#i said yes and she told me to wait next to her station and then scooted me up to a nice seat in the front LOL
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Come home to me
(Sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader)
Summary: shopping with Asami to get your mind off of Lin not being home (also if I haven’t stated there is an age gap obviously between Lin and reader) (also enjoy this sweet moment)
Lin has been in her office for four days now and I’m dying! I hate it here! I want my Linny! I rolled around in bed and tried to figure out something to do. A lightbulb went off in my head. I decided to call Asami. “Hello.” Asami said. “Hey, what are you doing right now?” I asked. “Nothing today but waiting for Korra to come home.” Asami sighed. “You wanna help me make bad decisions?” I asked. “Yes.” Asami said. “Yay! Come pick me up and let’s go to the mall.” I said. “I’m on the way.” Asami said and hung up. I laughed then went to get ready.
I heard honking from downstairs and I peeked out the window and saw Asami. I grabbed my bag then ran downstairs. When I got into the car we hugged. “What bad decision are we making at the mall?” Asami asked as she drove. “I need to pick up some outfits to make Linny wanna come home and fuck me in her office.” I said. “Please wipe down the office after you two are done but we are gonna pick the best outfits.” Asami said. “I really appreciate your help.” I said. “No problem! This is fun and you can help me pick out something I can wear for Korra.” Asami said. I nodded. “Also did you and Lin have to fuck in my closet?” Asami asked.
“Sorry.” I said. “It’s fine but like really?” Asami asked. “Blame Lin, she's the one that dragged me into the closet.” I said. “But you liked it.” Asami said. “Of course I did, how could I not?” I asked. Asami shook her head. We arrived at the mall and went inside. I was looking for lingerie and whatever makes me look like an assistant. We looked around in a shop trying to find something. “What about this?” Asami asked and held up an emerald green lace teddy bodysuit.
“So my pussy is just gonna be out.” I said. Asami laughed. “Hmm ok.” I said and took it. We continued to walk around. “What about this,” I grabbed a set for Asami. It was a dark red bra and panty set that came with garter belts. “Oooo.” Asami said and took it. “I think you’d look good.” I said. “I’m gonna get it.” Asami said. I nodded and we continued to walk around till Asami stopped me. “If you get it, I’ll get it.” Asami said and pointed at a set. It was a light blue bra and panty skirt set with ruffles and garter belts along with a collar leash.
“Does it come in green?” I asked. “No but it comes in pink.” Asami said. “I’ll take it.” I said. Asami grabbed a pink set for me and a light blue set for her. We paid for our outfits then went looking for an assistant outfit for me. My eyes widened as I had an idea. “Asami I need a tight pencil skirt. I'm gonna just wear one of Lin’s white button ups. She loses her mind when I wear one of them.” I said. Asami nodded and dragged me into a store. She found me a black pencil skirt that had a tiny slit in it then she grabbed some black stockings.
I paid for my stuff then Asami took me home. When I got home I realized it was almost Lin’s lunch time. “Oh god!” I shouted and tossed my bags on the floor then washed my hands. I don’t even know what to make! I opened the fridge and noticed there was left over noodles. I heated them up then packed up when they were done. I got everything together then rushed off to the station. I didn’t see Mako when I got there but shrugged it off and went upstairs. I knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Lin said. I went inside and closed the door behind me. “Hi honey.” I said. “Hello hon.” Lin said. “I’m sorry I’m a little late. I went out with Asami and lost track of time.” I said as I sat on the couch. “It’s ok baby.” Lin said and came to sit next to me. Lin took the lunch and I just relaxed as she ate. “Did you eat?” Lin asked. “Linny please.” I sighed out. “You need to eat.” Lin told me. “You need to come home.” I said. “ I told you I have to stay here for a while. I'll be home soon.” Lin said.
“When is soon?” I asked. “I wish I could tell you.” Lin said. “I just miss you.” I said softly. “I miss you too.” Lin said. Once she finished eating I laid my head in her lap. She ran her fingers through my hair. “What did you and Asami do?” Lin asked. “Shopping.” I said. “Of course.” Lin said. “I’m a girl, it's what I do.” I said. Lin just nodded. I closed my eyes and just relaxed into Lin’s touch.
I was slightly shaken awake. “Come on baby girl.” Lin said softly. “Five more minutes.” I whined. “No baby, you can’t stay here the whole night. Let’s go home.” Lin said. She picked me up and carried me out of her office. “Home?” I asked. “Yes baby home.” Lin said. Lin sat me in her car and buckled me up then took me home. She carried me up to our apartment. “Are these the things you bought while with Asami?” Lin asked. “Yes.” I said. Lin picked up the bags then took me into the bedroom. I was laid down but I quickly sat up. “Shower.” I said. “I’ll start your shower then I have to go back to work.” Lin said.
“No stay.” I said. “Hon I have to,” “No.” I said as I got up and gave her a hug. “Ok, ok. I’ll stay tonight but tomorrow,” I nodded. “I know, I know. Just stay with me for the night.” I said. Lin kissed my head then we took a shower. She washed my body then I washed hers. “Asami knows we fucked in her closet.” I said. “She does?” Lin asked. I nodded my head. “Well if she and Kya know then that means everyone else knows as well and as they should. Everyone needs to know you’re mine.” Lin said.
“Are the hickeys not enough for everyone to know who I belong to?” I asked. “Nope.” Lin said. I rolled my eyes. “You know it’s not enough, that's why you kept screaming my name and didn’t you say how you belonged to me while I was three fingers deep inside of you.” Lin said as she pulled me close to her. “Lin.” I said. “I’m surprised you took three fingers, do you think you can do that again for me?” Lin asked. “Oh you wanna fuck me now?” I asked. “Unless you don’t want to.” Lin said. I thought about my plan and I’m not gonna let her ruin it!
As horny as I am, I must keep my legs closed. I’m gonna make her wait. “I want us to cuddle tonight.” I said. “Ok.” Lin said and kissed my cheek. I smiled. We finished our shower together. Lin dried me off then helped me put on my nightgown. She brushed my hair then laid me down. “I can’t believe I fell asleep in your office.” I said. “You had a long day of being out with Asami.” Lin said. “I know but still. I’m surprised that you let me sleep for so long.” I said. “I didn’t want to wake you.” Lin said as she put on her tank top.
“Mhm sure.” I said. “It’s true, you were sleeping so peacefully.” Lin said. “I’ll sleep even more peacefully when you come to lay with me.” I said. “I’m coming.” Lin said as she got into the bed. I laid my head on her chest and she rubbed circles on my back.
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Lock the door.
DILF!Dick Grayson x wife!fem!reader
Request: hiii!! I love ur work for dick soooo much I'm actually foaming at the mouth😵💫 I was wondering if u could do these prompts 35. “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?” 21. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.” with dilf!dick fucking his wife after putting their kid to sleep. thank you!!
warnings: boobsmilk kink!, breeding kink!, p in v sex, Dick called the reader "mama". Johnny is 2yo here. 18+ minors dni!
notes: I had to do this as a request and not just as a prompt! I just loved the idea!!
Taglist: @harleycao , @spectr3inl0ve , @sparklytoaster
You and Dick were putting Johnny to sleep. Today was one of the rare occasions where Dick arrived home from the station early and spent some extra time with Johnny and you.
“Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly. Lavender's green. When you are king, dilly, dilly. I shall be queen…” Your voice sounded sweet throughout the room, making the little boy sleep.
Dick watched the two of you closely with a smile on his face, he felt like the most accomplished man in the world. His eyes couldn't help but notice the blue pajamas hugging your body. He sighed and got up slowly so as not to wake Johnny and walked over to you on the other side of the boy's small bed. Dick needs you tonight.
He extended a hand to you and before you took it, you kissed Johonny's forehead and turned off the lamp. Taking Dick's hand, he guides you out of Johnny's room and closes the door silently.
The hand before yours takes place on your waist and guides you to the bedroom. Dick's bare chest presses into your back as the two of you walk to your shared bedroom.
Upon arriving at the bedroom, Dick plants a kiss on your neck and runs his nose along the extension shortly after.
“My favorite..." He finally said something and his voice sounded hoarse and low. You smiled and turned to look at him.
"Yes, the Chanel you gave me for my birthday." You giggled. Dick always loved the smell of perfume on you, and of course, you only wore this one for him. “I missed you…”
Dick’s hands went directly to your waist again, this time, pulling you into him.
“Yeah?...” He kissed your lips “Did my beautiful wife miss me?”
“Mhm” You looked into the intense blue eyes.
“And how much did she missed me?..." Dick's eyes looked at your mouth and your eyes waiting for a response.
“Why don't you find out?" You looked at his lips.
Dick attacked your lips in a needy way. His tongue dancing next to yours brought whimpers from your throat.
Dick's hands began to roam your body, squeezing, pinching and pulling. At some point he puts both hands on your ass inside your little pajama shorts.
“Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.” His mouth was swollen from the kiss. He looked into her eyes, the pupils taking over the blue. “Trying to tell me something?”
“Yes... I told you to find out how much I missed you." Your fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck. "Does that answer your question?"
"Oh yes, that does." He nodded his head with a smile. Still with his hands on your ass, he pulls you up to give you momentum so you can jump onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down on it. Kisses were planted on your neck. Nimble fingers began to unbutton your pajama shirt so he could have more access to your collarbone.
“Oh God!” Dick groaned "No bra? My prayers have been answered."
You gave a small laugh. Dick loved your breasts, especially because you still breastfed Johnny sometimes. The little boy was only two years old and only nursed in the afternoon, but today, for some reason, Johnny didn't want to.
Your breasts were swollen and round from the milk. Dick could swear he felt drool run down the corner of his lip.
“Can I?” Dick looked into your eyes. His eyes sparkled with lust and anticipation.
When you nodded, Dick's lips closed around your left breast. The contact of his lips on your sensitive nipple made you moan.
Sucking the milk and licking the tip of your nipple, Dick felt high and very horny. His fingers guided themselves inside your pajama shorts.
He ran his fingers through her wet folds and moaned with his mouth on her nipple. Another whimper was heard from you.
“Hmm I need to fuck you!” He said after releasing your nipple with a 'pop' of his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip. The scene was totally sexy. “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want to Johnny walk in while I’m balls deep.”
You nodded and stood up. Dick slapped your ass as you went to lock the bedroom door.
"My wife is so sexy..." Dick looked at you as if he was going to fuck you, and he really was.
Walking back to him. Dick pulls on his pajama button-down shirt making them pop.
“It's okay, mama. I can give you another one.” And he was really going to give you another one, but before that, his lips went towards your right breast. This one he hadn't attacked yet.
Dick squeezed and the pressure of the milk in his mouth was greater. He moaned at the sensation. You could feel Dick's cock poking your thigh through the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Dick, please.” You sighed. “I need you…”
Licking your nipple, he pulls away from your breast.
“Needing me, mama? Where do you need me?”
“Inside. I need you Inside.” Your hand passed over Dick's hard, needy cock. He trembled under your touch.
“Can you ride me? Huh?” Dick pulled up his sweatpants. He had no underwear on, which made his hard and heavy dick hit his stomach as soon as it was freed.
You nodded and took off your shorts. Straddling his lap, he fit the tip into your wet folds.
You slowly went down on his length. Dick and you always fit together. It was as if he was tailor-made just for you. His big cock, from the first time together, always filled you up.
A moan left your lips and Dick returned his attention to your breasts.
You started to move up, down and roll on top of Dick's cock. With one hand on your hip and the other on your other breast, Dick helped you.
"I'm going to keep you with my children... do you know why?" He grunted and looked into your eyes as you moved up and down. You shook your head. “So I can continue to suck that sweet milk of yours! You are so good to me, mama! So good!"
You moaned at his words. Dick could only imagine your belly being round and big again. You being sensitive and very horny during pregnancy. He wants it all again.
With his hands on either side of your hips, Dick helped you bounce faster on his dick. He felt you tighten more and more around him, the tip hitting the bottom of your uterus.
"Dick! Oh-Mhmmm!" You're close and Dick was too. Dick's hands still tightened on his hips.
“Close?” He asks and you respond with a whimper. “Good…”
Dick takes his hands to your boxes and he stands up with his dick still inside you. The grip on your thighs is firm.
He starts fucking you standing up. You weren't supported by anything other than Dick's strong grip on your thighs.
Deep and quick thrusts made wet noises thanks to the new position.
"I'm going to fill you with my children. Do you like how that sounds?" Dick grunted looking at your face which was red and sweaty. "Are you close, mama? I know you are. Cum for me! Let me feel you!"
Dick's pelvis hit her clitoris, causing friction. Your orgasm exploded hard and Dick came to you with grunts.
He sat back down while he still had his cock inside you. Your face rested between his neck and his thumb stroked your back to calm the spasms of your orgasm.
"You really missed me, mama." Dick whispered and you let out a small laugh.
“I did, and-”
Knock knock
A small knock on the door was heard, and soon after a crying voice.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Johnny's voice echoed behind the door.
“Fuck…” Dick sighed "I'll sort this out, lay in bed and I'll come clean you up as soon as I'm done with Johnny."
Dick pulled out of you making you shudder and he put his sweatpants back on.
In the end, Johnny just woke up startled by Mommy's screams. Dick took a while to convince the little boy that his mother was sleeping and that it was all his dreams. The two-year-old boy didn't stay long and fell asleep in Dick's arms.
Poor Johnny.
HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
I'm slowly coming back heheheh
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Hi. I like your writings. Can I request a Mama Alexia Putellas x Teen! Reader? Where the reader escapes with her girlfriend to a party. Alexia will be very angry. And they will have a big talk. And the next day a painful conversation awaits the reader ( reader is hangover )
Drunken Mess
Alexia Putellas x platonic teen reader
A/N: Motherly Alexia is my most fav thing to write
Warnings: Throwing up, mentions of drug test
Word Count: 1,541
It was 2 a.m., and Alexia was awake; she was tired, pissed, and worried. She had searched for you everywhere on the street for an hour when she noticed you weren't there.
When she woke up, she had an odd feeling in her stomach. She checked around the house to make sure there was no one there, then went to your room to check on you. To say she was surprised when she saw you weren't there wouldn't be true.
You were always sneaky and a huge troublemaker, always getting into altercations on the pitch, and sometimes she got calls from your teachers about you not keeping up with your work.
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You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life. It wasn't the first time you snuck out. Your girlfriend always waited for you outside in her car. She knew a lot of people at school and always got invited to parties.
Something you didn't considering you did online classes. You've never drank or smoked like the other kids. Even your girlfriend never drank or smoked since she was the one that had to get you back home in one piece. She was terrified of Alexia.
When she saw you drinking, she was shocked, even going around telling off people who she thought pressured you to do it.
She kept an eye on you and did tell you to cool it with the drinks; you, of course, did not listen to her. Continuing to drink more.
"Okay, that's enough," your girlfriend said as she took the drink from you and dragged you out of the party. "Inside," she said, opening the passenger door for you.
Your arms were crossed, you were mad that she dragged you out of the party. "Let me see your phone." You gave it to her, and she opened it. "What are you doing?" You questioned, "Calling Alexia" "No!" You yelled, snatching it back.
"Call her," your girlfriend said sternly, you shook your head. "She'll kill me." "I need someone to make sure you choke on your vomit tonight." You stubbornly shook your head and glared at her.
"No," you said again, making her groan and park at a gas station. "Stay here; I'm going to get you a water" "Yes ma'am," you saluted, and leaned your head against the windows.
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"Come on you drunk," your girlfriend had to drag you out of the car. You didn't want to go through the front door; you knew you would most likely get caught. With the help of your girlfriend, you always climbed back through your open window.
She thought that was too dangerous with the state you were in. "You have to come clean to her." You shook your head and tried pushing her away to run off. She tightened her grip. "HELP!" You yelled now.
She panicked and quickly put her hand over your mouth. "Now I want you to get caught by Alexia," she muttered. You rolled your eyes and gave up.
