#please give me susan x reader i beg of you

[goreisim]

I would like to formally request fanfiction for Susan Woodings x reader

I need something to fuel my love for a fictional character

#twf #walten files #susan woodings #the walten files #susan woodings x reader #please give me susan x reader i beg of you

[promptthebear]

🐰 Edmund Pevensie #14 please

Edmund Pevensie x Reader- "Please, tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

Part 1/2 <- ***UP NOW!!!!***

Summary: Soulmate AU. Set during the "Golden Age", Edmund thinks he's doomed to be alone for the rest of his life. Until his fated match appears in the most unlikely of places. 2nd person, reader is written as "you"

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I've been go so long. Part two for this is literally being written right now and will hopefully be up very soon. I just thought I should give y'all SOMETHING to end the dry spell. Enjoy!

TW: None that I know of, but please message me if you need something tagged.

Rain was falling in sheets outside his study window, and the sound of the drops against the panes had soothed Edmund into a light doze. It was late, most likely past midnight, and his candles had burned down to almost stubs in their holders. He’d been reading for hours, lost in tomes of Narnian history and retrospects on ancient magic traditions. As fascinated as he’d been, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes from growing heavy, and the blue velvet chair felt almost like a lover’s embrace.

Not that Edmund would have any idea what that actually felt like, though he could muster up a pretty good guess. Over the years, he’d watched his brothers and sisters find partners, wed, and have children of their own. Even little Lucy had been married last summer, leaving Edmund as the last bachelor among the family. That was one of the many reasons he’d been taking solace in his study over the last few weeks. He was plenty used to being alone, but there were only so many nights in a cold bed one could take before it started driving him a little mad.

Another man may have sought out comfort in the village pubs, but the idea of a hot, stuffy room and the press of drunken, sweaty bodies held about as much appeal to Edmund as driving straws under his fingernails. So, instead, he filled his waking hours in the company of books, often choosing to fall asleep among them than make the long, solitary walk back to his dark and empty chambers. This would be the third night in a row he’d spend here, and regardless of how Susan chided him that sleeping in his chair would ruin his back, Edmund also knew it wouldn’t be the last either.

A sudden, sharp rap at the door startled the young king from his near stupor. With a snort and a grumble, he rose from his chair, rubbing at his stiff muscles and silently cursing whoever chose to disturb him at this hour.

The hallway felt far too bright after the dim, golden light in the library, and for a moment after he opened the door, Edmund stood there, dazzled and blinking away stars from his eyes. When his vision cleared, he found himself staring into the face of one of the city guards. The young man seemed nervous, shifting from side to side and not quite able to meet Edmund’s gaze. Aside from the familiar uniform, the young man was little more than a stranger to him, and Edmund wondered why the captain would have sent someone so young to speak with one of the high kings.

“Your majesty. I beg forgiveness at the disturbance, would this matter have waited until morning I assure you I would not be here now.”

His voice betrayed his age, confirming Edmund’s suspicions that he was a new recruit, barely older than sixteen and almost twelve years his junior.

“Speak your piece and be on your way,” he replied, running a hand over his face to try and clear away any drowsiness that still clung on “It is far too late for either of us to be away from our beds”

The guard jumped at the sound of Edmund’s voice, and did some sort of half nod, half bow that made him look like a fish jerking around in a net.

“Again, my most sincere apologies your majesty. Once more, if it were not for the urgency of the situation I would not have caused you upset. My captain insisted that you be spoken with directly and that this message reach no ears but your own. I tried to tell him you’d be abed by now but-”

“Out with it, lad. The longer you speak, the longer the hour grows and the more weary I become.”

The edge to his words almost made Edmund wince. He hadn’t meant to be so sharp with the boy, but Susan had been right. Spending nights in his chair had made him incredibly sore, and had kept him from having a decent rest for far too long. The combination of both was not providing him with an overabundance of courtesy.

“We caught a pick pocket, your majesty. In the market, earlier this evening.”

Edmund reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying desperately to ease the throbbing that was starting to grow behind his eyes.

“Please, tell me this is not why you woke me up.”

Yes, Edmund acted as the King’s Justice and presided over all cases brought into court, even trifling ones like pick-pocketing. However, as far as he could tell, there was no reason something that simple would bring a guard to his door in the middle of the night.

“It is, your majesty”

“And? Have you all suddenly forgotten how to do your jobs? The thief can spend the night in lockup with your other petty criminals, and I’ll be there to preside over their trial in the morning. If that’s all you came to tell me, then I suggest you be on your way before I take it upon myself to serve you with a demerit and suspend you from service for the next week.”

The door was halfway closed when the young guard’s boot wedged itself between the door and the wall. Edmund stared down at it for a moment, trying to process the sheer gall of this otherwise seemingly placid young man. Nobody, in his recent memory, had ever kept him from closing a door when he wished. If he wasn’t contemplating sending this man to scrub out the barracks privvies for the rest of his natural life, he almost would’ve been impressed at his tenacity.

“Alright, that does it, I’m giving you until the count of three to get out of my sight and if you aren’t gone by two then so help me-”

“She has the mark, your Majesty”

It felt as though someone had just dumped a bucket of freezing water upon Edmund’s head. For a moment he stood, still as a statue while his mind raced at frantic speeds to try and make sense of what he was hearing. The lad had to be joking, there simply was no other explanation. This was all part of an elaborate prank someone was pulling on him, like Peter maybe, and Edmund would walk all the way down to the dungeons only to find a sow or donkey painted with a mark that matched his own rather than the girl he’d been promised.

He opened his mouth to tell the young guard he was a liar, along with a few other choice phrases, only to find his voice had left him. What was the worst that could happen, if he followed this boy? Experience told Edmund that he could end up being the kingdom laughingstock the next morning, but what of it? Most of his subjects, noble and common alike, either ridiculed him behind closed doors or pitied him to his face, which was somehow worse. The Lonely King, they called him. A solitary man in a world where everyone was fated to find their perfect match at some point or another. Would a lifetime of isolation be truly worth avoiding a few moments of ridicule?

The carved animals in the wooden door stared blankly back at Edmund, and though the flickering candlelight made their faces seem to dance and move among the shadows, they had no more answers for him than the young King had for himself. With a sigh, he clasped the edge of the door and pulled it open. It creaked loudly, a sound made louder still by the otherwise hushed air in the sleeping castle. The young guard waiting beyond started at the noise, and took a step back towards the far wall as though he expected Edmund to leap out and bite him.

Now standing in the full light of the hall, Edmund saw in earnest how young the guard really was. He may have been a youth of sixteen, but he had the face of a twelve or eleven year old, making him look like a squire rather than the soldier he was. A light dusting of fuzz across the boy’s cheeks, a hint of a beard, was the only thing to suggest he was near manhood and it made Edmund feel all the more guilty for being so hard on him.

“Come on,” he said, clapping a friendly hand down on the guard’s soldier as he moved past him “Let’s get this over with.”

#easter askbox event #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x you #edmund pevensie #narnia fic #narnia imagines

[the-froschamethyst4]

I Live for the Chase

➤Day 5

𖤐Pairing: Wolf! Alejandro x Bunny! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, chasing, language, P in V, mentions of blood and gore, aggressive behavior, simi-public, biting, teasing, dirty talking, slight choking, eating out, fingering, a bit emotional at the end

𖤐Summary: Y/n is an innocent bunny who always goes to the forest to collect wildflowers to make flower arrangements but what happens when she gets caught by a large wolf

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In a local bunny village, bunnies alike farmed their carrots and getting ready to head the flea market to sell their crops. This bunny village was mainly known for its carrots.

A cute bunny girl Y/n came walking out of her home, she was heading to the forest, she goes to this forest to collect wildflowers to make flower arrangements to sell at the flea market.

Her parents sold carrots, and she sells wildflower arrangements. She picks windflowers, black-eyed Susans, butterfly weeds, common yarrow, yellow monkeyflowers, rose vervain and common sunflowers. She would collect around 25 to 30 each to make as many arrangements as she could.

She smelled a common yarrow, loving the scent of it. But what poor little Y/n didn't know is that she is being stalked by a big hungry wolf, who was blending in the bushes just a few feet behind her.

She stood up and turned at the bushes the wolf was in a saw pretty purple flowers. She smiled and bent down in front of the bush and picked them.

The wolf saw red in his vision. He jumped out from the bush and pinned Y/n to the ground, she struggled against his body, trying to use her legs to push him off her.

"HELP! HELP! PLEASE! LET ME GO!!" She begs.

He licks his sharp teeth, and brought his fangs close to her neck. Her small white bunny ears fell down.

"Please, please, don't eat me, Mr.Wolf," his forehead fell to her shoulder.

"Mr.Wolf, seriously?" He said, looking back into her eyes.

"What? You usually like that," she teased him, wrapping her arms around her neck.

The wolf picks Y/n up, her legs wrapped around his waist. He licks his teeth again before attaching his lips to her neck and gently sucking on her neck.

"I have to go make my arrangements, Alejandro."

"I know but...why not some fun?" Her eyes widened; she knew what 'some fun' meant.

"No, Alejandro, I'm so tired, I can't run from you," she said as he placed her back on the ground.

"Just enough to get your blood pumping, mi amor, your heart beating will give you away, and I'll find you quickly, and it'll be done and over with, come on..." he said.

"No, I don't want to," she whines.

"I'll give you a 5-minute head start."

"Alejandro-"

"Go," he said. Y/n pouts and looked at the way she was going to run, and Alejandro stared down at her.

She bolted deeper into the forest and pushed past the tree limbs; she saw where there was a wall of thorns blocking her way. She went another way to the river and ran through it.

She saw a cave in ducked into for a little bit. She heard rustling in the bushes just outside the cave. She knew it was Alejandro. She stayed quiet as she watched outside the cave seeing Alejandro walk by.

She listened to the bushes start moving far away. She popped her head out of the cave and looked around.

"Really this is the best you got, bunny?" She heard Alejandro just above the cave, he jumped off the caves roof and Y/n started to run again but Alejandro on her tail.

She ducked through the bushes trying to lose him, but he was quicker and has done this way too many times to know her patterns of movement.

She tried to lose him and then she felt her tail get grabbed making her stop.

"OW!" She stopped and turned to him. He picks her up and slams her back against a nearby tree.

"Sorry, but it was the only thing to get you to stop," he said as his lips attached to her neck again, she could feel his sharp fangs just scrap against her neck making her wince.

"A-Alejandro," she moans.

"Come on now," he flashed his fangs and attacked her neck, biting at her neck definitely leaving some puncture wounds. Blood trickled down her neck and he licked it from her neck.

He has bite her before, and has left marks and blood, she was almost use to it in a way. His nails slightly dug into her hips leaving marks behind but no blood.

"A-Alejandro, please, I-I need t-to go make m-my arrangements," she whines.

"Those can wait."

"N-No, please e-expect me to b-be there and s-sell m-my arrangements," she moans.

He starts to now start tearing off her cute little dress. She whines when she felt cold air hit her bare skin. She pushed against Alejandro's hand as a way to get him to stop, but he didn't, he grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her side.

"Don't you fucking dare," he growls.

"P-Please," she cries.

He smirks hearing her cries. He bit her neck again and moved her from the tree on the dirty ground. Her knees were covered in dirt now, her hands covered in dirt now. Her dress was ripped and had mud on the fabric of it now.

Alejandro didn't care that she was getting dirty, he was going to fuck her in the woods like the wild animals they are. Her face was on some leaves and mud, she felt disgusting. Alejandro, he didn't care, her ass was up.

He smacked her ass earning a soft moan from her lips. He licked his lips and bent down and licked between her folds. She moans and grips the dead leaves under her.

"Ah~" she moans.

He groans as he heard her soft moans escape from her lips. He smirks and then shoved three fingers inside of her. She gripped the leaves as her knuckles turned white.

She moaned at the feeling of his tongue and fingers inside of her, she felt dirty not because she's on the muddy ground but because she's being fucked in a forest where if people could, they could see them.

She then tried to muffle her moans with her hand, but Alejandro moved his mouth and leaned closer to her ear still pushing his three fingers inside of her.

"Don't hide those moans of yours, bunny, keep going, I wanna hear them, they're so cute, come on now," he said as she did remove her hand and moaned when she felt his hot mouth back on her clit, licking between her folds and his tongue flicking at her bud.

"O-Oh my god," she moans.

Alejandro moved his mouth again and started to mess with his pants pulling out his dick and sliding it in with no warning. He removed his fingers and now started to thrust inside of her, she moaned and squirmed under him.

He smacks her ass a couple times earning a soft moan, he got close to her neck and started to bite her again. This time when she bleeds, he let her bleed, not licking it clean or anything.

"God...if I didn't fucking...like you so much...I would fucking kill you...right here...right fucking now," he grunts as he thrusts a little harder making her moans a little bit sound like she was choking instead.

Alejandro just chuckles at her. "God you're such a bad bunny...being fucked by a wolf...someone...who is looked down upon your kind...what would everyone else think huh? Cute Y/n bunny being...fucked by the bad wolf..." he teased.

"T-They...would n-never know," she responds back.

"They better not," he growls back before slamming into her a lot rougher.

She moans a buries her face into her hands as she moans against them and they soon become loud again once, he smacked her ass again.

"Cum, bunny," he growls as she felt herself get tight.

With one more thrust she came on his lower half. He smirks and licks her folds. She sat up and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Ahh~ one more," he says.

"Ale-"

"But you run like this," he says.

"I'm tired and I'm late for the flea market."

"Who cares," he rolls his head back.

"I do, that's how I make my income, Alejandro."

"Oh, I know...but who cares, bunny..."

"I'm not running anymore, Alejandro, I'm going back home," she said as she stood up and started to walk back to the village.

"Huh? Hey, bunny, bunny, I'm joking, I'm kidding, I know the flea market is important to you...I'm sorry for being rude and mean about it, I know it's your income," he tried to get her attention, but she was focused on getting back home.

"Now, I have to change and throw this dress away, it was my favorite."

"I'll buy you a new one."

She ignores him.

"Hey, look at me, bunny, look at me," he gets in front of her, holding her shoulders.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, okay."

"I know, but I have something to do...I'll see you later, Alejandro," she said as she grabbed her basket off the ground and headed to her house and quickly made arrangements and got a new dress on.

Alejandro was leaning against, a tree outside her house and watched her from afar. He watched as she left the house and quickly headed to the flea market which Alejandro followed her.

Y/n found an empty spot and saw the line that was waiting for her. She quickly handed them out and got her money. Alejandro leaned against a wooden pole watching her.

His eyes watched as everyone looked at Y/n with kind eyes. Except one. A guy was flirting with Y/n and Alejandro felt rage through his veins and eyes.

His hands clenched into a fist, he turned into his wolf, his wolf was a pretty honey color, and he made his way over Y/n.

The bunnies around him all shuddered in fear as he made his way to Y/n and stood behind her and the male bunny in front of her shuddered with fear. He didn't take the arrangement but ran away.

"Huh?"

"Hmmm~ Y/n?" The bunnies trembled in fear as Y/n turned a saw a big honey dire wolf.

"Alejandro, what are you doing here?"

"Y/n, do you know this wolf?" The Mayor of the village came walking to Y/n and the dire wolf.

"I...I do..." she said with her head down and her ears down as well.

"You know how we feel about wolves."

"I know, I know."

"Sir, with all due respect, why the fuck does it matter?" Alejandro said as he changed back into his normal self.

"Because you guys are PREDITORS! We try to survive from you guys for years, and here you are in our village, and you know one of our own...you should be ashamed of yourself, Y/n for knowing such a BEAST!"

"I am not ashamed of anything, I love him!"

"YOU CAN'T LOVE A BEAST! ESPICALLY ONE THAT KILLED US FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS!!"

"We changed over those hundreds of years."

"No, you haven't, if you could, you would have waited for the right minutes and you would have killed Y/n."

"Never," he growls as he steps to the mayor.

"YOU SEE! YOU SEE! WOLVES WITH NEVER CHANGE!!"

"You're right we won't..." he grabs Y/n and looked down at her. "Follow my lead." He whispers.

"Oh shit," she whispers back.

He turned back to the mayor and changed into his wolf, he 'attacked' Y/n and dragged her out of the village and into the forest. As the bunnies chased him out.

He let her go and viewed her neck.

"I'm sorry," she was shaking as he apologized for grabbing her roughly.

"I'm okay...I can no longer go back home..."

"That's fine, you get to come live with me then, mi amor," he licks his teeth.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #alejandro x reader #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod

[wrenwreads]

frozen festivities

winter time in narnia, and peter thinks he’s going to lose his mind

pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!bsf!reader

warnings: nothing

genre: fluff

word count: 606

a/n: if i didn't have such bad cold allergies, i wouldn't have written this bc this is where the idea came from lmao.

"Ed, it's freezing. Move over!"

It had been snowing that day, the castle's stone walls trapping in the cold. The four siblings and Y/N situated themselves in the sitting room where the hot blazing fire lit up by the fireplace warmed them up.

It seemed to not be enough for Y/N, for now she's desperately trying to get Edmund to scoot a bit to give her a bit more of the fire's warmth.

The said boy only scowled in return, further burrowing himself under the big blanket he took to prove his point of not moving.

From the back, Peter, Susan, and Lucy huddled themselves together, a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. The three had been talking casually when Y/N and Edmund's loud whispers of what they like to call bickering had caught their attention. Now they were just plainly conspiring.

“Honestly, one of these days I’m going to lock them both in the cleaning closet until one of them gives up,” Peter spoke, eyes set on as the two as they went back to their usual activity of bickering. This time, blanket sharing.

“Why don’t you get your own?” Edmund asked. “Because!” Y/N answered back, rolling her eyes. “Because what, Y/N?”

Lucy flicked her attention to her oldest brother, scoffing as she did so. “Nothing will happen in that closet. For all I know, they’ll just find something to entertain themselves.”

“Or Y/N will find something to get themselves out,” Susan added.

They could only sigh, watching as their brother and (their almost) sister-in-law hopelessly interact with each other as if everything’s platonic.

“Ed, will you please — pretty please, I’m literally begging you — just move over so I could sit down for 5 minutes under warmth and then I’ll leave. Or you’ll best friend will die from hyperthermia, and no one will save you from Peter’s teasing.”

At the mention of the older boy’s name, Y/N allowed her eyes to flicker towards the three, where Peter only rolled his eyes with a smile forming on his face. Y/N giggled, before her face morphed back into a scowl upon meeting Edmund’s amused gaze. “What?” she asked blankly.

Edmund shook his head, the amused smile on his face not faltering. “Nothing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she starts to walk away from the fireplace. This caused Edmund to falter, face scrunching up in confusion. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?” Y/N answered back, her lower arms raised, proving the obvious. Although, it seemed to not be obvious for the boy as he only tilted his head to let the girl elaborate. This made her sigh, rolling her eyes once again as she lowered her arms. “To get my own blanket. Like you told me too.”

Edmund scoffed, removing his arm from where it had been huddled against his chest to opening it up, bringing a side of the blanket with him. “As if I’d let you. Just come under here.”

She rolled her eyes once again, this time playfully as she placed herself under Edmund’s open arm, where the boy was quick to wrap around her. She let out a sigh of relief at the warmness, earning a chuckle from Edmund. “Warm now, are we?”, he asked, looking down at her face, one side smushed against his shoulder. She only hummed in delight, closing her eyes. A fond smile grows on Edmund’s face. Soon after, he rests his head over hers.

“I am absolutely going to lose it.”

