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BFG masterlist

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy size kink, flirty reader, plus-sized reader, objectification of Reacher, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, sexual tension, smut, injuries, friendship

A/N: I don't write for enough fandoms so...bear with me...

BFG = Big friendly giant

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BFG (8)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, unplanned pregnancy, fluff, implied smut, reunion

A/N: I added the pregnancy because of an ask.

Catch up here: BFG (7)

BFG masterlist

You had the best night’s sleep in weeks. When you woke, you were warm, relaxed, and comfortable.

You murmured Reacher’s name, still half asleep. In your sleepy haze, you believed his strong arms were wrapped tightly around your body. A pleasant dream – or so you thought.

“I’m here, peach pie,” your eyes snapped open, and you stiffened in his embrace. This couldn’t be true. He left. Reacher left town and he never comes back to the place he left. That’s just how he lives his life. “You’re safe with me, Y/N.”

“Reacher?” You choked out his name, more a whimper than a word. “How can you be here? I thought…” You sniffled and shook your head. It had to be a dream. Reacher would never come back for you. “Why are you here?”

“I told you that if I ever come back, it’s for you,” he nuzzled his face in your neck. Reacher moved his hand under your nightie to gently place his big hand on your belly. “Why didn’t you tell me about the baby? I told you that if you ever need help, that’d be there for you, peach pie.”

“Why?”

“You know why, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “The better question is, why did you not contact me.”

“You’ve got no phone and after you left I believed that I’ll never see you again,” your voice trembled when you answered his question. “I didn’t want to be a burden and call your friend. I believe they have better things to do than looking for a way to reach you. And I didn’t know if you’d care, Reacher. We barely know each other, and you left before I found out about the baby.”

“Of course I care, peach pie,” he sounded hurt but held you a little tighter. “I care a lot for you, and my baby. I’d do anything to keep you and them safe.”

“I don’t understand how you found out about the baby. I didn’t tell anyone but Sally Ann about the baby—” You gasp. “Frances.”

“Please don’t be mad at her. I asked Neagley to check on you,” Reacher whispered in your ear. “She likes you a lot, and the fact you got a huge collection of cereals in your kitchen.”

You chuckle. “She loves her cereals.”

“That she does.”

“Why did you come back? I had it handled and—” You shook your head. “If you cared for me in the first place, why did you leave me then?”

“My lifestyle is so different from yours and I left because I never stayed in one place for too long,” he exhaled sharply. “I wanted you to not fall for me because I’m not sure how to do normal.”

“Do you think I have a plan? I’m pregnant from a man I barely know. The one sweeping me off of my feet without any effort,” you huffed. “I don’t know what to do. Why are you here? I don’t want you to feel responsible for me and the baby. I let you fuck me bare and are as guilty as you are.”

“I feel responsible because I am responsible for you, and our baby. You’re not a burden, Y/N,” he kissed your temple. “Leaving you and your home was one of the hardest things I ever did. You’re important to me and it pained me to walk out of your life.”

In lack of words, you nodded and sniffled. “You’re important to me too.”

He was silent for a moment. Reacher isn’t a man of many words; you already knew that. “I-I never was good with words or telling another person how I feel. Maybe something is…”

“No,” you wiggled in his embrace to turn around and cup his face. “There is nothing wrong with you, Reacher. You’ve got a big heart, but no roots. It’s normal that you never found a home in any place.”

He closed his eyes when you pressed your lips to his. Reacher didn’t tell you that it felt like coming home when he stepped inside your house again.

It was too soon, and he was scared you wouldn’t believe him. He just came back into your life.

“I made breakfast,” Reacher watched you walk inside the kitchen, a content smile on his lips. “Everything you’ll need to start the day.”

“Morning,” you yawned and rubbed your eyes. “I fell asleep after we talked. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Uh-I checked in on Finlay and Roscoe. I thought I owed them that much.”

You nodded and gave him a shy smile. Reacher never talked about what happened with KJ, and the others, and you didn’t ask. You’re sure they had it coming.

“I heard Finlay wants to leave,” you said as you walked toward the kitchen island. You hopped onto the counter to watch Reacher finish the scrambled eggs. “I hope he finds happiness again. He looks so sad sometimes.”

“He lost his wife,” Reacher cleared his throat. “The love of his life. I wouldn’t know how to live without—” He bit his tongue. “I hope he finds happiness too.”

“What about Roscoe?” You poked his bicep. “Did you have a good time with her?"

“Peach pie,” he purred and stepped between your legs, “I only have a good time with you around. You know that.”

“Yeah?” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I bet it’s my peach pie luring you in.”

“Definitely,” he pecked your lips. “It’s soft and warm,” Reacher smirked hearing a tiny whimper escape your lips. “Snug and tight around me.”

“Reacher…” you breathed against his lips. “You’re here…you’re back.” You sniffled. “I can’t believe you are back.”

Reacher wrapped his arms around your body while you slung your legs around his waistline. He walked out of the kitchen with you, something else than the scrambled eggs on his mind.

“I’m back to stay.”

“I don’t have that big and stable bed for no reason,” you giggled at his eagerness. “Just you know, I wasn’t with anyone else.”

“Fuck, I hope so,” he growled and stopped in his tracks. Reacher pressed you against the wall to kiss you hard.

You looked at him, lips pursed. “What about you?”

“Of course not,” he kissed you again; a little softer this time. “I couldn’t get my sweet peach pie out of my head.”

“I’ve missed you too, Reacher.”

For a moment, you looked at each other, having a conversation without words. “I want you so bad,” Reacher broke the silence first. “I need you.”

You whimpered at his admission. Reacher will never know how much you missed him. It felt like he stole a part of your heart and took it with him when he left.

You’d never allow him to leave again. If he tried to sneak out, you’d call Neagley and hunt your man down.

“Well then, let’s go to my bedroom and celebrate our reunion the best way possible…”

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what we used to be | masterlist

season one:

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

season two:

part nine part ten part eleven part twelve part thirteen part fourteen part fifteen part sixteen part seventeen

season three:

part eighteen

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Where You Go

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Your life was seemingly normal until your boyfriend comes in possession with a world-destroying weapon...

Warnings: violence, swearing, suggestive dialouge and content, possible eventual smut (18+), SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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God Only Knows - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! more Steddie to make your life better because, why not!? :) 

Request - spideysbae asked:  so im in my period and i feel like crying so yeah…. Steddie helping reader through a panic/anxiety attack (If you don’t feel comfertable with it, it can just be reader crying)

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader having a panic attack; mentions of drugs; I think that’s it but as always please let me know if I missed anything :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D

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God Only Knows

If you should ever leave me Though life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me?

You sighed deeply and looked at yourself in the mirror after you washed your face. You hated parties. This was probably the last place you wanted to be tonight. All you wanted to do, was get some pizza, watch a movie, and cuddle with your boyfriends. But, the Byers were back in town and wanted to share that they were moving in together with Hopper and Eleven. So, they invited everyone tonight for a dinner party at their new home. You thought you would be able to handle it since it usually wasn’t a lot of people. But, it seemed that more people than you actually expected were here. You walked out of the bathroom and started looking for your boyfriends but couldn’t find them anywhere. You figured Eddie was probably outside, smoking, hopefully not with his kids from Hellfire and far enough so Hopper wouldn’t see him. You knew he wouldn’t give the kids any, but, again, you knew he wasn’t Hopper’s cup of tea. And Eddie wasn’t the most careful with his little drug lunchbox sometimes. And you had absolutely no idea where Steve was. Even if it wasn’t as much as before, you knew he still loved a party from time to time. And even more when some people from high school who still idolized him were there.

