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hiiii i really liked your suguru hoochie fic and i was wondering if you could do one with ony where she’s like a tomboy and she has a smart mouth and fights a lot but when she gets with ony he makes her chill out when she start to act up.

thank youuuuuu🫶🏾

best friend ony x black tomboy reader

warnings: a bit of angst in the beginning? fam issues, reader can throw hands, car sex, angry sex a little, overstimulation, best friends to lovers, a teensy bit of manipulation? if you squint

a/n: hope you enjoyyyyy :33

Second year, first semester. You honestly were starting to get tired of this hell people call college. You were drained, which was weird since you loved what you were there for. Fashion design has been your passion ever since you were a child. It was nothing out of the ordinary for anyone in your family to see you declare that as your major after being admitted to FIT, one of the best fashion schools in New York.

Your parents, comprising a lawyer and the top doctor in the city, fully supported you in pursuing your dreams. They were impressed by your decision to launch your own fashion line, and before you even reached your third year in college, you had already established your own business.

The outcome was much more successful than anticipated, making your first $100k in less than 2 months. However, there are drawbacks to being raised in a traditional Haitian family.

‘Tifi pa mete gwo pantalon konsa.’ Girls don’t wear big pants like that.

‘Buy that skirt. Ou bezwen abiye tankou yon dam.’ You need to dress like a lady.

It was a broken fucking record, and you were tired of hearing it. You would call them out on it, never being one to hold your tongue. Your parents scolded you for that, too, telling you that no one likes a lady who always has someone to say. You swear you would pop a blood vessel if you heard another one of their lectures.

Of course, you never wore the skirts or dresses they would waste their money on for you. Your family’s Christmas gifts would be just that now. You couldn’t help but want to hurl when you saw pastel-colored tops, the shortest skirts you’d ever seen, and dresses that made you shiver in discomfort.

They weren’t ugly. You recognized the beauty in them when other people wore them. But putting them on your body made you visibly uncomfortable. You always felt awkward in them, and you realized that while you loved your parents, you couldn’t change how they viewed things.

So, you moved out. After six months of telling your parents you were leaving. They never believed you. On a warm summer evening, you packed all of your ‘ti gason’ clothes, as they like to call them, and made your way to the high-rise apartment that you paid a deposit on three weeks ago.

You were happy. I mean, you had no reason not to be. Your parents came around to you not being home anymore, your business was doing exceptionally well, and your best friend was taking you out to eat later tonight.

You were happy.

So, why are you leaving room 109 on the verge of tears after being scolded by your Fashion Management professor for missing yet another assignment?

You were at your limit. You weren’t by any means sensitive, always known for being quick on your feet. Usually, when there is a problem, you are the first to fix it. You were smart, having a high 3.9 GPA, and are even on the principal’s honor roll. That didn’t stop you from getting into a few fights here and there.

Now, you were by no means were you the type of bitch always looking for a fight. But the girls at your university were bullies, and unfortunately for them, you don’t take no bullshit. Not from your parents, and certainly not from them.

You should be a MMA fighter with how these women are left twitching after you’re done with them. And you probably should’ve been expelled, but you were one of the school’s head designers. It would look bad on their part if they let you go, which is why you’re still here. Utterly drained, hungry, and twisting your personal locker open.

“Yo!”

You hear a loud shout from behind you. You take a pause from stacking your latest edition of the Vogue magazine, featuring your designs, in the plain navy blue locker. Nah, not me. You really weren’t in the mood today.

“Excuse you, miss. With the big ass pants,” You entirely stop all your movements and take a deep breath in. Not fucking today.

The outfit you wore was cute, you looked adorable. Standing with a basketball jersey shirt you stumbled upon while thrifting a week ago and oversized jeans. Your new blue Balance 550s were free of scratches and fit perfectly with your mid-calf length socks. Your bohemian braids are tucked into a messy updo, and your vintage jewelry completes your look. You were bad, and no amount of bullying from insecure women could ever make you feel different.

You continue ignoring the person. Your best friend of five years, Ony, told you not to get into any more fights. He said you were too bright for that, that they only wanted a reaction out of you. On any other day, you would’ve taken his concerns into consideration. Today was absolutely not one of those days. Today was one of the days where if someone said the wrong thing, you wouldn’t flinch before knocking their head off their shoulders.

To be honest, he should’ve known better; you always had a short temper.

Still, the whiny voice pesters you until they got right within your vicinity. “I know you hear me talking to you,”

Your method of ignoring is futile now; the girl was so close you could smell the cheap Victoria’s Secret perfume she over-sprayed. You were forced to turn to your right and face the culprit, your sharp eyes squinting at the girl.

You notice you’ve never seen her before. She wasn’t drastically shorter than you, maybe an inch or two. Even you knew, though, you could spank her with no problem. She was pretty, but her style was the complete opposite of yours. Her brown skin was well-compensated by the short pleated cream skirt she wore, and the bow-shaped crop top caused you to look twice at her tits.

You would’ve forgotten that she approached you all hostile if she didn’t put her pink glossed lips together to say her following words.

“You fucking with my man?” Didn’t I mention that you have never seen this girl a day in your life? How the fuck were you supposed to know who her man was? You’re stuck in a dilemma, a mind fucking dilemma.

Should you walk away and be the bigger person, or should you indulge in whatever this was and risk listening to what would be your second lecture of the day from Ony? You shiver at the thought alone. You don’t think you can take another earful.

“Y’know what? I don’t even think it was right of me to ask,” Thank you. You internally think you wouldn’t feel bad for fucking up someone’s daughter today.

“Yeah, there’s no way Ony would go for someone like you,”

Silence.

There was an apparent silence among the crowded halls, everyone stopping what they were doing to stare at the two of you. Damn, does no one mind their business?

You weren’t lying earlier. You really didn’t have an issue with people dressing in the opposite way of you. In 2024, you have a fondness for the way humans express themselves through their clothing. What you didn’t like was how girls with the most basic outfits known to man would think they were better than you.

And did this bitch just call Ony her man?

Your anger was rising slowly the more you thought about it, and you were bout ready to strangle this girl.

“Excuse me?”

Your usual sweet tone sounded almost chilly amid the suffocating tension. Everyone around the school knew who you were; being a fashion designer made the public eye fixated on you. Your fights were a natural source of mass attention. That was what all of your 1 million fans on Instagram liked about you, the fact that you never lost.

She had the audacity to keep talking. “Yeah, I mean, look at you. You should dress more like a-”

It’s a shame, really. You really didn’t want to fight today. Your fist went swinging before your mind even processed what was happening. It was a little uncanny how you didn’t let the girl get any punches; it was simply hit after hit. Were you at 7 now? Or maybe it was 10? You couldn’t tell.

This wasn’t because she was weak; it took about two solid punches to the face before she fell down. But you were just so heated. That comment made something snap in the deepest crevices of your bone. There was an intense sobbing from underneath you, and in the corner of your cloudy vision, you saw pecks of blood staining your knuckles.

You didn’t get to finish your assault on the poor girl; in a split second, you felt an arm snatch you up from your stomach. You raise your head from what feels like someone’s shoulder- Why was everything upside down?

You heard a deep mumbling in the midst of the cheers coming from the hallway, something along the lines of “Never fucking listen,”

Ony?

It seems you voiced your thoughts out loud because the 6’3 man responds with a quick, “I don’t wanna hear shit till we get home.”

