#sorry if the gifs are a bit claustrophobic!!

[thatfandomslut]

Soft For You

Regina George x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Trigger Warning: heart palpitating fluff- be safe out there. There is also mentions of bullying towards the reader in this fic, brief moment of feeling claustrophobic, feelings of insecurity.

Request:

Do you think you could do a fic where Regina is the Queen B and everything but y/n is her soft spot

Mean Girls requests are open.

In the dictionary, if someone located the name 'Regina George,' they might read 'the biggest HBIC to ever grace the halls of North Shore High School.' Regina was stone cold with icy blue eyes to match her rigid exterior. She didn't care if she hurt someone's feelings, nor did she care who anyone was at North High unless they were Gretchen, Karen, Cady, or the only person who was allowed to see her complex side, (Y/n). (Y/n) was the human personification of ADHD, and she somehow managed to catch the attention and affection of the school's ice queen, Regina.

If someone were to look at (Y/n) with any hint of a funny expression, Regina was telling them off. She felt like (Y/n) needed her protection. So, she was there to offer it, even when (Y/n) didn't ask. (Y/n) also didn't mind Regina defending her if someone said something mean to her as she was not a confrontational person. She tried to stay on everyone's good side, but sadly that task was easier said than done because somehow, (Y/n) seemed to have gotten on the wrong side of the girl's soccer captain, Tammy Schneider.

They were in their shared English class when the two got paired up, and Tammy seemed less than pleased with the idea. (Y/n) didn't understand why, so she tried to start on their writing assignment, but Tammy wasn't responding to her well. "I'm sorry, but have I done something to offend you? I'm just trying to get this assignment done." (Y/n) tapped the pencil in her hand on her brainstorming paper as she tried to figure the girl out. She wasn't too sure what she might've done to Tammy since the two had never had a real conversation before.

Tammy shrugged with narrowed eyes, causing (Y/n)'s frown to deepen. "I just personally think you're nothing special. Regina George parades you around like you're made of gold, but for what? Your only prospects are English and History. Your looks are mediocre, nothing like the other Plastics." Tammy commented with her nose in the air. (Y/n) was surprised by the girl's answer. She had already been insecure over topics such as these, but no one was brave enough to talk to her the way Tammy had. "But, whatever, Regina can date a loser, but many of us are still confused as to why." She said simply, ignoring the hurt on (Y/n)'s face as the girl stared at her paper.

(Y/n) was thankful for the bell ringing, dismissing her from the class. Usually, she'd wait for Gretchen, who shared that class with her. Today, she had gathered up her papers, stuffed them into her bag, and escaped the room she was starting to feel claustrophobic in. Swallowing thickly as she made her way into the bathroom she went to the sink to splash some water on her face. She had to calm herself down before she met with the other girls during lunch. She couldn't cry, or her eyes would be puffy, and Regina would know something was off. (Y/n) breathed in deeply hearing the ping in her bag that alerted her to a new message.

'Hey, where did you go? Are we just meeting in the cafeteria?'

(Y/n) rubbed at the eye that was watering before responding to Gretchen, apologizing for leaving so abruptly. She made up an excuse of leaving an item in another classroom before confirming that they would meet in the cafeteria. (Y/n) adjusted her cardigan before removing then reapplying some of the makeup she had damaged when she had initially teared up. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed, but she could use the excuse of running to another classroom for that. (Y/n) finally deemed her appearance significant enough to leave the restroom before heading to meet Regina, Gretchen, Karen, and Cady for lunch.

"Hey, princess," (Y/n) greeted Regina first, placing a soft kiss on Regina's temple. She felt dumb doing that now. Regina probably secretly felt disgusted after feeling her lips on anywhere on her face. Due to that sudden thought, she felt queasy and lost her appetite. Still, she made sure to eat, knowing that it was important to keep her energy up. After all, she had softball after school and she needed all the energy she could get so she could pretend Tammy was the yellow ball hurtling toward her that she smacked into the outfield. "Hey, Gretchen, Karen, Cady."

Regina recognized the tremble in her voice as she examined her girlfriend's body language. She didn't want to say anything in front of the other girls, though. She didn't know if this was a private feeling, or if she'd rather share. So, she ultimately decided to ask her after lunch to provide a safe space for (Y/n) to communicate her feelings.

"Will you walk me to my car after you eat? I think I've left something in there, and I don't want to go alone." Regina inquired casually. She didn't want to draw any attention to the situation. She knew how observant Gretchen was. It was one of the reasons she actually appreciated Gretchen as a friend, even if she struggled to show it. When (Y/n) smiled, biting into her sandwich, Regina grinned. "Perfect! Thank you, baby girl."

Gretchen made a little thoughtful noise. "Everyone is forgetting something today. Just before lunch, (Y/n) left something in her last class period." She spoke thoughtfully, causing (Y/n) and Regina to look over. Sometimes, Gretchen was too observant for her own good. This was the best example of that. Sometimes, with how observant she was, she tended to make comments that made those she was observing hoping she would stop connecting dots. Like, now, for example,

Regina and (Y/n) left the table shortly after, when (Y/n) finished her lunch. "What's on your mind?" Regina questioned when they made to their Jeep, away from everyone in the cafeteria. Not many people hung out in the parking lots during lunch. "You look upset about something, and I want to be here for you," Regina spoke softly as she cupped her cheek gently.

This seemed to be what broke whatever dam (Y/n) had put into place. Her eyes instantly watered, and Regina quickly took her into her arms. "Tammy Schneider implied that I wasn't good enough for the Plastics and you." She admitted, trying to stop herself from crying. She felt pathetic and insecure, despite Regina's caring hold on her as she cried in her shoulder. She hated feeling less than, and she constantly worked on not feeling this way, but sometimes it only took a few mean comments to send her down a rabbit hole.