“Hey, hun-” you jumped a little when you heard Robin coming towards you. “Have you seen her?”

“Um, who?” you asked confused.

“Vickie” she said, freaking out. “I invited her tonight and she said she would come but she’s still not here and now I’m freaking out because maybe I shouldn’t have asked her out. I mean, what if I misinterpreted things? What if she just said yes to be polite but she didn’t really want to come and didn’t know how to tell me or-”

“Uh, Robin” you stopped her rambling.

“Yes?”

“Vickie just walked through the door” you said, pointing in her direction where the redhead smiled and waved at the two of you.

“Oh my God. I didn’t think this through. I mean, I never thought she would actually come. What do I do?”

“Just… go say hello” you encouraged her. “You’ll be fine” you tried to assure her.

“Okay” she said taking a deep breath. “Wish me luck” she smiled.

“Good luck” you told her. “Wait” you said, pulling her back. “Have you seen Steve? Or Eddie?”

“No, sorry” she said, before walking away from you. You sighed and walked over to the living room, sitting on the couch. Hopefully one of them would find you, but someone else did first.

“Hey, dude” you looked up to see Jonathan’s friend, Argyle. “Why the long face, man? You want some pizza?” he asked, sitting down next to you.

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Fight | Poly!Lost boys x GN!reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, reader gets touched by a rando, fighting, first time writing a fic for the Lost Boys.

Summary: An outsider thinks the reader is selling themselves to the Boys and thinks it’s okay to harass her, right in front of them!

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Music blared through the boardwalk; the boys surrounded you, their human mate enjoying the show. Paul was dancing and laughing with Mark, David was smoking leaning against a railing eyeing the crowd for their dinner, and you were leaning against the chest of Dwayne. His hands rested on your hips as you moved to the music.  

You couldn’t help but laugh watching your boys just be that your boys. Paul swaggered up to you, a big goofy grin on his face, and pressed a tongue and teeth-filled kiss against your lips. You laughed again as he pulled away mouthing the words to the song being sung before practically tackling Marko. The cute cherub was one wrong move from a fight constantly, and Paul almost got decked, almost. Only stopped because Marko realized who it was. You couldn’t help but shake your head at the antics of your boyfriends.

You pat at your jacket pockets and count to see how much cash you had before deciding to break off to get overly expensive concert water.

“I’m gonna be back,” you pulled slightly from Dwayne, who gently held your wrist as you pulled back.

“What’s up, sweetheart,” he asked.

“Just thirsty, I’ll be back,” You gave him a quick peck on his lips weaving a bit.

You gently lay a hand on David’s shoulder; his crystal blue eyes stare up at you his hand touching yours.

“Water,” you respond to his look. “I’ll be fine you keep thinking about dinner, okay?”

David didn’t say anything, just gave you a mildly annoyed look before scoping the crowd letting your hand slip through his.

It was a surprisingly short line, most likely due to the booth running out of alcohol and everyone moving on to a different one. Yet it seemed to take a lot longer for the attendant to get your water, you didn’t mind waiting. It was nice to step away from the crowd a bit, and take a breath of… not exactly fresh air but air not suffocating from the stench of body odor and general wet-butt-concert smell.  

It was a wonder your boys could stand the stench.

You leaned against the counter of the booth, back turned slightly from the crowd, tapping on the wood to the drum beat as best as you were able. Two cold and thin hands ran over your ass, a smile on your face assuming it was Paul or Marko only to turn and be shocked to see… some guy.

Great. “How much do they pay you,”

“What?”

“To have all of them all over you, they gotta pay good to gang bang you, eh?” He grabbed at your face, but you pushed him off.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” David’s voice was loud.

Relief of not needing to fight some asshole washed over you.

“C’mere kitten,” He called you, and you morphed into the group of biker punks.

Marko looked like a ticking time bomb about to explode on the guy. He thought he was being slick. Smooth. Trying to get on their mate.

That wouldn’t happen.

Ever.

“Oh, you who I talk to about how much a fuck with them is?” he said right to David’s face.

The platinum blonde sneered, tossing his cigarette to the ground. But Marko was quicker. His fists flew hard, potentially breaking the bone of the man.

They were crowding around ready to tear him apart, Dwayne the only one holding back to keep you from getting involved.

They only stopped when security arrived, throwing the whole fighting group out of the venue.

“You guys don’t have to do that,” you tell them, walking back to their bikes.

You mount Marko’s feeling like you need to hold onto him the most. He joins you on his bike, allowing you to wrap your arms around his middle.

“Doll, we won’t let you be disrespected like that,” David said, lifting your chin with his gloved finger to face him.

His touch elicited a happier feeling than that of the groping bastard. A smile cracks on your lips, and David presses a quick kiss to them.

“At least we have dinner now,” Paul said, pinching your cheek playfully before mounting his bike.

You lean against Marko, cheek against his patterned jacket. “Thanks for defending my honor, Marko,”

“Of course, dove. What kind of mate would I be if I let someone treat you like that,”

With that, they kicked off their bikes and recklessly took you back to the cave.

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Like Looking into a Mirror

(PolyLostBoys x Fem!ArtistReader)

Summary: Being a vampire has it's ups and downs. But one of the biggest downs was that you couldn't see yourself. Whether it be in photographs or reflections. This means that neither of the boys have seen what they themselves look like since they were turned. So when a shy little artist introduces herself to the boys with a painting of all of them they realize they not only know what they look like but also have found their mate.

Santa Carla is a city of opportunity. A place flourishing with job opportunity and people buzzling about everywhere. But for yourself, a struggling artist, it was the opposite. Running away from home was supposed to be your fresh start, a way to get away from it all and live your life to the fullest. To paint to your heart's desire. But it was nothing like that.

There were no places for you to work and use your artistry to the fullest. The only place you found where you could work was the library. Reading itself was an art but not exactly your forte, but it was close enough and payed decently.

It was 8 at night. The sun set and the amusement park alive with people. By the beach wall you sat with a miniature canvas, paints, and brushes. Every night you'd come to the boardwalk and paint it's colorful passerby's. Unlike your old small town people here dressed unique. So many colors and style subcultures.

Scanning the crowd you hunted for your new inspiration. Person or people to replicate onto your canvas. Your direction was pulled to the sounds of purring engines. To your left under a streetlamp by the very wall you were sitting on, four men looking your age parked their bikes. Their fashion stood out amongst anyone you have ever seen on the boardwalk.

A bleached platinum blonde. His mullet stood sharp, almost as sharp as his eyes. A tall brunet with no shirt under his long coat. His long hair rested on his back. A natural blonde with wild hair and a just as wild personality. And finally the short one with long blonde curls and a face that could combat a cherub's.

Everything about them was perfect. You studied them for minutes and looked away when you felt their curious gazes turn to you. Having all their features down to memory you painted away. You painted all of them standing together standing in their own way. Straight and confident, collected and cool, laid back, goofy.

