#Couldn’t figure him out for awhile until I realized he was just that “nothing to smile about in my life” meme

[rooolt]

dnd is crazy bc you’ll plan a character for weeks and you’ll keep saying “oh I’m gonna do a silly old man voice, I’ll be so old and mumbly” and then you start playing and all of a sudden the spirit of this ancient cat possesses you and he sounds like a mobster from Brooklyn

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Pittrap/pitbon x reader headcanons?

Normally, I wouldn’t do any Frights characters, but: I love ITP, I love Spring Bonnie, and the game was great—so, enjoy this :)

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🐰|Where you lived... well, it was quite boring. Lots of stuff had closed. One of those things would change.|🎾🕳

🐰|You always found yourself going to Jeff’s Pizza—whether you were craving pizza, or the fact that it was somewhere to go—other than your job.|🎾🕳

🐰|As you were eating, you just found yourself wandering through the building in the process.|🎾🕳

—

With your free hand—although, it was still greasy, you opened up the door. You’d never been in this area of the place before.

...But then again, until now, you’d never just left your table to go look around. You figured Jeff wouldn’t mind, though.

Once the door was opened, you looked around, taking a few more bites from your slice of pizza in the process. You stepped inside.

To your right, there was an old ballpit—it seemed rather dusty. You would’ve ignored it, you would have left the room—there was nothing else.

Except...

As you’d started to turn, balls began spilling from the old ballpit, rolling around on the floor, as... something yellow began to emerge.

You couldn’t tell what it was—until the rest started coming out. A large, yellow head surfaced next—albeit rather slowly. Long ears were attached.

Then, yellow paws grabbed at the edge of the ballpit, and the thing began pulling itself out—revealing the rest of the thing’s body. It wore a yellow bow tie.

Dropping your pizza, you stared with widened eyes, and quickly started to back away.

The thing—which seemed to be a rabbit, must have heard you—the ears atop the head twitched, and then the rabbit’s whole head turned.

The rabbit was staring right at you.

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🐰|You’d initially left in a panic—with the rabbit choosing to follow. You figured you could go to Jeff for help... somehow?|🎾🕳

🐰|Although, to your surprise, Jeff seems pretty chill about the rabbit—including the other customers that are near.|🎾🕳

🐰|Your surprise just quickly fades into confusion when, apparently, he and the others seem to see an actual person instead.|🎾🕳

🐰|Although you leave right after that, you come back the next day—just wanting to take a pizza to go. Except... the rabbit is waiting.|🎾🕳

🐰|You worry about what might be done—except, even more to your confusion, the rabbit just... waves, smiles, and gives you a hug.|🎾🕳

—

The longer you stared at the rabbit, the quicker a realization came to you. The rabbit had to be from one of the Freddy’s locations.

You’d never been to Fredbear’s Family Diner—it had closed a long time ago. But that didn’t mean that you hadn’t seen anything for it.

There was the bear... Fredbear, of course—and then a bunny accompanying him: Spring Bonnie. That was the name, wasn’t it?

The rabbit beside you, as the two of you approached the ballpit room, looked like the rabbit from back then. Yet... something seemed off.

Entering the room, you sighed, and backed away from the rabbit. “You were just... in that thing?” You gestured to the ballpit.

The rabbit nodded.

“How has nobody seen you before?? Why did Jeff see somebody else yesterday?”

The animatronic just stared.

“Why are you being so friendly?” Although... it was certainly something you were glad about, it the end.

The rabbit still stared.

“Do... you want to hurt me?”

The rabbit’s head shook—‘no’.

—

🐰|For awhile, you really aren’t sure what to think about this—but, you find yourself continuing to go back, and visit.|🎾🕳

🐰|Instead of ‘Spring Bonnie’, considering where he came from, you suggest the name ‘Pitbonnie’.|🎾🕳

🐰|The rabbit seems to like the name, and it just sticks. Although, sometimes, you use ‘Pittrap’ as well.|🎾🕳

🐰|Pitbonnie tends to bite you—but he means no harm. It’s more of an affectionate gesture. And to your surprise... with all of those teeth, some sharp, you’ve never been hurt.|🎾🕳

🐰|It seems that the rabbit can get upset pretty easily—but it’s pretty easy for you to calm Pitbonnie down.|🎾🕳

🐰|He tends to brings you gifts—gifts coming from the other side of the ballpit, back at Freddy’s.|🎾🕳

🐰|Because of this, you just... find yourself having a lot of plushies. It’s not something you’re complaining about, though.|🎾🕳

🐰|You swear you’ve seen something in the suit, but you’re not sure what—Pittrap hasn’t really shown you.|🎾🕳

🐰|Fuzzy. Soft. The rabbit’s suit is nice. You figured this out the first time Pittrap hugged you. You very much enjoy his hugs.|🎾🕳

🐰|You once saw him interact with a kid—although you weren’t sure what the kid saw. You learned that the rabbit could be fatherly, though.|🎾🕳

🐰|You’ve seen Pitbonnie go and disappear through the ballpit, and you wonder a lot—while also tempted to follow.|🎾🕳

🐰|You haven’t done so yet, but maybe one of these days.|🎾🕳

—

As you made it outside of Jeff’s—just a single step or two out, you paused at the sound of heavy footsteps.

Turning around, you were greeted by Pittrap, holding open the door, and staring towards you.

The rabbit had always said goodbye to you when you would leave—but he’d always remained inside of the building.

Pitbonnie’s ears were lowered, and it looked as if he was trying to shape his mouth into the best frown possible—but it was still stuck in a grin.

“What... what is it?” You questioned.

The rabbit shifted around a little bit, still staying relatively focused on you... but also beyond you.

“You want to come with me?” At your question, the rabbit nodded.

You held out a hand.

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🐰|The way to your place was... surprising—you were tired, and apparently, the rabbit could drive. Who taught him?|🎾🕳

🐰|The moment the two of you are at your house, he just heads for your bed. You don’t mind.|🎾🕳

🐰|The whole thing was already strange... an animatronic rabbit coming out of a ballpit, and you bonding with said rabbit. But now, the rabbit is staying with you?|🎾🕳

🐰|The rabbit will begin helping you out with chores around the house—which you appreciate.|🎾🕳

🐰|You have no idea what’ll happen next, or how this’ll turn out... but it’s fine. You like this. You were glad to go into that room.|🎾🕳

[theemissuniverse]

“ALL TALK” KUNG LAO X COMEDIC RELEIF FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Kung Lao figures out you have a crush on him and won’t stop teasing you for it

WARNINGS : (MDNI) mention of Kung Lao’s dick print and you being wet

MASTERLIST

Kung Lao may be a lot of things but naive was not one of them. He caught on very quickly that you had a crush on him. Very quickly.

The first incident was when he had finished training. He was all sweaty and he was a little bit tired from it. When he realized you were walking up to him, he smiled. “Hey, (Y/N).”

“Hey! Kung Lao! You did good at training today.”

When you had said that, it made his raise a brow. “You were watching me?”

Thinking you were caught, you started to stumble on your words. “What? No. I totally just was like…I mean I just happened to be there and then you were there and then I was like oh, that’s a coincidence so yeah…”

Kung Lao was used to your strange behavior and your rambling so it didn’t really bother him. He just kind of laughed. “Okay…cool.”

The second incident was when he was walking with you and you out of nowhere “tripped” in front of him. Kung Lao had really good reflexes and he was able to catch you.

He held your body almost in a bridal style way. “Whoa. Are you alright (Y/N)?”

You just sighed dreamily at him and you caressed the right side of his face. “I am now.”

He gave you a curious look when you said that. That’s when his warning bells of you may having a crush on him went off but you were also very strange so he pushed it aside as nothing.

The third incident is when he knew. Kung Lao was talking, more so bragging that he beat Johnny in training to you.

You were trying to pay attention. Honest. But your eyes kept wandering off to his very obvious dick print and they were glued on it for awhile.

Kung Lao kept bragging. He was so in tuned with boasting himself that he didn’t realize at first where your eyes were at.

“And then he hit the ground! Hard!” He laughed at what he said. When he noticed you didn’t give him a reaction, he gave you a look. “(Y/N)?” You still didn’t respond.

Kung Lao looked to where your eyes were at and smirked when he realized. He lifted your chin and brought it so your eyes were meeting each other. “My eyes are up here.”

Embarrassed, you immediately chuckled. “Yeah. I know.”

Kung Lao looked at you. He saw that your eyes were full of love and lust.

That’s when he realized.

He wasn’t like most men. Kung Lao was very straightforward. “Aw. Do you have a crush on me, (Y/N)?”

For you, it felt like your world was ending. Everything came crashing down in an instant. You immediately pulled away from his touch. “What? Me? Like you? Ha! That’s so gross.”

“Uh huh…” He said not convinced in the slightest. “So why were you staring at-“

“Gotta go!” You quickly said before walking away from him.

Sure, Kung Lao could’ve just asked you out like any reasonable man would do but no. He was going to tease you until you admitted yourself that you liked him.

For instance, now anytime Kung Lao had the chance, he’d be shirtless. He’d purposely walk in front of you while you were having a conversation with someone.

Your eyes wondered to Kung Lao, glued on his perfect frame. Liu Kang noticed this and would just shake his head at you. “You are worse than a man, (Y/N).”

You gasped at his claim. “Am not!”

That’s when Johnny had came up to the two of you. “Look! Kung Lao’s doing push ups!”

“Where?!” You immediately looked and saw there was no Kung Lao doing any push ups.

Johnny broke out in laughter and even Liu Kang couldn’t help but chuckle. You placed your hands on your hips and glared at them. “How rude!”

When having dinner, you would always try to sit at your seat but Kung Lao immediately brought you into his lap.

You gasped, sitting down. “I think you should sit here instead.” He told you with a smirk.

Johnny groaned at the two of you. “Can you please not fuck at the table? I’m not into watching porn in person.”

Raiden turned to give him a look. “You’re a grown man that still watches porn?”

“Hey! Don’t try to turn this back on me!”

Kung Lao’s hand would always go under your shirt and he would rub your back soothingly. His soft touches always turned you on.

You cursed at yourself for wearing very tight grew shorts. Kung Lao went to put his hand in between your thighs but when he did, he felt that you were wet.

He smirked. His lips slightly touched your ear so he could whisper to you. “I can take care of that for you.”

You were so embarrassed that you had gotten up from him and just decided you weren’t going to eat today. You walked off from the group.

They watched you walk off and Raiden turned his attention to Kung Lao. “Can you just ask her out like a reasonable man? You’re torturing her.”

“I can’t ask someone out if they won’t admit they like me.”

Kenshi nodded at Kung Lao’s reasoning. “He has a point.”

The final straw was this time. He would do this purposefully give you a lot of hugs and whisper how good you looked. He especially liked to hug you from behind.

You were in your room cleaning. You heard a knock on the door. “Come in.”

Kung Lao walked in and closed the door. He gave you a look. “Who cleans on a Wednesday?”

“I do.”

That’s when you felt Kung Lao’s arms snake around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You gasped a little. You felt his hardened member against your ass but chose not to say anything. You couldn’t even muster out words anyway.

“You look so pretty today.”

“T-thank you, Kung Lao.”

Usually Kung Lao would just kiss your cheek and leave it at that but today he was taking it a step further.

He kissed your cheek and then his lips wondered to your neck. He gave very slow and light kisses.

You moaned softly at his touches. Kung Lao rubbed your stomach. His lips went to your shoulder to kiss you there. Then he pulled you away.

When he saw you were just standing there, he snickered and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek again. “You’re so cute.”

This was starting to annoy you. You turned to him and crossed your arms. “I’m not cute.”

“Whatever you say.”

You had it. “Why are you doing this? Like what’s the point?”

Finally, you had broke. He mentally sighed out of relief. “Because I need you to admit that you like me.

“Fine! I admit it! I like you! There! I said it! Now you can leave me alone!”

When you turned to walk away from him, Kung Lao grabbed you by the arm. He turned you around and kissed you.

You stood there, a little shocked that he kissed you. You kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His lips tasted like chapstick so you knew he was prepared to kiss you today. Kung Lao brought you even closer by your hips as he deepened the kiss.

His hands went to the back of your head and he started to kiss sloppy. He licked your bottom lip and as soon as you opened your mouth, it was over.

He shoved his tongue in your mouth and fought with your tongue. You moaned as he sloppily kissed you. You didn’t think you’d be into that but Kung Lao could make anything hot.

Kung Lao pulled away from you. He rested his forehead on yours. “I thought I was obvious but I guess I’m not. I like you too.”

“You do?”

“You think I was teasing you because I thought it was funny?” He realized what he said and then nodded. “Okay, I was teasing you because I thought it was funny.” You hit him in the chest and he chuckled. “But that’s not just why. I like you, (Y/N). I just wanted you to admit it.”

Your hands rested on his chest. You looked him in the eyes. “What do we do now?”

“Oh I have a couple things in mind.” Kung Lao started to place butterfly kisses on your neck, making you fall to the bed.

You laughed at his touch. “Lao! Stop!”

“If you wanted me in bed you could’ve just said that.”

“This is why I didn’t admit I liked you.”

[frvnkcastles]

Your work with Frank is incredible! Could I please request one where you’ve been feeling lightheaded/dizzy all day but brushing it off until you’re making dinner and you can’t ignore it anymore and faint and Frank finds you there after coming in from taking out the garbage so you wake up on the couch, washcloth on your forehead and Frank worrying over you and won’t let you walk or lift a finger for awhile and if you get worse then he absolutely insists on taking you to urgent care or the er

THE ANTIDOTE TO EVERYTHING ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’ve been dizzy all day but you try to deal with it until you finally faint, leaving Frank worried about you.

Warnings: Fainting, implied existing condition, fluff, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: Thank you so so much for your sweet words, anon <3 Sorry for making you wait, I hope you like this!!

Realistically, you should have known the dizziness you had been dealing with all day wouldn’t end well, but you refused to give in. You told yourself it was no big deal, it was nothing new and surely you’d be able to tolerate it — and because it wasn’t that serious in your mind, you didn’t tell Frank, either. He was a worrier when it came to you and you didn’t want to stress him out over nothing, so you found it best to keep it to yourself.

Still, no matter how insistent you were that it would pass, the sway in your head was persistent as hell. As soon as you got up from the couch to go to the bathroom, you stumbled and staggered, and when you were washing your hands afterwards, your vision blurred. You had all the telltale signs of an incoming fainting spell, but you chose to ignore it, hoping it would will it into leaving you alone.

Besides, you had promised Frank to cook his favorite pasta dish and you couldn’t walk back on your word like that. So, despite your unsure footing, you planted yourself by the stove and began working on dinner, silently reassuring yourself that you could do it and everything would be okay.

”Did ya hear me, sweetheart?” Frank’s voice cut through your thoughts, and only then realizing he had joined you in the kitchen, you turned to face him. He was looking at you curiously, a hint of concern in his deep gaze, and his hand came to rest on your back. ”Asked if you needed any help with dinner”, he repeated himself when you just stared back at him, his eyes darting between the pot you were mindlessly stirring and your troubled expression.

”No, no, I’m all good. I got this”, you assured with a weak smile, and reluctantly, Frank nodded. ”You could take the trash out if you really want to be of help”, you added, and with a chuckle, he snuck past you and gathered the garbage bag from its hiding place.

”Makin’ me do all the chores you don’t wanna, huh?” he teased, but before you could defend yourself, he was reaching in to kiss your cheek. ”I got it, sweetheart. Be right back”, he declared before stomping out of the apartment with the trash in tow, earning a smile from you.

The happy look on your face was wiped away quickly, though. A wave of disorientation washed over you and your head started spinning, forcing you squeeze your eyes shut. You tried to regain your balance but nausea took over and you felt the undeniable urge to lay down. With panic rising in your chest, you moved to turn off the stove, figuring it would be wise to continue cooking later.

Before you could move to the bedroom or even the couch, you lost the fight between you and the nasty dizziness that had been bothering you all day, and you collapsed.

The last thing Frank expected to see when he came back inside was you unconscious on the floor. The sight made his heart sink and he quickly tossed his keys onto the counter before rushing to your side, kneeling down and pulling you into his arms. Fear surged in his heart, even though this wasn’t the first time you had passed out on him — nevertheless, it unsettled him just like the first time.

”Hey, hey, hey, sweetheart. Shit”, he rambled, swallowing hard as he picked you up from the floor effortlessly. He carried you to the couch and set you down as gently as he could, his usually steady hands trembling just a smidge as he wiped your hair away from your face and assessed the situation. You didn’t seem hurt, which was a relief to him, but he wasn’t going to breathe properly until you’d regain consciousness.

He got a washcloth and draped it over your forehead, and with a gentle caress on your cheek, he remained crouched by your side and tried to help you come to. His typically stoic expression faltered as he watched you lay there, and there was an uncomfortable weight on his chest. He was worried, but at the same time, he was charging a rant about your well-being, knowing for a fact that you had probably been feeling lightheaded all day.

Eventually, you blinked your eyes open, grimacing at the weird sensation in your body and the bright lights of the living room. It took a moment for your vision to focus, but when it did, you found Frank staring at you with alert eyes, his jaw clenching and his hands hovering over you.

”There you are, darlin’”, he cleared his throat, eyeing you up and down. ”How you feelin’? Found you passed out, baby”, he explained, and slowly remembering what had happened, you gave him a nod to acknowledge.

”I—I’m okay, I think. Lying down helps”, you reminded, and licking his lips, Frank wiped his thumb across your cheek tenderly.

