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non-stop-imagines · 4 years

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Party-Get Together-Thing (Request)*

Request from @twistedcharismaaa: Hi 🥰💕! I loveeeeeeee your stories 😩. So so much. I was wondering if you could write Peter Parker maybe a little older? Like 19-22? With the prompt “It’s two a.m., why are you next to me?”. Pleaseeeee tag me 🙏🏾✨

Prompts used (from Drabble List #2): #67: “It’s two a.m., why are you next to me?”, #20: “Shhh, they’ll hear us.”, #21: “Why are you laughing?”, #76: “You wear glasses?”, #86: “Where the hell did you learn to do that?!”

Pairing: 20+Peter Parker x 20+Black!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, but I promise it's cute, it's fun, it flirty, and it's primarily SMUT, I ain't gon lie to ya

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: So I'm just preparing y'all now, I was not expecting whatever this turned out to be.🤣 @twistedcharismaaa I hope I did your request justice and would like to thank you sooooo much for your patience. This was honestly extremely fun to write because it's been a looonnngg while since I have written smut and it feels good. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Love you allllllllll!!!!💖💛💖💛💖💛💖

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Saturday, 12:00 p.m. in the middle of June. What else would practically a floor of young twenty-somethings do except fill they’re idle time with some fun. A little drinking, a little smoking, the great possibility of hooking up with the cute, seemingly shy brunette boy that lives in the apartment 3 doors down from you. The one that waves at you when you pass by, even if he seems to be struggling with two handfuls of groceries. Thoughts move through your head as you move around your studio apartment, picking up stray clothes and tossing them in the hamper, unsure and uncaring of whether or not they have been worn within the past week. You pick up your phone and re-read the text from your neighbors, thinking about the consequences of the proposed idea.

Chilli 🔥🥵💃🏿🌶️:

Party, our place. 9:00. Your only job is to invite Peter. Your ONLY job. Don't fuck it up💅🏿.

Beth🤪💁‍♀️🌺🌟:

And, a couple bottles of cheap, high alcohol content liquor would be great too 🤪🤪

Peter. And cheap liquor. The two most simple tasks and yet it feels like you were just told to scale Mount Everest in 2 hours with no oxygen mask. You sigh and flip your long faux locs to one side of your head, staring straight at your reflection in the oval mirror that hung on your wall, gold paint chipping off.

“Hey, Peter. Party tonight at Chilli’s and Beth’s place. Make sure you come through.” You facepalm yourself and reset, pulling part of your hair back into a half-up ponytail style, hoping the change in visual will help. “Peter! Hey! How’s it going? Uh- my neighbors are throwing a party. Yeah you know those two crazy gals…” You stop in your track and let go of your hair, then flop down onto the beaten-up teal couch that sat underneath the mirror. Why was this so hard? He was the last person that you would expect to be nervous to talk to and yet here you were, contemplating whether or not you’ll even decide to leave your apartment for the rest of the day. That was until your stomach growled prompting you to stand from your couch, grab a hoodie to cover your upper body that was clad in a horrible DIY cropped cami. You pull on some slip on Vans, grab your wallet and keys that sat on the table next to your door and head out to your favorite lunch spot: a Greeks food cart with gyros that would make you murder a bitch. You pull out your phone from your hoodie pocket and begin to type out a short “Sorry I can’t make it to the party because I’m a little nervous bitch” text when in the middle of typing you bump into none other than the Peter Parker, the boy that had you prepared to become a hermit before even thinking of speaking to him. You look up to his eyes, not having to shift your line of sight too much since it was only a slight height difference, but still enough to make you feel sort of small under his gaze.

“Woah. Where are you running off too?” He finishes unlocking his front door and opens it but stops to turn to you, adjusting his backpack strap and then rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes were large and doe-like as his expression of shock stayed plastered on his face.

“Oh, uh, lunch. You know how it is.” You wave your hand still containing your phone around before quickly tucking it away then pushing a loc back behind your ear and beginning to annoyingly, or what you felt was annoying, play with the gold cuff that surrounded that specific loc.

“Oh yeah. I’m actually about to make myself some lunch too…” He points his thumb into his currently empty apartment, making curiosity consume you and forcing part of your gaze into the more than slightly disheveled apartment.

“Cool.” You place your attention back onto Peter and put your hands in you hoodie pocket, fiddling with your keys, your wallet, anything your fingers could find to calm you down. “I was just going down to that gyro cart a couple blocks down. I was craving one and once I start craving something, I NEED to have it, ya know...” You chuckle and look down at your shoes, widening your eyes for a moment at the insanity that were the words that left your mouth seconds ago.

“Well, don’t let me get in your way. I’ll see you later.” He begins to walk into his apartment but you stop him in his tracks, tapping his shoulder and quickly calling his name.

“Uh, are you doing anything tonight? Because my neighbors- you know Bethany and Chelsey, they live in 230? They are throwing some party-get together thing and just wanted to know if you could make it? There will be music and alcohol if that sounds fun to you.” You end your request with a slightly awkward smile that you only give someone that you’re trying to convince.

“That does sound pretty fun. What time- or does it matter?” He turns back around to you, trying to smoothly lean against his door frame, but greatly misjudging his distance and giving himself a small visible heart attack.

“It starts at 9, but I guess that’ll be more set up so show up closer to 11 just to be sure.” You laugh, calming down when you begin to feel the nervousness radiate from him.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll see you there?” He asks you as you being to walk to the elevator, pressing the button to go down.

“Of course! Who do you think is bringing the good alcohol?” The elevator doors open and you step in then turn back to Peter, opening your hands to him while keeping them in your pocket as the elevator door closes.

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You adjust your dress in the full length mirror that hung on your bathroom door, glad that you jumped on that 40% off sale on Fashion Nova last week. It was a short, satin spaghetti strap dress that was a beautiful powder blue and simultaneously hugged and hung off your body beautifully. You bend down and tighten the straps on your simple silver heels, your cutest but possibly most uncomfortable pairs of heels in your closet but you didn't mind because you knew right as you stepped through the threshold of your two neighbors apartment they were coming off. You sway over to the hanging oval mirror and admire your make-up, impressed with the job well done on your matching light blue eyeshadow artistry. Since the party was only next door you decided it was best for you to only bring your apartment keys, phone, and 3 bottles of liquor with you since anything else you would have needed was less than 30 seconds away. You take one last deep breath and one last once over of your reflection in the mirror, then head out your door, moving to the music that flowed out of the one bedroom next door.

“I knew we could trust you with the good stuff!” Chilli yells when she sees you walk through the door, time now almost 10:30. She was a pretty tall, 5’9”ish, brown skin that could rock a clown wig if she wanted to and eyes to die for. Barely ten seconds later, Beth, a short, about 5 '3'', fiesty girl with dirty blonde hair pokes her head from the bathroom, eyebrows just finished but still fully dressed in a black, strapless crop top and pink skirt and shoeless.

“I knew she could do it. Now lets just see if she followed through with the boo-thing situation.” She pops back into the bathroom to finish her make-up.

“Please, for the love of GOD, stop saying boo-thing.” Chilli takes the bottles from your arms and places them on the counter, currently covered with several other versions of alcohol and snacks that are commonly requested when a group of twenty year olds get together. You pick a bag of gushers from one of the bowls and flop down onto the still pulled out bed, quickly undoing and pulling off your shoes. “Don’t think I won’t say anything out white boy down the hall. Did you talk to him?” She picks up the blankets that covered the floor of their apartment and placed them in the whittled basket you remember her buying at a thrift store a couple of weeks ago.

“Yes, I did. After bumping into him, of course.” You pop a gusher in your mouth and lift your legs onto the bed allowing Chilli to straighten out the rug that sat beneath your feet. “After a bit of small talk I told him about the party-get together thing and he said he would come so, ha.” You stop your friend from moving for a second and swiftly pull the sticker tag that layed along her right buttcheek. The pants were regular black jeans that fit her perfectly and were a perfect complement to the pink stain crop that she had on.

“Well, good. Phase 1 done. Now for phase 2.” She turns around and crosses her arms, raising her eyebrow which pulls your attention to her sparkly and aesthetically pleasing eyeshadow. You stop your hand before placing a finger full of 3-4 gushers into your mouth, confused as to what this “Phase 2” entailed.

“Uh- what exactly is Phas-” Before you finished your words, Bethany come sauntering out from the bathroom, make-up pretty much finished but still a brush in hand. Almost as if they rehearsed this moment, they each grab you by a hand and begin to sway with you, matching the tempo of The Weekend by SZA playing in the background.

“You are gonna get dicked down.” Bethany sings and turns you around, giving you fully to Chilli who does a mediocre cha-cha with you.

“Because you need that more than a girl’s night Netflix binge right now...” Chilli sings, finally letting you go, allowing you to plop back down on the bed.

“Why am I not surprised by you two? Always thinking witcho pussy.” You finally place your much needed gushers into your mouth and roll your eyes.