As you painted each of the men's features you smiled to yourself. This may have been one of your best works yet. When you finished the piece in an hour or two you would definitely give it to them as a gift. Usually you would give the paintings you made of people to them to see their reactions. Every time they were always very grateful and happy, seeing them smile is the reason why art is your passion.

You really hope they would appreciate it though, since they are your temporary muse of inspiration and these four seem pretty intimidating.

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"Yeah man I'm telling you she kept looking at us. But when I would look at her she'd look away and start writing shit on her canvas or whatever." Paul said while nudging David. He didn't care when his friend told him that the girl to their right kept sneaking glances at them.

Girls stare at him and his vampiric brothers all the time. What can he say? He knows him and his brothers are hotter than hell so who wouldn't stare?

"What Paul, you wanna talk to her or something? Just go talk to the chick like what you always do." David said with an eyeroll and a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

Paul bashfully looked down and scratched his neck. "Dude I dunno.. she doesn't seem too interested. Probably looking at us because we dress weird?"

Now David was confused. Was his flirt machine of a brother.. shy? A sly grin curled onto the platinum blondes lips. He looked to Dwayne and Marko and those two seemed to catch on quick about Paul's little crush.

Putting his arm around his blonde brother David said, "Do you perhaps like this girl Pauly?"

Paul growled and shoved him off making Marko and Dwayne holler in laughter.

"Dude you're fucking whipped! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Marko laughed and held his chest. Paul hit him upside the head with his palm.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Dwayne's laughing reduced to small chuckles. He looked over at the girl who Paul seemed so flustered over. She was wearing a long frilly black skirt and a sage green blouse. Her hair styled uniquely and anklets and bracelets adorned their respected limbs.

"Hm.." Dwayne hummed, "I get what you mean Paul."

Paul shot his taller brother a glare. "Yeah. Should have at least checked her out before makin' fun o' me."

Marko looked over to see what all the fuss was over. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. And she was painting too, something he adored doing.

Sensing someone looking at her Y/n looked up and four pairs of eyes were on her. The eyes of the subjects she was painting at the moment. Feeling like she had been caught doing something wrong, she looked back down at her canvas in a flash and finished up the final finishing touches.

"She was totally checking us out." Paul said smirking, well his insecurity flew out the window.

"Dude she's cute as hell man. How'd we not see her around before? And why didn't you tell us Pauly!" Marko grabbed his terror twin by the shoulders and shook him back and forth.

David snapped his fingers and the two instantly stopped with their rough housing. "We're all going to approach her. Perhaps we will have a meal tonight boys, or more."

Deadly smiles grew on the pack's faces. Time to do what they knew best. Lure and capture.

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You stood up when you finally finished the painting. The four of them painted in their signature clothing. All standing together. Two of them smiling and two not. Honestly, you were scared to give this painting to them. What if they didn't like it? Or what if they thought you were some kind of weird stalker?

Walking to the group of the four bikers they all seemed to perk up at your sudden presence.

"What a surprise, we were just about to walk over to you babydoll." The curly haired one said. Your grip on the canvas tightened. Seeming to notice the tallest and only brunet of the group asked,

"What's that you got there sweetheart?"

Ignoring the soaring feeling in your stomach you avoided eye contact with the group and quietly muttered your explanation, "U-Uhm I'm an artist and stuff... It's a hobby and stuff and I paint people on the board walk all the time. And when I saw a-all you four I couldn't help but notice how uniquely dressed you all are. So I painted all of you!"

Looking up at the group finally with a crooked smile on your face you showed them your work and flipped your canvas around revealing your work.

All four of them brought their faces close to the canvas, the two wild blondes started to push and shove and what seemed like the leader of the group punched both of their arms.

"You really did this?" The platinum blonde said. He looked into your eyes, a mixed emotion behind his. His gloved finger pointed at himself painted realistically.

"That's me?"

You nodded and handed the painting to him which he gently accepted.

"Of course that's you silly. I painted the four of y-you. Hope you all like it!"

The four boys looked up at you gratefully. It was sudden but the brunette pulled you into a hug. He didn't seem like the touchy type and it surprised you with his sudden action.

"Thank you sweetheart. My brothers and I appreciate this... a lot. A lot more than you may think." He released you from his chilling yet warm embrace.

"No need to thank me.."

"Dwayne."

"Dwayne, I do this to make people like you and your brother happy. It's what I love about art ya'know?"

He smiled and introduced each of his brothers. David, Paul, and Marko.

"I am truly grateful for this kitten. Say, you wanna ride with us? You know where Hudson's Bluff is right?"

Nodding you let him continue.

"Wanna hang out with us four for the night? Promise we won't let you be bored for even a minute." His black gloved hand twirled a lock of your h/c hair around his finger.

Shyly moving away you muster up the courage to agree and go with him. He asked who you wanted to ride with and Paul seemed to be the most eager to get you to ride with him, so you gave in and got on the back of his bike.

"Hold on doll!" He revved his engine while his brother did the same. Hooting and hollering they sped down the sandy beach taking you to their cave.

"This is just the beginning!" Paul yelled over the sound of the engines. Not understanding him well you tightened your embrace around his torso and leaned in closer.

"You're gonna love us I promise!" Now that one you heard.

this was lowkey dogpiss but my head hurts so oopsie daisy

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Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1 Masterlist

Status: Complete!

Synopsis: Captain Man never thought he'd grow old. For years, he fought to keep Swellview safe from monsters and villains, but one day, he realised he couldn't do it forever. Enter Henry Hart, a thirteen-year-old boy needing an after-school job, but he never expected an indestructible superhero to hire him as his sidekick.

Now, they blow bubbles and fight crime with (y/n), Ray's best friend of many years, keeping them in check. He swears he's not in love with her, but Henry doesn't buy it. Will they ever confess?

This story is mature in places with adult themes and language. It uses she/her pronouns for a female reader, but anyone is free to read and enjoy :)

Main masterlist

Episode 1: The Danger Begins Pt.1

Episode 2: The Danger Begins Pt.2

Episode 3: Mo' Danger, Mo' Problems 

Episode 4: The Secret Gets Out 

Episode 5: Tears of the Jolly Beetle 

Episode 6: Substitute Teacher 

Episode 7: Jasper Danger 

Episode 8: The Space Rock 

Episode 9: Birthday Girl Down 

Episode 10: Too Much Game 

Episode 11: Henry the Man-Beast 

Episode 12: Invisible Brad 

Episode 13: Spoiler Alert 

Episode 14: Let's Make a Steal 

Episode 15: Super Volcano 

Episode 16: My Phony Valentine 

Episode 17: Caved In 

Episode 18: Elevator Kiss 

Episode 19: Man of the House 

Episode 20: Dream Busters 

Episode 21: Kid Grounded 

Episode 22: Captain Jerk 

Episode 23: The Bucket Trap 

Episode 24: Henry & the Bad Girl Pt. 1 

Episode 25: Henry & the Bad Girl Pt. 2 

Episode 26: Jasper's Real Girlfriend 

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[SUMMARY: Home from college, your father is Joel’s neighbor. Joel one night witnesses your drunk father lock you out of the house late at night and comes to the rescue. ]

“Let me take a look at your arm” he turned back to you for the first time seeing you under a light realizing your white tank top became transparent. The sight of your hard nipples peeking through making him quickly look away clearing his throat.