Peter had to share, causing his sister’s to giggle.

thank u for reaching the end !! this one’s another giggly one i had to write. i hope u enjoyed xoxo

#edmund pevensie x y/n #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #the chronicles of narnia x reader #x reader #pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund x reader #edmund pevensie x fem!reader #edmund pevensie x f!reader #edmund pevensie one shot #edmund pevensie fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie x you #wrenwritesed

[straykidsnerd255]

Why do you love me?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader

Genre: HEAVY ANGST(at the beginning), happy end

Song: Gonna be ok- Brent Morgan(acoustic or original)

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, Child abuse, Billy crying, Billy begging, Neil and his grade A parenting, Neil being and asshole, blood, wounds, Panic Attacks, mentions of suicide(PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT TRIGGERS YOU! THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO IS HURT SOMEONE! If you need to talk, please come and talk to me! My messages are open 24/7, I will listen to you!❤️❤️)

Character’s: Billy Hargrove, Y/n, Max, Steve Harrington, Eddie (Alive Au), The gremlin kiddos, Joyce, Hopper, Susan, Neil

Summary: Billy has had it with his life. He says goodbye to Max and asks her to forgive him before he leaves and goes to his lifelong best friend and girlfriend’s house at 10 o’clock at night. He hopes that she will forgive him when he tells her he wants to die. She takes it into her hands to comfort him and make sure he knows that she loves him. The best way to do that, sing to him, and Hopper telling him something that would change his life forever.

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 2727

Billy knew that he would be in huge trouble when he got home. His father had told him to be home by midnight and he was slowly creeping closer to the house at 4am. He swallowed the fear down before parking the car in the driveway and closing his eyes. He wished to the high heavens that no one was awake and that he would be able to go to bed and no one would ask about anything. Luck was not on his side. He parked a good block from his house and walked back home. He opened the door as quietly as he could, but as he entered the house, a beer bottle crashed next to his head. He jumped slightly and turned to see his father staring him down.

“Where the hell have you been? I told you to be home by midnight and here you are walking in four hours late!” Neil stood from the chair and started walking closer to Billy. Billy tensed up and started biting his tongue. “I am sorry sir. My car broke down and I couldn’t get a hold of anyone.” Billy lied in hopes that his father would give him a harsh warning and leave him alone. That’s not the case, ever. Neil grabbed Billy’s arm a little too tightly that Billy yelped.  Max and her mother came running down the stairs in hopes that they could calm Neil down before he did something harmful to Billy. Max got to the bottom of the stairs only to watch Neil slam her step-brother against the wall, his hand around Billy’s throat.

Billy felt his body collide with the wall and everything went blank. His father was screaming at him  with one hand around his throat and the other hand hitting him harder than he remembered ever being hit. Tears spilled down his face as he held his lips shut. He refused to cry out knowing that would give his father a known pleasure for beating him. When he couldn’t feel the onslaught of beatings, he looked up to see Max and Susan pushing the man out the door yelling at him and him yelling back. Max ran to his side and pressed her hands against his face. Tears fell down her face and landed on him, making him blink away the expressionless look. “M-Max?” His voice sounded hollow and broken from how hard he was restraining his voice. 

“I’m here Billy. Neil’s gone. He won’t be coming back for a while.” 

Billy shook his head and sobbed. He sobbed for the first time in years. “I-I can’t take it anymore M-Max! I have bruises and welts from that man! I can’t live here anymore.” He cried out in pain. Max pressed her forehead to her step-brother’s and closed her eyes. “I know. I know. Mom is gonna do everything she can to get him away from you. She’s gonna try and adopt you.” Max whispered softly. Billy stopped his movements and looked at her with wide eyes. “A-Adopt me?” He asked. Billy looked down and tried to process what Max just told her.

Max nodded her head. “Yes. My mother would adopt you and you would become my actual brother, not that you being my step-brother is bad, but you would have a mother again and you could feel love again.” She said, a smile appearing on her face. Billy narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t even remotely ready to allow love into his life at this point. He had been hurt so badly by his father and his mother that he shut himself off from love. He had detached himself from love and feelings the minute his father laid the first fist against his stomach. He could remember tasting blood for weeks. He couldn’t even go to the hospital as it would risk him being found out by his father. 

Billy slowly stood from the ground. He straightened his shirt and looked at Max with tears falling down his face. “I’m sorry Max, please forgive me for everything that I ever did to you, or your friends. I-“ he could finish his sentence as he just bolted out the door. He ripped his keys from his pocket and climbed into his car. He gave one last look to his sister and saw her standing on the porch with tears streaming down her face as she screamed his name out. Billy slammed his hand on the storing wheel before he turned the car on and sped out of the driveway and down the street. He shot off the world as he drove to the only place that he knew he would be safe again. Your house. 

{With Y/N}

You were currently in your kitchen making dinner, spaghetti that is. Yes it was 4:30am and yes you just got home from work and you were starving. You put the finishing touches to the food and you were about to sit down when you heard knocking on your front door. You wiped your hands off on the towel before walking to your door. “Who is it?” You called out. “Please open the door Y/n, I can’t take it anymore.” You gasped and threw open the door to find Billy, in tears, blood gushing from his lip and his eyebrow. He had a black eye and was shivering. You quickly pulled him into the house and sat him on the couch. 

You grabbed your first aid kit and started to go from the smaller wounds to the much bigger wounds. Some were open wounds and needed to be stitched but you didn’t have time to get him to the hospital. You had graduated high school early for your age and immediately went and applied for a CNA position. You grabbed the needle and thread and very carefully began to stitch the wounds that needed it. Billy grimaced when you started, but he was thankful that you had numbed the area before. It was quiet for a while before you spoke up. “I’m calling Hopper and Joyce.” You stated, giving no room to argue. 

Billy sighed but nodded his head and lifted his not occupied hand and pressed it to your face. He traced over your nose and eyes before they landed on your lips. He smiled softly before his intrusive thoughts blew his walls down. “She could be with someone so much better than you.” “You don’t deserve her kindness.” “You deserve to live in the pits of hell for what you have done.” “Why would she want someone as broken as you?” “You know she is only with you out of pity.” The voices in his head were thrown off balance when he caught you staring at him. Your  eyes were half lidded with a determination to stop whatever was going on in his head. You gently grabbed Billy’s face as you stood up. 

“Don’t you DARE belittle yourself.” You said, anger flashing in your eyes. The anger, he realized, was not directed at him though. It was directed somewhere else. You grabbed the phone from the wall and punched in Hopper’s number. You waited and after the fourth ring, Hopper’s groggy and sleep filled voice echoed from the phone. “Hello? Who is this?” 

“Hopper, It's Y/n. I need you, Joyce, and the kiddo’s to come to my place. I know they are staying at your’s and Joyce’s place for a sleepover.” You said. Hopper snorted but you could hear him shaking someone awake and standing up. You turned your head when you heard a fantic knock on your door. “We will be over in thirty minutes, kid.” Hopper said before hanging up the phone. You hung up the phone and walked to the door. Opening the door, you saw Max with her hands on her hips and breathing hard. “Is…Is Billy here?” She huffed. You nodded and moved out of the way so she could walk in. 

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t…” Billy could feel his breathing start to quicken and his body was slowly shutting down. “Y/n please make the pain leave, I can’t be here. I can’t live anymore. I want to die.” Billy grabbed your hands when you walked closer to him. Your eyes filled with tears as he kept mumbling how badly he wanted to die. You dropped to your knees and his eyes followed you. He was struggling to breath as his body shook violently. “Baby, look at him. Breathe.” You said as you took a deep, slow breath. 

Billy copied your movements and found himself slowly relaxing. You gently took his still shaking hand and pressed it to your chest when your heart was. The steady thumping pulled Billy from his mind and allowed himself to be grounded. Max scooted closer to Billy’s side and laid her head on his arm. You turned to Max, “Can you go next door and get Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy?” You asked. Max nodded her head and gently pulled away from her brother. 

You slowly stood up and walked to your room. Billy panicked when he saw you leave. “Don’t worry baby. I’m just grabbing something from my room. Ok?” You whispered. Billy slowly nodded his head and watched you disappear from his sight. A few moments later, you came back with a guitar in your hand. You smiled when you saw him stare at the instrument. “What’s that for?” He asked. “Just listen for a little bit. Playing always helps me calm my mind down, so maybe it can help you.” You whispered. You strummed the strings to make sure it was still in tune before you began playing a melody your mother and father always played for you when you were little.

Don't listen to the voices inside your head

You're doing just fine

You're trying your best

And no-one ever told you it's all gonna be okay

We're just people never sleeping over stupid shit

We won't remember in the morning

Yeah, we're gonna forget

And no-one ever told you it's all gonna be okay

When you lose faith in everything you ever knew

Don't give up on you

When life gets overwhelming

Relying on yourself is hard to do

But don't give up on you, no

If you've been lost and lonely

Ashamed to be alone with only you

And no-one left to lose

If it's the last thing that you do

Don't give up on you

Billy’s eyes widened as you sang. The sound of the guitar sounded so calming to his ears. The words seemed to stick with him as you sang.  He tuned out the rest of the words as he listened to your voice. You opened your eyes and turned to see Max walking into the room with Steve and the others. You could even see Hopper waving at her with the others. She smiled and continued to sing. Billy closed his eyes and bounced his head to your singing.  Eddie came and sat next to you with a grin. You kept singing and playing knowing the song was almost done. You stopped playing when the last note played and you placed the guitar against the couch. 

“Billy.” You called out. Billy opened his eyes to see everyone seated on the floor with you or next to him. Hopper raised an eyebrow. “Kid, why are you covered in bandages and why do you have stitches over your eyebrow and arm?” He asked, walking closer to Billy. Billy told him everything that happened. You watched Hopper’s face grow from tired, to full blown rage. He placed a hand on Billy’s head and noted the way the boy flinched when he did that. You moved and sat on his lap while Hopper walked into a different room with Joyce to talk with her. Billy’s arms wrapped around your body and held you tightly. 

“You have nothing to worry about anymore Billy.” Eddie’s voice called out. Everyone turned to Eddie. “I’m serious. He’s a part of us now. He gets to enjoy life like the rest of us now.” He said. Everyone still looked at him with raised eyebrows. Eddie groaned and threw an empty bottle at Dustin. “What the hell did I do?!” He yelled with a smile on his face. Dustin threw the bottle back at Eddie causing a small playful fight to break out. Billy watched before he started laughing with everyone else. You smiled at him before turning to watch the chaos unfold in your living room. 

“Why do you love me?” Billy’s sudden question made everyone stop. You turned and stared your boyfriend down with a look of betrayal. “You dumb idiot. I love you because you let me be my goofy ass self and I know you won’t look at me differently. They love you because you keep them on their feet with your weird ass impulsive nature. The two of us together, I have heard from a little birdy, are and I quote Steve and Eddie, “A FREAKIN MENACE TO SOCIETY.” You laughed when Steve and Eddie tried to refuse that statement. 

“We love you Billy, because you are you. Cheesy as that sounds, it's a hundred percent true. Plus, you befriend us means you get an army of gremlins and ex-criminals to protect you.” Robin said. Everyone burst into a fit of laughter. Billy laid his head on your shoulder before tilting his head and pressing a kiss to your neck. “I love you. Thank you for saving me.” He whispered so only you could hear it. You smiled. “Anything for you baby.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead before turning to see Hopper and Joyce. 

“Billy, how would you feel if me and Joyce adopted you and Max?” Hopper asked. Billy’s eyes widened and Max practically jumped for joy. “I could teach you what a real man is and help undo what your old man did to you. If you’ll let me.” Hopper said. Billy smiled a genuine smile and nodded his head. “I honestly would love that. Thank you, dad.” Billy said. You grinned and pulled your boyfriend in for a hug and Hopper grinned. “Alright, it's settled then. I will get statements from you and Max tomorrow morning and get adoption paper’s set up.” Hopper said smiling. Joyce walked over to Max and Billy before pulling the two in for a hug. 

“Welcome home.” She whispered, causing tears to spring into Billy’s eyes. “I’m home.” He whispered back and Joyce smiled, pulling him into her as she hugged him tightly.  “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.” Joyce said before pulling away and smiling brightly at him. Billy grinned from ear to ear before turning back to you. “I love you.” He said laying his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. You smiled softly. “I love you too. Sleep well Billy. We have a big day tomorrow.” She whispered. Everyone eventually just crashed in the living room with you  and Billy sleeping on the couch. Yeah. This was a big family and you wouldn’t change a thing.

#Billy Hargrove x female reader #Billy Hargrove #Alive Billy Au #Fluff #HEAVY ANGST #Sad #Billy crying #Billy deserved better #Billy redemption #Neil is a grade a ASSHOLE #Billy and Max are great siblings #fluff at the end #Happy Ending #Hopper adopts Billy and Max #Hopper would be a fantastic dad for Billy

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Otherworldly Kings and Queens (10/10) Peter version

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Female!Reader/ Peter Pevensie x Female!Reader Warnings: emotional ending but happy! Word Count: 2.8k Part Summary: As the Pevensies time in Narnia comes to an end, Y/N must decide. There isn’t just one question that needs to be answered... who will Y/N pick? Will Y/N really consider staying in Narnia? A/N: And with that one of my first series comes to an end... it’s both exciting yet sad at the same time as I’ve had so much fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who’s followed the series! I appreciate you so much! SOOOO emotional! I never thought of writing both versions of the ending BUT I’m so glad I did so thank you to whoever suggested it!!! I envisioned Y/N picking Caspian, but this ending is gold :) 

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The whole Talmarine kingdom, as well as Narnians, have gathered in the courtyard for the ceremony. Aslan has made the decision to allow some Talmarines to leave Narnia if they choose. Apparently, Talmarines are like the Pevensies and myself I suppose, they're from our world. They traveled to Narnia centuries ago by accident and made a home here. Caspian speaks to his people with such ease as he encourages them to consider the offer. He's a natural-born leader. He's meant to be Narnia's future king. As I come to this conclusion, I take Peter's hand beside me. He glances down at me, having not expected the action. Nonetheless, he gives my hand a comforting squeeze and offers me a gentle smile of reassurance.

"Are you alright?" He questions in a whisper with a tad of worry resting on his brows.

"I just... when we got here I would've done anything to go back home. Now that the war is over and Miraz is gone, I've come to realize I'm quite fond of Narnia," I explain my predicament.

Peter chuckles lightly, pleased with the news considering how much he adores this place. "I always hoped you would. Whenever I told you about Narnia, I wished I could've shown it to you. I'm glad you came with us this time. Now you understand," he reasons.

General Glozelle and Miraz's wife, Prunaprismia, volunteer first with her baby. In honor of their bravery, Aslan blesses them with a good future. The pair walk toward the tree that Aslan has made part in half. Everyone watches in awe the General and former Queen disappear in a blink. My lips part in astonishment. I don't think I'll ever get used to magic. Gasps fall across the crowd and people begin to question Aslan's intentions. They fear this is all a trick.

Peter slips his hand from mine and steps forward. "We'll go," he volunteers us.

"We Edmund frowns, sharing my expression.

"Wait, what?" I express rather rashly.

In my defense, it's justified. Peter never asked for my opinion. He's deciding for me. Aslan... Aslan made it out to seem as though I had a choice, as though we all would have at least some more time here. "Come on. Our time's up," Peter tells me solemnly, but an ounce of hope lingers in his tone. "After all... we're not really needed here anymore," he determines while approaching Caspian to offer him his sword.

"I will look after it until you return," Caspian assures Peter confidently.

"I'm afraid that's just it," Susan interjects beside me. "We're not coming back."

"We're not?" Lucy pouts with concern.

"You two are," Peter predicts, glancing between Aslan and his youngest sister. "At least, I think he means you two."

"But why?" Lucy struggles to comprehend the purpose behind this news, as do I. "Did they do something wrong?"

"Quite the opposite, Dear One," Aslan voices. "Your brother and sister have learned what they can from this world. Now it's time for them to live on their own." Aslan comforts each of us with his wisdom.

Though, frankly, I'm finding it hard to swallow this harsh pill. But all things have their time.

"It's all right, Lu," Peter tries to ease Lucy's mind as he takes her hand gently. "It's not how I thought it would be...but it's all right."

Peter directs his attention to me and holds out his free hand for me to take. "One day you'll see, too. Come on."

He offers me a weak smile, not one that shows genuine happiness, but contentment. I ease my hand out to glide it into his, but something stops me. A feeling in my chest telling me not to settle as Peter as with his decision. I shift my head toward Aslan to ask the lion directly. "And what about me?"

My patience is growing thin. All this back-and-forth yet I haven't heard a concrete answer about where I belong. Aslan is constantly confusing me with his tricky wording. One minute he makes me believe that finding him wasn't my purpose for coming here and the next he's telling Peter that his time here is over. I belong where Peter is, I always have. If his purpose is in our world... then so is mine. Then, does that mean I'm like Edmund and Lucy? Am I destined to return in the future? How far in the future? Narnian time is different from ours, who knows how many years will pass before we're here again. It could be another thousand years in Narnian time. "Your course is not as clear-cut as theirs," Aslan states with uncertainty. "You still have much to learn from here, as do Edmund and Lucy. Going back means one day, you will return, as will they."

"So I am to go back," I hope to clarify.

All I want is an answer, to know my path.

"Returning to your world will bring you back here someday, yes, that is a course you may take," Aslan nods calmly.

So, after all this time, after all the back-and-forth, Aslan is guiding me toward Peter. He made it sound as though I had to make this life-altering decision. The first few days we were here, I would've given anything to go back home. I never wanted to be in Narnia. Now that I have my chance to get out and everyone is rushing me out the door, I'm digging my heels into the dirt begging for a moment's pause. All this time Aslan has been pressing me to make a decision, why do I feel as though he's making it for me? It's suffocating.

I glance between Aslan and Peter nervously. Aslan wears his usual gentle and patient smile while Peter is confused with furrowed brows. His hand remains out to me, lingering for mine to join it. I whip my head around and my eyes land on Caspian. His features fall as he comes to terms with my departure. I approach the future King solemnly. All I can keep thinking is 'more time! More time! If only we had more time!' I can't visualize who the 'we' is exactly. When I say it, all I can think of is the riverbank in the forest. I see myself lying beside the river in the plush green, flower-covered, grass. The warmth of the golden sun scatters over my skin. I spent time with both Peter and Caspian there. What I would give to return to those moments. Whether I'm hoping it's with Peter or Caspian, I can't see. Each of them matters to me, on what level I can't decide.

"I'm glad I came," I tell Caspian whole-heartedly.

"I wish we had more time together," the prince sighs, taking my hands in his.

His hands are warm. Mine are always cold. I never noticed that before now. I'll miss that.

"I'm not entirely sure I belong here," I confess timidly, still unsure of my thoughts and Aslan's advice.

"Why not?" Caspian frowns as if my words are nonsense.

"I’m not of this world and if the Pevensies are 1,300 years older than you so am I," I shrug with a hint of a smile as I comprehend how old I am. I'm not a Narnian or a monarch of Narnia. Aslan said I was meant to come here with the Pevensies, but our time is up and I've yet to find this purpose he speaks so much about.

Caspian expresses a faint smile, amused by my humor, but too solemn to fully be happy. Both of us pull the other into an embrace. The words continue to repeat in my mind. 'More time! More time! If only we had more time!' I feel as though I'm standing on the edge of the cliff overlooking a deep trench and I'm stuck wondering whether I should jump. Caspian and I part from one another. It's painful. I feel safe with him, more secure and understood than I ever have before. I don't want to let go, but at the same time, I'm yearning to cling to Peter.

Peter meets me halfway and wraps an arm around my waist, leading me toward the tree trunk. The Pevenesies begin toward the tree as well, ready to go on.

"It’ll be okay," Peter whispers in my ear as he brings me into his side.

I feel safe here with him. Peter is home for me. For years, he's been my rock, my strength. Through the war, losing my dad, through all the bad, Peter has been my guiding light.

He continues to comfort me. "Everything will be as if we-"

"Peter, no wait... " I shake my head as my steps come to a halt.

It takes a second for Peter to react. He comes to a halt a few steps ahead of me. Turning over his shoulder, he gives me a confused look.

"I can’t go back," I voice, but my volume is weak. "At least not yet... not until I know that I've done what I must do."

"What do you mean?" He frowns.

"I... I think I’m still needed here..." I stammer with uncertainty. "At least... At least that’s what I think Aslan means. He speaks like a fortune teller and it’s confusing!"

