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xetswan · 3 months

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By Your Side- Prologue

(Joshua Washington X Reader)

(Until Dawn)

[Prologue] [One] [Two]

“Hey sissy.” Jessica jumps on the end of my bed with a huge grin. I raise a brow, closing my laptop.

“What is it, Jess?” I let out a large sigh causing her to pout out her lip.

“Oh come on, I just wanted to hang out with my older sister.” She nudges my calf, scooting closer to me on the bed.

“Right, you haven’t called me sissy in years.” I call her out, to which my little sister scoffs. Shaking her head in disagreement to my statement.

Right now we’ve been home alone, our parents out for some business trip or so they say. They do this every month or two, telling us a business trip came up that they have to go to when in reality we all know it’s just a mini vacation they want to take without feeling guilty. Something they shouldn’t have to feel guilty for.

“Uh, yes I have. Just the other day. Maybe I just want to say it again.” Jessica argues with me and I let out a small chuckle.

“Okay, I’ll keep you to it, sissy.” I mock her, she tries to hide it but she breaks out into a smile as well.

“Okay, fine. I overheard Hannah saying we’re going to the lodge! Did Josh say anything to you about it?” She hops up on her knees, bouncing on my bed a little bit. “It was mentioned but I don’t think I’m going.” I let out a nervous laugh, I watched as her eyes bulged out of the sockets along with her mouth hung wide open.

“You have to go! Mom and dad won’t let me go unless you do.” She grips on my knee shaking me aggressively.

It’s not that I don’t want to go.

It sounds fun as heck but lately Josh has been acting a little more flirtatious with me and I’m not up for an awkward weekend of the group making fun of us. Ever since Thanksgiving he started becoming more flirty with me. I went to his family’s dinner and I don’t know.

I like him, of course I do. Who wouldn’t in my position I just don’t want our friendship to get messed up in the heat of things.

“I.. I don’t know Jessie. I have a lot of homework to catch up on.” I lie, I’m all caught up. I only have three classes so I also have time to work.

“[Name], please. I’ll clean your car whenever you want me to! And your dishes! For a month!” She pleads with me. I bite the tip of my thumb thinking about it. A weekend with friends might get out minds off of things. Josh might not bother me as much as I think he will. I close my eyes.

“Okay,” I breathe out, “okay, I’ll go but please try to make sure the pranks against me are at a minimum. And don’t worry about cleaning my things.” I slouch down a tad bit only to be brought back up by my sister who squeals and hugs me. “I can’t wait for the invitation to make things official!” She lets me go and excitedly leaves my room.

I hear her call Ashley which surprised me. I didn’t expect her to really become friends with Ashley. It’s better than Emily though.

I check my phone that pings a few times, Josh and Chris’s names pop up and I roll my eyes at what they’re saying.

“Partying it up on Mount Washington!!!!!!!!! What you guys think?” Josh using way too many exclamation points.

“I’m in, you know it!” Chris sends with multiple emojis and I snort out a laugh.

“[Name], how about you?” Josh puts a little winky face to which I roll my eyes, a smirk still laid upon my lips though.

“Hm, I don’t know.” I respond back, Chris sends a gasping face emoji in response to my message.

“You’re the life of the party you have to be there:(“ Chris says.

“Is it worth my time though?” I tease them, obviously I already told Jessica I was going. I’m not backing out of my word but it is fun to mess with my boys.

“Oh wowww, can’t believe Miss chugger won’t come to a party… with provided alcohol.” Josh says, my jaw slacks open in shock.

“Hey, Miss chugger is in the past, dead even and she’s not coming back.” I remind him. In high school we of course were bit of partiers.

I was the worst of the worst when it comes to drinking. I’d out drink everyone, chugging disgusting beers, taking shots of pure vodka like it was nothing. Just thinking about those days makes me want to vomit.

“I miss her:(“ Chris comments,

Josh puts the laughing emoji, “me too:(“ I roll my eyes once again.

“Shut up, I’m coming I already told Jessie I would. Miss chugger on the other hand you guys can forget it.” I turn my phone off after I hit send, getting back on my laptop to watching YouTube videos like I was before Jessica rudely came into my room.

“C’mon, sissy, everyone else is already waiting for us!” Jessica dramatically tugs me onto the cable car.

“You’re really sticking with Sissy now?” I scrunch my face, throwing my backpack onto my back since I just had to get my hat out, somehow I forgot how cold it actually was going to be up here. I was currently wearing a little puffer jacket, a pink slightly cropped sweater underneath with low rise jeans.

“Of course, I told you I might want to say it again and I do!” She folds her arms. I shake my head. “Okay, sorry.” I jokingly say.

As the cable car goes up I glance around. Taking in the beauty of it all.

I used to come up here with the Washington’s for the summer sometimes, this also isn’t my first winter up here. I love the Washington’s, they’ve always welcomed me. It was nice to have a place where I didn’t always have to take Jessica with me since she’s my younger sister our parents always expected me to have her tag along.

I love her and all but it’s cool to have my own time too.

“Look, I see them!” She points over to the group who were actually waiting for us. I glance over and they’re waving to us, so we do it back.

Jessica was practically on the edge of her seat excited to get off. As it gets to where we need to be we rush off and get greeted with hugs from our friends. Even if we’ve seen them just days or a few weeks ago.

“It’s nice to see you actually came!” Josh jokes with me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Yeah, it was a tough decision.” I mess with him. Chris gives me a small side hug.

“Ready for the weekend Chugger?” He takes my hat off to which I slap him on the arm.

“Chugger doesn’t exist anymore. Give me that!” I jump up to grab from the blond.

“I think I’ll wear it.” He places it on his head. “Doesn’t this look nice on me, Josh?” Chris turns to our other friends as we all start walking. “Oh man, I’d totally take you to the bone zone if you were a girl.” Josh says and I let out a sort of loud laugh.

“The bone zone? God you are so corny.” I hold my stomach.

“Okay, okay, calm down. It wasn’t that funny.” Josh pats my back. Chris tries to hold back his laughter as well.

“Are we almost there yet, my feet are killer from the work out I did earlier.” Matt speaks up from behind us, we stop and turn.

“Just a little bit always, princess.” Beth replies to him. “Ha-ha, I’m serious. I might’ve did a little too much.” He mainly comments the last part to himself. I then hear Mike and Emily flirting with each other making me want to gag but then I also notice how Hannah was staring at them, well staring at Mike.

We began walking again and I slowed down a little bit.

“Hey, Han.” I nudge her arm. She snaps out of her thoughts looking at me.

“Hey [Name].” She gives a small smile. “You like him?” I whisper, her face suddenly then drops.