“Because, darling, pussy rules the world. I don't make the rules, just simply follow them.” Chilli states with her best British accent then quickly turns on the charm when she hears the first group of guests knock on the door frame.

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11:30. You look at the door again, smiling at the familiar faces that file in but stay seated at the counter, slowly sipping on the beginning of your third concoction of blue raspberry vodka and lemonade, an original of yours. You look down at your phone for something, anything to tell you that the boy that you should not be all hung up about did not just appease you earlier today. Right as you were about to head back to your apartment for a moment you receive a tap on your shoulder, making you slowly turn around to see the owner of the hand, obviously surprised to see Peter, wavy hair tossed around as if he just finished getting ready a minute ago in a plain white t-shirt and black dress pants with a belt equipped with a gold belt buckle. You weren’t surprised that such a simple outfit on this boy had you trembling at the knees, but the cute smile he gave you as he looked you up and down had you pooling where you sat.

“Sorry I’m so late. I realized too late that I had no idea what to wear.” His words mixed with your slight intoxication had you laughing a bit more than necessary, but that didn’t bother Peter one bit.

“Well, you know how to improvise under pressure, don’t you, Parker?” The flirtatious inclination in your voice caught Peter off guard but not too off guard to quickly follow you to a part of the kitchen with a couple of stacks of shot glasses. You take two from the bottom of one of the stacks and fill them with the Crown that sat near the stacks. You hand one to him and smoothly lean against the counter, raising your glass to him. “To the promise of a very fun night.” You two toast the first of what will be half a dozen shots between you two and down the liquid, wincing at the burn then pulling him to the middle of the living room to dance in the midst of some already too drunk young adults knocked out on the couch.

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As predicted, six shots for you and six shots for Peter was enough to have you dragging him back to your place, lips locked and stumbling to your locked door. Your groan and turn around to the door, removing your key from the top of your dress as you allow Peter to continue to push past your faux locs to suck harder on your neck. After a couple of moans, you finally are able to push past your door into your place, drop your keys on to the table next to your door, and blindly move to your couch. You push him down onto the teal fabric and immediately straddle him cupping his face with your ring covered fingers as you pull him further into an exceedingly heated kiss. You feel his fingers tickle up your sides, slowly pushing your dress up above your hips to your waist, the movement becoming more and more unbearable the higher his fingers go. You couldn't help but push away and begin to crack up, earning the most confused puppy dog face you have ever received from him, only making you laugh even more.

“Uh, why are you laughing?” He continues to run his fingers up and down your exposed flesh, but you quickly place your hands on top of his, stopping the movement and slowing your laugh.

“You’re tickling me. I am unfortunately very ticklish on my sides.” You help Peter out by pulling your entire dress over your head, letting your unrestrained boobs pop as you finish pulling the dress above your head, having slight trouble when you reached your hair, but giving Peter a show as he runs his eyes down from your brown breasts with perfectly dark nipples to the black thong that hugged your hips. You throw the dress to the floor and finally rest your eyes back on Peter’s face, guiding his sight back to your eyes and giving him a confident smirk. “Liking what you see, huh?” He just says nothing and goes back in for another round of making out, his hands continuously making their way to your ass but slowly moving back up. You start to buck your hips on his lap, smirking into the kiss when you feel him grow underneath you. While keeping your lips glued together, you stand from his lap, guiding him over to your bed and slowly sitting down, breaking the kiss but not breaking eye contact as you go to undo his belt. The pace seemed to be excruciatingly slow for him because after a few seconds of letting you kiss down his “V Line” as you slowly undid his pants he pushes your hands away from his waist and quickly undoes his own belt, clumsily stepping out of each pant leg. You hold in your laughter at his goofy franticness but let a small grin grow on your face, breaking some of the sexual tension by making Peter laugh when he looks back up at you.

“What now?” He chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head, giving you a great visual of his surprisingly well developed muscles. Your eyes trail down his chest slowly, making you absentmindedly lick at your still surprisingly well glossed lips as you continued to look down his abdomen.

“Nothing, just loving the enthusiasm.” You grin up at him, watching as he hovers closer and closer to your face, kissing you again as he tugs down your thong, humming a response into your mouth. His kisses continue but start to move down your body, some extra attention ensuing when he reaches your breast, catching your right nipple in his mouth. He begins to suck and swirl his tongue around the nub and sneaks a look at your face, eyes closed arching your back into the feeling. He continues down your body, finally reaching your inner thigh, the closeness enough to have a groan drip from your lips. You feel Peter smile as he kisses up toward your pussy, but his now gradual ascent makes you perch up onto your elbows.

“Yeess…?” He raises his eyebrow as he looks up at you, continuing to kiss up your thigh.

“Oh, nothing. Just wondering where that haste you had a few moments ago went, that’s all.” You giggle, brushing his hair back from his face so you could have a full view of his sultry and and teasing gaze.

“Ohh. Oh, you mean this?” Right after he accepts your challenge, he dive right into you, sucking hard on your clit and licking streaks up your slit. The sudden onset of pleasure makes you let out a shriek, which makes Peter quickly stick his middle and ring finger from his unoccupied hand into your mouth which you instantly begin to suck on. “Shhh, they’ll hear us.” The tone of the words that seemed to drip from his mouth earned a complying hum from you as you nodded and looked into his eyes. He just smiles and continues on you, sticking two fingers into you, curling them and pumping them in and out slowly as his tongue continues to focus on your clit. His hum of satisfaction that he lets out against you runs a vibration through you, bringing you closer to a finish. Your moans on his fingers increase in volume before you lean back onto your bed, no sound able to escape your mouth due to the intense feeling of pleasure coursing through your body. Peter quickly catches on to just how good he was making you feel and stops in his track, keeping his laugh to a chuckle as he watches you squirm from the sudden loss of contact. “Can’t let you have all the fun.” He quickly shimmies out of his underwear and jumps next to you into bed, gently kissing behind your ear as you come down from your attempted climax.

“Fuck, where the hell did you learn to do that?!” You moan, leaning into his lips as they trail back down your neck. You feel his dick rub against your thigh, coming dangerously close to your pussy which clears your mind up a bit, making you push him away and look up toward your nightstand. “Go on. Pick your favorite. They’re newly stocked.” You smile up at his hovering naked frame before watching him roll off of you and crawl up to the nightstand drawer, opening it and pulling a condom from the still closed box. You wait for what seems to be a moment too long, occupying the ache between your legs by supplying friction from your thighs.

“So, you wear glasses?” Peter coos, circling your glasses in one hand as he sits up next to you. “You know what, I just realized I have never seen you in your glasses.”

“Because,” You reach for your glasses but groan when he pulls them away. “I just prefer to wear my contacts, that’s all.” Peter gives in and lets you have your glasses, but soon after a mischievous look plasters on his face.

“Model them for me. Please?” He goes back to kissing down your neck, knowing that of all the gestures he has tried tonight, this will get you naked in front of him modeling your glasses in no time, and boy did it work.

“Fine, fine. I just need to go take out my contacts.” You giggle then saunter into your bathroom loving the feeling of knowing exactly where his eyes were. Less than a minute later you were there, standing at the foot of your bed, glasses on as his hands began to roam your body again, slowly pulling you onto him, making you straddle his now protected dick.

“Oh, this was a great idea.” He pulls your face down to his, gently moving the faux locs that fell into his face to the side. Your hand begins to have a mind of its own as you lead his dick to your pussy, positioning it at your slit and letting your hips do the rest of the entering. All that comes from Peter’s mouth after this was a weak “Oh my,” before he grabs your hips and helps your hips move up and down his dick. You lean back down to his face, sticking your tongue into his mouth, fighting for as much dominance as possible as his surprisingly large size moves in and out of you, supplying the much needed and severely missed pleasure you were feeling minutes ago. You two stay in this position for a moment, reveling in the pleasure that you both were feeling before Peter rolls you two over, grabbing your right thigh and bringing it up to his shoulder. For a moment your reach up to cover your upper body, the new position making you feel oddly vulnerable, but Peter quickly senses your mood shift, slows down his thrust, and lowers his forehead to meet yours. “You okay? You need me to stop? I can-” You shake your head and kiss his concerned puckered lips, instantly feeling more comfortable.

“Please do not stop! That is all I am asking from you now is to please not stop!” Your words come out more as a grunt, letting a loud groan come from your lips as Peter quickened his pace again.

“Yes ma’am.” As his pace increases, the movement of his hips become sloppier, which you thank your lucky stars for because you would not be able to handle much more before reaching your hilt.

“Parker, I’m gonna cum,” You moan out, clawing at Peter’s back as he leans onto you more and more, movements becoming increasingly free.