”Yeah, I figured. Ain’t the first time we’ve been here, sweetheart”, he noted, and with a sheepish chuckle, you supposed he was right. Deciding to just shake it off, you tried to sit up from the couch, but Frank reacted immediately. With no real pressure, his hand pushed against your chest to stop you, and you gave him a puzzled look.

”I feel better, Frankie. I need to get back to dinner”, you said like it was the most obvious thing, and in an instant, Frank snorted, amused that you’d think he was letting you do anything.

”Nah, baby, you ain’t goin’ anywhere. Gonna just take it easy for the rest of the day, hear me? I’mma take care of dinner, aight? Don’t worry ’bout a thing”, he announced firmly, unwilling to argue about it. His decision was final, as it often was when your health was in question.

You smiled softly, touched by his worrying. ”But—”, you began, but he cut you off promptly.

”Not hearin’ you out on this, sweetheart. Y’know layin’ down is the best for you right now. Yeah?” he stated, and unable to insist otherwise, you nodded to confirm. Sighing deeply, he took your hand in his own and gave it a soft squeeze. ”Why didn’t ya say somethin’? I know this didn’t just come outta nowhere. Shoulda never been up and cookin’ dinner in this state”, he continued, his tone just slightly scolding but you knew it came from a place of love.

You gave him a shy shrug. ”I thought I could tough it out. Didn’t want to worry you, either”, you explained, a little embarrassed that you had overestimated your ability to handle it so terribly.

Chuckling, Frank lifted your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss your knuckles. ”Darlin’, worryin’ ’bout you is my job. You don’t gotta feel bad ’bout it. Just lemme take care of you when you need it, yeah? It don’t make you any less tough if you need to lay down every now and then”, he pointed out, the tiniest of smiles on his lips.

”I guess that’s fair”, you admitted, ”I’ll tell you next time.”

Satisfied, Frank leaned in to kiss you, sweet and brief but enough to remind you that despite his stern tone, he loved you very much. ”Attagirl. Now, I’mma continue with dinner but if you need anythin’ at all, you shout, yeah? And if it doesn’t pass, I’m takin’ you to the ER”, he informed you after pulling away, making you smile. He took your fainting very seriously, as he did with every other aspect of your health, even when you tried to play it off as nothing serious.

”I love you”, you spoke sincerely, so grateful to have him looking out for you, and with adoration obvious in his eyes, he replied.

”Love you too, sweetheart.”

[thereadinggremlin]

Guarded Hearts pt 3

Summary: You find out Azriels your mate but you start getting the could shoulder from him after he returns from a mission.

Authors Note- Ok. I did it. Finally finished my first ACOTAR fanfic. I have ideas for more but if anyone has some send them my way. Anyways. Enjoy

As the shadow dissapeared and you heard Rhys’s voice you knew you were out of time. You started to grab your stuff for a quick getaway, not that you could winnow but you could fly pretty fast. Figuring he’d be there any minute you decided that leaving out the back door would give you a few minute head start. That idea was shattered as he showed up less than 30 feet away from you, for a moment you just stood there looking at him and then you shot to the skies, your stuff be damned.

You had some idea of where you were going but what you really needed was to just get away from him. Everything you were feeling was too much. Why would he send his shadows after you, he didn’t care, he made that evident in the way that he has ignored you for the last month. You had been up here for awhile before he probably even realized that you weren’t around.

You spent one spare second to look behind you and there he was hot on your heels and trying to catch up to you and then you felt a tug. You didn’t know your sheilds were down for that long unless…

You shit straight up knowing he would follow, you stopped and waited, as he appeared tou yelled to him “How long?” The hot tears pooling in your eyes.

He just stared at you, not saying anything, when you focused on the bond you felt a mix of sadness and happiness and knew that these were not your feelings.

“I will let you know when I’m ready, if you ask anyone or send your shadows after me, you will regret it.” You said as you flew away and left him there in the cold air with nothing but the feeling of betrayal and hurt coursing through the bond.

He didn’t know what to do. After you left he returned to the cabin and looked around, your books and other belongings still scattered all over the place. He started gathering all of them up to take them back home, he knew you wouldn’t return here since he found you but he did think that having them in your room at the house of wind would be better.

In your collection of books he found a notebook, it seemed like a journal or diary and it seemed you had started it just before you apparently left home. He dropped onto the couch to start reading and he closed off the bond again, he didn't want you to know he was snooping and he was too scared that if he didn’t guard himself all his feelings would go down the bond to you.

As he started to read, his heart fell into his stomach. He didn’t realize that his actions had hurt you so much, he thought he was protecting you. He didn’t want to rush you into the bond but apparently all he did was push you away.

He got halfway through the notebook when he saw one of your few entries since you arrived at the cabin

“Ive been at the cabin for a while and everyone’s left me alone, which is good, but I can’t help to think of Azriel has noticed if I left or not. Regardless of how he’s treated me recently I still love him, I can’t help but love him and right now, I don’t know if I like how I feel about it. I know he’s my mate but I can’t keep taking the heartbreak.”

He dropped the notebook. You knew. You knew and you never told him. He couldn’t get mad because he had known for a long time too. He was cursing himself from guarding the bond for so long, he could have avoided this whole thing if he just stopped to talk to you. He picked up all of your stuff and returned to the house of wind, he needed to make a plan and try to get you to forgive him.

You flew until your wings ached, the lake you always loved was quiet and serene. You always came here when you needed to think it was a secret spot only you and one other knew of. You didn’t get much time to yourself before he showed up.

“So you wanna talk about it?” Cassian drawled out.

“Is there really any point” you stated flatly “And how did you know if even be here?”

��Well I was around when Azriel was questioning Rhys and when he left I knew if he found you this would be the place you’d escape to” he gave you a small smile “I’m surprised that you beat me here honestly, I thought you forgot about this place.”

“I could never. This place is so peaceful, I just haven’t had the time to fly out” you said with a sad smile. After bad missions you and Cassian would come here to let the steam out, fight, cry, or just sit there quiet. After he found out Nesta was his mate the two of you sat here on the waters edge for hours while he just sat there and thought about her.

“You know he loves you” Cassian said taking you out of your memories. Startled you just stared at him “yeah I figured you didn’t know, he’s loved you for a long time”

“He’s my mate.”

“I know.” She looked at him, surprise cascading across her face.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve known since it snapped in place for him. I picked up on the little changes and all the glances he passed your way. Dudes whipped.”

You were baffled. Azriel felt the same and knows of the bond. So many emotions were coursing through you and your one thought was to tug on that string of warmth that you’ve felt in your chest. When you tugged on the bond, you were created with nothing but cold and darkness.

“What if I messed it all up?” You ask your friend.

“I can guarantee that you didnt. Rhys has been threatening me to come back and get that man under control because he’s acting strange and his shadows are no where to be found.” He paused as he looked at you “Leta go home, you don’t have to talk to him about everything today but at least try to slowly let him in.”

All you responded with was a nod of your head. You didn’t know what you’d do but you decided that you’ll find out once you see him in person.

The flight back to the house of wind was a quiet one, you and Cassian landed in the balcony outside of the dinning room thinking nothing much would be going on. As you both started to walk in you noticed that all your favorite flowers were delicately decorating the dinning room, it wasn’t too much but there were little touches here and there. You froze as you hear the familiar footfall of a certain shadow singer, they stopped abruptly so you know he noticed you.

Before either of you could say a thing Cassian cleared his throat “So are you just gonna stare at each other or……”

“You better leave them alone or I’m gonna beat your ass during training tomorrow” you heard Nesta yell from the hallway. A small smile graced your face as Cassian shrugged and left the two of you.

“I’m sor-“

“I’m so sorry I have been an asshole that was never my intention, I don’t want to push you away” Azriel blurted cutting you off. “I didn’t want to pressure you into anything and I wanted you to make your own decisions, you’ve turned into such a strong female that I never wanted to dim that or make you feel less because I think you deserve the world”

He was talking so fast it took a minute for your brain to catch on to what he was saying. He’s noticed everything and remembered it, and liked you more because of what you accomplished.

“Take your shield off of the bond.” You stated flatly. You needed to know if what he was saying truly matched how he felt. “Take your shield off and then we can discuss it all.”

Within an instant you felt everything; love, worry, agony, hopefulness. He truly wanted this life with you. As you looked into his eyes they matched all the feelings you were feeling down the bond.

You slowly started approaching him, staying slow as to not scare him but he still stiffened his back not knowing what you were going to do. You stood right in front of him looking up at his eyes and feeling his breath mingle with yours, you were both breathing heavy with anticipation. You leaned up and kissed him on his cheek.

“There’s a lot we need to talk about” his eyes sank a little as you spoke “but I really want to figure this out with you. Just don’t keep anything hidden from me, you know you can just talk to me.” You finished with a smile on your face.

Azriel smiled instantly at your words and before you could process it he picked you up and spun you around. As he was holding you he leaned in and kissed you. You were very surprised at the immediate affection from him but you weren’t gonna fight it because you had been dreaming of this day since you met him.

As he set you down he pulled back and was about to apologize but then he noticed the blush on your cheeks that spread to your ears. “We can talk about everything and anything you want.” He said instead

“Oh really? Then how about you tell me how it went back at the camp I grew up in when you were there to settle things.” You asked with a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Ok anything but that” Azriel responded with a chuckle, and it was the most beautiful sound you ever heard.

Maybe you two could get over this and have a beautiful life together and by the cauldron you sure hoped so.

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[ghostlygeto]

elevator | james wilson

pairing: james wilson x fem!reader

warnings: more selfship! it’s all i write basically hehe, forced proximity, reader is referred to w she/her, reader is snippy and wilson is awkward, no romance just awkwardness, reading panics a little cos in small space, wilson comforts her, HAPPY ENDING :D but not romance. house’s shenanigans. not proof read….

word count: 2.1k

it was simple. walk from the morgue to the elevator, get off on the first floor, go to your car. at least it should be that easy. though for some reason this was always the hardest part of your day. it was the time you’re the most likely to see wilson, which made it the hardest.

you checked your phone, the time reading 10:07pm. technically he should be home by now. he usually tried to get all his things done and leave by 7:45pm. at least he used to. you hadn’t spoken to him in ages, not since the night you called him crying. but that was close to a year and a half ago now, maybe even two. you tried not to keep track, you realized after awhile that it caused more harm than good.

regardless, you make your way toward the elevator. first before you can leave you have to stop by house’s office, as he requested an autopsy report on one of the bodies recently brought down (why didn’t he do it himself you would never understand) and requested it be hand delivered, of course. you weren’t sure when you started giving in to his obscene requests and dealing with his sub-par personality again but you had, and unfortunately you weren’t hating it.

in a way it brought a sense of normalcy back. as much as you may hate to admit it.

“house,” you pushed his office door open, a little surprised to still see him here. “here’s the autopsy report you asked for.” you held up the folder and set it down on his desk. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“yep. tomorrow.” house raised his eyebrows and gave a fake smile, “have a good night!” there was something hidden in his tone, but you chose to ignore that for the time being. it didn’t matter now, you were going home. that is what mattered right now.

you turned your back to him, trying not to overthink the way that house was talking. you had known house long enough to know that most of the time he had ulterior motives. rarely did they include you, but you knew better than to think you were safe.

you pushed the elevator button to take you to the main floor, sighing as you heard footsteps behind you. because of course you couldn’t just ride the elevator on your own. the universe just didn’t work that way, not for you.

the elevator doors opened and it wasn’t until you pushed the lobby button that you saw the other person in the elevator.

“wilson,” you nod your head, forcing a smile as a greeting. the elevator ride would be two minutes, max. but god the idea of having to stand here with him for even that long made your stomach churn.

it’s not like it was your first time seeing him in three years. you work in the same building; even if he is on the fifth floor and you’re in the basement there are moments of overlap. catching glimpses of each other in the corner of your eyes or seeing each other in the cafeteria. but it was your frist time being in such close quarters to each other as soon as the doors closed you felt like you were suffocating. it was miserable.

wilson didn’t say anything in response. you didn’t turn to look at him, but you can imagine that he had his brows furrowed trying to figure out what you were doing on the fifth floor and what he could say to you to make things feel less tense. the answer to the second question was nothing.

“it’s late, what are you-” wilson’s sentence was cut off by the shake of the elevator stopping. both of your eyes shot up to the screen that showed what floor you were on, but it just flashed it’s lights at you.

great. of course the elevator decided to get stuck right now, at 10pm, when you were alone with wilson.

“are you serious,” you grumbled, hitting the door with the palm of your hand a few times before repeatedly pressing the lobby button. “of course this would happen. just my luck.” you rested your forehead on the cool metal, trying to calm yourself down. this was fine. everything is fine.

“i’m sure whatever the issue is they’ll have fixed soon.” wilson attempted to comfort you, knowing you already hate elevators as-is. he couldn’t have known that his words were only going to make you feel worse, the very sound of his voice making your stomach churn.

“right.” you nodded, correcting your posture and moving away from the door. the two of you stood in silence for two minutes before you gave in and sat down, putting your head between your knees.

wilson watched you carefully, clearing his throat and beginning to speak as he did so. “so, y/n. how- how have things been?”

“i’d prefer if you call me l/n,” you answer quickly, “things have been fine. i’m fine.” you could see the way he frowned from the corner of your eye when you asked him to call you by your last name. you didn’t want to have conversation, and you didn’t want him to treat you like a friend. because you were coworkers. nothing more, nothing less.

“don’t be that way,” he sighed, leaning against the opposite elevator wall and sinking to the ground. “you’re seriously going to make me call you by your last name?”

“why would you call me anything else?” you ask, tone harsher than intended. why were you being this way? maybe it was a defense mechanism, “you don’t call house greg, and he’s your best friend. i don’t see why you’d call me anything other than l/n. we’re coworkers.”

coworkers. that drew a scoff from wilson, “coworkers? that’s how you want to describe us?” wilson looked away from you for a second before running a hand through his hair. “i guess not talking for close to three years does take us back to square one. you’re right.”

“don’t do that,” you sneer, looking at him to meet his questioning gaze. “don’t say the you’re right thing to me. you only say that when you have something else to say. if you’re thinking something, just say it, wilson.”

wilson looked at you bewildered for a second before laughing, “jeez, you really still know me that well?” he shook his head, “i don’t think time can turn us back into coworkers, is all. i don’t think we’ll ever be back to just that.”

“strangers, then?” you offer, uncharacteristically cold. maybe you’d been spending too much time around dead people to remember how to socialize properly. or worse, too much time with house.

“quit being like that.” he shook his head at you, “just because we haven’t spoke doesn’t erase all our history as friends and…” he fell silent for a second before clearing his throat again. “beside the point, we aren’t strangers or just coworkers and you know that, l/n.”

you wanted to argue with him more, but you didn’t have it in you. not when you felt like the walls were shrinking with every breath you took. “fine.” you didn’t say anything else for a few seconds before speaking up again. “how’s your wife?”

wilson stiffened. bad, then.

“we actually never got married. she decided a few months before the wedding that she couldn’t handle being married to a man who is at work so much.” wilson rolled his eyes, “as if she didn’t have all the time in the world to decide that. had to wait until we were about to get married, right? how are things with your boyfriend?”

“i broke up with him shortly after…” you paused, knowing that the answer was shortly after the phonecall you two shared god knows how long ago. “i told my therapist about him, and she said that i should be with people who make me happy. not miserable. so i broke up with him.”

“i see.” wilson nodded, picking up on the fact that you were keeping part of the information from him. it didn’t matter, though, it wasn’t really his business. aside from the fact that he still cared about you, he had no reason to push for more details. “good for you, then.”

silence overcame the two of you once again, looking at the clock on your phone in hopes that it would somehow make the elevator magically work again.

it didn’t.

“it’s been ten minutes,” you groan, “what is taking them so long? you don’t think we’re like…stuck stuck do you?” you looked over at him, panic filled eyes as the thought sneaks its way into your head.

“why, you have somewhere important to be?” he raised an eyebrow before getting serious. “no, if we were stuck stuck i think cuddy would’ve called one of us by now. probably just an issue with something electrical. we’ll be out of here soon.”

you sigh, resting your cheek on your knee. “i have no one to be other than my bed it’s just…” you wonder if saying this is the right thing, but it seemed there was nothing better to do than to talk to each other. “being around you is hard. i feel like i’m going to explode. i want to explode.” you look at him, the slightly bewildered look making a smile creep up on you. “and making stupid small talk is killing me. it’s hard to be normal around you because i’m not sure what normal should be with us.”

wilson paused for a second. to be honest, he also didn’t know what normal was supposed to be between the two of you. but he wanted you to be comfortable with him. at the very least he wanted to be friends again. “i don’t know either. but we won’t know until we try, right? even if we have to relearn what normal means for us. we can do it. i’m- i’m willing to try. for you.”

“quit looking at me like that,” you roll your eyes a little, almost laughing as he feigns offense. “i suppose, maybe, i’d be willing to try and relearn. for you.”

a smile broke out on wilson’s face as his shoulders dropped, relief clear in his eyes. “things’ll be good. being friends will be good.” he sounded like he was trying to assure both of you (because he was) of the fact.

it seemed on cue that as you two made amends, the elevator started working again. you both sighed happily and stood from your places on the floor, relieved to be out of the metal death trap.

“i’m never getting in another elevator,” you mumbled, dusting any debris off your lab coat as the door opened. “i’ll see you soon, james.” you waved to him, quickly making your way out of the building and to your car. you passed house on the way, silently wondering how long he had been waiting in the lobby for wilson.