“Who told you? Did Josh read my journal or something?” She starts to panic but I shush her, calming her down.

“No, no, I saw the way you were looking at them. Either you like him or it’s Emily which is kind of doubtful considering I didn’t think you swung that way. It’s not a bad thing if you did.” I rambled on a little bit, causing her to snicker shaking her head.

“It’s him, I didn’t think I was that obvious.” She shyly rubs her hands together, most likely trying to give herself warmth.

“It’s probably not, I just enjoy observing people sometimes.” I assure her.

“Oh, okay. Well I’ve actually done some observing myself and it seems like you’re avoiding my brother.” She calls me out, my mouth instantly closing having nothing to say in response to that spot on observance she had.

“What? I haven’t- I’m not avoiding him.” I disagree, glancing up to see Josh, Chris and Matt messing with each other as Mike cheers for god knows what they’re doing. “Right, so you not coming over on the weekends to hang out with Josh after Thanksgiving is you not avoiding him?” She questions me.

“Exactly it’s not.” I try to stay confident with my answer, attempting to keep a straight face but once I look at her we both burst into laughter.

“Fine, fine! I am.” I sigh out, kicking the snow as we walk up the trail. “But why? You guys never have a problem.” She frowns.

“It’s a long story.” I bite my bottom lip thinking about all that’s happened.

“We have some time before we get to the house.” She says, shrugging her shoulders. I glance up ahead again, seeing as everyone was pre-occupied with each other.

“Josh and I sort of got flirty with each other. Your brother was super headstrong with it. I kind of did it back. We kissed a few times on Thanksgiving night and since that night I was scared it would ruin our friendship so I cut back. I gave excuses to not come over.” I let out in a low voice so only she could hear. Hannah smiles at me sweetly.

“I know I’m a jerk for it but it’s just my anxiety taking over I guess.” I stare at the ground.

“You’re not a jerk. That also wasn’t a long story.” She comments, both of us laughing once again. “Just talk with Josh. You never know what could happen.” Hannah nudges me, I do it back to her. Both of us smiling. “Okay, I will.” I stand up straighter.

Once we get to the lodge, Josh opens the door dramatically.

“Finally, warmth!” Sam opens her arms, spinning around as she walks further inside. I watch Beth turn the lights on with a smirk watching Sam. “Very exciting.” I agree, tugging my jacket off, holding it in my arm.

“Party time!” Mike announces earning the rest of us to cheer. Josh, Chris, Ashley and I go get our rooms, well Josh is showing us to ours, I’m the last one too. He turns a familiar corner and I start to fold my arms.

“This is your room, Josh.” I point out. “Nice observation.” He smirks, taking my jacket and back from my hands he places them down with his on a chair that’s up against the wall. I shake my head, chuckling.

“Where’s my actual room that I usually sleep in?” I lean against the doorway.

“Oh c’mon, babe. Just this weekend.” He comes up to me, taking one of my hands. “Just this weekend, what?” I raise a brow, confused but also intrigued. He leads me into the room, sitting me down before going back to close the door.

“I mean we both know how we feel about each other. It’s pretty obvious.” He concludes, not exactly looking me in the eyes. “And how do we feel about each other, Joshua?” I stare up at him. His eyes finally meet mine, and it looks like he melted just from our eye contact.

“Y’know…” He mutters, coming closer. “I don’t.” I tease him, standing up to push him down on the bed so I’m in between his legs this time. His hands find my hips, aggressively he squeezes them, lowly groaning.

“[Name], please, you don’t understand what you do to me.” He pulls me closer to him, my chest practically in his face. I feel my face warm up, I wasn’t expecting this. My hand drags up his torso to his face, cradling it as I force him to look up at me.

“Let’s try this out.” I whisper. His eyes lighten up, I feel his grip tighten even more.

“What- what do you mean?” He adjusts himself on the bed, I still stare at his face. “Let’s try out the relationship thing,” I begin and a smile erupts on his face.

“But, if this doesn’t work out, we don’t let our friendship get awkward.” I practically am begging with my facial expression. “It will work out.” He pushes me back a little bit so he can stand up. He kisses me gently, first on the lips then trailing down to my jawline.

“We should get going back down before anyone gets suspicious.” I hum out, feeling his lips begin to touch my neck. I try to push on his chest but he’s gripping my sides so tightly like I’ll run away.

“Let them.” He takes a small break only to work on my neck again. “Josh.” I gasp. He snickers, finally stopping. His eyes trail all over my face then to my neck.

“You might want to cover that up.” He taps the spot he was attacking before grabbing his phone from the bed and walking out. My face scrunches up, confused at first but then I rush over to the mirror, I let out a loud gasp.

“Joshua!!” I hold my neck and I hear him let out a laugh. I sigh, going over to the chair with our stuff and dig in it, finding a stupid thin scarf I brought and neatly wrap it to hide the hickey he gave me.

I finally start heading downstairs, joining the rest of the group who were planning out what we’re doing for the weekend.

Later that night Josh and Chris decided to do a drinking game, I sat next to Josh as Chris sat across from us.

Beth and Sam were watching everything go down. “Come on Chugger, you gotta join us.” Chris practically whines, my eyes roll in response. “I told you she’s dead. Now knock it off.” I wave my hand in a swift movement.

“I liked Chugger, she was sexy.” Josh whispered the last part into my ear. I shove him away from me as my face warmed up.

“What was that? Care to share with the class?” Sam speaks up and I felt my eyes widen.

“Chugger, she was a sexy woman back in the day.” Josh announces and my body shrivels down in embarrassment. “She was a careless teenager.” I disagree. “Same thing.” Chris shrugs his shoulders, picking up a beer and beginning to take the first sip.

I watched as the two get shitfaced with Beth and Sam, us three talking about school work or just things going on in our lives.

Sam decides to join the others and I think Hannah went to go write or something, Beth and I are now taking pictures on our phones acting stupid.

Josh and Chris are passed out now.

“I’m glad you decided to come.” Beth smiles at me and I nod, putting my phone down.

“Me too, even if your brother is annoying. I’m still having fun.” I joke, of course forgetting why I have my scarf on I take it off due to me getting hot and my neck starting to sweat.

“He loves you.” Beth mumbles looking over at her drunken brother, laughing. “I don’t know about love but yeah.” I glance over at him, his face smushed on his arm with his mouth wide open.

“Oh my god.” The girl suddenly whispers and I snap my head over to her. “What? What is it?” I look down at myself to see if she accidentally dropped something on me.

“Is that a hickey?” She flicks the spot on my neck, I hiss, slapping her hand away.

