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two ghosts | part 1

pov : lily rejects james many times, until he finally gives up. but y/n and sirius are there for him, in more ways than one.

warnings : smut (next part), mentions of ex!bully!james, fluff (it probably sucks cus i only know how to write smut), sub jamie if you squint, pet names, established relationship between reader and sirius. please lmk if there are more! <3

“I’m telling you, sweetheart. It’s nothing your pretty cunt can’t fix” Sirius winks at you, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth, causing you to roll your eyes. He obviously notices, as he is sat across from you, and smirks.

Remus is eyeing you both suspiciously, and clears his throat. “I can think of more situations you,” he looks at you and you blush slightly in embarrassment, “cannot fix. So what is it now?”

Sirius giggles like a little kid, and you shake your head, your cheeks way too red by now. “I think Prongs needs some.. relief. Poor thing is so crabby these days, and it’s all because of that stupid mudblood.”

“Sirius!” you shriek, kicking his foot under the table. “Okay, alright! I was just looking for something bad to say about her.”

Remus rolls his eyes and Peter places his fork down, blue eyes wide as he stares at you, clearly interested. “What do you mean by relief? I mean, he’s been refusing to tell me what’s wrong and yes, he is acting a bit strange, but I can’t think of anything that could help him. Unless you want to get him a date with Evans, which is not an option.”

Peter’s speech leaves all of you speechless. You’ve looked at the situation as more of a joke, not realising how sweet Jamie turned to grumpy, fussy James. “I mean, not that I would want to get him a date with that one” Sirius scoffs, his hands raising in surrender as you and Remus glare at him.

“And why would that be, Sirius?” you find it’s your turn to tease him, to which he scoffs again, giving you an wide-eyed look when he spots James approaching the ton of you.

His head is a mess of curls that bounce furiously as he walks messily, his eyes are bigger than usual and his face seems to scream ‘I’m tired!’. His clothes, surprisingly, are not wrinkled. Well, it’s a surprise to anyone but you, cus you are the one who prepared them for him the night before.

“Morning” his voice is thick with sleep, barely gazing at you as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into his side only for a few seconds. “Thank you for taking care of me” he says softly, obviously referring to his robe, shirt and trousers.

Your eyebrows shoot up, clearly surprised by the little gesture, and the guys seem to be as surprised, if not more than you are. “No bother, Jamie.”

The atmosphere in the common room is tense, and you all can sense it. Even James.

“You can talk to me, you know” he scoffs, slightly annoyed as he looks up for merely a second, eyeing Sirius, and his face somehow softens.

Sirius looks at him sadly. “We are worried about you, we don’t want you to lose yourself just because some red-headed chick doesn’t want you.”

And then, you all know that he screwed up.

James stands up abruptly, and looks down at Sirius, his usually gentle blue eyes now a few shades darker. “She’s not- You don’t know what it feels like, Sirius” he calls him by his first name, not Pads, and not Siri, and you can see Sirius’ face soften and his bottom lip jutting out just slightly. “You’ve found Y/n a long time ago, and even before you didn’t have a problem with girls ever refusing you. You don’t know how it feels.”

You all fall silent, your hand coming up to gently rub at his back, his head leaning into your neck as he nuzzles against your skin. “We just want our Jamie back, honey. I promise you so many other people in this school want you for you.”

“You promise?” he looks at you with those doe eyes that always make you melt.

“I do. And maybe it’s best that you didn’t get with Lily, who knows what would’ve happened. I promise there is someone there for you.”

By the end of your speech, you can only hear James hum softly as you continue to rub his back. A few minutes pass by, and Remus whispers to you, letting you know that James is sleeping. And so you sit more comfortably against the sofa, allowing yourself to rest for a little bit as well.

♥︎

Shifting pulls you from your deep slumber only a few hours later, and you find your arms empty, no trace of James anywhere. You sigh softly as you move to stand up, taking the blanket, that you were not aware was there, with you.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake” Sirius beams when you stand up, and you almost have a heart attack when you hear his voice, being pulled away from your thoughts.

You turn to look at him, lazily dragging yourself and finally throwing yourself into his arms, the boy taking that as a sign to sit down, with you still in his arms. “I missed you” you smile into his chest, engulfed by his intoxicating scent. He smells like he always does, but to you, it’s much more than that.

“Me too, sweetheart” he kisses your forehead, his eyes closing and so do yours.

But little do you know, James is watching the two of you the entire time, and his heart drops and swells at the same time. He wants that, but he is glad that his best friends have it.

♥︎

The next day, you walk with Sirius, hand in hand, towards your Herbology class. He is telling you about his new partner in partner in Potions when you spot James leaning against the wall, talking to Lily.

“Siri, he’s doing it again” you pout, looking up at your boyfriend as he looks in their direction, his eyes darkening at the sight.