Sexual tension, big age difference

Summer was finally here which meant you were finally on break and able to go back home. You loved being at back at home, most of the time even if it meant seeing your drunk father who wasn’t the easiest man to get along with. It was hard to understand how he got along with your neighbor Joel, you didn’t know him very well but he was your typical southern gentleman. Always offered to help you get your stuff out the car if your dad wasn’t around when he’d see you return, it’d be hard to lie and say you didn’t have a small crush on him.

That night was like any other, except it was pouring rain out, it was thundering loudly and your father was more drunk than usual. Your father had a few men come over that you’d never met before, you could feel their eyes all over you when you walked to the kitchen for some water. The music getting louder you could barely hide from it in your room. All the noise felt like a typical night in your dorm room with parties next door.

“Dad” you hesitantly tapped on his shoulder as he took a sip of his drink.

“I’m sorry, but do you mind lowering the music just a bit? I was hoping to get some sleep, I already have had a lot of trouble sleeping and-“

“Listen here kid…..this is what I do while you’re off in college….i ain’t stopping just cause you’re here” he purposely turned the music louder as he laughed with his friends. Annoyed by his actions you walked to your bedroom and slammed your door shut which quickly silenced his laughter. Throwing yourself in your bed you were startled by your father busting through the door.

“And who do you think you are slamming doors in my house?!”

“Dad-“

“You know…-“ he began to slur.

“It was so much…better….when you weren’t here…” he continued as you noticed the men watching from down the hall.

“This is not what I came here for” you whispered angrily.

“What did you say?” He raised a brow leaning towards you as you quickly walked around him out of your room. You walking away from him only seem to anger him more as he quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by your arm.

“Ow dad! Let go!” You tried to release your arm from his grasp until he began dragging you to the front door.

“Stop it! What are you doing?!”

“You wanna disrespect me in my house….in front of my guests…-“ he opened the door and continued to yell not knowing Joel was out side under his balcony next door, the sound of your father yelling catching his attention.

“Maybe next time…you’ll have more respect!”Unexpectedly your father pushed you out making you fall to the ground. Joel quickly stood up but before you could say a word your father slammed the door in your face.

“Dad!” You screamed in shock, you couldn’t believe what he was doing. Joel quickly made his way to you, the sound of his voice surprising you through the hard rain.

“You alright?” He reached his hand out towards you. Silently you took hold of it, he easily pulled you up to your feet as you winced noticing your elbow was pretty badly scraped.

“That’s alright” Joel looked at your arm.

“I can clean that up for ya, darlin’”

Still in shock staring at your door you didn’t respond. Did your father really just lock you out? In the rain late at night?

“My-my dad-“

“Come on, let’s get you inside” Joel didn’t waste time, taking your hand he led you next door to his house as you looked back at yours.

It was warm out but the rain was coming down hard and so you became completely drenched. Joel quickly unlocked his door letting you in as you hesitantly walked in not wanting to wet his floor.

“It’s alright” he placed his hand on your back gently guiding you to the kitchen. It didn’t seem like anyone was home yet you still felt awkward.

You felt embarrassed but Joel only seemed concerned. Still, what a way for your neighbor to see you getting thrown onto the concrete like if you were trash.

“Look I’m sorry about this, he’s just drunk right now, I’m sure he’ll open the door again-“

“Ain’t a bother, darlin’” he proceeded to turn on the lights and go through his drawer for a band aid and towel for you.

“Let me take a look at your arm” he turned back to you for the first time seeing you under a light realizing your white tank top became transparent. The sight of your hard nipples peeking through making him quickly look away clearing his throat.

“You ok?” You asked him as he refused to look back walking toward his room.

“Let me get you a change of clothes” he called out walking in his room before quickly returning with a pair of sweats and a t shirt of his.

“The bathroom is down to your right” he motioned towards the door as you thanked him taking the clothes.

Once in the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror realizing your breasts were fully visible through your shirt.

“Oh my god” you whispered, your cheeks turning a dark shade of red from embarrassment. No wonder he offered you a change of clothes.

A part of you thinking it was sweet he didn’t say a thing and embarrass you, instead simply offering you something to change in. Even sweet how he stopped himself from looking but little did you know how hard it was for him to keep his eyes away.

Joel always had a gentleman charm about him, it was your favorite thing about him.

Once you came out of the bathroom Joel was sitting on the edge of the couch watching something on tv until you caught his eye. Looking down and fixing your shirt you hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at you. Joel didn’t know what was worse for him, your transparent shirt or seeing you in his clothes. A navy blue shirt that you tied to the side and a pair of sweatpants that were giving you some trouble to tie and stay in place.

“These are comfortable” you sighed looking up as he stood up.

“I’m just having trouble keeping them in place”

“Yeah, those always give me trouble. C’mere” he walked towards you grabbing the strap to help you fix it. You hadn’t expected him to get so close, you watched as he focused trying to create a knot so it wouldn’t move. His fingers casually brushing against your skin making your heart race. His hair was damp slick back from the rain, a way you had never seen before but you had to admit you liked the look.

“That should do it” he looked up and just for a few seconds the two of you locked eyes before he quickly looked away.

“Thank you” you smiled as he took a few steps back and sat back on the couch.

“Look don’t worry, I won’t be here for long…I know Sarah-“

“Sarah’s at a sleepover, Tommy’s working a night shift. You’re welcome to stay as long as ya need tonight…beside I saw what he did and I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go back till he sobers up” he crossed his arms leaning back.

“I don’t even know what got into him, then those assholes that were there-“

“What assholes?” He furrowed his brows leaning forward.

“He bought some losers over, guess they found the way he was acting towards me hilarious” Joel showed disapproval with what you expressed looking back out his window toward your house.

“I never seen this side of your father but frankly…I don’t like it” he spoke in a serious tone. Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off your house seeing your father through the window laughing with his friends.

“Alcohol and my father is probably the worst combination” you responded as he remained silent.

Lost in his thoughts he was suddenly distracted by you laughing looking over at the tv.

“Oh I haven’t seen this movie in forever” Joel watched as you excitedly sat down on the couch beside him, surprised you were into something he liked.

“Mind if we stay watching this?” You asked looking up at him.

“Course not, darlin’” he comfortably sat back with his legs open watching the movie with you. Joel could see the sadness in your eyes although you tried to use the movie as a distraction. He didn’t push the topic and decided to enjoy the movie with you.

“How’s your arm?” He asked realizing you had cleaned it up in the bathroom.

“It’s fine, nothing big just a scratch” you assured him as you sighed and went back to the movie.

Time went by and before you knew it your eyes grew heavy. Joel and you both closing your eyes around the same time without realizing it before eventually falling asleep.

Hours had gone by and Joel slowly began to wake up realizing the sun was coming up. Still half asleep he went to move before realizing you had fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder, your hand on his arm until you began to slowly move. Your eyes slowly opening you suddenly realized that you were leaning on Joel, slowly looking up you found him staring down at you. Neither of you said a word, neither of you moved yet you noticed him look down at your lips. Joel slowly began to lean forward as you did when the sound of the front door unlocking caused you both to quickly separate.

“Mornin’ big brother” Tommy walked in before realizing his brother wasn’t alone. You stood up still looking half asleep fixing your shirt.

“Good mornin’” Tommy said in a surprised tone.

“Good morning, I…um I better go..” you quickly grabbed your clothes.

“You sure?” Joel asked following your movement.

