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if-mirrormine · 2 years

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i'm not at all sorry for this one 🤪

nora finds demetri in the garage, his legs poking out from beneath his car and she smiles to herself when he hears him hiss and cuss. she steps further into the garage, coming to a stop in front of him and she softly taps her foot on top of his to get his attention.

"excuse me, sir?" she starts. "can you help me? i'm looking for my husband."

the sound of a metal tool hitting the floor echoes throughout the garage and a moment later, he slides out from the car, the wheels of the creeper squeaking slightly. shirtless and covered sweat and car oil, he grins at her. "you just missed him; he stepped out for a meeting."

"that’s too bad..." she pouts at him. "i had something really important to tell him."

"i can take a message if you'd like?" he climbs off the creeper and makes a show of walking across the garage to a work bench where a marker and handheld white board sit.

she steps closer to the car and leans her hip against the bonnet. "like i said; it's very important that he gets this message."

"as soon as i see him," he affirms with a wink before he picks up the whiteboard with one, the marker with the other, pulls the cap off with his teeth and gestures for her to speak.

she clears her throat and speaks slow, punctuating each word as she says them to make sure he hears them clearly. "i am pregnant."

she watches him begin to write 'nora is' with a look of intense concentration on his face before he stops. he slowly looks up at her, his eyes widening. "you're..."

she smiles at him. "you heard me."

before she has time to react, he's dropped both the board and marker, and closed the distance between them to sweep her into his arms. he lifts her off the ground and spins her around, the sound of her laughter filling his ears.

"i'm gonna be a dad!" he cheers and she laughs again at his reaction. he lowers her to the ground but keeps his arms around her.

"and i'm gonna be a mom," she says and as the words leave her lips, the amused expression own her face morphs into one of horror. "oh god, i'm gonna be a mom!"

he leans to pepper her face in kisses. "you're gonna be the best mom this world has ever seen."

she rolls her eyes at him but her smile slowly returns. "you have to say that."

between a kiss on her cheek and kiss on her temple, he mutters out a defiant, "nuh uh."

"and what makes you so sure?"

"well, you're already the best wife this world has ever seen."

"i'm not sure those skills translate. try again."

"what about that pot plant we had? you kept it alive for a good six months at least."

"we should probably aim to keep our child alive a lot longer than that, demi," she chuckles. "what else have you got?"

he pulls back slightly to grin at her. "now you're just fishing, dear wife of mine."

"maybe a little," she says, glancing up at him with a shy smile.

"trust me, doll; you are gonna be such a perfect mom, our kid isn't gonna know what hit 'em!"

she arches an eyebrow at him and taps her fingers against his chest. "how are you so confident about this?"

he rolls his eyes at her as if that's the dumbest question she could've asked him. "because we're amazing," he scoffs. "and because i have a faith in us; i have faith in you." his face suddenly lights up like a kid on christmas morning. "let me show you just how much."

he tries to lean down and kiss her when she laughs and pushes his face away. "shower first!" she slips out of his grasp then and darts for the door. "you absolutely reek, renfield!"

he stands for a moment, his mind processing last few moments before he dashes after her, a grin on his face.

"i'm gonna sue."

nora rolls her eyes as she continues flipping through her magazine. "don't be so melodramatic," she says, skimming over some article about a new movie. "the doctor said i'm fine." she briefly glances up at demetri, where he paces at the foot of her hospital bed. "will you sit down? you're giving me a headache."

he mutters an apology before hurrying to sit in the chair next to her. out the corner of her eye, she watches him bounce his leg - violently almost - and she rolls her eyes again.

"i just think she should be here doing something," he huffs. "not flitting about the hospital doing god knows what."

"she can't do anything until i'm fully dilated," she replies, her voice monotone. "i thought you passed sex ed."

"i can't help that i'm stressed," he says with another huff. "you're my wife, doll; i don't want you to be in pain."

"and yet you knocked me up anyway," she deadpans as she flips the page.

he pauses and for a moment, she relishes in the silence before he speaks again. "i'm not gonna take that personally because i know this isn't easy for you."

"whoopee..."

he stands up suddenly and she glances at him, vaguely alarmed at the hopeful look his face. "what can i do, doll?"

"about what?"

"to make this easier for you."

"you can sit back down and stop talking."

he gives her a flat look. "i'm being serious, nora."