“Oh fuck” he swears under his breath, and you frown. “I can’t hear him cry for the entire night again, breaks my heart” he gulps and you brush your hand against his cheek gently, making him look st you.

“Maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe he is okay now” you try to reason with him and he seems to soften for a moment, not long though, cus James is messily walking away from Lily, his eyes red and lips puffy. You look back at him, his eyes not once leaving yours as he walks away, heading towards the Gryffindor Tower.

“Yeah, he seems pretty content” Sirius scoffs to himself, running one of his hands through his hair as the other holds your waist.

“Bring him to my dorm” you tell him, your eyes widening before you continue. “I- I mean, both of you. We can take care of him, make sure he doesn’t feel alone and maybe forgets what happened for the night.”

Sirius looks at you like you are his Moon, the one who always brightens his path when it gets dark. I mean, he’s told you that before.

“You are a genius!”

♥︎

After classes, you went to find James, but found him in the worst situation you thought possible.

He is with Lily. Meanwhile the red-head is reading her book on the sofa, James is knelt in front of her, gently tugging at her delicate arm, but she pays him no mind. “Lily, I just- please, just a date, just one” he whispers softly, not wanting to disturb her more than he already does.

She rolls her eyes, and sighs. “James, I don’t know how many times to tell you that I’m not interested” she says sadly, and you can see his bottom lip quivering. “I don’t.. you were mean to my friends, James. Mean to me. For a very long time, and even though it was long before you liked me, I can’t” she finally confesses, cupping his cheek with her palm.

Your eyes widen and so do James’.

He lets out a soft ‘oh’ and quickly wipes his tears, baby blue eyes blinking in shock. He didn’t know.

“Oh okay... Okay then, that’s fine” he nods frantically, slowly standing up from his knees and brushing his hands over his robe. “I’m sorry, Lily” you see him pout slightly before he practically runs away.

You wait until Lily stands up and finally follow James upstairs, not wanting to make it seen like you were eavesdropping. You were, but.

Knocking gently on the door, you are met with a muffled and small ‘yes?’

“Jamie, it’s Y/n” you lean your head against the door, your eyes closing as you listen to the shuffling in the room.

Moments later, he opens the door and your shoulders drop when you see his state. He hasn’t been himself for weeks now, but he has never looked this way until now. He looks a mess, and his bed is the same.

“Darling” you frown slightly, not touching him because you don’t know if that’s okay yet. “D’you wanna go to my dorm? You can stay with me tonight, Siri will be there too.”

You try to soothe him, explaining that you will listen to him as much as he needs, but when he hears ‘your dorm’ and ‘Siri’, his ears perk up and he starts nodding fervently, grabbing his blanket and shutting the door behind him.

You give him a small smile before you guide him to your dorm, where your boyfriend is waiting for you. He probably doesn’t expect you to manage to get James to come, so his eyes widen a little bit when he sees him, but he clears his throat and stands up from your couch, greeting you. Sirius’ arms snake around your waist as he gives you a sweet peck on the lips, before he moves to James.

The bespectacled boy’s back is glued to the door, sitting there timidly as he tries not to look at you both, but he fails miserably. “Hi there, Prongsie” Sirius teases him and James smiles a genuine smile, his eyes closing as Sirius brings him into his arms, the long-haired’s boy scent just as intoxicating as it is to you.

“Do you want to talk to us, babe? Tell us what happened?” you quip as you take James’ hand in yours and you usher him to sit on your perfectly made bed, the sheets soft beneath him.

He looks up at you, then at Sirius, and sighs softly. “I used to be a bully” he confesses, as if it is a secret, “And ‘s why she doesn’t like me... Lily.”

Sirius’ grimace is more than present on his face. He remembers those times, up until third year, when he met you. You’ve changed him, and them, for that matter. James has always been a sweet boy, but he used to think that he was superior to the others. Not now, though.

“That was way too long ago, though. We were kids” Sirius whispers defeatedly, he knows that’s not an excuse.

“I was terrible” James says and a sob catches in his throat. Your heart almost breaks and then you understand what Sirius meant when he said that James crying made his own heart break. “I regret that, I don’t want to ever do that again.”

You pout, inching your hand closer to his as you slowly caress it, your eyes moving from him to your boyfriend. “It’s been age, Jamie” Sirius speaks softly, “you have changed, that’s not you anymore. Sure, you cannot erase your past, but you cannot let it define you either. That’s. not. you.”

James looks up at him with hope, and Sirius grins widely. “Look at you, you are the sweetest boy I’ve ever met. So pretty as well” Sirius’ tatted hand cups James’ soft, pale cheek and the younger boy melts against his skin. “Yeah?” he breathes, batting his eyelashes at Sirius, who nods proudly.