“Yeah, I’m sure the doors open now or he’s sober. I’ll be fine” you assured him quickly pacing to the door.

“Hey- why don’t ya take my cell number in case ya need anythin’” quickly he grabbed a paper and pen as Tommy watched from the kitchen.

“Ok, yeah, thanks” you took the paper and smiled at him.

“Thanks again. I better go” Joel stood at the door watching you run to your porch, waiting to see your father open the door. His expression changing as he watched to make sure you were safe with your father until the door closed behind you.

“Micks daughter huh?” Tommy teased as Joel closed the door.

“It ain’t like that” he responded without looking at him.

“Really she spent the night, seems like it was like that.”

“She got locked out her house, her father’s a jackass. I just made sure she was ok through the night” Joel rubbed his eyes sitting back on the couch.

“Oh I’m sure you did” Tommy laughed before walking off to the room.

Truth was Joel knew he felt something more but you were young in college, something felt wrong about it.

Plus the last thing he wanted you to think was that he was taking advantage with the situation you had going on with your father.

Joel shook it off knowing nothing could come from that until his phone buzzed catching his attention.

Much quicker than he expected, there was a text from you thanking him again. Now he had your number and it only excited him more..

I will be working on a part 2 if you have any ideas let me know!

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To Do The Right Thing (Joel Miller x Female Reader)

Summary: When you find out that you’re pregnant, Joel Miller insists that you do the right thing. But when it doesn’t go according to plan, you two have to come up with another alternative.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only. Pregnancy, several mentions of abortion, unsafe abortion, Joel is kind of a dick about it. Takes place in the Boston QZ, pre Ellie. Tess seems like a bad guy, I promise she is not. I did do her a bit dirty though, sorry Tess!

Length: 4.6k

A/N: I just wrote this on a whim. It is also 2 AM so please excuse any mistakes I might have made.

The first morning you’d thrown up, you had chalked it up a bad batch of jerky.

The second morning you’d thrown up, you had realized you’d missed last month’s menstrual cycle.

By morning number three of being sick to your stomach, you were pretty much certain of it—you were pregnant.

A twenty year old pregnancy test you’d managed to get your hands on confirmed it a couple of days later.

You thought you already knew what it felt like to have everything come crumbling down in pieces around you when the fucking world ended—but as it turns out, that was nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to how it felt seeing those two little pink lines on that damn test.

Tess sighed heavily as she leaned against the cramped kitchen counter and watched you, a look of slight disgust on her face brought on by the horrid sound of retching noises that filled the room. She’d returned from her latest run earlier than anticipated and walked into your shared quarters only to find you sitting there on the stained linoleum floors, vomiting violently into an old rusted bucket nestled between your legs. “That was my bucket,” she muttered, her nose wrinkling as you hunched over, tossing what little stomach contents you had into it.

“Sorry,” You managed to say to her, shaking your head. “I think I have some kind of stomach bug or something.”

“Cut the bullshit.” Tess pushed herself away from the counter and walked over to you, her hands on her hips. “When exactly do you plan on telling Joel?”

You froze.

She knew. Of course she fucking knew.

Tess fucking knew everything—including the fact that the moment she stopped trying to make a romantic relationship work with her smuggling partner, Joel Miller, you’d stepped in and taken her place. It hadn’t been intentional, not on your part and certainly not on his either. Tess met Joel first, she had him first, and that was something you had to respect, even if that meant having to spend every night in your shared quarters forcing yourself to forget about the fact that they were right there in the bed right beside yours, holding each other as they slept. Even during all of those years when they were together, although Tess and Joel denied it to anyone who actually had the balls to ask them about it, you squashed your feelings for the man and reminded yourself that he could never be yours. Logistics simply weren’t in your favor—between life in the QZ, his involvement with Tess, and not to mention the significant age gap between the two of you, Joel Miller was out of your reach. Or so you had thought.

One night after coming home from work detail, you’d found Joel drunk and alone. Tess had said something stupid to piss him off on purpose—something along the lines of her being the brains and him being nothing more than muscle for her—and since then, they had stopped sharing a bed together. Most nights Joel had slept on the old, rotting couch nestled over in the corner, but at one point you offered him a space on your mattress knowing that damn couch was probably wreaking havoc on his back. Weeks went on, and even after he and Tess finally made some fucking peace, he continued to share your bed. One thing led to another and one night while Tess was out on a solo run, you found yourself naked and underneath Joel.

Although Tess reassured you over and over that she couldn’t give any less fucks about you being involved with Joel, it was clear to you that it still stung her. You cared a great deal about Tess, she was one hell of a brilliant woman and someone you had looked up to for years. More importantly, she was your friend. But your feelings for Joel were undeniable. If it ever came down to it and Tess asked you to give him up, you weren’t all too sure you could comply with that request.

He meant too much to you. The sad part was, he meant something to her too.

“I’m not telling him,” You finally replied, swallowing back the bile that was slowly creeping its way up your throat. “And neither are you. Got it?”

Tess hummed. “Hm. Not exactly a secret you can hide for very long, buttercup,” she reminded you. “How far along do you think you are?”

You sighed and quickly calculated in your mind. “Probably about six or seven weeks, give or take. It could be months before I start to show. Right?”

“You’re a goddamn twig,” Tess scoffed. “Give it another few weeks and when you start to blow up like a fucking blimp, Joel’s going to start asking questions. We definitely don’t have enough food for you to blame any sudden weight gain on overeating, either.”

You lightly kicked the bucket full of vomit away from yourself and dropped your head, groaning. “He’s going to fucking murder me,” You muttered, miserably. “He relies on me to track my fucking cycle and ovulation—Jesus Christ, he’s going to be so fucking pissed, Tess.”

“Damn straight he is. But you need to tell him,” she said, reaching for your hand and pulling you up to your feet. “And the sooner you tell him, the better. So we can figure out what the fuck we’re going to do about it.”

Though you knew what Tess meant by that, you shoved the thought out of your brain. You didn’t want to think about it, at least not yet.

“Tess, please. I’m begging you,” You pleaded her. “I don’t want him to know yet.”

She stood firm. “We don’t have time to waste. If you don’t fucking tell him, then I will.”

“Tell me what?”

Neither of you had heard Joel enter the room—odd considering how damn old and rickety the place was. How had you missed the sound of his boots on the creaking floors?

Your throat went like sandpaper. “J-Joel. You’re home early.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What were you two talkin’ about?”

Tess nudged you forward and crossed her arms over her chest. “She has something to tell you, Joel. And you might want to sit down for this one.”

Thanks, Tess.

Joel’s dark eyes flickered over to you. “The fuck does she mean by that? What’s goin’ on?”

“Um—well you see,” You felt another wave of sickness come over you and prayed you didn’t vomit in front of him. “Tess is right. Maybe you should sit down for this.”

He looked between you both, frowning. “Why are you two bein’ so goddamn dramatic?” he questioned as he dropped down into a rickety chair at the table. “What the hell is goin’ on? Did somethin’ happen today I don’t know about?”

“Joel…” You glanced over at Tess, fearfully.

She gave you a subtle nod of encouragement.

“Joel.” You paused once again, bracing yourself. “I’m pregnant.”

Joel stiffened in his chair ever so slightly, but he said nothing. He did nothing.