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"Shit," you cursed as your girlfriend helped you inside the place. Alexia was sitting on a recliner that was in the corner of the room.
Her eyebrows raised as she looked at your girlfriend. Your girlfriend quickly set you down on the couch and looked at Alexia.
"I—she's drunk; I just came to drop her off." Alexia nodded and looked at you. "Thank you," she told your girlfriend, who just gave you a kiss on the cheek and practically ran out of the apartment. You didn't understand why she was so scared of Alexia.
You were laid out on the couch. "Aw, she left," you mumbled, turning to get more comfortable. Alexia wanted to yell at you, but she knew you wouldn't even remember it. She just walked up to you and made you sit up. She had a disappointed look on her face.
"Alexia I didn't mean to." Your words were slurred, and Alexia could smell the alcohol. She was ready to just ditch you at Ingrid's and Mapi's.
"I can't fucking believe this; this is why I don't want kids; I already have to deal with a big one who doesn't think." Alexia ranted to herself, holding her head as she went to the kitchen to get you water. "I'm not yours!" You yelled, earning you a slipper thrown at your head. You grabbed it and giggled.
"Drink," she simply said, snatching back her slipper and handing you the drink. "You're angry," you mumbled. Alexia looked at you like you were an idiot. "I wonder why," she sarcastically said.
Once you finished your drink, you looked at her and smiled. "I missed you," you said cutely, hugging her. Alexia hugged you back and helped you up. "You're sleeping with me tonight."
"Sleepover!" You cheered and went to the kitchen to get snacks. "No. Your going straight to sleep, no sleepover activities, and no snacks," you huffed and glared at her. "Your no fun." When you tried walking back to her, you tripped. On nothing.
"Oops," you said as you knocked down her mug that was filled with coffee. Alexia didn't even know what to do anymore. She was in between making you sleep on the couch, sending you to someone else's, and even calling your girlfriend to come back to take you again.
"Bed, and brush your teeth," she sternly said, dragging you out of the kitchen. You were quick to comply, and bolted to her room. You were able to successfully brush your teeth, and once your head hit those pillows, you were out.
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Once Alexia finished cleaning and ranting to Ingrid and Mapi, she went to bed. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw you were already asleep.
Ingrid advised she'd let you settle a little bit first when you woke up before Alexia let you have it; after all, it was going to be your first hangover, that's what she was assuming at least.
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When you woke up, you felt nauseous. You groaned and moved around to get more comfortable. "Alexia," you called out, and sighed in frustration when she didn't listen.
"Alexia," you whined again, rubbing your eyes as you got up and went to find her, trying to distract yourself from the feeling of throwing up. You found her sitting at the table. "Alexia, my head really hurts," her eyes narrowed. "I wonder why," and then there was a silent awkwardness as she got you food.
"Eat," she told you, breaking the silence. "I can't," you said in a whisper. You were waiting for the scolding, and the fact she hadn't started yet was scaring you more.
"Eat; you'll feel better. Then I'll give you medicine for the hangover." You nodded, taking a bite of your pancakes. You ate slowly and tried to ignore her stare. You sighed, feeling uncomfortable. "I'm sorry," you told her, and she just stared blankly at you.
"You know, you always get mad at me for treating you like a child, then you pull stunts like this." You simply nodded, not wanting to piss Alexia off more. "And I can tell it wasn't the first time you snuck out, and I know it isn't going to be your last." Alexia sighed and shook her head.
"I talked to Jonatan; you're going to do a drug test, and you're not playing these two upcoming games" "Bu-" she glared at you.
"Do not speak. You're getting off easy here. You know how much legal trouble you can be in over this. You're 16, you've made it so far already, and you're just going to throw it all away if you keep this up."
You didn't say anything. Just stared at your food in shame. You betrayed Alexia's trust, all because you couldn't control yourself.
"I swear I've never done drugs; yesterday was my first time drinking. I'm sorry, Ale." Alexia didn’t say anything; she just stood up to get you medicine.
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You talked to your girlfriend, who also gave you a scolding. It's official to say that you two probably won't be going to parties for a long time. Your stomach was starting to hurt more, and your headache got worse.
You know you messed up, but you definitely learned your lesson now that you were on the floor with your head in the toilet as you threw up. Alexia was trying to help by holding back your hair.
You cried as she helped you up and helped you clean up. "I'm sorry," she shushed you as she hugged you tightly. "I know, Bebita, I know."
The rest of the day consisted of you curled up in her arms, occasionally crying because of your upset stomach while she tried to soothe you. Alexia knew she had to be strict with you, but she couldn't handle seeing you in pain. Plus, she knew Marta, Irene, and Lucy would probably yell at you way worse.
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Thankfully for her, the drug test came out negative. She was still on your ass more than ever now, always checking on you at random points at night. Your poor girlfriend got a bad rep and practically got banned from the apartment, but Alexia eventually got over it and let her come around again.
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Unspoken
Eris Vanserra x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: mentions of Beron’s torture. mentions of nightmares.
Summary: Eris had been in love with his best friend for centuries. After a long, tiring day of his duties as High Lord, he just wants to sleep. But he would rather listen to Y/N talk to him more.
A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist
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The moment Eris entered his own private chambers, he immediately shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. Next were his shoes, he kicked those from his feet and dragged himself to his large bed in the centre of the room. When he was near it, he allowed himself to fall, landing on the soft mattress and pillows. He always knew that being High Lord would be time consuming. But he hadn’t realised how long he would need to be on his feet all day. Eris was sure that he had only been allowed five minutes to rest his feet before he was demanded somewhere else. All he wanted was rest.
Eris closed his eyes and begged his body to drift off to sleep. Of course nothing came of it. Despite the fact that his father was dead, killed by his own two hands, Eris could never fully settle. Afraid that if he closed his eyes, his father would rise from the shallow grave Eris buried him in and come after him. For months, Eris was constantly plagued by that nightmare, his only reprieve from it was–
“Eris!” A voice called through the door. “Are you in there?”
A soft smile fell upon Eris’s face. “Yes, my dear.”
The door was pushed open and in walked Y/N, Eris’s best friend for the past few centuries. Since becoming High Lord, Eris had finally allowed her to enter his chambers for the first time. Always wanting to keep her out in case his father ever got the wrong idea and would use her to make him obedient. Now he had a hard time keeping her out of his chambers. She always demanded that they were much nicer than hers.
“You will simply not believe the day I have had!” Y/N exclaimed, falling next to him on the bed.
Eris moved to lay comfortably on his back and turned his head to look at Y/N. Her hair was simply a mess, sticking up in nearly every direction. Eris chuckled at the sight. “Tell me about it.”
Y/N huffed. “Well when I got to the shop, there was a vile woman already waiting outside demanding to be let in, insisting that the shop hadn’t opened on time. Even though I had written a note, with large bold letters I may add, fixed to the front door that explained that I would be opening an hour later than usual.”
“She sounds awful,” Eris commented.
“That’s not all!” Y/N exclaimed. “When I let her in, she said that the bread I baked was not fresh enough, even though I put an enchantment on it to make sure that it was, and demanded that I make a fresh batch just for her. I don’t have the time for that! I am the only one working at the bakery and there was a large line forming.”
“What did you tell her?” Eris asked.
He had now turned on his side and watched as Y/N told her story, her hand gesturing wildly. Ever since he had met her when she worked as a chef in the kitchens, he had always loved the way she emphasises her speech with her hands. Often when people noticed it she would try to stop, but not around Eris. Never around Eris.
Eris knew that their friendship was unexpected, he hadn’t expected it himself. But after she was sent by his mother to give him food when he was extremely ill, Eris had simply loved her since then. She never cowered away when he glared at her and tried to intimidate her. She never backed away when he spoke cruel words about her job and her station. She didn’t even leave when he dismissed her. She had stayed and asked him what was the matter and that was when the facade Eris constantly had up vanished. No one had ever asked him that before. The softness in her voice, the understanding. It was something Eris had never experienced.
After that it was always quick yet playful glances in corridors. The occasional nudge when brushing past one another. And when Eris had endured another beating from his father, he would make his way to the kitchens. And remain with her. Those few days after the beatings, Beron never expected Eris to make an appearance anywhere so he could be in the servants quarters without the threat of his father coming after him.
Eris remembered the first night he had spent with her. They had only known each other for a few months by that point so Eris hesitated before knocking on her door. He knew that she had a room to herself, it was the size of a shoebox but Y/N was grateful for her own space. When Y/N brought him inside and cleaned the wounds on his back, Eris finally allowed himself to break down for the first time in a long time. Y/N only held onto him, soothing him, as he cried and let everything out. Not once did she complain.
Even when he fell asleep in her arms, Y/N did not complain, she only held him closer. That following morning, Y/N never made him leave, she simply stayed with him the whole day. She took his mind off everything. She made him smile. She made him laugh for the first time in years. It was so easy to fall in love with her.
And he was still in love with her. Even after a few hundred years.
“Eris?” Y/N said, nudging his arm. “Are you still listening?”
Eris smiled. “Yes, I’m still listening. What did you tell her?”
Y/N laughed. “Well first I threw the bread at her and told her to stick it up her–”
“Y/N,” Eris said, laughing loud. “You are going to lose customers.”
“I’ll be glad to lose her,” Y/N said. “She was a prick.”
Eris continued to chuckle as Y/N turned onto her side facing him. His hand twitched to reach out and pull her against his chest. It was all he wanted to do.
“Why would you burden me with running a whole bakery?” Y/N questioned.
Eris rolled his eyes. “I did not burden you. I remember you begging me to buy the building when it was planned to be torn down. And I keep suggesting that you hire more people but you never listen.”
“Isn’t that your job?” Y/N questioned. “Since you bought the building?”
“I gave ownership to you,” Eris said. “It is legally your business and, therefore, your job to hire people.”
Y/N sighed. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about running a business where other people depend on me. The thought terrifies me. And what if they don’t like me, what then?”
“It would be impossible,” Eris stated.
“Me as someone’s boss? Because I agree.”
“No,” Eris said, his voice soft. “People not liking you. You are impossible not to like.”
Something flashed across Y/N’s eyes but it was gone before Eris could even place the emotion.
“You mean that?” Y/N asked.
“Of course I do,” Eris said, swallowing hard. “You are the easiest person to like.”
It is why I fell in love with you, Eris thought. The words he was never brave enough to say.
Y/N smiled and Eris swore his heart skipped a beat. “Thank you Eris.” Her tone was sincere and far from her usual light hearted and playful tone.
“I could always help you,” Eris said. “In the bakery.”
“Eris, you have enough duties here. You already look ready to pass out and the sun hasn’t even gone down,” Y/N said. “And why would you want to spend any more time with me than you already are? I’m sure you are sick of me already.”
“I could never be sick of you,” Eris said. “You are my best friend, Y/N. I will always want you around.”
Best friend. Those two words Eris hated. Y/N was more than his best friend. She was the light of his life. The reason he woke every morning. The reason he breathed. She was a part of his soul even if she didn’t know it. Eris was so inexplicably in love with her that nothing else mattered when he was with her.
Something akin to disappointment flashed on Y/N’s face before it was gone in an instant. “Well you are my best friend too, Eris.”
Eris forced a smile upon his face. She was laying next to him on his bed, yet she still felt so far away.
“I should be letting you rest, I can tell that you have had a long day,” Y/N said. “I don’t think you want me bombarding you with stories from work.”
“I enjoy your stories.” Eris’s voice was quiet and pleading. Pleading with her to stay for just a moment longer.
The smile on Y/N’s face was small but Eris wanted it tattooed onto his brain. “Perhaps tomorrow,” Y/N said.
Disappointment surged through Eris as his hope subsided. Y/N leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. “I will see you tomorrow Eris.”
“See you tomorrow, Y/N,” Eris replied, his voice unusually quiet.
Y/N slipped from his bed and left the room and left Eris alone once more. The silence was almost deafening. If it weren't from the heat on his cheek from where Y/N had kissed him, Eris was sure he would go insane.
Eris did not even bother to chance into more comfortable clothes, he didn’t even bother to get under his covers. All he did was pull his pillow closer and close his eyes, his mind filled with images of Y/N before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.
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OK SO FIRST FLIGHT WAS GREAT
#it was like riding a plane for the first time ever#in san francisco btw!!! the flight was 45 min lol#landed @ 11:50am it was so fun#LIFTOFF WAS SO EXCITING#just watching the outside go faster and faster and hearing it and feeling the shakiness ooUUUGHHH LOVE IT#my flight was in a small aircraft#AND GUESS WHAT. THEY UPGRADED MY SEAT FOR FREE#cuz i was the only single rider#the flight attendant pulled me aside and was like sweetie...are you riding here alone 🥺?#i said yes and she told me to wait next to her station and then scooted me up to a nice seat in the front LOL#thank u miss flight attendant i appreciate u so much#now i'm just waiting for my roommate in thw hotel room hehe#THE OTHER COHORT MEMBERS ARE SOOOOO FUN AND NICE#i need to make some major social battery upgrades for this trip lmao but YEAH#we ate lunch together and it was lovely#must wake up early tomorrow though.....we have to take PCR test before the korea flight 😳#HOPEFULLY MINE IS NEGATIVE.....i would like to go on this amazing trip plz thankyou
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all of the girls you loved
A/N: i am a SUCKER for a good song fic and obvi a sucker for some good Taylor content (gif creds: @merakiaes)
Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Every woman that he knew brought him here. You want to teach him how forever feels. 2.6k words.
Warnings: so much crying why am i in a mood, fluff mostly!, song fic, song lyrics, pet names (poppet, dear), heartbreak, brief angst, ONE FUCKING CURSE WORD. jealousy, being stood up
1984
"your mother brought you up loyal and kind"
You'd been chasing the little red haired boy through the train station for the better part of the last ten minutes. But only because he tugged at your hair and stuck his tongue out at you. He started it. He's got this worn grey sweater, and you can tell his jeans were hand-me-downs from the patchwork in the knees. Probably from the boy, his older brother, with the wavy red hair carrying far too many books and stumbling up the train's steps.
Your antagonist giggles and ducks behind the brick pillar in the center of the station. You roll your eyes and round the otherside, tapping on his shoulder with a grin. He yelps and skitters away behind his mother. She has a small baby tucked in her arm and another cooing from a pram decorated with ribbons, lace, and wicker.
"Georgie!" She scolds him for tugging on her skirt before looking down to see your little face staring back at her. "Hello, dear, what's your name?"
The boy peeks his head out from behind her leg, round cheeks flushed a soft pink from all the running. You fold your arms over your chest and scowl at him.
"Determined little thing, aren't you?" she says with a sweet smile and kind eyes, "Have you been terrorizing this young lady?"
"It's not my fault, mum! She looks funny!"
"George. That's not how we talk about other people, now, is it?" she warns.
"No, mum."
"No, of course it's not. Now, you apologize this instant. Your brothers give me enough grief as is."
His wicked gaze meets yours, and you scowl hard as you can back at him. He squints. You purse your lips.
"I'm sorry because my mum told me so!"
You pout, "apology not accepted! I hope I never see you again!"
And with that, he watched the little girl with the wild hair and the polka-dotted pinafore skip away. Never to be seen again. Until the next year. And each year following the last.
1994
"teenage love taught you there's good in goodbye"
George has got a mouth full of the loudest bubblegum in existence when he comes roaring up behind you in the hallway, laying his arm across your shoulders.
"Evening, poppet. I assume you've heard the news," he chirps, smacking his gum in your ear proudly.
"You're disgusting, George," you say, shrugging his arm away but still matching his pace, "and I don't care that you bribed Niamh Ward into being your date to the Yule Ball."
"I didn't bribe her! She asked me and I said 'yes'"—he blows a gummy bubble in your face, and it bursts with a ringing pop—"D'you reckon she'll kiss me if I dance well enough?"
He twirls off down the hallway, ending his mini routine with a flourish of jazz hands.
"I don't reckon any girl will ever want to kiss you with moves like that."