“Is that from Josh?” She breaks out into a small laughing fit.

“What- no, it’s- maybe.” I couldn’t find a good excuse okay? Kill me. “That’s hilarious, Matt owes me fifty bucks.” She throws her head back.

“You bet on our love life?” I crossed my arms. “Everyone practically did. Even Chris.” She gets up to start cleaning after Josh and Chris.

I just sit there, in shock from what she just told me.

Beth leaves the room and I go back to sitting beside Josh, laying my head down on his shoulder. He moves around a little bit. “Hm?” He hums and I shush him.

“Sorry, just wanted to be by you.” I whisper. He grumbles a little bit but harshly leans up to put his arm around me, laying his head back down on his other arm. I smile to myself, laying down on my arm, cuddling up next to him. Our legs now sort of entangled together. I didn’t drink or anything but the tiredness of traveling finally hit me.

I don’t even know how much time has passed but that was until I heard the ending of a conversation.

“Just because he’s class Prez doesn’t mean he belongs to everyone… Mike is my man.” I hear Emily say as they leave the kitchen.

“Hey, Em. I’m not anybody’s man.”

“Whatever you say, Darling!” She sings. I lift my head up for a second but then shrug, going back to sleep, I hear someone walk in but I just ignore it.

Thinking I was going to get to fall asleep for longer I instead get Beth walking in to continue cleaning up, I still let Josh hold onto me but I sit my head up to watch her.

“Hey did you see that? Dad said it’d just be us this weekend.” She turns to us but sees the two boys still passed out.

“Josh?”

“He’s been passed out, love. I don’t think you’ll be waking him up anytime soon.” I give her a sad face.

“But what did you see?” I ask. “I thought I saw someone outside. I swear I did.” She frowns, glancing at the window again but she heads over to the counter.

She picks up a bottle that’s in front of us and empty by the way. It’s an older scotch, Jeremiah Cragg.

“Jeez, Josh… Once again brother you outdone us all. She pats the arm that he has around me and I tiredly laugh. I then watch her spin a paper around, picking it up to read it.

“Oh my god. What did our naive sister get herself into now?” Beth turns to us and I raise a brow. “What?” I ask. “Here.” She hands me the paper and I read it. I close my eyes letting out a long breath.

“I think they found out about Hannah’s feelings. This has to be a prank.” I gently pull Josh’s arm off of me and I stand up, placing the paper down and they we look outside to see Hannah crying, running past the window.

“Oh my god.” I gasp.

“Wake Josh I’ll go to the others, I hope that wasn’t Hannah.” She runs outside, I nod. Going over to the passed out drunk. I overhear the others yelling outside for Hannah and then hear Beth run after her sister.

“Josh, Joshua, hun.” I push his body. His snore becomes a little louder and I bite my bottom lip. “Babe, c’mon wake up, Beth and Hannah ran outside.” I say a little loud, shaking him more aggressively.

“What?” He becomes more awake.

“They what?” He lifts his head up.

“The others played a prank on Hannah, I’m guessing it was bad because she ran outside and Beth followed from what I heard.” I tell him, now he’s more alert and he drunkenly stood up. He stumbles a bit so I run over and get him a water.

“Here, drink and let’s go.” I tell him. Suddenly when we saw the group he sobers up.

“What the hell did you guys do!?” Josh angrily shouts, he was holding my hand for support.

“It was just a prank, Josh, we didn’t mean for it to upset her like that.” Emily steps forward and I glare at her. Then at Mike, then to Jessica.

“Especially you, Jessica.” I point a finger at her, her head goes down.

“I can’t believe you guys would do something so stupid like that.” I shake my head, disappointed.

“I tried to warn her, I was too late.” Sam tells me and I smile weakly. “Let’s just hope they come back soon.” I frown.

Soon never came though.

After thirty minutes Josh began to panic and I woke Chris up. Catching him up with everything as we decided to go look for the two sisters.

I called the police and mountain patrol but we never found them.

For months we did search parties, I stayed by Josh’s side, knowing it’s a tough time for him. I barely passed two semesters as I was always with him trying to help.

I didn’t mind it though. I wanted to make sure he was okay. I knew he wasn’t. His parents were rough on him, telling him it was his fault since he was drunk.

It wasn’t his fault. It was our stupid friends fault for playing that dirty prank on Hannah the way they did.

It’s about a year now and no one has even seen a sign of them…

It’s horrible.

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americahasasuperstar · 1 year

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OPEN ARMS ( chad meeks-martin )

summary : you’re the only person there for him no matter what, and for that, chad loves you more than words can explain

warnings : swearing, fluff, kissing, mentions of death, somewhat angst?

It was 3 in the morning when he called.

Dealing with Chad and his idiotic behavior wasn’t anything new to you. You came into his life when he was 6 after he and Mindy had teamed up to save you from falling off the monkey bars ( you were only up there because of Mindy tho so honestly, they really didn’t have a choice but to save you ). Ever since then, the twins had been in your life and always a constant bother even though you truly never minded.

Chad was the main one though. He always came to you for the smallest of things, and you never turned him down which is why he never felt as if he needed fro stop. After what had happened in Woodsboro, things had become worse for him. Sure, he always had some issues with nightmares due to petty things like football injuries and getting pantsed in front of the entire student body, but now he could barely sleep anymore and it pained you to see someone you adored with your entire heart struggle in a way that your advise or love couldn’t really help.

When he had called, you weren’t doing anything other than watching Grey’s Anatomy so you were quick to put a pause on your show to see what he needed. When you answered the phone, you immediately could sense that something was wrong with your friend by the quiet yet still audible ( you have good hearing… plus it was dead quiet on both sides ). A part of you hoped that this time, it was one of the times where Chad was just bored and couldn’t sleep and wanted to take you out on a late night drive to talk about random bullshit. Unfortunately, it was a night where he had dream about her.

“You know, she would want you to seek therapy and find a way to cope with her death.” You said, referring to Liv McKenzie. You had never grew close to her during her short time in the group, but you knew her well enough to know that she truly loved Chad and wanted the best for him.

“Therapy doesn’t do a damn thing but point out how I’m fucked up.” Chad scoffed. You could practically hear his eye roll over the phone.

“Maybe find a new one?” You suggested.

“I did. I’m on the phone with her right now.” He said.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head as you reached over and turned your lamp on. “Dr. Y/L/N at your service. Lay it on me.” You told him.