Peter switches his now crossed expression from me to the lion. "Aslan, is that true?"

"Y/N’s future is not set in stone as your four’s is in history. She has known that she has to decide her course of action for some time. The clock is dwindling," Aslan explains steadily, looking to me to decide.

Lucy steps forward from behind Peter. "You mean you have to stay here?"

"It means I have a choice," I do my best to word it less harshly to the little one. "Staying here or coming again later. I’m assuming the next time will be with you and Edmund. Either way, I’m needed here. I just know it." I try to explain, but how do I explain a feeling?

"Neither choice is wrong," Aslan injects as he moves to stand beside Peter and me. "Going back to your world would mean you would return with Edmund and Lucy. After that, your life will be as you've always envisioned with who you envisioned. Staying here would be as you've envisioned as well," Aslan explains, giving me a knowing look. "You will prosper in both worlds, in whichever you decide."

Does Aslan know that I haven't been able to stop thinking about the riverbank? Is that what he's referring to? Does he mean that if I stay in Narnia I'll be with Caspian? If I return to England Peter and I will be together? Choosing a world also means choosing between Peter and Caspian.

"But why?" Lucy pouts.

"I don’t know," I struggle to say as my eyes begin to well up.

"I do," Peter voices.

"What?" I mutter.

"I didn’t understand it at first, but Aslan told me something earlier today. He said, ‘as much as we wish we could, sometimes we can’t choose who we love, the world chooses for us.’ You’re needed here. This is why you were brought here with us. When Caspian called for us with the horn, he unknowingly was calling to you as well."

I switch my gaze between Caspian and Peter frantically. Both of them meet my gaze with eagerness, wondering what I'll choose, as does everyone else.

"So I will return with Lucy and Edmund in the future if I go home?" I clarify with Aslan, hoping for a direct answer.

"Yes, if that's what you decide, Child," he nods.

I press my lips together as my throat becomes strained from holding back tears. "Peter I- "

"It’s okay," he assures me as his hand glides up to cup my cheek. "Everything is as it should be."

I can tell he's doing his best to stay strong for my sake. Tears flow from his eyes silently and the sight pierces my heart.

"If this is how it should be, why does it hurt so much?" I mutter, my tone shaky with emotion.

Peter shakes his head as his eyes become glossy. "It won’t forever. We’ll both grow and find that which we were destined to. I always thought we would find that together," he chuckles softly, it's bitter-sweet. "But this is right," he speaks with certainty.

"But I’ll never see you again," I comprehend the harsh reality of it all. "I... I don't want that! I can't imagine my life without you in it! You've always been there and I... haven't I lost enough people already? How many more goodbyes must I say?"

"We mustn’t think like that. One day we'll be together again!" Peter thinks optimistically.

This isn't fair. None of this is fair! In choosing Narnia, in choosing a different life for myself, I'm losing my best friend. I'm losing the one person who kept me going, who gave me a reason to survive.

"I love you," I cry.

Peter grins at my words, a faint and joyful chuckle escapes between his teeth. "And I’ve always loved you, perhaps I always will. We’ll never lose that, even across worlds."

I nod repeatedly, holding onto every syllable. I pray and hope, that he's right. Peter pulls me into his chest and I wrap my arms around him for dear life. I grip the fabric of his loose shirt in my fists. His hand cradles my head as he plants a kiss on my forehead.

Do the ones we love ever truly leave us? Is the memory of them strong enough to keep us going in their absence? I doubt a day will pass by where Peter doesn't cross my mind or any of the Pevensies for that matter.

Now that our time has officially run out, I say my goodbyes to each of the Pevensies. I'm not just saying goodbye to Peter's siblings, each of them has become family to me. Lucy and Susan cry with me as the three of us hug each other. Edmund does his best not to show emotion, but I can see behind his stone-hard expression that he's holding back. His tight embrace is enough evidence as well.

When the moment comes for the Pevensies to return to London, I hold onto Peter's hand as I approach the tree with them. His siblings walk a step ahead as Peter walks backward to face me. Until the last second, we hold on.

"Someday," I nod, as though I'm making a promise that one day we'll see each other again.

He nods, agreeing to the vow. "Someday."

Our hands begin to slip as Peter backs away toward the cliff between the tree halves and my breath hitches in my throat. I stare into his sea-glass eyes and the seconds travel rapidly by. In a blink, he's gone, disappeared from my world.

A gasp escapes my lips at the sight. My arm falls to my side as tears glide down my cheeks. My heart sinks as reality hits me that I'll never see Peter ever again as long as we're alive. An arm wraps around my waist, supporting me. Caspian appears in my peripheral vision as my eyes remain locked on the open space beneath the tree.

"It’ll be okay," he reassures me as he rubs his hand up and down my back.

I swallow hard, my face becomes blank other than the tears falling down my cheeks. A deep sense of emptiness consumes me inch by inch starting from my heart.

"As long as you've done what's right by your conscious and your heart, you could never be wrong, Dear One," Aslan advises smoothly.

I stare ahead at the tree, waiting for Peter to reappear though I know he'll never come. Have I done wrong? If this is what's meant to happen, why does it hurt so much? This is agony.

Caspian tries to usher me away, "come, Y/N, we can go back to-"

"No!" I blurt out suddenly, making him halt.

My eyes search the tree in a panic and then I turn to Caspian. "I'm sorry... I... I can't do this!"

The prince's features fall as he processes my words. "But..."

"I'm so sorry Caspian," I cry. "I love Narnia and I'm so glad that we've met but..." I glance over at the empty space where Peter last stood with a deep sigh. "I don't think I can be truly happy here if a piece of me is elsewhere."

Caspian swallows hard, clenching his jaw to withhold his emotions. "You love him," he determines.

Knowing that in choosing Peter I'm hurting Caspian is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Yet, it wasn't until Peter vanished from my sight did I come to realize that the answer to my million questions was right there in front of me this whole time. It's Peter, it's always been, Peter.

I lean up and plant a kiss on Caspian's lips, one last kiss. He deepens the kiss and it's a bitter-sweet farewell. When we part, he wraps his arms around me in an embrace. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding onto the hope that Aslan is right and one day we may see each other again.

"One day," I mutter against his chest. "One day I hope we're reunited."

Caspian parts from me and expresses a weak smile as he brushes his hand against my cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. "I'll count the days until your return."

“I pray it’s soon,” I confess. “I fear I’ll miss you more than I can bare.” 

In choosing Peter, I lose Caspian. In choosing Caspian, I lose Peter. Neither choice is painless. 

I glance toward the lion, "so am I right about this?"

I can’t leave without being sure. 

"You were never wrong," he smiles.

I switch my gaze to Trumpkin, the crowd of Narnians, and Telemarines. All of them await my next move. Swiftly, I plant a kiss on Caspian's cheek, preparing to rush after the Pevensies. I turn toward the tree with a smile, knowing in my heart this is right. I turn my back to the tree and begin to back away from Caspian as Peter did to me. I hold onto the Prince's hand until the last moment. Our fingertips barely touching.

"Goodbye for now," I phrase lightheartedly with a soft grin.

"Farewell-"

Caspian's words are cut short as my vision changes from the courtyard to a chaotic train station. I'm standing in the middle of the platform as people move about me. The peace of the courtyard is replaced with deafening noise. I blink rapidly, piecing together what's happened. I glance down at my clothes and I'm in my school uniform again. My hair wisps around as a train flies through the station. I'm back, I'm back in London! Peter. I need to find him!

Frantically, I shift between people, rushing through the station to find the Pevensies. They have no idea I'm here. It'll be like a needle in a haystack with everyone dressed in the same uniforms. Perhaps they're where we left for Narnia, by the bench! As the idea pops into my mind, I begin to run. I scan each head, each face, all looking for one. Then, in a flash, I spot the blonde speckled hair I've been longing to see. Peter paces in front of the bench, his eyes on the floor and his hand rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks are red and his eyes bloodshot. His sisters and brother are huddled together by the bench, likely discussing their departure and my decision to stay. Little do they know...

"Peter!" I shout impulsively.

Peter whips his head around, searching the crowd for me. His glossy eyes are wide with surprise and his lips are parted. The other Pevensie children appear just as shocked. Then, he finds me. Amongst the crowd and chaos, his sea-glass eyes that I've been longing to see again since the moment he left have found me.

"Y/N?" He mouths breathlessly.

Peter begins to shove through the crowd, leaving his stunned siblings behind. I glide between bodies, excusing myself along the way. The seconds feel like hours as the distance dwindles but feels miles long. All I keep thinking is 'get to him! Get to him!' Before, I envisioned the riverbank. I longed for it. I couldn't see who was with me there in my visions until now, Peter. We were at peace, happy even. I believed the whole reason behind my want for those moments was to stay in Narnia. Yet, I've come to realize that it doesn't matter where I am, as long as it's with Peter.

In an instant, Peter's arms wrap around me and he frantically cradles my head, pressing it to his chest for dear life. He parts from me, cupping my face with astonishment.

He shouts, "what are you-"

Ignoring his words, I press my lips to his. Since the moment he disappeared all I wanted was to be with him again. At first, he's taken aback by my action, but after a second he comes to kiss me back. He cups my cheek and deepens the kiss. It’s salty, a mixture our of tears coming together. The world around us goes silent and nothing else matters. Despite everything, the war, the pain, the loss, this is where I'm meant to be. We part only to catch our breath.

"You came back?" He pants, lingering inches from my face. Now, tears of joy fall from his eyes. "But you're needed in Narnia! Aslan even said-"

"Destiny is a funny thing I've come to realize," I chuckle lightly with joy. "Everyone always speaks of it as though it must be an action or place. What if it's a person?"

The edge of his lips curl upward with pleasure, yet his brows scrunch together in confusion. "What happened to someday? You had the chance to be Queen! Grow old in Narnia! Caspian..."

"I was standing there, milliseconds after you left and I realized that none of it made any sense!" I explain breathlessly. "My world wouldn't be my world without you in it. Life wouldn't be worth living."

He gleams, overjoyed at my words. "So it's me?!"

"Oh silly boy, it's always been you," I giggle lightheartedly.

Peter releases a breathless laugh, emotional yet over the moon. He nods and swiftly brings his lips back to mine, holding my face in his hands longingly. No matter the world or time, I will follow him anywhere.

It's him. It's always been, Peter. Now, we have forever.

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Ten Things I Hate About You

Muggle!Born!Reader X Draco

Summary: Request: @thelostandweeping If it is possible may I request a Draco x Muggle reader. Reader is really bad at potions so Snape has Draco tutor the reader. The reader doesn't like Draco but he finds her bluntness and her ability to be aloof interesting and tries to win her over. She later shows she's actually very kind and sweet. They become best friends and later together.

A/n: Okay this... but add a bit of Shakespeare and ABBA and you’ve got yourself a deal. This is super cute and a bit angsty and 100% pining. Let me know what you think! It’s currently 2am and I’m crying over these dorks. Love you guys so much 

“Not Malfoy!” I distressed, standing. “Professor, please. I need to pass this class,”

“And you will do so, if Mr. Malfoy tutors you,” Snape hissed. “I don’t have to do this Miss Y/l/n, I could watch you fail and be quite fine with it.”

Clenching my fists, I took a deep breath and sat back down. Snape’s eyes narrowed at me.

“You and Mr. Malfoy will meet here every Friday afternoon.”

“Yes, Professor,” I sulked. “Thank you, Professor,”

“Now get out of my sight,” He snapped, and I stood, huffing out of his office and into the hall, nearly running over Malfoy.

“Watch it, mudblood,” He snapped, shoving me aside.

“Watch yourself,” I snarled, shoving him back.

He looked surprised at me, as if no one had dared to ever retaliate against him. Stupid self- righteous prat. That I needed. I made me loathe him more. I growled and stormed away, throwing my stuff onto the table in the Great Hall, sitting beside my friends.

“Well, that’s not a pretty face,” Ernie gave me a teasing look. “Snape that bad, huh?”

“He’s making Malfoy tutor me!” I lamented. “I think I’d rather fail,”

Shocked gasps rose around my small group of friends.

“Look here he comes,” Susan nodded to the door and sure enough, the blond prick was storming his way over here with murder in his eyes.

“You!” He sneered, stalking up to my table.

“What about me?” I gave him a cold look.

“You’re a filthy little mudblood who just ruined my Friday afternoons!” He shouted.

“And you’re a heinous misogynistic asshole who I have to deal with every Friday afternoon instead of going to Quidditch practice so forgive me if I’m not weeping at your feet begging for forgiveness,” I snapped, standing, my arms folded.

Onlookers of our conversation let out a low gasp of surprise as Malfoy stammered for the next thing to say. I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting.

“Cat got your tongue?” A smirk spread across my face. He drew his wand, pointing it at me. I didn’t flinch.

“Mr. Malfoy!” I heard the familiar voice of McGonagall. “Wand away! Unless you wish to serve detention,”

My smirk grew to a grin as I watched Malfoy stomp his foot and storm out of the room, shoving a few first years out of the way. A few clapped and cheered at the encounter before getting scolded by McGonagall.

I dreaded Friday. More than I dreaded anything. I’d rather never listen to music again if it meant I didn’t have to listen to Malfoy teach me about Potions. Okay, well, maybe the situation wasn’t that dire... but I was considering it.

“You’re early,”

I hadn’t even closed the door and he was already snapping at me.

“Hello Malfoy,” I gritted, turning to see him already standing over a cauldron, ingredients laid out around the table.

“Let’s just get this over with?” He nodded me over, his eyes still trained on the knife and leathery skin in his hands.

I shed my robe and rolled up my sleeves, going to hover beside him.

“Can you tell me what this is?” His voice lost some of the snap to it as he slid the crushed hide into the bubbling brew.

“If I could do you think I’d be here?” I huffed, grabbing my textbook and notes, flipping through the pages.

“Oh, for the love of Merlin,” Draco snatched the book from my hands.

“Give it back!” I shouted, reaching for the textbook.

“You won’t get better if you’re cheating,” He disappeared the book with a wave of his hand.

“That was my book! Malfoy, I swear to god!”

We were toe to toe, inches from each other. There was a calm, careful, infuriating smile on his face and anger on mine.

“Now, tell me, little mudblood,” He took a careful step back. “What potion is this?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and with a deep breath I looked over at the grey sludge that boiled in the pot. My eyes took inventory of the ingredients that were laid around the desk.

“Knotgrass?” I guessed, picking up a jar inspecting it.

Draco gave a seldom nod. We went on like that, until I had named all of the ingredients that were before us.

“I know this!” I groaned, rubbing my face. “I should know this!” 

“Well, why don’t you?” Malfoy smirked. “It’s quite simple,”

“If it was simple,” I gritted out. “I wouldn’t be here,”

My book was suddenly back in his hands.

“It’s easier to find a potion by looking at the index. You know the ingredients, find them and cross reference,” He handed it back to me.

“That’s... actually really smart,”

I took the book and flipped to the back. It took some time, but I eventually flipped to the page I felt was right: Polyjuice Potion.

“Well done,” He didn’t smile, but he wasn’t quite scowling. “Perhaps there is hope for you yet, little mudblood.”

“Watch it,” I growled. “I’m still not above punching you,”

“What would you like me to call you then? Little shrew? Spitfire? Gorgon?” His smirk was back.

“Oh, kiss a dementor, Malfoy,” Grabbing my things, I ditched him and the Polyjuice Potion, heading outside into the setting sun to clear my head with some fresh air.

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Draco sat back, leaning against the table, watching you storm out. Your adamant hatred for him was quite amusing. The fact that you needed him to pass Potions and your loathing of him, made him laugh to himself as he began to clean up with a quick flick of his wand.

“I am to glad to see that my office is still intact,” Snape mused, flowing into the room. “I can’t say I had high hopes for you two,”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Draco admitted. “She’s... bearable.”

“Is that sentiment I hear Mr. Malfoy?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” Draco scoffed. “A challenge.”

“You’re absolutely daft!” Pansy dismayed later that night in the common room. “You really think you can tame that shrew?”

“Do you doubt me?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “Besides, I wrangled you in, and I put up with Crabbe and Goyle, and you have not been to a family dinner of mine. Y/n? She’s a piece of cake.”

“Ten galleons says you’re wrong,” Pansy held out her hand.

“You’re on,” Draco grinned as he shook it.

The next Friday, you just as riled and furious as you had been last Friday, and it was almost enough to make Draco laugh. Every other girl seem to... how did you put it? Weep at his feet begging for forgiveness? That seemed about right. But you? Oh, he was right, you were a little spitfire. Especially when you were frustrated because you couldn’t figure out how to brew Sleeping Draught. He left that tutoring session smiling to himself, watching your livid form head down the hall.

The next day Draco wandered down to the Quidditch Pitch, surprised to see you out there alone, running drills. You had mentioned giving up practice to let him tutor you. Thinking back to his bet with Pansy, he shed his robe and grabbed his broom from the closet, changing quickly, and headed out into the air after you.

“Bloody hell!” You screamed, nearly falling off your broom. “What the fuck is wrong with you Malfoy!?” You hovered feet from him, covered in sweat and dirt.

“Well, at the moment, the chance of losing a bet,” He grinned.

“Shouldn’t have taken it then, asshole,” You rolled your eyes, balancing on your broom as you stretched out your arms. “But I meant why are you here? Are you following me now?”

“Not particularly, I leave my stalking abilities for Potter. Nothing to waste on a mudblood.” Oh, he loved watching the fire grow in your eyes as he called you that.

“Piss off, Malfoy.” You snapped, flying away from him, taking a lap around the pitch.

He followed. You sped up. So did he. When you pulled straight up, it was all too easy to follow. He could hear your aggravated growl as he chased you around the pitch. You stopped short and he nearly ran into you, having to swerve out of the way. Your face was a mask of calm and disgust as you shook your head and landed, heading for the locker rooms.

“How’s the shrew?” Pansy asked later that week. “Still think you can tame her?” 

“Patience Pans,” Draco chuckled. “These things take time,”

It wasn’t hard to figure out your schedule that week. It was even easier to make sure that he was there just long enough for you to notice him and then watch your mood sour as you stalked out of whatever room the two of you shared.

“Hey there, Spitfire,” Draco grinned leaning against your table at the library.

“What?” You snapped, not looking up at him. “Oh, I’m sorry I forgot, in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of my time.” You shot him a deathly glare. “Bugger off, Malfoy,”

“You hate me, don’t you?” He smirked. “I get under that muggle skin of yours,”

“I really don’t think you warrant that strong an emotion,” I leaned back in my chair.

“Maybe another strong emotion then? Because they say if a girl constantly rips of a guy it means she likes him.”

“Am I that transparent?” Your face fell flat with you tone. “I want you. I need you. Oh baby, oh baby.” Rolling your eyes, you went back to your book. “Go find some other girl to fuck, Malfoy,”

“Ooh, see but that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?” He grinned and sat beside you, taking your book.

“Malfoy!” You hollered, only to be scolded by Pince. “Give me my book.”

“Now where have I heard that before.” Draco flipped through the pages of your book. “Ugh, a muggle book, I should have known,”

You snatched it from his hands and cradled it to your chest.

“You wouldn’t know a good book if I hit you in the face with it,” You snarled, grabbing your bag and storming off.

The few students who were watching the encounter quickly turned back to their work as Draco glanced around the shelves of books, noticing the missing space your book left in the shelf and the plethora of similar books.

“Shakespeare?” Draco mused, drawing a book into his hands. 

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“He’s obsessed! He won’t leave me alone!” I cried in frustration. “I wish he’d go back to stalking Potter because I’m sick of it!”

“Have you ever considered that maybe he likes you?” Hannah asked.

“Likes me?” I snorted. “Ah, yes. Because calling me a mudblood, or a shrew is just a tell of flirting,”

“He called you a mudblood?” Ernie demanded.

“Calm down, I can handle myself.” Rolling my eyes, I sulked, standing. “I’m going to the pitch, anyone wanna join?”