"Oh, you're just a cynic. I'm perfectly snoggable, whether I can dance or not." He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own, and you scoff when he leans in to pop another bubble in your face. "Who's taking you to the ball, anyway? That Durmstrang halfwit?"
You yank your arm away and stop dead in your tracks. It's a well-known fact that you'd been waiting for George to ask you to the Yule Ball since first year. You thought for sure he'd ask you. But the time came and went and you each found other dates, other outfits, other plans. And you hate that deep down, a small part of you is still waiting for him to ask you. But you'd never do that to Niamh. Not even for George.
"As a matter of fact, yes," you say, "and his name is Johan—"
"What kind of name is Johan?"
He's still smacking his gum like he knows exactly how to get on your nerves. And after all these years, it's no wonder.
"You're so immature. I'll see you later."
"Oh, come on—"
"No, George," you huff, not turning around until you clear the corner and wipe your wet cheek with the sleeve of your robes.
...
The Great Hall has never looked more decadent. Draped in glitz and the magic of the holidays. Everyone's absolutely buzzing with excitement, ever-present gossip, and the beauty of students dressed to the nines. And in the midst of it all, you still spot him from across the room.
Of course, Johan is the perfect gentleman. He even asked if you'd like to match your gown to his traditional red dress robes. It was a lovely idea, and it wasn't hard to pick out a lovely chiffon, maroon dress. He said you looked beautiful and danced with you most of the night, but there was still that sickly ache in your chest like flesh and tendon left split by two cold hands. George's hands.
After you told Johan you didn't feel well, he left you alone at one of the shimmering tables. You felt bad practically leading him on, but it's not like you'd been lying about your attraction to him. Just about your attraction to George.
You don't turn to face the person who plops onto the stool beside you. You're pretty dedicated to flicking the thin straw around the rim of your glass at this point.
"I left my date to come talk to you, so you better have a stellar reason for looking so glum."
George. You know he's trying to cheer you up. And he knows it's not exactly working how he'd hoped. "Come on, poppet. It's the Yule Ball. You've been looking forward to this for, what, six years?"
He hates that when you turn to face him, you've got tears dripping from your chin, jaw, nose, lashes. He hates that there's a small part of him that wishes he could have fixed it for you.
"What's wrong?" he whispers, scooting closer and catching a slow tear slipping over your cheekbone. You flinch away and lean your head in your hand, closing your eyes.
"You have no idea."
George chortles and shrugs, "well, yeah. That's sort of why I'm asking." You land a hearty wallop on his arm, not even looking when you swing your fist at him. "Alright, that was deserved. Now, tell me. I don't like it when you shut me out."
"Why are you doing this, George? Why don't you just leave me alone? Go hang out with Niamh or something," you say. It's accusatory, sure, but that's the point. The inflection was aimed for the heart. Spear tipped with arsenic just to make it sting more.
He chews the inside of his cheek, rubbing the back of his neck when you dodge his gaze and sniffle.
"That might be a tad difficult seeing how she stood me up."
Shit.
"George, I didn't mean—"
"No, no, it's okay. She caught a... a stomach bug, or something. Spent all morning hunched over the girl’s toilet," he mumbles, loosening his tie. And you catch just the smallest smirk tugging the corner of his mouth. Like there's some kind of amusement in his own misery. "I feel bad for her, honestly."
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea." You grab his hand and lean closer. He looks tired up close. Like the light usually at home in his eyes as twinkled out and left him dimmed.
"You've nothing to be sorry for. Fate is fate, after all." He brushes his hair out of his face and takes a deep breath, squeezing your hand. "Dance with me?"
Yes, of course, you want to shriek. I'd love nothing more from the boy who used to yank on my hair and call me names and tell me he loved my sparkly shoes. An honor, you think, but the words don't reach. Just a smile.
"Sure," you say, letting him tug you in the direction of the crowd. The right direction, you think, the direction you've longed for. Then he spins you into his chest, and you feel the shallow rumble of his laugh in your fingertips.
"Was Johan a better dancer than me?" he says, swaying your bodies like tender obligation. You cock an eyebrow.
"Johan stepped on my toes every four steps and nearly tore my dress."
"...So?"
"Yes," you tease.
"Shut up. Let me make this dance a good one. For you."
You look up at him and he thinks he's never seen someone look so clueless and yet so completely beautiful. From the gloss on your lips to the gems on your shoes and even now, mascara smudged and hands shaky, he thinks he'd like to look at you for as long as you'll let him. And when you shuffle closer between songs, he has to catch his breath against your temple.
"Your hair's gotten so long, Georgie," you whisper, slipping your hand up and over his shoulder, to the back of his neck with a smile pressed to his warm cheek.
"Like it?"
"I’ll always like it."
He pleads to Merlin you can't feel the rattletrap pounding of his heart. His hand moves of its own volition, spread across the small of your back like he's seen in some romance films. The slow dance scene is always the most romantic. The pinnacle of their love thus far. The event to dissolve any prejudice leftover in their heads, and any pride hidden in the last cracks in their hearts.
"George, I have to tell you something important—"
"Shh, poppet, just dance with me a little longer."
And you suppose. It could wait that little while longer. Another dance. Another day. It'd come up again and break your heart, but it'd be too pressing to put off eventually.
So you let him hold your hand a little tighter, sway you in circles a little slower, and keep your heart beating a little louder.
1996
"every woman that you knew brought you here // i wanna teach you how forever feels"
The something important you had tried to tell George that night was that you'd be staying with your estranged aunt in Spain over the course of the next school year. Your final school year. You'd be leaving Hogwarts—leaving George—and spending the year homeschooling over in Spain.
You left that Spring to spend your days in the Spanish countryside, drinking in the sunshine and dancing to the music of the cicadas. It had devastated George. It had devastated all of the Weasleys. They were so used to housing you most summers, and the change was quite unwelcome. Less place settings, less baggage clunking up the stairs, less laughter. He could only hope you were happy. And that he'd be able to see you again one day in the future.
"Georgie?"
You caught him off guard. He nearly tripped and cracked a tooth on the steps when you called his name. He and his twin brother had made a spectacle of Ninety-three Diagon Alley in the time you'd been away. And you had just happened to wander in and find him hurrying up the technicolor stairs after his brother.
Nothing felt real when he met your eyes for the first time in a year and change. The sirens and bells and sparklers went fuzzy as he realized just how beautiful you'd gotten since he last saw you. Beautiful enough to make him wildly nervous. Enough to make him sweat.
"My Poppet." He says it gently, grinning when you bat your lashes and hold your arms out.
"Christ, I've missed you, George," you huff, burying your face in his shoulder when he wraps his arms around you.
"You have no idea."
You tease him with a laugh, "Well, yeah," pulling away to wrap your lithe fingers around his tie. "Look at your hair! It's so short!"
"Like it?" He runs his fingers through the scruff at the back of his head. You squint and pat the soft tufts at the top of his head.
"I love it. You know I do."
He sighs, ushering you to the back of the shop all while trying to conceal a giddy smile.
"I've had an entire year to reflect on all the reasons why you abandoned me, poppet. I made a list"—He takes your wrist and drapes your arm in the crook of his own—"Starting with that time I told you your unicorn shirt was quote, unquote, 'for babies'."
"You have to include my stunning defense, Weasley"—you clear your throat—"'I am a baby, and you're just a rotten little boy!'"
"How could I forget?" He pushes open a door to the very neglected office towards the back of the building. Papers stacked on the desk, a cobweb in the corner. Well-loved. "A little privacy, mademoiselle?"
"I'd be delighted."
He sweeps the dust off a brown leather chair by the desk, offering the seat to you with a shy smile.
"Oh, George," you whisper, fiddling with the clasp of your purse with watery eyes and a pout like the one you gave him the first time he saw you.
"Come here, sweetheart," he says, hurrying you into his embrace with the feeling of being gutted by your sad eyes weighing heavy on him.
"There's just so much"—you gasp and cover your mouth when you sob—"So much I've missed and so much I want to tell you and so much I wish I had seen and done with you..."
"I know. I know, I feel the same," he huffs, "I missed you more than words can describe. I didn't know what to do with myself."
"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I thought—"
"No. No, poppet, of course not"—he holds you tighter, pressing you to the curves of his body, holding you like clay and hot glass—"You came back, that's all I could ever ask for."
You pull back and let him wipe the tears from your cheeks, leaving faint kisses on each temple. And when he finally tears himself away from your skin, he's only left desperate for the contact. His thumb brushes you cheek, and you hold his wrist, lashes fluttering to meet his soft gaze. Desperation. Exhaustion. Relief. It's all there in the palm of your hand, and just at his fingertips.
Twelve years is far too long to be loving anyone the way you love each other. Completely but without the parts of love we sometimes need most. The honesty and openness, the comfort, and more than ever, the kisses. He curses his wild eyes for sweeping the length of your parted lips. His wild eyes giving away his secrets and calling him a damned fool.
You catch his mouth with yours, innocent at first peck, but he kisses you back, unsure of where his hands should go, wanting perfection, especially when your nose bumps his and makes you smile into the wetness of the kisses.
"I want everything," you whisper, forced to choose between air and George, "I have loved you since the day we met."
"That's very cheesy, my dear." He rests his forehead against yours, cupping the side of your neck, thumb resting gingerly over the column of your throat. Just to hold something delicate. Fragile. His.
"Think you can do better?"
"Hmm," he clears his throat, "You stole my heart and... I don't think I want it back."
"Gross! You win."
"I meant it."
He winks and pecks your bottom lip sweetly, only to realize you're tearing up, head tilted back and hands fanning at your eyes. He holds your waist and you shake your head with a defeated laugh.
"I'm such a crybaby."
"My favorite."
"You're awful, Georgie."
"I know," he says, finally, "I know."
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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 33 Preview
There's a lot going down in the next chapter.
"Aren't you afraid?" Nat asked you. "Of Barnes? You could have killed him at that little meeting in the park."
Yes, you were scared of Barnes. Very much so. But the only person you'd admitted that to was Yelena. Steve had overheard you but in your defense, you'd thought he was in a coma and couldn't hear you. You steeled yourself to answer her because you weren't going to let anyone else know just how worried about Barnes you were.
"Steve will keep me safe," you told her meaningfully. "He'll keep all of us safe. The day in the park? We intended to kill him that day. If I hadn't panicked at the last moment..."
From the window behind Steve's desk, you could see the cars arriving. The screen of your phone showed it was 3:35 PM. The meeting would start soon.
"You did so well," Yelena picked it up from there. "You should have seen her, Nat. He had no idea who was she until she wanted him to know. I'm not sure I could have done that."
"Bullshit," you said, smiling. "You would have done a better job. And you had to deal with him because I froze."
"It's my job to protect you," Yelena reminded you. "Not the other way around."
A light tap at the door got your attention. Clint was stationed outside the office, neither him or Nat would allow otherwise. His gaze met yours and he crooked a finger at you.
Walking around the desk, you went to the door, walking out when Clint motioned you. Clint walked into the office and closed the door, leaving you in the quiet of the hallway with your husband.
Smiling, you let him pull you into his arms. Steve was healing but he wasn't back to full strength yet. Still, he felt more solid and alive in your arms now. The blood-red tie stood out against the polished silver suit he wore. The scent of his cologne, of him, invaded your senses, made you wish you could stay here a while.
Easing back, your stretched up to kiss his mouth and Steve took you off guard. His kiss was searing, demanding. He took your breath away, his kiss seeking and lusty. You tasted the need of so many nights when you couldn't make love, when you didn't know if you'd lose him. Your own need was just as strong and you rotated your hips against him, feeling the heated hard ridge you were hoping for.
"Stop," he whispered against your lips. "You keep doing that and I'll fuck you right here in this hallway."
You grinned up at him. "How much time do we have?"
Steve smiled. "Don't tempt me."
"It's almost time," you told him. "You've got this."
"Yes, I do." Steve's entire demeanor backed up his words. "And once this meeting is over, we'll have a better idea of where we go from here."
"You'll tell me everything, right?"
"I promised, didn't I?" Steve brushed a kiss on your forehead, his gaze locking with yours. "Stay in the office with Belova and Nat. If Clint wants you to move, you do it with no question. You understand?"
"I do," you told him, trying to fight back your fear. Your entire world felt like it was balancing on a knife's edge and you just wanted it to be over. To move on.
Steve shook his head, chuckling. "I'm not used to you being so acquiescent. I could get used to this."
"Don't," you told him. "Because I'm not always going to be so easy to get along with."
"At least you're honest," Steve said. He stole one more kiss that had your heart hammering against his. Every part of you was in knots right now. From tension, fear, and desperate lust. When he broke the kiss, his breath and yours came fast. "Let me get through this meeting... I need you so much right now."
Just as much as you needed him.
"Just make sure you're up for it," you said. "I want you too, but I'm willing to wait if that's what's best for you."
"You are what's best for me," he said with feeling.
It was then you spotted a tiny spot of your lipstick, smudged on the collar of his pristine white shirt. "Shit," you muttered, reaching to see if you could get it off.
Steve caught your hand. "Leave it," he said. "I want Barnes to see it."
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I’ll die with you
(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)
Summary: Months after the 2022 massacre, you reunite with someone dear to you. But the happiness in only temporary; a new killer is targeting you.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7
a/n: This will probably be a multi chapters story with very irregular posting :))
Warnings: blood, injuries, Ghostface stuff, angst
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
"Hey, I'm not going to disappear okay?"
You laughed as your girlfriend pouted when you pushed her away gently. You were lying on her bed, her on top of you kissing you desperately as if you were about to vanish.
"It's just two days Tara, maybe less knowing her"
"Well that's still too long! Who's going to cuddle with me if you're not here? And my morning kiss?"
"I'll make up this, I promise" you kiss her "After this weekend"
She groaned slightly, disappointed. But she knew it was important for you.
"Can we stop talking now? I want to enjoy our last moment together..."
"Don't be dramatic, it's not our last moment together. When you say it like that it looks like we will never see each other again..."
She didn't answer and kissed you again, desperately.
You hadn't been separated in a while since the... incident. You were so used to be on each other all day it was hard being without her for too long.
Her lips were soon on your neck, placing hot, wet kisses here, sucking dark purple marks there, hands everywhere on you. You let out a sight, fingers tangled in her hair.
"Tara..."
She hummed against your skin, hands sliding under your shirt. You felt her smile on your shoulder when she felt you shivering under her cold fingers.
You arrived late at the train station, hair still a little messy. You rolled down your window and looked around for the person you were waiting. She wasn't difficult to spot with her blue suit.
You texted her you were there. She looked up, and starting walking toward you, a smile replacing her previous frown.
"Where did you get that car? Are you even allowed to drive it?" she asked as she took place next to you
"I stole it"
She gave you a "are you serious" look. You rolled your eyes, smiling.
"I'm kidding, I bought it. And yes, I have a licence"
You started to drive home calmly.
"How was New York?" you asked
"Oh you know, with work I don't really have time to visit"
"You know that's not what I meant"
"I know"
"... It's going to get better right...? Does it ever go away...?"
"Not completely, never. It's normal to feel that way. You cared about him, we both did. Time will ease the pain, but he will still be in our hearts. Forever"
She had never been good at reassuring anyone, but this time she found the right words.
Months after, your dad's death still hurt. It was normal, you knew it. You wanted to get over it, like everyone told you, but there was always that part of yourself that still believed he would come home.
"I'm back" he would say with a smile "Sorry I made you wait, the delivery guy forgot the sauce, again"
But that never happened. It never would.
With your mom out of town, you didn't think too much about him. Or at least that's what you said not to worry Tara. Now that she was back, even if it was only a weekend, the good old days came back, flashing before your eyes.
You parked in front of the house, tears in your eyes.
"How can you not cry...?" you asked with a nervous laugh, trying to light up the mood
"I'm Gale Weathers, I don't cry. Not in public"
"Of course, why did I even asked?"
You both smiled a little, getting out of the car and inside the house.
You started making diner, telling her some things you learnt while she was gone, trying to give her ideas for a new novel.
"Why don't you tell me about your life? It would make an interesting book. A spicy one for sure"
So she saw the hickeys.