Your thoughts were jumbled, and you didn’t have a clear head. You were angry. You were an angry black woman, and you had every right to be one. Ony is your best friend, not your father. So, you were stuck trying to figure out just who the fuck was he talking to?

In a hiss, your voice whispers by his diamond stud earring, “Who the fuck- Are you crazy? Fuck ass nigga, put me down!” you start sending harsh slaps on his back, the fabric of his white tee swaying. But he wasn’t budging; not a single hit swayed him.

Your words must have been a source of tension, causing him to finally put you down. The blood rushing from your body into your head makes your vision hazy, and as you look around, you realize you’re in the school parking lot. Alone. Alone with Ony.

He doesn’t let the thought simmer in your brain, not when you’re more concerned about the fact that he has a tatted hand on your throat and just pushed your body to the nearest concrete wall.

“Watch that mouth. You should know better, Y/n.”

His voice is more calm now, though you can hear the underlying irritation. You’re both glaring at each other, your breathing audibly heard amid the empty oversized garage. His grip on your throat is making you feel things, things you shouldn’t be feeling for a best friend.

You were never intimidated by Ony, and he knew it when you continued glaring and uttered, “Get the fuck off of me,” You try grasping at his arm, but he’s quicker than you. Ony doesn’t hesitate to put your arms above your head, the scent of his YSL cologne filling your senses.

Is he- Is he closer than before?

“Nah, you’re not getting out of this one.” He pressed into you harder, and it was getting a little difficult to breathe. His body heat somehow mixed in with yours, creating a heated symphony. You knew it was coming, another scolding. At this point, you were starting to think you’re 9 again.

“What did we talk about yesterday, ma?” His voice goes an octave lower, and you’re almost sure he’s doing this purposefully. You roll your eyes, refusing to let him see the effect he was beginning to have on you. You decide you don’t even want to let him hear your voice.

Ony doesn’t hear a peep out of you, and after 10 seconds, he loses his patience, “You deadass? Don’t make me fuck you up, Y/n.” You feel the hand on your throat squeeze tighter twice as if he’s warning you. Damp are the only words to describe what your panties are experiencing right now.

Still, you keep up your facade. Ony can see right through you, though, you’ve never had someone put you in your place. You’ve never had someone match your energy like he did. It usually never got this bad; Ony never got upset with you after a fight he had to pull you from. A calm talk and a little praise got you to calm your nerves.

This was before you got the fame you have now. Ony thinks, no, he knows, that you’re going to be much bigger than you already are. And he doesn’t want you being held back by some petty fights. He always told you if you ever had a problem, go to him first, and he’ll always handle it.

But you wanted to be stubborn. You weren’t used to someone taking care of you, relieving some weight off of your shoulders. Being the first-born daughter issued a connection with hyper-independence. And all Ony wants to do is engrave in your pretty little head that he’s got you. And he always will. He genuinely cannot understand why you make it so difficult for him.

“I’m not in the mood, Ony. Let me go-” He cuts you off, coming closer to your soft lips.

“I don’t care, Y/n. Talk it out right now, or I swear we’re not leaving this parking lot.” He read you like a book; he knew you were trying to run away from him. To dismiss this and to never bring it up again. He was done doing that, and the attitude you’ve been giving him ended today. He’ll fix it for you by whatever means.

You knew Ony meant his words in the least sexual way possible. Yet, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering, why does he look so good? The thin gold chain you gave him for his birthday last year makes his brown skin stand out. Through your adrenaline haze, you didn’t even notice what he wearing.

It’s sinful. How the outfit you know he barely put thought into putting on makes you want to pounce.

A white tee that alone made your breath stutter with the way his abs pressed through. You could make out the outline, damn. Black sweats that sit so low, the white Polo Ralph Lauren briefs he had on were teasing you.

It wasn’t your first time having these thoughts, but moments with Ony made you think this way often.

When you guys would smoke together, and Ony would feed you the blunts, his eyes would never leave your lips. When he would come over and cook with you, small brushes behind your hips. You would always brush it aside; that wouldn’t be appropriate for a best friend to think. You were just best friends, right?

You’re questioning everything because of this moment. This isn’t what best friends do. Why is his hand squeezing your throat? Why is he pressing his body flush against you?

Most importantly, why aren’t you stopping him? Why is this making you so fucking wet? You know, if you told Ony you were uncomfortable, he would back off in a second. But you weren’t. The only thing making you uncomfortable is the slickness you can feel drip down the fat of your soft thighs.

Your next words leave him stunned, “Well, I guess we’re not leaving then.”

When your words register in Ony’s brain, he moves quickly. Whispering a stern, “Bet.” With a smile on his handsome face. As if he knows something you don’t. After grabbing you by the throat and letting go of your hands, he swiftly moves to his car, an all-black Scat Pack.

This was honestly your fault. The position you were in, your back arching perfectly, and your slobbering pussy receiving the deepest back shots from Ony’s long dick. You were scrambling in his back seat. You’ve already came twice due to his fingers, and his precision in piercing your squishy spot would make you cum again. You weren’t even sure you could.

You tried running away from the pleasure, pleading for him in your shaky voice to just “G-give me a b-break! I can’t-”

It wouldn’t be a punishment if he did, now would it? His hands would only grip the sides of your hips harder at your words; it would probably leave a dent mark. Ony was letting his dick stir up your insides because he needed to teach you a lesson. It seems this is the only way your mouth wouldn’t retort anything to him.

“Not happening, mama. All you needed was some dick, right?” Heavy pants fill the air, and you start seeing smoke fog up his tinted car windows. Ony was honestly losing himself with how tight your pussy was squeezing him. He doesn’t know why the fuck it took him so long to get you like this. It’s all he ever dreams about.

Making you scream out his name, making you cream all over his dick as he makes you take what he knows nobody could ever give you. Fuck, he swears he’s in love with your fat cunt, with you. “Don’t it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

The more he kept talking, the more you felt like you were losing your mind. You didn’t know if he wanted an answer. But you were already gone, high off the pleasure his fast pace was giving you. You had no control over your lips when they parted and screamed, “S-so good, Ony! Oh-fuck. It f-feels so-”

He went faster at your words, and your mouth was dripping with drool as your face pressed firmly against his leather seats. After the fifth attempt at pushing him away, he tied your hands behind your back with the durag he wore. You had nowhere to run. You were forced to take Ony’s mean pumps inside your folds.

He pulls you up by your hair, never stopping his assault on your battered pussy when he whispers, “I know, ma. I always make you feel good, yeah?”

He slithers a hand to your throat and another down to your twitching clit. Rubbing so fast, your squirt was coming out in small streams. Your sinful sobs made his body shake while he was inside you. God, your pussy was so heavenly. So wet and perfect, he never wanted to pull out.

You squirm under him, “So good! Make me- Ouuuu shit- feels so f-fucking good,” Your body was shivering, you didn’t even realize you were coming. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as your stomach clenched so hard it hurt. Your pussy mirroring around his aching thrusts, you were fucking up his seats. He didn’t mind; he just wanted to make you forget everything that happened today.

You thought it was over; you thought he would stop or, at the very least, slow the fuck down. But he never let up on your poor pussy, he just kept feeding you his strokes, and he kept rubbing your puffy clit. “So, why don’t you fucking listen? Don’t you love me?”

The anger he felt earlier was coming back, and you could feel it with the way his fat dick was penetrating you so good, so deep. The tears falling down your cheeks came down ten times harder, your clit couldn’t take anymore. Why was he fucking you like this?