“Me and you both. Fuuuu…” And after a few more thrusts his hips slow to a stop with you writhing from your climax beneath him. After you two take a moment to catch your breath you slowly move up to where your pillows were, recooperating from the incredibly fun sex you just had as Peter rolls the condom off of himself and tosses it to the trash can by the table at your door. He joins you underneath your blankets, turning to face you and giving you the sweetest kiss you have ever received then pulls back to simply look into your deep brown eyes.

“That was a… well, fun.” You giggle, kissing Peter again then laying your head on his chest, letting him run his hands over your hair, feeling a sense of ease when he stops to focus on certain locs that catch his attention.

“I don’t think you understand the number of times I have thought of that moment.” Peter’s playfully crude remark earns him a light slap on the chest but your hand placement left you defenseless for when he pulls you back into his chest, letting the silence that falls over you two and the sounds of light breathing rock you both to sleep.

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You awaken slightly from the deep slumber that overtook you and Peter hours ago, and after taking a second to gather your wits you look over to your alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:23 a.m. You groan at the small headache that ensues after you turn over to your stomach and reach up to feel your unwrapped and slightly disheveled hair. You gently rock Peter until some movement comes from him, decreasing the strength of your push as he comes to, but still rocking him as you speak to him.

“Hey. Hi. It’s two a.m., why are you still next to me?” Peter grabs the hand that was doing the rocking and pulls you back into him, lightly feeling your hair before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, I guess that means I did something right because you didn’t kick me out after, so…” He shrugs and smiles down at your placement on his chest.

“I mean… you’re ight. Enough for me to let you stay over or wateva.” You front your real reaction about last night, smiling at the way his chest moves when he laughs. “I guess you can stay for a while longer, but it’ll cost you.” These words had Peter on top of you in no time flat, that familiar mischievous smile gracing his face again.

“I knew you couldn’t get enough of me.” He bends down and takes your lips into a heated kiss, but before anything continues you push him back, staring seriously into his eyes.

“Also any and all questions from Chilli and Beth will be rebounded to you because I cannot deal with those two today-” As you finish your words Peter dives back into you, peppering kisses along your favorite spot on your neck.

“Fine, its only fair.” and with that his head disappears underneath your blanket, and you were already raring for round two.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker smut #18+peter parker #request #marvel imagine #marvel #spiderman imagine #spiderman

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mini-fanfics · 4 years

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Mine Forever (Yandere! Revenant x reader)

Warning: gore and blood

Summary: revenant has finally found someone who knows how he feels being a robot and now he’ll never let them go

You don't remember how it all happened, you didn't want it to happen. The blood of your teammates no not only your teammates but the other legends: their blood, their internal organs, their crushed bones painted the walls of the drop ship and standing in the center of the bloody mess.....him.

A week before the incident

You were a new legend to the apex games. You walk onto the drop-ship with your combat boots, black baggy pants, a crop top and an oversized black jacket covering your body. The legends look at you and introduced themselves except for one of them, a red robot that was fiddling with a black burnt ball all he did was stare at me. You ignored him but you still wanted to get along with him so maybe you'll talk to him later.

The drop ship takes off to the arena and you look at the board to see that you were on a team with Bangalore and bloodhound. You got on a platform with them and head to the geyser, and started to looting the area you got ok stuff, a level one body shield, a wingman and an r103. You head towards the ring but you ended up running into an enemy squad. The enemy took a lot of our health and we did not have a lot of medkits or shields. You tried looting a death boxes but we were third party by another team. The team was octane, mirage and revenant, you stare at revenant as he shoots you down. He looks at you and chuckled, "death is coming rookie but I'll make sure it won't come to you.......for now" he shoots you in the head sending you back to the drop ship eliminating your team. You looked up at the screens of the drop ship and see that revenant was the new kill leader but what did he mean by death won't come to me yet?

You keep looking at the battle and revenant's team wins the game. They come back to the drop ship and everyone cheered for them. Mirage stood in a table, "drinks on us tonight guys" octane butts in, "you mean drink are on you" everyone laughs as we all head to the bar

When we got to the bar all the legends sat in a booth but one revenant. He won too didnt he? He should be having fun too. You look around and see revenant sitting at the bar alone. You sigh and get up from the booth, mirage looks at you, "hey newbie where ya heading?" You look at mirage, "I'm gonna y'all to revenant." The legends look at you like you grew three heads, mirage chuckles awkwardly, "youuuuu don't want that sweetheart trust me he's......crazy not caustic crazy but insane crazy." You roll your eyes, "I'll be fine I'm a big girl guys" you walk over to revenant and sit next to him, you see him drink whiskey, you decide to order it too even though you never had it before. You take a sip of the whiskey it was bitter the taste surprised you so much you started coughing up the disgusting taste. You hear a chuckle you look next to you to see revenant laughing at you a little, "you acquire a taste for whiskey don't get it just because I'm getting it." You smile a bit, "I wanted to make you comfortable at least since you never seem to talk to me." Revenant looks at you, "I spoke to you on the battlefield plus I'm not the type to make friends." You put your head on your hand, "why are you here for mr. revenant?" He sighs, "will you leave me alone if I tell you?" You sigh, "sure I'll leave you alone if you tell me" he drinks the rest of his whiskey then starts talking, "I'm here for vengeance, I was human once until....they made me like this..." he slams his fist down when he says 'they' you look at you even more curious, "and who are they?" He growls and looks at you, "you said you'll leave me alone once you ask your question right?!" You gulp a bit scared but you didn't wanna show him fear, "m-maybe I can help." He grips his hands into fist tightly, "how can someone like you change me back to human?" You sigh and rest your hands on his clench fist, "I can't help with that but I can help you cope." He looks at me, "you'll never know how I feel rookie." You turn your body towards his, "really?" You lift up your pants leg exposing your robotic legs with the labels Hammond Robotics stamped to it, "i know what they did to you. Everyone talked about the man that turned to metal by Hammond robotics." He looks at your legs and chuckles, "you and I aren't so different huh?" You pull your pants legs back down, "I know what you've been through now can we be friends?" He sighs and orders two shots of vodka for us, "alright but I don't want the other legends thinking I'm soft so don't talk to me like we're friends during the games or around them." You giggle a bit as you two clink shot glasses, "deal I hope we become close revenant."

Present time

Those words wanting to become close to revenant You didn't expect him to take it so seriously. Every minute outside the arena he was near you causing you to stay away from the other legends. On the dropship to the arena Lifeline, octane and a few other legends wanted to go out into town with you and you said yes. But what you didn't know was that revenant was ease-dropping on the conversation making him quietly crush his little burnt ball into nothing.

After the game you head home to get ready for the outing with the other legends. They still didn't know about your legs so you wore long black pants and a fancy red top with black boots. You head to the drop ship but it was quiet too quiet. You enter the drop ship to a dark room, you step forward into something wet but it wasn't just any liquid it was..... blood! You turn the light on in the drop ship to see the corps of your legend friends on the floor lifeless. Their stomach was spilling out of them and their bones were clearly crushed. You look up to see in the middle of the blood mess him....revenant with the organs of what seems to be mirage in his hand. Your eyes widen, "r-revenant what did you do?!!" He chuckled, "you were gonna abandon me my friend and I can't have that now can I?" You gulp a bit scared, "b-but I wasn't gonna abandon you! I just wanted to have other friends!" He holds his knife hand up to your neck, "you are not aloud to have other friends if you do I'll make sure they won't see the light of day ever again." You start to cry a bit, "revenant please stop this I'm scared." He grabs your right pants leg and rips it off exposing your robotic leg, "how about this I'll give you a 1 minute head start to run away from me but if I catch you you're mine forever." He pushes you out the dropship, "clocks ticking" you run away from the drop ship you run so fast that you didn't want to look back. You had to hide. You decide to hide in an alley way hoping that revenant won't find you. It felt like you were in the alley forever but as long as you didn't see revenant you were fine. You think a minute or two has passed he probably lost you, you slowly let your guard down but you shouldn't have. Revenant jumps from a building and lands right in front of you, "now.....you're mine forever

#apex legends #apex legends x reader #apex revenent #revenent x reader #yandere #yandere revenent x reader #fanfic

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rivka-kopelman · 3 years

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Delivery Lemur Logbook : 9-A

December 38th, 3431

Hey, Delivery Lemur (deliveremur) here. Tiptoeing through Galaxy 5 trying to avoid pirates and looters and such. It's fucked up out here. Gigantic crop failures because of the labor shortage. There's mass-hysteria about the imminent alien invasion. The Space Military is confiscating all the supplies and food and stuff. Here's what used to be Mirach Solar Farm, which got blown up by somebody. We're on our last box of wafers.

Best to look on the bright side. Just downloaded a new episode of my favorite podcast, It's Bullshit: Forever Countdown.

“Hi you everyone out there ~ This is Mocha Menosky and my guest for today's episode is Lilac Slac, lead drummer of the Zigzagzags! Are you ready Lilac?”

“Yes! I'll do my best!”

“Your number is 3,000,000,000,000,00,000000033333 good luck!”