"Mom!"
You blushed hard, embarrassed.
"No you're right, writing about people only attracts psychos. I wouldn't want your girlfriend or you getting hurt"
"Thank you?"
You both laughed and had a good time watching your favorite series while eating, until her phone rung.
"What does he wants? I told him I was off this weekend" she mumbled
"Pick up"
"What?"
"Maybe it's important"
She looked at you for a second, before getting up and taking the call. When she came back, you already knew what she was going to say.
"They learnt I was back here and now they want me to-"
"I know. It's fine, we had a good time, you can go"
"I'm sorry Y/n..."
She hugged you tight.
"You're Gale Weathers, the best reporter. No wonder everyone wants you"
She smiled a little, relieved you weren't mad, and was quick to go.
It always ended up that way with her. But it wasn't her fault. You knew she ment it when she said she was sorry.
You sighed and called your girlfriend.
"Guess who has to work even on her days off?" you said when she picked up
"She's gone already?"
"Yep. That was quicker than I thought... want to come over to keep me company?"
"Is that even a question? I'm on my way, wait for me baby"
You smiled at her words.
"Don't hang up, I want to talk to you on your way here"
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna tell me? Tease me?"
"Maybe..." you said innocently
The landline suddenly started ringing, making you jump.
"Shit"
"What's going on?"
"Landline. Who still uses this?" you mumbled
You walked to the phone and picked up, putting Tara on speaker so you could still hear her.
"Hello?"
"Is this uh... Y/n Riley?"
"Depends. What do you want?"
"You ordered something on our website, it should be there"
"Why do you call me for that?"
"Well... I think we send you the wrong package..."
"Y/n what's going on? Who is it?"
You texted your girlfriend about the situation while talking with the guy.
"I suppose you want me to check?"
"Yep"
"And uh... what did I ordered again? I don't remember"
"I think it was... a painful death."
You hang up immediately and let go of the phone. A voice changer. He was using a fucking voice changer.
"Baby! Is everything okay?"
"Yeah... just a stupid guy using a voice changer for a stupid prank..."
"Are you sure of that?"
The voice came from behind you. You turned around so quickly your neck hurt.
You felt your heart drop in your chest when you saw a tall, dark silhouette looking at you through a Ghostface mask.
"Hello, Y/n"
You were frozen in place, incapable of moving. The Ghostface took a step closer to you, tilting his head slightly, knife in hand.
That's when your legs came back. You ran as quickly as you could, trying to tell Tara on the phone.
"Tara it's Ghostface! Fuck I-"
You couldn't finish your sentence. He grabbed you violently by the waist, making you let go of your phone. It slid on the floor.
He stabbed your abdomen, a hand over your mouth. You let out a muffled scream, and tried to escape his strong grip.
You managed to bit his hand, hard. He kicked you forward, swearing under his breath.
You barely had time to grab a lamp nearby and turn around that he was already on you again, fingers wrapping around your neck, choking you.
You dropped the lamp as he lifted you up before pressing your back against the chimney. Breathing was becoming difficult. To make things better, he sank his blade into you again, twisting it painfully this time. Blood splattered on the floor.
You struggled against him, trying to get his hand off of your neck. But he was stronger than you, you couldn't do anything.
You reached behind you, desperate, when your hands found what you thought was a vase. With all the strength you still had, you slammed it on his head.
His stumbled backward, holding his head, letting you fall to the ground. You gasped for air but didn't waste more time and staggered up.
You tried to reach your phone on the way to the door, but you were pushed to the ground. You started crawling, tears flooding down your cheeks.
"Tara help!" you yelled, voice broken
Ghostface grabbed your hair and tugged your head backward harshly, one of his knees on your back to keep you on the floor.
"No one can save you. You will die alone, just like your father."
He slammed your head against the floor. You let out a cry which only grew bigger when he stabbed you on your side. He did it again. And again. And again. You were coughing blood at this point.
You didn't want to die. You couldn't die. You were screaming for help, crying and bleeding on the floor, Ghostface on top of you. You could still hear Tara's voice on the phone, a few meters away.
He pulled on your hair again, slamming your head on the floor once more. You started to feel dizzy. Everything was blurred around you, your ears were ringing.
So that's the end... you thought as he pulled your head back up.
"Tara..." you let out in a breath
He slammed your head back down again, harder than before.
I love you, was what you wanted to say. But everything turned black before you could open your mouth again.
When she arrived at your house, heart beating faster than ever, hands shaking, she saw him. Tall. Black costume. Bloody knife. He was running away.
Then her eyes fell on your body, lying in a pool of blood in your living room.
"Y/n!"
She ran to you, turning you around so you were on your back. Your face was covered in blood, fresh tears on your cheeks. She looked at you in horror. Her worst nightmare just became real.
Your necklace with her initial, stained with your blood, was hanging lazily around your neck, red from earlier.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks when she tried to take your pulse. She gasped when she felt it. She held your head with one hand, the other taking one of your own.
"Baby please stay with me... I called an ambulance it will be here any minute now..."
She had almost lost her voice from screaming when you were being attacked. Hearing you cry for help and not being able to to anything had killed her.
When the ambulance arrived, you were still unconscious in her arms. They forced her to back up while they were taking care of you. She didn't want to. She needed to be close to you. But they didn't let her.
From where she was, she could hear their conversation. It only made her heart ache.
"We're losing her! Get ready to shock her! 1, 2, 3, go!"
"She's losing too much blood!"
After what felt like an eternity, they put you on a stretcher into an ambulance. Tara made her way to you but was stopped quickly.
"You can't go further miss."
"Is she alive?" she asked, panicked
"She was clinically dead for 3 minutes. But we brought her back. Now if you want her to live have to take her to the hospital. And no, you can't come with us, we need to be by her side. You will see her at the hospital"
They left her here, crying on the sidewalk in front of your house. After a minute, she headed to the hospital, walking as fast as her legs allowed.
Once she was there, she was told she couldn't see you yet. She tried to argue, but that was useless. She "would only have to wait a little" as the lady said.
She took the opportunity to call your mother, your friends, and her sister to tell them everything.
The first to arrive was your mom, as expected. She seemed devastated. She got mad when she learnt she couldn't see you right now and started yelling at the lady before Tara dragged her away.
They had to wait half an hour before someone told them they could see you. You were still asleep, but your life wasn't in danger anymore.
Tara sat next to you and took your hand, stroking it gently, while Gale sat on the other side, watching you with tears in her eyes.
"... Can you watch her for a minute...? I have to tell Sidney..." she asked your girlfriend
"I'll call you if she wakes up"
She thanked her and got out of the room, taking her phone with shaking hands.
You would soon wake up, not believing you were still alive, and burst into tears in your girlfriend's arms only able to think about one thing; you had a killer on the hunt again.
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Bunny
Yandere Bunny Hybrid Jungkook x Reader
Summary: When your best friend asks you to look after her pet bunny.......
Warnings: yandere jungkook, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, obsession at first sight, non-con, smut (not descriptive), breeding kink, baby trapping
A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.
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"Y/N"
Your colleague and good friend, Jungeun called you, grabbing your attention. You turned back to see her with a basket in her hands.
"Can I request you something?"
She asked and came towards you with the basket in her hands. You nodded your head and let her proceed.
"Actually Y/N I have to go out of the station for a few days-"
"Oh"
This was the only word that came in your mouth. You didn't know what to say or didn't even have any idea what she was about to say.
"So can you look after my pet for me?"
"What? You have a pet, you never told me before."
You two have been friends for five years but she never told you she has a pet. You even went to her house several times but she never showed you her pet.
"O-oh y-yeah, I j-just a-dop-ted recently."
Why did she shutter?
She then opened the basket in her hands. You peeped into it and found there was a small bunny inside it.
"Aww so cute."
Those words came out of your mouth as soon as you saw the bunny. After hearing your words a huge smile formed on Jungeun's face.
"Btw, what's his name?"
You asked pointing at the bunny. You were busy admiring it.
"Cookie"
Jungeun said watching you staring at the bunny. She couldn't help but feel happy at the sight.
"So Y/Niee, will you take care of Cookie?"
"Definitely"
"Thanks Y/Niee, thank you, you are the best."
She said before handing over the basket to you. You grabbed it tightly so that it doesn't slip from your hands.
"Y/Niee, I should get going, I'm getting late."
She said before running towards her car .
"Jungeun wait!"
"Bye Y/N, take care."
She turned back to you the last time and yelled at you. Soon she disappeared from your sight. You eyes then fell on the bunny in your hand. You found it staring at you.
"Let's go home, Cookie."
You walked towards your car with the basket in your hands. Just then something striked your brain, why did Jungeun bring her pet to work? Most importantly when she came to work she had no basket with her.
A drop of rain fell on your face. You know it's going to rain soon. You better get home soon.
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Next Day:
You were searching on internet about how to look after a bunny. You had a dog and a cat before but never had a bunny so you have no idea how to take care of them.
You were currently at your work place and right now you had no work. You looked at the desk beside yours which was empty because it was Jungeun's. It's been a day but you miss her so much.
You heard a tap sound on your desk, you looked up to find a man you had never seen before.
"Excuse me, are you miss Y/N?"
"Yes"
After hearing that the man flashed you a bunny smile. You found it adorable.
"Good, I'm your new coworker. I'm here to work at the place of miss Jeon Jungeun."
Wait-what in place of Jungeun. No it can't be, Jungeun can't leave. You will die without her.
"What, Jungeun left?
"No actually miss Jungeun will not come to work for a month or two. So I'll work at her place."
You sighed in relief. Thank God Jungeun didn't leave but she'll not be coming for a month or two. She told you she is going out for a few days. Why didn't she tell you where she is going or why she is going? It was weird because she never hid something from you.
"Btw, my name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook."
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It has been almost two weeks since Jungkook joined your office. You two have gotten really well and now you are very good friends. You both often grab lunch or coffee together.
It doesn't matter how good of a bond Jungkook and you have now, you still miss Jungeun. She is your best friend and you can share each and every problem with her.
About Jungeun, you called her many times but she didn't pick up the call. You are really worried about her. You just hope she is fine. You talked about her to Jungkook, he assured you that everything is okay and she is fine. You hope he is right.
"What are you thinking about Y/N?"
Jungkook's voice brought you out of the stream of your thoughts. You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you.
"Oh nothing"
"Y/N if you want to share it with me you are free to. I won't judge you."
"I know"
Suddenly you realised that it's getting late and you should head home. Cookie is alone and you need to feed him.
"Jungkook, it's getting really late. I must head home."
"Oh yeah, I am getting late too."
With that both of you parted your ways.
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"Are you hungry, Cookie?"
You went towards the basket where Cookie was seated. You picked him up and were about to leave when your eyes spotted something. You placed Cookie down on the floor and grabbed the piece of paper which you found in the basket.
Why didn't you see it before? Maybe you didn't pay so much attention to it. You opened the piece of paper. 'Oppa, please don't hurt Y/N' was all written on the paper. It appeared to be Jungeun's handwriting but why will she write something like this and who wants to hurt you? So many questions went through your mind.
You decided to ignore it and do what you were about to do. You decided to feed Cookie but when you looked down where you kept Cookie, he was not there.
Just the you heard the pop sound of your phone. It was kept on the nearby table so you quickly grabbed it and checked the notification. You had received a message from Jungeun. You were so happy to see her name, she finally remembered you.
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Jungeuniee🐇:
Run Y/N
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Why would you run? What happened? Why did she text something like this?
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You:
What happened Jungeuniee?
Jungeuniee🐇:
Y/N run away before Oppa gets you.
You:
Why should I run from your Oppa?
Jungeuniee🐇:
Y/N you have time now.
Run away before Oppa gets you.
You:
Stop joking Jungeun.
I know you don't have a brother.
Jungeuniee🐇:
Y/N I lied to you.
I have a brother and he is obsessed with you.
You:
What are you saying Y/N?
Jungeuniee🐇:
Y/N I'll explain everything to you.
But right now just run away.
And don't take Cookie with you.
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Just then you heard the sound of something breaking. I ran towards my kitchen from where the sound came from. There I found Cookie on the kitchen counter and a plate broken into pieces.
I grabbed Cookie from there. I am glad that he didn't get hurt.
"You have no idea what you have done?"
I gave Cookie something to eat and I made something for myself to eat. I was having my dinner but couldn't stop thinking about what Jungeun had said.
She has a brother and I had no idea. Her brother is obsessed with me. How can it even be possible? She has to be joking because whatever she said doesn't makes any sense. But somewhere inside you was saying you to listen to her.
Whatever she said is definitely not possible, isn't it? Suddenly your head started to pain and you started to feel dizzy. You held your head tightly in your hands.
"Good night sweetheart, sleep well. You have a long night ahead."
You looked up and saw a figure sitting right in front of you through your blurry vision. It appeared to be Jungkook but what is he doing here? Before you could take a proper look at the person everything went black and you fell asleep.
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Jungkook's POV:
I looked at Y/N, she already passed out. I went towards her and picked her up in bridal style.
"Now I finally have you."
I whispered to her even though I know that she is not able to hear me. I am so happy to have her all for myself and all thanks to my sister. If she would not have helped me I would have never got my sweetheart.
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Flashback:
I was walking down the street in search of the dog who killed one of our pack member. How dare he kill one of our member? He will face the worst death for that and I will make sure of it.
Just then my eyes caught a sight of a girl helping an old lady cross the street. I was captivated by her beauty. I totally forgot what I was here for and just watched her helping the old lady. Nowadays we don't find such people often.
That was the moment I realised that I fell for her. I need her in my life. Don't worry sweetheart I will soon make you mine.
End of Jungkook's POV
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"Y/N, Y/N"
You heard somebody wishpering your name. You opened your eyes and found Jungeun staring at you.
"Jungeuniee-"
She covered your mouth with her hand before you could speak further. You observed the surroundings and found yourself in an unfamiliar room. Where were you?
"Didn't I tell you to run away?"
Jungeun wispered to you.
"But wh-"
"Listen Y/N, I lied to you that I don't have any siblings. I actually have a brother."
"But why did you lie?"
"I wanted to live a normal life as a human. Yes, we are not humans we are rabbit hybrids."
Are you dreaming? What is she saying? Rabbit hybrids- do they even exist? But the most important thing right now was that why are you here in the first place?
"Why am I here?"
"My brother brought you here. He is obsessed with you and wants you to be his mate. This is why I told you to run away but you didn't listen to me. At first I thought he loves yo- "
Before Jungeun could complete her sentence you heard someone clearing their throat. You looked at found Jungkook standing near the door with his hands on his hips.
You were correct it was Jungkook whom you saw before passing out. He is the one who kidnapped you and he is Jungeun's brother. Why didn't you figure it out before? Truth to be said both Jungkook and Jungeun had so much in common. They have the same surname and even a similar name.
"Get out, sister"
He yelled at Jungeun which had you in shock. You never saw this side of him and it freaked you out.
"But Oppa-"
"I said get out."
Jungeun hurriedly ran away from the room. You were now alone with Jungkook. He started to come towards you.
"Stay away from me."
You yelled at him but nothing worked. You tried to run away but in a moment Jungkook was above you. He pinned you hands above your head. You regret not listening to Jungeun and running away.
"Can't do sweetheart. I love you so much. I can do anything to have you even if I have to get rid of someone I will do it. If I can pretend to be a pet bunny then I can do anything."
He quickly captured your lips in a kiss. The kids was rough and demanding. He was enjoying the kiss but you struggled in his grip.
"Now I will make you my mate so that you can never get away from me."
With that he started to remove your clothes. You tried to push him off you but nothing worked because he was too powerful compared to you.
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He was thrusting deep inside you while you were crying helplessly. He was moaning in pleasure while you were groaning in pain.
You thought Jungkook to be a good person. You trusted him but he betrayed you. Even your best friend betrayed you. She was the one who helped Jungkook. You can never forgive her. Even though she said you to run away. If she wanted she could have protected you from him.