“I do! I- I love you- so much, Ony! I’ll listen- I swear! P-please just-”

Ony could feel his heavy balls twitching as he fucked up into you, he was going to cum. He knew you loved him, but hearing you say it. Saying those words in such an intimate position, he doesn’t think he can hold back anymore. He just wanted to dump his seed past your lower lips.

“Yeah? You’ll listen, t’me?” You nodded so quickly before your brain even registered his words. He was pushing you past your limit, your pussy being so overstimulated that your next orgasm was just seconds away from wetting his seats even more.

“Y-yes- Fuckkk! I’m coming.” That was his only warning before your pussy sprayed all over, and your sticky cream coated his dick. Ony groaned deeply in your ear, the hand on your throat giving one final squeeze before he came so deep you swear it was touching your womb.

There was nothing in the air but heavy breathing. Your body, weak and unable to hold itself, fell back against him when Ony let you go. His following words break the silence,

“I love you too, mama.” You feel your heart squeeze, but he doesn’t stop there. “I’m getting you some food before we get home, and allat’ best friend’ shit is dead, by the way. You’re mine now, okay?”

He presses a chaste kiss to your wet cheeks as you lay against him. It was a trip. He fucked you all crazy like that but then spoke to you in the most gentle tone possible afterward. You couldn’t process it. You can’t do anything but nod, your mind still barely processing what he just did to your body, to you.

What were you upset about again?

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Baby fangs

SUMMARY: Newly turned and without a maker to guide you, you run to the only vampire bar you know in the hopes that one of them would be able to help you. Things don’t go as planned.

PAIRING: Eric Northman x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.1k (oops)

WARNINGS: Angst, fluff, mentions of draining vampires, murder, death, violence. A little bit of Sookie hate (sorry)

REQUEST: Eric comes home and finds you crying, he does his best to comfort you. + his scent calms you down.

NOTES: This is my first time writing for Eric, please be kind.

18+. Minors DNI

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Being the sheriff of area five meant that Eric had to travel for a few days to meet with the sheriffs from the other areas on top of working every night at Fangtasia with Pam. He was a very busy man but that’s exactly how he liked it, although he wasn’t against a few days off especially since he met you. Normally his only down time was during the day while he rested but ever since he had met you, another vampire, he takes nights off to be able to spend time with you. Pam didn’t really understand why he’d want to do that instead of feeding on their customers, but she wasn’t really complaining. With Eric gone, it meant more ladies for her. She even found it refreshing to see her maker with someone other than the insufferable waitress, Bill’s human, Sookie Stackhouse. She never liked the woman and doesn’t think it will ever change. She understands the appeal for her blood, the fairy in her tasted fantastic, but her as a person? Hard pass.

She didn’t like you either, aside from Eric and herself she didn’t like anyone, but she tolerated having you around.

You used to be human, as all vampires once were, and got turned unexpectedly a few nights after the vampires had officially came out of the coffin. You weren’t really shocked to hear about the existence of vampires, truthfully it explained a lot, and you were certainly not joining the war against them. You thought they had as much a right to be around as anybody else. Hell, some of them had been around for hundreds of years. Who were you to say that they weren’t allowed to live a normal vampire life? You supported them and their rights from the get go.

One night as you were walking back to your apartment after working all day, you got attacked by a vampire whose only goal was to turn as many humans as possible, make them join the “right” side. He bit, drained and killed you only to leave you to fend for yourself afterwards.

Your family wasn’t as accepting of vampires as you were, they weren’t accepting at all, and so you knew that going home wasn’t an option. It didn’t matter that you came back to life, to them you were dead. Thankfully, who you become when you turn into a vampire is an amplified version of who you were as a human being and once you got a handle on your hunger you were able to rationalize your situation and you decided to head to Shreveport, Louisiana. You had heard through the grapevine that there was a vampire bar there that was thriving, that had been thriving for years undetected, maybe you could find help amongst them. Maybe you’d be able to find a charitable soul, an older vampire who would be willing to take you under his wing, no pun intended, and show you the ropes.

Little did you know that the vampires who ran Fangtasia, the vampire bar, were not the helpful kind. Eric barely gave you the time of day and Pam laughed in your face before walking away, talking to herself in a language you didn’t understand but you were sure that she wasn’t saying nice things about you. Only Chow Lin, the other owner of the bar, took some pity on you and offered you a job so that you could afford to buy a place and that way you’d be able to feed without having to hunt.

You hated to feed on humans. Never in your life had you done anything that would hurt somebody else. You were the sweet girl that always had something nice to say to everyone, always had the perfect words to make others feel better, you stood up for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves and now you were forced to hurt people to live. Life wasn’t fair.

In the beginning, you tried to keep to yourself as much as possible. You avoided Eric and Pam, if they forgot you were there then they couldn’t think about firing you and honestly they kind of scared you. You got into a simple routine of working all night, going home before the sun rose and sleeping all day before getting up to go back to work. You didn’t know anybody and you made no efforts to try to make friends. Friends were for the living.

Unfortunately for you, your bosses were two of the biggest troublemakers in Louisiana and trouble followed them everywhere. It wasn’t uncommon for other vampires to barge in before the doors were opened and after they were closed. Cleaning up was always difficult when the bosses were in town. Still, you kept to yourself and minded your business.

Until you just couldn’t.

Your discreet nature made it that people usually forgot that you were there or they didn’t notice you altogether, which often worked in your favor.

You had been left alone to clean up and finish the inventory for the night. You were keeping busy in the back room because you knew that Eric was alone in the main room and you didn’t feel like having him watch you. Well, he wasn’t technically alone as he had one of the customers stay with him so that he could feed on her. You were doing a pretty job of focusing on your task at hand instead of thinking about Eric feeding, until crashing noises and a long growl coming from your boss pulled you out of thoughts. You stopped what you were doing and hurried to the door to see what was going on. If your heart had been beating, it would have been pounding out of your chest from the scene in front of you. The girl who Eric had been feeding on was now accompanied by two men who had, somehow, managed to put a few silver chains on the vampire before he could stop them. You were still a baby vampire, as Chow liked to say, but you could recognize a draining kit from miles away and that is exactly what you saw the woman open next to Eric’s burning flesh.

You were mad at yourself for not having heard them coming in. You had enhanced hearing now, you should have heard those chains way before the men even walked into the bar.

You looked around, helpless, hoping for some kind of miracle that you weren’t alone in the bar but of course everybody had left over an hour ago. As you glanced around and thought of a plan, your eyes met Eric’s. You thought he would throw you under the bus so that he could be free, after all you were of no value to him whatsoever, but shockingly he discreetly motioned for you to leave.

You quietly backed up into the room and took off your bartending apron. You grabbed Chow’s wooden baseball bat instead and gripped it tightly, not enough to break it just enough to center yourself.

You couldn’t believe you were about to risk your life for a man that didn’t care about you, but you couldn’t just let them drain him. Your reflexes weren’t great, you were nowhere near as strong as Eric, Pam or Chow but you at least needed to try to do something. Hopefully the element of surprise would be helpful to your, not so, master plan.

You don’t know whether it was the fear of what might happen if you messed up or you finally embracing your vampire being, but you hit them all quick and hard enough for the three of them to be knocked out on the floor before they could alert each other of your presence.