“Ohhh shit okay, okay, okay. 1................. 2............”

The collision alert starts blaring: someone's about to fly into us.

Lopcorn hops over like I need help steering or something. I swerve wildly and avoid the oncoming ship by inches.

“Jeez they should watch where they're going, huh?” I remark.

Lopcorn is squinting at the sensor readout. “They can't. Look, their guidance computer is disabled.”

“Oh.” I check the screen too and calculate their vector. “They're gonna get stuck in a decaying orbit of that huge planet if they don't change course.”

“Deliveremur, so are we. You steered us right into the gravity well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah bud really”

It's true. So, we do an emergency landing. Bit bumpy but not too bad.

These are the scenic equatorial highlands of planet Yoxoby. Nasty chlorine atmosphere. “That ship came down just 1 mile from us,” Lopcorn tells me, consulting the radar. “There might be survivors, want to go see?”

I guess it's the ethical thing to do. We throw on goggles and respirators and troop out into the blurry haze. My paws sink 20cm into the cool chalk dust with each step. This is more exercise than I was ready for today.

Well, here it is. Turns out they're Drywall Owls.

“I'll check it out,” volunteers Lopcorn. “Stay here, just in case.”

“Yes.”

He bounded up onto the smoldering wreck, ripped open the hatch, and dropped inside. I wait quietly, watching our tracks get erased by the wind. I wonder if I locked the door on the way out. After three minutes, Lopcorn comes out of the Drywall Owl ship. He's carrying one owl, hastily stuffed into an ill-fitting space suit, struggling and shouting something.

“They're alive?” I ask.

“One is.”

“こrの場uगरेँбіз жहाsमीай ға the ارم” said the owl.

“What?”

Lopcorn grimaced. “She's in shock. I dunno what happened in there. Their computer core was melted with thermite. It was inevitable that they'd crash into something.”

“Twд¿ zoveel pijn спれm of theるызמֶדִיוּם,” insisted the owl, thrashing and twisting.

“Let's just get back,” I say with confidence and authority, like someone who knows what to do. Lopcorn nods and we go.

There's a mob of 30 skinks and geckos trying to break into my ship with hammers and crowbars.

“Hey!” Lopcorn calls to them. They point machine guns at us.

“Give us your food!” they demand. “We're taking your ship! Come open it!”

Lopcorn put the little owl in my arms and walked toward the reptiles.

“Just shoot him,” one of them ordered. They all opened fire. With an incomprehensible motion, the hare plucked every bullet out the air. The violet sand plumed ten feet high with every step as he darted into their midst, shattering their gun barrels on his knuckles.

“Just get out of here, will ya?” he grumbled. They hissed furiously, and beat a quick retreat, burrowing into the vibrant dust.

This annoyance brushed aside, he got me to unlock the door and ushered us inside.

"You can take off, right?"

"Yes" I say, without getting into a complicated explanation of gravity and the angles of the forces and whatnot. I fire up the thrusters and soon we're punching through the stratosphere.

Our Drywall Owl (Drywowl) is jumping around like a kangaroo. She won't listen to anything we say, but accepts when offered a glass of water. She has a few gulps and the cup slips from her grip. Speedy Lopcorn catches it without spilling a drop, which is maybe the best trick I've seen him do. Drywowl curled up in the corner and cried, and cried, and would not stop crying. I have no idea what to do. I see Lopcorn working through layers of apprehension before he resolves to sit down next to the sobbing lump of feathers. He speaks in a caring, dulcet voice I didn't know he had, asking “What's wrong, what happened?” in ostrilich, fasaa, korean, and english. I contributed as much as I could to this effort, but we couldn't make ourselves understood. Or she was too distraught to answer.

Lop turned to me. “Can you find out where the closest hospital is?”

Ah, something I know how to do. I nod and go to the controls. Running a search through the star chart gives me thirty seconds of “alone” time before I have to start talking again.

“There's a clinic on Rayli Delta, eight hours behind us,” I report. “Unless you wanna cut into Psy Sanctuary, there's-”

At this, Drywowl lurches up and stares straight at me with huge hollow eyes.

“Mu통āя no nസ്റ്റിo no no nò!” she gets right up in my face and screams louder than ever. “They дzlo σαδιsadistischστικός!” Then she drops and starts flopping around like a fish.

“Okay Rayli Delta then.”

I turn the ship around. We're never gonna make it to Clockmarsh with all these detours.

Our bellies are all rumbling so we remove a wafer from its foil and I carefully break it into three equal pieces. I had a half of one yesterday so today's worse. um. The day after tomorrow we will have nothing but drinking water.

I take a nibble and let it slowly dissolve. I'll have another bite in a few minutes. Lopcorn eats his piece in one bite, and Drywowl does it in two. She looks at me and says “бkl bastard söz vъдerତିoxunସ୍ପ"

I just kinda nod. What can ya do, right? She laughs, but quickly reverts to sobbing. I try to think of what would make someone feel better, but I've got nothin. I'm just drained.

“You should stop crying,” I say. I uh don't have any followup to this guidance.

She did not stop crying. She stared at us with big wet eyes full of fear and reproach.

“How much longer is it?” Lopcorn queries.

“7 hours, 57 minutes.”

He couldn't fully suppress a groan. “Do you have any games or anything you could give her?”

“Uh...” I scratch my head. “Gosh. I might. Nothing fancy though. Look in the cupboard.”

We start rummaging around and a minute later he asks, “What is Mostly Mouse: Ghostly House?”

I blush cause it's a stupid thing to have. Also I was supposed to deliver it six years ago. Hasn't even crossed my mind. “It's a board game.”

“Ghostly House – is it scary?” He pulled the box out from the back of the cupboard and eyed Drywowl.

“I think Mostly Mouse is pretty tame.”

“Ookay... Hey Drywowl, we got a game for you. Look at this, it's gonna be good. A Mostly Mouse game. We'll all play.”

#Delivery Lemur

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Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 15

Warning: cussing, some parts are kinda nsft? But no so much so, no probs I think. Slight mention of past trauma.

Ari and Rei was standing before Sofía's door, both kinda annoyed by their big sister's behaviour by now.

- Don't be ridiculous! It's been almost a week! - said Rei and pounded her fist on Sofía's door... again. For the fourth time. - You can't still be mad at us! - no answer came. Rei threw her head back and frowned. - Ugh, Sof, you haven't made anything sweet since monday! If I don't have some cake soon, I might die! Do you want me to die, woman?! - Ari giggled at Rei's sudden selfish outburst. She shood her sister away so she could get to the door.

- Come on, cariña, you love salvaging! And now we can do it in our own home! We don't even have to go out! - said Ari and tapped the door with her fingertips lightly. - Por favor guapa....

- Cut the spanish crap, boo, it won't work! - interrupted Sofi. - You snake-ass bitches shut me up ON PURPOSE, AND you broke the laws of our Sister Code. Which YOU TWO CAME UP WITH, BY THE WAY, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS IT'S FUCKING IMPORTANT!!! - Ari breathed out like a horse and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them, Beetlejuice was there, right before her face, dangling in the air upside down. He flashed a toothy grin at his favorite breather.

- Hi there! - he said in an aroused tone. Ari sighed and scruffed his hair.

- Hello Bug. - the demon did a little half cartwheel in the air, then put his feet down on the ground. He pointed at Sofía's door with his thumb.

- How's it going with the little Drama Queen? She still won't come down from her tower?

- She can't be real dude. - said Rei with a sigh while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

- Sorry for this taking so long. - commented Ari with a light smile. She then turned towards the door and shouted: - SOMEONE'S PEOPLE SKILLS ARE A BIT RUSTY. - Beej leaned back towards the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. He shrugged with a handsign.

- No probs. - he rubbed his palms together. - This gives me a lot more time to fantasize, cause, hey, let's just look at you pretty girls, being all dolled up for me. - he said as he paced up and down on Ari and Rei. Ari wore a light purple dungaree with little bats all over it, a black cropped tshirt and a sparkly bat-shaped leather choker. Her nails were dark purple on both her toes and her hands. Half of her messy brown hair was let loose, the other half was put in a high ponytail on the top of her head with a black sparkly ribbon. Rei had a cropped, oversized, black Harley Davidson shirt on with a pair of cut-out jeans and black fishnets. Her copper-colored hair was free. They both crossed their arms before their chests and did an annoyed little frown. Beej stepped closer to them, held both their chins and lifted their faces up lightly. He summoned two more hands and with one, he caressed Ari's face, while with the other he pulled a lock of red hair out of Rei's face. - I was feeling a little off today, but you've turned me on again! - he released a kinda animalistic, guttural growl out while he pulled the girls a bit closer to him. Then with a lowered voice, he naughtily giggled. Ari tried so hard to tell herself that his gravelly, kinda smokey voice didn't make her knees tremble, but gosh she couldn't do anything about it. Being turned on by a fuckin corpse was so unnatural and was wrong on so many levels but... Gods what could this voice do with me if he whispered something into my ear while being on top of me. - I can't wait to have my own little private space and beat off to the thought of you, babies. - aaaand that snapped Ari out of fantasizing. She pulled her upper lip.