"I have to make sure that my seeds reach your womb. Jungeun loves babies."
With a final thrust he cummed inside you and laid on top of you. He then kissed your forehead. You now know that you are forever trapped with him.
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Ballet on the Bayou Pt. 4
Alastor x Ballerina! Reader
Summary: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story ig...
Trigger Warnings: Violence, grief, mourning, death, and drug use
Word Count: 1156
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"Blah, blah, blah, blah. This is boring stuff. I thought you would have done something interesting by now" Angel practically yelled at the pair.
"I am getting there, Angel Dust, context is important" Alastor said to get Angel to stop talking.
"Yes, Angel the good part is coming, I promise dear" Your finger brushed up against Angel Dust's cheek to get him to look at Alastor again.
"Fine but this better be worth it toots" Alastor's eye twitched and his smile lessened just a little, but the little laugh you let out was enough to make him calm down again.
"Now where was I? Yes!"
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You had recently gotten the plaster off of your foot and you were on a long road to recovery. Your dream had not fully died yet, and you thought of other ways you could reenter the dance world. You could be a choreographer, direct a ballet, or be a stage manager. None of these options felt right for you, so you kept looking.
You often walked with Alastor to his job and went to some stores. Then you would go home to be with his mother for the day. Cook, clean, listen to music, whatever she wanted to do. Then you would go meet Alastor outside the radio station, and walk home together.
Somedays this was just too much to bear, and you would end up in bed with as many pillows stacked under your foot as you could have. Those days Alastor worried, but as time wore on those days were few and far between.
As a few months passed since your injury you thought more about getting a job. Even just a couple days of the week out of the house would do you good. Talking to other people and making friends was something you longed for since you left home.
So you spoke to Alastor about getting a job.
"Why, Cher, I make enough money to support us. Stay home be comfortable"
"Al, I want to dance again, maybe not like I was, but I think I want to teach" Your eyes softened as you looked at him. This was not a spur of the moment decision. When he looked into your eyes, he knew you had been thinking about this for a while.
"Do not push yourself too hard, Cher, I couldn't bear to see you get hurt again" He pulled you close and rested his chin on your head.
The next day you went to the nearest dance studio and asked if they would let you teach a class.
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Soon enough you were teaching children how to dance. It gave you hope for the future, however, after one long day at the studio you came into an empty house. No smell of dinner, and Alastor on the couch with his head in his hands.
As you got closer you could hear the silent sobs coming from him.
"She's gone, mon cherie, she's gone"
He never gave you the full details but you knew for the past few weeks she had been extremely ill. Everyday you left for work, you would ask her if she needed you to stay. She always smiled and told you to go.
The next few months were ones of extreme mourning. Alastor dragged himself out of bed for work, used all his energy there, and then came home to collapse in bed.
Although you might say that you weren't helpful, Alastor called you the light in his darkest days.That the one good thing that happened in his life, saved him. You saved him.
Unfortunately, the killing that had miraculously stopped a year prior had mysteriously started again. This put you on edge, but as more time went on and more people went missing, Alastor got better. Although to you it was coincidence it was in fact correlation.
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"Wait, how did you not know he was a murderer?" Angel Dust interrupted Alastor once more, and Alastors antlers grew longer for a moment then retracted when he looked at your patient face.
"I only saw what I wanted to see, Angel, to me he was perfect in every way. He still is despite, you know, everything"
"I still don't understand why you're here though? I mean you taught kids to dance, here that makes you practically a saint" Again a small laugh emanated for your lips.
"That's coming, Angel, just listen"
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One day Alastor was waiting for you to come home. He was going to surprise you by going to the new upscale fancy restaurant in town. However, just before he went out to look for you, a police-man knocked on the door.
On your way home a car had struck you. Either you hadn't seen it or you froze, but the car had hit you and you died on impact. Alastor didn't quite believe what he was hearing and collapsed.
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However, you were greeted at the pearly gates. That's where you waited for your love to come and find you. When you looked in the mirror you saw your Odette costume. A beautiful tutu and white pointe shoes. Not only that but a gorgeous pair of white wings had sprouted from your back. Once this would have made your heart swell with happiness. However, you couldn’t enjoy it without Alastor by your side.
After many years you were finally informed of his whereabouts.
He went a little crazy after you died. He killed more and more. He made more mistakes and got even sloppier. Until the fateful day of his death. He died a couple of years after you. Bullet to the head from a hunter that mistook him for a deer.
The day of his death, he was put in Hell. No second thoughts about it. He had killed many, and would kill many more to gain power in Hell. Somehow when he arrived he could feel you weren't there. He knew deep down you didn't deserve to be there rotting in Hell with him.
You argued with the angel council.
"It must be a mistake. He had only ever been good to me, and to his mother. Please, why is he down there"
They had told me what he'd done. What he'd done before he met you, while he knew you, after you had died, and how he had died. In that moment, you forgave him. Not a moment of doubt crossed your mind.
The council was horrified. You were put on trial. They even waited. Try to see if you would change your mind. Come to your senses. See the light again.
You were cast out. You were no longer naive. You were no longer innocent. You were fully aware the man you loved was a monster. Yet you wanted to be with him anyway.
Casting you out was a curse, the worst form of punishment.
To you, it was a miracle. You would get to see him again.
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L'appel du vide (The call of the void)
— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader
Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie.
Additional warnings: refrences of past child abuse
Words: 4.1k
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Chapter 1: Back to Derry
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 slowed down as it stopped at a gas station. The driver's door opened, which caused [Name] to wake up. She raised her head, which was earlier rested on her palm. She blinked her eyes, trying to make out what her father was saying to her.
"I said, do you want me to get you anything?", he repeated, his hand on the door as he slouched and his head under the car, waiting for her answer.
"Uh," she slurred her words, yawning as she stretched her arms, a satisfying feeling passing through her body to wake her up while the sun was making it difficult for her to think of what to say. "Just some water please."
Her father gave her a thumbsup before turning around.
"On second thought, I'm kinda hungry. Can I have a sandwich?", she called out from the rolled down window.
Her father made his way inside, as [Name] shifted in her seat, her arms laying comfortable under her head. She sighed as she stared out the window, not focusing on anything in particular, yet caughting a glimpse of a man filling his car.
She and her father we're making their way to Derry, Maine, back to their relatives. Despite feeling excited to see her cousin again, she didn't really approve on moving so suddenly. She would miss her friends, her school – heck, even the grumpy teachers and lousy neighbours.
There was no way of changing her dad's mind, however, since he was so eager to start a new life. She couldn't blame him, though. She and the poor guy couldn't handle the decrease in her mother's sanity any longer. She only grew worse day by day, and it was final once she laid hands on her. Her eyes were unrecognizable, wide and furiously red, as she had her fingers wrapped around [Name]'s throat, squeezing it tight with demise.
Luckily, she was shoved back and restrained by her father, who later called the police on her and she was taken into court when found out she was abusing drugs, finally filling a divorce and in the end she was send to an asylum.
This made [Name] wonder if that woman even loved her in the first place. As she thought about it more overtime, she recalled the times her mother gave her the cold shoulder, or the nasty remarks she hissed – tasting like venom on her tensed dry lips. The glaring looks she gave her, feeling like piercing needles ready to strike.
[Name] instantly wiped some tears that were forming on her eyes, placing a smile on her face as her dad made his way back, bringing with him the stuff he bought.
He closed the door as he sat on the driver's seat, holding the bag for [Name] to take. "As you ordered, madam. Sandwich and a bottle of water," he teased.
She chuckled. "Oh, why thank you, kind sir," she said before taking a big bite of the chicken sandwich. "Man, I'm so hungry."
"Well, you should've prepared some food from home for the ride," he said, taking a cigarette out of his new pack, placing it on his lips, and turning the engine back on – which roared back alive, going backwards and on the road back to Derry. "I told you in the morning but you ignored me."
She rolled her eyes, not in the mood for bickering at the moment, instead changing the question. "So like, you gonna be working as a cop at Derry now?"
"Policeman, not a cop, [Name]. And yes, I've taken care of it on the phone," his eyes were focused on the road, taking a turn. "A guy of mine was kind enough to brag about my services back home."
[Name] hummed, not particularly interested in listening to the conversation, instead taking a moment to appreciate her hunger decreasing, savoring the chicken in contrast with the sauce and the variety of spices.
She looked out the window, trees passing as they were now driving through the dirt road. The wind blew through her hair, a breeze filling the car.
Her father remained silent for a moment and he sighed. "Listen, sweetheart, I know it's hard for you moving away and all but I'm sure you'll have a great time there and settle down nicely," he smiled as he recalled memories of his hometown. "Besides, you'll catch up with little Richie again."
"Well, I'm sure he's not little anymore. How many years has it been? Like five, six?", she tried to count, licking her fingers in doing so. "How old is that little prick now anyway?"
"[Name], watch your language please," her father said and she giggled in response. "I think he's about thirteen or twelve. Three years younger than you."
"I'm sixteen, dad."
"Thirteen then."
"Oh my god, dad. Did you really not remember the age of your own daughter?"
He lifted his fingers holding the lighted cigarette off the wheel in defense. "No, I didn't forget your age, honey. I'm just, really tired at the moment."
She shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, right."
"I mean it."
"Whatever you say can't save you now, dad."
He chuckled. "Really now?"
"Yes," she replied blankly, now finishing her sandwich.
Finally arriving, she took out one of her earplugs and pausing her music, raised her head to look around her new "home". Crippled narrow roads filled with puddles, with short trees that looked hardly standing by the constant floods and hurricanes. She almost cringed at the almost rundown looking buildings.
What eased her nerves were the stores here and there, them being: Brew & Chew Café, Doughy Delights Pizzeria, and Smile N’ Delight. Her eyes also caught a glimpse of the arcade, and she was sure Richie would probably spend his time there, playing aimlessly like his life depended on it. Not like she planned on going there, but still. It proved the existence that people lived there and it wasn't as deserted as it seemed.
"Are we there?"
"Sure are," he answered, searching for his sisters house. He smiled, "nothing has changed a bit."
"We haven't been gone that much for anything to change. I mean who even comes here anymore?"
Her father ignored her remark, taking a turn and slowing down as they reached that all familiar house [Name] hang out to when she was younger. They came to a stop and he got out of the car, while [Name] did the same, yet not so eager.
"Wentworth! How long has it been?", her father said as the front door opened, her uncle grabbing his palm and patting him on the back.
"You tell me," her uncle replied. "You were the one who decided to move out."
He chuckled. "Well, [Mother Name] wouldn't stop pressuring me and all. You know how she was."
This made [Name]'s aunt's smile fade, feeling somehow remorseful. "Ah, I'm so sorry about that, [Father Name]... We couldn't believe it when you told us all about it on the phone," her eyes looked at [Name], making her smile widely, her eyes wrinkling at the sides as they widened. She exclaimed and she walked over to her with raised arms, squeezing her cheeks which made [Name] groan slightly. Yet she didn't mind it much, always appreciating her aunt's weird ways of affection.
"Little [Name]! Ah, I can't believe how much you've grown. You're basically a lady now!", she noted, placing her palms on her shoulders and taking a better look at her, taking her time to "fix" her shirt and hair.
[Name] chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond. "Hey, missed you too, Aunt Maggie. Uh, is Richie home?"
"Oh, yes," she turned around, "Richie, get your ass here!"
After a few annoyed grumbles, a boy with dark hair came down the stairs. [Name] noted his increase in height and glasses who seemed to be thicker than how she remembered, making his eyes appear way bigger. He still had a couple of freckles drawn on his slighty chubby cheeks – even though he had a relatively slim figure. She threw an arm over his shoulder, snickering at his annoyance and trying to get off her hold.
"How's my little blabbermouth been?", she remarked and forced him into a hug. He groaned in response, mostly by the nickname but returning the hug happily.
"You haven't changed a bit, asswipe," he replied with the same tone. Still, his grip tightened around her. "You were still missed, though. As much as I hate to admit it."
That made her smile, and she let go of him, "Aw," she cooed. "I'm flattered, but it's very much expected," she replied proudly.
"Ha ha," Richie stated, his tone linked full of sarcasm. "Just make sure you stay this time," he scoffed, "I remember when you had to leave last time you were crying your eyes out. Your nose was full of snot and stuff. Gross."
[Name] narrowed her eyes, raising her brow. "That's not true. I don't ever recall that happening."
"Well, I do," he rolled his wide eyes behind his thick square glasses, smirking. "Right, mom?"
"Huh? What did you say, sweetie?", she asked, not listening to him in the slightest, too absorbed in the conversation with her husband and brother.
"Nevermind," Richie rumbled. "Say, you wanna join me and my friends? Oh – I forgot to mention – remember Bill? Well, we are now in a group with two other guys and we call ourselves The Losers Club, and it's freaking awesome!"
[Name] couldn't help but laugh. "The Losers Club? That sounds... pretty lame."
"That's the point, genius," he rolled his eyes again. "The thing is, you gotta join us, we always have so much fun and stuff."
"Maybe another time, kiddo. I'm pretty tired and I gotta start unpacking and I need get ready for school tomorrow. I've missed enough as it is."
Richie groaned. "Fineee. But you will come with us one day, I'm telling you."
[Name] ruffled his hair. "Okay okay, I get it!"
"Augh! Not the hair, man! Not cool", he tried to push her hand away, but to no avail as she wrapped an arm around his neck and continued in forcefully ruining his curly locks.
The next day [Name] was woken up but her father, completely ignoring her alarm clock at 6:30 am. She groaned and placed a pillow over her head, trying to block out her father's cheery but annoying voice through the kitchen.
She had to get up, though, when her father made his way into her bedroom and forcefully throwing the covers off her – much to her dismay. She raised her upper body, holding her weight with her elbows. Her eyes were puffy and red, a trail of drool beginning from her bottom lip and ending at her chin. A sight Richie would definitely make fun of, but he was in the same spot, as her dad did the same, but instead chose to grab Richie and spin him around, just like the way parents played with their month-old babies.
Richie – fully confused, and instead of cheering like a baby would – almost shrieked, his legs swaying back and forth, looking for a sturdy ground to balance himself and his arms trying to get a tight grip on his uncle. Without wearing his glasses, he wasn't able to see clearly, screaming: "What the hell is going on?!"
[Name]'s dad, not reducing his speed in the slightest, continued, "Wake up, big guy! You're gonna miss school!"
Richie, steadying his breath, replied, "Okay okay, I get it! Just get me down! For the love of—"
Just as he requested, his uncle complied, a satisfied smile on his features. He slapped his nephew's back lightly. "Come to the kitchen quick. I've prepared breakfast."
[Name] still in her bed – but not daring to lay back down, (in fear of her dad shaking her awake again) stared blankly at the wall, ignoring the commotion from Richie's room completely. She rubbed her half closed eyes, and dragged herself out of bed, choosing a simple and convenient outfit for the day, since her stuff and wardrobe hadn't been delivered in their new home fully yet. She grabbed her almost empty backpack, which contained only her pencil case and a couple of notebooks, and she slowly made her way to the kitchen, dropping on her seat feeling like a zombie. She tried to rest her heavy head on her palm, yet it fell on the table sharply.
"Ah ah," her father scolded. "Wake up, sweetie. It's your first day today."
She groaned in response.
"I'll give you a ride to school, so eat quick. I have work to get to," he explained further, flipping an egg from the pan.
"I'm sorry but how can you be so excited so early in the morning, uncle? I mean, no offense," Richie asked from the table, rubbing his glasses with his shirt. He turned to [Name], "is he always like this?"
She grabbed a toast from the table, which was applied with butter smoothly, and took a bite, her eyes still half closed. "Yes."
"Damn."
After a quick – and not so satisfying breakfast, Mr. [Last Name] gave the both a ride and went to work. For the first time Richie wasn't late. A rare occurance, mainly because he took ages to get ready but also because both his parents weren't able to drive him to school because of work.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later, asswipe," Richie held up his palm for a high-five. [Name] looked at him unfazed, almost rolling her eyes, clearly not in the mood so early in the morning. Still, she didn't leave him hanging and groaned under her breath.