“so,” house tapped his cane against the ground as he approached wilson, watching you walk away. “how’d it go in there?”

“you had something to do with the elevator?” wilson wanted to be surprised, but at this point he was so used to house’s antics that he should’ve guessed it from the start. “you are unbelievable. you know she hates small spaces, you could’ve caused her serious issues-”

“but you were there with her. she would’ve been fine.” house rolled his eyes as the two of them started walking, “i was tired of both of you moping around. it was clear neither of you were going to make the effort, so i did it for you.”

wilson looked to his older friend bewildered, “you did something for the better of two other people? and you don’t get anything out of it? jeez, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you were a clone.”

“i am a clone,” house replied quickly, “and i do get something out of it. i get to be done hearing your longing sighs as you watch her walk past, and i get to stop seeing her stupid pouty eyes when she sees you in the cafeteria.” he paused, “do you want to get something to eat?”

“sure, house.” wilson accepted the offer, despite knowing he’d probably be the one to pay. “whatever you say.”

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[komoboko]

okie hihi its me again, I'll resending the request plantonic with teen-reader and (fatherfigure)kokupuffs

It will be simple same sitution with tanjiro and nezuko, but differeny dymanic, kokupuffs trained reader with his moon breathing(as a spy in the corps), and he continues teaching them until somewhere along the year, he grow attach to them so he discards the die of the spy in the corps and continues to train and raise reader, and reader grow wonderfully, time skip- reader hearing about what happened to tanjiro in hashira meeting, and just have a blow oit panic attack, what if someone found out their teacher(father) is a demon? a upper rank one? and just kokushibo comforting them quietly, pat pat the head of smt.

just fatherly love.

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

Platonic kokushibo tsugikuni x teen!reader

I wrote this three different times to get to the same ending the writing block is killing me

Your method of training was much more unconditional compared to any other slayer to say the least.

You still learned all the basic, excelled well in them to. Techniques came much easier to you and you had a great mentor, it was only the little things that made it different. Maybe the small part that you started to adapt moon breathing into your skills, a breathing style not picked up or used by slayers for a long time. That’s fine, maybe you were just ahead of your game.

Maybe it was the fact that you mentor just happened to be a demon, an upper moon. Which demons are obviously prohibited in the corps, but upperanks specifically? If they even find out about it they’ll be hunt down and hopefully executed immediately. That’s not to good is it..

Kokushibo was an interesting man. His way of going about things is different, this thought process is different, his entire body structure is different. Everything about him was strange. Some ways it still surprises you that he even decided to help you in the first place.

He never planned keeping you around for this long in the first place. It was only so he could blend in with the rest of the slayers nearby, making him less suspicious in case anything happened. He trained you for a while, he was more surprised by how quickly you grown. He didn’t expect himself to grow attached to you. He tried to fight it off for a while he really did but it just wouldn’t work.

So reluctantly he persisted, trained you much longer than a spy mission would require. As much as he denies it he can’t say he doesn’t look out for you. He’ll tell you it’s nothing and you’ll just need to repay him for doing this but you know he doesn’t want anything from you in return. He’s surprised at how far you’ve grown in moon breathing. He’s proud of your growth and he doesn’t regret taking you in while he could.

You’ve been practicing for awhile with kokushibo and with others in the corps. You wouldn’t ever tell them how you learned it, you’d just tell them it came natural to you. That’s all the information they need to know, especially after what you seen today.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop you just happen to be in the area at the same moment and the same time. The new boy you seen at the corps was outed for smuggling a demon, having been protecting his little sister in the giant box he carried around. You could sympathize for him as you had your own situation with handling a demon. You couldn’t blame him for his actions, but you’d never say this out loud. You wouldn’t dare.

It surprised you how harsh the boy was treated, even more so at how his little sister was treated. It brought you even more fear at realize the repercussions of anybody finding out how you’ve even trained. Seeing how bad this boy was treated despise being here for such little time, it would be devastating if they figured out how long this “scandal” has been going on.

Panic soon began to consume you as your breathing picked up and your eyes widen more as you darted off. Running into the woods in no particular direction as your breathing soon became much more intense as fear only seemed to control your actions even more. Your body leans up against a tree as you slowly shuffle down. Your knees pressed to your chest as you stare at the leaves on the grassy floor.

You were unaware of kokushibo presence who awkwardly stood behind the tree. He was aware of the demon child and its slayer brother as muzan had informed him. Your mumbling only confirmed his suspicions on what he believed happened. He walks to stand beside you unsure if the first way to approach this, he never needed to really comfort you in this manor. The only time he did so was to motivate you to train more, nothing like this.

His hands finds it way to the top of your head as he stiffly attempts to pat your head to comfort you. You only stare up at him as your distress is still present, “what if they find out? Especially if they realize hiw long this has been going on?!” You mumble as the fear in your voice is evident. Kokushibo only shakes his head at you to stop yourself from continuing on.

“Nonsense child, mortals like you are easy to deceive. If they ever do I..” he stops himself he can’t tell you he would kill them, it would only cause you to fall deeper into despair than you already are. “I will personally come to defend your honor.” He finishes his sentence before looking down at you again, hoping to bring you so firm of closure.

You couldn’t help but still fear some fear, no matter how calming the demon’s words were meant to be. “I know I know, but if they even find out for a second I’d be cursed. Banished from the corps, I’d be persecuted by every slayer around. It would be an unforgivable action possibly.” You ramble out as kokushibo only kneels down to get closer to your eye level. Before you can continue he only stops you before you can say more.”

“Being a child like yourself should not be some sort a sin.” He states staring back at you with all six of his eyes. “If they even have any theory of you working under me I shall take the weight and th blame. A child like yourself shouldn’t and won’t feel any remorse nor any pain. I will make sure of this myself.” His words are meaningful in deep despite the strange way he puts it.

Your eyes only drift back to the ground as silence falls between the two of you. Your knees shift before your head turns to look at kokushibo. Who can tell hopes you understand what he was trying to tell you. He shifts as he stares out into the distance becoming stiff when he feels a pair of arms around him. He blinks when you hug him not very sure on how to react quickly.

He sits still for a moment before slowly just letting you hug him. One of his arms wrap around you in hopes to comfort you a little bit more. He feels you calming down more and it eases him to know your original state of panic washes away. Even to this day despite how long he’s been strolling the earth he does not get why he feels any attachment towards you in the first place. Never the less he embraces it.

You on the other hand are grateful for his presence just being here with you in the first place. You know he’s gonna go on with his “mortals are insignificant” and his “humans are so stubborn and so weak at the same time” rambles later on. You can appreciate him being here to give you his piece of mind now and to really tell you he’s here for you even if he can’t express it right.

Your mentor still is pretty weird, immoral to others. You can’t say you don’t appreciate him being him whether others will like it or not.

[taedsyh]

⛈ König doesn't want to be friends with you, but you only see him as a good friend. He must face the facts.

You were arguing with your co-worker and wanted to remind him that you are just friends.

He said nothing, standing in front of the chair you sat in. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his sniper hood still on, hiding his face except for his eyes.

His eyes were filled with tension as he stared at you, and the silence was uncomfortable. He had always been quiet, never speaking much outside of missions when you worked together.

He finally spoke, “We aren’t friends.” His voice was still stern and cold, a harsh edge to it.

“No.” He took a step closer, his towering 6’7” frame looming over you. Still not looking away from you, he said, “We are not friends. We work together and that’s where it ends.

“Hearing you consider us as friends is a bit strange.” He sounded slightly irritated, making his stern tone clear.

The way he talked about being friends almost made you feel bad. He was being harsh and cold, not the silent and reserved man you were used to.

He took a step forward, “You should be in bed by now, it’s past your curfew.”

He shifted slightly, his sniper hood still covering most of his face except for his eyes. He repeated. “No, we are not friends.”

His voice was cold and his expression seemed distant. It was difficult to read his emotions through the sniper hood.

“Why are you asking?"

He was silent for a moment, his expression still seemed unemotional despite the fact that you could feel there were strong feelings within him.

“We are colleagues, we are not friends.” He emphasized the last word.

He stepped forward, moving closer to you on the bed as he leaned in toward you.

"Don't think otherwise."

He seemed almost annoyed that you ever thought of him as your friend, and you couldn’t understand why.

“Go to sleep, that’s an order.” He straightened himself up and seemed like he wanted to leave, but something was holding him back, something about you.

His lips were curled in annoyance as he took a seat again on the other side of the bed, moving to sit beside you.

You could feel his anger, but you didn’t understand why he was so upset with you for thinking you were friends.

“I’m mad at you, you should be able to figure that out on your own.” He said sternly.

His arms remained crossed in front of his chest and his sniper hood hid most of his face as he looked over at you.

He seemed completely disconnected from you, it was odd considering how close you two worked together as partners. Despite him working with you almost daily, you realized you knew very little about his feelings and the emotions he hid from you.

He remained silent for a moment, his expression unchanging and his thoughts hidden.

He looked back over at you and sighed, he was clearly still upset with you.

“Sleep well, fraulein.” he said, his Austrian accent more pronounced. He leaned back, the sniper hood covering his face again, but you could see part of his lips curled into a smirk.

It was difficult to tell if he was joking or not.

He watched you get in bed quietly, his silence more apparent than his words. He leaned against the wall, staring at you, his expression was unemotional again and impossible to read.

His eyes remained glued to you as you lay in bed. His gaze didn't move.

He was still sitting against the wall and his sniper hood covered most of his face. His tone sounded genuine when he said that.

It was odd, he'd never acted this way before, and it seemed like his mood flipped within an instant. What would make him so protective of you?

He said nothing but remained in the room, still watching you.

Every once in awhile you'd peek out and see that he hasn't moved. His expression remained unemotional, but he was still there. Watching. Protecting.

"I will watch you until you fall asleep." His voice was cold, and there was an edge to it.

He wasn't backing down and you started to get a strange feeling from him. His eyes were locked on you and he was silent again, but you could feel his presence in the room.

"I need to make sure you're safe," he said simply as he kept watching.

Your heart pounded as you peeked out of the duvet at him and saw the expressionless stare of his eyes still locked on you.

You couldn't understand why his attitude toward you changed like this, and you were beginning to worry.

"You need to stay safe." He kept watching you, his arms still crossed.

He didn't even seem tired or like he was falling asleep at all. What would make him worry about you so much? You couldn't understand it, and you were beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Get back into bed." His face remained calm despite the harshness of his voice.

He was watching you with those sharp eyes of his as his expressionless face stared at you. It felt like he was waiting for you to do something, or something to happen.

But he wasn't going anywhere either, he just kept watching you, as if guarding you.

I got up completely out of bed and stood in front of him. Because of his tall stature, I had to lift my head to look at his face.

"Why are you acting like this, König? I always thought we got on well and were friends. Why are you watching me sleep after you said we weren't even friends?" You expected to be yelled at but instead he said something you didn't expect.

"I lied." His voice sounded cold and distant.

He moved his sniper hood, finally revealing his expression and you could see in his eyes there was a spark of interest and maybe something deeper.

"You are my friend."

It was quiet for a moment, "Sit down." He pointed at the bed.

He thought for a moment before speaking again. "It's difficult for me to explain."

It was like he was struggling to say anything at all, to find the words that would make what he wanted to say understandable. But it was something he had to say.

"You are my friend... or more than that."

It was quiet for a moment until his eyes met your gaze, "You know what I mean."

"I'm in love with you."

He spoke calmly, but his eyes were filled with so much emotion that his expression seemed to go deeper than you've ever seen it before.

You could see how hard it was for him to try and say those words. He seemed so nervous now that you knew.

He was waiting for you to say something back, but he seemed unsure of what he should do when you didn't say anything.

"Say something." He whispered, his voice sounded deeper and huskier than you'd heard it before.

He was leaning towards you now, his sniper hood completely off of his head to reveal his handsome face. His eyes were locked on yours, and you could feel his breath against your neck.

He was waiting for you to say something.

There was a moment of silence before he responded, "You... you do not feel the same about me?"

His face softened as he spoke, there was sadness in his eyes.

“König... you're my friend. I'm sorry but that's all. I care about you so much and I don't want to break your heart... but you should know that I only love you as a friend.”

He was quiet for a moment, "Fine, I understand."

But there was disappointment in his voice now. He didn't seem to want to admit it, but it was clearly affecting him.

His expression seemed distant again, like he was trying to hide his emotions from you.

He was still quiet, but it was difficult to read his expression with his face hidden in the dark.

"I still don't think you understand how much I care for you," he spoke softly and it was difficult to tell whether he was upset or disappointed.

He was quiet for a moment. But you could feel his emotions shifting, they were difficult to read without seeing his face, but it was clear that there was a strong feeling inside of him.

Suddenly, he moved away from you a little.

His words seemed to sink in now as you saw the disappointment in his expression.

He still didn't want to say anything, his face was impossible to read, but you could see it in his eyes.

"I'll leave you be then, goodnight," he said coldly.

He looked away again, staring at the wall and letting out a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry...”

He knew that the moment was over and he couldn't do anything about it, "Fine."

He stood up and moved toward the door.

I guess he'll cry later when he's alone.

I would never reject him. I don't know why I'm writing this 😣

・❥・English is not my native language, sorry if I made mistakes.

[sanrioluver222]

Last goodbye:

cole cassidy x gn reader, angst, inspired by last goodbye by jeff buckley :3

You and Cassidy sat face to face. Your face wet with tears. Cole had just broken the news.

“I’m sorry darling, this is our last goodbye.”

He wiped the tears off your face. He hated seeing you in this state. He never wanted you to cry but he knew it was right.

Just a couple months ago you and Cole started dating. Soft and sweet and he never wanted you to find out about his past. He was over it, apart of overwatch now.

After a couple months of dating he felt guilty. He never wanted to hurt you nor did he want you to get hurt. But his past came back to haunt him.

On the train on day out, you say on a train. Face to face, just talking. You had convinced Cole to take a train to a different city. Just for the day. Cole had been wanted in the town near where you were going but brushed it off.

Nothing would happen…right?

There you were talking. He held your hand and slightly caressed them. As you chatted he admired you, your face, your voice, your cute outfit. He just adored you.

Cole looked up, just for a second. He saw someone he recognized. Deadlock members. Fuck.

He knew it was a matter for seconds before they realized he was there. And he knew they were angry.

And just as he knew it. His world crashed.

Ashe finally noticed Cole. Her eyes meeting your figure. Her eyes furrowed, she knew that Cassidy would never admit to his past and she knew she had a feeling of anger towards Cassidy.

She stood up, the rest followed in pursuit. She walked up to you guys. Your eyes meet hers. A confused looked appeared on your face.

“Cole Cassidy.” she says with her country tongue.

You looked at him, your eyes confused. His mouth was slightly parted. He was very worried.

“Ashe..” His voice was small.

Her eyes furrowed. The annoyance in her face was evident. Cole knew what she was up to.

As the Clock striked the hour. It was time.

Ashe smirked as she sat next to you.

“Hey there pudding, names Ashe. I’ve known Cassidy here for awhile.” she nods.

You were nervous, sure. Cassidy could tell it on your face. And of course so could Ashe.

Ashe smirked. She knew she had Cassidy in a corner.

“Yeah me and Cole we’ve been tight. Well used to be until he left Deadlock. But don’t worry, i’m not mad.” she gave a small smile.

You looked at Cole confused. He couldn’t look you in your eyes.

After the train ride you got off at your destination. Silently you took a taxi towards your hotel. After Ashe left he promised to tell you everything.

In your mind you were stuck, scared, and nervous of the outcome.

Cassidy knew that after this he couldn’t risk being with you when he was still being hunted down. He felt it was stupid to even think that this could work.

I mean he barely had time for you. You were amazing but he felt he didn’t truly deserve your sweet stature and amazing soul.

As you arrived in your room, it was incredibly tense. Your stomach felt like it had a pit and you were confused and hurt.

You both sat on the bed facing each other.

He sighed. “Before overwatch, I was in a gang.”

He started. You stayed silent taking in the information.

“When in this gang i was a criminal to say the least. I would steal and i have many crimes to my name.”

You were shocked. This wasn’t the Cole Cassidy you thought you were dating.

“And because of these crimes i was supposed to go to jail serve my time but thanks to overwatch I got out of it.”

He paused for a second.

“Sweetheart I love you so much but I can’t risk this anymore. With my past and everything. You’re precious cargo.”

The tears poured down your face. God why did this hurt so bad. It had only been a couple months. How did it end up this way?

Cassidy pulled you into his arms. He rubbed your back. He knew this wouldn’t help in the long run but he wanted to hold you. For the last time.

He laid his head on top of yours. He whispered comforting things in your ears. He truly felt awful.

The tears pooled in his eyes.

You looked up at him.

“Kiss me, please kiss me.”

You pleaded. You needed to feel him just one more time. He hesitated before leaning in placing a soft kiss on your lips.

It was passionate. He had never felt this way about anyone else.

He pulled away slowly.

“I can’t, i’ll only make you cry. This is our last goodbye.”

You shook your head. You laid your head against his chest. He sighed again resting his hands around your waist. He knew you wouldn’t accept it. Not now anyway.

In the morning he would be gone, given you the money in his wallet and would eventually ship your things back.

Early morning the sun peered through the window. You were crying most of the night. Cole just rubbing your back till you fell back asleep. It was really harding leaving you but he knew he had to. If not to keep you safe but to prevent himself from getting too attached.

You were his number one priority.