You knew him better than that. You knew it wasn’t a sign that you were in the clear. It was the calm before the fucking storm.

His reaction was in his eyes and even from where you stood, you could see it.

The shock, the anger, the complete and utter disappointment of the news you’d just dropped like a ticking bomb into his lap.

The emotions that swam in his gaze as he locked it on you caused you to shrink back. You would rather be face to face with one of the infected right about now.

“Tess.” He spoke, his voice low and cold. Threatening. “Leave.”

“No, no, Tess, stay right here. Please don’t leave.” You grabbed her arm in a sheer panic. Of course you knew that Joel wouldn’t ever lay a hand on you, but whatever was coming next still terrified you. “I need you here as a murder witness.”

His nostrils flared slightly as he stood up from his chair and stepped towards you. “How can you even think about crackin’ a stupid fuckin’ joke at a time like this? You think this is fuckin’ funny?”

“Of course not, I—”

Joel cut you off sharply. “How the fuck could you let this happen?”

You dropped your hand away from Tess in shock. “Fucking excuse me?”

“You heard what I said. How could you let this happen?”

Sure, maybe it had been your responsibility to track your cycle every month. But how could he act as if he had nothing to do with this?

He’s the one who fucking knocked you up. It wasn’t all on you.

“Wait just a goddamn minute! Don’t you fucking pin this all on me. It takes two fucking people for this to happen, Joel.” What fear you had felt just seconds ago was gone—replaced with anger in the blink of an eye. “I didn’t let this happen, it just fucking did, alright? So back the fuck off!”

Joel stepped closer until he stood right in front of you. He towered over you, looking down as he seethed, “You were supposed to track that shit! That was the deal. So this is on you, you understand me?”

Tess stepped between the two of you, lightly shoving him away and out of your face. “Alright, alright. Let’s all just take a fucking breather here for a second and calm the fuck down,” she said, shaking her head. “There is no need to point the finger, what’s done is done and the next thing we need to do is fucking handle it. The sooner the better.” She turned to you. “Let’s just think of the best method to help her get rid of it.”

Your hand subconsciously went to your midsection.

Of course. Get rid of it. That was the obvious solution. The only solution, actually.

Getting rid of it was the only option you had—there were no others.

Bringing an innocent child into such a terrible, unforgiving world like this one was cruel. Selfish. Evil. Getting rid of it was the right thing to do—so then why did the mere thought of it cause a dull ache in your chest?

Joel ran a hand through his thick, salt and pepper hair and let out a heavy sigh. “Supplies here are limited as it is, medicine being one of them. Doubt we can find anything useful in the QZ and smugglers aren’t exactly known to carry a supply of abortion pills. Even if they did, those things would be decades old and expired, might not even be effective enough to do the job.”

Tess shrugged. “Maybe there’s some kind of herbal remedy we can look into? Make some kind of tea for her to drink that’ll terminate the pregnancy?”

“And where do you think we’d find those fuckin’ herbs, Tess?”

As they threw ideas back and forth, you stood there in complete silence, feeling your heart pound heavily in your chest. There was a part of you that didn’t want to terminate—it was just a tiny part of you, very minuscule, but it was certainly there. You knew that to do the right thing meant to end the pregnancy as soon possible, but that tiny part of you was screaming otherwise, screaming that there had to be another way, another alternative. But there wasn’t.

“Hm.” Tess lifted a hand to her chin. “I do know someone who might be able to help us out.”

Both you and Joel looked at her, asking in unison, “Who?”

“Friend of a friend. Knows a man and his wife, they do a procedure—”

Joel held up a hand to stop her. “I ain’t sendin’ her to get some coat hanger abortion, Tess.”

“Then you think of something better,” she shot back.

Your mouth fell open slightly. You wanted nothing more than for Joel to stand firmly against the idea of you being sent to a couple of strangers for a potentially dangerous procedure. But when he turned back to look at you, the expression in his eyes said it all. He wanted nothing more than for you to terminate your pregnancy—and it seemed like he wanted it no matter what the cost could be.

The realization caused the blood in your veins to run cold. You gave him the iciest look you could muster before before turning to Tess.

“Who are these people and where can I find them?” Your voice was rigid. “I’ll go right fucking now.”

“His name is Collin and he works with the help of his wife, Linda. She used to be a nurse back in the day,” Tess had explained to you as she led the way up a crumbling apartment building just blocks away from where you stayed. “They’ve done this a few times. More than a few, actually. Women get knocked up, they realize this world is no place for a child and so, they come and see Collin and Linda for some help. They know what they’re doing—they’ve never lost anyone.”

“Thanks for the reassurance,” You muttered sourly as you trailed behind her down a long hallway.

Joel had stayed behind. Not that you wanted him to come along.

He hadn’t uttered a single fucking word to you, not even so much as a goodbye before you’d left.

“Hey.” Tess whirled around and put a hand on your shoulder. “This is for the best and you know it. What kind of life would this kid have if you went through with having it? Hmm?” She prodded. She didn’t even give you a chance to respond before she continued, “Joel’s in his fifties. For how much longer can he even keep you safe, let alone keep a child safe? What happens when he’s gone some day? Think you can handle keeping it safe all by yourself? Without him?”

Although you knew she was talking logically and realistically, it didn’t make you feel any less angry about the situation at hand. You shoved her hand off your shoulder roughly. “Shut the fuck up, Tess.”

Once you and Tess arrived to Collin and Linda’s place, Tess escorted you inside of their unit and introduced you to the older couple. They were both as shady looking as any motherfucker who did shit like what they were about to do to you could possibly look, but you hadn’t expected anything less.

You knew Tess, and you trusted her with your life. You knew that she wouldn’t bring you to anyone that she didn’t think was legit, but even legit people who knew what they are doing could make a mistake, and a deadly one at that. The thought of potentially having a botched procedure that could leave you injured or possibly even worse, scared the ever living shit out of you. But what other choice was there?

Once you paid them your due rations, Linda stated it was time to prepare you for the procedure.

“Want me to go in there with you?” Tess offered.

You shook your head. “No, that’s alright. I can do this alone.”

She opened her mouth to protest but knew better than to insist. She nodded. “If you change your mind, I’ll be right outside. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry you’re in this position,” Linda gave you a look of sympathy as she took you by the arm, leading you off into a small bedroom. “But don’t you worry, hon. We’re going to take care of this problem for you. It will be like nothing ever happened.” The first thing she did was give you something to help you relax along with something for the pain. She handed you two small tablets along with a glass of water. You weren’t sure what pills you’d just taken, but whatever the fuck they’d been, they were already working their magic just a little too well—your tense muscles instantly began to loosen up, a feeling of drowsiness slowly coming over you.

You were then asked to strip from the waist down. The older woman helped you out of your boots, jeans and underwear, setting them aside before she guided you onto the old, makeshift gurney pushed up against the wall. As you laid back, Linda draped a thin sheet that might have once in its lifetime been white over the lower half of your body to cover you.

You softly exhaled a long breath.

As angry as you were with Joel for wanting you to do this, part of you suddenly wished he was here with you.

You wanted him—no, you needed him to be with you at your side.

But it was too late for that now.

“She’s ready,” Linda called to her husband.

Collin walked into the room, a long, thin silver wire in one of his gloved hands. He noticed your eyes go wide and looked at his wife for assistance.