"Remember, don't steal food from the cafeteria."
"Don't you mean, don't do drugs – or something?"
[Name] walked pass him, pushing her body on the school's front entrance. "Whate—", before she could finish, she felt a heavy force colliding against her. She yelped in response, being shoved backwards.
The person groaned in annoyance, also surprised by the sudden force. "What the fu—", the voice suddenly paused. [Name] took a moment to study the person. He was tall, his blonde hair messily styled in a mullet. His blue eyes were staring back at her, also studying her. His seemengly muscular built wasn't as apparent under his t-shirt which was being covered under his denim jacket, his sleeves being pushed high above his elbows. It was more of a fashion choice than an affect to keep warm in the cold weather of October.
She didn't know how long they kept eye contact, but it came to a stop as his features furrowed, pursing his lips. He shoved pass her, his shoulder bumping into hers while he mumbled under his breath: "Get outta my way."
She scoffed in response, raising a brow and walking into the halls, Richie following quickly behind her. "Oh my god," he gasped.
"What?", she questioned, looking around for the principal's office.
"You just ran into Henry Bowers!", he explained.
"I didn't ran into him. More like he bumped into me."
He quickly shook his head. "That's not the point, dumbass," he walked in front of her, making her stop in her tracks to get her attention. "The point is that he and his lovely little friends have been making our lives hell for how many years now. I'm honestly surprised he didn't murder you just now."
"He what?", [Name] asked, her eyes finally widening since this morning.
"Yeah," Richie said, beginning to walk again with her by his side, passing the other students in the halls as they chatted among themselves. "They're all complete psychos."
"How did you say his name was? Henry Bowers, was it?", she asked and slowed down when she noticed the principal's office in the corner. "Where have I heard of it before?"
"Man, I don't know. But I'm telling you. Just don't make him mad. Ever."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, big guy," she said, shifting her backpack as the school bell rang. She made herself a new goal for the year.
Richie raised a brow. "What do you mean? I don't like that look," he noted.
"Just, go to class, okay? I'll see you guys later," she shoved him softly, and he stumbled a bit, glancing back at her with a bit of worry, but made his way to class.
She didn't know how and why that guy seemed so familiar to her, but she didn't care either. No one is allowed to make fun of her cousin. No one. Except maybe her, but they were family. It's understandable. But him? Who did he think he is?
She decided to keep an eye on him and his stupid mullet.
[Name] was about to knock the open door but stopped when she saw a lanky guy staring at the principal blankly, his mind wandering off and not paying the slightest attention to him. The principal sighed, his hand waved towards the door, dismissing him as he finished, "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class."
The guy in question – Hockstetter, as he was mentioned – fixed his posture at the statement, the corners of his mouth forming into a smile. He left without question, his grey-green eyes meeting [Name]'s as he walked pass the door, twinkling with curiosity. She swore she saw him lick his bottom lip just as he left.
"And make sure Bowers actually goes to class this time!", the principal shouted and [Name] wondered if his orders even reached the guy's ears.
So this guy is one Richie's bullies, [Name] noted.
She decided to keep that in mind later as she walked inside. The principal held the bridge of his nose, sighing. When he noticed her, he grasped his hands together as he tried to recall her name. He remained with only parted lips as he failed in figuring out who she was.
"Hello, Mr – uh," she trailed off, trying to remember his name that her dad mentioned on the ride. "Mr. Corbin, I'm the new student. I think my father spoke to you on the phone."
His features softened, bringing a hand on his grey and combed hair. "Ah, yes! Mr. [Last Name], I believe. Yes, I've got your schedule prepared right here," he said, rolling back with his chair and opening his drawer, taking out a paper and handing it to [Name]. "It was pretty much a hassle trying to sort your lessons, since you arrived a bit later, but eventually we managed."
She whispered a soft "Sorry" in response.
"How very nice for us to welcome a new student. I hope you like it here. Ah, did you move here recently, miss [Last Name]?"
She quickly skimmed over her schedule, and looked back at Mr. Corbin. "Yes. Yesterday actually."
"I see," he replied, fixing his mustache. "Well, I hope you settle down nicely. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to finish," he rolled on his chair forward, placing his hands together once again. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to come to my office."
[Name] smiled at him. "Thank you so much, Mr. Corbin," she said and walked out, looking over her schedule. She hummed, feeling not so glum about it, only groaning when she saw she had to chose an extracurricular, but also hoping there were good options to chose from at the very least. She noticed a note, written roughly with a pen; locker: 74.
She made her own inner note to check it out later.
Now, she hurried herself to her first period, being World History. It took her while to find the class, and she was sure she'd get some nagging from the teacher. She hesitantly knocked on the door and slowly opened it. Peeking over the gap, she noticed all the students attention being on her. She stepped inside, clearing her throat.
"Sorry I'm late, Mr –", she looked at her schedule, "Mr. Okley."
Mr. Okley stopped writing on the board, turning his focus on her. "It's okay, I suppose," his voice indicated his boredom which were proved by his uninterested expression. "You're the new student, yes?"
She nodded. "Yes, my name is [Name] [Last Name]."
His face brightened, his blank expression being replaced by a small smile. "Ah, [Last Name]? I know your father. We used to be classmates together. Really funny fellow, I tell you," he chuckled. "Make sure to tell him I say hi, alright?"��
[Name] smiled, trying to ignore people's stares. "I will."
"We're on page forty-three. You can take a seat over there," he pointed at an empty seat next to the window.
"I don't have a book."
"Right," he hummed, looking around his desk for a spare book. "I can't seem to find one right now. Just sit next to Victor for now and come by my office later."
The guy in question raised his head from his palm, being shaken out of his thoughts. [Name] dragged a chair and sat next to him, who scooted to the side to make some some space for the both.
She held her hands close, feeling awkward by the closeness between them. But she tried her best to ignore it, taking notes when she thought was necessary.
As she wrote, her pall pen started leaving less and less ink. She pressed harder, but the pen refused to work, as if it suddenly decided to go against her.
"Shit," she cursed under her breath. She turned to Victor, who had his undoubted attention on Mr. Okley who explained about the Rise of Rome.
"Do you have an extra pen?"
His attention was disturbed again. He shifted in his seat, blinking like he was just woken up. "Oh, yeah," he searched his bag and held one for her.
"Thanks," she took it, smiling warmly at him.
"So, why the sudden change or schools?", he asked.
"Oh, you know. The usual reasons," she wrote on her notebook, testing if it worked. It was an obvious attempt of her deflecting the question.
Victor didn't attemt to pressure her in saying anymore, turning his attention back at the lesson.
The bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. All the students gathered their things, chatting among themselves as they made their way outside.
Just as [Name] was about to do the same Mr. Okley called her.
"Wait here for a moment, I'll go and fetch your book, alright?"
With that she waited, watching the classroom becoming less and less crowded. Her mind started wondering along, when she was being shoved forward. Her shoulder bumping with an all too familiar muscular one, snickering as he made his way towards Victor. Two others followed, passing her like she was nonexistent.
Her face soured.
Henry and Hockstetter loud vocals filled the room, shooting at Victor about who knows what. [Name] was unable to identify the other figure. He was the most noticeable large one of the group.
With the realization that Victor was in their little group, it made the girl's disappointment more visible.
Mr. Okley came back, holding a thick book. "This is it," he opened it, flipping through the pages. "We've covered all of these. Make sure to study them until next week. We'll be having an exam on Monday."
She scrunched her nose, which didn't go unnoticed.
"Now now, it's not too much," he chuckled at her reaction. "It has very vague information and it's pretty easy to grasp. I'm sure you can do it."
She wasn't convinced and he continued. "If it's too much for you, then I'll guess I could give you an extra week."
"Really?"
He winked. "Just don't tell anyone," he waved his hands. "Now, run along!"
She chuckled and scooted over the door, but stopped when she remembered something. She glanced over at her classmate by the window, being surrounded by the mullet asshole and the creepy lanky guy – and the guy she couldn't recognize. He was frowning at his friends, telling them to "shut up" while they joked around.
She sighed under her breath and turned her heel, walking over to him. She looked to the ground, avoiding their gazes as she came closer.
"You, uh, forgot your pen," she held it out for him, only locking eyes with his as he stopped his bickering. Their laughs also came to a stop, observing her from head to toe.
He took it, and before he could answer she swung around, storming out of the classroom. Her chest was bounding and her breath was shaky.
She meet the Bower Gang on her first day and managed to survive.
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Forgotten Anniversaries
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summary: beau forgets your two-year anniversary but you don’t realize the next day is another one
paring: beau arlen x female fiance!reader
rating: R for language
word count: 2.3k
warnings: language, ends with pre-smut but cuts off before anything happens
timeline: set after s3 but doesn’t really follow canon
author’s note: beau my beloved! such a sweetheart and deserves so much love!! really wish big sky hadn’t been canceled :,,(
Two years ago to the day marked your first date with your now fiancé. You had met Beau Arlen a few months before that date, and he had finally asked you out after several weeks of pining over you. You worked at a bakery in town walking distance from the station, and once you two started dating you often brought over baked goods for your boyfriend and his deputies.
Six months ago Beau had asked you to marry him, and you said yes. The wedding would be in just a couple more months.
Now, you were once again at the Sheriff’s station, Beau was taking you out for your two-years-dating and six-months-engaged anniversaries. Well, actually you were taking him out. He’d been really busy the last couple of weeks so you had planned the date; a picnic in the same spot he’d proposed to you at.
“Sheriff, Y/n is here to see you,” a deputy told him, poking their head into Beau’s office. Poppernak and Hoyt were in the office as well and they were all discussing an ongoing case.
“Let her in!” Beau beamed, covering a few gory pictures he had splayed on his desk.
“Hey,” you said when you walked into his office.
Beau’s face lit up at the sight of you; such a gorgeous woman who had somehow fallen in love with him. He felt like the luckiest man in the world as he eyed you, still smiling. You wore a summery floral dress that brushed your ankles, with a slit going up your leg and ending just below your left hip. A plunging neckline accented your breasts and the necklace Beau had gifted to you last anniversary. Your hair was done up, but not in a way that felt uncomfortable; it looked elegant but still felt laid back. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you noticed his blush.
“Ready to go?” you asked him, motioning to the door a little. His face fell and you slowly matched his expression.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
“You forgot.” You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek with disappointment.
“Could you two give us a minute?” Beau asked the deputies in the room.
“Yeah, do you want us to go without you?” Jenny asked, referring to what they’d been discussing about taking down the current perp.
“No, I’ll be out in a minute,” he told her before she nodded and left the room; Poppernak followed close behind, and shut the door as he walked out.
“You really forgot?” you asked Beau, looking at him with hurt in your eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n I just got caught up in today’s case,” he said. He stood up from his chair and walked over to you, putting a hand under your chin so you’d look at him. “I swear I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay, I understand,” you said quietly, smiling a little.
Beau furrowed his brows. “Why aren’t you mad?” he asked, you just shrugged a little. “Shit, you’re really mad, aren’t you? You wanna yell at me but we’re in a very public place so you’re waiting until tonight to really let me have it-”
“No,” you laughed a little. “Beau, I’m not mad at you. I’m disappointed you forgot but that’s just because I was really looking forward to spending time with you! I had this whole thing planned and everything,” you said, mumbling a little by the end.
“A whole thing, huh?” Beau smiled.
“A picnic in the park where you proposed to me. I baked you a special pie, too.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry I fucked it up, hun.”
“It’s okay,” you assured him, he still didn’t seem to believe you. “You can make it up to me tonight, how’s that?”
“Oh?”
“Mhm,” you bit your bottom lip as you looked into his bright green eyes, “you can do that one thing I really like, then you’ll be completely forgiven.”
“Oh that thing,” he smirked, “yeah, I will gladly do that.”
He bent down and kissed you, snaking his arms around your hips to bring you closer as your hands went into his hair.
“I love you, Beau.”
“I love you too, Y/n.”
Poppernak knocked on the door and poked his head in, “Sorry to interrupt, but we really have to get going, Arlen.” Beau put his hand up, showing a finger to signal he’d be done in a minute.
“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” he mumbled against your lips. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Mhm,” you hummed into his mouth as he kissed you again.
“I’ll be home by eight, nine at the latest, ten at the absolute latest, okay?” he assured you, you nodded. “Love you!” He kissed you one last time before he left, putting his cowboy hat on when he opened the door.
“Love you, too.”
**
As the clock struck midnight, you sank deeper into the couch. Your tear filled eyes were glued to the screen as you watched the movie you’d picked; Die Hard. Not the perfect anniversary movie but there was a whole story behind why you’d picked it, having to do with your third date with Beau.
You took another sip of the wine you’d been working on and checked your phone. Still nothing from Beau. The nerve! The absolute audacity this man had! He couldn’t text or call you when he knew he’d be late?
You adjusted yourself on the couch, the babydoll dress you were wearing riding up your bare thighs as a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. You looked away from Bruce Willis and down at the beautiful ring on your finger. Memories of six months ago flooded your mind. How Beau had been so nervous the whole day, as if there was a chance you’d tell him ‘no.’ How he looked at you when he knelt down and opened the velvet box and popped the question. How his smile grew when you answered him.
The front door unlocked, pulling you out of your thoughts, before Beau stepped into your shared house. He walked into the living room and found you there in the dark.
“Hey, Y/n,” he said, walking to the couch and sitting down. You didn’t answer him and instead just took another sip of wine. “I’m really, really sorry, sweetheart.”
“There’s leftovers in the fridge,” you muttered, putting the wine down. “Pie, too.”
“Darlin’ I’m so, so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to stay out so late. The case ran long-”
“And you couldn’t fucking call me?” you exclaimed. “You couldn’t just let me know two hours ago you weren’t gonna make it!? You know how many fucking candles I wasted!?”
“I broke my phone tackling the guy and I came straight here after he was officially in custody,” he told you.
“And do none of your many deputies have a phone you could borrow? Not a single person near you had a fucking cell phone?”
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry! Hun, I am so god damn sorry!” He reached out and took your hand in his. You let him bring it to his lips and place a kiss on your knuckles. “Please, I love you so much, can we please just celebrate together for a bit before we go to sleep?”
“Our anniversary is over, Beau.” You took your hand back. “You fucking missed it.”
“Actually, today’s an anniversary too,” he whispered, you turned your head to finally look at him. He knitted his brows apologetically when he noticed your tears. “A year ago today, we were sitting on this couch and we had just finished watching Die Hard. You leaned over to kiss me, and as I was kissing you, you mumbled ‘let’s watch the next one.’ And, in that moment, something just like clicked in my brain, and I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“What?” you mumbled.
“Yep. Exactly one year ago today, I decided to ask you to marry me.” He smiled but it faded when he noticed fresh tears falling. “No, shit! Please don’t cry!”
“That is when you decided to marry me?” you asked, he nodded. “Oh my god!”
“A-Are you happy right now or are you still mad at me, because-” You cut him off with a kiss to his full, pink lips.
“I love you so much, Beau,” you whispered when you pulled away. You kissed him again, putting your hands on his face and smiling against his mouth.
“Love you so much more,” he mumbled, mirroring your smile.
“Wait,” you pulled away, worry in your eyes, “when was the last time you ate?”
“Uh, three-ish, why?”
“Oh my god, you must be starving!” you exclaimed and stood up. You held out your hand for him to take. “C’mon, I’ll reheat the food for you and relight the candles.”
“Seriously?” he asked, smiling and beginning to realize you’d forgiven him for coming home so late.
“Yeah, we’ve got a new anniversary to celebrate,” you replied. He stood up and took your hand, bending down to kiss you again. He followed you to the kitchen.
“Can I say something about what you’re wearing now or…” He bit his lip when you twirled to face him before you nodded. “God damn you’re so beautiful! Your tits look incredible!”
“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome.” You gripped his collar, got on your tippy toes, and kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around you so you couldn’t pull away and he could kiss you back. “I love you, Beau.”