When you woke up your noticed breakfast on the table. You sat with Cassidy silently eating. Your soft eyes tear stained.

He knew it was soon that he had to go. You would take the train back home. Return home to an empty house without Cole there. The bed, couch, hell even you still lingering his scent.

As you ate, you avoided eye contact. You tried not to sob right there.

As you finished up. You both grabbed your stuff. Nothing taken out or messed up. Cassidy grabbed his wallet and handed you most of the money in his wallet. You shook your head denying it but he insisted of course.

You took it by force. You looked up at him.

“Well, This is our last embrace.” you said shakily.

He pulled you in for one last hug. He held you for minutes on end, both of you not wanting to let go.

“It’s over, just hear this and then i’ll go.” he said, his voice breaking.

“You gave more to live for, more than you’ll ever know.”

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a/n: first real fic hope it was alright. i love you jeff buckley listen to this song please it’s amazing.

[ultralightpoe]

Final Girl Part 3 -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: I wrote this awhile back, clearing out my drafts. Hope you enjoy !

Word Count:4822

Warnings: stabbing, hints of smut but not really.

Part One Here...... Part Two Here

(Thank you for the gif @feodor-dostoevsky)

Enjoy!

There was nothing ‘cool’ or ‘awesome’ about the movie Slashed anymore.

In fact as Eddie Munson sat between Dustin and Lucas while the film played on the tv before them he could barely stop the anger that coursed under his veins at every turn. That was you. This entire time his crush on the actress that played k/y/n had been a knockoff version of you.

He watches with his jaw clenched so hard his teeth begin to ache as the main character screams while the masked killer begins fighting to open the car door. The actress crawls along the console to get to the other window, and this part she rolls the window down but only half way so she could climb out. Her panties flash and the killer sinks his knife into the meat of her thighs. 

Eddie’s mind flares, the memory of the scar on your leg the day he brought you dinner, right fucking there. It had looked like a knife had slashed its way down your thigh and the scar itself was still brash against your skin. Bumpy and noticeable. And though he never thought anything bad of it before right now he hated the scar. He hated how you managed to get it and he hated that this movie would make a mockery out of you. Would make a mockery out of his girl. 

“What a bimbo!” Mike laughs out, shaking his head. “Open the door and run. Jesus this girl is stupid.” 

“Do you think the real girl was stupid enough to do-“ Will starts before Eddie snaps out “Shut. Up.” 

Steve, who was normally the first to tell one of them shut up in any given situation, looks over at Eddie with wide eyes and a shocked look. He mouths a “you okay?” and Eddie chooses to act like he hadn’t seen it because the truth was he wasn’t okay and everyone in this room knew something was off.

He had tried calling you numerous times, and had even stopped by your dorm more times than he could count. Desperate to see you, desperate to explain the shirt and explain that he had no idea what was going on. 

It didn’t take much to figure out what you had scrambled together that night. Everyone was talking about you, talking about the final girl on campus and dashing to get a picture and he had shown up wearing a shirt that had that stupid fucking mask on it and- Jesus just thinking about it had his heart lurching through his throat as he rubbed at his face aggressively. He hadn’t gotten much sleep since. 

Your roommate had explained that under the circumstances the school allowed you take finals early and head home for winter break, and Eddie was absolutely disgusted to realize that this was the first time he had ever seen a dash of excitement on your roommates face regarding you. Of course she would be the one to hate you until you because a popular name.  What a bit-

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” The lead actor in the movie wails out in pain, now fully unmasked and holding his side from where the actress had managed to stab him. 

All he could see was you, you covered in blood with tears streaming down your face. You limping from the injury on your leg as you circled around getting ready for the killers next attack. 

All he could see was you. 

He wanted to make it all go away, to be there and protect you from everything. Kiss away all the pain and hold you close enough that your bodies might as well morph together. He wanted you, and after weeks of not being near you he found that he couldn’t breathe or think straight. 

It was like someone had cut off his oxygen the second you dashed away from him. 

The main actor playing Billy begins taunting the actress- you- and laughing. Laughing on her pain and how he has used her just mere hours before and Eddie thinks he’s going to throw up. Heat flashes through him as a tight pain sears through his chest while he fights back the urge to puke, his hands raveling into tight fists. 

He used you. He used his girl. 

He had taken something from you that you would never get back and made it into a weapon. Blind rage fills his body as he gets up, angrily slamming the dial and turning the tv off before moving to the kitchen and beginning to angrily clean up everything they had used tonight. 

His body sings as he slams the pots and pans from dinner into the sink, each bang giving him a little sense of pleasure. The spoons follow next and more and more until he can finally start scrubbing them clean. Scrubbing inch by inch, getting every spec of something off the dishes as someone makes an appearance in the kitchen. 

He expects it to be Steve or Dustin, coming in to make some annoying remark on his attitude, so he chooses to stare at the fake tile the apartment manager had put up for his uncle when he was moved in. He stares and stares and stares, seeing the light from the kitchen flash from it. 

“Munson.” Eddie is shocked to hear a female voice, strong and i breaking rather than the voice of his 2 dumbass friends, whipping around to face none other than Nancy Wheeler. 

Eddie had been a little shocked when he saw her the first time tonight, because Nancy Wheeler looked different. From what Eddie could understand from her letters she had dropped both Steve and Jonathan and chose to move to college and build a better future and it showed. Her hair was perfectly done, she dressed in flattering outfits that fit her well and she stood a little taller. No more will they won’t they bullshit and Nancy was growing into the smartest person Eddie knew. She always had been but he would never admit that to her. 

“Wheeler.” He sighs back, casting his eyes back to the dishes before him. He didn’t want to talk about this, didn’t even know how he could explain any of it to her. 

“You know I love your letters, I’m glad you still write with me.” She smiles, moving closer. “But something has been off about your past letters.” 

“Oh yeah? You finally realize I’m illiterate?” 

“Close, but I’ve always known that.” She teases which forces a small smile on Eddie’s face as well. “You just seemed…. Happier. I was always worried about you in the beginning because of what you went through and your letters, although you tried to make it sound like you were having fun, you just seemed miserable. But then it changed, and you started writing about the pretty girl from your English class and the next thing I knew it was like your letters lit up.” 

His mouth goes dry, and he can’t pull himself together long enough to look at her. “I didn’t know you could tell.” 

“I knew you didn’t want me to know.” 

“What about it?” He finally asks. 

She doesn’t say anything for a minute, and he finally looks up at her to see that she’s pulling a newspaper from behind her back and setting it on the counter quickly. “I know the editor for your colleges newsletters.” 

There you were. After weeks of not seeing your face he feels the breath of fresh air, his lungs expanding as he snatches the paper to pull the photo of you smiling a little closer to him. Just like that he felt like he was in your dorm again, laying with you while you both laughed at something. Your roommate, or maybe your teachers accent, maybe the jock that works at your shared pizza spot and never seems to know what to say. 

It takes him a moment to drag his eyes away from the photo and read along the lines printed, seeing how they found out made his jaw clench one more time. An “anonymous source” recognized you from the newspaper and had to tell the world. Then the source explains that he also recognized that you were on a date with the ‘Metalhead that can never brush his hair’. Low blow. 

“You recognized me because the metal head comment?” 

“I recognized the girl you described. The metalhead comment just cemented my belief.”

“What about it?”

“Well I’m using my power of deduction to assume that something happened and you’re mad about the movie-“ A deep sigh falls from his lips before he nods and moves to face her fully. 

He explains what happened and Nancy is a great listener, and once he is done she merely nods before a smile breaks out across her face. “This is so perfect for you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean with everything that we went through and everything that you specifically went through we never find people that can handle our trauma-“

“Therapist Nancy is in the building.” 

“And this is a beautiful person that, although she doesn’t understand our trauma, understands trauma on her own and-“ She takes a deep breath in before looking at him with such excitement it made his stomach ache. “You just seem so much better, you seem happier. I haven’t seen you rub your side once.” 

His heart stops, ringed hand rushing up to rub his side, rubbing slow soft circles as he did so. She was right, since Eddie had been thinking about you so much he hadn’t had time to think about his side. Now that she’s mentioned it he can feel the full ache there, pulsing under his skin like another heartbeat.

“I just don’t know how to explain it. You know? To make her believe me.” 

“You’ve been collecting outcasts and misfits for as long as I can remember. You have the weirdest way of making the most shut down people I know break out of their shell. You will be just fine.” She smiles, leaning forward to kiss his cheek before heading back out to where the rest of the group had chosen to hide out and let him finish the dishes in silence. 

By the time he makes it back out to sit with them they are watching a comedy movie Steve had chosen, and Dustin is staring at Eddie with a highly confused look. But Eddie just attempts a smile at him, staring at the screen to ignore the rest of the world. 

- 

The rest of the break was spent catching up with Wayne and helping his uncle out with anything he needed, and when Eddie told him he would be going back a week early Wayne made sure he had everything he needed and the two parted ways with a tight hug before Eddie began his trip back. 

But there was one stop he had to make first, and his chest was tight just at the thought of it. 

He had one newspaper clipping, back from when he himself had been in the hospital, he had found it in a book Wayne had been reading then. It was folded up and used as a bookmark, half the words ineligible from the time used but he could still make out the town he needed from it. 

So he packed it all up, got directions and drove to find you. 

You had always told him stories about the town you grew up in, but he had never connected the dots, now as he drove past the welcoming signs it finally settled in. The diner your parents always took you to was right there. The school you went to was 3 blocks away. The cabin that changed your life, as he understood it, was an hour just into the woods. 

This was your town. 

His chest ached for Hawkins, a town he hadn’t seen in years since they moved him and his uncle away. Even spending winter break with his friends meant they had to go to a new town so no one would spot him. 

He had hated Hawkins, but that was his home. 

He stops at a red light, skin itching with excitement at the possibility of seeing you.  Even if you turned him away he would be able to spot you for just a second. That would make him feel better. 

A honk pulls his attention, making him defensive as he sits up, looking to see where it came from and finding quite the angry scene unfolding before him. A pedestrian had been walking and a car had honked, the two now sat cursing eachother out. Eddie watched, stuck due to the light, and turned his music down to concentrate more as he watched one of them slam his hand on the hood of the car in anger. There was something utterly familiar about him, one that he just couldn’t put his finger on. 

Before he think about it too much the light turned green and he drove off, casting one last look on their direction before he pulled over and asked for directions to your place. 

For a town known for a murder spree peopke seemed just fine handing out personal information and Eddie tried not to get too irritated or protective at that fact. Instead he drove slowly, trying to remember if the older gentleman had said red brick or 2 houses down from the red brick. 

He got his answer when he made it to the street, seeing a news van outside the red brick house as someone filmed in front of it. He parked, hopping out of his car and heading up, keeping his face turned away from the news caster as he knocked on the door softly. 

There was no answer and Eddie was beginning to believe his plan was useless and stupid. What are the chances that you are home right now? And what are the chances you would answer the door to him?

He knocks a second time anyways, heat traveling his skin in embarrassment at this whole idea when suddenly the door opens. It’s the smallest amount, but he recognizes your eyes immediately. They seem to narrow in on him and he finds himself holding his hands out in a surrender motion with a small smile. “I was hoping to explain myself.” 

“I don’t want to deal with some crazy stalker-“ you snap out, moving to close the door quickly before his hand is being shoved between so you can’t. It hits him and he gasps out in pain which makes you remove the pressure with a gasp of your own. “Are you crazy?! I could have broken your hand!” 

“I’m not a crazy stalker, I had no clue. Please just give me a moment to explain.” He sighs, “it’s not what it seems.” 

You both seem to have caught the news anchors attention, risking a side glance to where she is now standing and blinking slowly at you both. He stares back, giving her his best mean mug before he feels your hand snatch the front of his leather jacket and drag him in quickly. 

He trips over his own feet, reaching a hand up to grab your arm to stablize himself as you glare and shut the door. 

“I don’t recommend getting into with her, she will blast your ass across the news networks.” 

“The government would make her take it all down. I’m not really worried.” It’s meant to be a joke, something to ease the tension as you rubs soft circles on your arm, but you merely glare at him and he knows you didn’t get it. But his main concern is the bags under your tear stained eyes. “Have you been crying? When’s the last time you slept?” 

His hands fly to cradle your chin, rubbing soft circles on the skin, his rings glinting in the light of your living room. You seem to melt into his touch and he finds himself truly happy at the thought, moving closer to you. 

“I should be the one asking you that.” You snap, staring at his own bags. “You look like hell.” 

“I haven’t been sleeping. I’ve been caught up thinking about you and-“ 

“I know you didn’t know.” You blurt , cutting him off. “I know it, and part of me knew it then but I was panicked and embarrassed and I can’t believe I hit you. I….. oh my god I hit you in front of everyone and you-“

“I’m not mad. It’s not the first time I’ve been hit and I enjoyed the sting. Warmed my cheek up a little.” He teases and you shake your head. 

“Eddie. No. That wasn’t okay and I can’t believe I did that. You gotta know that I’m bad news, okay? You’re better off without me.” You rush out, head snapping a bit when you hear the news reporter speaking closer than she was before. He watches as you rush to lock the door before coming back to him and holding out a hand for him to grab, he takes it quickly and lets you lead him up the stairs. He can’t decide between staring at you and your beauty or admiring the house you grew up in. You decide for him when you lead him into a room and shut the door. 

“Sorry. They have the habit to peer through windows.” You explain, blushing bad as he scoffs. 

“They really do that? Fucking lunatics.” 

“Everyone wants to know the girl that-“ you cut yourself off, shaking your head. “You probably have questions. Ask away, ask anything. I owe you that.” 

His chest tightens painfully and his jaw clenches at your words, choosing to look around your room because he was too afraid to look you in the eyes. This entire room felt wrong, it didn’t feel like you….. well maybe a past version of yourself. One he hadn’t met, still happy and innocent in the world. Like your past had been frozen in place. 

He had his own version of this, his own room would have been stuck in the past if the police hadn’t snatched everything of his since it was a crime scene. 

“You don’t owe me anything.” He bites out. “Ever. I want you to open up to me when you’re ready, not because you feel guilty for something. If you’re in danger, on the other hand, then yes you need to tell me.” 

Still refusing to look at you as he runs his fingers over all your garments in the closet before walking by your desk and doing the same there. Humming a little when he sees a picture of you cheek to cheek with a cheerleader, both of you smiling ear to ear. 

“Mila.”

“Maya, actually.” You sigh. “Her name was Maya.” 

Nodding slowly, his stomach clenching in pain at your time as he turns to sit on your bed, finally facing you. 

“I have many many questions. But you do not owe me answers.”

“I want to answer them.” You smile slightly, walking forward ever so slowly. “Not because I owe you, I want a clean slate with you. You know all my secrets and I get to be myself.”

His hands reach out to grab your hips, pulling you softly into his hold as he peers up at you with his heart hammering through his chest. You peer down at him, obviously a little worried and he wants nothing more than to wipe that look off your face. 

“How about I go first?” He whispers, relieved when he sees the worry replace itself with confusion. Smiling from ear to ear as he slowly slides the leather jacket off before reaching down to pull his hellfire shirt over his head. His scars pull a bit as he reaches to do so, and the second the fabric is off him he watches your face intently, looking for any shred of disgust. 

He finds none, only a look of devastation as you reach slowly to rub your thumb along one. “Fire?” 

“No. Bats.” He smiles. 

“Bats?!”

“Bats.” 

“Bats?” 

“Yup..” 

“Like the Halloween version of birds?” 

“Weird way to describe them but I’ll allow it.” He scoffs, watching as you let your thumb follow the ridge of it. He doesn’t want to think about how soft your skin feels, or how gentle your being. 

“How do you get attacked by bats, plural and not just one?” You whisper, allowing him to reach up and pull you in by your hips until both your thighs were on either side of his, allowing you to straddle him. 

“It’s a long story. One that I really don’t think you’ll believe but I brought proof.” He mumbles, nose nudging your jaw. “And I’m hoping you’ll believe me.” 

-

The proof, which had been the tooth of a demobat, you had gotten freaked out and demanded he put it away which had made him laugh and shove it back in the pocket of his jeans. You spent the next hour asking him question after question, taking 5 minute breaks to kiss along his face whenever you thought his answer was painful. 

Finally it went back to you, and as much as he loved sharing the secret with you, Eddie found himself grateful that the pressure was off of him. He hated talking about it all. 

But now you were explaining your side of things, and he found that he truly didn’t feel much better as you went through the events of the night. 

You explained that you hadn’t slept with him that night but you had in the past, explaining how you had separated from Maya and the rest of the party because Billy had pulled you away to argue about your relationship. 

While you had been arguing with Billy his friend Stu had been killing people downstairs, your friends Maya and Paul included. 

He listened closely as you described seeing the mask for the first time and the terrifying dash for your life you had made, jumping off the roof to avoid him. How you tried the van to see if you could drive away, but another figure had found you and you were doing your best to escape over the console when he slashed your thigh but you still managed to get out of the car through the door. The final fight with them where you received the scar along your arm and your abdomen. You described finding Randy in the bushes as you waited outside man’s held onto his stab wound until the police arrived. At that point in the night you had been fully covered in blood, yours and your friends and the killers. The police had mistaken you and put you in handcuffs first while the paramedics were trying to rush you to the hospital. They only released you once they got Kelvins and Randy’s story. 

“I thought there had been four survivors?” 

“There was five of you include Gale and Dewey. She was a news anchor and he was the deputy of the time.” 

“And Kelvin was the one that sold the story? Wasn’t he dating Maya?” 