Regina had stiffened at the realization of someone being mean to (Y/n). Pulling away, she used her thumbs to gently wipe away the cascading tears on (Y/n)'s cheeks. "You need to listen to me, okay?" She waited to see (Y/n) nod as she sniffled under Regina's touch. "You need to know that I have never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else. You mean the world to me. You're kind, strong, and smart. I enjoy how you can talk about anything and everything. I am so soft for you that it's completely altered my personality. I am a better person when I'm with you. With that said, I will be grinding Tammy into sand." Regina stated, fire in her eyes as she kissed (Y/n)'s forehead.

(Y/n) smiled a bit, leaning into Regina's touch, her ever-looming insecurity lifting. "You make me a better person, too, Regina. Thank you for making me feel better. I don't think grinding Tammy into sand will make the situation better though." (Y/n) admitted, even if a small part of her would pay to see Tammy even attempt to step up to Regina's plate.

There was a small smirk that played on Regina's lips. "It'd make me feel better. And judging your little smile, you're not too opposed to that idea." Regina teased as (Y/n) laughed, nudging the girl gently. "Maybe I'm not too opposed," (Y/n) admitted, before kissing Regina softly. Regina kissed back happily, already plotting Tammy's demise.

#regina george x reader #regina george #mean girls x reader #mean girls

[melzula]

Smoke and Shadow

part two

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

notes: final part is here! hope you guys enjoy and thank you for being patient as always

summary: the group is one step closer to finding the missing children and Azula, but that doesn’t mean all of their problems will be solved

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

“We decided to do some investigating after Zuko kicked Aang out of the throne room,” Suki explains to you as your trio runs after the Avatar and Fire Lord. “We wanted to see if there were any clues left behind from Kiyi’s kidnapping or Azula’s Kemurikage attack on the palace last night.”

“And even though we couldn’t find anything, I realized there was something fishy about the way she was able to escape so quickly!” Ty Lee adds with a keen smile. “When we used to play hide-and-seek as kids, she’d always manage to win by hiding in this secret passage way tucked into the palace walls. It must be how the Kemurikage were able to escape so quickly.”

“Good thinking, Ty Lee. Although, I still can’t believe she kidnapped her own sister,” you note with a disgruntled shake of your head. “That’s low even for her.”

“This is Azula we’re talking about,” Suki reminds you, and that in itself is enough of an explanation for her behavior.

You finally skid to a stop after reaching the palace rooftops where Aang and Zuko land. The Avatar carelessly drops your boyfriend on the tile, and you wince on his behalf before offering Zuko your hand to help him back up onto his feet.

“Did you have fun?” You ask with a teasing smile only for the Fire Lord to scowl.

“Don’t ever do that again!” He scolds Aang whilst dusting off his robes.

“Okay, okay, but look!” the boy insists before pressing down on a loose brick that opens up a hidden doorway.

“A secret passageway! So you think this is how Azula and the other Kemurikage escape? How did you figure this out?”

“They searched for clues after you kicked them out of the throne room,” you tell him with a pointed look that has him shrinking guiltily under your gaze. “I think you owe Aang an apology.”

“You’re right,” he murmurs sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I should have been more open to your ideas.”

“Apology accepted!” Aang chirps happily. “Now what’s our next move?”

“Well… Kiyi could be on the other side.”

“Tom-Tom, too. I’m coming along,” Mai interjects firmly, seemingly forgetting Kei Lo’s presence until he corrects her statement with a “We’re coming along.”

Zuko instructs Suki and Ty Lee to stay back and guard the palace, so you bid your friends goodbye before beginning your descent into the narrow passageway. The hallway is cold and claustrophobic, but Aang and Zuko lead the way with their fire bending, cautioning you to watch your step behind them.

You’re quiet for the most part, mulling over your thoughts and insecurities now that you’re given a moment’s silence to think. You’re still feeling a bit insecure about walking in on him with Mai and about his animosity towards Kei Lo, but you haven’t had the chance to talk to him yet. The long distance has been hard on your relationship, and sometimes it’s hard to keep consistent communication when both of you have duties to tend to and entire nations to run, but you never thought it would be a problem. Now, you’re not so sure.

You recall what Azula had told you during your time in the Forgetful Valley, how you and Zuko were an “unnatural” pair that would never work. You hate to admit it or even think it, but what if she’s right? What if you’re just kidding yourself? Maybe Mai really has been the right girl for him all along. After all, she is Fire Nation, and she certainly is more qualified to be dating the Fire Lord than you are. You wish Suki were here to talk to, surely she’d know just what to say and could stop you from spiraling like you are now, but without her it seems it’s just you and your thoughts for now.

“Hey, I didn’t get to introduce myself earlier,” a voice says, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I’m Kei Lo, Mai’s boyfriend.”

“Yes, I’m sorry, everything’s just been so chaotic. I’m y/n, Zuko’s girlfriend.”

“That’s right, Mai told me. Say, aren’t you a Chief? Should I be calling you Chief y/n instead?”

“Just y/n is perfectly fine,” you correct him with an awkward laugh. Unbeknownst to you, Zuko is listening in on every word. He doesn’t trust Kei Lo, not one bit, and he doesn’t want him roping you into any trouble. He doesn’t care if he really isn’t in cahoots with the Safe Nation Society, if Kei Lo so much as looks at you in a way Zuko doesn’t like he’ll be tossed into a cell immediately.

“So how’s a Chief of a water tribe end up dating the Fire Lord?” He asks with a laugh.

“It’s a very long story.”

“Please spare me the details,” Mai says with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah, it may not be the best time for that story,” you note with an apprehensive smile.