There was a resounding chorus of ‘no’s. Which was probably a good thing. I needed some time alone to think and blow off steam. After a few hours of running drills I headed back to the locker rooms. Wiping my face with a towel, I jumped nearly a foot when I saw that I wasn’t alone.

“For the love of god, Draco!” I shouted. “What are you doing?”

“Well, hello to you too,” He smirked. “And I do believe I have quidditch practice,”

I pursed my lips and slammed my locker shut. His irritating casual conversation still had the ability to make my blood boil.

“I hope you fall to your death,” I snapped, heading towards the girl’s showers.

“Well, there’s a way to get a bloke’s attention,” He smirked, leaning effortlessly against his locker.

“My mission in life,” I smiled cheerfully. “And I’ve obviously struck your fancy, so the world makes sense again,” I sighed wistfully and deadpanned.

“See you Friday,” He smiled politely.

I let out a sound of disgust and shoved down the urge to go back in there and punch him in his perfect face. The days until Friday seemed to fly by, mocking me with their abruptness.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into Snape’s office, where Draco was waiting for me, the same lazy smile on his face. I didn’t say a word as I shed my coat and rolled up my sleeves, taking out my book and notes.

“What in the bloody hell is that?” Draco stammered, almost knocking over a vial of Wormwood—I think.

“What?” I looked around then behind me. “What are you playing at?” 

“Around your neck!” He gestured, annoyed.

“Headphones?” I chuckled, easily sliding them off. “You know... music? Your lot do have that sort of thing, don’t they?”

“I don’t see what... headphones—” As if the word was foreign to his tongue, “—have to do with music,” Draco scoffed.

“You can listen to music anywhere?” I slid them off from around my neck and pulled up my portable CD player from my bag. “Have you really never seen a CD player or headphones?” I was baffled. “I don’t know what I’d do without music,”

“CD?” Draco frowned at the player in my hands.

“Yeah, Mom just send me ABBA’s Gold album and I’m a bit obsessed,” A slight pink touched my cheeks. “I’ve been wanting it so long,”

“ABBA?”

I laughed and shook my head, shoving both my headphones and CD player into my bag. “Maybe I’ll show you one day,”

It took less time than expected for me to figure out that he had a cauldron of Veritaserum in front of me. And maybe I genuinely smiled at Draco and fought the urge to hug him because, Potions really was making sense to me now. I would never understand how he managed it, but he could teach it in a way that I understood.

“Hey Draco?” I paused at the door on my way out. He looked up from cleaning, his careful blue eyes meeting mine. “Thanks,”

I hated that I wasn’t annoyed at him when he found me in the library again.

“So, is this for Muggle Studies then?” Draco nodded to my book, sitting the incorrect way in the chair next to mine, resting his arms against the back, almost nonchalant.

“No,” I rolled my eyes, slipping off my headphones, pausing the CD. “On contrary to popular belief, we muggles aren’t uncivilized. I do enjoy things like reading and art and music,” The annoyance in my voice was false.

“I’m aware,” Draco grinned that lazy smile again.

“Oh, so you think you know me then? Have enough from stalking me these past weeks?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Not like we’ve spent the last few Fridays together...” He drawled. “And I think I’m getting there.”

“The only thing you know about me is that I’m muggle and suck at potions,” I muttered, turning back to my book.

“You’re interesting,” Draco shrugged, causing me to backtrack and frown.

“Is that all I am to you? Something to ogle at? Maybe get a laugh in here and there with your pureblood buddies?” My voice went back to being venomous. “Just because you're pureblood, doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter!” I grabbed my belongings and stormed out of the library, fighting tears.

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Draco hated that you were right. And he hated that he almost made you cry as well. He hated that you could see right through him. And he hated that he felt any of this at all.

“The bet’s off,” Draco hissed to Pansy.

“You know what that means...” She grinned mischievously. “That means you have to do my homework for a week, and you pay up.”

Draco forked over the coins, not missing them in the slightest.

“She too much for you then? Not able to tame our little mudblood shrew?” A wicked grin curled on her face.

“Don’t call her that,” Draco snapped. “You don’t know a thing about her,”

“She’s a mudblood, Draco,” Pansy sat up, looking concerned. “Don’t tell me you actually have feelings for her?”

Draco didn’t have an answer for that.

He didn’t have an answer for any of this. As he laid in bed that night, staring up at the satin green that draped over his bed, all he could think about was the hurt on your face and in your words. It was different from your remarks before, those he could brush off easily. But not the tears in your eyes or the betrayal in your voice. Pansy was right, he shouldn’t care at all. You were beneath him. A mudblood, muggle born, shrew.

But he fucked up.

Because now you were so much more precious than that and he let you do it to him. He gave you the place in his heart where you resided.

That Friday he almost didn’t expect you to show. When you did, after the initial shock, there was an apology rushing to his lips, but held back by his pride. You barely looked at him that day. Your movements were muted, gentle. You murmured soft answers.

“Why are you doing this?” It was the first thing you said to him that wasn’t some ingredient. 

“Tutoring you?” He raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head and took a deep breath. “All of it—what's in it for you?” Your eyes met his and he felt like you were reading him like one of your books. “What’s your game, Malfoy?” It hurt more than he thought as you switched back to the use of his surname.

“So, I have to have a motive to be with you?” He snapped back defensive.

“You tell me.” The tone of your words had him weak at the knees, gripping at the table for support.

“Can’t I just enjoy your company?” Draco snapped, slamming the book closed. “We’re done for the day,” He shook his head, looking down at the table beneath his hands.

You left without another word, but a glance back to him that had him reeling. He wanted to call out after you, but the words were trapped by fear and uncertainty.

Draco still watched you in the halls and in class whenever he could steal a glance. You seemed to always have your headphones in and your head down, nose in a book. Snape informed him about mid-week that your grades were adequate and that the tutoring would end promptly. He should have been happy about that. And a month ago he would have been more than glad to be rid of you... but he made a huge mistake.

He fell for you instead.

And you hated him. For everything he was and is. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry that you closed yourself off from him. He didn’t blame you. Things were as it should be, and the world could spin around and not threaten to implode.

It was absolutely ludicrous. He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t be doing this.

Every night, he slipped on headphones, and fell asleep to ABBA singing about love and loss behind the safety of his closed bed curtains. Sometimes he could almost hear your gentle voice whisper the lyrics, broken and defeated. Maybe he whispered a few back to the memory of you. Maybe a tear or two slipped out.

Maybe he sent you a note in class. Maybe it said that he was sorry and understood why you hated him. Maybe he deserved to watch you crumple it up and shove it into your bag and not give him a second glance.

Maybe enough was enough.

Determined, one crisp spring morning, Draco rose. After tucking away his guilty pleasure, he didn’t bother with house colors as he pulled a jumper over his dark wash jeans, scouring the castle grounds for you. It shouldn’t have been that hard, he had your scheduled memorized for Merlin’s sake, but still you evaded him.

To be fair, you didn’t evade him at all, he just wasn’t paying attention to your curled-up form in the Quidditch stands.

He called your name and gritted his teeth when you didn’t look up. He tried again. 

“Go away,” You pulled your arms tighter around yourself.

He didn’t. Instead he sat down beside you, not saying a word. You two sat in silence that about killed him when you spoke up again.

“Did you win... your little bet?” Your voice was broken. “Did you tame the shrew?” 

“You knew?” Draco gaped.

A soft shrug fell from your shoulder. “I know what people say about me...” A sigh escaped your lips. “And Pansy’s always one to hold anything she can over me. She’s my cousin, you know... my mom was a squib...”

A frown fell on Draco’s face at the new information. How had he not known that? Pansy was always near him and well, he did stalk you for about a month. Maybe you had been right, and you were nothing more than a spectacle to him until that last week...

Your careful eyes were trained on the empty pitch before him. No emotion was evident on your face... maybe an air of melancholy.

“I... I’m sorry,” Draco glanced down. “You were right about me... about everything.” 

“I really don’t want to talk about...” You sighed. “Things we’ve gone through...”

A smile tugged at Draco’s lips. He knew those words. And it was so like you to quote them at him. He wondered how many other times you had gotten away with quoting song lyrics at him.

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I could feel Draco’s eyes study my face and the small smile that rested on his. I glanced over at him an eyebrow raised in question.

“You can’t just quote song lyrics at me,” He toyed, the familiar irritating smirk on his lips.

“I can do whatever I please,” I snapped, my cheeks flushing that I had been caught. Then it dawned on me. “Wait—”

A laugh escaped his lips. A wonderful sound that I had never heard before. One that I wanted to hear again.

“I was curious...” He shrugged, nonchalant seeming.

“You... listened to ABBA? A muggle CD? And you... know the words?” I gawked at him. “Who the hell are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?” I couldn’t help the smile on my lips.

“I’ve been asking myself that for about a week now,” He grinned, then looked down, his smile dropping.

“Draco?” I asked softly, reaching out for his hand. His blue eyes met mine, hesitant. “It’s... you don’t have to... I know you can’t...” Fumbling over my words, I couldn’t find the ones that seemed to fit right.

He reached out, the hand I had seen for weeks on end delicately handle ingredients and potions, just as precisely reached out and tilted my chin up.

“Tell me,” He whispered. “Have I messed up so badly that you can’t forgive me? That you won’t take a chance on a... how did you put it? Heinous misogynistic asshole?” There was a teasing smile on his lips that somehow moved to be inches from mine.

“Who’s quoting song lyrics now?” I mused softly, “And what kind of idiotic question is that?” 

“That’s all I needed to hear,”

His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn't fight him. Not because he was possibly stronger than me—but not by much—but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. So, I kissed him back. His hands memorized my face, the same way mine were tracing his, and, in the brief seconds when his lips were free, he whispered my name.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” He breathed out. “I’ll do better,”

"Don't promise me anything," I whispered softly, my hands falling to his shoulders. “Next week you might change your mind... or Pansy might—”

His lips were on mine again, silencing my words and doubts.

“Will you please try to hear what I'm telling you? Will you let me attempt to explain what you mean to me?” His stark eyes pierced mine as he cradled my face. “I am so sorry. I know I’m an asshole, and I know I’ve fucked up—” I started to protest but his thumb brushed over my lips, keeping them closed “—I have. And for a while I thought it was because I fell for you, but I see now is that it was because I didn’t fall for you sooner,”

“Sap,” I mumbled against his thumb, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

His hands fell and I drew him into a hug. He held me close and for a moment, I just let him hold me. No fears, no doubts, no malicious thoughts, no blood status, no magic. Just two teens and something that might be love.

.................................

“Pansy is actually going to kill me,” I whispered, hesitating outside the Great Hall doors.

“Not while I have a say in the matter,” Draco pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head. “And besides... what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

I walked into the Great Hall, hand in hand with Draco. There was the clatter of dropped dishes and silverware and a collective gasp that fell into a hushed silence. Hundreds of eyes were on us.

“Well, that could have gone worse...” Draco muttered under his breath and I snorted a laugh, shaking my head, letting him pull me to a nearby table.

Nervous chattered and hushed whispers filled the hall. I guess they had good reason though. Draco and I had both tamed the other shrew.

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Save Me, Please!

A Yandere! All Might x F! Reader Fic~

Chapter 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  ...

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰:

Stalking, gaslighting, phycological manipulation, anything that has to do with the yandere trope.

Weeks later, you completely forgot about the incident. Your life had returned to its normal, average, exceedingly mundane routine.

One night, you were curled up in your apartment when you heard a stray cat pathetically crying out for help. You’re an animal lover, and hearing that pitiful cry sent you into immediate action.

You rushed outside, still in your house clothes, looking for the animal. You didn’t think to bring your phone, a jacket, or anything else, but you just had to help this creature. 

The cat cried on, leading you towards it. You found yourself walking into a darkened, dingy alleyway.

The meowing stopped abruptly. 

“What d’ya think you’re doing here?” a gruff, disgusting voice whispered out. He seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

“I-I’m...the cat...” you mumbled. You instinctively covered yourself, not being naked but also not being entirely decent. You were hoping to be in and out, just grabbing the kitten and bringing it to safety.

“Oh. Don’t you know better than to be wandering around outside at night, lil lady?” the man smirked, revealing yellowed, worn teeth. At that moment, the light hit him just right to reveal who he was. He was one of the local creeps, the kind you’d see begging for cash and coins on the corner, wondering why everyone passes him by until you see him up close and smell the strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes coming from him.

You said nothing, still wondering where that cat went. 

“...especially out here all by yerself...” the man continued as he picked at his gums with his grime filled fingernails.

You made eye contact with him. 

“It’d be such a shame if something were to happen to ya, little lady...” he drabbled on. Your hand looked for your phone in your pocket as you backed up and away from the alley. 

“Now, where are ya going? I wasn’t gonna hurt ya none!” he teased, grabbing your wrist. You screamed, trying to yank away your hand.

“Ah, now ya can’t be doin’ none of that,” he grinned. Suddenly, he pointed his index and thumb at you, making a gun like motion. You froze, confused yet somehow understanding.

This was the fucker’s quirk. 

His fingers around your arm became barbed wire, digging and cutting and slicing into your flesh. When you looked up from your bloodied arm, you saw that his hand had morphed into an actual pistol, and it was now pointed directly at your skull.

Tears silently streamed down your face as you looked down, now unable to fight back. 

“Yes, I will be coming in tomorrow ... you won’t need to cancel the class. No, thank you.” you overheard someone on the phone. It was a male’s voice, and you prayed with all your heart that it was a hero out on patrol.

He passed the alley, not even taking a millisecond to glance in your direction. Your heart plummeted.

“...What...what do you want with me?” your voice shuddered. The man said nothing. You looked up at him. 

He was staring intently at something outside of the alley, but you were so fear stricken that you couldn’t bring yourself to look at what it could be. 

Without warning, you were thrown to the ground, and the man was running away. You sat up, clutching your injured arm, trying to get answers, but everything happened in a flash before your eyes. 

All you saw was blood. Lots of it. Too much.

You couldn’t worry about that now, though. You had to get away. 

You got up, scraping your soft, white palms, rushing out and away from that damned alley. At this point, you didn’t give a shit what happened. All you know is that you’re alive.

You scrambled up your stairs, slamming and locking your door. You pushed a chair in front of it, switched all your lights on, and slept with your biggest kitchen knife under your pillow.

The very next day, the news reporter plainly read off of her script, letting everyone know that a local homeless man was brutally murdered last night. 

“We don’t have many details surrounding the motive, but we have reason to believe that this was a spontaneous spur of the moment killing,” she stated. 

“Now, back to the weather today with Susan Straham!” a male voice boomed, panning over to a perky weather lady. You shut off the tv and rubbed your arm. The door was still locked and bolted shut, the chair still propped up. You shuddered at the memory. 

Despite your discomfort, the day still had to go on. You left for work, listening to music as you walked.

Up ahead, you spotted a familiar figure. All Might. 

He didn’t notice you at first, but when he did, he basically picked you up, hugging you.

“I told you I’d see you again!” he beamed. People stopped to stare.

You put your hands out in front of you to signal him to tone it down a notch or two. Or a hundred.

He didn’t get what you were hinting at, though, and gleefully continued to absolutely shower you in attention. 

Suddenly, he stopped speaking. You tugged down on your shirt sleeve, realizing he probably noticed your battle wounds from last night. 

His tone completely changed as he monotonly asked if you heard about last night’s murder.

He eyed you, now walking with you to work. 

You didn’t mention what happened. It’s not like it could have been connected or anything, right? ...Right?

Finally, you arrived at work. 

“I hate to say goodbye again,” he frowned. You shrugged.

“Well, it’s not like this is the last time you’ll ever see me, ya know,” you mumbled. 

“What makes you so sure of that?” he asked. Your blood ran cold for a split second.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you never know what can happen. Stay safe, okay? I...don’t know what I’ll do if I never see you again,” he frowned. You were blown away by his sudden change of tone and his seriousness and said nothing. 

You just waved, entering your workplace and taking the elevator up. All Might lingered there at the entrance for a few moments, watching you go higher and higher, until he left, too.

A couple days went by with nothing interesting happening. Your arm was healing up nicely, and you were starting to feel okay in your apartment again. 

Today, you went to your usual coffee shop, and the barista informed you that someone had already paid for your drink in advance. 

“How could they have? I’m the only one in here,” you asked. The barista shrugged, just repeating that you didn’t owe them anything. 

Maybe the barista was just trying to flirt. That’d make sense. 

Definitely. That has to be it.

It wasn’t until that weekend when you realized that you had been seeing All Might patrolling in your area a lot more than usual. No matter how many times he’d see you, though, he’d always have the same over-the-top reaction. It was definitely endearing, in a way, but the attention you got from others was embarrassing enough for you to shrug away from it.

You had to admit, though, feeling another human’s touch was something refreshing. For years, you’ve been locked up in your tiny one bedroom apartment by yourself, just wishing that you could find someone. 

You joined a dating app not too long ago, which has been pretty hit or miss.

Maybe you would meet someone soon. Hopefully, at least.

#yandere! all might #yandere! yagi toshinori x reader #yandere! mha #yandere! #yandere! small might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #yandere #yancore #yandere fic #yandere! all might x reader #f!reader #yandere!all might

[fangirlyah]

✦ you can’t go - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: an incident within the battle, causes edmund to show his vunerable side.

warnings: mentions of blood, wounds and death.  

word count: 1,161

the attempt to attack the castle inhabited by lord miraz had not gone as expected. minimal incidents during the attack resulted in the loss of the lives of dozens of innocent narnians seeking only to reclaim their land. 

it was night, and in spite of the poor lighting, one could see the melancholy faces of both susan and caspian and peter. edmund had already withdrawn from the towers flying over territory with a gryphon. you were sitting on a centaur, slowly losing consciousness. you had been fighting hand-to-hand with the telmarine soldiers since you had set foot in the castle and you were tired, but mostly badly wounded.

"peter we must go!" susan screamed as her brother looked stunned at the soldiers who had been left on the other side of the great fence. 

"okay let’s go" peter still had power in narnia and more now that he was leading the troops, so before returning to aslan’s how, he checked that everyone looked good or that they could stand to arrive. but when his gaze reached you, he almost entered the castle again for help. you were pale and your eyes closed little by little, your hand held your side where a long cut of sword bled staining your clothes. peter stepped off the horse at full speed, to approach you, looking around if edmund was present, but he was already gone; peter thought what his younger brother would do when he saw her, if you came alive.

you were part of the family, best friend of all since childhood, you had traveled to narnia with them from the first time, they could not lose you, they loved you too much.

"y/n, what happened?!" susan screamed a few feet away. you were very weak, almost unable to sit on the centaur, but yet you spoke. 

"I’m not going to make it" you whispered to the blond in front of you, you were almost vanished. your cut had begun to bleed at the beginning of the battle, so you had lost a lot of blood so far.

"don’t say that," he replied, as he gently pulled you down from the centaur to sit in front of him on his horse, "let’s go back this instant!" with that scream, everyone started to come back at great speed. 

susan who rode beside you, summoned aslan even though she knew he would not appear. the rattling of the horse made your wound hurt immensely, so you had to press it with as little force as you had left. the sun was starting to rise at the sides and the sky was taking a very beautiful sky, and you thought if you had to die that day you would look at the sky before. although the road was faster than normal, this had given you time to think; you remembered narnia when you were little and how the snow used to fascinate you, you remembered when edmund used to collect little flowers from the garden to put in your hair while you smiled and promised not to tell anyone. 

when the great stone shelter appeared in front, with your eyes half open, you managed to see lucy and edmund waiting for the arrival. even though you were almost fainted, you realized how anxious ed looked.

susan galloped even faster that last stretch and quickly came down from the centaur, to approach lu. 

"lucy where is the vial that santa gave you?!" the voice of the older sister sounded desperate, a thing that alarmed all. 