Eric was laying on the ground, his flesh burning under the silver, and somehow found a way to smirk. “You’re improving, but I had the situation under control.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you walked over to him, kneeling next to him to carefully remove all the chains that were on him, burning yourself in the process.

He hissed loudly and his fangs propped out from the pain, and two minutes later it’s as if nothing had even happened, he was completely healed and getting up. “You should have left.” He told you, his tone of voice letting you know that he wasn’t happy, nor grateful, with your intervention.

“I couldn’t just let them drain you.” You shrugged, standing back up now that your hands were healed.

“I had the situation under control.”

“So you’ve said. It sure didn’t look that way from where I was standing.” You muttered to yourself, forgetting that he could hear you perfectly.

“I would have left you.” He said, matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Your tone was harsh, you knew he was only telling the truth but it still stung a little to hear him say that.

“I’m not a good vampire.” He simply answered, as if it explained everything.

“I didn’t know there was such a thing.” You looked away from his deep blue stare, feeling as if he could look right into your soul. If you still had one, you weren’t clear on that.

“You’re a good vampire.” His smirk was back, until the woman on the floor groaned as she began to stir awake.

You were surprised by the compliment, though you weren’t able to comment on it before Eric was fangs deep into the girl’s carotid. Deciding that you had done more than enough for the night, you left Eric to his own idea of revenge and to clean up his own mess for once.

After that night Eric became… curious. He wanted to know more about you. Maybe it was because you hadn’t hesitated to stay and help him when he had clearly given you an out or maybe it was because, unlike most vampires, you didn’t seek his attention. Nevertheless, he grew curious about you. Every night as he sat on his precious throne to overlook the crowd, he couldn’t help but study you from a distance while you worked behind the bar. He hadn’t noticed how dedicated and focused you were while you worked before, it’s definitely a quality he appreciated. He was a hard working man himself, after all.

Pam noticed her maker’s new found interest almost right away and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes every time she caught him staring at you. She comforted herself with the thought that at least you weren’t that damn Sookie Stackhouse. At least you weren’t human.

After a few weeks of him “creeping” from afar, Pam’s words, he decided that he had enough and he started to greet you every time your paths crossed. Which was often since he had memorized your work routine so that he could bump into you as often as possible.

“Good night, baby.” He called after you just as you were getting ready to leave for the day.

You had stopped in your tracks, arching your brow as you turned around. “Excuse me? I’m not your baby.”

He chuckled, then smiled. “I never said anything about you being mine. Although I wouldn’t say no to that. I was calling you baby, because you’re a baby vamp. That’s all.”

“Oh.” If you had still been human you’re sure your cheeks would have heated up from embarrassment. You decided to ignore his odd flirting as you apologized. “I’m sorry. Good night.” You didn’t give him time to add anything else as you left quickly to avoid another awkward moment with your boss and sheriff.

He kept using the pet name every time he talked to you, though you had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact that you were a new vampire, he simply used that as an excuse. You tried to resist his charm but it was hard when someone as gorgeous as him smiled at you in the most charming way each time your eyes met.

Eric would only admit it if he was being silvered, but he had grown fond of you. You were so very different from all the vampires he had met in his lifetime, hundreds of years of meeting vampires and he had never come across one that was as kind and good hearted as you. It should have disgusted him but for some odd reason it did the opposite.

One of the rules at Fangtasia was that vampires weren’t allowed to glamor anyone to feed. It was more than a rule actually, it was the law for all vampire/human establishments and if the owners didn’t enforce the law and got caught they would get shut down. Pam, Chow and Eric all had worked too hard to lose their bar over something so stupid so they always made sure that it was respected.

You had caught vampires more than once as they tried to get away with it and so far none of them had been a problem. Once they got caught they simply stopped and moved on. It was a part of your job to keep an eye on the human customers to make sure they were safe, you had been human yourself not so long ago so it was very easy for you to read their emotions and facial expressions. You could tell just from their body language whether you needed to intervene or not.

A few weeks after the silver incident, that’s what you were calling it in your head, you were a little more alert than you had been before and though sometimes you felt like you were trying too hard to find a problem with some of the customers, there was one vampire that had all of your attention. Something didn’t feel right with him, he was trying too hard to seem nice and sweet. His whole vibe was off and it made you keep a closer eye on him. It took less than an hour for you to catch him trying to glamor some poor man sitting down at the bar. You didn’t hesitate before grabbing a cocktail menu and slamming it as hard as you could on the bar top to break both their trances.

“Anyone fancy a drink?” You offered as innocently as you could.

As soon as they broke eye contact, the human left running while the vampire glared at you. “Stupid bitch.” He hissed at you through clenched teeth.

“Excuse you?!” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring back at him.

“Stupid bi-“ He started to repeat, louder this time, before he got his face slammed nose first on the countertop.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I rip your fangs out.” Eric growled as he held the vampire’s head down. “This is my bar and you will respect my rules, and my staff.” He pressed down until he heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking. “I don’t hear you agreeing.” He said with a low, threatening voice.

You were shocked. You had never seen Eric this angry, not even when he got attacked by drainers. You had to admit that you were glad he got involved because you had a feeling the vampire was not the kind to let things go, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had jumped over the bar to fight you.

The vampire nodded as best as he could with his face pressed up like it was, and only then did Eric let him go. Your boss was taller than anyone you had ever seen in your life, vampire or not, it was easy for him to be intimidating.

Chow did his part by kicking him out of the bar and you did yours by wiping the blood off from the counter.

“Thank you.” You said quietly to Eric as you wiped, you didn’t have to speak louder, you knew he’d heard you.

He simply nodded once to let you know he had indeed heard you before going back to his seat in the middle of the room. Once he was seated again, everything went back to normal and everyone danced and drank like nothing ever happened.

You only saw Eric again after the bar had closed down and you were cleaning everything up to go home before dusk. He walked by you on his way out, only stopping to warn you to be careful.

“Be aware of your surroundings on your way home. Vampires aren’t known for their good tempers.” Then he turned his eyes to Chow. “Are you good here? I have something to do.”

Chow nodded, signaling that he had everything under control and in the blink of an eye, Eric was gone. Unknowingly leaving you terrified to go home. You might be an enhanced individual now, but you were very young and it would be easy for any older vampire to overpower you in any kind of situation.

You did as you were told, staying hyper aware of your surroundings on your way home. You felt so much anxiety that you almost felt human again. Weak and vulnerable to the creatures that lurk in the dark, as if you weren’t one of them. You were relieved once you got to your apartment building, until you got to your apartment door.

The lock had been forced and the door kicked in. You would have been furious if you weren’t so scared.

You closed your eyes for a millisecond, just to give yourself enough courage and then you walked in. Your fangs were out and fists were closed at your sides, ready to defend yourself against anyone, or anything, that had broken into your home.

You jumped out of your skin when the lights turned on and you found Eric sitting at your kitchen table with an amused smirk on his lips.

“What the hell?” You ask, annoyed with your boss as you finally allowed yourself to relax.

“I like to be dramatic.” He shrugged. “Put those baby fangs away, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

You glared at him but did as he told you anyway. “Did you need to kick in my door?”

“I did, actually. Now that you’re getting into fights with other vampires I wanted to see if you could protect yourself. Clearly you can’t.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “Ordinary locks on your door that wouldn’t even keep a human out, not a single weapon in the apartment. You’re barely protecting yourself from sunlight.” He jerked a thumb to the closet behind him. “Your windows have cardboards and a flimsy sheet on them, and you sleep in a closet.”