But when Sirius notices that James’ hand is moving up his thigh, he removes his hand from his hand from his cheek and stands up, walking towards a smaller chest of drawers, where you keep his clean clothes for when he comes over.

James’ breath hitches and tears start pooling at his eyes. He tries to be quiet, but you are still beside him and hear it. “What is it, sweet boy?” you ask, frowning.

He just shakes his head, burying his face into your soft pillow. “M sorry” he sobs, his tears most definitely soaking your pillow.

“Sorry?” you ask and he hums, still not looking at you. “Tried to touch Siri” he admits, “you have.. you’ve just been so good to me, I-”

“Oh, love, I’m not upset with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to touch Siri?” you joke and he giggles softly, lifting his head from the pillow.

“Okay I’m back and I got you my shirt and this pair of boxers, I hope they fit you- Hey, why are you crying?”

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next part will probably be just a little bit of fluff and smut, but i thought i’d share this little thought with you guys. i will write the other fic ideas soon, please bear with me <3.

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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 | E. Landry

Part Two / Part Three

Summary: Seeing the Core Four years after an explosive argument ended your friendship brought about plenty of unwelcome emotions—can you let the past go or has your plan for healing old wounds gone too far?

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x ex!reader, Ethan Landry x reader, Ethan Landry x brat!reader, Ghostface!reader

Warnings: manipulation, cheating, mentions of blood and violence, colorful language, sexual situations, smutty language, gaslighting

*based on “Feather” by Sabrina Carpenter*

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Oh it’s like that

I’m your dream come true, when it’s on a platter for you

Then you pull back

When I try to make plans more than two hours in advance

Your manicured fingers curled around the mic as you sang. This song was old, years old even, and still the energy around performing it tonight made it feel brand new.

Having gigs here and there at bars and clubs in New York had been your ticket out of Woodsboro ever since you were able to move out on your own. Singing was a passing hobby while you were in school at NYU, something that brought extra excitement and attention to you when classes were over and labs were finished. There was something about having people love you, travel to see you and hear you perform that made your heart burst.

I slam the door

I hit ignore

I'm saying no, no, no, no, more

I got you blocked after this, an after thought

I finally cut you off

You knew exactly where the craving for attention began and as much as you hated the acknowledgment, you had to thank him just a little bit.

Who else would have broken your heart so intensely that you sought the comfort of strangers screaming your name?

Your eyes flicker to the back of the club, the gaggle of people coming in sending shockwaves through your core.

I feel so much lighter, like a feather with you off my mind

Floating through the memories, like whatever, you’re a waste of time

“Did you see the name of the headliner when we were coming in?” Tara asked her friends as they entered the club. It was some new place that had been open for about a month. Ethan suggested they should go to hang out and blow off some steam from classes.

Chad turned around to face her. “I saw it too but I didn’t want to say anything…” He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as he tried to save face. “A lot of people have that name, right? I mean what are the odds that it’s her?”

Sam shook her head. “But how many people have that name and sing that we know of?”

“Oh, yeah no, it’s her.” Mindy moved her brother’s head in the direction of the stage. The girl they hadn’t seen in years was smiling while she sang. A glimmer in her eye as her voice reverberated through the space.

A stark difference from how she left them.

Your signals are mixed

You act like a bitch

You fit every stereotype, send a pic

Ethan raised a brow. “Her?” He questioned cluelessly. “What about her?”

“We kinda … have a history with Y/N.” Tara fiddled with her fingers, taking a deep breath as she tried to explain what happened.

The curly haired boy took a look at Chad, his eyes softening when he saw his roommate was less than pleased. If anything, he looked nervous. “Oh … shit. Is that the ex you were telling me about?” He asked, being met with a guilty nod. “I mean we don’t have to stay. If I would have known—”

“No, no it’s fine.” Chad waved it off. “It’s high school stuff. I seriously doubt that Y/N is still hung up on that.”

I feel so much lighter, like a feather with you out my life

With you out my life

Like a feather, like a feather, like a feather

Anika rolled her eyes. “Okay well since we’re staying can we move closer up? We’re blocking the entranceway.” She grabbed Mindy’s hand carefully, tugging her through the crowd of people while everyone followed.

“Anika I … hey.” Mindy stopped halfway into the crowd. Her girlfriend turned to see her anxiously, being met with big worried eyes. “You don’t understand. We were terrible to her.”

Sam sighed. “Well I hope she and I don’t have bad blood. I wasn’t even in town when that happened.”

“Okay I’m still not fully understanding what happened here.” Ethan pushed his way through the crowd, being jostled around by dancing fans. “I know Chad cheated on her but what does that have to do with the rest of you?”

Anika scrunched her face in disgust. “You cheated on that girl?”

“I was a dumbass kid, okay!” He shouted over the music in defense. “I got caught and everyone took my side.”