“Yes to both.” 

“Does that make you mad?” He whispers, tensing a bit when you begin caressing his side once more, letting your finger feel his scar like you were amazed by it. He fights the urge to bring a hand up and cover it, embarrassment clinging to him like dust to wet paint. 

“I try to think about it from his point of view…..” you start, your voice nothing but a whisper as your nose nearly touches his. From right here he can smell the your perfume perfectly, his thighs tensing as he feels his jeans tighten. “And then I always relent to anger, because he’s never tried to see it from my point of view and I’m the one that saved him.” 

Your finger slides from his scar up to his chest, rubbing at the collarbone there. “Do you ever get mad about it all?” 

“All the time. I think anger is the only thing that keeps me going sometimes” he admits, loving the way excitement sparks in your eyes. 

“You don’t think I’m a bad person for wanting to crack Kelvins nose in?” 

“Baby, I want to and I’m not even involved,” he laughs and before he knows it you are dragging him in for a heavy kiss, your hands woven in his hair as he moans a little into your mouth. 

“I want you.” You breathe out when you break from the kiss, moving off him a little to give him room to crawl back as you push him back slightly. 

He does what you want, smiling up at you as you tear off your shirt. 

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure about anything.” 

-

“This is so stupid.” Savannah Stevens snaps, slamming her car door and moving to the trunk to snatch the overpacked suitcase she took home for winter break. 

Arriving back to school a week early was absolutely dreadful, and not something she ever planned on doing. None of the other girls would be coming back until Friday which meant it would just be her and the freaky girl Lindsay who barely ever spoke. To nervous to make eye contact but her mom was a pledge so she got an easy way in. 

Savannah would be enjoying a nice hot dinner with her family right about now if her teacher hadn’t emailed her about a missing project that was worth 70 percent of her grade that semester. So she was forced to drive back to school and get it in before the new semester started. How lame. 

There was a million other things she’d rather be doing right now, and as she struggled to find the key to the sorority house she chose to try and forget about them. 

Frustration knaws at her as she cannot find the key, twisting the handle in a lame attempt to open it but shocked to find that it slides open easily. “Wow Lindsay.”

Nevermind people breaking in, Lindsay would just let them walk in, but the anger disappears when the warmth of the building engulfs her and she sighs in relief, stripping the jacket off and throwing it on the chair beside the door telling herself she would pick it up soon. 

“LINDSAY?!” She calls, looking around at all the lights that had been turned on in the home. Brittany was going to lose her shit at the electric bill. “LINDSAY!”

When she gets no answer she rolls her eyes, turning to lock the door before walking through and turning the lights off as she made her way to the room. 

Just as her hand hits the handle there is a shrill ring that breaks through the house, making her jump and turn to where one of the many landlines sat. “Swear to god if that’s Amy’s weird boyfriend….”

She picks it up anyways, sighing out as she answers “Hello?” 

“Hello….”

“Yes. Hello. How can I help you?”

“I was looking for someone.” The voice drawls out, slow and saccharine. “Think you might be able to help me?” 

“Who are you looking for?”

“Well that depends… do you think-“ 

“If you’re calling for your girlfriend she’s not here.” Savannah snaps, shaking her head. “Leave a name and I’ll write your message down.” 

“It’s Paul….” 

“Okay Paul,” she sighs. “Wait…. Like? Paul from English class? This is Savannah!” 

“You mean the cheerleader that sits in the front row?” 

“Yes, oh my god hi. I was actually scared for a second?” she laughs, hand falling on her chest as she breathed out. “Who are you calling for?” 

“You,” 

“Oh haha.” She giggles. “You calling for Lindsay?” 

“I’m calling for you.” The voice says, more serious. “Think you have a moment to talk? Or should you go and close the front door?” 

“What do you me-“ she begins to ask, walking to the staircase and stopping short when she sees the door that she locked wide open.

“What the fuck- how did- where the fuck are you Paul?” She snaps, instantly on edge as she whirls around to check around her. “This isn’t fucking funny.”

“What’s not funny about it?” 

“You think this is a fucking joke?! Huh?! I’ll tell Munson, and L/N. Yeah I’m their friend so why don’t you back the fuck off you freak!” 

“Munson huh? And just who is this Munson?”

“You need to BACK OFF!” She screams, dashing back down the hallway and looking for a spot to hide. “I’ll call the police and-“ 

Then he was there, in front of her, peering down at her through the mask. A loud scream tears it’s way out of her mouth as the assailant grabs her, plunging his knife deep into her abdomen. 

“I asked what was so funny?”

(Yeahhhhhh. Who do you think is the new ghostface? Scream 2 babiessssss. Once again I wrote this series awhile ago and just never published it.)

(Scream will not be the same without Melissa and Jenna, I will no longer be watching and as much as I love the series I urge anyone to stop streaming it for the time being.)

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Hi! I'm the same anon who asked about you writing for 2006's Billy!

If it's not too much to ask, I would like to request fem reader and Billy based/inspired by this deleted scene from the movie: https://youtu.be/dpk6BttmD1E?si=FyuTekOL3DU1TluC&t=279

Hope you get better soon, btw! <3

rat chat: this ask was from awhile ago, but I’m still sick, so thank you still for the wishes!! i hope this is enjoyable.

billy lenz x fem!reader | sfw |

the memory was faint. it was foggy around the edges, and hurt to focus on too much since it was during a time he had worked so hard to forget, but he could pick out some little details. he remembered not actually reading it; he just looked at the pictures and traced his fingertips over the pages. he liked the princess in the book. he remembered she pricked her finger, only a single drop of blood coming out before she fell into a deep slumber. he remembered it was a curse, whatever that really meant, and the only way to make her wake up was to kiss her. but, it had to be someone she loved, or else it wouldn’t work.

in his mind, in this moment, you were his sleeping beauty.

you laid facing away from him. it reminded him of his story book’s drawings, where the princess looked so fragile as she slumbered and waited for someone to come kiss her awake. he wondered if you were waiting for him. you had to be. in his mind, you had to have known what he was doing. you couldn’t just be sleeping, not someone like you, you had to know you were tempting him. you were bait to a trap you didn’t even know you had set.

he couldn’t help but pad across the floor, making sure to avoid any squeaky spots. he’d done this waltz a million times by now. he enjoyed watching you at night when your guard was down, and when you didn’t even know of the danger lurking in the corner of your room. it felt right. in these little moments, you were in your most natural state. you weren’t burdened by the world or by the fear that the man over the phone might make good on his promises- all you cared about was whatever you were dreaming out. he hoped it was him.

he found his place kneeling beside your bed. his hand inched up the side of it, gliding easily underneath the soft blanket, and up towards your figure. he watched your breathing, making sure it stayed slow and steady while his fingers connected with the fabric of your shirt. he nearly groaned, annoyed at how many layers were getting in his way, but he held back. instead, he gathered himself, and kept patient as his hand slid easily under the back of your top and finally connected with the warmth of your flesh.

for just a second, you stirred. it made him freeze up, and he had to hold himself back from ripping his arm away from you. if he had done that, you surely would’ve woken up. instead, he stilled himself, and breathed in perfect rhythm with you, until he saw you settle back down into your slumber. a soft sigh escaped his nose, and he continued his journey. his fingertips glided up your spine, running along the curve of your back and between your shoulder blades. he licked his lips, leaning further over the edge of the bed and towards your body.

he wanted so badly to just climb in with you. he wanted to cuddle up to your side, and squeeze you in his arms, and press his wet lips all over your skin. he wanted to watch you stir awake, and hear you scream and try to fight him off. he wanted to hold you, and squeeze the life out of you until you were nothing but a doll for him to snuggle. he wanted to kiss you, and see you wake up and realize it wasn’t a prince charming coming to rescue you. no, it was billy. billy was good too, wasn’t he? he’d be good for you, that’s for sure.

the thoughts made him salivate, and drool dripped down his chin. he ran his touch back down towards your waist, dipping just passed the waistband of your pyjama pants. he could feel the curve of your butt begin. he closed his eyes as he touched you, imagining what was underneath that blanket, and mapping out the image in his head.

though, once again, as he fiddled with the waistband of your pants at an attempt to fit more of his hand down, your breathing changed. he paused, watching you closely. this time you were awake. he could tell by the way you froze, body pulled taut due to his touch. you knew something was there, touching you, and your fight or flight response was delayed from fear.

billy held his breath, blinking in the dark. he couldn’t escape, there was no way. he needed to think, and fast. he held his hand as still as possible, shrinking silently back down to his knees at the edge of your bed. he made sure that he was hidden, at least somewhat, near the floor.

he didn’t expect you to sit up so suddenly, grabbing something from the table beside you. despite his own fear bubbling hot inside of him, he took the chance to slip away fully, and slide himself underneath your bed. he was lucky there was just enough room for him to scuttle to the middle, and clasp a hand over his mouth to keep himself completely quiet.

he heard the mattress over top of him creak with your weight. he liked the sound, wishing it was creaking for other reasons. he was sure you were looking around for him, probably curious as to where he had gone. part of him wanted to clamber out from under the bed, grab you by the ankles, and listen to you scream and kick at him. at least you’d be giving him attention. but once again, he restrained himself, and waited. you stood up, and he watched your feet closely as you paced around the room for a moment, before leaving out the door. he counted your footsteps down the hall and towards the stairs. you were most likely off to get a drink and cool down.

he took this opportunity to slither out from under the bed, and rush out back towards the attic. that was much too close of a call for him, but he knew it wouldn’t deter him from being back. he had to keep seeing his sleeping beauty, after all.

[georgiapeach30513]

A Little At A Time, Part 6

Summary:  How is yours and Andy’s relationship?

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, size kink, domestic kink, a bit of a breeding kink, slight dumbification, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.8K

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He didn’t know what you would be like. Would you run away and be scared? Would you be overly clingy? He knew nothing. But what he did know with every soft touch to your perfectly rounded ass you would snuggle in closer to his chest. You released the sweetest whimpers when he would kiss on your forehead.

Your body was craving him, and Andy liked it a bit too much. He never considered himself to be touch starved until this moment. It was a need for him to touch you, and care for you. A need to keep you safe and satiated. But he couldn’t predict how you would react when you weren’t slightly buzzed. When you came to and realized what had transpired between the two of you. He could hope that things would continue down the current path, but he just didn’t know.

You looked amazing naked in his bed. No space separated the two of you. One date and Andy was completely wrapped. He supposed he had been since you were looking for ice cream, and needed his help.  And the absolute animalistic feeling he had knowing that you had only felt him almost gave him a high.  This detail was spared by you until it was too late, but you didn’t seem to mind.  Had he known he would have kissed over your entire body.  Tasted your virgin cunt, and savored every bit of your honey.  Staring up at your blissed out face as me makes you come on his tongue and fingers before you ever felt the stretch of his cock.

It was almost cruel to you that you didn’t get treated special.  And then you hum in your sleep, a smile spreading across your face.  You were comfortable.  He didn’t know your full story, had never seen where you grew up, but he wanted to know everything.  Wanted to protect you from anyone that would hurt you, and was willing to change his location if you didn’t want to stay in Boston.  He knows it’s extreme, but if you would have him, he would go where you needed to be.

“Andrew Barber!” He frowns as you scoot further down the bed and away from him.  Rolling over to your belly, and your ass pokes up the blanket, but you were no longer using him as a pillow.  

“Andy!” Andy was in a trance, and ignoring the beating coming from the door as he tries to figure out a way to get you back on his body without waking you up.  The slow breathing of your sleeping form was making him more relaxed than he has ever felt in awhile.

“Andrew Stephan Barber if you don’t open this fucking door and tell me where my cousin is no one will ever be able to find your body!  Open the fucking door!”

“Oh, shit,” Andy groans, crawling out of the bed to slip on some sweatpants and a hoodie.  Dragging his feet to the door when Poppy bursts into the house.  “Good morning, Pops.”

“Where the hell is she?  She didn’t come home, and you’re just standing there looking like you just got out of bed.  Where is…” Poppy sniffs a few times, looking into the house and finding a few of your discarded clothes before smacking Andy on the arm.

The man complains a moment as he rubs on the tender area, “It smells like fucking sex in here.  What did you do?”

“You know, your cousin is an adult, and what she does in her consensual free time is her business.”

“You mother fucker!  You slept with her, didn’t you?  Andy, I told you she was special.  You don’t get to cram your dick in her to fill your need to be the conqueror.  She…where is she?”

“If you could lower your voice, that would be great.  She is asleep in my bed,” Poppy starts stomping through the house that she had only been at once.  The one time Andy tried to be the cool guy and threw a party only for him to kick everyone out.  “Poppy!  She’s,” Poppy slings open the bedroom door, and there you are curled up tighter than you were before.  You were cold, and needed his warmth, but that soft smile was still printed on your face.

“She looks happy,” Poppy whispers, and Andy reaches to close the door, guiding Poppy back down the hallway.  “She was naked, wasn’t she?”

“She fell asleep not long afterwards.  She was exhausted, and tired.  She’s still in one piece.  Now, if you could, I would like to make me and my girlfriend some breakfast.”

“How could you sleep with her after one date knowing she was a virgin?”

“I didn’t know.  She didn’t tell me, but I did let her lead this.  Even without knowing I could tell she was inexperienced, I just didn’t know she had no experience.  But I’m glad you think so little of me that you would think I would do anything to hurt any woman, especially her.  I wish I had known.  Things could have been different.  Is that what you meant by calling her special?” Poppy nods her head, deciding she wanted you to have every special moment that Andy was going to provide when you woke.  Backing up to the door, but looking towards his bedroom one last time.

“Protect her.  She believes in love.”

“So do I.”

“Her fiancé was an ass.  Thought that her virginity belonged to him, and…it’s not my story, Andy.  But she clearly trusts you a lot more than she did him.  They were together for three years, and she never had sex with him.  I want to trust you.  I need to trust you.  But I need you to protect her, and her heart.  Sex is different for her.  She doesn’t…she waited a long time.”

“Sex is different for me, too.  I don’t do well with one night stands.  I get attached.  I wouldn’t have wanted…I don’t want this to be casual with her.  Okay?  But it’s really weird to be talking about our sex life with you.”

“Girls talk about those things.  I’ll probably know your dick size by tomorrow,” Andy’s face falls flat as he stares at Poppy, but she giggles, scratching at her neck.  “I’m joking.  She’s private about things like that.  I don’t know anything about Cole.  I didn’t find out until…”

“Pops, I would like for you to leave before she wakes up.  I want to spoil her in ways I didn’t get to last night.  Let me make her some breakfast.”

“Right.  You make her breakfast.  You’ve never dated a Georgia peach before.”

“What does that mean?” Poppy walks out the door without another word, leaving Andy to figure out what exactly she meant by that comment.  Unsure of how to take that, but he turns on the stove, and places a few pieces of bacon in the fryer.

Trying not to smile when he gathers up a carton of eggs.  He couldn’t help the grin that was permanently on his face.  He was making breakfast for a beautiful woman that was asleep in his bed.  Things already felt different than they did with Laurie.  Laurie was so distant and cold with him.  You were warm and inviting.  You hungered for his touch as much as he did yours.

“You’ve got the stove on too high to fry the bacon,” you giggle, reaching over to turn the burner down, and Andy’s crystal blue eyes look over your body.  You didn’t bother with putting on your own clothes, instead you were wearing his white button up.  The buttons still as undone as when he took it off, and was opened up quite low down your chest.  

Opening up the cabinets, and finding a container of flour has you reaching up, and the shirt rides up even more on your thigh, and he gulps, “What…what are you doing?”

“What are you planning on having with the bacon?”

“Toast.”

“Oh…yeah, toast.  Um…what about biscuits?”

“I don’t have a can,” your face lights up, giggling as he steps closer to you.  Wrapping a hand around your waist as he pulls you in closer.  “What’s so funny about not having a can of biscuits?  I’m not far from the market,” your hand runs up his chest, teasing at the zipper, before you pull it down a bit.  “I need to be dressed to go to the store.”

“Canned biscuits are not for breakfast.  You’re dating a southern woman now.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

“Uh huh, so now, this southern woman is going to have to teach you how to make buttermilk biscuits.”

“I don’t have buttermilk.”

“Do you have milk?” He nods his head.  Dipping lower to nip at your neck.  “What about vinegar?”

“Yep,” you whimper as his kisses get lower, traveling to your chest.

“Andy, can I make you breakfast first?”

“I was supposed to be making you breakfast,” he doesn’t stop his kisses even as you walk to his fridge.  Tsking when you open it up, “What?”

“What…what is this?”

“A fridge for one person.  Why?  What’s wrong?” His arms still wrapped around you, he looks into the fridge.  “What?”

“Oh…you guys do eat weird up here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Boiled dinner,” snorting, Andy finally backs up from you as you look through his fridge.  “Okay, can I make a list of things that we need to get for here?  Like…I know we haven’t had the dating talk or anything, but I don’t do the dating around thing.  I’m very exclusive and…”

“I don’t want to date around.  There’s just you.  But you’re wanting to grocery shop for here?” This was moving too fast.  You were going to scare quite possibly one of the best things that’s ever happened to you.  You were speeding this up, and wanting to pick up where you left things off with Cole, and Andy wasn’t Cole.  “I’d like that.”

“Really?  You don’t have to say you do, if you don’t.  I just really enjoy cooking.  I got it from Mamaw.  Food is what brings people together, and it helps my hands stay busy, and my mind from racing, and it’s racing this morning, and…” Andy leans forward, slotting his lips against yours for a chaste kiss.  “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“I think whatever it is you’re doing, is working.”