"I have it here with me, who is hurt?" susan looked at edmund, who kept moving in his place, causing him to remain petrified. without words, both understood who it was. 

at that moment, peter arrived with his horse and lowered your, already unconscious, body. the older sibling couldn’t get you on the ground, that edmund was already holding you in his arms. with his eyes full of tears, he looked at your face with your eyes closed.

"no, no, no! wake up, please, wake up!" his voice sounded broken, and no one expected it to be otherwise. although his siblings did not know the feelings you two had, it was almost obvious. his arms had you wrapped, and his forehead was over yours. "lucy bring the vial, now!" edmund’s screams were so loud that it looked like his throat would break to pieces.

"I don’t think it’s going to work, it’s too late" peter spoke to his younger brother. he was hurt too, but he didn’t know how to react. edmund never showed his feelings, ever, and now he was in an emotional breakdown. everyone was surprised at how edmund cried, no one had seen him as vulnerable as he was now; embracing the almost deceased body of his best friend, whom he loved with all his might. 

"shut up, if it wasn’t for you she’d be fine! It’s all your fault, peter!" ed looked at his brother with an even greater fury than he usually showed.

"it can work..." lucy’s sweet voice brought edmund out of his thoughts, the little girl was standing next to you two with the vial uncovered, ready to give you a drop. hope is the last thing to be lost, they say. 

gently, edmund spread your lips with his thumb giving space to the red drop to fall. as soon as the liquid came in, he latched onto you again as if his life depended on it, because maybe it was.

"please wake up...I beg you, I don’t know how to go on without you" edmund whispered in your ear, preventing others from hearing, as his tears fell like waterfalls "we...we have so many things to do together...re-remember when we danced under the rain on your birthday, I remember it vividly..." his big hand was placed in your hair to caress it, maybe it was the last time “...remember when o-one night you told me what your ideal home would be like, the house where you wanted to move when you were older...I remember that, while you were telling me, my-my only desire was to be there with you and...wake up and see you... and read on the side of the fireplace, on those red couches you love so much, even though I hate them" a little giggle came out of his mouth. this couldn’t be a goodbye, it couldn’t.

"I don’t care, we are going to have red couches in our house" your voice rang out in edmund’s ears and for a moment he thought it was a hallucination, but lucy’s scream of happiness confirmed it wasn’t. carefully, he moved away a little from you to see your face. you were as beautiful as ever, with a tired but sweet smile. with the little strength you had, you caressed edmund’s face while he kept crying and looking at you with admiration. 

"you’re here..." he whispered, as he dropped his face in your palm.

"I’m here"

#edmund pevensie fanfic #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie x y/n #y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #the cronicles of narnia #prince caspian

[roiscrying]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU - draco malfoy x hufflepuff reader

Inspired by/based on Taylor Swift’s the way i loved you

words: 2.1k

warnings: swearing??

Draco sat crossing his chest as he stared at the other boys in the room. For Muggle studies they had gotten to take a trip into the Muggle world and him, being the only Slytherin boy in the class, was paired up with Cedric and a Hufflepuff in his year who he had yet to bother to learn the name of. He understood the logic, as the Hufflepuffs were annoying, but they didn’t get on his nerves as much as the rest of the houses. That was except for Diggory, “You know Y/N is in the room right next to us” the other Hufflepuff spoke up, Draco shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the girl’s name. Her being of course, the reason he so strongly disliked being put in the same room as Diggory. Who really would want to room with the person their ex moved on from them with, especially when it was not just any ex, it was Y/N.

“Yes and” 

“Would anyone really find out if we used that new spell to-”

“To listen to their conversation?”

“Exactly,”

“Justin I don’t know if that’s the brightest idea” Draco grunted in agreement,

“You just don’t want to hear Y/N talk about Cedric, Malfoy, someone jealous”

“No,” he responded a bit too quickly, “I just don’t want to get in trouble” the boy, Justin scoffed, “fine, do it, but i’m not taking the blame when you two geniuses get caught” he regretted the words almost as soon as they left his mouth but his pride stopped him from taking them back. With a quick mumble of words a mirror-like object appeared and hovered in the air, giving them access to see and listen to the room next door. you sat along with two other Hufflepuff girls, Susan Bones and Hannah Abott, who also happened to be your two closest friends. Your conversation was uninteresting for the boys for several minutes, discussing trivial topics and cracking inside jokes, so much so that Justin was about to end the spell when Susan piped up, 