Tara protested. “We didn’t take your side exactly—”

“Well we didn’t defend her, so what do we call that?” Mindy snapped. “We let Liv into our friend group and none of us checked on Y/N or even talked to her for the rest of high school. To be fair, she did say hell would freeze over before she would talk to us again.”

It feels so good

Not caring where you are tonight

And it feels so good

Not pretending to like the wine you like

You spotted them making their way through the crowd. Them going back and forth with each other, no doubt about you and actually seeing you for the first time in years.

The wandering spotlight was making its way through the fans, falling on the group as they stood there in shock. You smiled, tiptoeing in your white go-go boots to the edge of the stage. Squatting down with the top of your rhinestone corset brushing against your breasts, you waved at the Core Four and their new friends with your free hand.

I slam the door

I hit ignore

I'm saying no, no, no, no more

I got you blocked

Excited to never talk

You clutched the mic tightly, chest rising in excitement at seeing their faces again. How scared they looked being in your presence. Turning your body, you stared Chad down, the catalyst for this song.

I, I'm so sorry for your loss

Everyone knew what happened to Liv last year. As wrong as it felt, you didn't shed any tears or feel sadness for the loss of her life. The only thing you thought about was how grateful you were that you decided against going to that party. While you did like Wes and he was the only one to check on you, even when you pushed him away, seeing Chad and Liv together would have sent you over the edge.

Seeing them wrapped in each other at school was more than enough.

With a wink, you got up from the edge of the stage. Working your way throughout the space as the spotlight followed, you wrapped up your song.

Tara furrowed her brows. "Did she .. wink at you?" She asked Chad, shouting over the music.

The Meeks-Martin boy shook his head, his eyes cutting over to his roommate. "I think she just winked at you, Bro." He said to Ethan.

"New York!" You laughed into the mic. "You have been amazing tonight. Thank you for all of the love. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some old friends I want to catch up with."

With the assistance of some club bouncers, you strutted off of the stage and through the back entranceway. Slipping through the crowd of people, you headed for the bar, waving over your ex boyfriend.

A group of guys parted and allowed you to slip through to the front of the bar. You could feel them taking a peek at your ass poking out from your ruffle mini skirt and you stifled an eye roll. "Can I get a shot of patron?" You grinned at the bartender, ready to flash your fake ID if you needed to.

"I got it."

You heard his voice behind you. What was once nails on a chalkboard made you grin devilishly. "Well it's the least you could do, hmm?" You turned around, leaning against the wooden bar and looking him up and down. "Never expected to see you guys at one of my shows...and you brought friends." You gestured at the two people looking at you confused and lost.

"I'm Anika." The girl smiled. "Mindy's girlfriend."

The curly haired boy looked between his friends, everyone waiting for him to speak. "Oh! Oh, um, I'm Ethan. Chad's roommate." He chuckled nervously.

"Sorry to hear that." You pout, pretending as if this is your first time meeting him.

Ethan dragging everyone to this bar wasn't by chance, not in the slightest. His act was one that he and Quinn carefully crafted for the last year...your addition to the plan was simply by luck or maybe kismet. Tracking you down was easy since you lived in the same city. Using his intel that Amber gave his late brother, he knew what made you tick. He knew that Chad had cheated on you with Liv, leaving your friends to abandon you for the rest of your high school career.

You were alone, heartbroken, and to his advantage ... you knew how to hold a fucking grudge.

Teaming up with you to exact revenge on the people that aided in the death of his brother was more than he could have imagined. Not only did you know how to play the long game, you saw something in Ethan that you hadn't seen in anyone since Chad. You liked him.

You liked him a lot actually.

Enough to have the nastiest sex whenever he would come over to your apartment. Spitting in your mouth, spanking you, handcuffing you to your bed frame and fucking you until you begged him to allow you to cum.

Ethan Landry was your dream come true ... but right now, he had to be a stranger.

Turning your attention to the shortest member of the group, you smiled softly. "You look good, T, nice to see you."

Mindy took a deep breath, guilt eating at her since she stepped foot into the club. "Y/N, we are so so—"

"Christ, please do not finish that." You laughed lowly. Turning your body to grab the shot of patron with lime, you face the group again. "It was sophomore year, we were kids, Mindy. It's so small and trivial to still be stuck on that stuff. Not with everything else going on..." Lifting your shot glass you toasted it to them, taking the clear liquid down your throat with no grimace.

Alcohol had become your best friend during tough times.

"So, are we cool then?" Tara asked, taking a small step forward.

You meet her in the middle, extending your arms out and inviting her in. "I've wanted us to be okay for so long." She hugs the girl tightly, Tara rubbing her back as she let her guard down. Looking past your lashes, your gaze landed on Chad. "I'd like to talk to you in private if you're okay with that?" You asked the boy, letting go of the younger Carpenter.