“About last night, I don’t do things like this.  Ever.”

“I got that front the fact that you were a virgin,” he leans to give you another soft peck to your lips when you start to nervously talk again.  “We had sex.  It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is a big deal though.  I never wanted multiple partners.  I wanted one.  But…it felt right last night.”

“So no regrets?” You shake your head no, your feet shuffle around a bit, and you become even more adorable to him.  You wanted to be perfect.  You were trying so hard to be what Andy wanted, and you already were.  “I don’t need you to be the woman you think I want.  I want you.  So just be you, and teach me how to make biscuits.”

“You wouldn’t have Crisco would you?”

“No.”

“We need to add that to the list.  I guess it'll be butter for these biscuits.  Will you put a tablespoon of vinegar in a measuring cup, and then add milk until it reaches one cup?” With a nod of his head, Andy grabs a measuring cup, milk, and vinegar.  Creating your concoction of buttermilk while you cut some butter into the flour.  Able to spin around, and not forget the bacon as you flip it over.  It was like watching a seasoned performer with how at ease you were with everything.

You might not know where everything was in this kitchen, but you flounced around, able to figure it out.  Andy sits back smiling as you prepare what was supposed to be a simple breakfast in bed for you.  But the way you kept talking and carrying on a conversation, and smiled the entire time let him know this wasn’t a chore for you.  You wanted to do this, and took pride in it.

“Usually I use a combination of butter and crisco for the biscuits.  These are only made on the weekend though.  Mamaw always makes this delicious chocolate gravy for special occasions, and…”

“Wait,” Andy laughs as you bring out the biscuits, smacking at his hand when he tries to grab one, and warning them how they are too hot.  “What exactly is chocolate gravy?”

“Well, it’s more of a chocolate sauce, but you would make it similar to a gravy.  You gotta have the roux and milk.  You pour it over the biscuits like you would a gravy.  Chocolate gravy.  I think it’s a way to get something sweet on very little money.  I think that’s also why it’s made for special occasions.  Just to keep things like that.”

As much as Andy wanted to take care of you, you were not allowing him to when it came to the food.  You are already grabbing out plates, and plating up the breakfast for the two of you.  Conversation still going when you slide his plate of buttered biscuit, bacon, and egg.  Nervous that the biscuit wasn’t exactly up to your usual ingredients.

Andy takes a bite of the biscuit, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.  An exaggerated exclaim of delight filling the room, “This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.  No wonder this is a weekend thing.”

“They’re not as sturdy as I would like, but they rose good.  See, your little biscuit you made?  I told you not to twist the glass.  You sealed it, so it couldn’t rise to its potential.”

“I’ll do better next time,” out of all the things that were said between you and Andy, this was your favorite.  You had spent so much of the morning worried that this would be the last time.  That you wouldn’t get to sleep in his arms again, or even feel his weight over you again.  

Finishing up breakfast, Andy reaches over the bar for your plate, “I’ll clean up.  You made breakfast, so let me clean it up.  I was going to do everything for you this morning.  You sabotaged me, and I thank you.  That was delicious.  Much better than boiled meat or in this case burnt bacon.”

You couldn’t stop smiling.  Couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering over his body.  Couldn't stop the thirst you had for him.  The food had taken precedence.  The need to cook for him was too strong, but now that it was done the need to feel him was stronger.  

“What?” You ask, when Andy smiles at you.  Shyly looking away as your cheeks heat up in flames.  You just knew Andy had to feel the warmth that was radiating off your body.  Not only had you seen his dick, it was buried so deep in your core, you could still feel him this morning.  You never wanted to get used to him.  You always wanted this feeling.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” his hand reaches over to you, lifting your chin up, and making you look at him.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you do.  You had sex for the first time last night.  How is your body feeling?”

“I’m a little bit sore, but fine,” you sputter out.  Licking your lips because you didn’t care how your body felt, you knew exactly what you wanted, and it was more of Andy.

“How are you emotionally feeling?  Can you tell me what you want from me?”

“I want things to continue how they’ve been going.  I want to go on more dates, and I want to keep talking to you, and kissing you, and I want to keep having sex with you.”

“Is that an invitation for right now?”

“Yes,” your eyes drift upwards with him as he stands up.  Stalking over towards you before he lifts you up on the counter.  Using his wide body to spread your legs, and his nose runs over your neck.  Lips ghosting on your sensitive skin as your breathing shakes.  Fingers going to his zipper as you pull it all the way down.  Letting Andy shake it off his body, and his fingers start undoing every single button on his shirt.

Pulling your legs out further, and your ass nearly off the counter.  His hips grind into your core, and he chuckles on your skin, “You didn’t bother putting anything else on before walking out of the bedroom?”

“You were going to burn the bacon, and I…I wanted to see you, and repeat last night.”

“Well, this time,” he begins as he kisses down your body.  Flicking his shirt off you, and sucks on your nipple as he looks up at you.  Moaning as your fingers weave through his hair, and he moves his mouth to the other tit, giving this nipple a nip, and sucking on it as he pulls off and makes a loud pop, “This time I’m taking my time.  Don’t keep important things like that from me, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathlessly answer as he continues down your body.  Missing your weeping cunt as he kisses up your thighs.  Ghosting his lips over your puffy folds, and those pale blue eyes were looking right up at you.  “Andy, oh!”  

Sinking fully to his knees, he throws your legs over his shoulders, staring at your delectable pussy.  “She’s only seen me, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” flattening his tongue, he swipes up the length of your slit, moaning at your taste.  Sliding a finger into your warmth.  No wonder you had tears in your eyes.  You were the sweetest little thing, and so tight.  You wince a bit when he adds a second finger, and he slows his movements.  “Are you on anything?”

“No.  No, I haven’t really…oh god.  Andy!”

“You are a sensitive little thing.  Do you trust me to pull out?  Or would you prefer me to use a condom?”

“Pull out,” you whine watching as he takes another taste of your sweet juices.  “Andy…there’s something I’ve got to tell you.  Oh!” Your head leans back as you stare up at the ceiling.  Eyes clenching closed when his lips circle around your clit.  His fingers scissoring inside of you as your walls clench around him almost as tight as your thighs were surrounding his head.  

Nibbling at your clit has you gushing over his fingers, and you try fruitlessly to grab onto the counter.  “Andy!” Starting to pump his thick digits into your wet heat, you scream out nonsense.  Only his name was audible, and you sobbed it out like a needy prayer.  Your vision goes blurry as you come over his fingers again.  Sounds of your ridiculously wet pussy echoing into the kitchen.

Andy stands up, keeping your legs spread as he spits down into your hole, “What?” You sit up, looking at his chest that was glistening with your juices, “What was that?”

“Never made such a mess have you,” he smirks, pulling down his sweats.  His cock springs up, and you wonder how you ever fit that veiny girth inside of you.  If it wasn’t for the tenderness in your cunt, you would think it was all a dream.  “Have you ever came like that before?  Squirting out in your release?”

“No,” holding himself at the base of his thick length, he slaps it over your clit.  Running it through your folds to lube himself up.  “Andy, I want to feel.  I want you all the way in there.”

Laying his cock over your mound, he lets you visually see how deep he’s going to be when fully sheathed, and you gulp, “How about we work our way to that?”

“Yeah,” your voice goes up an octave as he slides down to your hole.  Going only two inches inside of you as he pumps into your tight channel.  “Yeah!”

“You like that?  You want me deeper?” You give him a head nod, and he goes in a few more inches, and still more of his shaft remains to fit in there.  You were drenched, and soaking his dick in the process.  His silky skin was shining with your slick, and you became addicted to the way he looked pumping into you, “You like the way it looks?” He asks, grinning when you watch him stretch out your tender hole.

“Yeah.  Yeah,” the room was spinning, and it was overwhelming.  You were just now reacting, and was a bit of a babbling mess.  Letting your body take over when you can't form sentences.  “Oh god, all the way.  Please?  All…all of you!”

Grabbing onto your waist, he slowly slides balls deep, and your back arches up off the counter.  He stops his movement as you get adjusted to the intrusion.  Your pussy was throbbing around him, and you were making the most beautiful sounds.  Barely touching your clit, you whine out his name, and your legs start to tremble beside him.  

Your juices leak around him, and he can’t help, but smile.  You were sensitive.  Completely dumb and drunk off his cock, and able to come only from his full length seated deep into your womb.  His hand rubs over the bulge in your belly as you start to come back down from your high.  Sitting yourself up on your elbows when you look at where the two of you connect.  You would never tire of this.

“You see this?” He asks, rubbing over that bulge, and you nod your head.  Andy pulls himself out of you fully, and crashes back in.  Reveling in your squelching pussy and spent voice.  “That’s how deep I am, see?”

“Oh, god.  Oh!  Oh!”

“That's all you can say?  You getting all dumb on my cock,” he starts to take it back, but you give him a pout, nodding your head.  “You like being a dumb baby for my cock?”

“It feels so good,” Andy sets a steady pace of thrusting into you.  Letting you watch that bulge appear and disappear on your belly.  No one had ever been closer to you.  No one had ever felt what Andy was feeling, and you didn’t want anyone else to feel that.  Didn’t want anyone else to stretch you out, or pant above you.  

Andy was perfection.  Even though he was taking your breath away, and causing a bit of discomfort, the pleasure outweighed everything.  You didn’t care that he was so deep that his balls were slapping up against you.  You wanted him like this forever.  Could have him situated inside of you for the rest of the day.

Clinging to his arms, Andy hisses, and leans over your body.  His hands go behind your back as he lifts you up off the counter.  Didn’t even want to waste a second not inside of you as he carries you into the bedroom.  Turning around so he can fall onto his back and those thick hands run up and down your thighs.

“Andy, I don’t know what to do.”

“Just…just make yourself feel good.  I’m perfectly fine just like this,” staring down into his eyes you start grinding over him.  Letting your clit run over his skin and you whimper, starting to move faster, “There ya go.  There’s a good girl.  Keep…yeah, just like that.  Just.  Like.  That.”

Moving your hands to his chest, you start bouncing over him, and the way his jaw goes slack, and a guttural moan moves up his chest makes you want to lose control again.  Moving up and down his shaft faster, and faster.  “Ah, shit,” Andy grunts, knocking you to your back.  Starting to rut into you before he pulls his cock out of you, and spurts his hot cum up your stomach.  

“Fuck!” He groans as more ribbons of spunk paint your skin.  “Fuck…fuck that was amazing.”

“Uh huh,” your dainty little fingers play in his mess before bringing it up to your mouth, and you taste the musky heaven of Andy Barber.  

“I know this is early, but…fuck, I’m obsessed with the way you feel around me.”

“Good.  The feeling is mutual.  Well, I’m obsessed with feeling you deep inside of me.”

“I kinda stopped you earlier,” Andy deeply breathes, walking into the bathroom.  His cute little ass looked better in the daylight.  Bringing a warm washcloth back in there, he gently starts cleaning you up before moving on to your stomach.  “Why don’t we just take a bath?  I’ve got a big tub, and I’m sure your muscles will feel better after that.”

“Okay,” Andy extends a hand down to you, and pulls you up.  Leading you into the bathroom where he turns on the water.  Helping you into the tub before crawling in opposite of you.  He always wanted to look at you.  There was definitely an added glow to you.  And he couldn’t help but to pet over your heated skin.  He was never close enough to you.

“What were you going to tell me?”

“I date to marry.  I’m not saying we’ve got to get married, I’m saying I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

“I want to get married again.”

“Good.  Um…I want kids.”

“As do I.”

“That’s good, but…I never even told my fiancé this, because I think deep down I knew I was never going to actually marry him.  But…I don’t have regular periods.  Only one of my ovaries works properly.  The other has a lot of scar tissue, and…it’s not impossible, but it’s…it’ll be harder for me to get pregnant naturally.  I’m only ovulating about every other month, and this is something that I’ve dealt with for a long time, and it’s been so personal to me, and…”

“Shh,” he pulls you into his lap, letting your legs wrap around him as he softly caresses your back.  “I’m glad you trust me with those fears.  I can’t imagine what it was like to deal with all that noise in your head alone.”

“I just…I’m not saying we have to get married or that we will or won’t, but…I’m investing in this relationship fully.  You deserve to know since you want kids.”

“There’s adoption.  There’s surrogacy, and fertility treatments of all kinds, but sweetheart, we’ve gone on one date.  Let’s enjoy this part of our relationship, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, kissing over his freckled shoulder.  This was almost more intimate than the sex.  Three years, and you and Cole would have never done this without him trying to have sex.  “It also means you don’t have to be so careful.”

Andy’s chuckles rumble in his chest, and he pulls you away from him, “I really like seeing you painted with my cum.  And one day, I’ll see it dripping from your swollen pussy.  Right now, I just want to listen to you talk some more though.  Let’s just be together at the moment.”

And that is what you did.  You were just together.  Random kisses in between talking, laughs, and even the random story from Andy.  Touches to each other’s skin that you couldn’t get enough of, and the sweetest smiles.  While both you and Andy thought this relationship was moving pretty fast, it was also like you couldn’t get enough of each other.  You both wanted to settle in with the other’s lives.  Thinking of ways on how you didn’t have to spend too much time apart.

Andy was making a mental note on taking a vacation to Georgia to see where you had grown up.  One thing was for certain, he wanted to keep you around.  He wanted to make this relationship last.  And he hoped you were falling as fast as he was.  He hated falling so quickly, but he didn’t want it to stop.  He wanted to keep this going and going, until you had a ring on your finger, and a belly swollen with him.  

You were already shaping up to be better suited for him than Laurie who had a ten year plan before kids were even discussed.  Not to mention her desire for other men.  And then there was you that couldn’t stop smiling at him.  You looked at him like he was the only person in the world.  Like no one else mattered but him.  This was what he wanted.  Someone who appreciated him the way he appreciated them.  

And the sex was amazing.  Only had been inside of you twice, and you were already molding to him.  You had a determination to please him, and you did with very little effort, but you wanted to give him the world.  And because of that, you were the one that was going to be getting the world.  He would give you your heart’s desire if you asked.  But you were the type that wouldn’t ask.  He was just going to have to spoil you without being asked.  It’s what you deserved.  

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Only friends right?

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, teasing, yelling, angst

Summary: Lo’ak x best friend reader

“Get off me y/n” pushing you off his shoulder as he stood up walking away from you.

You moved back following your best friend to wherever he was going.

“I will not leave you alone until you tell me what is wrong!” You really meant that he was your best friend you weren’t just gonna let him be mad until you found out why.

You got no answer just a huff in response. You just rolled your eyes trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He got made easily maybe it was something you said to him. You realized he started to pick u his pace so you jogged up to him still trying to figure out what was wrong.

All of sudden he stopped turning to look at you with his face all scrunched up in annoyance and anger.

“You wanna know what would make me feel better y/n? You really wanna know?”

Crossing your arms you answered “yes I do Lo’ak”

“Shutting the fuck up and leaving me alone is what would make me feel better y/n just leave me alone god your annoying!”

Walking away from you just yelled back at him.

“Fine be like that then Lo’ak idgaf!” Rolling your eyes you just walked over to your family’s pod hoping to find your sister tsireya there. Walking in you found her chopping fruit by herself. Sitting down next to her you got met with a smile as she patted the mat to sit next to her.

“Was it Lo’ak again?” She didn’t even look up at you she already knew she right.

“Yes! He is so fucking annoying I just wanna smash his head in omg” picking up one of the fruits your sister had and grabbing a knife to start cutting. You and Lo’ak cares abt eachtoher very much but you two were known for your arguments. They were almost everyday now it wasn’t even about anything big you would just yell and argue about nothing. It would even become physical sometimes which resulted in your parents having to break you up.

“So what’d he do this time y/n” still cutting her fruit moving her already cut fruit to the side.

“We were just swimming together and he got out to sit down. He seemed mad so I asked and he said he was fine and then he just started yelling at me!” Huffing out your anger to your sister. She would always listen to you ramble on about anything and you would do the same to her. She was your sister she would stick by your side no matter what. You two sat in silence as she tried to figure out what to tell you this time.

“I’ve told you so many times y/n just stop hanging out with him!” You knew she was right but honestly if your being completely honest you couldn’t stay away from eachother you two had broke your friendship multiple times but you always came back to eachother. You’d been friends for about 2 years and you couldn’t just let that all go. It’s not like you hates eachother either and when you did get along you had an amazing time.

“We both know that’s not gonna work tsireya” letting out a giggle she knew you were right but at least she tried right?

“We’ll then idk what to say! Just try to get him to talk to you I guess” shrugging her shoulders in defeat.

“Yeah i know I’ll try later tonight” you and Lo’ak hung out at the beach to smoke every night no matter what. Even if you guys were in the middle of a disagreement you would always meet eachother there and eventually make up.

You had a little crush on him for awhile. You would never let anyone know that but you did make it kind of obvious your whole friend group knew. You and Lo’ak would hang out with Tsireya, Roxto, Aounug, Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk. Kiri and Tsireya would always tease you about it privately making kissing noises whenever they caught you looking at Lo’ak. You just flipped them off or rolled your eyes.

That night you and your family had dinner. Sitting in the middle of your brother and sister. With your parents siting across the table from you. Looking up from your food you made eye contact with your mother

“So how are you and Lo’ak getting along these days y/n?” Everyone’s gaze hit you they all knew the answer but your mother was nosy so she wanted the details.

Trying to think of an answer as you were about to speak you were interrupted by your annoying brother.