“You’re probably right. Still, it’s a pretty awkward situation we’ve all found ourselves in.”

“You can say that again.”

After some time group is finally able to reach the end of the passageway, and the only thing standing in your way from the other side is a solid wooden door.

“This must be it,” Zuko announces hopefully. “Behind this door could be Kiyi and Tom-Tom.”

“And Azula,” Aang adds apprehensively before helping the Fire Lord push the heavy wood open. The creak of the old hinges is deafening, echoing in the silent hallway, and you watch with bated breath as the light from the other side slowly begins to seep in. Carefully, you follow the two out the door only to be met with a disappointing site.

There are no missing children and there is no Azula. Instead, you’re faced with a gloomy and desolate graveyard.

“What is this place?” You murmur in awe, your eyes scanning across the expanse of withered headstones. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“I’ve been here before,” Zuko notes thoughtfully, “this is the royal family graveyard.”

“I thought that’s what the Dragonstone catacombs were for,” Aang questions with furrowed brows.

“No, the catacombs are only for Fire Lords. This place is for everyone else. It’s called the Garden of Tranquil Souls.”

“Really? Well, I hate to break it to you, Zuko, but…” the Avatar begins uneasily, and you follow his shifting gaze towards the clouds of smoke that begin to surround the graveyard. Taking a step back, you reach to unclip your water pouch as the dark figures begin to close in on your group. “The souls here don’t seem all that tranquil!”

The group of Kemurikage don’t hesitate to attack, and immediately your group is split apart as you all begin to defend yourselves against their assault. Blasts of fire are shot your way left and right, but you’re able to deflect it every time with your water bending. You manage to take down two of the spirits by encasing them up to their necks in ice, but your progress only seems to make a dent in their ambush. Zuko and Aang are still corned back to back, and Azula has managed to single out Mai and Kei Lo. She holds the boy by the collar of his shirt, eyes full of malice and hand ready to strike him with her blue flames despite Mai’s pleas for her to leave her boyfriend alone.

Before she can harm him, you send a blast of water towards her with an effortful grunt that shoots her across the graveyard and into one of the pillars. The impact is forceful enough to put a crack in the tombstone and disorient Azula momentarily to allow Kei Lo and Mai the chance to escape.

“Are you alright?” You ask him after rushing towards the couple. Mai helps him to his feet before looking to you, her eyes full of gratitude and sincerity.

“Thank you,” she says earnestly, and you give her an appreciative nod in return.

Rising from the ground with a grunt of pain, Azula is filled with rage at your assault on her. How dare you think you can beat her at her own game?

“Helping out your competition? That’s pathetic even for you, dearest,” she insults, irises aflame with fury. “Perhaps you and Zuko are more compatible than I thought.”

“What’s pathetic is the fact that you’re still obsessed with becoming Fire Lord,” you spit back, water cloaking your arms to form tentacle-like limbs for attack.

“Oh, I’m much past that now. I have a new mission,” she notes airily with a passive wave of her hand. Her eyes harden suddenly then and electricity begins to spread across her fingertips. “One that simply won’t work with you in the picture.”

Before she can raise her hands to strike you with her lightening blast, Zuko is quick to send a hail of flames her way to distract her. “Leave her out of this! It’s me you want!”

“Oh, Zuzu, always so dramatic,” she mocks before creating a cloud of smoke to cover her as she runs away.

“You have to go after her!” You exclaim urgently. “I’ll stay back and help Aang handle the rest of the Kemurikage.”

After ensuring you’ll be fine without him, Zuko gives you one final nod before chasing after his sister. You, on the other hand, rush back towards Aang to see if he needs any help. However, it seems he’s been able to manage the assailants just fine on his own.

“Princess! Where’d everybody go?” He asks, perplexed at the sudden disappearance of your group.

“Zuko went after Azula. I’m not sure where Mai and Kei Lo are,” you note as you scan the garden for any sign of them. “What do we do now? We still haven’t found the missing children.”

As if on cue, a shrill voice coming from the passageway calls out for help. You exchange an alarmed glance with Aang before immediately sprinting back into the doorway. A breath of relief leaves you at the sight of Mai’s father with the children in tow, but your ease is short lived at the sight of the two Kemurikage that hold them captive.

“Look!” One of the kids exclaims. “It’s the Avatar and Chief y/n!”

“Hi kids, we’ve been looking all over for you!” Aang says with an overjoyed wave.

“Are you guys alright?!” You call out protectively. “Is anyone hurt?”

“We’re great!” Kiyi calls back prompting you to let out a relieved laugh. You’re so happy to see her and see that she’s okay, but your joyous reunion is quickly cut short by the two spirits who begin to approach the two of you with whips of fire.

“Hang on, kids!” You tell them before beginning to take on the Kemurikage. There’s two of them, so you and Aang each take on one. They’re powerful fighters, but the safety of the children is on the line, so you use all of your might to fight them off as best as you can.

You counter their whip with one of your own, slicing through their weapon each time before it can strike you. While one of your hands controls the water whip, the other sends constant shards of ice hurtling toward the cloaked woman. You can tell she’s beginning to tire, your attacks too much for her to keep up with, but you’re too focused to notice the second figure approaching closely behind you. The Kemurikage’s whip is raised to strike you in the back, but their attack is halted by the blade that slices through the air and pins their hand against the wall.

“What-!” You exhale in surprise, turning just in time to see Mai swoop in and finish the job. The last two spirits have been apprehended, and you’ve been spared a wound that surely could have been fatal.

“Someone had to watch your back,” Mai explains with a faint smile. “You had ours.”

“Thank you,” you utter with a breathless grin. It feels nice to not hate each other for once, and you actually seem to work quite well together.