"Yeah." He nodded. You grabbed his hand, rougher from what you remember. Must be from how much football he played back at Woodsboro High.

You stopped in your tracks, wide eyes glancing at the newcomers you recently made acquaintance with. "It was nice to meet you, Ethan and Anika! Thank you for coming to the show and hopefully we'll see more of each other."

With a grin you left the group, Chad following behind you as you walked out of the club and to a nearby alley. There were still people passing by, drunk and loud from the strip of bars on the street. It was enough to give Chad a false sense of security.

You hadn't been alone with him since everyone turned their backs on you.

"How could you do that to me?" You asked Chad. Standing in front of him with tears running down your cheeks. Eyes bloodshot from crying all night. "And did you know?" You turned to Mindy, her mouth agape from shock.

You were all at Amber's house...well they were, you showed up once you saw everyone’s location was pinged at the familiar hangout spot.

The girl shook her head violently. "I didn't know, Y/N, I swear."

"Why is everybody looking at me like I'm crazy?" You asked your friends.

Tara frowned. "Well you're screaming, Y/N--"

"And I think I have every right to be upset, do I not?" You hissed. "My boyfriend of two years has been cheating on me for three months and yet I'm the bad guy here. You're supposed to be my friend, Tara, why aren't you on my side?"

Amber spoke up, slowly approaching you but you shook your head violently. "I think this is a conversation you and Chad need to have, alone."

"We feel weird being put in the middle." Wes chimed in, guilty eyes looking back at you.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you processed what you heard. "The middle?" You repeated. "Nobody is putting you in the middle, I'm asking for your support. You know, what friends do for each other when something goes wrong."

"This isn't their fight, Y/N." Chad stood up, inching closer towards you as he held his arms out. Trying to comfort you and calm you down from the scene you were making.

You pushed him off of you, side-eyeing the boy you still had so much love for against your better judgement. "Well it is now, because it sounds like to me I'm losing my friends. They're choosing you and your dumbass behavior."

"We won't choose a side—” Tara interjected.

You chuckled dryly. "He's going to bring that girl around you. All of you, matter of fact. Are you going to welcome her with open arms or give her the cold shoulder?"

Your question was met with silence. Wandering eyes looking everywhere but at you, because they knew, they knew what they were doing was wrong. No one had a backbone to put a stop to the madness ... but you did.

"Mindy?" You turned to the curly haired girl, looking for her to speak up. To be the voice of reason since she was so outspoken.

She sighed. "He's my brother, Y/N."

You laughed in her face. What in your right mind made you think you were going to win this? That anything was going to work out in your favor against Woodsboro's golden boy. You stepped in front of your ex boyfriends body, eyes trailing up his torso until his gaze met yours.

"It's exhausting watching you always get what you want. One of these days karma will put you on your ass and I hope I'm there to witness it." You spat, heart ready to beat out of your chest anxiously. "And for everybody else that had nothing to say, it'll be a cold day in hell before I speak to any of you fuckheads again."

"You're not cold?" You ex boyfriend asked, motioning towards your lack of clothing in your performance outfit.

You shook your head. "I'm fine, it was too stuffy in there anyways and I needed some air." You shrugged. Taking a step closer to him you looked around, appearing weary of who or what could be out there. "How are you, Chad?"

The question was genuine, you did want to know how he had been holding up since Ghostface entered his life. So that way you would know how to fuck it up even more.

"I've been well." He smiled. That damn smile that got you tangled in his web in the first place. "I had a rough year last year with...everything, so it's nice to get back to some sense of normal."

You gently touched his arm, big eyes staring up at him as he almost shuddered against your touch. "I'm really sorry about Liv." You lied. If you could have killed her yourself you would have. "You can talk to me about her if you need to. I understand she meant a lot to you and I just--" You trailed off, sniffling as tears welled in your eyes. "I hate that you all had to go through that."

"Hey. Hey, no, it's okay." Chad pulled your body into his. Comforting you the way that he used to whenever you were upset.

He still smelled the same. The Polo cologne you introduced him to was wafting on his body. There were so many things similar to how he used to be. His laugh, his touch, how he tried to make things better. But even with all of these similarities, everything had changed. He broke your trust and your heart, and no amount of time could fix that.

"I'm sorry for how things went down between us." You cried into his shirt. Your hand resting on his chest as he pulled you closer. "I said so many nasty things I ... I keep thinking that could have been the last time we spoke to each other. You almost died."

The tall boy sighed against you. He grabbed your arms softly, lifting your body away from his and looking at you intensely. "No. You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. All of that was my fault because I was an idiot." He said sincerely. "I treated you terribly when we were together and never had the chance to apologize and tell you how sorry I am for what I did."