“I love you, too.”
“Now, c’mon! Sit down,” you said when you finally pulled away and his grip loosened. He took a seat at the table and you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with his hair. You ran your fingers through it before tilting his head back so you could kiss him again.
As you turned to reheat the food he smacked your ass lightly, making you squeal a little.
“Where’s the lighter?” he asked, wanting to light the candles on the table.
“Under the left candlestick,” you told him, bending down into the fridge to get the tupperware of food.
“Wow, you’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’,” he mumbled. He lifted up the left candle to find the small lighter hidden underneath. He lit the two candles before he put it back.
“You remember what we ate on our first date, right?” you asked him hesitantly.
“Yes, I do,” he replied, earning a suspicious look from you. “I tried cooking spaghetti and meatballs for you, but I completely botched it. So, we ordered in from that Italian place on the other side of town—this delicious chicken parmesan dish with a side of ravioli. While we were waiting for the food, you made us a salad.”
You smiled at him, biting your bottom lip a little.
“Happy two year anniversary, Beau,” you said as you brought two plates over, one filled with the same food as your first date, except you made it yourself. “I can’t promise this is gonna taste nearly as good, but I promise it was made with love.” You took a seat next to him as he took a bite of the chicken.
“Oh my god!” he practically moaned. “This is incredible, sweetheart!”
“Thank you.” You smiled and began eating the salad on your plate. (You’d already eaten dinner but you didn’t want to just watch him eat without eating a little something yourself.) “Oh! I almost forgot the champagne!”
You stood up and got the bottle from the fridge before pouring some into his glass and then your own.
“Happy two year anniversary, Y/n,” he said and lifted his glass to clink it with yours.
“Happy one year of wanting to marry me,” you replied and tapped your glass to his.
“And six months of being engaged,” he reminded you.
**
You two were back on the couch, watching Die Hard even though it was now nearly one. Beau didn’t have work in the morning so he didn’t feel the need to rush to bed.
“Remember our third date?” he asked you quietly, his breath fanning your ear. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you were leaning on his chest. He kissed the back of your head as you intertwined his fingers with your own.
“We were watching this movie outside your trailer,” you started. “We were sharing a blanket and I kissed you. It escalated when you moved your hand down…” you took his hand and lowered it toward your torso, “here.”
“Then I kissed you here,” he kissed your neck, “and here,” he kissed down to your collarbone. He turned you around so you could straddle his hips.
“It was cold outside so you didn’t want to get me naked until we were inside and on your bed,” you mumbled against his lips. “So… want to move this into the bedroom?”
“If I remember correctly, you took your bra off under your shirt when we were still outside,” he reminded you.
“I did,” you said, still kissing him, “but I’m not wearing a bra right now.”
“But you are wearing panties.”
He stood up, causing you to do the same. He sat back down and ran his hands up your legs and under your lingerie. He smirked up at you before pulling down your panties which you then stepped out of.
“Alright, now we can move this to the bedroom.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as he stood up, lifting you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
He carried you upstairs and into the bedroom, kicking the door with his foot.
“Did you put roses on the bed?” he asked, smiling against your mouth when he noticed the petals decorating the mattress and the floor leading up to it.
“You did the same thing last year,” you reminded him, also smiling.
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How much you hate me
The only reason you had to be in his presence is because you were Pedri's good friend and he likes Pablo way too much for your taste. How can anyone like such an annoying jerk!?
"You ready bajita??" Pedri called and you rushed to grab your bag walking outside to meet the two of them standing by the car waiting since y'all are going to the party together tonight.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to fight guys from touching you, hermanita! You look amazing!!" Pedri joked and you blushed loving how he always treated you like a younger sister and a best friend.
"She's asking for it if you ask me.." Pablo groaned pretending to look at his phone when it was clear he was stealing glances from your exposed thighs in that short jean skirt.
"I don't remember asking you!" you snarl walking past him and Pablo rolled his eyes as they followed after you shamelessly checking out your ass which looked so damn delicious in that skirt!
"You just had to insult her ,cabrón!" Pedri hit Pablo head before they joined you in the car with Pablo in the passenger seat and you in the back taking pictures on your phone.
"Can you stop by the gas station? I need to get something." you said and Pedri gladly pulled up while Gavi was whining how you were gonna be late for the party. You completely ignored him rushing inside the store.
"When are you gonna stop being an asshole and admit you like her already??" Pedri asked and Pablo was surprised by his insinuation never thinking about you that way...well apart from when he got horny and your face was all he could think about. Fuck! He really was attracted to you!
"Pablito likes who??" you interrupted their conversation and Pablo quickly came up with a story in his head.
"This instagram model with real boobs and not your non-existant ones! And stop calling the Pablito!" he spat making you a little self conscious looking down at your shirt but you wouldn't show it to him that easily.
"Yeah and no brain surely.." you say making Pedri laugh earning a death glare from Gavi who rolled his eyes and stayed silent for the rest of the ride. He couldn't stop thinking about what Pedri said..how does he tell you now that you 'hate' each other???
You were disappointed that Pablo thought you were not attractive at all from what he said in the car (little did you know 😏) and the rest of the night you lacked the confidence. He was surrounded by girls the moment y'all arrived at the club and all of them had as he said 'real boobs' and 'round asses' while you looked like a literal child.
"Hey, you..wanna have a drink outside with me??" a boy wearing a leader jacket asked and you met his dark eyes feeling excited that someone finally noticed you completely disregarding that he look absolutely untrustworthy smelling strongly of alcohol and weed.
"She's good man!" Pablo appeared besides you and you in the matter of seconds and you wondered how the hell did he notice what was going on while being busy with his 'fangirs'.
"You her boyfriend or something?" man asked and Pablo wanted so badly to proudly say 'yes' and pull you to his side but he knew that was impossible so he just stayed quiet.
"Nope! He says I don't have big enough boobs" you said giving Pablo and angry glance and he swallowed hard hating himself for saying it to you because truth be told, your body was nothing short of perfect..and he was dreaming vividly about it..every..single..night.
"I think they are going to perfectly fit into my hand doll" boy smirks moving closer and you hated that smell but seeing Pablo so angry was worth it. You wanted him to see that someone found you attractive..it was building back your confidence. Meanwhile, Pablo was thinking of all ways to kick this guys ass without causing a scene and ending up int he tabloids the next day.
He's crazy if he was thinking of touching your boobs while Pablo was alive and breathing..nobody but him can hold them! He didn't care about the consequences. But when he was about to step forwards you stood in between boys telling him to leave you alone before leaving outside.
"Pedri! Pedri!" Pablo interrupted his friends make-out session because he was freaking out when you didn't come back worried something bad has happened. If you won't listen to him, you will surely listen to Pedri.
"You 'hermanita' is crazy and stupid! She went out with this scumbag in a leader jacket and will get raped!" Pablo said and Pedri smirked moving away from the third girl tonight pulling his friend to the side away from the music.
"All I hear is that you're jealous she's getting attention only you should be giving her hermano..go get your girl pussy!!!" Pedri tapped his shoulder leaving shortly after clearly too drunk to be of any help right now. Just great! Pablo went outside after you determined to pull you a way from that idiot and take you home safely.
"Donde estas muñeca! Y/n! We're leaving! Vamos!" Pablo was yelling looking around and when he saw you sitting on the car with that guy in between your legs he lost it.
He ran pushing the guy to floor getting on top of him and punching his face until his knuckles were bleeding. You were pulling him off but it was useless since in all that rage, nothing was going to stop Pablo.
When he was 'done', he grabbed your arm pulling you towards the car making you whine since he was quite rough right now. You didn't know what was going on and why he cared all of the sudden!? He said he hated you so many times and here he is punching a guy for getting between your legs (not really😉).
"Stop! What are you doing!? I don't want to leave!"you yelled and he abruptly stopped turning around and looking down at you angrily which made all your confidence vanish. Pablo wasn't tall but since you were so short and he was basically all muscle, he looked very intimidating right now...in a good way.
"Basta! I'll deal with you after we get home!" he said opening the door and you silently entered wondering just how he was going to 'deal' with you later?? You would lie if you didn't say you were intrigued and a bit excited about it all.
"Um..your hand is bleeding" you said quietly hating the uncomfortable silence but he was in no mood to talk still feeling fumed that guy got anywhere near between your legs! He hated thinking what would have happened if he hadn't showed up!
"Pablo..you missed the turn to Pedri's?" you said but Pablo only smirked shaking his head at your comment.
"I'm taking you to my home muñeca" he answered simply and you felt your panties damped as you wondered what will this night bring to you.
"Are you out of your mind!? HUh!? Going out alone with that guy!? He's deifiantelly a drug dealer muñeca!" Pablo was fuming mad as we entered his apartment and you just followed after him avoiding his eyes nervously. Him patronizing you was for some reason so damn attractive right now..
"Why do you care!? You hate me right!?" you spat and he turned around rushing towards you and pushing you against the wall trapping you there with his strong arms and you gulped looking into his eyes bravely.
"I do! I...hate..you..so..damn..much!" he articulated each word clearly while staring at your lips and you were shivering just wanting to taste him finally..you craved it for so long.
"I hate you too.." you say taking one of his hands gently and bringing it to your lips starting to kiss his bruised knuckles softly. Pablo groaned looking at how small you looked kissing his knuckles and his shorts got so tight at the sight.
"Q..que..haces?" Pablo was fighting an urge to fuck you mercilessly against the wall right now and you could feel it continuing with your ministrations.
"Hm..were..you..mad..I..let..him..between..my..legs..Pablito?" you asked kissing in between each word and he listened carefully moving the hand you help and wrapping it around your throat which made your panties ruined.
"He doesn't belong between your legs princesa?" he spoke holding your throat tightly and you smiled pouting which was killing Pablo to see right now. fuck!!! you were driving him crazy right now!!!
"Who does?" you whisper unable to speak from his tight hold on your throat and he smirks leaning in to whisper to your ear.
"Me..."his voice was raspy and you closed your eyes moaning when his lips grazed your earlobe before he pulled back.
"I want you so bad right now! J..joder! What have you done to me!?" Pablo growled pulling you into the bedroom and you fell on the bed as he hovered above you.
His lips crashed onto yours and you were making out feverishly with each other like your life dependent on it. He pulled when both of you were out of breath.
"Show me.." you moaned while he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear wanting to see all of your beautiful face.
"What princesa?" he asks with a smirk proud to finally have you like this..all for himself.
"How much you hate me.." you said and your lips were colliding once more...want more?? 😉😏
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✯Malevolent PT. 4✯
Black!Reader
pt1 pt2 pt3 mww1 mww2 mww3
summary: Turns out I'm living in a horror film Where I'm both the killer and the final girl. So who, who are you?
In the small town of Somerville Massachusetts, a bloodbath is brewing, and Y/N Lyoncourt is in the middle of it.
games played with cell phones, gruesome murders, and scary movies
how will she survive?
warning: swearing, stalking, death, murder, attempted murder. read at your own risk.
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The bullpen of Somerville police station is hopping. Multiple officers and detectives running around, files being thrown on desks and coffee being spilled.
Y/n sits at a lone desk in the corner, a jacket belonging to the sheriff perched over her shoulders. She has a cup of water sitting next to her, untouched.
"Hey kid."
She jumps feeling an arm on her shoulder. She looks up and sees Deputy Holland. "Did you reach my dad?" She questions softly. He gives her a sad smile and shakes his head, "Are you sure it was the Hilton?"
She rubs over her face in exhaustion, "he said it was the one by the airport." Deputy Holland sighs and sits on the desk, looking down at her. "We called and he's not registered." Y/n is perplexed, her dad told her where he would be, he even gave her the phone number along with his room number.
How is he not there?
"Don't worry, we will find him and let him know what's going on."
She sighs and looks around the bullpen, observing the chaos in front of her. Her eyes land on a room blocked by glass. In the room sits Matt along with the Sheriff, and his father.
"What were you doing in her room son?" The Sheriff asks. Matt groans and rubs over his face in irritation. "She's my best friend! I was going to her room like I do any other night! She had a rough day!" His dad sighs, tired of this whole thing. "Sheriff, you know my boys. They wouldn't do anything like that! It's no secret Y/n and my boys are close."
The Sheriff ignores Jimmy's statement and looks back at Matt, "She said she received a phone call, and wording that you use was said. Did you call her?" Matt shakes his head vigorously.
"No! I didn't!"
"Pull the records for Christ's sake!" Jimmy shouts. He can't believe his son is sitting here, being accused of trying to murder his best friend.
"She said you were in her room the previous night as well, with your brother Chris. Is that true?" Jimmy turns to Matt in shock.
"When the hell did you two leave?" Matt rubs over his face and hunches over the table.
"Chris and I watched a movie and we just wanted to get out of the house." The sheriff looks at Matt questioningly. "Did you go to kehalani's hou-THAT'S ENOUGH!" Jimmy's voice booms in the interrogation room. The sheriff sighs and looks back to Matt, "I'm sorry kid, we will have to keep you here overnight."
Tears well in Matt's eyes, "I-I didn't do it." He whispers sadly, voice cracking and all.
Meanwhile, Y/n and Buddy are being escorted out the back by Junior. "Wait here, I'm going to get the car!" He states before jogging off. The two girls don't even catch a moment to themselves, due to Denise walking up, a smirk on her face.
"Hello Y/n."
She glares at Denise, not in the mood for any of her shenanigans. "Some night, are you alright?'' The fake act of empathy is evident in Denise's tone. Y/n and Denise hold each others gaze, both staring hard and cold. "What happ-Can you fuck off?" Buddy jumps in.
"No it's alright Buddy, she's just doing her job. Right Denise?" The older woman smiles fakely, smoothing out her dress shirt. "Yes, that's right."
Junior pulls up in an unmarked police car, a flock of reporters following him. "How's the book Denise?" Y/n asks.
"It will be out later this year! You'll get your copy."
"I'll be looking forward to it," Y/n mutters sarcastically before attempting to walk away.
"Thank your father for me! He gave me the ok to pub-" Denise falls back from the punch Y/n threw.
Y/n and Buddy lay in Buddy's room, Y/n on the floor as Buddy sits cris-crossed. "That shit was funny! 'thank your dad for me' MINK! Bitch flew back! I know that's right." Buddy imitates the altercation animatedly. Y/n chuckles softly, mind still on the fact her dad betrayed her mom.
Buddy settles down in her bed, her head propped up by her hand. She looks at Y/n before muttering something softly, "Do you really think Matt did it?" y/n frowns, her heart aching thinking about the boy in a jail cell.
"He was there Buddy..."
"I knew it was too good to be true, he and Chris are too obsessed with you." Y/n sighs at the words spoken.
Could it really have been Matt? He would never do something like that...right?
A knock on the door pulls her away from her thoughts. It's Mrs. Holland. She has her bonnet on and her pajamas, "somebody is on the phone for you puddin' pop." Y/n stands up and walks out of the room, "is it my dad?" The older lady shrugs before sitting back in the living room, going back to watching her stories.
Y/n picks up the house phone,
"Hello?"
"Hello Y/n."
Her blood runs cold, the voice invading every part of her body.
"FUCK YOU! YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE A SICK FU-" Buddy and Mrs. Holland rush towards her, trying to figure out what's going on.
"Awww poor Matty boy, sitting in a cell. Tsk tsk tsk"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" She's hysterical at this point, scared for Matt and herself.
"Looks like you booked the wrong guy...Again" The voice taunts.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Buddy tries to take the phone but Y/n slaps her hands away, speed walking to the other side of the kitchen table.
"You'll find out soon."
"Junior! Get your lazy ass out here!" Mrs. Holland bangs on the basement door.
"This is going to be fun, just like old times."
With that, the line ends, leaving Y/n in a fit of rage. She throws the phone, screaming profanities left and right. Junior runs into the kitchen, shirt off, pants undone and gun in hand,
"What's wrong?!"
The next morning is oddly bright, the sun shining down as the trees still lay naked.