“Y/n! Y/n!” A voice calls, stealing your attention away from the girl and back to the children. Kiyi sprints towards you with a gleeful smile, and you’re quick to scoop her up into your arms and give her the tightest hug. “You came back!”

“I promised, didn’t I?” You say with a playful smile, carefully pushing back the hair from her face. “I’m so relieved to see you’re okay, and I know Zuko will be too.”

“Guess what? I’m a fire bender now!” She boasts proudly. “I burned a hole through the door so we could escape!”

“That’s incredible!” You praise with a laugh. “Wait until your brother hears this.”

Across the way, Mai cradles her little brother in her arms and watches you speak animatedly with Zuko’s sister. Your interest in Kiyi’s story is completely genuine, and she can see just how much the girl values your opinion. It’s so different from the way Azula used to talk about you, speaking poorly of your character and diminishing you to nothing but a weak Princess. Maybe Mai had judged you too harshly. After all, she might not have been able to get her brother back without your help.

“Thank you again for your help,” she tells you after setting Tom-Tom down to allow him to bid his goodbyes to his new friends. “I was wrong about you, and I shouldn’t have let my resentment cloud my judgement the way I did. I guess I really don’t hate you as much as I thought I did.”

“I appreciate you saying that,” you express with a careful smile. Perhaps things will always be awkward between the two of you, but this is at least a good start.

After making sure all of the children are accounted for, your group exits the passageway just as Zuko emerges from one of the mausoleums. Kiyi is quick to sprint towards her brother, and you watch on with a smile at the way his eyes seem to light up while hugging her close.

“Kiyi! I can’t tell you how worried I was about you.”

“I wasn’t worried at all!” She notes with a grateful smile. “You should’ve seen it, Zuzu! Y/n helped the Avatar take those nasty ladies down!”

“She did, did she?” He asks playfully, glancing over to you with a grateful smile. You simply give him a sheepish shrug in return. “I’ll have to be sure to give her my thanks.”

“And Azula?” You ask him, but his solemn gaze is enough of an answer. “She said she had a new mission, did she tell you what it was?”

“She wasn’t interested in becoming Fire Lord, she was interested in turning me into the type of Fire Lord she would be. The type that rules with fear, ruthlessness. Just like my father. Azula says I can’t escape who I am, and it will only be a matter of time before I’m just like her.”

“You don’t believe that, do you? You’re nothing like Azula,” you say earnestly. “You never will be.”

“I know,” Zuko murmurs softly, but you can see the slightest bit of doubt in his eyes and it saddens to you to know he doesn’t fully believe it to be true. “But either way she escaped. I don’t know where she is or when she’ll return.”

“We’ll be there to help you if she does come back, buddy,” Aang consoles with a comforting hand on the Fire Lord’s shoulder. “For now, let’s just focus on returning these kids back to their families.”