“Sooooo, what is it like dating Cedric” all three boys started intently listening. 

~~~~~~~~~

You let out a soft laugh, a gentle blush reaching your cheeks, 

“Well, he is sensible and so incredible-” 

“Uhg I’m so Jealous”  Susan groaned making you laugh again, a bigger smile spreading across your features,

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wanting nothing more than to just slap the growing grin off of Diggory’s face.

“He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better” the girls in the room squealed and a pillow was thrown from Hannah hitting Susan in the face as she spoke up, 

“What was your date like, tell me everythingggg” 

“Well, he opened every door, and he kissed my hand and he said, ‘you look beautiful tonight’ and I felt perfectly fine” you paused taking a deep breath and looking tentatively towards the other girls,

The hesitance apparent in your voice and features caused Draco to sit up slightly, sure it was foolish to think she would miss him, but part of him still had hope that you missed him even half as much as he missed you.  

“Well?” Hannah spoke up,

“What is it Y/N,”

 “Uhg this is going to sound so stupid but if I’m honest, I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain when it's 2 a.m. and I was cursing his name, when I was so so in love that I acted insane, that's the way I loved him” Susan let out a loud gasp which earned her another smack in the face with a pillow by Hannah, 

“What was that” you remarked as soon as the girl had entered the common room and could no longer hear the two. 

“What was what Y/N”

“You know what I am talking about”

“I don’t believe I do” you sighed incredulously, 

“You just told someone that I was obsessed with you and wouldn’t leave you alone?” you scoffed shaking your head, “you are incredible” you spat

“Y/N, you’re being unreasonable, you know why I had to do that”

“Unreasonable Draco?” You laughed bitterly, “Don’t turn this on me Draco,”

“Why are you acting like this Y/N-”

“Why am I acting like this?” you shook your head again, “Do you even realize what you are saying? It’ ‘unreasonable '’ to be mad at my boyfriend for saying that I’m just some girl who is obsessed with you and won't leave you alone? Unbelievable. Actually, very believable. Nothing is ever your fault.”

“Y/N not now-”

“Not now Draco? Am I inconveniencing you?”

“Y/N that’s not what I meant-”

“What did you mean then?” The boy sputtered for answers as you turned on your heel and walked away, you weren't done with the conversation, but you knew he would follow, or at least you hoped he would, some strange part of you wanted to know that he cared enough about you to follow you. 

“Y/N wait” you heard the boy running behind you and you picked up your pace until you reached the quad, immediately taking notice of the pouring rain that seemed to always accompany their arguments,

“I’m so sick and tired of this Draco” Y/N yelled as she turned to look at him, pulling your robes tighter over your body as she felt the rain instantly beginning to soak through your clothes. 

“Y/N please” the boy begged, 

“Draco why can't we be like everyone else, I’m tired of being your little secret”

“Y/N you know why,”

“But I don’t understand! I don’t care what people will say, that doesn’t mean anything!”

“Y/N I know this is new to you, but it's different when-” the words came out harsher than he intended,

“It’s different when what Draco? When you have a reputation to uphold? Draco this is what I mean, if I’m not worth ‘tainting’ your reputation or whatever the hell you think will happen then we shouldn’t be together at all”

“Y/N you don’t mean that”

“But I do. You’re really prioritizing what people think of you over me?” You let out a bitter laugh, “one great boyfriend” you remarked sarcastically, “I’m done with this bullshit, having to act like we’re something we’re not. You need to choose right now, your superficial reputation, or me” your voice had become hoarse from the amount you had been screaming. You felt her heart break as he stayed silent, closing her eyes as you felt tears slip out, “I guess I know your answer then” the sound of the rain was loud enough you didn’t hear him approaching and jumped slightly as you felt him gently take your hands into his, 

“If you think for a second that I wouldn’t pick you-” the boy paused, “You are the best thing that's ever happened to me Y/N,”

“Then prove it,” you whispered and in an instant his hands were around her body closing the space between them and pressing his lips against hers. Your eyes stayed shut as you smiled softly returning the kiss only pulling away when your lungs burned and you needed to take a breath, “No more hiding?”

“No baby, all of Hogwarts will know you’re mine baby girl”

Draco let a small smirk appear on his face at your remark, raising an eyebrow at Cedric who had turned to the boy. His face had obviously dropped from it’s previous smirk. 

“Shut it Susie-” With that the girls were silent again, now both listening intently to you pour your heart out,

“Uhg I’m so lost because Cedric, he respects my space and never makes me wait and he calls exactly when he says he will. He's close to my mother, and talks business with my father. He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable”

“Butttt”

“Even breakin' down and coming undone, it was a roller-coaster kinda rush,” you let out another sigh  “And I, I never knew I could feel that much, but that's the way I loved him” you jumped up so you were standing on your bed, leaning dramatically against the wall behind you, “It’s not that Cedric isn’t amazing and everything a girl could ever want, but it's just,” you sighed looking down at the girls who had moved to sit on the edge of your bed, “He can't see the smile I'm faking.”

“Oh Y/N,” Hannah spoke up sympathetically,

“But my heart's not breaking 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all. Draco was wild and crazy, just so frustrating,” you groaned flopping back down, your tone more wistful when you spoke up again , “intoxicating, complicated, he got away by some mistake” she trailed off 

Over the past few days since the winter break ended Draco had been super distant, constantly avoiding you or making up excuses not to talk to you. It had been a few days by the time you finally were able to catch him alone. He was hunched over with his head in his hands in a corner of the library. You had just sat down when her eyes flicked over his arm and noticed something, you danced around the issue trying to make small talk with him but finally fed up with his short dismissive answers you decided just to address it,

“What is that Draco,” you snapped. You knew very well what it was, but nothing in you wanted to believe it was true. 

“I-I,”

“I thought you were different Draco,” 

“I-I, I had no choice”

“Bullshit” the words left your mouth before you could stop it, the feeling of betrayal too clear in your mind to let you think straight, “wasn’t it you who told me even in the most dire situations you always have a choice”

“Y/N I didn’t mean this”

“I really believed you Draco, I thought you loved me, you were using me weren’t you,”

“Y/N I was not, I never lied about anything I-”

“Oh really,”

“I never lied about my feelings for you Y/N, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me”

“You really expect me to believe you Draco? When you have a dark mark on your arm”

“Y/N please” his voice broke. His words were true, he had no choice, and he cared more about you than anyone else in his life, he would do anything for you. But you wouldn’t listen to him,

“I don’t want to hear it Draco, we’re done” you said plainly, trying to ignore everything in your heart telling you to hear him out, to comfort him, to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

You made a mistake, you knew it, but then there was Cedric, a sweet boy in your house who was nothing but kind towards you, he was perfect, but that was the problem. He was too perfect, you didn’t have the same fire and chemistry that came so easily with you and Draco, the conversations never flowed as smoothly, the kisses weren’t as passionate, you didn’t want to admit it, but he just was missing something, he wasn’t Draco. You had envisioned a life with Draco, you could see yourself walking down the aisle to him, there was something missing from Cedric where you could never let yourself daydream to that point. He was nice, a good guy but there was something missing. 

Draco was broken after you broke up with him, he felt as if a piece of himself was missing, something he hadn’t realized he needed until you were there, and something he realized he hadn’t appreciated enough when you were there. 

“And now, I miss our screaming and fighting and kisses in the rain when it's 2 a.m. and I was cursing his name, when I was so so in love that I acted insane, because that's the way I loved him” 

“Breakin' down and coming undone,” Hannah spoke up earning a nod from you,

“It's that roller-coaster kinda rush,”

“I never knew I could feel that much, but that's the way I loved him”

“You should tell him,”

“He probably hates me now, I can’t believe I let myself-”

“You were shocked Y/N,”

“I just, Cedric is an amazing guy, he’s everything anyone could ever need, but he’s not what I want, or who.”

Cedric let out a heavy sigh and looked back towards Draco. He sat frozen, eyes showing some sort of disbelief and longing, as much as he hated it, he knew what had to be done. 

“I think I’m going to break up with him” your voice spoke freezing everyone in both rooms, “I can’t keep leading him on like this, I don’t want to use him,”

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 08 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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A low knock on the door wakes you up. Your cheeks are stained by dry tears, and your head hurts. It takes a while for you to even process who's knocking, but you don't want to talk to him. “Go away.”

“(Y/N), I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have said those things, I didn't mean any of that.” He sounds defeated, tired, sad. It's hard to hear him through the door, but still, the last thing you want is to look at him right now.

“You made everything crystal clear, Billy.” You mumble, pulling a second blanket over your body. “Don't worry, I'll be leaving tomorrow.”

“(Y/N), please, I...” You hear him sigh, and your heart hurts for him. Hugging your pillow, you stare at the darkness. “These guys, they... They said some things and... It reminded me of my father.”

“Your father?” You ask because Billy never spoke of him. He did mention a stepsister, Maxine, and her mother Susan, but never the father. You knew he had a reason for it, but you never wanted to push him into telling you something he didn't feel comfortable with.

“Yes. He was a damn devil. He was abusive, he hit me, and what those idiots said to me today... It was the same things Neil once did and everything just came back and I...” He makes a pause, and you slowly sit up, looking at the door, the piece of wood separating you from Billy. “I shouldn't have said those things to you, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise. And I understand if you want to leave... But I just need you to know that I didn't mean any of that. You're nothing like those people. You're kind and honest and noble... You're... You're amazing, (Y/N), truly.” After some seconds, you listen as he walks away.

Your heart sinks at what he said. At the pain in his voice. And as much as you're hurt by his outburst, he did had a reason. Memories can be tough, they have the power to drag you back to the very moment they were created, and now, thinking about it, you did see a hint of sadness in Billy's eyes earlier, you just couldn't recognize it. So this is why he fled. He wasn't just running from a small town, he was running from living in hell to the place he felt like home.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up, leaving the blanket behind despite the cold air that makes you shiver. Slowly, you move to the door, trying to open it as quietly as you can. As soon as you're out, the low noise of the TV and a bluish light hits you.

Billy is seated on the couch, elbows on his knees, and his eyes on the floor. It takes a few seconds until he notices your presence, raising his eyes.

“I'm sorry your father was a dick.” You whisper, standing there, eyes locked with Billy. “And whatever those guys said, it isn't true. I don't know what it was, but it isn't true.” Making your way to the couch and sitting beside him, you notice the bruise on the apple of his cheek. “What's that?”

“He punched me and I punched back.” As he speaks, you touch his cheek, delicately. “It got me a warning from the company. If it happens again, I'm fired.”

“It happens again, you give me the name and address and I'll beat them up for you.” Leaning closer, you ignore his chuckle, placing a soft kiss on his bruise, but your lips barely touch his skin since you don't want to hurt him more than he's already hurt. “I mean it.” Then you start kissing him. His cheek, his jaw, the corner of his lips. “Don't you ever believe anything they say.” When you realize what you're doing, you pull away, blushing and looking down. “Well, you should go to sleep now. The bed is yours.”

Nodding, he hesitates a little before standing up. But when he does, he doesn't move. “You know... It's a double bed. We'd both fit there.” Billy reaches out his hand, and you look at it for a while, considering his idea before taking it.

“Yeah, it does.” Standing up, you walk with him back to the bedroom.

It happens silently, as if it had happened many times before. When you lie down, facing away from him, you both move at the same time. You search for his hand, to pull it over your waist, as he moves to do so. “Is it ok?”

“Yes.” You mutter, eyes already closed as you slowly sink into a peaceful sleep.

•

When the morning comes, you only notice because Billy starts moving. Groaning a little, and still very cold, you turn around, snuggling closer to his chest. “Don't go.” You beg, knowing it's still on the week days, which means Billy has to work. “You're so warm.” Taking a deep breath, you hook your leg around his waist, as if it could keep him from getting up.

“I have to go to work, but I'd stay if I had a choice.” He giggles, running a hand through your leg. “Funny, you're...” You feel his hand on your neck as he mutters something you don't understand. “That's not good.”

“What?” You whine, a little upset and embarrassed, since you just realize how your leg was around him, so you move it off.

“You're burning up.” Billy gets up suddenly, fixing the blankets around you. “I'll go get something from the drugstore to lower your fever.”

You didn't notice the fever. Well, you've been feeling cold, but you thought it was the air-conditioning. “No. I don't want you to be late because of me.” Pushing yourself up, you sit straight. “I can get it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Billy...” Jumping to your feet, you walk fast until you reach him by the door. “It's just a fever. There's no reason for you to worry.” Shyly, you take his hand. “Just do your stuff and I can get some medicine later.”

“No. You've been complaining about being cold for a few days, it's bad enough you'll have to be alone here, I'll–”

“I'll be fine. I can call Stacy. Remember she said she has the week off? I will ask if she can stay with me.” It's not a big deal, and you don't understand why Billy is so worried about it. “Really, I'm alright.”

He takes a deep breath, a hand cupping your face, his thumb softly caressing your skin. Yesterday's fight is long forgotten now, for both of you. “Alright. But I'll be at the Whaylands today. Anything happens you call there, and ask to talk to me. Say it's an emergency or something like that, ok?”

You don't know the Whayland's number, but you just nod. “I'll be fine, don't worry.” Smiling, you tiptoe a little but give up halfway, blushing and looking away.

“You can kiss me if you want.” He smirks, bending a little to capture your lips. It takes no time until you react, but when you remember you have a fever, you push him away. “What?” He sounds confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“I might have a cold or something. I don't want you getting sick so...” Shrugging your shoulders, you feel a little brave. “But when I'm better, I wouldn't mind kissing you.”

“That's good to know.” He smirks. “Now, call Stacy and ask her to stay with you. I'll take a shower and get ready to work.”

“Alright.”

Despite him saying you don't have to, you make him breakfast, and a sandwich he can eat on the road. Stacy comes a couple of hours later and you take the pills she brought you. You like Stacy, and you feel free to be yourself around her, the rules you once followed completely left behind. So you're laughing out loud all day, even taking a walk on the beach after lunch. You can't wait to tell her and the others the truth. Your real name at least. They still call you Lily, and as far as they know, you've been crashing on Billy's until you find a place for yourself. But you do want to tell the truth, and you hope they'll understand why you had to lie. But now, that's a distant thought. Jimmy shows up at the end of the afternoon after Stacy calls him. And, with you both annoying him to death, he starts making dinner, which only makes you and Stacy boss him around with giggles and jokes.

“No, listen up now.” He says after putting the chicken in the oven. “Enough with bugging me, you two. I wanna know something.” Raising an eyebrow, he gestures at you, dramatically slamming his hands on the table, making you roll your eyes. “You and Billy.” He says. “What's going on?”

Feeling your cheeks burning up, you clear your throat, looking at your hands. “Nothing.”

“I didn't take you for a liar," Stacy says, crossing her arms.

“I'm not...” Taking a deep breath, you run a hand through your hair. “I'm not lying. There's nothing between Billy and I. Just... We just kissed a few times but–”

“I knew it!” Stacy exclaims, cutting you off and startling you a little. “Since that day at the party when we met.”

“Really?” Despite being a little shy, you do want to know whatever she thinks she knows.

“Billy had a lot of... Flings. But he never stood up for any of them. He never truly cared. So when he beat up Chad like that... I knew something was off.” She exchanges a glance with Jimmy, smirking.

“And, c'mon, the way he looks at you is so cute.” Jimmy makes a funny voice and you giggle. “He's really into you. And Billy was never into anyone.”

“Of course he was.” You exclaim.

“No, no,” Jimmy speaks up, shaking his head lightly. “He gets a girl he finds attractive when he's bored, that's one thing. Being into someone is completely different.” As the plays with the dishcloth, he takes a seat across from you. “And I did find it weird when he suddenly stopped showing up with a different girl every day, and now I know why.”

“I don't know... I mean, we're good now, but... It's nothing official, so...” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, taking a deep breath. “But I'm happy the way things are now and who knows what may come next? I'll just take things slow.”

“You know what comes next.” Stacy chuckles. “Trust me, you'll two be dating in no time.”

“I bet,” Jimmy adds.

“Guys, just–” The door opening cuts you off, and you can't help but smile to see Billy. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, you.” He answers, glancing at the other two. “Hi, everyone else who doesn't live here.” Closing the door shut, he makes his way over you. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yup.” Nodding, you blush when he bends over to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good. I'll shower and... Something's burning.”

“Jimmy!” Both you and Stacy shout and the poor guy sets in motion, crouching in front of the oven.

“Please don't let Jimmy burn the kitchen to the ground,” Billy whispers on your ear before heading to the bathroom.

The chicken was burned, but Jimmy had the decency of taking those parts for himself. Other than that, he's quite a good cook. And this dinner is nothing like the formal meals you had back home. It's loud, filled with laughter and stupid jokes, that are no fun at all but make you laugh anyway. An hour later, after Jimmy went to the grocery store to buy chocolate bars for dessert, you're just seating at the table, fighting with Stacy for the last piece.

“Oh, listen up!” Jimmy raises his voice, making both you and Stacy quit arguing. And you decide to let her keep the bar. “I spoke to my grandfather's friend and... He'll give you a chance. So show up on Monday by nine and I'll start filling you up with everything you gotta know.”

“Oh my gosh, for real!?” You exclaim, a bright smile on your lips. “That's absolutely amazing. It'll be so fun working with you.” Standing up, you bend over the table a little to high-five Jimmy. “Great!”

“So... Will I have to ask?” Billy speaks up when you sit down again, staring at you.

“Well, I was waiting for an answer before telling you. Jimmy said something about a diving equipment store so I asked him to speak to the owner to get me a job.” Turning your body towards Billy, you smile. “And it seems like it's happening.”

“Are you sure you want an actual job?” He asks, and you know what he means. You never had a job before, and well, you don't understand much about diving stuff. But you want this. You want to have something to do, and you want to make some money too, despite the untouched bag of money you have.

“Yeah. Jimmy promised to teach me everything I need to know and he'll keep his promise or else nobody will ever hear of him again.” As you speak, you stare at Jimmy, lowering your voice.

“I'm not scared of you, Lily. But I'm scared of Billy so don't worry I'll keep the promise.” He winks at you, and you can tell he's bringing the Chad incident back again.

“You know what...” Stacy says, taking a dramatically deep breath and getting up. “It's a little late and I believe these two want some alone time so we should get going.”

“Agreed.” Jimmy quickly follows her lead. “Well, see you guys around.”

“Bye.” You mutter, already moving to the sink to do the dishes.

Billy joins and helps you, so it's done in only a couple of minutes. Then, you move to the couch, and you couldn't contain your happiness when you found Grease on TV, and somehow you managed to make Billy watch without complaining too much. At the beginning of the movie, you were seated normally, side by side, but as time went by, you started to move, closer and closer, until you're lying down, with Billy's chest pressed against your back in a spoon position. But the awkwardness faded soon enough, and you surrendered to the bliss of being held by him.

When the movie ended, you started singing along to the last song, trying to annoy Billy as much as you could. But up next is a horror movie, and of course, Billy is forcing you to watch it since he threw the remote control somewhere on the floor and won't let you get up to take it. But since it isn't very good, both of you started to lose interest.

“Hey...” He mutters. “Are you sure about this job thing? What if your father calls tomorrow saying this whole thing is over and you can go back home?”

“Uhm...” You weren't thinking about that. Actually, the life you're living now has easily become the only life you have. The rest feels more distant with every passing day. But the decision isn't hard to make. Now, you know what you want, and you will do what makes you happy. “I'd still show up on Monday. I want this job. I want to have a purpose in life, even if it's selling diving stuff.” Shrugging your shoulders, you furrow your eyebrows at a particularly disgusting scene.

“I don't think your parents would allow it,” Billy speaks low, and you feel as he moves the hair away from your neck, starting to run his fingers through the skin, so softly you barely feel it.

“To hell with me what my parents think.” His fingertips burn, but it makes you shiver at the same time. You can't help but close your eyes at the sensation, giggling a little when he touches a ticklish spot. “This feels nice.”

“Does it?”

You're about to answer when you feel his lips replacing his fingers, and breath gets caught in your throat. For a girl who had never truly kissed anyone before, this is a whole new level. “Oh...” You mutter, lightly elbowing him, mostly out of nervousness, when you feel his teeth on your skin. “Didn't take you for a biter, Hargrove.”

“Only if you ask.”

“Alright then...” Moving, you turn around until you're facing him, your lips chasing his as if it's a matter of life and death. And it kinda is. You felt like you were dead, suffocated by all the things you had to participate in, the friends you had to pretend to like, the formal meetings, the family business, the rules, and etiquette. Everything you didn't want to be. But when Billy came along, you felt like you were finally allowed to swim to the surface and breathe. Billy is real, he doesn't fake it. When he's angry, he's angry, and when he's sad, he's sad.

In a way, Billy brought back to life, down to Earth, and pulled you up among the clouds at the same time. Because that's where you are now, kissing him, for far too long maybe, with only a few pauses to catch a breath. It's addictive, inebriating, and you'd stay here forever if you could because nothing else matters. His hands run through your body, respectfully, never pushing you, never going too far. You'd never expect this from the Billy Gisele told you about.

“We should be together.” You let out once you break apart again, catching your breath. But you regret it because you might have ruined the moment... But you can't help but wonder how many girls Billy had, in the exact position you are now, making out, just so it'll all over the next day. And you don't want that. You want him, for more than just a couple of days... And yes, you failed. You are falling in love with Billy. Clearing your throat you shake your head. “I mean... I just thought...”

“Look at me.” With his index finger, he lifts your head so you're staring into his eyes again. “This won't ever be accepted by anyone in your circle. Parents, friends, relatives... You know that right? Nobody will support this relationship.”

“I don't need their support. I've been told what to do my whole life. What clothes to wear, what friends I should grow close to, what to major in... I'm tired of this shit, I want you.” It just comes out, too fast, and you don't even know what to say to cover it up. Because it's the truth. “California never felt like home to me until you came along. This... This place feels more like home than the house I grew up in.”

“I... I wish you could stay here.” Billy's voice it's so low it makes you wonder if you heard him right.

“Stay here as in... Mmm... Living here? Even after the gang is arrested?” Blushing, you decide to be brave and ask him. It's not like you could pretend you didn't hear it. And yes, living here sounds a lot better than going back to the house.

“Yeah.” He nods, taking a deep breath. “I can't give you a big ass garden, a pool or–”

“I'd trade all of that for kisses, so I think we'd be good.” Rolling your eyes, you cut him off, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, really?” In a fake menacing tone, Billy stars to move, trying to stay above you, but there's no enough couch and you start falling off.

“Billy, wait!” Laughing, you try to push him off. “I'm falling!”

“That's too bad.” Even though he doesn't stop and you do miss the couch completely, he manages to hold you by the waist, breaking your fall and instead, laying you softly on the floor before moving to hover above you, his body pressing yours against the cold ground.

Smiling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “You know I can–”

“Be my girlfriend.” Billy cuts you off, his face getting all serious suddenly. He's not joking.

“W-what?” It's not that you didn't get it, it's just that you can't believe. And, by the look on his face, he took that as a doubt. He's beginning to move away, but you grab a handful of his shirt, forcing him to stay where he is. “Yes.” You burst out, biting your lip. “I wanna be your girlfriend.”

The smile that comes to his lips is beautiful, breathtaking. Your favorite view in the world. “Good.” And with that, he leans down to kiss you again.

×

@multific @dontxfearxthereaper @nope-thanks @nikkixostan @shinydixon @clockworkballerina @infinitelycharmed23 @lilred91

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[tahitianmangoes]

TM’s Masterlist

I finally made a masterlist! I hope it’s helpful and I’ll do my best to keep it updated. Please be sure to read tags/warnings etc wherever possible!

• Pairings which are in bold are the main pairings of the fic if there are multiple pairings • Reader is always gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

All fics (other than headcanons) can also be found on my Ao3 if you prefer to read there.

Chaptered fics

Look On My Works - Complete  Arthur x Edmund Lowry Jr | NSFW | Kidnapping| Stalking| Murder| Drug Abuse | Stockholm Syndrome | Non Canon Compliant

To Be Dominated - WIP Arthur x Unnamed Master | NSFW | BDSM| Dom/sub dynamics | Master/pet dynamics

All I Have - Complete Dutch x Arthur, past!Dutch x Hosea | NSFW | Non-con | Dark fic | Angst | Character Death

The Beast In Me - Complete Arthur x reader, John x Abigail, Kieran x Mary-Beth | SFW | Werewolf AU | mild horror

Absolution- WIP Micah x Arthur | NSFW | Pining | Enemies to Lovers | Hurt/Angst

Oneshots

NSFW

Bark Like a Dog F!Reader x Dutch | NSFW | Pegging

Voyeur Dutch x Reader | NSFW | Daddy kink | Brat | Mafia AU