"Well, I really appreciate it." You sniffled, an actual truth coming from your lips. "Can we start over? I go to NYU for school so I think we'll be seeing each other a lot."

Chad grinned. "I'd like that." He extended a hand, awaiting for you to take it. "Hi, I'm Chad and I'd like for you to come with my friends and I to a Halloween party next weekend."

"I'm Y/N and I think that we would have a lot of fun together, like old times." You shook his hand. A smile creeping onto your lips no matter how much you tried to suppress it.

He led you out of the alley, making sure you were walking on the inside of the sidewalk like a true gentleman. You never expected to receive an apology from him in your lifetime and now that you had it, it still didn't change anything. Part of you did feel a bit lighter, some of your animosity melting away by just looking at him and feeling his body against yours.

But nothing changed.

The plan was still the plan, adjusting or amending any of it was a call you couldn't make, everyone who had a hand in Woodsboro last year had to die.

And you were promised Chad and Tara were yours to handle.

But even then, what was the fun in just killing them? You deserved to enjoy stalking your prey.

As the night grew darker and darker, you returned to your on-campus apartment. It was easy for Ethan to sneak away and meet you since Chad was staying over at Tara's, a new relationship development that you would make sure didn't make it far.

Your curly headed boy-toy took off your go-go boots. Kissing your feet and legs as he crawled onto your bed. "This outfit is incredibly sexy." His hand rounded the outline of your breast as it was pushed up in the corset. "Took everything in me not to fuck you in the club bathroom."

"Oh please." You rolled your eyes. "And run the risk of fucking up what we worked so hard for? You know I wouldn't let that happen. You have to stop thinking with this." You palmed his dick through his grey sweatpants. "Keep your eyes on the prize."

Ethan huffed. "And how do you expect me to be logical when you look like this?" He kissed your neck, fingers hovering over your throat.

Your eyes rolled in your head, back beginning to arch but you shoved him off of you. "We need to exercise restraint. I'm about to be around your friend group a lot and it's not hard to tell when two people are having sex. We're strangers remember?" You began unraveling the ties in your corset, the tight material falling off of your body and pooling at your feet and exposing your breasts. "Plus, once I say what I'm about to say. I doubt you'll want to continue this little arrangement."

"What is it, Y/N?" He asked, his eyes glued to your tits until you snapped your fingers.

You pouted, walking over to him in nothing but your ruffle skirt. "I have to fuck Chad one last time before I kill him." You grinned sweetly. "The betrayal and heartbreak I felt ... I want him to feel it ten times over. Regardless of what he and Tara have, I know he still has feelings for me."

"Yeah, he couldn't take his fucking eyes off of you tonight." Ethan scoffed. "I don't know how I feel about sharing you, Baby."

You cocked your head to the side. "I'm sorry for the confusion, but, it wasn't up for debate ... Baby." You repeated. "I'm telling you as a simple courtesy. I'm going to fuck him and then he's going to die. It's quite simple really."

Getting off of your bed, you head to your closet. Grabbing a black tank top and throwing it over your body, then taking off your skirt and throwing it to the floor. Excitement was buzzing in your veins, better than any post concert high you had ever felt.

"Everything that they put me through. The humiliation, the alienation, the disrespect...they never learned what happens when you cross me." Staring in the mirror, Ethan's hard gaze was stuck on you. You turned around, fluffing your hair and embracing the control you had over him. Stepping closer and closer to your bed once more, you continued to speak.

"I love that I have you to help me. That you found me and helped me find my voice again. Trust me, Ethan, when all of this is over ... you'll have me in any way you want. But until then," You straddled his body, his cock pressed hard against your core. You held his face in your hands, kissing his soft pink lips and getting your gloss all over them. "We have to decide Halloween costumes for next weekend. I think a knight would be a really sexy costume, hmm?"

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STAY THE NIGHT || E42! MILES MORALES

summary: you and miles used to be great lovers until you left new york suddenly. two years later, he gets the news your back. will you guys get back together or will love be history?

aged up! e42! miles morales x fem! reader

cw: angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy, ex lovers to lovers??, intentional lowercase, mentions of death/near death experience , both reader and miles are 21, mentions of previous hook up, she/they pronouns

part 1 ☆ part 2

PART 3

the morning was a little different today. miles came over around 7:20 with breakfast, flowers, and a bag with some more baby clothes. you were already up, feeding ardon and trying to get him ready for the day, even though he was whining from being woken up from his great sleep. you were shocked the miles would come this early to help out. you knew he wasn’t really a morning person do you made it up to him by making coffee for him.

miles was holding ardon against his chest as he focused on the cartoon in front of him. ardon’s head was against his heart, trying to get use to the unfamiliar heartbeat. miles was in awe that ardon never made a fuss about being next to him instead of his mom. did he just see him as some dad figure or an actual dad? did y/n have another guy play dad while out of state? so many questions weren’t answered, but hopefully one day they’ll be. he just wants to be there for you nothing more nothing less. father, stepfather, or mom’s boyfriend he wanted to also be there for your son.

you came out from the hallway in day clothes. a plain t-shirt with some house shorts as you went back over to the kitchen. miles sat up a bit, making sure to securely hold ardon, who he was sure was about to fall asleep. he got up and went over to the kitchen, swaying side to side a bit to keep ardon up. he felt bad that you were doing this all by yourself most of time and with the partial help of your roommate, who was out again leaving you alone in the apartment.