“Good point, Aang. Now,” you say, looking to the children who stare up at you with tired eyes that immediately brighten when you ask, “who’s ready to go home?”

~~~

Peace has been restored in the Fire Nation; the children have been returned safely to their parents, and Zuko has earned the forgiveness of his people for his mishandling of the situation. Everything is almost perfect.

You lean against the balcony of your room for the night and stare up contemplatively at the moon. Yue shines beautifully as always, and you find comfort in her light as you battle against the darkness clouding your thoughts. Your doubts about your relationship still rage on, and you haven’t been able to fight them off no matter how hard you try. You haven’t mentioned anything to Zuko, not wanting to distract him from his duty to his people, but the suffering in silence act you’ve been pulling all day hasn’t been helping your state of mind. Suki had urged you to talk to him, stating you had nothing to worry about because she’s seen firsthand how much he misses you when you’re away, but you were too anxious to follow through. What if you won’t like what you hear when you finally speak to Zuko?

You’re too engrossed in your thoughts to hear your door open or the quiet footsteps that head towards you, and it isn’t until he’s right beside you that you finally feel the familiar warmth that constantly emanates from his body. You don’t have to look to know that it’s Zuko.

“Suki said I should come to talk to you,” he says softly, golden eyes looking to you inquisitively. “Is everything alright?”

“I… I’m not sure,” you admit quietly, nervously fidgeting with your fingers and refusing to meet his gaze.

“What is it?”

His hand sneaks its way in between your own to halt your fidgeting and reassure that he’s right there with you and ready to listen to whatever it is you have to say. Sighing, you finally look to him with uncertainty swimming in your eyes.

“Do you have feelings for Mai?”

He’s stunned to stay the least, eyes widening slightly in surprise at your question. It’s certainly the last thing he expected you to ask him.

“Is this what you were trying to talk to me about earlier?” He presses gently, frowning at the way you slowly nod your head. “I see…”

“Just be honest with me, Zuko,” you plead desperately. “We promised we’d never keep secret from each other anymore, so if there’s something to tell then tell me. I can handle it.”

“I can’t stand here and tell you that it didn’t look bad when you walked in on Mai and I,” Zuko admits with a sigh. “But I can tell you that nothing was going on.”

“I heard you say you care about her.”

“It was out of context. I was trying to make things right for the sake of finding the children- she was obviously still upset over what went down between us, and I was trying to keep the peace so that we could work together to find our siblings. I’ve known her since we were kids, and if it weren’t for her I never would have been able to escape Boiling Rock and come back to you. So in a way I guess I do care for her, but it’s nothing compared to how much I care for you.”

“What about your animosity towards Kei Lo? You seemed… jealous of him.”

“I wasn’t jealous, I just didn’t trust him. I still don’t,” Zuko says adamantly. “I wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to release him because I didn’t want him to try and pull anything. I didn’t want Mai getting hurt, and I especially didn’t want him putting you in any danger.”

“So… so you don’t have feelings for her?” You ask meekly, the slightest bit of doubt still present in your voice.

“I’ve never had feelings for her,” Zuko says earnestly before gently taking your hands in his own. “You’re the only girl for me, y/n. I was stupid enough to let you go once, but I’m never making that mistake again.”

You can’t help but smile at his admission, tears beginning to well in your eyes as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace that he immediately returns. It feels like a weight has finally been lifted off your shoulders, and all the worry and self doubt you had is finally beginning to melt away.

“I never want you to feel doubtful or insecure about our relationship ever again. I’m going to do everything in my power to do better,” he professes earnestly. “I love you more than you know, and you don’t ever have to worry about someone coming between us again.”

“I love you, Zuko.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, and with the moonlight shining down upon you both, everything is almost perfect.

For neither of you notice the pair of golden eyes that stare down at you from the rooftops with disdain and disgust before disappearing into the shadows.

“Pathetic.”

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

| zuko tags: @thebluelcdy @royahllty @the-firebender-girl @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @knaite-solo @taeeemin

| fire lilies tags: @emberislandplayers @kikaninchen-2 @music-geek19 @thia-aep @thyunnamed @haylaansmi @nataliahaslosthershit @idkdude776 @aangsupremacy @thirstyforsometea @ihaveaproblem98 @brown-eyed-thang @xapham @misnmatchedsox @chewymoustachio @that-bucket-hat-gal @chilifrylizard2 @kyomihann @kaylove12 @kiwihoee @freggietale @moon-spirit-yue @bubblegum-bee-otch

#fire lilies #atla #zuko #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #prince zuko #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko imagine #atla x reader #atla imagine #avatar the last airbender

[theostrophywife]

kiss with a fist | chapter two.

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pairing: theodore nott x reader.

song inspiration: baby said by måneskin.

author's note: i'd apologize for the filth, but i'm not actually sorry and at this point you should expect it from me. enjoy theo's cheeky mouth. he singlehandedly started the sassy man revolution.

A strange sense of deja vu washed over you as soon as you walked into the potions lab. Buried deep in the dungeons, the room had always made you feel a bit claustrophobic. You were used to the airiness of Ravenclaw Tower with its twisting spires, starry glass domed ceiling, and four story bookshelves. You couldn’t even see the sky from this far below. 

But you supposed that the Slytherins preferred their dark and dreary viper’s nest. 

Speaking of serpents, Theo slinked into the classroom with his eyes half-closed, nearly running into the wall. His hair was a tousled mess like he’d just now rolled out of bed. The faded emerald hoodie and gray sweatpants he had haphazardly thrown on looked considerably more casual than your cable knit sweater and plaid skirt. 

“You’re late,” you scolded sharply. “How are you late? You literally live here.”

“S’too bloody early.”

Theo yawned lazily as he settled into the seat beside you. He cocked his head, dragging his gaze up and down your body before flicking a stray lock that had fallen out of your braid crown. You always kept your hair up since prefect duties had you running around the castle for the majority of your day. This morning, it was even more prudent to tie it back since you would be working with volatile potions and an even more volatile boy. 

“Are you always so prim and perfect?” 

“Are you always so sloppy and underwhelming?” 

Theo snickered, unfazed by the comment. “Someone’s grumpy this morning.” 

“You would be too if you woke up at the ass crack of dawn to nick a muffin from the kitchens.” 