“Uh… well… open your door?” Chad asked you.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up on your couch, looking behind you at the door. “Chad… don’t tell me—“

“Yeah, I’m outside. Open up.” He told you.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, tossing it on the couch before she got up. You didn’t know why you were surprised. This wasn’t the first time that Chad showed up randomly at night just so he could see you. You always secretly hoped that when you were awake at odd times, you’d get the chance to see Chad. He would just show up and talk to you for hours, never leaving you to yourself which you always appreciated. It made you feel… complete. To have someone that wanted to be around you so much that they went out of to make sure they saw you every time that they could. Maybe it was wrong to feel such a way about someone you considered to be just close friends, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you loved Chad a bit too much. He did so many things that made you feel how you felt. Showing up and spending time with you was one of them.

“You’re lucky I opted to live alone!” You called out, walking over to her door and unlocking it so she could open it.

“Your roommate would fucking hate me if you had one.” Chad chuckled, sniffling as he wiped his wet face.

“Aww. Tears?” You asked, pouting as he walked past you into what he considered to be his home too. And with how much he was in your apartment, it practically his home.

“Nah, the damn rain.” Chad said, shaking his head as he scoffed. “Duh they’re tears, Y/N.”

You bit back a smart remark, instead choosing peace. You closed the door behind him after he came in, and opened your arms for him. “Come here, you big teddy bear.”

He gladly took solace in your arms, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You could feel how tense he was. It upset you that he barely ever got to be the carefree boy he used to be before the attacks last year. It was fine though. He had you to be there for him whenever he needed some comfort. Like now. You knew he wasn’t going to let go of you, so you just accepted that and started to move backwards towards the couch. You found yourself tripping and falling back onto the couch, giggling softly when he landed on top of you with a barely audible grunt since his face was still buried in your shoulder.

He took some time to find a comfortable position between your leg, while you were already very comfortable. He was very soft. Very warm. Fucking heavy as well, but that wasn’t that bad. “How bad was it this time?” You wondered.

“You know… I see her face every time I close my eyes. And it just hurts so much because… why?” He admitted, letting out a deep sigh as he laid his head on your chest. “Why did she have to die? Why not someone else? I know that’s fucked to say, but I’d rather it be somebody that I didn’t know.”

“I get it. It would hurt way less if it was Neil Booker from trig.” You stated, giggling at your own joke. It was a bit rude, but nobody liked Neil. Not even his own parents.

“Definitely wouldn’t care if that asshole bit it.” Chad chuckled. The humor in the air vanished quickly though. He got sad easily, it was his thing. You didn’t mind. “I just… I feel terrible. I wasn’t there to protect her—“

“You were quite literally fighting for your own life.”

“She was calling my name when she found me. Begging me to wake up. I heard her. I tried to tell her that I was still here. I just wasn’t strong enough. I wish I could’ve said I love you. Or goodbye. Or something.” He admitted.

“She knew you loved her. Trust me, Chad, she knew. You made it clear so many times.” You reassured him. You started to draw circles on his back, hoping that it would comfort him in the same way it did when he did it to you.

“I hope you’re right. I just feel so bad… I truly did love her, you know?” He told you. “She was a great girlfriend. It just sucks that…”

“That what? She isn’t here with us?” You asked him.

Chad took a second to respond, clearing his throat as he lifted himself off of your chest. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused on why he suddenly got up but you didn’t bother to question what he did anymore. “No. That I love someone else now.” He said.

“What?” You scoffed, sitting up as well now. “Why is this the first time I’m hearing about some new girl you have feelings for? Is it that girl Tara rooms with? I hate her honestly, but like, she’s pretty or whatever.” You said.

It was painfully obvious that you had an issue with him having feelings for some other girl. You were jealous, whatever, it wasn’t like it was uncalled for. He treated you like a girlfriend. Took you out to your favorite places in New York randomly. Gifted you things that no friend gifted someone they didn’t like in a romantic way like a ring or a box or chocolates. Showed up at odd hours of the night just to spend time with you. So excuse you if you started to develop feelings for your best friend. You just hoped that he would’ve felt the same way about you though. Maybe it was stupid to think that.

Chad just chuckled and shook his head at you though. You didn’t know why he was doing that, but then that’s when he started to lean closer to you. You felt all the oxygen in the room suddenly vanish and you felt your chest getting tight as he got closer and closer to you. You waited for this moment for years. Why wouldn’t you? Anyone would wish to kiss Chad Meeks-Martin. And here he was, about to grant your wish.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked you, his eyes glued to your glossy lips as he stopped just an inch away from them.

You didn’t bother to give him a verbal response, instead you closed the gap between your lips. Instantly, butterflies erupted in your stomachs as your lips touched. Finally. You felt as if you were in heaven as Chad pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss by adding tongue. You moaned into his mouth, your hands finding themselves tangled and tugging at his mess of hair. You were struggling to breathe but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to stop kissing him. He tasted like iced coffee and cherry lip balm, a gift from yours truly. And, man, was he a good kisser. Your first kiss with him was everything that you imagined, and more. You hoped he felt the same way though.

When you two finally had to separate for air, you knew for a fact that he was in bliss too. He looked strung out on you, his eyelids hanging low and his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t believe that he finally got to kiss The Y/N Y/L/N. Every boy in Woodsboro would kill to be in his place. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward again, giving her a quick kiss just to savor her taste. He didn’t want to move too fast though. So he controlled himself and just pushed you back down on the couch so he could resume laying down on you until he fell asleep peacefully.

“Thank you so much for being someone I can talk to. It makes me feel safe.” Chad whispered, growing restless as he laid comfortably on your chest.

“Always Chad. I’m always going to be here.” You reassured him. You were still smiling ear to ear. He could hear it in your voice, and it made him smile just as wide.

He hummed peacefully as he closed his eyes. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much, you don’t even understand.” He said.

You felt your heart swell up with pride and happiness as you played in his curly hair. He loved you. Chad loved Y/N. “I love you more, Chad.” You smiled.

Just wait until Mindy hears about this.

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bipstargirl · 10 months

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SAMANTHA CARPENTER

☆ ❝ Samantha Carpenter x short!reader ❞

☆ ❝ A linguagem do amor de Sam ❞

☆ ❝ Unspoken Comfort ❞

☆ ❝ Tara Cupid ❞

JILL ROBERTS

☆ ❝ Jill's love language ❞

TARA CARPENTER

☆ ❝ Provocação Charmosa ❞

TATUM RILEY

☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞

BILLY LOOMIS

☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞

STU MACHER

☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞

RANDY MEEKS

☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞

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writing-fanics · 1 year

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👉👈can I request slowly falling in love with bird boy 🥹Maybeeeeee she's liiiiike a princess of some other kingdom or something I don't know, I'm a sucker for princesses. Sleeping Beauty was my favorite (IS my favorite still) Disney princess movie. I always wanted a dress like Aurora's (rose, whatever). I would just die a little bit if there was a foggy moor and some angst But ultimately a happy ending

A/n: Queen Briar Rose not affiliated with Aurora

{ 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖝 𝕱!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 }

Word Count: 3k

[warning: arranged marriage: angst: fluff: diaval [yes he gets his own warning]: established feelings]

"I just don't think it's safe for you to travel alone to the Moors." [Y/n]'s father the king said while looking at his daughter the princess. She sighed, as she climbed onto her horse. "Father, I've traveled alone to the Moors before." [Y/n] said as she tightened the reins on her horse.