You’re Everything a Big Bad Wolf Could Want Dutch x F!Reader | |NSFW| Incubus/demon AU

Snow Falls Charles x Arthur | NSFW 

Rope Burns Charles x Arthur | NSFW | Rope Bondage

Won't You Be My Pet? Arthur x Dutch | NSFW | Spanking | Daddy Kink | Master - Pet

The Puppet Master Arthur x Dutch x John | NSFW | Threesome

Butterflies and Hurricanes F!Reader x Dutch x Arthur | NSFW | Daddy kink, |squirting |threesome |praise kink

We All Like a Bad Boy, Don’t We? (Not A Fucking Outlaw Though, Chris) F!Reader x Micah | NSFW

If you can't do the time, don't do the crime Arthur x Dutch x Charles | NSFW | Threesome | Praise Kink

Beg Me Micah x Arthur| NSFW | Hate-fuck

A Moment to Recuperate Dutch x Arthur | NSFW | Piss Kink | Desperation |

SFW

A Bullet with Your Name on it Micah x Dutch| SFW | Past relationships

Lilac Dutch x Hosea | SFW | 

Mending Clothes Reader x Charles| SFW

I Suppose Not Arthur x Albert | SFW | Drabble

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark No pairing | SFW | drabble/ficlet

Hard to Say Charles x Arthur | SFW | Fluff |

Sanctuary Dutch x Reader | SFW | Hurt/Comfort

The Sisters Grimshaw Dutch x Susan | SFW | Family Dynamics 

Headcanons

Put Him on His Knees, Give Him Something to Believe in Reader x The VDL Boys | Oral Sex | NSFW

Sad Reader Headcanons Reader x Arthur / Reader x Dutch / Reader x Hosea | SFW

Sub!Charles Headcanon Reader x Charles | NSFW | Light BDSM

Choking Headcanon F!Reader x Dutch / F! Reader x Arthur/ F! Reader x Javier / F! Reader x Charles | NSFW | Choking

Beginning of Relationship Headcanons Javier x Charles | NSFW | Sex

Pent Up Arthur Reader x Arthur | NSFW | Oral 

Smut Headcanons Arthur x Reader/Charles x Reader/ Javier x Reader | NSFW | Spanking, sex, oral

Requests

Tying Dutch up after Bronte's party Reader x Dutch | NSFW(ish) | Master/sub, light BDSM

Daddy Dutch Reader x Dutch | NSFW | Daddy kink| Master/sub

Dutch and Hosea teaching young Arthur to read and shoot No Pairing | SFW

Charles teaching f!reader to hunt (but she already knows how!) F!Reader x Charles | NSFW | Oral

I Know Who You Are Arthur x Trelawny | SFW | Angst

Charles Comforting Reader Reader x Charles | SFW | Comfort

Giveaways

Ferryboat F!Reader x Micah | NSFW

Stay By My Side Charles x Javier | SFW | Hurt/Comfort

He's A Little Tied Up Right Now... F!Reader x Dutch| NSFW | Gunplay| Oral sex

OC Content

The Story of Clementine Quinn Graphic Violence | Sad

How Clementine Got Her Name SFW | Sad 

Curiosity Killed the Cat Clementine x Micah | NFSW(ish) 

Alien SFW | Loneliness

Our Time Out East Clementine + Black Belle | SFW

When George Met Clementine Clementine x George | SFW

For more OC content, check out the tag

#masterlist #rdr2 fanfic #hopefully the links work now!

[ajnerdess]

The end of an era (Javier x reader angst)

So, as previously mentioned, I had this idea for a full fanfiction about the reader who is in a relationship with Javier who gets closer to Charles while he’s in Guarma and then the reader feels torn between the two and so I thought I would post bits and pieces of it (seeing as I don’t have time for another fully fleshed out fanfic) so here’s a chapter about how the reader is once Javier returns and they are in Beaver Hallow and she feels a distance between her and Javier as he grows more erratic and mean towards half the camp. Lots of angst and a lil fluff ahead….

You watched as Micah conversed with your lover Javier, not bothering to hold back a frown as you thought of Micah digging his claws into your love. Javier was a good man, a great man. He was kind, and brave and always stood for the right thing, that was, until recently. He followed Dutch blindly and grew more angry and confrontational towards Arthur, John and Charles in particular, going as far as to accuse John of betrayal when speaking to Bill and Micah. He grew short with you when you tried to make him see sense, that perhaps Dutch was no longer behaving in the interest of the gang and was losing his way, but Javier refused to see it, refusing to believe the man who saved his life and took him in could be capable of turning on his family.

You approached Javier and Micah, smoothing your hands over your legs nervously.

“Javier, could I have a word with you please? In private?”

Javier glanced up at you. “Later amor, later” he said.

You breathed out as you looked down at the ground. “Please?”

Micah growled, stabbing the table with his knife. “He’s busy sweetheart, he’ll deal with you later.”

You paused, waiting for Javier to defend you. The Javier you knew would have jumped to defend you, hell, he had punched Micah for insulting him a few months ago. You shot Javier a pleading look but he refused to meet your eyes and you stormed off, going to check on Karen as you left him to talk with Micah.

The gang was falling apart. Doubt and divide filled the camp, Molly was dead, shot by Susan. Hosea, Lenny, Sean, they were all gone, and when Javier and the others returned from Guarma, they had brought a sadness with them that had failed to leave the camp since. It didn’t help that Beaver Hallow was a horrible place, surrounded by angry Murphree Brood gang members looking for revenge since Arthur and Charles had cleared their people out of the camp.

You had tried to help Karen over her addiction to alcohol, but since losing Sean, she was a lost cause.

One of your few remaining friends, Charles had taken to helping Rains Fall and his tribe out and you had been helping him, until Javier had returned. Things had been strained between you both as a result, perhaps because Charles had always harboured feelings for you, and Javier’s return had meant you had stuck by your lover instead of going to Charles.

Everything was wrong. Everything was broken and after checking on Karen, you went to the edge of the camp, allowing yourself a moment to cry.

“Hey Y/N, everything ok?”

You wiped your tears before turning to see Arthur. He was thin, his eyes bloodshot and he had not been able to shift a nasty cough he had for weeks now. He was sick, with what you didn’t know, but seeing your friend in such a condition was hard to watch.

“Oh, Arthur, hello, yes I’m fine thank you, are you alright?”

Arthur stood next to you and stared down at you. You hated when people asked you how you were when you felt this way, it seemed to drive you to tears more, and you didn’t do much of anything but cry lately.

Arthur sighed as he looked out to the mountains. “I’m alive, for now at least, that seems to be about as well as the rest of us are doin’ at the minute, listen is Javier treatin’ you right? I notice he’s been acting up in camp, you don’t have to tell me anythin’ darlin’ I just want to know you’re safe.”

You nudged him affectionately, before looking at the ground, feeling tears sting your eyes.

“He’s just, I just wish he could see Dutch’s faults, and Micah, always talking in his ear, he’s poisoning him Arthur, I know he is. But he just thinks I’m nagging him, trying to isolate him from his friends, he can’t see I’m just worried because I care. I don’t know what to do Arthur, I don’t know if even loves me anymore Arthur, I seem to annoy him all the time.”

You felt Arthur’s hand on your shoulder. “I know darlin’, half the damn camp are actin’ like fools and they can’t see the woods through the trees nowadays, Javier ain’t like the others though, he ain’t stupid like Bill, or mean for mean’s sake like Micah, he’ll see sense. He loves you, I know that, always has, that love ain’t goin’ anywhere darlin’ you just, stay strong.”

You hugged Arthur softly, but as you did, he was seized by a coughing fit, you patted his back and waited for it to ease, the force of it practically taking his breath away.

“Oh Arthur, I have a recipe for a tonic that might ease that coughing a little, will you let me make you some, please? It’s the least I could do.”

He shook his head. “I’m fine darlin’ please, don’t trouble yourself.”

You took his hand in your own. “Please Arthur, please let me help, you’re my friend, let me help you.”

He paused before nodding. “Ok, ok fine, just don’t trouble yourself too hard for it.”

You nodded before going towards your tent. As you approached, you saw Javier talking to Charles as he tried to mend the carriage.

“What’s your problem brother?”

Charles looked up at Javier from where he was kneeling. “No problem.”

“No you got a problem, look at how you’re acting” Javier retorted.

You walked closer, watching Javier and Charles argue was painful to watch.

“I don’t have a problem, do you have a problem?” Charles asked.

“I don’t know yet” Javier threatened.

You stood between them. “Javier stop, just leave him alone, please, please, look at me, leave it, please” you begged him.

“Use your brain friend, use your brain” Javier said, ignoring you.

“I’ll use my brain, and you use yours” Charles replied, calm as always.

“Oh, you wanna die?” Javier threatened, causing you to reach out and touch his chest. “Javier! Stop, please, will you stop this?”

Javier continued to ignore you. “You’re making a dumb choice man” he told Charles.

“I made no choices” Charles answered, standing up as he faced Javier.

Javier reached around you and spat at Charles’ feet before storming off.

You stood there in disbelief, you had never seen Javier behave so cruelly to those he called friends before. Charles wiped his shoe on the ground as he shook his head.

“Are you alright?” you asked him.

“Fine” he answered.

You looked at him for a moment. “I’m, I’m so sorry Charles, I’m sorry” you said and finally your tears fell as you gripped the side of the carriage, feeling the onset of emotion hit you.

Charles instinctively reached out to you, touching your arm softly. “It’s alright Y/N, it’s not your fault he’s like this.”

You frowned as your tears fell. “I don’t know what’s happening Charles, this isn’t like him, he isn’t cruel. He isn’t a bad man, but whatever happened in Guarma has changed him. I can’t even talk to him anymore, he won’t listen to me, he thinks I’m trying to cause problems, he doesn’t even see me half the time. He’s slipping away and I can’t, I don’t know how to fix this.”

You wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around Charles but Javier had already threatened him, if he saw you hugging him, god knows what he would do to the poor man you cared for so deeply.

Charles gave you a look of sympathy, he wasn’t sure what to say in truth. Javier had changed. His behaviour was inexcusable and Charles wasn’t sure how best to comfort you.

“It will be alright Y/N, things will work out, he’ll see sense, he’s just, confused.”

You nodded, touching his hand on your shoulder gently. “Charles, you are too kind to me, I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry for Javier’s behaviour, if he, if he threatens you again, will you please let me know?”

Charles smirked. “I think I can handle myself against him Y/N, but if he keeps making you cry, not sure I’ll be able to hold myself back from giving him a piece of my mind.”

You sighed, not wanting your friends and lover to fight anymore. You decided to try and speak to Javier.

He was whittling down by the river alone and he barely looked up at you when you sat by his side.

“Javier, what did Charles do to warrant such threats?”

He pressed his knife against the wood harder. “Always sneaking off against Dutch’s orders, working with others, been with us less than a year and he’s already disloyal.”

“He started helping Rains fall when you and the others were gone, he doesn’t mean any harm, he’s a good man, like you, you know that.”

Javier huffed. “He should be staying with us and only us, instead of sneaking off to others.”

“He didn’t deserve your anger Javier” you said quietly.

He stood up and went to leave. “Fine, take his side, go against me.”

You stood up and grabbed his arm, holding him back. “No wait, please Javi, don’t go, don’t shut me out, I love you, I want to understand you, please don’t shut me out again.”

He paused, staying put. He looked up at you. “You have to trust me querida, you have to trust Dutch, if we trust him, he’ll get us out of this mess and we can escape this life and be together, get married, have babies, just like you wanted.”

You moved to hold his hands softly. He made everything sound so good, so achievable even now.

“Javier, I know you love Dutch, I know you trust him and I know you think you owe him for saving your life, but, lately, Dutch’s choices have been more and more erratic, whatever happened in Guarma, it wasn’t good, for any of you I can see that. But I think it might have changed Dutch for the worst. I don’t think he’s the man you think he is, I don’t think he’s the same man who saved you.”

Javier snatched his hands back from yours. “You don’t know him like I know him. I trust him, I listen to him, he’s always gotten us out of trouble.”

“And what of Davey? Jenny? Mac, Sean, Lenny, even Hosea Javier, Dutch’s plans led to their deaths.”

Javier frowned. “You’re blaming him for their deaths? It’s the life we live y/n, it’s tough, people die. It isn’t Dutch’s fault.”

“His plans are getting more and more rushed, nonsensical, please Javi, you must see that.”

“I trust him” Javier repeated.

“And what of me? Don’t you trust me anymore? Do my words mean nothing anymore? Don’t you love me anymore?”

Javier faltered, his hands going to your face. “Of course I love you mi amor, of course I trust you. That’s why I’m doing all of this, that’s why I’m keeping to the plan, because I love you, because I want you safe, can’t you see that? Everything I do is because I love you, it’s all for you.”

“I wish you could see Javi, I wish you could see the truth, you have to believe me when I say, when the chips are down, Dutch will save himself, and only himself. We need to start thinking about our own lives” you said quietly.

Javier pulled away again, frowning at you. “Are you trying to get me to choose between you and Dutch?”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that, truly I don’t. But I wish you could see that I want you to be safe, Dutch wants you to help him for his own gain, why would I say any of this unless I loved you? Do you think I enjoy this? Do you think I want you to choose? I just want you to see sense Javi, please.”

Javier threw his hands up. “Unbelievable. Arthur and Charles are poisoning you against me, I have to go, Dutch wants me for something. I’ll make sure I don’t tell anyone about this conversation, I suggest you do the same, Susan’s pretty trigger happy when it comes to traitors.”

You flinched at that, it felt like a threat. Your lover, your Javier, calling you a traitor for wanting him to be safe.

That night you went to sleep alone in the tent you shared with Javier. It felt cold without your lover by your side, and you held the blankets closer to you as you tried to reclaim some warmth.

Hours later, when you were half asleep, you felt arms reluctantly close around you. You felt Javier hold you close, breathing in your scent.

“I hate fighting with you mi amor. I love you so much, I wish you could see that, there was a time when you believed that querida” he whispered.

You turned, resting your hands on his around your waist. “I do believe you love me Javi, as I love you. I love you so much.”

He leaned forward, kissing you gently. “You’ll see hermosa, I’m going to get us out of this life. I’m gonna marry you and give you the life you deserve.”

You cuddled in closer to him. “Just survive long enough for that to happen my love.”

With that you fell asleep together in each other’s arms.

You woke in the middle of the night to a strange feeling something was wrong. Javier was still asleep next to you so you ventured outside your tent. You walked to the edge of the camp where Charles was tending to Taima. As you approached, you saw he was loading his things onto her. He turned to face you, giving you a sad look as your eyes widened.

“Charles, are you leaving?”

He nodded slowly. “I can’t stay here anymore y/n, the gang is, well, all but gone. I have a chance to move on with Rains Fall’s people, a chance at peace.”

You nodded slightly, understanding why he would leave. “You were going to go without saying goodbye?”

Charles blinked as he looked down. “I thought, I thought it might be easier, I didn’t want to make things harder than they needed to be by saying goodbye.”

“So you thought leaving without saying goodbye would make things easier?”

He met your stare. “I’m sorry hummingbird.”

You stepped forward. “Charles, I’ll, I’m sorry, sorry for everything, sorry for all of this” you told him.

“It’s not your fault. None of it is. You were, you were the best part of this gang, you made me stick around with people longer than I have before, I don’t want to leave, but it’s too dangerous.”

You nodded before throwing your arms around him, his warmth enveloping you as he held you back.

“I’ll miss you Charles, so much.”

He held you close, you felt his lips against your neck as he held you and finally, he stepped back.

“Y/N, come with me, I know you love Javier, but I could keep you safe. I love you, I think you know that, that you’ve always known that. Come with me and we can escape together, live a life of peace” he asked you, holding you at arms length.

You considered it, a part of you loved Charles too, if Javier hadn’t returned from Guarma, you saw a life between you and Charles but Javier was here, and you had loved him for so long, and he loved you, despite it all. Could you really leave him for Charles?

You touched his chest, he was so broad and warm, even the touch of him made you feel safe.

“I’m sorry Charles, I can’t leave Javier. If he, if anything happened to him, I could never forgive myself, I’m so sorry, if things were different, I would run away with you in a second, I would start a life with you. You are a good man Charles, the best and I wish I could, I wish I could be there for you, but I love Javier, and I have to stay loyal to him, I’m so sorry.”

Charles nodded solemnly. “I understand hummingbird. I understand. Please stay safe. I wish you every happiness, I hope you find everything you want in this life, you are a great woman, you deserve to be happy.”

He kissed your forehead before he mounted Taima. You touched his leg affectionately before stroking Taima’s nose softly.

“Goodbye girl, I’ll miss you terribly too, such a good girl” you told Taima who nudged at you.

“Charles, be safe, I wish you every happiness too, if I don’t see you in this life again, I’ll look for you in the next. Goodbye” you told him.

He nodded once before finally leaving. You watched him go, until he was nothing but a spec in the distance. 

Javier was all you had now.

Wow, that was way more depressing than i initially intended! These RDR2 feels are bloody heartbreaking! I have a plan to do a second part of this (which won’t be as depressing...... i hope) sorry for hurting anyone, i feel like nobody needs angst writing at the minute, but i couldn’t help it, my fingers just kept typing, i couldn’t control it!

#rdr2 #charles smith #red dead redemption 2 #javier escuella #my writing #fanfiction #angst #mywriting #fanfic #rdr

[mediocre--writing]

Highway to Hell

Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: After being stuck in the Upside Down for a month, you return, only to have to fight off the same monster that had been haunting you there, but what sort of friendships can form out of a bit of shared trauma and good taste in music?

Word Count: 4045

Warnings: talk of blood, language, the Upside Down and all its horrors

Not gonna lie, this is kinda out of character for Billy, but I’ve had this idea for like a week so... enjoy

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” a male voice was heard through the trees.

“Yeah it’s me,” replied another voice, not quite as deep, but still loud, “Don’t cream your pants.”

“What’re you doing here, amigo?” The first voice asked, and sounded louder the closer you got.

“I could ask you the same thing,” You heard the second voice, and the rest of the conversation could barely be heard over your ragged breathing and beating heart.

You sped up, ducking under trees as you got closer to the light, a house light, and you soon realized where you were.

This was the Byers’ house.

And one of the voices you’d heard was Steve’s, and that gave you a bit more energy to walk faster towards the house.

“... and you lie to me about it,” The other voice says as you finally break through the woods, finally feeling the muscles in your back relax as you saw a familiar face.

But as you heard rustling behind you, you remembered why you’d been out of breath and exhausted in the first place. You walked quickly, catching Steve’s eye as he was talking to the other boy.

“Get inside, now!” You yelled as you limped quickly to Steve, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm as you grabbed his arm and tried to drag him inside.

“Wh-Y/n--What the hell?” Steve’s eyes were darting around the outside and he looked into your eyes as you tried to shove him inside.

Though, he had every right to be confused as hell, you’d gone missing almost a month ago and they’d just assumed that you’d been killed by a Demogorgon or something, given they never found your body and soon after, this whole thing with the Mind Flayer started. But you were here.

You were covered in blood, scratches, and ripped clothing, but you were alive, and still trying to shove Steve into the Byers’ house.

“They’re still in the woods, Steve, go inside now, they were chasing me earlier,” Your voice was shaky and your breathing was picking up the longer you stood outside, “Go, go, go, go!”

Steve finally complied as you shoved/held onto his arm for support as you walked to the porch.

Billy, who was not notified of the multi-dimensional-horror that Hawkins was, still stood by his car, confused.

“You too, inside! Now!” you turned around and screamed at Billy, who was taken aback by both your attitude and the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“NOW!”

That put a pep in his step as he walked, albeit confused, to the porch as you opened the Byers’ front door, coming to see all the kids, plus another little redhead.

All of them were crowded on the couch, heads snapping towards the open door as they saw the three teenagers walk in, you still shoving Steve inside and waiting for Billy to get in before slamming the door and locking it.

“Y/n?!” The boys shouted as they all watched you look out the windows in the living room and kitchen into the woods, checking for any monsters.

They looked to Steve in question, though he had no answers for them.

Billy was still standing by the door in confusion, taking note of the shattered window, papers crawling up the walls and through the house, his step-sister cowering behind the Party, and the random girl from the woods acting like a paranoid schizophrenic.

“Y/N!” Dustin yelled, finally holding your attention as you looked away from the window, bracing yourself on the kitchen counter as you looked at all the kids.

Your eyes were more tired than ever, blood covering various parts of your clothes, just a ripped flannel and even more destroyed jeans, the same thing you’d been wearing a few weeks ago the last they’d seen you.

“Where have you been?” Steve asked, more gently than Dustin’s loud voice, but still filled with confusion and concern.

“Upside down,” They all looked up to you with varying levels of shock.

“I told all you bitches!” Dustin yelled to the rest of the Party, “I knew she was in there, and none of you believed me!”

“...Dustin,” Steve rolled his eyes as he tried to ignore the preteens’ outburst.

“How long have I been gone?” You asked shakily, all of them staring at you with sadness floating in their eyes.

“Little over a month...” Mike said.

“A fucking month!” you shouted, looking over to Steve who nodded in confirmation. “Well, shit,”

“How did you get back?” Lucas asked, flicking his eyes to you and then around the house and the mess that was created.

“...I fell in a hole?” You scratched the back of your head, “I was running from the Demogorgon, then I fell into this tunnel system thing and I found this really shallow part and I climbed out. Next thing I knew I was running from smaller Demogorgons through the woods and I saw the porch light.”

“What the fuck?” all heads turned to Billy, who none of them had registered was there, as he looked around at all the people there.

“Shit,” Max muttered, still not exactly understanding your significance in being here, but knowing that her stepbrother was involved just made everything more complicated.

“Who is he?” you asked, you hadn’t seen him around before you disappeared.

“Billy, and that’s his sister, Max,” Steve responded.

“Stepsister,”

“Stepsister,” both of the new faces responded at the same time, glaring at one another once they realized they’d spoken together.

“And their significance is?” You asked quietly to Steve, who had moved closer to you in the kitchen.

“Max is friends with the boys and helped us earlier, and I’m pretty sure Billy was looking for her? Not really sure though, he’s a bit of an asshole if you ask me,” Steve said, trying to be quiet, but everyone heard everything he said.

You scoffed, running a bruised hand through your hair, it getting caught in knots that had formed.

You were looking around the room again, “Where are the others? If there’s more shit going on, then where is everyone else? Is Will ok?”

Steve looked to his feet, “We did save Will, but now there’s something wrong again, he’s possessed or some shit, and we’ve split up--”

“Stupid…”

Steve rolled his eyes, “We split up and Will is getting the Mind Flayer burned out of him, El is closing the gate--”

“And we’re stuck here,” Dustin complained.

“We are staying safe!”

“Ok…”

“This is some cult shit,” Billy muttered, half mortified at what was happening, “Max you need to come home,”

“I can’t,”

“Uh, yeah, you can. And you are,” Billy said as he walked closer to Max, the boys pushing her behind them.

“Billy,” Steve spoke up from the kitchen, seeing how he towered over the kids.

“Shut up, Harrington!” He snapped, “Max come on, Susan wants you home and this is not falling on my head!”

“No!” Max yelled again, “We have to help our friends! They’re not safe!”

“I don’t care, that’s not my problem, Maxine!”

“No way, Billy!”

“Max!” Billy’s voice was rising again.

“No!”

“Max!”

“HEY!” You yelled, feeling goosebumps rising on the back of your neck, putting a hand to cover them. “There’s something wrong,”

“What?” Billy asked with a look of disbelief.

“What?” The boys asked with concern.

“The thing that controls the Upside Down, it’s angry or close to us or something, either way, it’s not happy.”

“El’s trying to close the gate and they’re trying to burn him out of Will, do you think it has to do with that?” Mike asked, concern rising higher and higher by the second.

“If they’re trying to stop it, then definitely.” You nodded.

“Then we have to go, Steve!” Dustin shouted, “I know you want to look after us and shit, but we need to do something. NOW!”

“No, you little shits aren’t gonna go walking into danger! I promised Nancy--”

“Oh, screw Nancy!”

“Dustin!” Mike said, a little angry at the insult towards his sister.

“Sorry!” Dustin said to Mike, turning back to Steve, “But this is important, and we can do this and stay safe! If you come, you can protect us, come on!”

Billy blinked like twenty times, as if it would clarify what was happening, “The fuck?”

“Come on Steve! Can we take your car?” You asked as you approached Billy, still limping a little bit.

“No!” Billy said harshly, very protective of his car.

“Please!” you and the kids all begged.

“You are all fucked in the head if you think I’m letting you use my car for your little scavenger hunt!”

“I have been stuck in a hellhole for the past month and I want to kill this thing so by the good graces of God, GIVE US YOUR KEYS!” You yelled at him, taking him by surprise as he backed away from you a step or two.

“Billy, please!” Max begged.

“No!”

Max looked around the room, seeing Steve’s nail bat, picking it up, and holding it as if she was gonna swing it at Billy.

“Give us your keys, Billy!”

“Holy shit, what is wrong with you all?!”

“Keys!” Max yelled again.

Billy fished into his pockets, “I’m driving,”

“Fine, let’s go,” Max said, handing the bat over to Steve, who took it with an impressed look on his face, he’d never seen Billy give in, especially not that quickly.

Everyone was rushing around the house, gathering goggles and face coverings wherever they could find them, preparing to go into the tunnels.

“You sure you’re ok to go?” Steve asked you as you sat at the dining table, “I mean you keep limping and you just got back from… that place, you sure you want to go back?”

“I don’t really want to go, but I know how these dogs work and how to fight them off pretty well, and you know I’d do anything to help Will… help any of the kids, really.”

“Only if you’re sure,” Steve said, holding a fist up.

You bumped your fist against his, “I’m sure,”

“This is nice and everything, but we should probably get going,” Billy said sassily as the kids began filing out the door.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Hargrove,” Steve teased as they walked towards the door.

“Oh, bite me, Harrington,” Billy taunted in return.

You turned to the boys who were still standing on the porch, agitated at their fighting, “You can both continue your lover’s quarrel once we save the world, alrighty?”

They both looked appalled at the suggestion that they were anything other than mere acquaintances, which caused a grin to form on your face.

They’d all piled into the car, Billy in the driver’s seat, Steve next to him, and you and the kids piled in the back.