Buddy and Y/n sit at the kitchen table as Mrs. Holland serves breakfast. Y/n stares at her glass of water, eyes vacant. "You sure you girls don't want to stay home? You had a long night."
"I can't miss today! They are finally putting out the voting ballot and I have to make sure my name is in the box!" Buddy dismisses her mother's concerns. Y/n snaps out of her trance when hearing Buddy's words, "You're really running for scream queen?"
"Duh! They need a black girl up there and it's going to be me!" Y/n says nothing in response, simply taking a sip of her water. Junior rounds the corner, phone in hand. " Matt was released, his phone was clean and I told them about the call you got last night."
She feels like throwing up.
She blamed her best friend when it wasn't him.
Just like the previous day, reporters and news vans line the streets in front of the school. Y/n hops out of the police cruiser, buddy in tow. Microphones and cameras are immediately shoved in her face. Junior is quick to usher them away, threatening them with harassment charges.
As they attempt to walk into the school, Y/n notices a familiar van. Without a word she walks over, "Denise?" The lady turns around and instantly takes a step back.
"I'm not here to fight I just...Do you really believe Thomas is innocent?" Her voice is soft, her eyes downcasted to the leaves beneath her feet. "Does it matter what I think?" Y/n sighs at the question.
"During the trial, you called me a liar and all sorts of names!"
"You falsely identified him that's why." Denise spits back. Y/n finally looks at her, "has his story changed at all?"
"He admitted to being drunk and sleeping with you-She would have never slept with him-She seduced him!" Y/n glares at Denise for what feels like the billionth time in two days.
"He raped her! He raped her then s-slaughtered her! I saw him leave wearing that trenchcoat!"
"Someone else was wearing the coat Y/n!" She falters at those words, knowing there's now a possibility that it could be true. Denise picks up on this and her eyes widen, "You know it's not true! The killings now are related to your mother!"
"Let's step," Buddy says trying to pull Y/n away. The girl quickly follows, not wanting to talk to Denise anymore.
They make it inside the school, maneuvering through the jungle-like hallways. "Everything will be fine, you're at school and saf-" Both girls jump seeing a white mask appear in front of them. Y/n quickly grabs Buddy's hand, squeezing it tightly.
"Safe..." Buddy finishes as the boy runs down the hall screaming. Y/n closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before letting go of Buddy's hand. They make it to Buddy's locker after multiple jumpscares, "I think your mom was right, I should have stayed home." Y/n mutters as she looks around cautiously.
"Ok listen, we are going to meet after every class, right here. That way you will feel safe." Buddy notices Y/n's eyes trained on something. She follows and sees Matt walking down the hallway with Chris, Nick, and Nate.
They approach the two girls, Matt's face solemn as he eyes Y/n. "Can we talk for a se- You know if I was accused of carving up my peers I wouldn't show my face in school." Buddy sneers, pulling Y/n closer to her and away from Matt. "Jeez, go easy on the kid. He didn't do it." Chris states rolling his eyes. Buddy lightly smacks his chest, her hand lingering on his shoulder.
"Y/n please?"
Suddenly a scream is heard from down the hallway and Y/n jumps.
"Why are they doing this?" her hands are shaking slightly. The familiar masks running amuck keeping her on her toes.
"It's like Christmas! What are you-OOF- Jesus what was that for?" Nate asks looking at Chris. "Stop being fucking stupid and use your brains for once alright?" his Boston accent coming out thick. Y/n shakes her head, taking off down the hall from her group of friends. Matt quickly follows her.
Through the sea of people, Matt loses sight of her. He sighs in disappointment as the bell rings, the hallways clearing out. He rounds the corner, trying to get to class when he runs into someone.
Y/n stumbles back, getting ready to cuss the person out, but freezing when she sees Matt. She quickly walks around him but he grabs her arm, pulling her back and pressing her against the lockers. The two stare at each other, the air around them tense.
"You still think it's me?"
She sighs, the salt burning her eyes, "I-I don't but Matt, someone was there to kill me."
"The police said I scared him off, it wasn't me Y/n" his words are firm, leaving no room for discussion. "I know Matt, I know! I got another call when I was at Buddy's." She confesses to him.
"See? It couldn't have been me because you put me in jail!" She flinches at his words, not used to him being mad at her. She feels horrible, "Matt I'm sorry! You have to understand the- the circumstances?" Matt scoffs and rubs his face in frustration. He slams his hand against the locker next to Y/n's head, "For fucks sake Y/n, I'm your best friend! I would never do something like that to you!"
"I-I'm sorry..." She whimpers softly. Matt has never yelled or got in her face like this and she doesn't like it. He looks down at her, his head tilted slightly, no emotion on his face.
"Matt, please! I'm really sorry!"
"Are you?" he questions her.
She nods quickly, attempting to wipe her tears away. "Yes! Matt, you have to beli-Make it up to me then."
"W-What?"
He gets closer to her, his breath fanning over her face, "I said, make it up to me then." His eyes bore into hers, daring her to tell him no.
"How?"
"Kiss me."
His words make her body warm and cold at the same time. The idea is inviting but she's not sure. Something is telling her to say no.
"How is that going to fi- It fixes everything. You kissing me shows that you love and trust me. You love and trust me right?" he cups her face, stroking her cheeks softly.
She knows his words are true, she does love and trust him, with her life. She looks down, "What about Chris?"
Matt smirks knowing what she's talking about. Both boys have tried making moves on her separately, but she turns them down, afraid she will hurt the others' feelings. "He's a big boy, he'll be fine. We talked about it." Her breath hitches at the information.
"You talked about it?"
What does that mean?
He leans closer to her, trapping her between the lockers even more. "Mhm, we always have. Which one of us would finally be the ones to kiss you on those perfect lips-" He brushes his lips against hers briefly
"-Who would get to taste you." She swallows thickly, now nervous as the craving for his lips becomes stronger
She knew it was wrong to have thoughts about two boys at once, especially them being her best friends. What would everyone think? what would her mother think?
But she couldn't help it. She yearned to feel one of the boys' lips on hers.
She nods along to his words, an unsettling grin making its way across Matt's face. She goes in for the kiss but Matt pulls away, "Nuh uh, not yet." He snickers, enjoying the puzzled look on her face.
"You agreed to kiss me, I never said I wanted it right now."
Her brows inch closer together, "but you-" She's cut off by Matt tapping her face quite hard, almost like he was slapping her.
"I'll be kissing you soon, Don't worry pretty girl."
He walks down the hallway, leaving a flustered and confused Y/n against the lockers.
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IM SO SORRY THIS WAS NOT POSTED WHEN IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE! I HAD WORK AND A BITCH WAS TIRED 😭 IF I DO ANOTHER MUWAP WEEK EVERYTHING WILL BE PREWRITTEN!!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK ABOUT THIS CHPTER!!!
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✯Freshlove for the fit pt. 4✯
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Andy x reader
The reader is pregnant asff and she’s home alone when she goes into labor and the crew races to their house and Andy ends up delivering the babies
adorable and i love andy so much. i can’t believe this is our last season with her
labor
You weren’t even showing any signs of labor this morning, so imagine how surprised she was when you’d given a distress call to the station.
Initially, you’d called your wife’s cell, three times, but she wasn’t answering.
Which meant she was out on a call, and there was no way she’d make it back in time to drive you to the hospital.
She’d texted this morning, like every morning since the two of you had found out about your pregnancy, and told you who would be working front desk. She told you if you needed anything to text or call them.
You were really thankful it was Travis today.
He would get you to the hospital fast and efficiently, as well as crack a few jokes so it wouldn’t feel like a million years away.
You’d called the station, holding your stomach in the worst pain you’d ever felt.
“Travis,” You groaned. “It’s time.”
“Y/n?” Travis frowned. “Oh, wait, it’s time? Like— like baby time? Like that time?”
“Yes!” You cried. “My water broke and i’m having really bad contractions. Come over right now and take me to the hospital.”
“I— okay. What about Andy?” Travis said, putting the phone on speaker as he put his coat on hastily.
“What about her?” You are leaning against the couch. You sit on the ground on your knees, your chest on the couch cushion. “I called. She didn’t answer.”
“Well— let me switch you to my cell.”
The three beeps came as he hung up, but he was fast about callings you back.
“They just finished their call,” Travis said, a car door slamming in the background.
“Okay,” You say breathlessly, enjoying the feeling of comfort before the next contraction starts.
“Do you want to call her?” Travis asks.
“Yeah. Hold on,” You hang up on him, quickly trying your wife again.
“Hello?” Andy answered, a smile evident in her voice.
“Hey— oof,” You get cut off as the next contraction hit you hard. They were getting closer together and more painful. “I’m— I’m in labor, Andy. You need to get here now.”
“Oh, I— I’m on my way, cariño,” Andy nodded. “We need to go to my house right now.”
She told Maya and you could hear the sirens turn back on as the truck accelerated.
“Please don’t get in an accident,” You plead, “Oh my god this hurts like a bitch.”
“Hey, language!” You can hear Jack shout from the background. “What? The baby hears everything.”
“I sure hope not,” Maya jokes, receiving a slap on the arm from Andy.
“Okay, okay,” Andy rolls her eyes. “You called Travis like I told you?”
“Yes, I called him as soon as I called you the first three times,” You cried out in pain. “He says he’ll be here in a minute.”
“I’m sure he broke every traffic violation to get to you, Herrera,” Maya joked again, and she probably wasn’t wrong.
You were the closest to Travis out of everyone on the team (besides Andy), and he’d probably do anything for you.
Andy hears Travis tell you to get up off the ground and helps you onto the couch.
“Here,” Travis puts a pillow under your back to relieve some of your pain.
There’s some silence as he helps you get settled and check for your dilation.
“This isn’t how I wanted this to go,” You complain.
“I know, but we’ll never get you to the hospital in time,” Travis insisted. “You don’t want to have your baby in my car, do you?”
“Travis, talk to me,” Andy demands.
“She’s nine centimeters, Andy,” Travis looks at your phone with concern.
“Do what you have to. We’re two minutes,” Andy lets out a shaky breath.
“Hurry.”
You can all but hear the sirens as the phone hangs up.
“You got this,” Travis insists. “Andy will be here in a second, and you’re going to be a champ about this. I know this isn’t how you wanted this to go, but your baby will be brought into this world with love.”
“I love you, Travis. You know?”
“Mm, tell me some more,” Travis laughs as you grab his hand, all but crushing all the bones.
Travis cries in pain as Andy bursts into your guys’ house.
“Hi, my love,” Andy gives a quick kiss to your head, then immediately goes to the open spot between your legs.
Maya followed in behind Andy, along with Jack.
Then Ben, Dean and Victoria were in the second truck behind them, so it was a full party in the Herrera house.
Victoria stood by Andy’s side in case she needed to tap out, but Andy never did.
“You got this baby,” Andy nodded. Seeing you were crowning, she told you it was time and told you to begin pushing.
It didn’t take long, and it made sense considering how long it took for you to begin labor.
Ben, Jack and Dean had to step out of the house for a few minutes because it was beginning to be too much, and you were beginning to lose your patience with them.
Maya suggested they go get some sandwiches for dinner and ice for you, because they were beginning to run out of ice to smash up for you to serve as ice chips.
Travis, Maya and Victoria never left your side once, and never complained. You loved them for that.
Travis had to give his hand a break at times, so him, Victoria and Maya switched and held your hand.
You cried the whole way through it, and all but broke all three of their hands.
But in the end you and Andy had a beautiful baby girl.
“Well,” You sighed, holding the gorgeous creature in your arms. “I think we’re gonna need a new couch.”
“Decide on a name, idiot,” Travis chuckles.
The two of you hadn’t really even thought about names. You wanted the gender to be a surprise, so you didn’t know where to even begin. And the pregnancy flew by so fast, you didn’t even realize you were so close to your term.
“How about.. Luna?” Andy looked into your daughter’s beautiful brown eyes.
“I love it,” You smile in content. “Luna Pruitt Herrera.”
“Pruitt..?” Andy looked at you in surprise.
You told her you had the perfect middle name a few weeks ago, but never told her what it was. No matter how much she begged.
“It’s perfect,” Andy kisses you on the lips, the two of you admiring your bundle of joy.
The men did eventually get back with sandwiches, and all of you spend the night together.
(After you take a shower, of course)!
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griot - shuri x reader
A/N: LMAO I GOT THIS IDEA IN THE SHOWER AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS SO I DECIDED TO WRITE IT
is the idea dumb? yes. is it gonna flop? maybe. am i still gonna write it? fuck yeah!!
dedicated to @locoforshuri i think ur really cool and i think you might like this so please read it my mutual bb <3
you waddled your way into shuri’s lab. being 4 months pregnant, you became extra clingy than usual and your hormones were all over the place. you figured spending some time with shuri might calm you down a bit.
you walked in and instantly noticed shuri’s frustrated state. you saw the images displayed on the blue screen in front of her, and remembered that this was the project she’d been stressing on a lot lately. it was a security system for the palace. she wanted to reinforce the building as you’d be welcoming a child soon, and wanted to keep it safe so that no harm would ever come to your child.
her muscles were tensed. you slowly walked up to her and covered her eyes with your palms. “guess who?”
“oh, is that riri?”
you swiftly moved your hands from her eyes to slap her on the arm. she giggled and turned around to give you a hug, mindful of your growing baby belly.
“hello, my love. i missed you. and you.” she said, moving down to kiss your baby bump.
“i saw how worked up you looked. wanna take a break and get some ice cream?”
“i’d love to, but i’m almost done with this algorithm. just wait for about half an hour? i promise i’ll be done after that!”
you sighed but nodded. shuri smiled widely and gave you a long, passionate kiss before turning back to her work station. you waddled to one of the couches in the lab and sat down, picking up a magazine on the table next to you to pass time.
after half an hour was up, shuri was almost done with the algorithm, but then accidentally hit the delete button instead of save.
“damnit! griot, can you retrieve the algorithm i just deleted?”
“it appears the recently deleted folder has glitched for some reason. i don’t think i’ll be able to access it.”
“oh for bast’s sake!! i did not design you to be this incompetent!!”
for some reason, hearing shuri yell at griot triggered something in you. you started crying and walked up to shuri, grabbing the end of the table as you tried to stabilise yourself.
“griot, can you hear me?” you sobbed out.
“yes, queen y/n.”
“i’m sorry shuri is being mean to you. she doesn’t mean it. she’s actually really sweet. she’s just a little stressed out right now, with a baby on the way and this thing she’s been working on for so long. i promise she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
shuri was never more confused in her entire life. she knew your mood swings were severe and unpredictable. but this?
what made the situation even weirder is that griot started crying too.
“i do everything panther asks for, and it’s never enough. i know i make mistakes sometimes, but all algorithms glitch!”
the sight was hilarious. just you and griot sobbing together. shuri figured out that there was a bug in her system so she resolved that to make griot stop sobbing.
at first, she didn’t know how to calm you down. but then she realised what she had to do.
“griot.” she cleared her throat.
“yes, panther?” by now griot stopped sobbing and spoke clearly.
“i apologise for my rude behaviour. even though you’re an ai and have no feelings, i must still speak to you nicely. i hope we can move on from this and still work together?”
“of course, panther. no hard feelings.”
you stopped crying after that and wiped your cheeks. you smiled at shuri.
“see, griot? i told you she’s really sweet.”
“what’s sweeter is the ice cream we’re about to have. my lady?” shuri extends her hand and you take it, walking out of the lab together, talking about which flavour of ice cream you’re gonna get and what toppings you’re gonna ask for.
*lil bonus scene cuz you guys deserve it*
when the lab is emptied out, griot plays thot shit by megan thee stallion and quietly sings along.
“i’m a bad bitch”
BAHAHAHAH I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF THE ENTIRE TIME WRITING THIS AND I HOPE I MADE YALL SMILE TOO
#shuri x reader#shuri x black reader#shuri so fine#griot has feelings too#black panther#wakanda forever#i have no regrets this is hilarious#we need more comedic fan fics on this app#my baby deserves to laugh#queen of simps does it again
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