- Ew. - she commented as she shoved Beetlejuice away. He was laughing so hard his hair lit up. He made his extra hands disappear and stack his tongue out at Ari.

- Ya nasty. - said Rei with a pointing finger held up. Beej stack his tongue out at her too. Ari turned to her sister and shrugged with her hands held up.

- Nah he's just a man. - Beej hissed with his snakelike tongue still out and crossed his arms before his chest. Rei turned to Ari as if she haven't seen the demon at all.

- Is he though? When we last asked he said he has mischief in his pants not... - she held her little finger up and wiggled it. Ari burst out with laughter and had to hold her mouth so she wouldn't spit on her sister. Beej raised an eyebrow and bit his lower lip while smiling. He reached for his belt buckle.

- Well, you can check if you want...

The thing that stopped him from removing his pants was Sofía's shouting from the other side of the door.

- Oh that fuckin demon with the attitude problem is there to help you too?!? - BJ sighed as he started redoing his belt.

- Hey, I only called you a melodramatic bitch yesterday cause you're acting like one! - he shook his index finger towards the door. Then shrugged. - And, by the way, I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.

- Plus, he's nice. - commented Ari while looking at the door. Beetlejuice's hair turned into a light pink and neon green mess. He raised his shoulders up to his ears, put his hands in his trousers's pockets, put his weight from one leg to the other and smiled widely. Cute little wrinkles and holes appeared on his chubby face as he did so.

- Awwww, thanks, babes!

- No, he's not! - interrupted Sofi. - You guys forget that even though he does nice things like saving us from burglars and letting us rummage through the stuff in the attic before he makes the stuff we don't need disappear, he's still a demon! A FUCKIN DEMON!!! What if one day he gets bored and hurts us?! - the sisters looked at each other with a certain look. Maybe what she said was somewhat true...

Even though Beetlejuice didn't really understand human emotions yet (Rei told him the other day that it was like living with Sheldon Cooper, even though Beetlejuice didn't have the slightest idea of who that was), he did know what that look meant. The girls had second thoughts. He already realized that Sofía was the most serious one of the sisters, and that she could easily plant ideas into their heads. I can't let her fuck me off by the side of my new BFFFF... I should scare her. That will do the trick. He cleared his throat and held the girls' shoulders. He pulled them away from the door and made a little "I'll handle this" gesture with his hands. He quickly reajusted his thoughts and found his ground, so after a quick second he let a devilish, nasty smile find its way to his face. He stepped closer to the door and held both sides of the doorframe.

- Oh honey, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... - he said in a honeyed tone, then put his head through the door. - ...I would have already done so. - the last part sounded like it came from every possible direction, and had a weird smokey effect to it. His voice also dropped a couple octaves. Ari could hear in his voice that Beetlejuice was flashing an evil smile at her sister.

The girls heard Sofía growl and by the huffing, grab something heavy. Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled his head out of the door just a nanosecond before something crashed against the door. Beej pulled the side of his lips and closed one of his eyes.

- That was an old camera. - Rei took her glasses off and rubbed her temples.

- Dwight you ignorant slut... - BJ threw his head back and growled. Okay time for Plan B. Being nice. Ew.

- Ugh, it's so tragic that someone this sexy as me has to go through this much to have some little privacy! - he growled then sighed and held the doorframe again. He took a deep breath and put his head through the door again.

- Look, Sofía, honey... No STOP, STOP, PUT THE CHAIR DOWN! - the girls heard Beej stop shouting for a second, then breathe out with a little "whew". - Good girl. Okay, see sweetcheeks, the easiest way to get into the attic without a key is to break the door in. - he said in a legitimately sweet tone. He let go of the doorframe and with a little whirl of a hand, a huge axe appeared in his right hand. He put it through the door. - And I'd gladly give this tiny fella to you so you could let some steam outofya.

Beetlejuice stepped back from the door, axe still in his hand. The door creaked and opened up. Sofía was still holding the door handle, a lock of her fluffy hair dangling before her eyes while the rest was pulled together with a tealblue scrunchie. She had comfy kneehigh jeans and a tealblue top with the picture of a maneating siren on. Her nails were mirrorlike and sharp. She huffed the lock out, then stepped closer to the demon and grabbed the axe out of his hand. He answered with a huge shiteating grin. Since Sofía was way taller than Beetlejuice, she easily rose above him and pushed her index finger into his chest. She wrinkled her brows.

- That's a good idea. But I'm still mad at you. - she turned around and pointed at her sisters. - All 3 of you. - Ari rolled her eyes.

- I'll make you the strawberry dress in lavender. - she said. Sofía let her finger down.

- ...kay I'm not that mad anymore. - Rei growled and rolled her eyes with her head thrown back.

- Sof, bloody hell, why are you the way that you are?

The door to the attic was at the end of the hallway, with a couple stairs leading up to it. Beetlejuice floated through the door, saying he's not comfortable next to Sofía while she's holding an axe so he would wait on the other side of the red door. Rei and Ari stopped a few steps behind Sof as well.

Sofía brandished the axe and cut into the door. The wood cracked and a part of the door broke in. The girl swinged the axe again and again, then looked through the hole she created and she shouted:

- HEEERE'S JOHNNY!

The girls woo-hood and smiled at their sister's horror movie reference. Sofía cut into the door a couple times more, creating a hole big enough for them to go through. She put the axe down and stepped into the attic.

The attic was kind of big, but it was full of boxes and random stuff. The 2 windows on the right side of the room were barely visible by the boxes shoved before them. The walls had wooden paneling on them, but that was barely visible because of the shelves as well. The floor had a couple old, hole filled carpets scattered around. And everything was dusty. Not just simply dusty, everything had at least 10 centimeters of dust on it. Mountains of dirt, one might say.

- Wow, it's like nobody came in here since... I dunno, the 90's. - said Rei as she peaked her head through the door. When all 3 of them were in the room, Beetlejuice put his feet down on the ground and unfolded his hands.

- Welcome to my humble hideaway! - he said dramatically, then clapped over his head and the lights turned up. He took a step towards the girls and with that, his shoes got tangled up in a hole in a carpet and he fell back with a loud thud. His fall filled the air with dust particles. The girls all coughed. Sofía looked at Beej and between two coughs, she said:

- I didn't know a bloody demon could be clumsy too.

- The fuck you mean. - answered BJ, still laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling.

- That you fell over.

- I did not! - he said, holding his middle finger up. - I attacked the floor! - Sofía stepped closer with hands folded across her chest and a disbelieving smile.

- ...backwards? - Beetlejuice thought for a minute then a legit lightbulb appeared above his head for a slight second. He pulled a smug grin, fingergunned and winked at the oldest sister.

- I'm skilled.

Sofía rolled her eyes, waved her hand and stepped aside to take a look inside the nearest box. Ari stepped next to Beej and offered him a hand.

- Come now Mister Skilled, you're dirty enough, you don't need to roll around in the dirt as well. - Beetlejuice grabbed her hand and tilted his head sideways. Then flashed an evil, smutty grin. Uh-oh. Ari knew what that smile meant.

Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled Ari down. As soon as the girl fell on his chest, the demon quickly turned them around so Ari would be on her back and he could be right on top of her. Beetlejuice pinned Ari's hands to the ground above her head with a hand and with the other, he held her chin playfully. His green hair had some magenta streaks in it. Ari's heart was racing. Her demon buddy was basically lying on her, and the coldness radiating from his body made Ari tingle. Shit, I was fantasizing about this scenario... Oh wow that's a big dick even without an erection... NO ARI THAT'S WRONG. STOP IT. You might be horny, you slut, I get it, we didn't have any proper action in a year or so, but he's your best friend... Your pervy, always horny best friend who literally just told you, 5 minutes ago, that he's gonna jerk off while picturing you naked... But he's still your very dead best friend, which you haven't had in a long time. That's a point you should consider too... But that devilish smile... And his weight, pushing my body down...

- What you say we get you dirty as well, doll? - whispered Beetlejuice in a definitely horny tone. Ari tried to say something but no words came out of her mouth. Beetlejuice let out a guttural, small laugh... and was instantly stopped by a book hitting his head.

Rei had a couple books in her hands, and was ready to throw another at the demon. She had determination in her eyes. Beetlejuice let Ari's hands go and sat back on her belly to stick his tongue out at Rei. Ari saw the opportunity and immediately started tickling BJ's sides. He fell over, laughing his ass off, screaming at Ari to stop 'cause he's ticklish. A couple neon green, glowing tears rolled off his cheeks. He tried to push Ari away, who only got more dedicated to tickling her undead bestie to his second death by seeing the tears and hearing his screams. Rei facepalmed and growled.