"so am i." when he doesn't budge, she heaves a sigh and sets her magazine down. "fine; i want you to go home and bring back that stuffed dinosaur you put in the nursery."

at that, he frowns. "i don't see how that could help -"

"who's having a baby here?" she says, glaring at him. "you or me?"

he holds his hands up. "dinosaur, got it."

she smiles sweetly at him and he's only slightly concerned at his wife's abilities to switch between demeanours. "good... and i don't want to see you for another half hour at least." he opens his mouth to object but she cuts him off. "the doctor said we'll be here for hours before the baby gets here."

he nods, unconvinced. "okay, but no longer than that."

she rolls her eyes and begins to reply when she gasps, her hands going to her belly as she's overcome by a contraction. before he can move to comfort her however, she points to the door. "go!"

demetri tears through the house looking for that dinosaur. he was certain he'd placed it on the dresser in the nursery but when he finds it stuffed in the inner bowels of the cabinet under the kitchen sink, he knows nora hid it for this exact purpose.

admittedly, he took longer than she'd asked, arriving back at the hospital after his grueling fifty minute search.

but when he arrives at her room and sees the sleeping baby bundled in her arms, the dinosaur becomes the least of his worries.

"what the fuck, nora," he says as he rushes to her side, depositing the stuffed toy on the chair. "you said we had time!"

she avoids his eyes and shrugs. "i severely overestimated how long this would take."

"why didn't you call me?" he asks, pouting as he sits on the edge of the bed.

she looks up at him finally with tired eyes. "i'm sorry; i was little busy, demetri."

"sorry, doll," he says quietly before he looks at the baby - their baby! - and a small smile touches his lips. "can... can i hold them?"

immediately, all her annoyance at him flies out the window and her face softens. "of course."

she gently places them in his awaiting arms and he stares down at them wonder. demetri thought that he'd never be able to love anything more than he loves nora but as he holds his sleeping child in his arms, he now knows that to be wrong.

he looks up at his wife to find her watching him, a tired smile on her face. "you're amazing, doll," he says softly. "look at what you did; all your own."

"not entirely; you helped at the beginning."

he chuckles. "yeah but beyond that... you don't need me."

"of course i do," she scoffs. "who do you think i'm putting on diaper duty?"

"that all i'm good for, huh?"

"pretty much."

he shakes his head, smiling at her. "i love you, nora."

she smiles back. "i love you, demetri."

nora wakes with a start and reaches for demetri, only to find his side of the bed cold and empty. her eyes still heavy with sleep, she looks around the darkness of their bedroom and finds that empty as well.

with a sigh, she drags herself out of bed and out the bedroom. clad only in one of her husband's shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, she shivers slightly in the chill of late night, early morning as she shuffles down the passage. her feet carry her to the nursery, the soft glow of the night light pouring through the crack in the door, and she peeks inside.

demetri sits in the rocking chair in the corner, rocking softly as he stares at the sleeping bundle in his arms in awe. after a moment, she realises he's singing softly to them and a moment after that, she realises what song.

sex on fire by kings of leon.

she smiles and pushes open the door to enter. "a little inappropriate for an infant, don't you think?"

he pauses mid chorus and looks up at her, a smile of his own forming on his face. "i tried keeping it pg, i swear."

she hums. "i bet."

he carefully adjusts the baby in his arms and makes room for her to sit on his lap. she rests her head on his shoulder and together they stare at their child in wonder.

"can't sleep?" she asks after a while.

"i don't know," he says honestly. "i just can't stop looking at them. is that vain? because they're half of me?"

"no." she kisses his cheek. "i like looking at them too."

he smiles at her. "we made a cute baby."

she grins back. "my half is cuter."

"you know what? i think i agree."

she playfully hits his chest. "suck up."

"jokes on you, nora; i did all the sucking up i needed to years ago! you've already married me and had my baby, you're stuck with me now."

"forever?"

"and ever," he adds, nodding resolutely.

with a smile planted firmly on her lips, she looks back at their baby and runs her fingers through the soft hair on their head. "what band's music do you plan on ruining our child's innocence with next?"

demetri beams. "i was thinking acdc... highway to hell?"

"you take the verse, i'll take the chorus?"

"sounds perfect."

callie is fast asleep in the car seat. mc sits next to them, their eyes on the window as they watch the world fly past. demetri's driving, the music's on low.

they spent the day at the theme park, the three of them. they went on every ride, filled up on junk food and even swung past the petting zoo. it's long after six o'clock but the sun shows no sign of setting any time soon.

despite the fun of the day, demetri's been tense since he woke up. he's nervous, fidgeting, he can't sit still even behind the steering wheel and it's obvious even to mc that something is wrong.

"dad?" they say quietly as they pull their eyes from the window.

"yes, love?" he says, clearing his throat as he glances at them in the rear view mirror.