You were beyond embarrassed as Eric listed all the things you were doing wrong, you couldn’t help but get defensive. “Well we don’t all have a fortune, not everyone can afford a coffin and light tight houses.” You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, frowning harder and harder with every word.

Eric rose to his feet and took a few steps toward you, until he was close enough to grab your chin between his index finger and his thumb to make you look up at him. “Put the claws away, sweetheart. Where is your maker? Why aren’t they taking care of you?”

You shrugged as you looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Simply that I don’t know who my maker is, or where they are.”

Eric swore under his breath and let go of your chin. “Go grab your things, you’re coming with me until we find you somewhere better.”

You tried to tell him no, to explain that you’re fine on your own but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak Eric glared at you until you closed your mouth and did exactly as you were told.

Though his house was beautiful, what really impressed you is how secure it was for vampires. You had a pretty good idea of how protected it would be, Eric wasn’t born yesterday after all, but you never could have imagined that.

All rooms could turn light tight with the push of a single button, his front door was heavier than a car; making it impossible to just kick it in, but most importantly the rooms were underground. You didn’t need a coffin when you were six feet under, protected by tons of cement and no windows to let the sun in. For the first time since you were turned, you’d be able to sleep in a bed. A real bed.

By the time you got to his home, it was time to hide for the day until it was safe for you to go back upstairs.

As soon as the sun disappeared for the night, Eric woke you up and asked you about your maker again. You told him what you remembered from the night you were turned; you got attacked on your way home from work and whoever did it turned you and left you to fend for yourself.

Eric was furious. New vampires need their makers, it was just plain cruel to leave a new vampire to their own devices.

From that moment on, he promised to take you under his wing and teach you everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure why he was helping you, but you weren’t about to question it. It felt good to have someone to talk to, to have someone take care of you.

Eric only grew more protective over you as time went by. It took only a few months for him to fall in love with you. He had never meant someone like you before, especially not vampires. Most people become darker versions of themselves once they turn, but not you. You still had a good heart and you were as kind as anyone could ever ask for. You amazed him, he was completely wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it. It drove him crazy.

Pam knew of Eric’s feelings for you, of course. He couldn’t hide anything from her, even if he tried to. She was annoyed that he had fallen for yet another good girl, but at least you she could tolerate; unlike that Stackhouse girl. She didn’t get involved, kept her mouth shut; not by choice but because she had been commanded to by Eric. He was working so hard to show you that he could be good, that he could be worthy of you, he didn’t need Pam ruining all of his efforts with one of her sly comments.

When Eric finally asked you out on a date, you honestly thought he was joking. You laughed, hard. You were 100% sure that he was teasing you, he had been flirting with you on most days but you took it with a grain of salt. That’s just who Eric was, a charmer. The vulnerable look in his eyes stopped you dead in your tracks and you suddenly felt like a horrible person for laughing so hard.

“I’d love to.” You said before you gave yourself a moment to really think about it.

Vampires couldn’t really go out to eat at a restaurant, so instead Eric gave you the night off from the bar and took you for a walk outside. You had been spending a lot of time together since he broke into your apartment, he had been teaching you everything you needed to know about being a vampire; taking a walk together wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable as you had plenty of things to talk about. One thing you loved about your friendship with the blonde viking is that there was never a dull moment or a lull in the conversation.

That was the first of many successful dates.

You were the first person Eric took on a date in all his years of living and being undead. He usually only seduced whoever he was fancying at the time, got them down and dirty and then moved along to the next person that would pique his curiosity.

You were different, he couldn’t explain to you why but he felt like he needed to treat you right. You were the queen to the king that he never really got a chance to be.

It didn’t take long before everyone knew you were his and that whoever would be crazy enough to lay a finger on you would be done, but not before suffering for hours and even days. He wanted to make sure that whenever he had to leave town for his sheriff duties, no one would try to mess with you.

He usually never left for longer than a few days at a time, but 6 months after you started dating he had to leave for a full 3 weeks. Which was the longest you had to go without seeing each other since the day you walked into Fangtasia. You weren’t feeling too good about it, not because you didn’t trust Eric or you feared something might happen to him; though the thought always stayed at the back of your head because it was still a possibility. With all of his trips out of town, you had come to the conclusion that without Eric by your side you were truly, and terrifyingly so, alone. The longest you two had been apart was 5 days, and once the one week mark passed on his latest work trip the feeling of loneliness truly settled.

You could call him, he had said over and over that you could but you didn’t. He’s incredibly busy on these trips and you never want him to waste time on you. Though, he’d definitely be mad if he heard you talk this way about yourself.

Your mood got worse with every day that passed, and things took a darker turn a week before Eric was planning to come home.

He could feel your mood getting worse, he had drunk some of your blood right before leaving so that he could know that you were ok. You had so much sadness in your heart that it broke his. All he wanted to do was come home and hold you but he couldn’t, and it was killing him.

When there was only a week left of his trip, he could tell that something was wrong with you. It went beyond just being sad or lonely; you were hurt. He couldn’t ignore it anymore. He simply faked a vampire emergency back home and left as quickly as he could. He tried to call you several times but you never picked up the phone, and of course no one answered at Fangtasia either. To say he was in a foul mood would have been the understatement of the year.

His instincts told him to go straight home, so that’s what he did. He barely even took the time to lock the door behind himself or drop his bags on the floor before he started looking for you. It wasn’t hard really, he just had to listen. The water was running, which meant you were in the shower upstairs.

It took him only a few seconds before he was in the bathroom and taking his clothes and shoes off to join you.

You were sitting on the shower floor, crying quietly as the water washed away your bloody tears down the drain. Your back was against the wall and you were holding your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as tiny as possible. Almost as if you were trying to disappear.

Eric sat next to you and took you in his arms in record times, sitting you down on his lap as he sat back against the wall. “Lover, what’s wrong?” He frowned as he looked you over, trying to find any hint as to why you were so miserable.

“Nothing.” You sniffled and hid your face in his neck. “It’s stupid.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Tell me.” He kissed your forehead and made you look back up to him. “Who do I need to kill for making my sweet love cry?”

You shook your head. “It was just a really bad day.” You sighed and looked down at his collarbone, you couldn’t tell him what happened while looking in his eyes. “Sookie and Bill came at the bar, they made some stupid comment that the only reason you’re even interested in me is because they are together, otherwise you’d be all over Sookie.” You bit your lower lip before continuing. “And I told Pam and she said that it was probably true. It reminded me that without you I’m just alone.” Your tears were falling more rapidly, covering the white floor in red. “I went to go see my family, because I missed them and I was hoping they would be happy to see me.” You sobbed quietly. “They weren’t. They hate me. They said that their daughter died and that I am just a monster that looks like her.”

Eric was so incredibly angry. Why was anyone going out of their way to hurt you? You were so incredibly kind and nice to everyone, you didn’t deserve to feel badly about yourself. He moved his head down until your eyes met and he smiled at you. “Sookie, Bill and Pam don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. Do you know the last time I was living with a girlfriend? There isn’t a last time because you are the first person I moved in with and my first girlfriend. And the last. I don’t even like the word girlfriend. You are so much more than that ridiculous name. You are my love. I don’t care about Sookie Stackhouse.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have friends either, as I’m sure you could tell.” He smiled playfully at you. “I have you.”

“And Pam.” You reminded him, quietly as your tears started to slow down.