“Lo’ak said you’ve been all over him lately” laughing at his own joke as he made kissing noises in your face. You just shoved his face away from you as you started to speak trying to defend yourself

“I was not! He is just being annoying right now that’s all” shifting your gaze down to your food hoping your parents would just switch the subject but wishful thinking right?

Your mother started to speak giving your father a look of concern

“Well maybe you two need a break all you two do is argue” Letting out a sigh hoping her oldest daughter would listen to her.

You thought about it but quickly rid the thought from your mind. You two would make up tonight like you always did so it would fine you thought.

“Can we please talk about something else?” You asked looking up at your parents.

Your father finally budged in letting you off the hook “So how is training with mother been tsireya?” Turning his attention to tsireya.

“Oh it’s been good I am learning quickly!” Smiling at her father

“She is right she will be an amazing tshaik for the people!” You sighed in relief happy you weren’t the subject of dinner tonight.

After dinner you helped your brother with the dishes excited to go meet Lo’ak. Handing you a dish he finally spoke

“So when are you gonna ask the sully boy out hm?” You just rolled your eyes kicking him in the ankle only getting a grunt and a kick back.

“Pls shut up Aounug😒” You hated how he would always tease you about anything.

“Oh come on I’m just joking y/n lighten up” as he cleaned off another dish and handing it to you. As he gave you the last dish you quickly dried it off and went to your part of the marui to grab your stash. Picking up your pillow you quickly grabbed the herb and walked out of your pod. Walking towards the beach you could feel the night breeze fondle with your tail almost tickling you. Letting out a giggle you picked up your pace towards the beach. Lo’ak was always there before you you didn’t mind it at all. You hated waiting on people especially if they were already late as it is.

Turning the corner to the beach you saw Lo’ak sitting down on the sand with his knees to his chin. Walking over you yelled his name causing him to look your way sending a smile your way. As you sat next to his crisscrossed you layed your supplies down getting your paper out.

“So are you gonna tell me why you were so mad?” Focusing on rolling you layed the herb on the paper pushing it together.

“It was just something I remembered from awhile ago” moving his gaze over to your working hands.

Rolling your eyes and rolling the herb up.

“What was it tho?” Licking the blunt.

Letting out a sigh he didnt wanna bring it up again. But he knew you’d listen to him so he finally let it out

“It was awhile ago but I just remeber my father telling me I was a disappointment to him and the family. Sorry I lashed out on you tho” Getting his lighter out that Norm gave to him awhile ago to let you light it.

“Lo’ak what your father thinks of you doesn’t matter just try your best like you always do” giving him the blunt to light.

“Yeah yeah I know it’s just annoying bro” letting out a sigh and inhaling the smoke

You understood what he felt since he talked about it a lot. You couldn’t do anything to make him think any different but you tried your best.

“I heard your father talking about finding you a mate” you let out taking the blunt from his hands and inhaling.

“Oh damn really?” Changing his gaze to face you.

He’d been thinking about it lately since his brother had finally found a girl he liked he also wanted a mate. He had his eyes on you but he never thought you’d reciprocate the feeling. So he just didn’t talk to it about anyone. He hated rejection and he knew it would ruin your whole friendship if you didn’t feel the same and he couldn’t let that happen. He cares about you too much.

“You like any of the girls here?” You didn’t want the answer to that. You knew he didn’t want you but there was no harm in asking right?

“Yeah there’s this one girl” taking the blunt out of your hand.

Your smile left your face at his response.

“Oh what’s her name?” Pls don’t answer pls tou thought.

“I don’t wanna say, but she’s amazing” you watched as his eyes lit up by just talking about her. You knew it wasn’t any of your friends because he hardly even talked to the other girls of the clan so you had no idea. Maybe it was tsireya she was beautiful it only made sense since they were good friends. But she didn’t like him like that she would’ve told you if she did.

“Cmon Lo’ak what’s her name? I promise my lips are sealed” you weren’t gonna tell anyone you wouldn’t do that to him you cared too much.

He couldn’t tell you who it was maybe he would just lie about it. Yeah that’d probably work, he couldn’t say it was tou it would ruin everything.

“Ok but do not tell anyone I’m serious y/n. It’s Tsireya” your mouth dropped. Your assumptions were right she was really pretty and kind so of course he picked her.

“Oh wow you guys would be perfect together you should talk to her more Lo’ak” they would not be perfect together tou thought he was only perfect for you and only you. But as long as he was happy is what you thought.

“Y-yeah you should like help me get with her y/n she is your sister” he hated lying to you but if that is what would keep you guys together then it was ok.

You just smiled and nodded at his suggestion. You guys talked for awhile until it got too dark to even see eachother. You waved bye and walked back to your marui. Moving the cloth out of your way you greeted your sister and layed down on your mat next to her.

Turning over to face you she smiled “so did you guys make up?”

Smiling back “yeah we did”

“That’s good y/n! Im gonna go to sleep good night”

“Alright good night Tsireya” turning around and closing your eyes.

This is gonna be a part one to a series guys lmk what you think!

Taglist: @nix-rose-q

[xoxoavenger]

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)

pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Steve’s parents always put up a perfect tree with white lights and silver ornaments. When Y/N sees this, she figures out the perfect plan to make sure the tree transforms into Steve’s very own colorful, homemade mess of family. 

word count: 4249

warnings: mentions of child abuse (except technically assault bc steve is 20), steve harrington’s terrible parents, completely hating on white light trees im not sorry

12 Days of Christmas

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"You put up a Christmas tree?" Y/N questioned when she came into Steve's house. There was a large, fluffy tree in the corner of the living room, all white lights and silver ornaments, a crystal tree topper bringing the whole theme together.

It was ugly.

"My parents put it up when they came home last week. They won't be back until a couple days before Christmas, so they put it up during Thanksgiving." Steve explained, not seeming too excited about the fact that his parents were leaving him alone for most of December.

Y/N remembered when Steve's parents would only leave on weekends. When he graduated, they stopped coming to even check in, only keeping up appearances every once in awhile. It infuriated Y/N, knowing his parents were probably living separately in another state, not caring about their son who had been to literal hell.

"Where are all your other ornaments?" Y/N tried to ask casually, not wanting to seem judgmental. She walked toward the tree to inspect it, finding that there was nothing more to the tree than the bland frosted tips and the white lights.

"What do you mean?" Steve seemed confused, and Y/N frowned slightly. In her house, her parents had put her homemade ornaments and fun souvenirs all over their tree, multi-colored lights and a festive tree skirt making it feel like home.

"Didn't you make ornaments in school?" She questioned, turning to see Steve frowning.

"Well, yeah," Steve licked his lips, staring at the tree. "I mean, I'm sure those are all in my attic?" It was a question, which was enough to tell Y/N that he had no idea where the ornaments were, only that his parents didn't care to put them on the tree.

"Steve," Y/N put a hand on his shoulder running it down his bicep and bringing him close to her. "I'd put them on my tree." She smiled up at him when he looked down at her, blushing slightly.

"This isn't really my tree anyway." Steve pulled his arm away from her grasp and put it around her, looking at the tree for a few more seconds before Steve turned them both around and began walking toward the kitchen.

"Did you make us hot chocolate?" She asked, eyes lighting up when he grabbed a mug off the counter and handed it to her with a smirk. He shrugged and took a sip, watching her bring it to her lips and take a sip. Her eyes widened when she realized what Steve had actually made. "You made us spiked hot chocolate?" She whispered, even though there was no one else in the house. With everything that had happened that year, it almost made her feel like a normal.

"Of course I did." Steve smirked at her, taking another sip. Y/N did too, and although she couldn't tell what he had spiked the hot chocolate with it tasted well.

"I guess I'm staying over then," She smiled, walking to the couch and flopping down without spilling her hot chocolate. She noticed the movies on the counter that Steve had more than likely stolen from the video store; the good kind too, the Christmas movies everyone wanted to check out. He must've pulled a bunch of strings to get these.

"Okay, let's just pretend you don't have your overnight bag in your car." Steve teased, grabbing her mug and putting it next to his on the coffee table before laying on her, kissing her neck and causing her to giggle and wrap her arms around him.

~

"What's wrong with Steve's tree?" Dustin asked when Y/N unlocked Steve's front door with her own key. All the rest of the kids were with Steve. He had picked them up but had called Y/N from Max's trailer, knowing he wouldn't have time to pick up Dustin and take them all back to Steve's for movie night. They were getting even closer to Christmas now, all the kids only having one week left before their break.

"Um," Y/N, started, licking her lips as she stared at the boring tree. "It's just, uh," She was trying to find a nice way to describe it, even if Steve wasn't there.

"It's boring. And ugly." Dustin blurted out, walking closer to inspect it.

"No, it's just organized." Y/N decided on, but she found that she wanted to grab one of the stupid silver balls and throw it against a wall just to watch it shatter.

"Where are all the other ones?" Dustin asked, grabbing an ornament and plucking it off the tree. "These ones are stupid." Could always count on Dustin to speak the truth that was on his mind.

"Dustin," Y/N scolded, grabbing the ornament and putting it back on the tree. "Steve's parents put this up. So we can't say anything about it's short-comings, alright?" Y/N crossed her arms.

"I'm going to make him a whole new tree." Dustin commented before moving to the kitchen, seemingly done with the whole idea. It gave Y/N a great one, however, and her mind lit up.

"That's a great idea!" She said, hoping the kids wouldn't think they were too old for what she was about to suggest.

"What is?" Dustin asked, head buddies inside a cabinet as he searched for snacks.

"Why don't you get everyone to make Steve a homemade ornament!" She was getting way too excited, she knew by the way Dustin slowly pulled his head away to look at her. "He would be so happy, oh my gosh." Y/N was thinking of the way Steve would react when he received hand made presents from his favorite people.

"Right," She could tell Dustin was trying to sound like a grown-up, but from the upturned corners of his eyes she could tell he knew it was a great idea.

"Steve can't know," Y/N reminded him, and she almost laughed at the look he gave her.

"What is this, amateur hour?"

~

"Why isn't your tree lit up?" Y/N asked, even though she knew exactly why his tree wasn't lit up with those stupid white lights.

"I don't know. I think a bulb is out." He said, glancing to the side before going back to the movie they were watching. Y/N had given herself fifteen minutes before she asked, and now she had to be chill. This needed to seem like a coincidence.

"Oh, gosh." She muttered, settling into his side and counting to thirty in her head. "Ya know, I think I have some lights in my car." She stared at the movie as she felt Steve move around to stare at her.

"Y/N," Steve started reaching forward and pausing the movie. "Why the hell do you have tree lights in your car?" Because I unscrewed the first couple bulbs in your lights to make sure none of them worked.

"I was going take them back for my parents." She lied. She had picked them up on the way over to Steve's house. "But I'm sure they won't mind if you use them. After all, a Christmas tree without lights is just a tree."

"Okay," Steve sounded skeptical, but he still followed Y/N out to her car and carried the box of lights in.

"Oh, shoot," She muttered as she took the lights out of the box. "I guess they left some ornaments in here." She held up the couple of ornaments she had also bought from the store. One was a basketball, and the other was two penguins with cute scarves leaning into each other.

"Did they?" Now Steve was definitely onto her, but she would never tell him the truth.

"Yeah." She sighed, then held them up to his tree. "They look better on your's anyway." She smiled at him, and he just shook his head and leaned down to unplug the old, white lights.

"They're colored." Steve said, looking at the bulbs.

"Believe it or not, tree lights can be other colors." She smirked. Steve grabbed the basketball ornament, holding it up.

"I guess ornaments can be too." He smirked, looking at her in a way that made her blush, because he had to of known she had brought the obvious ornaments for him.

"This'll be fun!" Y/N said, smiling ear to ear as she turned the radio in the kitchen to the Christmas station. Steve returned the smile, grabbing a chair to be able to reach the top of the large tree.

"Here, I'll hand you the ornaments and you can put them on the couch." Steve told her, taking off a couple of the boring white and silver ones. Y/N contemplated 'accidentally' dropping them on the ground, but decided against it, incase Steve would want to redecorate the tree before his parents got home.

Part of her hoped his parents came home to see the tree all decorated by his real family and have an aneurysm.

"Careful with this." He said, taking the crystal tree topper off, gently handing it to Y/N. Her heart swelled at her thought process. Maybe Steve did have something important on his tree.

"Is it a family heirloom?" She asked, secretly hoping that at least something on the tree had sentimental value.

"What? No," Steve chuckled, and Y/N tried not to deflate as she set the topper on the coffee table, just incase. "It's just expensive, probably. I'd imagine that's real crystal." He grabbed the colored lights and plugged them in, and Y/N tried to contain her glee as they lit up. When he was done putting them around the tree, it already looked so much different.

"Here." Y/N bypassed the topper and made Steve put the penguin ornament up first. He stared at the ornament for a moment, taking it in, and then put it front and center.

Where it should be.

By the time all the other ornaments were up, the tree still looked somewhat boring but at least it was a start. Y/N couldn't wait for the day when the branches would be weighed down the homemade ornaments. She squeezed Steve's hand at the thought, smiling up at him when he squeezed back.

She was going to make this their tree.

~

"Are you sure you can't make it to Will's?" Dustin begged. Everyone was at Steve's to give them their presents two days before Christmas, since he wouldn't be able to go to the Byers for Christmas. They had been going back and forth between Steve opening someone's gift and then him giving them a gift. So far Steve had got Lucas a Pacers jersey, and Lucas got Steve an ornament made out of a Hawkins High jersey that Lucas definitely didn't 'lose' last year. Erica had made Steve an ornament with yarn using his favorite colors and popsicle sticks, while she had received a First Edition American Girl Doll. She couldn't even act like it was childish because she was so excited. El made Steve an ornament out of clay that had so much glitter it got everywhere when Steve picked it up, but he still smiled and thanked her as he handed her a box containing a cute beanie in her favorite color. Mike had given Steve an ornament of a ceramic radio, and he tried to act nonchalant when Steve gifted him a signed copy of his favorite book.

"If my parents don't show up, I promise I'll be there." Steve said it lightly, but Y/N heard the sadness in his voice. She hoped his parents showed up, but she also knew the bad place Steve's head would be in after his parents' visit.

"Is it bad to hope your parents don't show up?" Max asked, handing Steve her present. Steve was starting to see the pattern with all the kids' gifts, but he enjoyed all of them.

"Just a little bit." Nancy said with a small smile. Since the younger kids couldn't stay as long, the older ones were going to do a small gift exchange afterward and indulge in some alcoholic beverages and spend the night, leaving early in the morning.

"I still hope they don't show up." Max confessed as Steve took the tissue paper out of the bag and smiled at yet another ornament. This one was a cute little car that somewhat looked like Steve's, which made him laugh softly as he thought of how Max had drove his car when he had been knocked out by her brother.

"Thank you," Steve smiled, handing the ornament to Y/N, who was carefully putting them in a box for later as he handed Max her present from him.

"No," Max said as she looked at the box, already knowing what it was. "Steve," She whispered, ripping the wrapping paper and opening the box to reveal the skateboard she knew was in there. She looked up at the ceiling, trying not to cry as she caught a glimpse of the back of it, which was decorated with a bunch of arcade game characters.

"Do you like it?" Steve asked, eyes wide with hope.

"Yes, you idiot." Max said, sniffling and blinking before moving back in the group.

"Alright, last ones, come on," Y/N said, looking out the window to see Karen waiting to pick up the kids. Will smiled as he moved forward, handing Steve a small box. He opened it to see a homemade clay ornament of his bat, complete with the nails. He chuckled as he held it up, and everyone laughed with him.

"This is amazing." Steve said with a huge smile. "Thank you, Will." Y/N watched all the kids look annoyed that Will had made the best ornament, and she smiled as she leaned down to hand Steve the gift from Will.

Everyone watched as Will unwrapped his gift, which Y/N had actually found and agreed to let Steve give to Will. It was a couple of limited edition Star Wars drinking glasses, and Will smiled and thanked Steve after getting a good look.

"Alright, dumbass," Steve said, smiling down at Dustin, who was smiling.

"Let me open mine first." The younger boy said, grabbing putting his poorly wrapped box behind his back. Steve rolled his eyes and leaned down to grab Dustin's gift.

Steve had freaked out about Dustin's gift. He hadn't known what to get the boy who he saw as a brother. Y/N had to help him pick between numerous gifts, trying not to laugh as he put way too much thought into it.

Dustin ripped into his gift, a Super Mario Bros Nintendo Game & Watch. Dustin was silent as he stared at the game. Steve stared as he waited for Dustin to say something. His head was down, so they couldn't see his reaction.

"Dustin?" Y/N asked softly, leaning forward. Before she could figure out what Dustin was feeling, the boy launched himself at Steve, who let out a grunt as he was knocked back.

"Thank you," Dustin cried, and Y/N watched as Steve let out a breath of relief and wrapped his arms around him.

"Of course," Steve responded, eyes closing as he enjoyed the hug. Y/N looked at Nancy, the two almost crying at the interaction. After everyone had composed themselves, Dustin handed a small box to Steve.

"I wonder what it is?" Steve joked, smirking as he opened up an object wrapped in tissue paper. He smirked as he opened it, but the smirk was instantly dropped when he saw what the ornament was.

This one was one of the homemade dough ones in the shape of a circle, Dustin's handwriting in the middle reading 'Best Brother Ever.'

Steve looked over at Dustin and immediately was crying.

After that everyone erupted in chaos, all the kids wanting to put their ornaments on the tree as Karen honked the horn outside.