She patted your shoulder lightly. “It’ll be over quick. I promise that you won’t feel a thing, honey. Now, let’s get you into position.” She helped maneuver your legs, spreading them apart and helping you bring them your knees up off the gurney. “There we go. Now, I need you to just take a deep breath and relax, okay? Close your eyes...”

You swallowed dryly and nodded, squeezing your eyes shut tightly and bracing yourself for the inevitable.

Colin cleared his throat lightly. You felt him place a hand on your bare knee. “Let’s begin. Remember to relax—”

“Joel! Don’t fucking go in there!”

There was a loud crash outside of the door, causing your eyes to snap open. A single nanosecond later, Joel burst through the bedroom door, looking as livid as he’d ever looked with his switchblade clutched in the palm of his hand. “Back off,” he uttered in a low, warning tone. “Both of you. Get the fuck away from her. Now.”

Knowing Joel Miller’s reputation, they didn’t need to be told twice before they took several steps back away from the gurney, their hands up in the air.

You closed your legs and tried sitting up, although the drugs you’d been given were now kicking into their full effect. Your limbs, your entire body, every single part of you started feeling heavier and heavier with each passing moment. “Joel?"

Stashing his knife away, Joel rushed over to you. “Are you okay? Did they touch you?”

“N-no,” You managed to reply drowsily. “Joel, why—?”

He reached down and grabbed your clothes and boots from the floor. “C’mon, let’s go. Let’s get you out of here.”

“Joel, what the fuck are you doing?” Tess appeared in the room, looking thoroughly confused. “You can’t seriously be thinking about letting her fucking keep it! That’s the dumbest fucking decision—”

“I did my research on these two morons. Botched at least three procedures in the last six months. I ain’t lettin’ her risk her life.” Joel looked over and eyed the wire in Collin’s hand. “If you and that fuckin’ thing don’t get out of my sight right fuckin’ now—”

He grabbed his wife and they quickly scurried out of the room.  

“What?” Tess gasped into her hand. “Joel, I was told they were legit—holy shit, I’m so sorry. Joel, I swear I didn’t fucking know that.”

Joel ignored her as he helped you up into a sitting position. “C’mon, baby, work with me here. C’mon now,” he urged, doing his best to hurriedly help you back into your jeans. At this point, you were almost dead weight. He turned to Tess and narrowed his eyes. “Jesus Christ. What’d they fuckin’ give her?”

“Something for the pain? How the fuck am I supposed to know?”

“How much?” He asked, and when she didn’t reply, he barked over his shoulder, “Tess, how fuckin’ much did they give her?”

“I don’t know! She didn’t want me in the room with her.”

“Joel?” You uttered his name groggily. “I’m tired. So tired.”

“I know baby,” he said, zipping your jeans. He pulled your legs, bringing them over the side of the gurney. “We’re gonna get you home. Can you stand?”

“Think so,” You slurred as he helped you up to your feet.

You stood on your own for maybe a second or two before collapsing into his arms.

When you finally regained consciousness several hours later into the night, you were at a complete and total loss. Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked furiously, trying to regain any sense of clarity.

That’s when you remembered. The wire in that man’s hand. Him telling you relax...

You gasped and shot up into a sitting position, looking around wildly.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” Joel was on his knee at your side in an instant. He took your hand in both of his. “You’re okay.”

“Joel?” Confused, you raised an eyebrow at him and then looked around the dimly lit room. You were back home in your apartment, in your bed. “It’s over? How did I—when did I get home?”

Joel squeezed your hand. “You don’t remember anythin’ at all?”

“Remember what? What are you talking about?” You looked down at yourself as if expecting to see some kind of drastic change to your body. “Did it work? Is it gone?”

Joel remained silent.

It took a minute or two, but piece by piece, it all started coming back to you. Seeing Collin with the wire, Joel bursting through the door of that room and stopping the procedure just before he could—Jesus Christ.

“I’m still pregnant,” You realized, your hand flying to your midsection.

Joel exhaled sharply, nodding his head. “You’re still pregnant.”

“Why did you stop him?” You asked him softly. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted me to get rid of it?”

“I did want that. I do want that,” he admitted, quietly.

His admission stung a little, but you knew his desire didn’t come from a place of malice. You knew it came from a place of fear. He’d already lost one child once before and now here he was, facing the possibility of losing another.

You pulled your hand out of his. “So then why didn’t you just let them do it?”

“Because. As fuckin’ terrified as I am of bringin’ a kid into this world, it scares me a hell of a lot more to think there was a chance I could’ve lost you had you gone through with it.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Joel?”

Joel reached up, cradling your cheek in his head. His rough, calloused thumb lightly grazed your soft skin. “After you and Tess left, I did some diggin’ around and turns out, three women died after goin’ to those crooks for the same thing. Botched. They never reported the deaths to anyone. They conspired with authorities to get rid of the bodies.” He paused, shaking his head as he answered the question he knew was coming. “Tess had no idea either. She feels like a sack of shit. Hasn’t been home in hours. Might be a few days before she can face you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but clamped it shut, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. And it sure as hell had nothing to do with morning sickness.

“I wasn’t gonna risk losin’ you.” He gently swiped his thumb across your trembling bottom lip. “I couldn’t risk it.”

“Then what are we going to do?” You whispered, your eyes meeting his. “The chances of finding someone who can get us a pill are slim to none, no one fucking trades that shit, Joel, and even if they did, a twenty year old pill might not do anything. You said it yourself.”

Joel’s hand dropped away from your face. He placed it lightly over yours, which you hadn’t realized was still resting on your stomach.

You stared at him in disbelief. “You mean...we keep it? Are you serious?”

“I don’t know how the hell we’re gonna do it,” he confessed. “I really don’t. But what other choice we got?”

You swallowed harshly. “I’m scared, Joel.”

“I know.” Although he didn’t say it, you saw it in his eyes. Me too. “Look at me. We’re gonna figure this shit out,” he assured you. He reached up and took your chin softly, but firmly, forcing your gaze to meet his. “We will figure it out. Okay?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

“For now, we just worry about keepin’ you healthy.” Joel paused for a moment before adding, “Keepin’ the baby healthy.”

The baby.

Hearing him say it sounded so strange.

“We don’t tell anyone about this. You wear my clothes when you start showin’ and hide it as best you can. I’ll have Tess see what she can do about findin’ vitamins or somethin’ for you, you’re gonna need them. You’ll need to start eatin’ more soon, so we need to figure out food supply,” he let his hand drop from your face as he leaned back and continued thinking out loud. “If we keep you healthy, chances are you’ll have a safer delivery. Less risk of complications and less risk of anythin’ going wrong with either of you when the time comes.”

You nodded. “Okay. And then what?”

“And then we worry about keeping it safe. Alive.”

You turned towards the apartment window, your eyes falling on the old radio Joel and Tess had nestled against the wall.

That’s when it suddenly came to you. There was another alternative.

“Joel.” You turned back to him, your eyes going wide. “Bill and Frank.”

“Bill and Frank?” he repeated, furrowing his eyebrows together.

“After the baby is born, they can take it.”

“You wanna give the baby to Bill and Frank? You serious?”

“Why the fuck not?” Your hand shot out and took his. “They live in a safe place, in a beautiful house, with all the supplies that they could possibly need. Frank would make a great adoptive father,” You added with a tiny smile. You could picture him already, grinning ear to ear as he sifted through boxes of baby clothes, putting together matching outfits.