"Yes, but those creatures are dangerous and the rumors about Maleficent." He stopped for a moment watching as his daughter looked on.

"Father please, I'm friends with the creatures in the Moors as is Aurora." [Y/n] says as she pets her horse ready to ride off toward the Moors. She notices his worried look, "Father, don't worry about me I'll be fine." She says smiling holding onto his hands. The worried king could only smile as he looked up at his daughter, "You're just like your mother." He says to his daughter and she smiles softly looking down at him.

"I'll be back before nightfall." She says as hits the reins riding off towards the Moors. Her father watched as his daughter got smaller and smaller the further she got, "Sire?" The King turned around seeing the guard standing behind him, "The King and Queen of Thuwen have arrived." The guard says and the King nods. Sighing as he left the stables to go greet his guest.

[Y/n] smiled as she got down from her horse, and smiled seeing Aurora waiting for her, "Aurora!" She shouted running towards her friend and bringing her into a warm embrace.

"It's been too long my dear friend," She said smiling and looking at her, as they entered the Moors and began talking, catching up on missed things.

"I've missed coming here as you feel at home here as do I," She says smiling Aurora smiled, watching as the sprites flew around [Y/n] placing flowers into her hair.

As the morning leads into the afternoon, and the afternoon leads into the evening. The two friends spent time amongst each other and the Moor Folk, playing among the flowers underneath the trees and of course throwing mud.

Diaval laughed seeing her face covered in mud [Y/n] turned to look at him, and picked up some mud in her hand. With her hand covered in mud, she threw it at him his face was covered in even more mud. She giggled looking at his mud-covered face. She hadn't had this much fun in ages. After cleaning the mud off her face; she sat on some rock by the edge of the creek. Smiling as she looked up at the night sky. "The stars are far more beautiful here than they're in my kingdom." She says in absolute awe, the stars sparkled above her, she giggled as the sprites braided her hair; placing flowers of different colors and sizes on her [h/c] locks.

Diaval emerged from behind a tree; hearing footsteps [Y/n] sat up and turned to look towards him she smiled seeing him. "You are quite lucky." She says turning away to look back up at the stars, "You get to sleep below this beautiful night sky." He walked towards her and sat down beside her gazing up at the stars. His heart couldn't help but swell as he looked at her, the way her hair fell perfectly at her side. The flowers in her hair added to her beauty. The way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The smell of flowers followed her whenever she was around.

She yawned stretching out her arms and placing her head on his shoulder. "If I could I'd live in the Moors forever." She said tiredly her eyes becoming heavy. Diaval who's heart is practically banging loudly against his chest. "Um." He clears his throat, "Why not? Aurora loves having you around." He says and she sighs tiredly, "I cannot one day I'll be queen, and when that day comes sadly." She sighs yawning once more as sleep slowly takes over.

"My days of fun will be no more," She says he looks down at her sadly. She yawned again scratching the side of her nose as she fell asleep. Her head leaned against Diaval's shoulder. It wasn't long before she started snoring and drooling ran down the corner of her mouth. His heart continued to swell as he watched her sleep. Eventually, he fell asleep too his head on top of hers.

"You said by nightfall it's now dawn." Her father shouted at her and she sighed, "I fell asleep father, and lost track of time, I'm sorry." She said looking at him and he shook his head.

She sighed getting off her horse and walking passed her father. And into the palace to go towards her room, “Y/n, we have gu-”

“And there she is.” Queen Briar Rose said seeing [Y/n] emerge from around the corner. Walking towards her the Queen curtsied, “The beautiful princess Y/n.” She placed her hand on the princess.

“Y/n, might I introduce you too Queen Briar Rose of the kingdom of Thuwen.”Her father says to her and [y/n] smiles softly..

“Hello, your majesty if you might excuse me so I may get ready.” She says walking away and the Queen notices her bare feet.

“Your highness, May I ask does she always walks around barefoot.” She asked looking at the king.

“Yes, she’s free spirited. Her lateness is because of her daily visits to the Moors.” He said and the Queen gasped.

“You let your child travel to that place?” She asked in shock, “Your majesty.” She finished.

“Yes, she’s quite close with Aurora.” He says and the Queen looks at him. [Y/n] then emerges from the stairs wearing a clean dress and is ready for the day.

Throughout the day [Y/n] and the Queen would talk. And mostly the Queen would completely be rude to [Y/n] making condescending remarks about the Moor Folk.

“I’m sorry your majesty I have my opinion and you may have your own. but the things you say about the Moor Folk are wrong. They’ve never hurt anyone not without reason.” She said looking at the Queen.

“But that Maleficent.” The Queen began.

“Maleficent is misunderstood she’s the one that saved Aurora.” [Y/n] says sighing wanting this day to end so that tomorrow she may go to the Moors once more.

Eventually, the conversation didn’t go anywhere and the Queen ended it without letting [Y/n] give her side. Instead she went on about her son Jame. And how he may be a good match for [Y/n] which she immediately shut down.

Cause her mother made her father promise to not marry off their daughter and let her find love. On her own time. As time went on the prince arrived and his mother introduced her to [y/n]. Who wanted to sneak away to the Moors.

As the day slowly came to a close, [y/n] sat in her room. When her father knocked on the door, “Yes father.” She asked looking towards the door.

“Y/n, I’m getting old and as your father i want you to be protected once I’m gone.” He says and she looks at him and sighs.

“So, I know your not going to like this but. You’re now betrothed to Prince James of Thuwen.” He said and her eyes widened as she turned to look at her father.

“WHAT?!” She shouted looking at him glaring at him. Her hands balled up into a fist, “No, you can’t you promised mother.” She said looking at him and she was annoyed angry furious.

“You can’t do this to me! I barely know him! I just met him!” She shouted pacing her room. Just as Diaval landed on her windowsill.

“I’m sorry, but this is how it’s going to be.” He says and she groans tears brimming her eyes.