"are you okay?"

he hesitates before answering. "i am." he reaches into the backseat to offer them his pinky finger. "pinky promise."

they reach up to wrap their pinky around his and he gives them a tight-lipped smile in the mirror. they let go after a moment and mc looks out the window once more. when they don't recognises their surroundings, they look back at him with a frown. "where are we going?"

he adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, tightening and loosening his fists before clearing his throat his again. "we're going to see grandma and grandpa." he meets their eyes, licks his lips. "you're excited to see them, right?"

they nod.

"good," he says softly, his eyes going back to the road. "good..."

the rest of the drive passes by in silence and even when they arrive, demetri says nothing; wordlessly carrying a sleepy callie out the car and holding mc's hand as they walk to the front door. he knocks and it opens a few moments later.

the elderly woman blinks in surprise. "demetri?" her eyes fall to mc and callie and she beams. "and you brought the kids; what a surprise!"

she ushers them inside and mc makes a beeline for grandpa, who sits at the dining table building a model aeroplane. he smiles a them as they hop into the seat next to him. "hey, kiddo," he says, his voice deep and gravelly. he holds up the plane for them to get a better look at it. "what do you think? better than the last one, huh?"

they nod eagerly and watch as he goes back to assembling it, happily listening to the old man's ramblings. in the background, they see demetri talking grandma and after a while she frowns but nods her head. he then passes callie to her and she turns to walk down the passage. he closes his eyes and stands there for a long moment, breathing deeply, before opening his eyes and making his way over to them.

"hey, dad," he says vacantly and the old man grunts in greeting, his entire focus on the model, whereas as demetri's looking at them. "come here for a moment, mc," he adds and they do as told.

they stand in front of him and he kneels on the ground. taking their face in his hands, he gives them a soft, yet uneasy, smile. "you know i love you very much, right?" they nod. "and you know i love callie just as much?" they nod again. he opens his mouth to continue but he stops himself, his eyes becoming glassy. "i want you to always remember that."

"i will," they promise.

"i have to go now," he says, taking a shaky breath. "there are some things i need to take care of."

"where are you going?" they ask.

he swallows. "far... far away."

"how long will you be gone?"

"i don't know, mc."

"will you come back soon?"

a tear finally slips down his cheek and they reach up to wipe it away. "sure," he says, his voice breaking slightly."

"why are you crying, dad?"

he attempts to give them a smile but it seems forced, even to them. "i'm just going to miss you and callie while i'm gone."

"okay," they say. "i'll miss you too."

at that, he pulls them into a hug and squeezes them tight against him. they remain like that for as long as demetri can bear before he's pulling away, kissing their forehead and getting to his feet. then, without a second look, he strides across the room and out the front door.

it's been three weeks and nora's spent every day in front of their living room window, watching, waiting. she hasn't heard from demetri and she knows she probably won't. the police said it's not a missing person's case; there's no sign of his phone, wallet, car keys, even some of his clothes.

no, the man left willingly.

a tug on her sleeves pulls her from the depths of her thoughts, from the pain and resentment crowding her chest, and she looks down to find callie staring up at her.

"what's wrong, cal?" she asks.

"mommy, i'm hungry," the six year old replies.

she nods, an okay leaving her tongue as she takes their hand and leads them to kitchen. she picks them up, setting them on the counter and they watch with fascination as she cuts up some fruit for them.

"mommy?" they say softly.

"yes, cal?" she asks as she puts all the fruit in a bowl.

"where's daddy?"

she pauses, diced strawberries still in hand as she thinks about the answer. "i don't know," she says softly, eventually and finishes plating the fruit. she hands them the bowl and a fork before kissing them on the forehead. "you'll see him soon."

it's a blatant lie but it's one she's been telling herself as well. the thought circulates her mind no matter how many times she tells herself it's not true.

callie eats in silence and she lets her eyes drift to the window above the sink. mc and grayson are in the backyard, playing on the swingset. the words echoe in her mind as she watches them, as loud as the day they were spoken and she feels her heart shatter.

you have me until the end of time.

#idk you do the math #im not a scientist #it got a bit iffy towards the end #but give me a break #its 3 am #and i dont have a solid grasp on the english language #when sleep deprived #but does anyone ever really #i want tears #and i want broken hearts #lets goo besties #mm: nora #mm: demetri #mirror mine

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slasherscream · 2 months

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Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

#crazy ass girls gang #tiffany valentine x reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li imagine #tiffany valentine imagine #jennifer check x reader #jennifer check imagine #ginger fitzgerald x reader #carrie white x reader #nancy downs x reader #thank you ty and oak for helping me place these guys i was in the trenches #im still in the trenches right now because im down BAD i want them all in a way that #MUST be studied by scientists this shit ain't normal #sorry if this makes me look gay it's because i am #got a little lost in the sauce with ginger HELLO???

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