- GET A ROOM, YA TWO! - she shouted. Beej was finally able to grab Ari's hands and stop her. He flashed a devilish smile as his hair turned neon green completely and he summoned 2 extra limbs to tickle Ari back. But as soon as he reached for the girl's uncovered sides (her croptop left her sides naked), her eyes flinched and she pulled her legs to her chest. Beetlejuice saw the uncomfortability in her eyes instantly. He quickly let go and jumped to his feet. Even though he was a demon, a kind of pain in the ass, he didn't want to scare Ari. Not like this, at least. A good old jumpscare is fine, but scarring your best friend is a douchebag move. He knew, he was still kinda pissed at his last best friend-o for literally scarring him.

Plus, Rei made him promise that he'll be a nice emotional support demon boy.

- Am I overstepping my boundaries? - Ari kinda shook her head but Beej raised an eyebrow at her. To which Ari sighed. She did the "más o menos" handsign. Beej offered her a hand. - Alright, no belly touching thingie then. Imma keep my hands to myself, sugar. - he pulled Ari to her feet, but before letting her hand go, he pulled her closer with a smutty grin. - At least for now. - Ari playfully scruffed BJ's hair with a giggle and pushed him away.

The weird and unusual group quickly got to work. They made some space on the floor and put several boxes down. Of course, Beetlejuice didn't help (lazy bum), he was just floating around and made quirky and pervy comments. And made the girls laugh. God that made him feel all tingly inside. A couple strikes in his hair even turned orange, he was so proud of himself, because, you know, being scared of is one thing but making someone laugh their asses off is even better.

The girls got little pillows to sit on from the living room. On their way back up their pets accompanied them. As soon as Minerva spotted a box, she ran straight past the demon she hated oh so much and jumped into her new favorite resting place on earth. She got comfortable very quickly and fell asleep while purring loudly. Sirius sniffed around the place. The black dog quickly turned brownish grey as he went through the attic. Rei shook her head and established that during the afternoon Sirius will take a bath, doesn't matter if he'd like that or not. Ari snorted when Beetlejuice flinched and made a disgusted face at the idea of a bath.

As soon as the sisters sat down into a cozy little circle on the floor, BJ snapped, disappeared, then a couple seconds later reappeared with a green puff of smoke next to Ari. He was holding a bunch of sweets and snacks, like gummy worms, Sugus, a bag of Boca Bits, Lay's Gourmets and Reese's packs. He sat down sideways next to his friendo with outstretched legs, then layed down and put his head in Ari's lap.

Ari was always a very touchy-feely, passionate, sentimental person. She never thought much of hugs, kisses, sweet embraces or just genuinely touching someone; these actions felt nice and natural for her. She turned out to be like this because of two reasons: one, she grew up in a household where hugs and words of affection were constant. Two, spaniards are naturally passionate and rather handsy. It's basically embedded in their heritage. Although, as one might guess, for a short period of time she was nothing like this. She got uncomfortable when someone wanted to touch her abdomen or sides while hugging, she couldn't let anyone near her in an intimate way and such tings. She hated that period of time in her life, but she considered herself lucky that she had help when she needed it, and slowly but surely she could return to her old self. She still had some issues, but she was working on them.

So knowing how she was, she didn't think much of BJ snuggling up to her; she already got used to how touch-starved her new undead best friend was. She also noticed that he was basically addicted to body heat. Anytime Ari hugged him - which, he honestly still didn't really understand why she did - at first he was startled, he didn't know what to do, he was just standing in one place and didn't move at all, but as soon as the girl tried to let him go he quickly wrapped a couple arms around her and held her close for long long minutes. He really liked that Ari didn't wear any shoes in the house, so he was even taller than her then normally. This way he could rest his chin upon her head... And smell her. I know. Creepy. Ari didn't notice though. What she did notice was his stench and how he almost choked her to death yesterday when he got too wound up in their hug. I'll make him take a bath even if he kills me, she thought.

She was telling herself that she hugged him so many times because she knew (based on the things that BJ told him about his past and mother already, even though it wasn't much) that he needed comfort and hugging did the thing... But to be honest, she hugged him and let him be all touchy-feely with her because it just felt nice. She didn't feel any discomfort when he touched her. It felt like they've known each other for ages. Plus, he was cute and soft as a plushie. And stinky. Very stinky. She pulled her nose into wrinkles.

- Bug, I adore your charm and everything, but honey if you'd be a fairy, you'd be called Stinkerbelle. - Beetlejuice looked up with glowing eyes. Literally.

- Awww thanks babe! - Ari shook her head.

- That... That was NOT a compliment. That was so not a compliment. - BJ crossed his arms before his chest and threw his stripey, forked tongue out at Ari. Ari clicked her tongue. - Come on, you ARE stinky as hell hombre! You wouldn't die by taking... - Beej stopped Ari by showing a handful of gummy worms into her mouth. She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her forehead angrily at the demon. He just smiled and threw his tongue out again.

Ari, just like her sisters, reached for a box and started going through it. They showed everything they found to each other so they could sort every little thing out: there was an empty box for stuff they needed, there was a dump for stuff they wanted to disappear, and there was an empty box for BJ. Ari reached into the box and shook her head.

- There's only a bunch of unfinished projects in here, guys. Let's see. - she lifted some very thick books out. - Books on computers... - she reached into the box again. - A "spin-your-own-yarn" kit? Home-brewed kombucha?

- Ew that most of the times tastes like an armpit. - commented Rei. Ari put everything that she lifted out on the dump and while reaching into the box again, she looked at her undead pal laying in her lap, shoving Boca Bits into his mouth.

- Tell me Beej, who left all this stuff here? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the previous owners cause, hey, they couldn't climb the stairs. - Beetlejuice shrugged.

- Adam and Babs. - he said with a full mouth. - Owners in the late eighties. Middleclass, suburban and white... A boring but very sexy couple. - Sof chuckled. Beej's bright green hair started turning a little purple. The girls already knew that purple meant sadness. He looked down at his stripey jacket and started playing with his buttons. His face turned all foggy. Literally. Ari stroked his forehead.

- What's the matter B? Did I say something wrong? - he shrugged again.

- Nothing, just... - he turned his head and looked at Rei. He started snapping, like he was trying to say something but didn't find the word. - Sugar, what's that feeling you feel when someone leaves you and you still wish for them to come back cause you... You know... What's that word? - Rei raised her eyebrows.

- Miss them? - Beej pointed at her with enthusiastic eyes and snapped again.

- YES! THAT'S THE ONE! - he looked back up at Ari, still being a little purple. - Yeah, I kinda miss them. They were fun folks... - his eyes wandered to the object Ari was holding. He gasped as his hair turned back to green, like his sadness was blown away by that black and white little object. He quickly snapped the thing out of the girl's hands. - AWWW THAT'S MY UKULELE! - he sat up and hugged the instrument. - I've been looking for this for years! - Sof smiled at the demon's genuinely happy reaction. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...

- I didn’t know you were such a musical guy. - she said. Beej quickly snapped and reappeared before her. He pinched her cheek.

- Sweetcheeks, I'm the ghost with the most, name one thing I'm not.

- Helpful when it comes to moving boxes. - she said without hesitation. BJ rolled his eyes. Sof pushed him away by his head, which caused the demon to fall back on his backside. He threw his hands up in the air, still holding the ukulele.

- Come on, you can't blame a guy for loving to watch those sweet litle rumps of yours swingin' around! - he said, looked up at Ari and winked.

The next second, he was laying in Ari's lap again. He started tuning the ukulele while humming and gently singing.

- 🎶The Barbara you marriiiiied, she is dead and burieeed six feet below-uow-ouw... Ouw-ouw-ouw~~~🎶

- What's this song? - asked Ari as she put a fancylooking porcelain butterfly aside. Beej shrugged. He didn't even look up from the instrument.

- Oh nothing, just a little somethin'-somethin' that I can't get out of my head. - he played a couple notes on the ukulele, then did a proud little fistbump. - Yessss, works like a new one!

The girls got rid of a couple stuff, they emptied like a box when Rei called out to Beej.

- Hey, scruffyhead, could you play something for us? - an enthusiastic, shy light glistened through the demon's eyes. He tried to cover his happiness with a macho shrug.

- Sure, why not. - he sat up from Ari's lap and positioned himself in criss-cross-applesauce while leaning against Ari's shoulder. - Here goes nothin'. - he cleared his throat and started singing while playing his little instrument. - 🎶You're...🎶 - the girls all got wide-eyed at the clear voice that left the demon's lips. It even sounded somewhat humanlike? - 🎶You're gonna be fiiine... On the other siiiide...🎶 DIE! - he shouted suddenly in his normal, gravelly voice. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! - he pointed at the girls with the neck of his ukulele. Gosh he seemed crazy. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! 🎶I'll...🎶 - he changed back to the sing-song voice again, leaving a comedic impression behind, making Ari and Sofía cackle. - 🎶I'll be your guiiiide... To the other siiiiiide...🎶

- AWMYGOSH YOU HAVE A LITTLE BEERGUT! - interrupted Rei. She cupped her face with her hands, awed at her discovery.