“I’m not marrying him and you can’t make me!” She shouted throwing her pillow across the room.

The king left knowing he need to leave her alone, sniffling she cried alone on her bed. Until she heard cawing and pecking at her window.

“Pretty bird,” she says smiling as she petted the top of his head. scratching underneath his wing and under his chin.

she sighed as she started venting about todays problems. “my father promised me that he wouldn’t marry me off.” she groaned pulling her hand away from him. and pacing back and forth in her room.

“My mother made him promise that he would let me find love in my own time.” She groaned in annoyance running her fingers through her hair.

“Now, I’m to be married off to the Prince of Thuwen.” She groaned twirling her hair.

“I have nothing against the prince nor the Kingdom of Thuwen. But”

“He promised, I know he’s growing old and isn’t long for this world.” She walked towards the chair on the end of her bed, and sat down.

Diaval flew over towards her landing on her lap. She smiled looking down at him, “What am I, to do Diaval?” She sighed gently petting him, he leaned into her touch.

[Y/n] so lost in her own thoughts she didn’t know. That someone was listening in on her conversation to the raven. Setting in their mind that the princess of Houdour was truly lost in the head.

“I hear she spends all day with those beasts and creatures from the Moors.” Queen Briar Rose said to her son James on the ride home to their kingdom. “I heard her talking to a raven.” James laughed as his family gossiped about the princess. “I hear she even walks bare feet around the palace.” King Vincent laughed, as the royal family of Thuwen gossiped about the princess.

“I will say she is beautiful but not that beautiful,” James says laughing and his mother nods agreeing.

Diaval listened to the royal's tasteless insults about [Y/n] and was livid. Hearing how cruelly they talked about the princess behind her back. When she welcomed them to her kingdom with kindness. He wanted to scare them. Knock some sense into them. But he could not he was merely a bird a raven no doubt. So he flew back towards Houdour and towards [Y/n]’s window. She lay in her bed unable to sleep tossing and turning. He landed on her windowsill and she smiled, sitting up and the bed and walking towards him.

She smiled as she lay in bed pressing a kiss on his beak. Before closing her eyes and falling asleep. His tiny raven heart pounded against his chest he felt as if he’d explode. He almost couldn’t contain his shock and excitement. But not wanting to wake her from her sleep. He contained himself. He looked down at her as she slept. Watching as her chest rose and fell. He watched as her nose twitched in her sleep, her tiny snores escaping her lips. He brushed his feathers against her cheek. A soft smile formed on her face as she curled into her bed more. Diaval then took off out the window and back towards the Moors.

The next day she was in the Moors, [Y/n] with the Moor Folk laughing, as they splashed in the water. Her dress now soaking wet and her hair as well. She smiled noticing Diaval watching her from afar he quickly looked away. She continued playing with the Moor Folk.

“You love her don’t you?” Aurora asked walking up beside him. “Is it that obvious?” He asked looking at Aurora, and she smiled softly nodding. "I see the way you look at her," She says watching as he looks at [Y/n] longingly.

“Why, don’t you talk to her tell her how you fell?” She asked looking at him and looked at [y/n] nervously.

“She’s to be married to someone else. I’ve heard what they say about her nasty sort.” He says looking at her knowing that if he ever married the prince of Thuwen. She’d possibly be miserable for her entire life.

Being forced to take the nasty comments by those who don’t understand her love for the Moors and it’s beautiful creatures.

“Oh, I just wanted to scare them you know. They were talking about her so poorly behind her back.” He continued on both Aurora listened.

“Tell her.” She said looking at him and as his gaze went back to look at [Y/n]. He realized she went missing looking around frantically it wasn’t until he looked down.

Seeing her figure underwater slowly creeping it’s head up. And blowing water at him like a fountain. Aurora laughed and Diaval wiped the water off his face.

[Y/n] started laughing seeing Diaval’s face wet, he looked at her as if planning a pay back. Which of course he did by picking up some nearby mud and throwing it at her hitting her straight in the face.

“Oh, you’re dead!” She shouted playfully getting out of the water and started chasing him around the Moors.

The two ended up falling on each other, Diaval landing on top of [Y/n]. Causing them both to stammer and pull apart from then compromising position that they were in.

“Diaval do you ever wish you could just fly away somewhere else?” She asked looking at him.

“No, why?” He asked looking at her and she looked down, “Because, I do. I don’t wish to marry prince Jame of Thuwen.” She says hugging her knees to her chest.

“I already know what they think of me. They think I’m not what they call a “princess” cause one should never frolic amongst the moor folk. one should never walk bare foot around her own palace.” she went on and on, and Diaval looked at her sadly.

“Don’t listen to them you’re perfect just the way you are.” He says and her cheeks heated up. She smiled looking at him. “Thanks Diaval,” she says smiling looking at him.

Slowly their hands crept closer and closer to each other. She turned to look at him then the two slowly leaned toward each other for a kiss. As they leaned in she noticed a signal going off at her palace. “No.” She said pulling away and looking towards her palace.

“What’s wrong?” He asked looking at her and sniffling, “My father, he’s gone.” She whispered falling to her knees.

Once she arrived at the palace the guards brought her to her father's chambers, and she fell to her knees at his bedside as she held his hand crying.

[ The Next Day ]

The maids helped prepare her for the wedding. [Y/n] held a blank face the entire day as they helped get the dress on. Of course, the queen wanted her to wear something more to her taste. Which wasn't of [Y/n]'s style or personality. As she looked at herself in the mirror seeing herself in the dress.

Her eyes glossed over as tears brimmed her eyes. She didn't want to marry James. She wanted to be with Diaval, not some prince from a neighboring kingdom she knew nothing about. She wanted Diaval the raven turned into a man she fell in love with. She'd never forget the day Aurora introduced her to him for the first time. At that moment she felt butterflies in her stomach. Like the whole world stopped around her and seemed to move slowly.

She'd always cherish the moments they spent together, "Are you sure you want this, your highness?" Amelia one of the servants asked, looking up at the princess. Wiping away her tears [Y/n] looked at her, "I must it's what my father would've wanted." She says looking down t the made.

"Yes, but what do you want your highness. I've seen the way you look at your raven friend." She says and [Y/n] looks away causing the maid to smile softly, "You care for him, you love him, then go to him. Don't put yourself through a life of misery. Your happiness is far more important. I've seen what marriages like this can do to a young woman." She says looking at the young princess.

"Follow what your heart wants." She says and Amelia curtsies before leaving the room. Leaving the princess there alone and in deep thought.