The sad looking pastry sat between you, partially crushed from being hastily stuffed into your book bag after barely evading the house elves. 

All that hard work disappeared before your eyes as Theo devoured the muffin in seconds. The bloody git had the audacity to swipe your thermos off the table and tipped its contents directly into his mouth, crumbs and all. 

His face immediately contorted into disgust. “What in the bloody hell is this?” 

“Pumpkin spice latte.” 

“Pumpkin what?” 

“It’s a muggle thing.” 

“It’s an abomination, is what it is.” 

You snatched the thermos back. “No one told you to drink it. Do you even know how long it took for me to collect enough instant coffee packets to last the whole term? And here you are wasting it.” 

Theo looked properly scandalized. “Why on Godric’s green earth would anyone drink coffee from a packet? You don’t have one of those—what do you call them—expression machines?” 

“Espresso,” you corrected. “No, Theodore, I do not have an espresso machine because that would require electricity, which doesn’t really fit this castle’s medieval aesthetic.” You paused. “How do you even know about those?” 

“I’m half Italian. How would I not know about espresso?” 

“You called it expression.” 

“Yeah, well, my nonna doesn’t have all of her teeth so sorry for pronouncing things incorrectly. If you don’t like it, take it up with that crazy old strega.”

You fought the urge to laugh. The little anecdote would not distract you from the mission. “Right, if you’re quite done insulting my taste in coffee, we should get to brewing.”

“You don’t have taste in coffee. That’s the problem.” You glared at him, causing Theo to sigh deeply. “That was for my countrymen. Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got so far.” 

Theo watched silently as you lit your cauldron with a flick of your wand. Between you floated your advanced potions textbook, turning its own pages as you carefully followed the recipe. It didn’t matter that the instructions were so ingrained in your mind that Luna said that she’d heard you muttering it in your sleep. You were still going to follow the bloody book like it was your first brew.

The ingredients were simple. A sprig of wormwood. Two crushed newt spleens. Three blood slugs diagonally sliced with surgical precision. Four ashwinder eggs grinded into a fine powder. Most importantly, five crushed petals from the Angel’s Trumpet flower, which the draught derived its name from. Bring to a gentle boil. Wait precisely twenty minutes. Stir counterclockwise. Then clockwise again. 

“It’s clockwise and then counterclockwise,” Theo declared, speaking for the first time in nearly half an hour. 

“The book says the opposite.” 

“I know what the book says.” 

You brandished the ash stirrer in your right hand like a wand. “This wouldn’t be some clever ploy to take out your academic rival, would it?” 

Theo rolled his eyes. “First of all, I prefer nemesis. Second of all, you’re the one more inclined to violence out of the two of us. If anyone should fear for their life in this room, it would be me.” 

“Fair point. But how are you so sure the instructions are wrong?” 

“Because this has never failed me.” 

With that, Theo pulled out a small book from his pocket. It expanded as he touched it, nearly taking up half the table. The book was old, ancient even, with a worn leather cover that you highly suspected to be made of dragonhide. The title glowed with an eerie silver light. 

Il grimorio della famiglia Marchesi.

The grimoire of the Marchesi family. 

“Marchesi?” you asked in disbelief. “As in, the Marchesis of Triora?” 

The Marchesis were an ancient wizarding family that traced their ancestry back to the small Italian village of Triora. The city of witches, they called it. Their most notable ancestor was Alessandra Marchesi. The young strega was much changed by the witch trials that had swept over her sleepy town during her childhood, but instead of shunning muggle influence, Alessandra embraced their queer traditions and used it to her advantage. 

She tracked the inventions of her non-wizard counterparts diligently and reverse engineered it for magical purposes. The pages of her grimoire were said to be filled with invaluable knowledge. Alessandra invented potions, charms, and even hexes that helped shape the wizarding world as you knew it today. Her ideas birthed a sort of magical renaissance in the strenghe community. 

Under her leadership, the Marchesi family produced some of the most powerful witches and wizards not only in Italy, but Europe as a whole. Some of them had even attended Hogwarts and were unsurprisingly sorted in your house. 

Alessandra Marchesi was a visionary like no other and a legend amongst the Ravenclaws. Any one of your housemates would have killed to lay eyes on her grimoire. 

And here it was, propped casually in front of you. 

In the hands of Theodore Nott, of all people. 

You stared at the worn yellow pages, eyeing the elegant script with such intense scrutiny that you almost went cross eyed. The writing was in Italian, but that didn’t stop you from devouring every word. 

“I can’t believe that I’m reading the Marchesi grimoire,” you muttered to yourself. “Written by the Alessandra Marchesi herself.” 

“I’m flattered that you’re so interested in my family.” 

“The fact that you’re even related baffles the mind.” 

Theo rolled his eyes and pointed at the bottom right hand corner of the page. Senso orario. Antiorario. 

You knew enough Italian to realize that Theo was right. “Is this how you’ve been first in potions all this time?” 

He gasped dramatically. “Your lack of belief in my skills is highly offensive, but not entirely unexpected, diavolina. The grimoire is helpful, but my nonna only recently bestowed this little family heirloom to me this past holiday. I’m afraid that I’ve been beating you with my own talents for years.” 

You didn’t know if that disturbed or comforted you. 

“Why share it with me?” you asked. 

If the roles were reversed, you certainly wouldn’t. The grimoire gave Theo an edge that he could’ve easily kept to himself. As a Ravenclaw, your first instinct was to guard and covet knowledge in order to climb the academic hierarchy. There was very little you wouldn’t do to secure first place. Perhaps you were more similar to the Slytherins in that way. 

“I thought the nerd in you might appreciate it,” Theo teased. “Plus, I didn’t want you to think that I was cheating. When I beat you once and for all, I want you to know that I did so out of my own superior abilities.” 

“You’re incredibly smug, do you know that?” 

“I’m confident in my skills,” Theo said nonchalantly, plastering on that ever snarky smirk. “In and out of the potions lab, principessa.” 

He winked, which made you roll your eyes. “Now let the expert show you how it’s done.” 

You tensed slightly as Theo approached from behind. He chuckled as his chest brushed against your back, effectively caging you in. “Relax, diavolina. I have no plans to ravish you in this lab again. At least not until the potion is properly brewed.” 

A shiver skittered down your spine as you actively fought the urge to arch against him. Stupid hormones. Thanks to your ill advised romps, your body reacted to Theo’s touch against your will. You gripped the stirrer so tightly that it was one squeeze away from breaking. 

“Gently,” Theo murmured as his right hand enveloped yours. He rested his left hand against your hip, rubbing soothing circles underneath your cable knit sweater. The action had the opposite effect. If anything, a different sort of tension brewed between you. 