- Wah... - said the demon while pulling one side of his upper lip into a grimace. Rei clapped little claps.

- I knew my eyes weren't lying! You have a dadbod! That's so sweet! Your beergut is so cute! - Beetlejuice quickly stood up with arms crossed before his chest, angry red streaks appearing in his greenish-purpleish hair.

- Shut the fuck up, I don't have a beer gut. - he said and held a finger up at Rei. Ari smiled at how sassy he looked. - I have a protective covering for my rock hard abs. - Ari still smiled but something started bugging her. Her friend kind of looked... Wounded? Self-conscious? - Plus, I look pretty fuckin good for a dead bitch, just so you know. - and with that last sentence it was clear for her. Not just the tone, his hair told on him as well. It had an angry red glow to it, but it was mostly purple and blue, just like his stubble. She guessed it might meant that Rei touched a sensitive subject. The girl tugged on the demon's pants, which made him look down. His eyes told Ari she was right. She flashed a humble smile at the demon.

- You really do, Mr. Devilishly Handsome. - and boom, the red glow disappeared. Beetlejuice looked startled. What did she say?!?, thought BJ.

Ari took a quick glance at her sisters. They knew what that look meant. Time to make someone feel good about themselves. That's what their mothers taught them. Rei blinked at the demon with glistening eyes.

- You look very fine! - Wait what the fuck is happening., thought Beetlejuice again. His hair started to change. It got a lot lighter.

- You really do. - said Sofía without even looking up from the box she was going through. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SERIOUSLY?!?, thought Beetlejuice, now kinda panicking. A light pink streak appeared in his hair, and his stubble almost entirely turned pink at this point. Ari cleared her throat. Sofía looked up and pointed at the demon with a light sigh. - Look homeboy, I still have second thoughts about you, but it's a fact that you're a fine specimen. And it's coming from a chick who's into girls. - Beetlejuice leaned closer to the oldest sister with a toothy grin. Of course he had to cope with humour.

- Aww so I don't have a chance with ya? - Sofía raised an eyebrow.

- I'll seriously punch you in the face bro. - the demon laughed. Hah, cringey situation avoided.

- Seriously though, we love all body types in this household. - commented Rei. - And yours is very cute and fluffy. - NOPE NOT AVERTED, TIME TO DISAPPEAR, he thought as he started making smoke. - I understand now why Ari hugs you so many times. - that startled him. He looked down on the floor in embarassment, being unable to disappear he was so happy deep down in his little undead heart. He was never genuinely complimented. And these girls made him feel so nice...

- Oh calláte... - said Ari in a tiny voice as she looked down as well. Good thing BJ haven't seen her face was red as a tomato. Rei ponted at BJ with a gasp.

- AWMYGOSH YOUR HAIR! THAT'S SO CUUUUUTE! - Beetlejuice put his hands, all 4 of them on his totally pink hair.

- S...stop... This is so embarrassing! - he cried out. - You make me cringe at this mortal human bullsh... - he couldn't finish the sentence because Ari launched herself at his neck, pulling him down to a tight awkward hug. - Wha... No! - he said in an embarassed tone right after Rei scooted over with a giggle and hugged his knees. - NO STOP! - Sofía scooted over as well and ruffled his hair in a siblinglike way. - STOP! I HATE YOU ALL!!! - he shouted while trying to get away. But there was no escape from the girls' embrace who were all laughing at the suffering, pink demon at this point.

- Shut up, you like it! - said Ari right before she placed a sloppy kiss on the demon's face. He answered only with a shy smile and a certain pink glow to his body hair.

You can't imagine how much I do.

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Finding Family

"Family is not an important thing.

It's everything."

"I've never seen anything like it before in my life. They have this wall and it's all concrete, and then the crops and live stock! everything is so meticulously organized, their armory is stocked in ways you couldn't even imagine." Rick rambled, ducking beneath a low hanging branch as the rest of the group followed behind. They'd been on the road for over 11 hours when Rick had finally instructed them all to pull over through the walkie.

It was nearing close to another hour since they had all started walking through the poorly shaded woods, the Atlanta sun burning their skin and stray walkers hiding in the brush. Daryl had never seen this part of Atlanta before and he couldn't help but be impressed with how well this supposed "miracle community" was hidden.

"If I hear bout' this damn Georgetown one more time, I'm throwin' him all the way there." Merle grumbled from beside him, cutting down the far too tall grass with the chiseled saw he called a hand.

"Just keep ya mouth shut and keep ya eyes on the path." Daryl hissed at his brother, moving to walk a few feet ahead. Their relationship was beyond strained and some days it was worse than others, there was a deep seeded resentment amongst the two brothers, most days Daryl couldn't even look Merle in the eyes.

Everyone knew the reason why.

"Are we almost there?" Glenn panted, leaning into the hand Maggie was massaging his achey neck with.

"Almost." Rick promised.

"They gonna see us comin'? Ain't gonna attack or nothin'?" Daryl fell into step with Rick.

"No. They seem to be good people, they know I'm bringing my people to talk. I've only spoken to their leader Charlie and a few of the residents, it was Charlie's idea to bring you all for a visit. He wants to see the type of People Alexandria produces." Rick explained.

"So best behavior folks!" Abraham chuckled and slapped Eugene on the shoulder sending the mulleted man stumbling into Carol and Michonnes backs.

Carol whipped around and raised a brow at Eugene, Michonne laughed as the socially awkward man scrambled back to Abraham's side with wide, frightened eyes.

Almost half an hour later the sounds of muffled voices broke through the silence of the woods, Rick hadn't been lying , the concrete wall that blocked the community from the outside wall was incredible and large and so tall there it seemed to tower over even the tallest oak tree lining the woods.

"Holy shit." Jesus stopped abruptly, his jaw practically on the floor as he stared up at the dark grey, smooth concrete slab.

"That's unbelievable." Carol whispered

"Carl's going to be so mad he missed this." Michonne added

"Rosita too." Sasha stepped forward and pressed her hand against the wall tugging Tyreese alongside it.

Merle elbowed Daryl in the ribs and grinned

"Looks like that old burned down factory we used to store our huntin stuff in' with the cracked concrete and tall ass walls."

"Yeah. S'also where you started sellin' the meth and damn near got me killed by a tweaker." Daryl mumbled, dodging another elbow from Merle.

Wasn't that always how it was? Every good thing daryl had ever had was tainted by Merle's reckless and stupid behavior. It was that way then and it hadn't changed, it never would.

The heavy welded doors opened slowly in front of all of them and out stepped an older man who was so tall even Tyreese had to look up to catch his eyes.

"Hello Alexandria, I'm so happy you all could make it. The ride here was smooth I assume? No trouble?"

Rick stepped forward, extending his hand to the stranger and grinning.

"No trouble at all. Thank you again for giving us the opportunity to say our piece, and Thank-you for giving my people a chance. I know how difficult it is to trust someone you hardly know, especially in this world."

Rick would have been one hell of a politician if the world hadn't gone to shit, it was amazing to see the easy way he talked to anyone and everyone never giving away even a piece of himself.

"Well of course, of course. Come on in then, you never know what's lurking in these woods." The man Daryl assumed was Charlie ushered them all inside the walls of the community, signaling to a group of men on top of the walls to close the doors.

It wasn't real.

There was absolutely no way something as prospering and lively and god damn beautiful could exist in the world they lived in now. Behind the walls of Georgetown was row after row of blooming and blossoming crops, farm animals grazed behind fenced fields, families tended to the fields and satellite panels stood tall on poles surrounding the beautifully kept homes. There were children playing and mothers knitting on porches, men were lugging lumber though the sidewalks and someone to Daryl's left was patching up the roof of a tiny yellow cottage.

"I told you." Rick whispered in his ear "I've never seen anything like it."

Neither had Daryl, not in this life or his last.

It felt welcoming and clean and homey..

It felt safe.

Maggie was the first to speak

"This place is beautiful, it's like a different world. I can't believe how much food y'all have! And the protection from the barriers and fences.. it's truly amazing."

Charlie smiled proudly

"Yes, we've worked very hard to achieve all that we have. But Rick tells me you've all worked hard as well. I'd heard of the saviors from passing travelers, fortunately we never encountered any at Georgetown. We're far too hidden to be found, of course we do have a plan of action in place should the time come we're threatened." His tone held a hint of a warning and Daryl felt Merle shift uncomfortably beside him, he got all fidgety when the saviors were mentioned. Daryl just got nauseous.