As she walked down the aisle, [Y/n] looked down she didn’t know was doing the right thing for her people her kingdom? Her mother would’ve wanted her to do what was best for herself. Her family for generations lived in this kingdom to watch as it grew and flourished. The people build with their blood, sweat, and tears. Maybe it was time to give it back to them. Give the kingdom to the people as Aurora did to her own.

[Y/n] tightly gripped the bouquet in her hands contemplating running out of the chapel and towards the Moors. To be with the one she truly loved the most. She couldn’t just stand here and be married off to a prince who’d never appreciate her. Who’d only bully and belittle her for the things she loved.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace”

“I obj-”

“I object!” Diaval shouted. Everyone turned toward the doors as Diaval came running through the doors. Running towards the altar. “Diaval?” She said watching as he ran towards her, "Y/n," He said catching his breathing.

"Y/n, from the moment I laid I eyes on you I thought that you were the most beautiful person I've ever met. And those days spent with you were the most magical of them all." He said, looking at her and she smiled softly as she looked at him.

"Hey get ou-" James started but [Y/n] raised her hand in his face, and his eyes widened in shock.

"I love you, Y/n." Diaval says and [Y/n] smiled and looked at him, "I love you too" She said smiling pulling him into a kiss. Their lips finally touched a smile grew across her lips. James looked towards his parents in shock and his parents looked towards [y/n] in disgust.

“how’s you say we get out of here?” She asks looking at him, “I’d think of nothing better M’lady.” He says and she smiles as he takes her hand and the two run out of the chapel.

Not before she announces giving her kingdom to the people. which is followed by mass applause. and cheering. and two years later the same year Prince Phillip would propose to his beloved Aurora. Diaval and [Y/n] welcomed a baby girl into the world, Eufemie.

a/n: I had so much fun writing this omg, sorry if it seems a bit choppy at points but omg I loved writing this keep the Diaval request coming.

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#diaval x reader #diaval x you #diaval x y/n #diaval imagines #diaval headcannons #maleficent #romance #x reader #angst #fluff #sleeping beauty #sam riley imagines

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slasherscream · 8 days

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Can you do some more until dawn characters (yandere please) like you’re trying on clothes at the mall and ask their opinion?

YANDERE UNTIL DAWN CHARACTERS + READER IS TRYING ON CLOTHES

A/N: thank you for reading my until dawn content! it's such a small fandom these days, comments/reblogs/anon reviews/asks are appreciated as they let me know people are still reading these.

- Josh has an excellent eye for aesthetics. He may not know all the words/names for the types of clothes you look good in but he recognizes them right away. He’ll try and describe something you should get, give up, wander off, then come back with examples of what he meant while you’re in the dressing room. If the shopping trip is under four hours he can remain locked in the entire time. This is the strength of will and character that comes with being the big brother to two little sisters who got his driving license first. He’s spent entire lifetimes at the mall hyping up the twins. He knows what to do. Overall helpfulness: 8/10.

- Sam loves spending quality time with you. Quality time is one of her preferred love languages, in fact. She picks you up for your shopping day with your favorite coffee shop order in hand, from the best place in town. She’s good with little details like that. You can always count on her to give you her honest opinion on what you pick out. She’s gentle about it, but she’ll never let you wear something she thinks is unflattering. She’s also mindful of waste consumption. With Sam’s help you wind up picking things you love, are comfortable wearing, and that you’ll actually use. Not a penny wasted, no matter how much you spend. Overall helpfulness: 10/10.

- Chris could not possibly, in any version of reality, fix his mouth to give you a criticism about any of your choices. Let alone choices about how you will go about decorating your body. He’s lucky he gets to look at you. It’s an honor! Thank you for honoring him! Every time you step out of the dressing room you will get the exact same answer, very enthusiastically, in the same tone: “That looks GREAT, babe!” You’ll be ready to kill him thirty minutes in. Absolutely worthless feedback. You’ll have to get help from the salespeople who work there for opinions. If you want a ‘yes man’ this is your guy! Overall helpfulness: 3/10.

Hannah is another sap. She’s more helpful than Chris, but only by the slightest margin. If something doesn’t look good she’ll be able to stutter her way around to it…. eventually. She’s nearly petrified at the thought of upsetting you. Never-mind the fact that you’ve asked her how the top looks on you five times now. “Well…. I mean… how do YOU think it looks, Y/N?” As if you’d be asking if you could come up with an opinion yourself. You’ll wind up leaving with only a few items. You’ll have to come back with a friend in a few days. You may need a new wardrobe, but if you need help picking it out, you’ll need a different set of eyes. Overall helpfulness: 4/10.

- Emily is going to be honest to the point that, yes, it will hurt your feelings a little… if you’re lucky. Mileage may vary. If you’re particularly sensitive she’ll hurt your feelings a lot. But god forbid you start trying to take someone nicer shopping with you. She’ll throw the hissy fit of the century when she finds out. Yes, when, and not if. Emily manages to find out everything you try to keep from her. Everything. On one hand you’ll wind up looking the best you’ve ever looked. Your entire wardrobe suits you perfectly. She even buys/picks out things that you’ll like, in your style, even if she finds the style personally distasteful. That’s how much she loves you. It just has to suit you, or else she will say something, and the way she says it is never very nice. You’ll look incredible, but at what cost to your mental health? Overall helpfulness: 8/10.

- Mike isn't very enthusiastic about the activity, but likes the good boyfriend points it garners him. Thus, he will come along whenever you bid him to do so. He’s only got about two and a half hours of shopping in him though, so try and have an idea of what you want to get in your mind. Before you arrive at the stores, please. If you take a long lunch break he can go back for another two hours but this is his hard limit. Knows well enough what you already look good in. Or when something looks downright awful on you. He does struggle a little to help if you’re wanting to try a completely new style. He’s as lost as you. The more underground/alternative/particular the style you want to try is, the worse the advice gets. If you’re just doing a wardrobe refresher this is your man. Overall helpfulness: 6/10.

- Beth makes shopping relaxing. You’ll stay as long as you need in order to get everything you need. She probably had you make a Pinterest board before you guys went out so that you’d be able to refer back to it. She knows getting into the stores can wipe your mind clean of what you needed/wanted to get. She’ll have you guys stop for lunch as well, but then you’re right back at it! She likes seeing your style evolve and change. Her feedback is honest, but gentle. It won’t ever feel like a criticism of your body, just the clothing. You walk out satisfied and always happier than when you came in together. Overall helpfulness: 10/10.