You’d considered putting one of the kids in the trunk, but none of them really wanted to, so You were shoved into the far left, Max on your lap, and the boys were all crammed next to you.

It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but it was doable, especially for how fast Billy was driving. Lucas was shouting directions from the backseat and Steve was screaming for Billy to slow down, or else they’d all die far sooner than preferable.

Once they’d made it to the tunnel entrance, they began to open the trunk and gather everything they brought, goggles, bandanas, gasoline, etc.

You went closer to the tunnel entrance, looking around the farm it was dug into.

“This is how I got out,” you said to nobody in particular, just voicing your own thoughts.

“Really?” Dustin asked, “At least we know it really goes into the Upside Down and it’s not just a lucky guess,”

You gave a noise of agreement as you turned back to the car, putting a bandana over your face, goggles over your eyes, and grabbed a can of gasoline.

The boys were tying a rope to Billy’s car that led to the hole.

“I swear, if this is some elaborate prank, I’m gonna kill everyone here,” Billy grumbled as he put the goggles over his eyes.

“This better not be a prank,” you said just as quietly, knocking your shoulders against Billy’s, “I’ve gone through too much emotional turmoil for this to be pretend,”

You both locked eyes, sharing a look of understanding before returning back to Steve and the kids.

“Ready?” Mike asked.

“This is still a bad idea,” Steve argued.

“Nobody asked for your two cents, Steve,” Dustin snapped, looking into the hole.

You all began the descent into the Upside Down, not quite sure what to expect.

“I’m pretty sure it’s this way!” Mike yelled to the group.

“You’re pretty sure or you’re certain?” Dustin asked, verifying how to get to the hub.

“I'm 100% sure. Just follow me and you'll know,” Mike responded, walking ahead down the tunnels.

Steve made a comment about how it wasn’t going to be his fault that they all got hurt and walked to the front of the group, the kids in the middle, and you and Billy in the back.

It wasn’t too hard to work your way through the tunnels, and you were all pretty prepared for the Demo-dogs if they attacked. Steve had his bat, you found an axe in the shed, and Billy was carrying a particularly pointy shovel.

You got to the hub with minimal disturbances, Dustin’s short run in with the floating things in the air getting into his mouth only being a minor setback on the journey.

Gasoline was spread around the hub, being sprayed on the top and poured all over the floor and walls, eventually emptying every vessel you were carrying.

Steve went into his pockets for his lighter, until a look of realization took over his face as he realized, “I forgot my lighter,”

All the kids began to groan and complain at Steve until Billy pulled out a lighter from his jacket pocket, dangling it between his fingers as the kids noticed that they were saved.

Dustin snatched it from his hand, opened it, and threw it into the hub.

“You’re welcome,” Billy snarked as they all began to run down the tunnels, away from the hub.

They were sprinting, no looking back, until Mike was screaming that something got his foot.

Dustin was trying to pull him away, Steve and Billy screaming for everyone to get back, and you brought the axe down on the little vine that had wrapped around his foot.

Everyone calmed down to keep walking on as they heard a snarl from behind them.

Turning to see a Demo-dog, the kids, minus Dustin, walked behind the older boys and you, shielding themselves from the beast.

While Dustin was… talking to the beast?... Billy had pushed Max further behind him, backing up himself as well, just to be cautious.

“Why is he talking to that thing?” You asked, curious.

“He’s friends with it,”

Your curiosity only grew.

“He fed it nougat once and now their besties, I don’t know!” Lucas whisper-shouted as an explanation.

Dustin knelt down to feed the monster as you all cringed at the action, but were able to sneak past as it ate a 3 Musketeers bar.

Steve had led the kids, and you had shoved them from behind, more eager than anyone to get out of those tunnels alive.

As the rope and hole came into view, roaring and chittering could be heard in the distance, the kids being ushered up first, followed by Steve, but the growls were drawing closer and closer.

Steve had just made it up the rope as the Demo-dogs had rounded the corner, heading straight for you and Billy, who both had their make-shift weapons up and ready.

Your weapons proved fruitless as the Demo-dogs ran right past the both of you, seeking to reach another location rather than eat the two of you alive.

One of the dogs ran into your knees, knocking you off balance, but Billy grabbed your waist before you fell, shovel in one hand, you wrapped in his other.

Staring in shock as the last of the dogs went down the tunnel, Billy lifted you up to the rope, where Steve and the kids grabbed your hand and pulled you the rest of the way. Billy shimmied up the rope soon after.

A few moments after you were all around the hole, the car lights illuminating the field began shining brighter and brighter, eventually hitting a blinding glow before dimming back down again.

“Eleven,” Mike murmured.

“Why’s he talking about a number?” Billy asked as he stood up from where he was sitting on the ground.

“You say that like it’s the weirdest thing to happen today,” you joked as you laid on the dirt.

“Short story: Eleven is our friend, she has superpowers, she closed the gate to the Upside Down, saved the world, all that cool stuff,” Dustin filled in quickly.

“You alright, Y/n?” Steve asked as he looked to you laying on the ground, eyes closed, breathing becoming more steady.

You made a grunt as you wiped your hand across your forehead, getting rid of any dirt or sweat you had. You heard someone sit next to you. Peeking one eye open, you noticed Steve closest to your head, Billy sitting near your legs, and the kids scattered around as well, all looking almost as exhausted as you felt.

You started giggling out of pure exhaustion as they all stared at you.

“What’s so funny?” Max asked, looking to Steve and you.

“I’ve been stuck in another dimension for a month and the second I get back I have to fight the same monster dog things but in the real world, and I also just realized that I have not slept at all this past month.”

You were still laughing as the others began to chuckle as well, fueled by the long few days they’d had.

“I’m sure you’ll catch up, you slept all the time before anyway” Steve said through his own laughter, earning a punch in the stomach for that comment.

“You know what?” You asked, eyes still closed, head rested in your hands, back against the dirt.

“Hm?”

“I really want a cheeseburger,”

“After all this, you want a cheeseburger?” Steve asked.

“No, I wanna get a cheeseburger now,”

“Any specific reasoning to this craving?”

“I don’t think I’ve eaten in the past month.”

“If you didn’t have food then how did you survive?” Lucas asked incredulously. “Did you even have clean water?”

You scoffed as you sat up, hands holding your weight behind you. “It only felt like a day, like maybe four or five at most. I didn’t think I was in there all that long, to be honest.”

“I’d be down for a cheeseburger right about now,” Billy said out of nowhere.

“Yeah,” Dustin agreed.

“Alright, let’s feed you heathens,” Steve grumbled as he stood up, walking to the trunk to pull his gear off and throw his bat inside.

“Don’t fucking touch my car, Harrington!” Billy shouted from where he sat.

“Oh my God!” Steve flung his arms in the air, “It’s not like I want to wreck your car, I just wanted to put my stuff away!”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re doing, Harrington!” Billy stood from his spot as well, throwing his stuff into the trunk as well, then sitting in the driver’s seat and starting the car, still yelling at Steve through the window.

“They always like this?” You asked the kids.

“Not really sure, this is the first time we’ve seen them interact,”

“Well, it’s entertaining as hell,” You giggled.

“Do you wanna get cheeseburgers or not!?” Billy yelled from out the window.

You scrambled to get up, “Shotgun!”

“NO!” Steve yelled as you ran to the car.

“You got it on the ride here!”

“I don’t wanna sit with the kids in the back, it’s too squished!”

“Suck it, Steve!” you yelled, ushering him into the back seat, then waiting for all the kids to sit with him, then pushing the passenger seat into its proper place and making yourself comfortable.

You all drove off to get burgers, going about a mile or two out of Hawkins to a McDonalds that was open 24/7, Billy even allowing you full reign of the radio as you drove, to the pure shock of Max, who wasn’t allowed to even look at the radio most times.

You all enjoyed the rest of your peaceful night, Steve making a phone call to the Byers to check in and say that you were fine, and in return everyone else was alright. He also informed her of your reappearance, to which she was overjoyed with the news.

Your mis-matched and, honestly, absolutely disgusting group was shoved into a corner booth as Steve stood by the counter waiting for your absolutely absurd amount of food to be ready.

Once it was on the table, you all dug in. Max and Lucas were (not-so) subtly flirting next to one another, Mike next to Lucas on the outside of the bench, devouring his chicken nuggets.

Next to Max was Billy, then you, then Steve, then Dustin.

You were on your third hamburger when a paper straw had been shot at your forehead.

Looking up, you saw a guilty looking Dustin, a snarky looking Lucas, and Max, who was trying, and failing, to keep in her giggles at the scene. The whole table erupted in laughter for the nth time that night, and continued to chatter joyously as you ate, eventually getting ice cream from the not-so-thrilled workers who were tired and didn’t want to clean your mess after you left.

It was finally calming down at the table when a few familiar chords played through the speakers.

You looked to Steve, who was giving you a warning glance, as if to say don’t you dare, but you started nodding your head along as the music continued.

“Excuse me!” You shouted to one of the girls at the counter, “Is there any way you can turn this song up?”

She nodded at you with a smile and she went to the back, the music playing much louder than before as the song really began.

“Livin’ easy! Livin’ free! Season ticket on a one way ride!” You shouted, much to the entertainment of the kids at the table, and earned an annoyed Steve to roll his eyes at your childish behavior.

You continued singing, not letting anyone tear you down as you were standing on the seat singing your heart out.

When it got to the chorus, you felt Billy brush your leg, and you realized that he was standing on the seat as well.

“My friends are gonna be there too! I’M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL! ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!”

You and Billy had been singing into invisible microphones as you sang with vigor, even playing air guitar at one point.

The kids eventually began singing as well, Steve even mumbling the lyrics under his breath, much to the enjoyment of the workers who were having a very dull night before you all showed up.

Max was watching her brother smile more than he had since she’d known him as he rocked out with a girl he really didn’t know, and he didn’t seem to be making it weird, as if he wanted to get into her pants.

He was just happy.

And under the moonlight and the golden arches of McDonalds at three in the morning, who wouldn’t be happy?

Certainly not Steve, who finally had his best friend back.

Certainly not Mike, who finally got Eleven back.

Certainly not Lucas and Max, who had found comfort in one another.

And certainly not you and Billy, who had created a friendship that would last for ages.

What was it that they said about shared trauma? That it made you closer? You were no expert, but after the night you’d just had, between fighting for your lives and having a dance party at McDonalds, you’d say that you weren’t gonna let Billy Hargrove go for a while.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #billy x reader #x reader #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things 2

[jobean12-blog]

A Strict Lesson

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x reader (Proffessor AU)

Word Count: 1,063

Summary: You visit him one night when he’s staying late to finish up some work

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the amazing prompt below sent in by @prunes-said-bucky I went with Charles here because I enjoy writing him and have been itching to do  a little professor AU. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading. Much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: teasing, flirting, dirty talk, light cursing, male and female masturbation, smut (18+ only please ;) 

“Professor. There’s someone here to see you.” Charles looks up from his paperwork for a brief moment, his eyebrows drawn together in curiosity. “Thanks Susan. You can send them in and head out for the day. I’m going to be another hour or so finishing this.” Giving him a slight nod, she walks to the door, holding it open for you to enter.

With a small smile you thank her and shut the door behind you, locking it with a loud click. That gets Charles’ attention and he pins you with a warning glare. “Hello darling. What did I tell you about visiting me at work?” Your lips form a pout as you remove your coat and throw it over the arm of the couch, sauntering toward his desk.  

“Well, you said you were going to be late today, and I missed you.” Running your finger along the smooth wood you move around it to stand beside his chair. He leans back, spreading his legs wide and motioning for you to take a seat. You do as he asks, crossing your legs and leaning into him while you rub his tie between your fingers.

His large hand rests on your knee and his fingers play with the hem of your dress. “You can sit quietly until I’m finished, then I’ll take you home.” The tone of his voice leaves no room for argument and holds promises for what later will bring. Giving him a sweet kiss, you stand and go sit on the couch, pulling your book from your bag.

You try to keep yourself occupied with reading but rapidly lose interest as you watch Charles from the corner of your eye. Removing your sweater, you carefully lay it over your jacket, smiling up at Charles when you feel his stare. “I was getting a little warm,” you say coyly, returning your attention to the book. You cross and uncross your legs several times in an attempt to remain poised, quickly losing the battle as you sink deeper into your lascivious thoughts.

“Sweetheart.” You look up, feigning surprise when Charles crooks his finger at you. Standing you slowly walk over to his desk. “Yes, my love.” He swiftly turns you around, grasping the zipper of your dress and pulling it all the way down. He delicately brushes the straps from your shoulders and lets it pool at your feet, running his hand over the bare skin of your ass.

“Did you think I wouldn’t catch on to the little game you’re playing. Coming into my office after hours, tight dress, no underwear. Tsk tsk kitten. I know what you want.” Turning to face him you rest your hand over the bulge in his pants and give him a squeeze. “Then let me have it,” you counter, your gaze never wavering.

“Sit,” he commands, and you push yourself back onto his desk. You watch as he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie before unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. They slide to the floor in a heap of fabric and you grab his tie, pulling his mouth to yours. He dominates the kiss pulling away before you’ve had your fill. With a whine you move to pull down his underwear, but he stops you, circling his hand around your wrist.

“Oh no sweetheart, you need to learn your lesson. You only get to watch.” Your eyes widen when he yanks down his underwear, freeing his hard cock and wrapping his fingers around it. Licking his lips, he pumps his hand over his length, never taking his eyes from yours. “I know this is what you want, but you can’t have it yet. Spread your legs.”

You do as you’re told and open your legs over his desk, your chest rising and falling with your rapid breaths. “You’re going to make yourself cum with your fingers before you get what you want.” Once again, he leaves no room for an argument and when he looks between your legs and sees the arousal coating your thighs he grins, taking your hand and kissing it.

“Show me how wet you are darling. Finger that pussy and let me watch.” You slowly drag your hand over your breasts and down your stomach, lighting brushing your finger over your clit before dipping it between your folds. Your head falls back and your eyes close as you continue rubbing the wetness over yourself.

Charles’ grip is tight around his cock while he stares down at you, his movements still slow and controlled. The first finger you push inside you has him moaning out a string of curses, his hand now moving faster over his throbbing length. “Let me see those fingers disappear inside that tight pussy just like my cock does.” You push another finger inside while your thumb presses against your clit and you can’t stop the way your back arches off the desk.

Charles stands over you, now with a light sheen of sweat across his brow as he tries to keep his movements steady. “Charles, oh my god,” you whimper, feeling your stomach tighten with your upcoming release. Pulling your fingers out you vigorously rub them over your sensitive clit, chanting his name over and over. “Fuck kitten, you look gorgeous like this.”

Before you have a chance to warn him your walls begin to tighten around nothing, Charles’ hand moving faster and faster. In moments, his hot cum is painting your breasts and stomach, his tip still leaking when you finally look up after your own release. Your legs are weak, and your knees fall to the sides, your body glistening under the lights in his office.

Leaning over you, Charles takes your hand, dragging your fingers through his cum and bringing them to your mouth. You lick them clean with a satisfied moan. “Now that’s a good girl,” he praises, helping you to stand. You can feel his cock hardening against your stomach, and you reach between your bodies, only to have him push you back down to the desk and lift your legs, resting your ankles at his shoulders.

He rubs himself between your folds, giving you no warning before jerking his hips back and filling you up. Crying out it pleasure you grab the edge of desk, silently begging him to move. “Oh, don’t worry doll, we’re just getting started.”

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TITLE: Some Dime Novel Fate PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Reader REQUEST: Anon sent: “Your writing is really good! If you can, once you’re feeling alright, could you write an arthur x reader where the reader comes back from a job badly injured and Arthur flips while Grimshaw takes care of her/them? ♥️” WARNINGS: Gore, injury. NOTE: Hey, long time no write. However, I got an injury that’s going to leave me laying around a bit, so it gave me enough reason to complete this. Thank you for sending this in, anon! I hope I followed it close enough to your liking. I also kept things gender neutral since it kind of turned out that way, plus I wanted to write another one for a gn!reader for a while now. 

“I’m just thinkin’ this job ain’t a good idea, doesn’t sound like it’s thought out.”

“It doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

“I just gotta bad feeling ‘bout it…”

“You wanna give me a little trust here, Arthur?”

Your knees hit the ground, the pain that ripped through your side causing you to curl in on yourself a little.

It was strange, some parts of you felt numb while others were throbbing with sharp pain. Still, finally, you were where you needed to be. If it was early morning or early evening, you couldn’t really tell, some heavy fog lingering around the path into camp.

You knew you were a sight to see, your clothes stained with dirt and, more concerning, a deep red on the left side of your shirt, drying to your skin where your blood stained fingers touched. That job was terrible, and if you weren’t so exhausted, you might have felt even a little angry about the fact that one of the times you challenged Arthur, he turned out to be right. It had just been some sort of stage, the amount of guards suggested to you not really making you as nervous as you should have been.

Splitting off might have been a mistake, too, considering you had to take matters into your own hands, even when a bullet had ripped into your side and the dead weight of your horse nearly pinned you to the ground. It hadn’t happened too far from camp, thankfully, though the walk back felt like it took forever with your wounds. You had been waiting for the point where your legs gave out, though you were grateful that it wasn’t too far from where you could get help.

With a grunt, you gathered yourself to a stand again, pressing your hand against your injured side as you tried to ignore the world swaying lightly around you. Though, thankfully, you didn’t have to walk too far before you heard a familiar voice.

“Who is that?”

Karen.

“It’s me,” you said, stepping forward as you could see her stepping out from beside a rock. “I’m not...doing too good.”

“Christ…” she replied, lowering her weapon as she stepped toward you, “We was startin’ to get worried. C’mon.”

You accepted her help by pulling your arm over her shoulder, leaning your good side against her own somewhat as you let her help you walk further into camp. The pain was really starting to kick in as a familiar place took the focus away from just moving, each step pulling a sharp pain from the bullet wound. You knew Karen was talking, saying something to you, but it was a little hard to focus.

“Grimshaw! Anybody? Need some help over here,” she called once you could see the tents and wagons.

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long before the woman in question seemed to approach you both, much on time as you could feel your body starting to beg you to rest. It was a bad idea, considering your blood stained hand still pressed tightly to your side, dripping into fabric still damp with blood, and most of your weight resting against Karen’s side.

“What the hell happened?”

“I dunno,” Karen replied, helping you find your feet again a bit, “Just came in here, covered in blood.”

“Job went bad…” you started, letting out a heavy breath, “Got shot. It ripped into my side, don’t know if it’s still in there.”

“Well, c’mon,” Grimshaw said, shifting around to your other side. You let out a short yell at the feeling of her pulling your free arm over her shoulder, stretching your side and blossoming a sharp pain. However it seemed like your cries fell on deaf ears in the moment.

“Abigail, we’re going to use your tent,” she continued, seeming to be talking to people around you, but you were focused on keeping your legs moving along with Karen and Susan. “I need somethin’ to treat a gunshot wound and the space and privacy to do it. Oh, and someone please tell Mr. Morgan before he takes off on his own after nothin’.”

The tent offered some small shade from the sun as you were led into it, a small sigh escaping you as you were sat down on the cot in there. It was hard to focus on much, exhaustion ebbing into your bones very quickly now that everything and everybody was familiar to you, much as Susan’s voice was rather stern and urgent. You needed to stay awake for a while longer, if only to make sure she wasn’t working on you while you were passed out and bleeding onto the Marston’s cot.

Maybe if only to see Arthur so you could tell him you should have listened to him.

Thankfully, however, it wasn’t long before Susan was back in the tent in front of you as she worked on removing your shirt enough to get access to the wound. You took in a deep breath, clenching your teeth as she prodded around a moment before she spoke up.

“Well, there’s a wound back here too,” she muttered, “Means nothin’s still in there. I’ll just close them up and hope that’s all you need.”

“...Is Sean okay?” you asked as you reached down a hand to hold the side of your shirt up as Susan worked on getting the sutures ready.

“Oh, that fool is just fine. You’re the only one hurt here.”

That was a bit of a relief at least.

You had split up on the job, hoping to separate and lose those who were pursuing you. However, it seemed like you were the one who got the sharpshooter of the bunch. You could remember the sound and the fire that had ripped into your abdomen at the impact of the bullet, trying to ignore it in favor of continuing to ride on, but the second bullet had your horse falling out from under you.

You hated to think about it--and you didn’t have to.

Fresh pain broke into your thoughts as you felt Grimshaw starting to close up one of the wounds. You let out a low sound, almost a smothered shout held back by your teeth as you tightened your jaw and focused on the tent flaps in front of you. You could feel each one--one, two, three, four…

“This got you any more to the left and this would be beyond any help of mine,” she commented as she finished with the entry wound, “I know you all really do think of me as some doctor, but…”

“Y-You do what you can,” you replied, shifting to turn around so she could start closing up the one on your back.

“Well, least you’re coherent…” she said, making you clench your teeth again at the feeling of the starts of another suture.

“It’s getting hard to be,” you replied--though, the pain was helping in chase off the sleepy feelings but you knew they would be back once she had you bandaged.

“We’re almost done,” she commented, “Though, I would try to hold out a bit so Arthur can see you’re okay. I think he had half the mind to strangle Mr. McGuire in camp when he said you had split up and it had been a couple hours since he’d last seen you…”

“I’m probably going to get some sort of talk too,” you said, trying to keep your voice even as she continued to close your remaining wound, “He’d warned me about the whole thing.”

“Probably should have listened to him…” Susan commented, almost as an aside to herself but it was hard to miss.

You didn’t say anything in reply to that, allowing her to finish up before she was wrapping a bandage around your torso. The treating of it, finally, brought some comfort. It didn’t remove the pain of it, but it was enough to have you relax some as you pulled your shirt back down. Grimshaw got up, muttering something about washing her hands, though it seemed as she was leaving, someone had been walking steadily toward the tent.

Letting out a sigh, you shifted to sit further back on the cot, not wanting to risk laying down at the moment. Your gaze lifted as a familiar face appeared at the tent flaps, the sight of Arthur filling you with a relief you weren’t aware you had been waiting for.

Meant the whole thing was over, or you were out of danger at least.

“Christ…” he muttered, stepping into the tent as you offered him a small grin that didn’t quite touch your eyes. “Scared the hell outta me, darlin’.”

“I know. Grimshaw was pretty quick to send someone to find you before you left on some goose chase…” you replied, gingerly wrapping your arm around your torso somewhat, “Sorry about that.”

“You’re not the one who got away unharmed, runnin’ his way back into camp with his tail between his legs,” Arthur said, shaking his head.

“It’s not Sean’s fault, I was the one who wanted to split up.”

“Then you’re both fools.”

“Yeah, probably,” you replied with a small sigh, fighting back a grimace at the sharp throbbing near your wounds--probably would be bruised to hell in a bit, too. “My horse is gone, too. Nearly got pinned under him and...well, that’s why it took so long to get back here.”

Despite the initial confrontational tone, it was hard to miss the shift in his demeanor as he let out a small sigh through his nose.

“Sorry,” he said, “‘Bout your horse and everythin’ else.”

“...I should have trusted your judgement,” you replied, dropping your gaze somewhat. “Might’ve…”

“I can be wrong,” he stated around a small huff, “Often am. Can’t do nothin’ ‘bout it now, just...you’re alive, that’s all that matters.”

“...Come here,” you said after a moment, gesturing toward yourself lightly with a hand.

You were used to seeing some hesitation from Arthur, and weren’t exactly surprised to see it now. Still, eventually he stepped a little closer toward the cot, holding your hand up somewhat until he caught your meaning as he bent down far enough for you to press a quick kiss to his mouth. It was one you held for a few moments, exhaustion sitting heavily in your actions much as you knew the pain would make for an uncomfortable sleep.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, alright?” you said after you broke away from the kiss, dropping your hand to his shoulder for a moment as he pulled back, “I’ll be more careful.”

Arthur gave a small sound of acceptance from in his chest, stepping back to allow you to try to get comfortable. You weren’t sure if you were staying in the Marston’s tent for the night, but it didn’t seem like anybody was in too much of a rush to get you out.

“Get some rest,” Arthur muttered, the ghost of a grin touching his face, “Knowin’ you, you’re gonna hate bein’ bed ridden tomorrow but ya need it.”

“...Just don’t kill Sean,” you said after a moment, “Tonight, at least. I’m sure he feels plenty guilty about it.”

“No promises.”

#my writing. #arthur morgan x reader