“Pam is my progeny, our bond is different. I hate seeing you like this, I wish I could take your pain away.” He sighed as he saw the hurt in your eyes. “If it’s any consolation, you have me. I’m not going anywhere. I have been on this earth for hundreds of years and I plan on sticking around for a few hundreds more. I am yours, and yours only.”

“You promise?” You whispered.

“I promise, lover.” He whispered back before pressing his lips to yours in a loving kiss. He was being even more loving and attentive than usual, feeling you needed it more than ever. “Are you mine?” He asked with a smirk, as you hid your face into his neck again because of the devilish look in his eyes. His confidence always intimidated you, especially while you’re naked and vulnerable in his arms.

“Yes.” You answered before breathing in his scent, and your body relaxed as soon as you did.

“Promise?” He kissed your temple, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Promise.”

Maybe having only Eric in your life wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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once you go x black!reader you can’t go back

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~Vacation with pope

~After begging pope to get away from the small island to clear your minds and get away from all the drama he finally agreed. saving up money to book a flight you guys finally went on your trip. From going to the beach, canoe riding early in the morning to going on a helicopter ride one of the local citizens rented for you guys. you guys were not ready to leave after bonding and spending so much time together.

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THINKING ABOUT…

42! Miles having to learn to drive from Uncle Aaron in their free time because Rio is too busy to teach him and he can’t learn any other way…

“If I say stop, you stop. understood?” Aaron reiterated for the fifth time. Miles nodded with a roll of his eyes, trying his best to not show how eager (and nervous) he was to be behind the wheel.

“Aight you’re goin’ to SLOWLY pull up here and make a right turn, S L O W L Y” Aaron said, checking for the seventh time to make sure he was buckled in.

Miles smiled, lightly pressing the gas to move the car forward.

He followed the correct protocols, making sure to stop at the stop sign, turn his signal on, look for cars, then swiftly (not so smoothly) turned his wheel to make the right turn. However instead of pressing the break to ease into the turn, he accidentally hit the gas making the car fly around the corner.

Aaron grabbed the handle above him, exasperatedly using his other hand to hold onto the dash in front of him. “STOP.” Miles winced, hitting the break harshly causing the car to jolt. They both rocked forward, the air falling into small awkward silence.

Aaron turned to miles aggressively, staring at him with a look of bewilderment “DAMN NIGGA I SAID SLOW.”

©axeoverblade

This has been on my mind non stop 😭🫶

Uncle Aaron and Miles:

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[main masterlist]

sᴍᴜᴛ= ☆ fluff= ♡ angst= ✦

John B

dating john b

JJ Maybank

look don’t touch

run away

dating jj maybank

sleepover with jj

Pope Heyward

pope as your boyfriend

vacation with pope

Rafe Cameron

dating rafe cameron

suprize puzzle

#masterlist #obx fanfiction

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Run away.

materialist!

jj maybank x blackreader

summary: after having a fight with toxic parents y/n decides it’s best to run away, while walking alone in the dark a bright light appears from behind her.

(sorry for any mistakes)

TW!; toxic parents, arguing, cussing at parent, running away.

staring out at the dark ocean as i lay on my bed in boredom , waiting for my mom to get done cooking dinner.

i taking a deep breath trying to decide if i want to go into the kitchen or not knowing my mood would worsen at the sight of my parents. but before i could make up my mind i hear my mom yell that dinner is ready.

huffing as i slowly lift myself off of the bed i then slip on my house shoes and began walking into the kitchen hopeing i could eat fast enough to avoid having a conversation with them.

“what were you doing in there?” my dad ask as i reach the kitchen while sitting at the table eating his food. i sigh softly before answering “i was laying down” i say while sitting down at the table in front of my plate.

as i pick up my fork to begin eating i see my mom roll her eye while eating “of course you were” she mumbles while taking a sip of her water. rolling my eyes i then begin to start eating.

“your so lazy all you ever do is lay around on your ass and hang out with the kids all day, you need to grown the fuck up” my dad says harshly while glaring at me.

i look up at him returning the same glare as my face scrunches up in annoyance “how am i lazy? if i clean up i’m getting yelled at for “touching your stuff” and if i don’t do anything i’m also getting yelled at” i ask while putting quotation marks in the air. as stare at him straight in his eyes.

“your so fucking disrespectful always talking to us like you have to common sense” my mom says as she also stops eating to glare at me.

i look at her in confusion before replying “what more do you want from me? i do everything i can to make you guys happy and all you ever do is nag and complain” i say while tapping my hand on the table as i feel myself getting overwhelmed and angry.

feeling the need to get the weight off my chest i say you “you guys barely work and dad all you ever do is sit on your ass and drink beer all day instead of getting a fucking job, and mom your so stuck up in between dads ass you can’t even stick up for yourself, why have a child if you don’t even know how to treat them” i yell as i feel my legs and hands shake in adrenaline whilst tears fill my angered eyes.

before they could even open there mouths to say anything else i harshly get up from my seat “i hate you guys as parents and you should feel sorry for yourselves” i say before walking into my room as i begin letting hot tears onto my cheeks.

slowly sitting on the floor by my bed as i cry hard into my arms i feel my chest tighten and my throat close up and it feels like i’m being suffocated but i can’t stop the tears from falling.

after sitting on the floor for a while i then decided it’s best for me to just runaway scared of what my parents would do when they see me again outside of my room.

slowly picking myself up i then go into my closet and get out a big backpack and begin packing most of my clothes, two pairs of shoes and my toothbrush and toothpaste.

after i finish packing i then change into some jean shorts, black zip up hoodie and a black tank top with my dirty converse shoes. after getting dressed i then put my curly hair into a ponytail before getting my phone and looking for all of my money that i have and put it in my bag.

picking up the slight heavy backpack i then take a deep breath and put on my hood before climbing out of my window.

quietly i shut the window before walking away from the house in a fast pace before breaking out into a run to get away from the house fast as possible.

once i got far enough i then stop running having no clue as to where i was gonna go. feeling a large weight on my body i then feel the tears burn my eyes.

thinking about all of the bad times i’ve had with my parents i began to cry harder as i still continue to walk.

gripping onto the traps of the backpack i then look down at the blurry road as i cry.

taking a deep breath as i try to calm myself as i feel my head begin to hurt taking the sleeves of my hoodie i wipe my face to get rid of the tears and so i could see clearly.

once i could finally see i then noticed a bright light behind me continuing to walk faster as i feel my heart race faster in anxiety of it being my parents in the car behind me.

keeping the same fast pace i then look over my shoulder seeing the shape a van slowly stopping i then turn fully around before squinting my eyes to get a better look at the vehicle.

i sigh in relief as i see john b’s twinkie i told my head in confusion as to why they was driving behind me slowly without saying anything.

before i could walk up to the van the door slides open revealing kie and jj in the back and john b in the drivers seat. “y/n what are you doing out here?” kie asks as in worry, before i could answer jj gets out and walks over quickly bringing me into a tight hug.

i close my eyes in exhaustion as i hug him back leaning my head against his chest. breaking the hug i then look over to kie before saying a short “i ran away” as the three of them look at me in worry.

“ what happened? are you ok?” jj asks in a panicky tone looking down at the road i then shake my head slightly while mumbling “i’m fine” before taking a deep breath and sighing.