- Jessica is in her element here. Honestly, Jessica drags you shopping with her more than you’ll ever drag her shopping. Spending time together means a lot to Jessica. She never takes it for granted. Thus, she always tries to make any activity, but especially repeat ones like shopping, fun. She probably has a shopping playlist she made for the two of you. You both wear one wireless earbud and get to movie montage with each other. Watch out if the Princess Diaries songs or something Hip-hop comes on, she’ll start dancing to make you laugh. Her feedback is upbeat and positive, but honest. She hypes you up like crazy when you come out wearing something that makes you look really hot! Wolf whistles and everything, your face will be burning up as you flee back into the safety of the dressing room. “Baby, come back! You look smoking!” Overall helpfulness: 9/10.

- Matt knows absolutely nothing about fashion. He tries his very best to help, but he’s at a loss. Only if something very obviously doesn’t suit you will he be able to veto it for you. “I dunno… maybe it’s a little awkward in the arms or…. something?” You’ll have to take a few breaths. However, if something looks good, he can absolutely be a hype man! His eyes light up, he takes your hand, makes you do a spin. All the attention is enough to make you kick your feet and giggle. He can compliment you all day long. To his credit, he can compliment you specifically enough on what looks good. Even if it’s still a little vague. “The color of this makes you look really… wow! You know?” You’ll be able to figure out he means jewel tones make your skin look glowy one of these days. For now, at least you know your boyfriend thinks you’re gorgeous no matter what you wear. Overall helpfulness: 5/10.

#josh washington x reader #mike munroe x reader #sam giddings x reader #emily davis x reader #matt taylor x reader #chris hartley x reader #beth #hannah washington x reader #jessica riley x reader #yandere until dawn #until dawn #until dawn imagines #josh wasington imagine #black!reader

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hauntedbubbles · 1 month

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They're so sassy with it 🤣🤣🤣

Graves: Watch your ass down there Soap: Aye...I'll be watchin' somebody's arse doon ther'👀 Ghost: Fuckin' 'ell

@atombonniebaby here with my secondary blog...wanted to give my cod content it's own home... HantedBubbles = SoapGhost 🧼💀

I'm also doing a one shot, where Soap didn't get the birthday he had planned, and the boys decide to drop in, unannounced to cheer him up. (or Price has the kids for the weekend)

So...I wrote a bit where Ghost is bribed into getting the above outfit when they're out getting supplies 🤣

Have a read 👇🏼 encourage me to finish it 🙌🏼

"You seen this?" Gaz holds up a t-shirt, a mix of black and neon pinks. "It's got a skull."

He should hate it. He knows he should. It's garish and loud and everything he'd usually scoff at. But fuck it all, he sorta loves it? "It's not the worst thing you Muppets have shown me..."

"With them grey jeans and this..." Gaz hands him a light grey garment, a jacket by the looks of it, trendier than he'd ever have chosen for himself. The arms look like they'd cut off circulation to his hands if he flexed too hard. "I think it could work."

"Go on, son, no point speculating, go try ‘em on." Price shoos him in the direction of the changing rooms.

He could complain or try to argue his case, but he knows this is one of those battles he won't win. With a heady sigh he makes his way to an empty cubicle, which is hardly big enough to house a fucking toddler... never mind his 6”3’ arse.

After what felt like the warm-up session from his workouts (and an hour of swearing at buttons), Ghost managed to wrestle himself into a pair of jeans that actually fit him (if you don't look down past his shins) They were just long enough that his boots might reach ‘em. (And spare him the trouble of looking a right tosser.)

They was...a little hugging. The soft, light grey denim, a far cry from his usual heavy blue work jeans and cargos... He almost hates them too, wants to, but even he can admit, his legs looked mint in ‘em, he turned then, to see how they look in the back and— yeah...not on their life... this ain’t ‘appenin’—

"You alive in there?” Price, king-of-choosing-his-moments, knocked on the door.

Fuck! The button's stuck!..."Ye...yeah..." He struggled to breathe out, trying to keep quiet while fat fingers fumbled with the bastard button. "Tha’s it! I-I ain't buyin' 'nout from 'ere— fuckin' ’ell!”

"Simon, unlock it, yeah?”

If that fucker laughed he'd kill him. With a defeated sigh, Ghost opened the door just enough for Price to slide inside the tiny space... He looks down at the captain and debates if he has enough room to hide the body.

“Just help us get these off, yeah? Fuckin' things are stuck!”

"Reign it in...take a breath." He had to give it to the Captain, that smile that nearly broke, stayed away. "They ain't bad on ya, what's the matter?”

He's more caked up than the fucking bakery isle in this here Big Tesco is what's the fucking matter. "They ain't practical, Captain. Soft as shit fabric'll fall apart after a few washes."

"Fifty quid..." Price smiled, arms crossed and smug as he opened the door. "And I'll buy 'em for ya?”

"Why?” Ghost blurted out. "I ain't got anywhere to wear 'em!"

"Because I remember the crazy shit you used to wear back in the day, and this is bloody tame... Why not let Simon have this one, eh?”

He hated the way his cheeks burned hotter... but fifty quid? Outta the Captains pocket? Fuckin' hell. "A'right, fine! But on the small chance I croak it t’night and end up a real fuckin' ghost lookin' like a knob...I'm haunting ya!”

Price laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "That sounds like a yes?"

"A begrudging one."

"Then get to it. We 'aven't got all day."

Bastard.

Ghost double knotted his laces. Nothing pinched, everything fitted, felt comfortable. Fuck. He stood on a deep breath and turned to the ridiculously big mirror and tugged the scarf back down around his neck, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck's sake..."

The skull T-shirt clung a little tighter than he expected. Not quite a second skin, but enough to be noticeable. These clothes were... new and different, and he doesn't know how to process how that made him feel.

He was the kind of guy that could blend into any crowd, could fade into the background and be unnoticed. He liked being invisible. Hated being in the spotlight.

The jeans made him feel like an asshole.

The shirt made him look like a twat.

And yet, who he found staring back in the mirror was a man that could pass for an everyday bloke. One who didn't live on the fringes of society, one who hadn't done the things he had. This was a guy who could be content curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea. The kind of man that had roots, who had friends and family that stood by him...had his back.

Simon stepped out of that cubicle, feeling more naked than he had when he'd stripped down. Yet, a strange sense of security washed over him as he faced his commanding officer with an apprehensive stare.

Price had that stupid, dopey grin plastered on his face, just like when he was congratulating his troops on a job well done.

"There he is," Price whispered as he reached up to ruffle his hair, and he batted the hand away, scowling as he ducked out of the changing room.

"Fuckin' hell, sir..."

"Garrick...I'm warnin' ya..." he growled, shoving the smaller man towards the exit of the store. "Not another fuckin' word."

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