Joel stared at you almost blankly.

“We have that option,” You told him, giving his hand a squeeze. “At least we know it would be safe with them. And we can still see him or her every now and again if we choose to.”

Joel scoffed lightly. “Bill isn’t gonna want—”

“Frank will convince him. Just like he always does.” Warm tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill over. The baby was probably the size of a bean in your womb and already, the idea of giving him or her up to live a life without you and Joel was pulling painfully at your heart strings. But it was for the best and you knew that.

So did Joel.

“It would be the right thing to do,” You murmured, a tear sliding down your cheek. “It’s the best shot that this baby would have.”

After a long moment of silence, Joel finally nodded. “Okay. We’ll get to Bill and Frank’s sometime in the next couple of months. We’ll ask them to take the baby.” He eyed you with a glint of concern. “You think you’ll have it in you to give it up once it’s born?”

“You want the truth?” You asked and he simply nodded. You shook your head. “I’ll do it, Joel. No question about it. But it’s going to hurt me like fucking hell. Somehow, it already does.” Another tear slipped down the side of your face as you uttered, “How is that even possible, Joel?”

He didn’t have the answer.

A small whimper escaped you. Letting go of your hand, Joel climbed up into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. There wasn’t anything he could say to you—all he could do was hold you as you cried silently into his chest, fearing what the next several months ahead would bring.

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They're all Dead.

Stu Macher X Gn!Reader

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Warnings : Language, blood, violence, mention of death, stabbing, mention of dead bodies, gaslighting, manipulation, underaged Drinking, stitches, knife, gun, mentions bullying

I do not support murder.

Summary : It's the party at the Macher house. You walked in on Stu and Billy killing Sidney. What now?

"It wasn't supposed to be like this." You mumbled. Billy sighed giving Stu a look. A tear went down your cheek blinding in with the blood on your cheek. Stu limbed over cupping your cheek giving you a wide smile.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine!"

"I told them to stay in the damn closet!" Billy yelled. You jumped when he yelled, Stu didn't take his eyes off you. He hated to admit it to your face but he liked it when you're scared. You tremble and whine, you desperately grab at him for help.

"I didn't think.." you looked down at Sidney's body. Stu moved your head away making you look at him.

"They weren't nice to you. Tatum would make fun of your clothes.. remember?" Stu said hiding his smile. Your bottom lip popped out a bit with a wobble.

"But.." Billy popped up behind Stu, "Randy would make sexist comments. You know how he was a pervert around you.". Billy said with a smirk.

"And Sidney.. you were always stuck in her shadow." Stu said.

"She didn't even like that you were with Stu." Billy added.

"Her mom also ruined your family. You poor thing, left alone with no friends. That's why I told Billy to keep you safe." Stu said holding his knife close to your chin.

"Look at 'em. They're gonna cry." Billy cooed. A tight knot in your stomach twisted, hot tears rolled down your face. Stu cupped your cheek spreading more blood on your face. His thumb gently moved smearing the blood in. You leaned into his hand, you found comfort in the warmth.

"Let them go." A voice blared behind Stu. Gale Weathers pressed a gun to Stus back, Stu smiled at you. He placed his knife in your hand before lifting his hands up. Gale grabbed your wrist pulling you behind her.

You knew you had to choose. It was now or never. Billy glared at you from the side of the kitchen.

"I'm going to kill you bitches! Then write a book and get out of this hellhole!" She yelled. You gripped the knife, your heart pounding throughout your chest.

"You're never gonna hurt them or anyone else again!" She continued. You stabbed her back causing her to arch in pain. Stu let out a laugh as Gale hit the floor. Billy walked over and grabbed the knife from you finishing her off. You flinched as her blood sprayed onto Billy. Stu hugged you kissing your head.

"Knew you had it in you, baby!". You looked at Gale's lifeless body, feeling a bit lifeless yourself. Billy walked over with a cup, "Drink this.". You grabbed it looking up at him.

"It's alcohol. I put melatonin in it so you'll pass out when the cops get here.". You held the cup close to you, "What about you guys?". Stu put his hands in the air, "We saved you from the killer!". You tilted your head in question, Billy went into the hallway. Stu moved his arms with excitement, "You're gonna love this!".

Billy threw Mr.Prescott onto the ground.

"We're blaming him." He said. You nodded, "What do I say when the cops question me.".

"Easy, you partied too much. Drank a lot, the killer cut your arm but you hid in the closet and passed out." Billy said.

"But my arm isn't cut.".

"About that." Stu said with a little smile. Billy grabbed the knife, "we can do this when you pass out. Lets get you in the closet.". You nodded following the boys upstairs into Stus room. You chugged down the drink and sat in his closet. Stu kneeled down to be eye level with you. He gave you a smile, "After this it'll be easy. I promise. Me and you, baby!". You smiled back at him soon passing out.

Lights seemed to flash in your face, you'd squint and try to turn away. You'd vaguely hear people talking around you. Nothing seemed to be in control or order. A plastic mask was placed over your nose and mouth.

You opened your eyes groaning, you were in a hospital. You sat up looking at the bandage on your forearm. You sat in total silence feeling pain wash over you. A stab wound was stitched up on your thigh and shoulder. You whined before laying back down, "Sorry about that.". You looked over to see Stu in a hospital bed. He smiled and waved, "Morning sleeping beauty!". You rubbed your eyes and groaned.

"this isn't a cut in the arm, Stuart!" You complained.

"Don't be mad at me. Be mad at Billy." Stu whispered childishly. You looked over at him giving him a stern look. Stu smiled, "Glad you're awake, it was getting boring.". You rolled your eyes, "I'm going back to sleep.." you whined. Stu huffed throwing an unused spork at you. You groaned trying to ignore him. A nurse and doctor walked in with clipboards.

"Good news, kiddos." The doctor said as he checked Stus oxygen levels. The nurse was on your side checking yours, "You two are free to leave once a parent or guardian gets you. What am I kidding you two are 18 you can leave today".

"Woohoo!" Stu cheered.

"But you gotta rest. And clean these stitches." The doctor pointed at the two of you with his pen. Stu's parents soon rushed in his mother smothering him in affection. Stu took in the overdue love from her. His dad didn't do much on the other hand.

"Are you mad about the house?" Stu asked pitifully. Stus mother cupped his cheek, "No honey, we paid to get it all fixed when you were here.". You blankly watched them, Stus mom looked over.

"Mom this is my partner." Stu said looking over at you. You never met her, it's not that you didn't want to. It's that she was never home, she smiled and waved.

"Ready to go, kid?" Stus dad asked.

"We have room for Stus partner right, hun?" His mom looked towards his dad. He nodded before his phone rang. He answered it leaving the room.

"You two get your things we'll be waiting." She said leaving. A nurse walked in taking the needle out of your arm to the patient monitor. You sat on the edge of bed looking at the tilted floor.

"What now?" You asked.

"Uh, we party! Go to the beach or Hollywood or college! They eat up that victim stuff." Stu said getting dressed carefully. You slid your clothes over the bandages carefully.

"Id like to learn how to surf." You said looking at Stu. He smiled, "Then we'll learn how to surf.". He walked over to you giving you a kiss.

"We can do anything now! No one can stop us. They're all dead." He joked.

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