"Mine needs to be at the top!" Max yelled, pushing Dustin away.

"I'm sorry, did your's make him cry?" Dustin screamed back, pushing.

"How about neither of your's get to be at the top?" Mike said, and the other two both rolled their eyes.

"You didn't even make a homemade one!" El said, helping Will and Erica take off the boring ornaments.

"Let's all just calm down." Nancy said, watching the tree shake.

"I'm gonna go get a bag for all the paper." Steve said, kissing Y/N's temple and walking out of the room.

"Smart man." Jonathan said, rolling his eyes as he watched the kids continue fighting. Y/N shook her head as she scoffed.

"Should we do something? That tree looks a little too close to falling." Robin interjected. Y/N nodded, but just as she went to stop the kids the star on top of the tree came tumbling down. Everyone was silent as it shattered, the sound ringing out.

"Everyone stay still!" Steve ordered, however it wasn't in a harsh voice; it was the voice he used when the Upside Down monsters were getting too close. All the kids looked over to him with wide eyes, but he was just staring at the ground.

"Steve," Y/N whispered, not sure how he would react to this. The topper didn't have an emotional value, but Y/N knew that Steve's parents wouldn't be too thrilled about it.

"El, Will, Lucas, Erica, you all walk that way." Steve pointed away from the shattered remains, and the kids silently obeyed, leaving Max, Dustin, and Mike standing in the mess.

"I'm so sorry." Max whispered, and Y/N could tell her eyes were wet with tears.

"We can fix it, look, it's not even that-"

"Dustin stop!" Steve cut off the younger boy, who was now crouched as he tried to put the bigger pieces together in the silver frame. Dustin looked over, and Y/N could tell he was about to freak out. She knew Steve was trying to make sure none of the kids would get hurt. That was his number one priority.

"I didn't mean to, I promise, I just," Dustin drifted off, voice high and tight as he tried not to cry.

"Are you guys okay?" Steve asked, walking over and grabbing the large pieces and putting them in the bag he had grabbed. "You weren't cut, were you?" His words shocked the kids, who were just staring at him, petrified.

"You aren't mad?" Mike asked, breaking the ice. "You aren't gonna yell at us?"

"Are you hurt?" Steve repeated, completely ignoring Mike's questions.

"No," Max shook her head, bringing her hands up to wipe her tears.

"Okay," Steve held up the silver frame that the crystal used to be in, and as he stared at it Y/N heard the thoughts in his head.

His parents were going to kill him.

"Put your ornaments on the tree and let's grab your stuff." Y/N said to the kids, who finished their original task and grabbed their jackets, all watching Steve, who was now sitting on the floor with the remains in his hand.

"We can replace it!" Dustin said, and Y/N just gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Let's talk about this later." She told him, herding the rest of the kids out of the house and promising to update them and apologize to Steve for them.

"Are you alright?" Robin was at Steve's side, who was still blank faced.

"My parents are actually gonna kill me." Steve muttered, looking up to Y/N with wide eyes. She was with him in no time, wiping away the remaining pieces of crystal to sit with him. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to calm him somehow.

"It'll be alright." She told him, kissing his shoulder. Steve just shook his head, shrugging Y/N and Robin off as he stood, throwing the silver frame in the bag.

"Oh God," Steve said, staring at the tree, which was fully decorated in the kid's ornaments and the multicolored lights and a couple of the branches were bent, but the tree finally looked like his, not his mom's or his dad's.

Oh yeah, they were gonna kill him.

~

"You're sure his parents came?" Max asked, clearly feeling guilty about breaking the tree topper the day prior. Everyone was at the Byers on Christmas Eve night, the kids having a plan to stay awake until Christmas.

"He got a call from them this morning." Y/N confirmed with a sad smile. She took a bite of one of the Christmas cookies she had helped Joyce with that afternoon, after she left Steve's house. She wasn't sure what he was going to do about the tree topper, but she knew he was going out to get white lights for the tree, which made her sad.

"Have you heard from him since?" Lucas asked, and by now all the kids were listening intently.

"No." She shook her head with a frown. She hadn't tried calling him, because she didn't want his parents to pick up. They knew that her and Steve was dating her, but like most things with their son, they chose to ignore it.

"Is he okay?" Dustin asked, catching the attention of Hopper, who was very well versed in the rumors about the Harrington family.

"Yes," Y/N said with an awkward chuckle. Hopper caught her eye, and she pulled her lips in.

"Have you talked to him?" Hop asked, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, but I'm sure he's fine." Y/N lied.

"Maybe I should go check." Hopper said, standing.

"Can I come?" Y/N stood, heart racing as she realized her and Hopper were on the same page.

"What's going on?" Joyce asked, looking at Nancy for clarification, but it seemed everyone else was just as confused.

"I'm going to pick Steve up." Hopper announced, no room for arguing.

"But his parents," Robin started, and Y/N just gave her look with her eyebrows raised, because there was no need to freak the kids out.

"What's going on?" Erica asked, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"It's fine, we're just gonna go get Steve so he can be with us." Y/N smiled. Before anyone could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

"Are you expecting anyone else?" Hopper asked Joyce, who was rushing to the door.

"No," She stepped back to let Hopper open the door, covering the opening with his body. He was silent, and Joyce and Y/N tried to look around his body.

"Who is it?" Joyce asked, finally making the cop move out of the way.

"Steve?" Y/N asked, seeing the boy standing with a large box. He had a bright red mark across his cheekbone, one that was swelling and slowly turning less bright and more purple.

"Come in, honey." Joyce put a hand on his back and pulled him inside.

"What happened?" Y/N whispered when Steve was inside, tracing a light thumb over it. He just shook his head as he moved to kiss her hand.

"Just say the word, kid." Hopper said, clapping his shoulder as a silent understanding passed between them.

"I couldn't bring anything for dinner, but I brought some stuff for the tree." Steve said as he walked into the living room with the kids. They all gathered around as he opened the box to reveal all the ornaments they had given him. "My dad tried to break them." He said quietly, and Y/N caught Hopper's eye as they realized how Steve had gotten the mark.

Steve took a beating to keep the ornaments the kids gave him.

"Well," Steve smiled at all the kids, who looked like a mix between sad and confused. "What're you doing just standing here? Put them on the tree." He nodded at the Byers' tree, and the kids all reached in to grab their ornaments, much more calm about putting them up this time.

"You brought the penguins." Y/N said, looking in the box and seeing the ornaments she had gotten him. She went to grab them when she realized that there was an extra one in there, face down. She grabbed it and flipped it around, seeing a picture of them on the ceramic circle. She felt the tears well as she stared at it, looking up at him.

"I actually had Jonathan do it before I knew what you set the kids up to." He told her, and she just smirked.

"I have no idea what you mean." But they both knew she was lying. They shared a smile and grabbed the remaining ornaments, putting them on the crowded tree. When it was done, everyone stood back to take it in. Steve put his arm around Y/N and decided this was the tree he wanted from now on - no more plain trees.

"We made you something." Dustin said, and Steve turned to see the kids all crowded around, Dustin with his arms around his back.

"It's not crystal," Max said as an apology. Steve's eyes widened as he realized what was going on.

"You guys," He started, but then Dustin was thrusting his arms out and Steve was met with a star made from cardboard. It looked pretty decent, and Steve felt his eyes water as he turned it to see the back, which all the kids had signed for him.

"You did this for me?" Steve asked softly, letting a couple tears fall.

"Will made the cardboard, but we decorated." El explained, and Steve smiled as he realized why there was glitter on one corner.

"Thank you," He whispered, letting them all crowd him and hug him.

"Put it on the tree," Joyce nodded to the tree, which didn't have a topper yet. Steve looked surprised, but still stood on the side of the couch and reached over, putting the star at the top where it belonged. He jumped down and grabbed Y/N close, and she wrapped her arms around him. She blushed as he kissed her forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Steve." She whispered as the kids began singing Deck the Halls around them.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

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[morsartis]

Nightmares Marvus x Reader

Heart trying to escape out of your throat you sat up in your bed breathing hard. For a moment you could still hear the sounds of the alarms on your little rocket ship blaring in alert as you crashed into Alternia’s surface. But as you began to wake more you realized you were safe- Alternia long behind you. Trembling from adrenaline you shakily threw off your blankets and slipped out of bed. Your legs felt weak, fawn-like as you wandered out of Marvus’ guest room. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what had triggered the nightmare. It had been years since that night, you weren’t even on Alternia anymore. Trying to calm yourself you stumbled into the kitchen and took a seat at the island. It was nothing. Nothing at all. You had experienced much worse than the shuttle crash since then and came out on the other side. Out of all the nightmares you had had since then it baffled and frustrated you that the crash was the most frequent of all. Behind you was the shuffle of feet and you nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned to find Marvus shuffling into the kitchen.

“Hey lil buddy was up?” He asked tiredly, voice gravelly from sleep. Guilt over waking him nearly choked you. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” You spoke softly.

“Nah, don’ worry bout it. What’s wrong? Y’look like you seen some shit.” 

“It was just an old nightmare. Nothing I can’t handle.”

That just made Marvus frown as he came to sit beside you, dragging his stool close enough your knees brushed. 

“Wanna talk bout it?”

“Not… Not really.”

Marvus sighed, reaching out to lay his hand on your leg in a soothing gesture. His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin, his cold hands remarkably grounding as you fought down the shivers of phantom panic. 

“I know I ain’t yo diamond or nothin’ but you do be knowin’ I still care bout you right?”

“Of course.” 

“But you still don’ wanna talk bout it.” 

“Its an old nightmare Marvus, comes back up every once in awhile. But its over now. That’s what matters.” 

“Still hurtin’ you somethin’ fierce though.” 

“Marvus.” You sighed. He glanced away with a clear scowl before shaking his head. 

“I don’ like seein’ you this worked up. ‘Specially when there ain’t a damn thing to do bout it.”

“I know. I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t.” He spoke voice surprisingly firm, you glanced up at him to find him staring at you intently, almost angrily, “Don’t apologize. I don like the thought of you jus’ hidin’ away til your thinkpan’s on straight. Ain’t right.” 

“People have nightmares all the time.”

“Yeah? Well you ain’t jus’ people to me.”

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes, the stress of your nightmare rearing its ugly head. For a brief moment it was as if the deafening screech of metal was all around you again. Taking a deep breath you placed your hand on top of his. 

“Thanks Marvus.” 

His other hand came up to carefully wipe the tears from your eyes. Movements gentle as his thumb caressed your cheek. 

“What can I do?” He asked after a moment when the tears just kept coming. 

“I don’t…” More tears welled in your eyes blurring his face, “I don’t know.”

What a terrifying thought. The realization you didn’t know what would make you feel better at all. His hand brushed across your cheek again, then past it until he was carefully cupping the back of your head. He tilted you forwards as he leaned down until your foreheads were touching.

“That’s okay. Lemme jus’ take care of ya.” He spoke, voice soft. He tilted away from you to place a kiss to your scalp. “Don’ worry bout nothin’.” 

A shuddering breath left you as he deftly moved to lift you into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your head in his shoulder. Tears were burning at your eyes, trailing down your cheeks more insistent than before as you wrapped your legs around his legs. 

“I’ve got you. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ get you tonight, babe.” Claws rubbing soothingly up and down your back you allowed yourself to cry openly. Sobbing without restraint into his shoulder as he carried you back to bed. He wouldn’t shush you, the comfort he offered was different than what Polypa offered as your moirail. But it was more than you expected to receive and genuine. So very genuine. You knew he’d cleave the world in two if you asked and it terrified you as much as it soothed you. 

But tonight you could admit that it was what you needed. To know you were safe, to know you were loved, it was enough.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

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Beau chewed on her thumbnail as she stared at her board in the library, now laden with new observations that seemed sporadic and random and yet definitely seemed to be becoming more and more like the Pattern that Lucien had sketched out that one day. The new addition of Nerida alongside her connection to Alder Allard and their connection to Jayne put a lot more into perspective, but it still didn’t explain any connection to the Somnovem.

She scribbled a note about the abyssal anchors on a small gap on the board and tapped her chalk-dusted fingers on the amulet around her neck.

“What d’you think, Lu?”

Lucien’s voice in her head sounded miserable- it had been awhile since he’d been trapped in the gem, so she couldn’t blame him for it, though she suspected it went much deeper than that. He’d just been hit with a massive onslaught of new information and none of it made any damn sense.

”I think someone wanted me to hurt and I can’t imagine why.”

“The way you talk about the Somnovem and how they act around you-“ she could feel Lucien flinch, “- maybe you were always being groomed for this.”

”I think that much is obvious, Beauregard.”

“I’m just saying… There’s your Somnovem connection. These people, for whatever reason, wanted you to be driven to become the Nonagon. The question is why you and why do they have so much skin in the Somnovem’s game.”

”Excellent questions, both, aye.”

He wasn’t going to be any further help in this. She found herself irritated by it, even knowing that wasn’t fair. It was easier to be annoyed at him for not being helpful with what could finally crack the secrets to this fucking ordeal and save himself and Molly than it was to focus on the real elephant in the room.

Tomorrow they would be headed to Kamordah.

She wanted nothing more to throw herself into her work and let it consume her utterly until she was nothing but facts and figures and puzzles to be sorted out. If her head was buzzing with information then maybe once they arrived in her old stomping grounds, she would have a shield worthy of catching whatever barbs her dad wanted to throw her way. She could keep herself focused on what mattered and ignore what didn’t, because Thoreau Lionett didn’t matter.

Right.

Family mattered- that was the tragedy of having family. The fucker had done the unthinkable and sold her to the Cobalt Soul and somehow weaseled out of punishment for it and as much as she wanted to be able to hold her head high and walk into his house and laugh in his face about how stupid he was to think someone wouldn’t have clocked him, she knew better. That he was clocked was a lucky break and he still got away with it. Even seeing him embarrassed and disgraced wouldn’t derail the truth.

And yet he mattered. She wanted to find something in him that proved he’d realized his mistake and was willing to apologize. It was a thought that was going to get her hurt and she knew it and that was why she wanted to do everything in her power to avoid thinking about it.

The chalk snapped between her fingers and Beau stared at it with all the confusion of a child that had only just learned it had the capacity for destruction. She let the pieces fall to the floor, uselessly and ran a hand down her face without consideration for the dust on her fingers and exhaled. “It feels like we’re just chasin’ our tails.”

Two hundred pounds of Blink Dog materialized out of thin air and hip-checked her onto the ground. She hollered as she fell, trying to catch herself, but only ended up in a defensive crouch as Rock began to assault her with kisses and whining. Her protests only seemed to make him more enthusiastic about licking her to death.

Yasha’s heavy footfalls preceded her suddenly yanking him off by his collar and cooing at him in Sylvan until he became a rigid obedient and model dog, albeit one panting and smiling like Beau was the greatest thing in the world in his eyes. She shot him a smile and rubbed the dog spit off her face with the back of her hand. “Hey, buddy.”

Rock whined, pawed the ground in a little dance that toed the line between wanting to be obedient and wanting to leap onto her again. He looked to Yasha for permission and she placed a hand on his head and rubbed the soft velvet of his big ears. “Shh shhh it’s okay.” She dipped her head, apologetically, at Beau. “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t be. I think he knows when I’m stressed.” To show no hard feelings, she cupped Rock’s muzzle in her hands and rubbed the thin fur around his face. In return, he licked the last of the chalk dust off her nose. “You should get him one of those emotional support dog vests.”

“He’s been really good with the Clays,” Yasha shrugged. “He wore Clarabelle out.”

Beau moved her scritches to Rock’s chest and his tail thumped excitedly on the ground. “Caduceus’s family seems… Nice, right?”

Yasha cocked her head to the side the same way a puppy might. “Yeah, I think so. They’re, um… Not like him? I guess he’s dad is a little bit.” She frowned deeper. “I dunno what I was expecting.”

“A bunch of Caduceus clones, all of them, like, spouting insightful shit and being wise and perceptive and, like, self-righteous in a way that’s almost charming?”

“Maybe.”

“Families contain multitudes, I guess.” She winced, realizing that in trying to talk about Caduceus’s family, she’d opened the door to talk about her own. Desperately, she fumbled for a change in subject and landed on someone else’s bullshit instead. “Hey, speaking of that… Lucien, when you were in the Run, did you, uh… Talk to Ophelia?”

Lucien’s sigh filled her head the same way smoke fills an empty room. ”No. I had better things to do.”

“Like pining for us?”

”I wasn’t pining. I was bored.”

“But are you?” Yasha piped up. “Gonna talk to her, I mean.”

He fell silent again for a long moment. ”When I have something to say to that woman, then perhaps. She left me behind because someone offered her a better deal than bein’ my mother. I feel like despite it all, I managed a better deal than bein’ her son. We don’t owe each other anything. She’s not worth all the hate I’ve got in my black heart for others. She was just as much a pawn in this game as I was. I don’t have to forgive her for it, but I recognize that whether fate or gods or nightmares have surrounded me my entire life, they would have pushed her out, eventually, had she stayed. Obviously, I inherited her survival instincts.”

Beau could only dream of being that practical about her family. Never before had she considered she might be jealous of fucking Lucien. She blew out a long breath that made a pbblt sound against her lips. “Not to use you as a hot potato, Lu, but I’m gonna pass you off to somebody else for a tick, so I can have some alone time with my girl.”

“Well, at least you’re being polite about it,” Lucien deadpanned. ”I wanted to talk to Cree anyway.”

“You got it, boss,” she deadpanned right back.