“get in, you can stay at the chateau with me and jj” john b says while looking at me with sympathy. without hesitation i get in the twinkie as jj follows behind.

sitting down i then take off the heavy backpack as i start to feel more comfortable with all the extra weight on me. “thank you jb ” i say to john b softly as i feel myself get tired. “always” he says shortly as he can sense my tiredness.

i lift my head slightly looking up at jj as i feel him pull me to sit in between his legs as we sat on the floor of the twinkie.

i place my head on his chest as i curl my knees slightly into my chest beginning to feel the sleepiness slip over me.

“go to sleep, i love you” jj whispers into my ear as he cradles my body in his arms tightly rocking side to side to put me to sleep. nodding my head i then whisper “i love you more” as i fall into a deep sleep.

#obx fanfiction #dating jj maybank #jj maybank x black!reader #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank

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Announcement!!

Guysss i just made a request box so please be free to give me some ideas or any suggestions you may have!!

also, just to let you guys know i’ve never written a smut or an really angsty type of fic before so if u would like one please give me time to get used to writing in that genre. But i will try my best to make it enjoyable as possible!!.

#announcement #obx fanfiction #fiction

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Surprised puzzle

rafe cameron x y/n routledge

a/n: i got this idea from going on an 2 hour tiktok watch on pregnant women and gave myself baby fever lol😂

a/n: all of the characters get along meaning there’s no gold and rafe and the pouge’s are all friends.

summary: after finding out you we’re pregnant you decide to plan a surprise for your friends

sitting on the couch in the chateau i began thinking of when to tell everyone the good news or surprise i should say.

looking at the time on my phone i then look around to see what everyone else is doing jj, sarah and john b is sitting outside in the hammocks while smoking a j and pope and kie and rafe is jus talking about god knows what.

going into my room i then get out the custom made puzzle i had made, walking back into the sunroom i then sit the puzzle box on a table.

before sitting back down i then walk outside to tell the guys to come in “ guys can u come in for a sec i wanna put a puzzle together” i say while walking up to them.

jj looks at me with a bored puzzle as in a way of him saying “that shit is childish” but i could care less on what he thinks. looking at Sarah and john b get up as they start walking inside without having to beg them.

sighing i then look back at jj who is still laying down on the hammock i then walk closer to him and flips it over as he falls out hard on the group with a loud thump noise.

“y/n what the fuck” he says loudly while groaning as he gets up “jj i want to put a puzzle together so come inside” i say while walking back inside not even waiting to hear what he has to say.

“i hate it here” jj says while mumbling but still walks inside not wanting to get hurt even more.

“guys don’t start the puzzle yet i have to go get the rest of the guys” i tell john b and sarah while walking to where the rest of the group is.

walking up to rafe i then rub his back softly letting him know i was behind him “guys can you come put the puzzle together with the rest of us” i ask while looking at rafe get up with out a complaint

“yea sure” pope says while walking into the sun room, looking over to rafe i then give him a quick peck before grabbing his hand and leading im to meet the guys.

“ok u guys can start now” i tell them while sitting down “ why aren’t you helping y/n?” john b asks while putting a piece together.

“i didn’t want to play i wanted to see you guys do it” i reply as him and jj look at me with a blank face. “whatttt it should be fun, cheer up” i tell them while giggling as they just continue putting pieces together.

sitting nervously i look at rafe from the corner of my eye as he stares at the puzzle while the rest of them put it together “wait…” sarah says while pausing her movements before looking back at me with a shocked face.

looking back at her with a small smile she the looks back at everyone else as she waits for them to finish putting the puzzle together

in a short amount of time all you could here was a bunch of “no way’s” “omg’s” “oh shit’s” as they get closer to being done with the puzzle.

looking back at rafe as he still looks confused at the puzzle i then put my hand on his thigh telling him “ turn the puzzle towards you and finish it” as he does what’s told.

all of the pouge’s stare at the puzzle as it reveals a “i’m pregnant” with an arrow pointing in my direction.

“OMGGGG IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE” john b yells in excitement as everyone else started yelling with tears in their eyes.

smiling brightly i look back at rafe as he stares at me with tears and a shocked face “baby are you for real? i’m gonna be a dad?” he asks while holding my face in his shaky hands as he cry’s softly.

starring back at him as i shake my head in agreement, before i could answer i’m brought into a bone crushing hug as rafe cry’s in my shoulder.

breaking the hug he then kisses me softly before pulling away before yelling “ i’m gonna be a dad” as everyone cheers and celebrates.

#obx fanfiction #outer banks imagine #rafe x black!reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #fanfic #black y/n

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SPOOKY SZN — 1. BARRY OBX

7. “Fuck candy corn” from this prompt list here

WARNINGS: Language, candy corn slander lmao, dark childhood stories, murder, mentions of gore? Not overly descriptive but enough to imagine? & mentions of c*ncer. I think that’s about it!

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Down here in the outerbanks for fall season was comfortable and only required a light jacket during the day or at least when the sun began to set. Yesterday you had the day off from the souvenir shop your mom and uncle owned down in the tourist section of the island but had to come in earlier today since one of your co-workers, Savannah called out. You were just waiting for the day your uncle fired her ass but it seemed unlikely since he was screwing her dad :)

Yesterday you enjoyed your day off venturing off to buy some decor for your camper and a few items for Barry’s house, unexpectedly. Shopping and getting your nails done was part of your self care routine so you popped into Barry’s house late one afternoon, dropping off a bag while he was working at the pawn shop.

It was 7:30pm when your uncle decided to let you leave early and that he would punch you out when he closed the shop for the night. It was a slow night as it usually was as many people didn’t come down here to vacation much in the fall season, if they did it was rare. You did everything necessary around the store and still had two hours to go with nothing left to do and your uncle could see you contemplating slamming your head against one of the registers so he granted you the green light to leave.

You gave him a squeeze and kiss on the cheek before you scrambled to the back to get your things and sent Barry a quick text before leaving the shop. The streetlights were on as you made your way down the cobblestone sidewalk, your eyes set on your phone (a bad habit) as you checked social media and waited for Barry to text back that he was okay with your selection of dinner. Half an hour later you made your way to Barry’s putting your car in park as you saw the dark haired boy sitting in a chair waiting on you.

“Hey, bear.” You made your way over to him holding a plastic bag full of your dinner from your favorite spot.

He got to his feet to meet you halfway, reaching for the bag and pecking your lips. “Let’s eat inside, the fucken ‘squitoes are killing me out here.”

“Yet you’re sitting out here while they’re feasting on you.” You teased while Barry scoffed, making his way over to the steps.

He glanced over at you from his shoulder, “yeah something inside gave me the bubble guts so I came out here to get away from it.” He held the door open with his foot for you.

You stopped mid-step and shifted your eyes towards the dim lighting of the house, “don’t tell me you left another dead animal in there for me to see.”

“That was an accident.” Barry explained, “and nah it ain’t nothing I did. It’s something you did.”

Folding your arms and slowly moved up the steps. If it’s anything you did then it can’t be too bad compared to Barry’s ways. Inside the house you went, the living room still looked the same so you went to the right down the narrow hallway towards the kitchen. It was not as messy as yesterday so that was a plus as you sat down at the circular table in the middle of the kitchen. Barry tossed the bag of food on the table as he walked to the fridge to find your two favorite beverages.

You kicked off your shoes and shrugged off your plaid wool coat and reached for the bag to pull own your food. You took your styrofoam box and slid the aluminum wrapped burger and side carton of hush puppies to where Barry normally sat. He plopped down across from you and cracked open your can of brisk tea for you while you held your hand out for the can.