“Senso orario,” he said, reciting the instructions from the grimoire. Theo slipped his fingers between yours and stirred clockwise. Suddenly, the room felt much hotter than it had a second ago. 

You were keenly aware of his fingers lightly gripping your waist and for a horrible, nauseating moment, you imagined what it would be like to have him strip off your skirt and rip the wool tights off your legs so you could feel those rough, calloused hands against your bare thighs. 

“Antiorario,” Theo said after ten stirs. You startled, sweat dripping off your back as he reversed your movements. The mixture bubbled gently the more you stirred. 

“Shall I put it in?” His breath fanned over your neck, making you feel even more overheated than you already were. 

“What?” 

Theo’s lips twitched. “The petals. Shall I put them in or would you like to do the honors?”

“I’ve got it,” you said rather quickly. 

In your haste, you swiped the crushed petals off of the cutting board and dropped them into the draught. In the back of your mind, the instructions that you had so diligently memorized flashed like some horrible omen. Drop the petals one by one. You realized your mistake just as Theo pulled you towards him, shielding you from the cauldron. The entire thing roiled violently before spewing magenta down the back of Theo’s hoodie. 

You watched in horror as pepto bismol pink dripped from his curls. “I mean, I know you’d do anything to be first in class, but blowing me to bits is a bit severe, don’t you think?” 

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed, turning him over. “Are you alright?” 

The back of his hoodie looked like Theo had been involved in a rather violent skirmish with a cotton candy machine, but he appeared unharmed otherwise.

He smirked. “It’s touching that you care so much about my well-being. However disconcerting it may be.” 

“You shouldn’t have jumped in front of me, you idiot. That could’ve been so much worse. I will not have your death on my conscience, Theodore.” 

“Funny,” he said as he pulled his hoodie off. It raised the shirt underneath as well, giving you an unfortunate glimpse of his toned abs. “I wasn’t aware you even had a conscience.” 

“Fuck,” you cursed, completely ignoring his quip. “The grimoire.” 

For an excruciating moment, your heart felt like it had dropped to your stomach. If anything happened to the grimoire, you never would have forgiven yourself. Fortunately, there seemed to be a protection charm over the entire thing, because it appeared completely unblemished despite the geyser that had spewed out of the cauldron. 

“Oh thank Godric.” 

“That old thing’s got about a million protective charms on it that are older than either one of us,” Theo reassured you. “The grimoire is impervious to your violence. I, however, am not.” 

“Sit,” you commanded, pointing to a stool. “I’ll clean you up.” 

“I’m perfectly capable of casting scourgify.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Not everything has to be done with magic. Besides, I thought you’d jump at the chance to have me at your beck and call.” 

“Fair point,” Theo said, settling into his seat. “I wouldn’t mind being fussed over.” 

It took a few minutes for you to tidy up the mess on the table. Using magic would’ve been easier, but cleaning had always helped to clear your mind. Sometimes you spent an entire day scouring your dorm from top to bottom. Your housemates thought it was strange since a simple spell would’ve done the trick, but it was more a mental exercise than anything else. 

When you cleaned, it felt like your mind was being refreshed. Clearing out old thoughts, polishing new ideas, vacuuming unpleasant memories. It was vital to your sanity. You and Luna had bonded over it during first year. She was the only one who was willing to roll her sleeves up and get her hands dirty. It reminded you of doing spring cleaning with your mum and dad, whom you missed dearly. You had never really been away from them for this long until you came to Hogwarts.

You suspected that Luna knew that the obsessive cleaning had more to do with your homesickness than anything else, but you always appreciated the fact that she never pushed you to talk unless you offered. 

Despite what others might say, Luna was a stellar example of what a Ravenclaw should be. Clever, intuitive, and witty without all the pretentiousness that most of your housemates seemed to proudly parade around with. 

You thought fondly of your friend, who just this morning shot you a knowing look as you slinked off to the dungeons before anyone else awoke. 

Give my regards to Theodore, she said with a faint smile. 

The suspect in question regarded you with mild curiosity as you approached with a washcloth and basin. Even seated on the stool, Theo towered over you. The back of his neck was splattered with bubblegum pink and it dotted the sharp line of his jaw and even the cut of his cheekbones. 

Theo watched in silence as you wiped away the remnants of the failed draught. He wore a neutral expression, but his shoulders were tense and his eyes flickered over you like he was analyzing your every move. 

“If you wanted an excuse to touch me, you could’ve just said so,” he teased with a slight smirk. “No need for the assassination attempt, Y/N.”

“Trust me, Theodore. If I wanted you dead, you would be.” 

“Such a charming little bird,” he taunted. “Does that line work on the boys back home?” 

You raised a brow. That was the second time he’d brought the subject up. “Why do you ask? Jealous that I might be directing my feminine wiles on anyone other than you?” 

Theo scoffed. “No one else would be able to deal with your sparkling personality, diavolina.” Something flickered in those stormy eyes as you gently dragged the washcloth over his cheek. “I’m just curious as to what you’ve been up to this holiday. Haven’t you wondered what I was doing?”

“Contrary to your egotistical belief, I don’t spend every waking moment thinking of you. Besides, I figured you’d be doing something stereotypically rich like sailing around the Amalfi Coast and hunting dolphins for sport.” 

“As opposed to spending the entire break memorizing Slughorn’s personal recommendations so you can recite obscure potion knowledge in class?” 

You flushed, not bothering to deny the fact. Theo smirked. “I thought Uni was supposed to be more exciting than that. Shouldn’t you be getting smashed at pubs and taking strangers home?” 

“Not all of us can afford the distraction,” you said with an eye roll. “Or venereal diseases. Why the sudden interest, anyways? Don’t tell me that you’re planning on applying to Oxford. I don’t think I could handle another three years of you, Nott.” 

He wrinkled his nose. “If I were to attend university, it sure as hell won’t be at Oxford.” 

“Gods, you sound like one of those posh snobs from Cambridge.” 

“Cambridge is a world-renowned university with an excellent magical division.” 

Your eyes widened as you came to the realization. “Merlin’s beard, you are one of those Cambridge snobs, aren’t you? I can’t say I’m surprised.” 

Theo crossed his arms. “I’m not a posh snob.” 

“Theodore, you live in a bloody manor. I hate to break it to you, but you definitely wouldn’t be considered blue collar.” 

“I don’t live there anymore. Not since…” Not since my father was sentenced to Azkaban for being one of the Dark Lord’s top Death Eaters. 