“how much compensation do you want?” he asked. you gave him a puzzled look? compensation? like money or baby stuff? you were honestly doing fine on your own, having a stay at home job and were still enrolled in school.

“for what?”

“child birth, being pregnant, taking care of a baby, doing it without a father figure.” miles listed. you were shocked he was trying to pay you for what he missed. you didn’t want to pull

“speaking of father figure, can you check the mailbox. i think the results came today.” you said, mixing together some formula for ardon. miles put the baby in his high chair and went towards the door. before he could even reach the door, it opened. it was a lady with the mail in hand. she stared straight at him, a little confusion in her eyes.

“is y/n up?” she asked him. she had envelopes in her hand, one of them being held up.

“i’m in here margo!” you yelled from the kitchen. she walked into the kitchen, miles trailing behind her. “oh where are my manners? miles, this is my roommate margo. margo, this is miles.”

margo was evidently taller than you, but no taller than him if not the same height. her black hair was pulled back into a slick back bun to compliment her blouse and dress pants. she must’ve been at work or was planning to go to work. there was a birthmark under her eye that decorated her olive skin. margo couldn’t be no older than 23, maybe 24. she held out her hand for miles to shake.

“nice to meet you. heard so many great things about you.” margo said. miles shook her hand, he noticed her wall of concern had dropped. he guessed that margo wasn’t expecting him to be back this early. or here at all. “but y/n, you did get a letter from the clinic. i just came here to grab my mail and then go back. i’ll bring back some folders for you to work on when i get back.” she said before slipping the envelope towards you. you thanked her before she left.

“that’s your roommate?” miles asked, sitting down at one of the stools. you nodded and opened the report. it was honestly nerve wracking that this report could be a 50/50 chance of him being a dad or him being a side piece. he had hope it was the former and not the latter.

you opened up the paper and looked at the results. most of it were just numbers, but what you were really looking for was the statement results. you eyes lit up with joy as your read the small box.

miles morales’ genetics match the genetics of ardon l/n making him the father to ardon l/n

you almost cried. if this morning wasn’t already great, it was perfect. you handed the papers to miles, folded so he could have the experience you just had. he took the paper and opened it, scanning the paper until he saw the statement results. his mouth went from a straight face to a jaw drop to a smile.

“i’m a dad!” he ran around the corner and gave you the biggest hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. you hugged him back as happiness and excitement flowed through the both of you. he let you go and still wore the biggest smile on his face. “why don’t we go show my mom and my uncle.”

“miles are you sure? i mean your uncle doesn’t really like me and i’m sure your mom is busy today.” you reasoned with him. you wanted to stay away from aaron after what happened 2 years ago, but surely it was water under the bridge. he probably thought you forgot about it.

“i’m very sure. why don’t we go before her shift starts. she works at 1 now.” he said. you shrugged and went to grab everything necessary for the baby bag.

miles carried the baby bag as you held ardon with the baby wrap. miles was honestly impressed you effortlessly did the wrap and it was secure to hold ardon in. once he reached the apartment door, he knocked on it. miss morales came to answer.

“hola mami. guess who i brought?” he said, before he moved out of the way to show your face. you smiled and waved at miss morales who gasped with excitement. she walked over to gives you a hug, making sure to be careful and not smush ardon. she ushered you both inside and called for aaron.

aaron was in the hallway with a man who looked like he could honestly snap him in half. his face looked rough with a scar going down the side of his face all the way to his lip. tattoos littered his arms all the way to his knuckles. he was stubby, but still tall. it was like hulk if he looked like a jailbird. aaron almost missed rio’s voice and excused himself. once he reached the living room, the sight almost scared him.

you were really back. with a baby.

his eye was on the verge of twitching when he saw miles holding the baby. was it his? surely not. it looked a year old so it must’ve been someone else’s. he kept the anger to himself as we walked closer to the group of 3.

“aaron, i’m an abuela! and now you’re a great uncle!” miss morales squealed as miles passed ardon to her. miles looked over at his uncle who wore a small smile. fake, but still a smile.

“that’s your kid?” aaron questioned miles.