His eyes went into slits as he zeroed in on something.

“What?”

“Y/N, what is that?”

You motioned for him to give you the tea as you replied, “what is what Barry? My hand tatt? I’m thirsty c’mon.”

Barry didn’t budge and specifically pointed at what he glaring at, “your nails. Why would you do some shit like that?”

You glanced down at your nails and laughed a little to yourself. You must have forgotten to send barry a picture of your nails the other day so you modeled them for him in that moment. Barry shook his head and placed his elbows on the table as you stood up slightly to snatch the drink from him and sit back down.

“It’s spooky season, bear. I was fitting the theme, why are you so pressed?” You sipped at your drink and opened your box of food.

Barry sucked his teeth, “you’re disrespecting me lately y/n, it’s this damn season. And normally I’m all for it, better than shitty ass Christmas that’s for sure.”

“How?” You bit into your shrimp po-boy. If this man was about to get his feelings out then you were at least going to enjoy your dinner while he did so.

Barry raised his brows and pointed behind him at a bag he had tossed in the sink? “You left some stuff here yesterday no? Why when I go to look in there I see some cool stuff until I see you got me some candy corn lights? What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

“So you liked the other items?”

Barry blinked, “yeah yeah but I’m not talking ‘bout that I’m talking about the lights.”

“Well…you hang them up.”

“Yeah no shit, babe! But why you ain’t take that to your spot? You couldn’t of brought me some better lights than that?” Barry demanded as he aggressively ripped off the wrapper to his burger.

You finished chewing and tapped on your chest to let out a burp before answering, “what’s the issue with candy corn, Barry?”

“Not only that but you go and get your nails done in the shape of candy corn and designed like that? It’s ugly.”

“I got a spider web on on one of them.” You glanced at your nails, you were happy with them so that’s all that mattered but in this relationship you were always open with each other even if you didn’t ask for opinions much.

“Still ugly.”

“Wow, you sure suck at giving compliments.” You tossed a plastic fork at him, “I do the honor of buying a few decorations to spruce this place up since you don’t give a damn about any other holiday and yet you’re here talking shit to my face? These are the things I get?” You were calm and not really pissed, just curious as to why he was taking this to heart?

Barry always spoke as if he was on the defense and you understood why but this felt like a whole other problem.

“Fuck candy corn.” Barry hissed, his mouth full of hush puppies now.

You laughed, “fine. I’ll take the lights back to my house and exchange them for the pumpkin garland just to make the pissy manbun man happy, okay?”

Barry pointed his fork at you, “hey, I ain’t call you no names. I’m just expressing myself like you always use as an excuse to do whatever you want.”

You sighed as you reached to place your hand on top of Barry’s who continued eating his food, his eyes not meeting yours. “Bear, obviously you’re triggered by candy corn so why don’t you tell me how it makes you feel.”

But you couldn’t keep a straight face as a laugh bubbled in your throat. Barry snatched his hand back from underneath yours and picked up the 2 liter Mountain Dew to wash down his food.

“Since you find this so funny, let me tell you something, y/n. You know i’m originally from Florida right? My grandma Polly always came from West Virginia around this time to get me and my big sister, Cymbeline and she always returned us back to my mom weeks before Christmas. I met my great-aunt for the first time that I could remember this time around, mind you I’m like 9. I already didn’t like this lady because she wore too much fragrance it would knock me out more than her breath, which always smelled like sardines and she had a fake eye.” Barry began to explain.

You tilted your head to the side, “why do you have to bully the lady for her fake eye?”

Barry shushed you and you let it slide this time, “want to know why or so she claimed she got that fake eye? It’s because of the candy corn man.”

“Barry…that’s not a real thing.”

“Fuck if I know! I was living in West Virginia and I’ve seen some shit out there, they’re a different breed and that says a lot since I lived in Florida until I was good seventeen. Yet some things have some sort of tie to it one way or another. I believe that.” Barry kept his eyes on you so that you knew this was serious talk now.

You nodded your head in understanding.

“This aunt told my sister and I that she lost her eye at seventeen because she chewed up some candy corn and spit it on this man’s grave one night, instead of leaving it on his headstone like people commonly did in the west V.”

You frowned, “your great-aunt is one disrespectful ass bitch, I’m sorry. Why would she do that?”

“‘Cause she was mean!” Barry yelled, “grandma says she’s always been mean since they were kids. She was probably trying to show off in front of her boyfriend and it came back to bite her in the ass. It only took minutes for her to realize she had fallen over face first onto the headstone but she said it felt like she had been shoved. She heard something behind her but felt paralyzed as she lay there. She thought she was having a heart attack until her eye was ripped from its socket.”

You put the remains of your French fries down and scoffed, “oh bullshit!”

“I’m not lying to you, I don’t ever have to do that. She said her boyfriend was found murdered when the authorities got to them early that morning and she was barely responsive. My aunt said she thought she was dead and never experienced a pain like that before. My grandma wouldn’t even talk about it when my sister confronted her when she got off work that night. Grandma Polly looked horrified and kicked my aunt out.” Barry announced.

You folded your arms as you sat back in the chair, “and what else happened?”

“If there wasn’t any truth to this why did I wake up in the middle of the night, to find my grandma, standing over me to put some candy corn over my eyes instead of under my pillow like my great-aunt told us to do before she left?” Barry replied.

You exhaled at this. This made sense why Barry was so triggered but it could have easily been his grandma Polly and his great-aunt playing a prank on him and his sister. You never had the chance to meet his sister Cymbeline since passed at sixteen from cancer…so you couldn’t ask her if there was some truth to this. In fact it could be Barry just trying to scare you, after all he did enjoy Halloween much more than you did.

“It’s plastic candy corn, that man can’t hurt you.” You breathed after some moments.

Barry laughed humorlessly, “trust me, that don’t matter. I don’t want it around me, real or fake.”

“Is this only a west V tale because I’ve never heard it here all my life?”

Barry shrugged, “dunno but it’s still fuck candy corn around these parts.”

Sighing you got up to plop down into Barry’s lap, “I’ll get rid of it but I can’t promise you about my nails. I paid a good penny for this set.”

“Don’t you change them like every other month?”

“Don’t push it, bear. I already said I’ll get rid of the lights for my triggered man.” You pecked his lips which he mumbled at the slight insult, while squeezing your waist and shoving a hush puppy into your mouth.

You spent another two hours at Barry’s place and he tried to convince you to stay but you told him it was his turn to stay at yours. Unfortunately he wouldn’t be coming back to yours since had a early deal he needed to take care of but promised he would some time this week.

“Text me when you get home, y/n.” Barry leaned in your car window to stroke your chin before stepping back.

You winked, glancing at the lights sitting in your passenger seat, “Will do, candy corn man.”

Barry flipped you off as you kissed your lips at him and began to reverse from the lot. As you made it home to your camper, you did your night routine and went to your room sliding the door closed before collapsing on your bed.

Curiosity of course got the best of you as you began browsing google in search of this, “candy corn man,” but before you could dive into any articles you found yourself dosing off with your phone still in your hand.

Out towards the front of your camper sat the candy corn lights on the couch that you left there, tangled together and faintly some static sounded as they flicked on.

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A/N: I’m strongly considering writing background headcanons for most of the characters on obx…if that’ll interest anybody? I seemed to have it figured out? I’m dedicated to these October prompts for right now tho!

Continue along with my anthology October prompts here

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