"You said we'd be able to meet more of your people? Not that I'm in any place to rush you but clearly we can see how well this place is run and I think we're all curious as to who's behind it." Rick smiled brightly and nudged Michonne until she was smiling just as wide.. albeit a bit more awkwardly.

"Well to be fair every single person who lives within the walls of our community is responsible for the progress and safety of our home. But if you mean my counsel, let me introduce you." The taller man pulled a walkie from his utility belt

"Hey team, meet in the corridor. Emergency meeting."

A chorus of jumbled

"Okay... got it.. be there in a sec."

sounded through the device.

"I haven't told them I was bringing you in, they would all be too anxious. They're going to be the deciding factors on whether I agree to the trade so I feel it's important they look at this with fresh eyes. It's better they don't have time to think on it." Charlie winked.

"I was in the shower. Someone better be dead."

A petite woman with short hair and tattooed arms came sprinting down the steps of the large white building that Daryl and his group were standing in front of. She was beautiful but the way her eyes landed on Michonne and lingered for just a moment too long made it fairly obvious she would not be interested in Rick, Daryl, Merle or anyone of that particular gender.

"You were in the shower? I was in dreamland. I was out all night scoping for walkers, you said I could sleep in." A mammoth sized man with a scarred face and dark blue eyes followed the smaller woman, trailing after her and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Charlie chuckled and shook his head

"These are a few of the people I wanted you to meet. They've come looking to trade with us, I wanted them to come by and meet you before we get into any details." He explained.

The tattooed woman reached a hand out to Michonne and the huge blue eyed man instantly reached for a high five from Rick

"I'm Tucker and that's Ruby. I run construction and head most of the supply runs, Ruby runs the armory she knows everything there is to know about guns so if you guys think you can ever get one over on her you're sorely mistaken." Tucker's laugh filled the air before he clapped a hand onto Glenn's shoulder nearly drilling him to the ground with the force of his grip. Merle snorted and Daryl had to fight to keep the smile off of his face.

"Aidan is tied up in the kitchen right now, he's got to get lunch out before we hit the road for our next run. He said he'd come by after."

Charlie nodded in understanding before turning towards The front doors of the white building again

"Where's Lil, I thought I heard her say..."

"I'm here! Sorry I got stuck with stitches on an eight year old not fun at a.."

Daryl's head snapped forward at that voice, he knew that voice, could pick it out of a million people. He never thought he would hear it again.. he never thought....

"LiliAnna?!?" Maggie practically squealed, dropping her weapons and running towards the blonde currently staring slack jawed at the group standing in front of her.

"Maggie?" She choked, falling back onto the steps of the stairs as the short haired brunette tackled her to the ground, squeezing her tight and rambling in her ear.

"I can't believe it's you! It's been almost two years! Look at you! You look amazing! I've missed you so much!" She babbled, tears leaking from her eyes as she held tight to her former best friend.

"I've missed you too." LiliAnna whispered, cupping Maggie's face and dropping her forehead to hers. When Maggie finally stepped away Rick was there to take her place, wrapping his arms around LiliAnna and smiling

"I had no idea you lived here? I've been back and forth for the past few weeks and I haven't seen you once." He pulled away and gave her a once over for injuries, Daryl had seen him do it countless times and it made his heart ache to see the familiarity playing out right before his eyes.

"I run Medical here, I'm The head nurse and we had a bit of an accident on our last run. I've been tending to the injured all month trying to get them back on their feet.. not to mention how busy I am typically." LiliAnna smiled softly before squeezing ricks hand and turning to greet the rest of the group, lingering a little longer on carol and wiping the older woman's tears with the sleeve of her jacket, they had always had a special bond.

"I feel like I'm missing something here." Ruby scratched her head.

"Ditto." Tucker shrugged, smiling at all of the happy faces "doesn't matter much though, look how happy they are. Can't bottle that up."

LiliAnna hugged Abraham one last time before finally turning towards Daryl.

"Daryl Dixon." She smiled softly, her eyes slightly misty with tears.

"Lili." He breathed, the name coming out no louder than a whisper. She looked beautiful, if possible even more so than he had ever seen her. Her long blonde hair was left loose at her shoulders, sky blue eyes big and bright on her sun kissed face. She was still too skinny, she always forgot to eat and it drove Daryl crazy, she was always too busy looking out for everyone else she often forgot about herself. But still she was beautiful, perfect. Except for..

There was a jagged light pink scar that stretched from the temple of her right eye all the way down to the corner of her top lip and when she walked towards him she walked with a limp, it wasn't all that noticeable but Daryl could see it, he'd memorized it as she walked away two years ago.

"Didn't think I'd ever see ya face again." He swallowed.

"Didn't think you would either." She answered honestly, her eyes were just as warm and beautiful as he remembered and her skin looked just as soft, he reached a hand out to touch her cheek when suddenly the shadow of a figure covered his back.

Almost as if she had been burned Lili flinched away, eyes casting over Daryl's shoulder and narrowing dangerously before she stumbled backwards and away from him. Daryl whipped around to see Merle standing directly behind him, eyes wide and apologetic when He noticed Daryl's hand still raised.

"Sorry little brother.. I didn't think."

"Ya never think." Daryl growled, harshly turning away from the man who had single handedly destroyed his happiness more times than he could count.

"LiliAnna! We gotta show you something."

Someone was coming towards them from a few feet away. Daryl couldn't make out the face yet but the voice sounded strangely familiar.

"That's D." Charlie explained "he's part of our combat group.. teaches our residents how to defend themselves."

D...

Dwight.

Sure enough the mangled man came rushing forward, a child in his arms with wild blonde curls and bright blue eyes, a huge smile on the child's face.. the kid couldn't be older than a year and he looked nothing like Dwight.. actually he looked more like..

"Mama!"

Mama? Did that mean..

"Hi sweet boy! How was your nap? Did Uncle D keep you up again?" LiliAnna reached for the baby in Dwight's arms and cradled him to her chest pressing sloppy kisses all over his cheek while he giggled and squirmed.

"You have a baby?" Michonne let the severe sharpness of her features lessen for just a moment as she stared at the mother and her child.

"I do. His names Greyson and he just tuned one." She smiled proudly.

"Oh my god Hershel Jr. just found himself a new best friend." Maggie tugged in Glenn's sleeve in excitement and even the lanky Korean couldn't keep the smile off of his face. LiliAnnas eyes softened immediately and she grinned

"It was a boy?" She asked Maggie.

"It sure was.. just like your little angel." Maggie moved forward to squeeze the chubby little ones cheeks. Rick was talking to Charlie and the rest of the group was either admiring Greyson or asking Ruby and Tucker questions.

"You see it don't you?" Merle asked from his space beside Daryl.

"See what?" Daryl refused to take his eyes off of the baby in LiliAnnas arms.

"Those are mamas eyes." Merle chuckled making Daryl snap his head towards his older brother.

"What?"

Merle shook his head at his brothers obliviousness

"That boys a Dixon through and through."

Dwight's body stiffened at the sound of Merle's voice, he whipped around and drew his gun the instant his eyes caught sight of Merle.

"Woah!" Ruby shouted

Everyone turned towards the commotion and Charlie rushed towards Dwight

"D, what are you doing.. these people are our guests.. you can't just pull your.."

"Guests?!" Dwight scoffed "why the hell is he in our camp?! Why would you let him in here!"

LiliAnna handed Greyson off to Maggie and moved to stand beside Dwight, placing her hand in his arm she spoke quickly

"It's okay.. I'm okay. It's fine Dwight, put the gun down"

"Are they here to do business? They want to trade? Fat chance!" Dwight kept his gun trained on Merle but spoke directly to Charlie "you cannot let these people in here, you cannot do business with them. They took in that.. that monster." His hands were shaking around the trigger of his rifle and Daryl couldn't move, his feet frozen to the spot. Merle seemed to be in the same position because he hadn't even drawn his gun yet.

"What did he do? What's going on LiliAnna?" Tucker came to stand behind Dwight as back up and Ruby soon followed, her hands tight on her pistol.

"He.. it was the past.." She whispered, her eyes darting to her son behind her.

Suddenly images flooded Daryl's brain.

Dwight carrying a nearly lifeless Lili through the smoke and ash, her face so bruised and bloody it was almost unrecognizable.

The screaming. Her cries of pain and desperation as Hershel attempted to stitch her up and set her bones.

Her wide, terrified eyes when she looked up at him from the cot as Hershel relocated her shoulder

"Merle." She had croaked "it was Merle."

"I'll tell you what happened." Dwight growled, the click of his trigger sounding through the almost silent air "that bastard beat Lil to death and made me watch. She survived because she's stronger than all of us but he was trying to kill her... slowly.. he wanted her to feel it."

Daryls eyes met Lilis from across the field.

She looked him dead in the eye for just a moment before she raced over to Maggie, scooped up Greyson and rushed back up the stairs to the big building.

Charlie cleared his throat and placed a hand on Dwight's raised Gun.

"It looks like we may have more to discuss."

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