“yeah. got the results today it says i’m papi.” miles passed the results to him. aaron scanned it and sure enough, the words “match” and “father” were there. aaron slowly nodded and gave the results back.

“congrats, kiddo. i need to get back to work, but your still doing your shift tonight right?” aaron tried to shift the conversation so he didn’t have to focus on the fact he was someone’s great-uncle.

“yeah.” miles didn’t sound enthusiastic about the “shift”. he didn’t even want to look at his gear at the moment. he couldn’t be a father and a villain.

aaron went back to the hallway where the guy was leaning up against the wall. he had a slightly puzzled look on his face after he heard rio say his target’s name.

“does that girl have a kid?” he whispered, becoming a little guilty that he took up this job.

“yeah. and it’s my nephew’s too.” aaron quietly answered back, trying not to draw attention to themselves.

“see, that’s where i draw the line. i don’t target people with starting families bruh. you know this.”

“hugo, you literally targeted a mom before. what’s so different about her?”

“that “mom’s” son was at least 24. that girl’s son is like what? a baby from the sounds of it. nah i’m not doing it anymore.” hugo walked out from the hallway, he said goodbye to rio and congratulated you and miles for the milestone.

as rio got up to get you both some drinks, miles came to sit next to you, cradling his baby boy in his arms as he tried to play with the thin silver chain on his neck.

“can i stay the night at your place? just so i can spend time with ardon.” miles felt as if he was pleading with you. your face shifted into uneasiness. you didn’t want miles to miss out on any opportunity to see his son, but the apartment you were staying in was too small for 3 adults and an infant. plus you didn’t know if margo was going to be comfortable with someone she just met.

“i’m sorry miles. maybe some time later this month or maybe next week would be best. the apartment’s really cramped and i don’t want you ending up on the couch.” you explained. he nodded at the decision.

“also, can i ask what we are? because we never actually broke up, we just stopped talking.” he really wanted to get back with you. he couldn’t see himself with someone else (and obviously he wanted to be an apparent figure in his son’s life).

“i guess we’re still boyfriend and girlfriend, but with a fresh start. we’ve learned about ourselves and each other just recently, so just give it some time.” you said, smiling. you promised not to be so hard on yourself if you were to ever get back with him, and now you get to fulfill that promise to yourself.

after leaving, you and miles spent some time together by going out for lunch and a little shopping. of course, miles was more than willing to wear the baby wrap with ardon in it proudly, showing off his new title as dad. he bought you some new stuff that could ultimately help your job as stay at home mom be a little more easier. he also gained a newfound knowledge of stuff to know about ardon. his favorite stuffed animal which was a dog plushy named mr. sparks, his favorite cartoons, his favorite snack, and even his favorite bed time story. he made sure to remember every single detail for when he gets to spend another day with him. miles dropped you off home, thanking you for everything and helping you get ardon ready for bed. you told him you were usually up all night so if he needed to drop by and get something or drop off something he was more than welcome to.

it was about 8:00 pm now. ardon was asleep, margo was probably still up doing some of the reports you gave back to her. you went to the kitchen to prepare another set of formula bottles for when miles comes to see ardon tomorrow. you hear the door creak close, thinking margo just went out to take a call. as you put away the bottles, a purple light reflects off of the refrigerator, making you roll your eyes playfully and not even bother to turn around.

“miles, when i said you can come over, i didn’t mean with the suit on.” you said before turning around and realizing that it wasn’t miles, but someone taller in the prowler outfit. his claws were being shown off in the light, making it look way sharper in person. your eyes widen as the person started to come towards you rather quickly. you try to reach over to grab something heavy to throw at them, but failed as they scratched you before you got a grip on the object. you screamed out in fear. the cut wasn’t deep enough to reach skin, more like a warning scratch from a cat.

you ran to the other side, hiding behind the counter try to and grab a pan from the bottom, but it was a weak attempt as prowler #2 now had a grab of your leg. their claws were digging into your calf, causing you to wail in pain as they dragged you on the floor. their left set of claws (that were now in the air) came down to scratch at your stomach really hard, causing a gurgled scream out of you. the attacker took one more swipe before pushing you hard into a cabinet, causing you to start seeing black spots in your vision. you started to call for margo, but it came out as a whimper as you held your stomach. your attacker left you to fend for yourself, leaving you there to suffer. you cried at the thought of ardon being a target, but what could you do? you weren’t a hero and you surely couldn’t move at the moment.

all of a sudden you heard a gut wrenching scream coming from the hallway. this couldn’t be happening. was miles behind this? you couldn’t get to even think over the question as everything started to fade into darkness.

AUTHOR’S CORNER: boooo tacky ending but ik i had someone of y’all on the edge of your seat yesterday. sorry this was so late too also sorry if tags don’t work or if i missed you i’ll edit it in the morning

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