“Right,” you said rather quickly. “Sorry—I—didn’t mean to—”

Theo patted your hand and grinned. “Oh don’t look so distressed, Y/N. I assure you I’m not living in squalor. Despite my father’s imprisonment, the ministry was kind enough to allow me to keep a flat in London.” You noted the hint of bitterness in his voice.  “Though if you ask my nonna, she’d tell you that an Azkaban sentence would be preferable to the dreary English weather.” 

That made you smile a bit. “I suppose the rain and muck is rather offensive to someone who’s used to the Italian sunshine.” 

“You have no idea,” Theo muttered. “You’d think I dragged her to the States instead of Primrose Hill.”

“Primrose Hill?” You asked, scrunching your brows. “I don’t remember there being a wizarding neighborhood there.” 

“There’s not,” Theo confirmed. “And I quite prefer it that way.”

There was an edge to his voice that told you not to press further. 

“So, I gather that you and your nonna are close?” 

“More like I’m the only grandchild that hasn’t disappointed her so far. Hence the grimoire.” 

“Is Cambridge her idea or yours? I heard that they have an excellent Potions program. Second to Oxford, of course.” 

The corner of Theo’s mouth quirked. “My mother’s, actually.” 

You knew that his mother had passed when he was young. Not much was known about the circumstances of her death, but it was assumed that Theo had witnessed it since he was one of the few students that were able to see the thestrals. 

“After she graduated from Hogwarts, mum went on to study potions at Cambridge. She used to take me to campus during her alumni events. One time I begged her to buy me a jumper from the stores and I wore that damned thing down to its last thread.”

There was a faraway expression on his face as he glanced out of the dungeon windows. The sunlight was barely starting to spear through the Black Lake, spreading a mosaic of colors across the potions lab. Theo looked contemplative. Pensive, almost. 

On the surface, his playful nature was very much on display, but somewhere deep within, you could see a hint of sadness bleeding through. It felt like you were intruding on a private moment. Witnessing something that you weren’t supposed to see. 

It was highly unnerving to say the least, so you deflected. “You know, Oxford and Cambridge have a deep seethed rivalry. It would be sort of poetic for us to end up on opposing sides again.” 

For a split second, Theo appeared to be analyzing you like some undecipherable code. Like he knew you were giving him an out. The scrutiny in his gaze unnerved you. Then his expression changed, that familiar smirk falling firmly back in place. He slipped on that cocky arrogance like a mask. 

You wondered how many times he’s done it without you even noticing. 

“More poetic than reenacting the very first detention that led us here?” 

Without meaning to, you glanced at the supply closet in the back of the room. Nearly a year ago, the two of you had been arguing about the best way to organize the crate of vials Snape had left for you when you finally pushed Theo against the wall and kissed him in order to shut him up. 

You swallowed thickly just as Theo’s slender fingers curved around the back of your thighs. The barrier of your wool tights suddenly felt oppressive even though you’d worn them for warmth. 

“What happened to not ravishing me until a successful brew?” 

“Seeing as you’re entirely hopeless, we might be brewing for the remainder of the day,” Theo said as he pulled you against him. His lips ghosted against the column of your throat, smiling when he felt you shiver underneath him. “And I don’t think I can wait that long without a taste.” 

“What if I say no?” you quipped. 

He pressed soft kisses along your jaw in response. “That may be an even bigger miracle than you brewing the damn draught, but go ahead, little bird. I’d love to see you try.” 

The two of you stared at one another. You were going to cave. Theo knew it. You knew it. If you were capable of saying no to the insufferable git, you wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. Finally, you sighed. 

“Fuck it.” 

You pressed your lips against his, nearly toppling him over on the stool. He groaned against your mouth, walking you backwards to the supply closet. Theo lifted you up with ease and secured your legs around his waist, clearing the room in less than a minute. 

A smirk tugged at your lips when he briefly pulled away to nip at your neck. “What?” he asked, his voice a low rumble against your skin. 

“You taste like pumpkin spice.” 

There was nothing but pure hunger in his gaze as Theo nudged the door open with his foot. He set you down against a wooden slab before kneeling between your legs. 

You shivered when those hypnotizing eyes flickered back up to you. 

“Don’t worry, diavolina. I’ll taste like you soon enough.” 

If someone held you at wand point and forced you to say one nice thing about Theodore, it would be that the boy knew how to eat pussy. He probably authored the manual on it. Nott did things with his tongue that defied the very laws of nature. 

You whimpered as he flicked his tongue over your clit, circling not once but twice before lapping up your arousal like a man starved. When his slender fingers joined the mix, you could’ve sworn that you’d transcended reality all together. Theo remained transfixed on you even as he brought you closer to the edge, his forearm keeping your hips pinned down to keep you from arching against his mouth.

“Louder, principessa. I want to hear those pretty little moans when I make you come.”

The sound that came out of your mouth sounded nothing like you. “Oh god, oh my fucking god—“

“You can just call me Theo, you know.” 

You laughed hoarsely as you pulled his hair. “Twat.” 

“Oh, I’m quite enjoying yours at the moment.”

Whatever retort forming in your mind died on your tongue as his fingers curled inside of you, touching that spongy spot that had you seeing stars. The orgasm was a blinding light, an exploding supernova that incinerated your nerves as Theo brought you to the edge. When you came with a cry, he gave your clit a harsh suck and crooked his fingers until you felt overstimulated. Theo had no intention of slowing down even as you spasmed underneath his touch.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?” Theo teased, his mouth glistening with your arousal. “We’re just getting started, darling. I went a whole summer without tasting you and I’m warning you now. I’m fucking ravenous.”

“I can’t—I can’t take any more, please.”

He chuckled darkly. “I do love it when you beg, but I know you can take more. I’ve seen you do it. I want your legs to shake so badly that you won’t even be able to stand before I’m done with you, diavolina. Then and only then will I consider stopping. Do you understand?”

Your throat felt dry, but you nodded all the same. “You’re a sadist, Nott.” 

“And you’re my little masochist," he said, smirking between your thighs. Danger flashed in those watercolor eyes. Theo was far from finished with you. "What a twisted pair we make.”

A shiver skittered down your spine as he yanked your hips towards him. “Now be a good little witch and spread those legs wide, dolcezza. We’re about to find out how many licks it takes to make a Ravenclaw scream.”

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[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Small space

John Egan X Female! Reader

Summary: Bucky found himself locked in a closet, with a woman...

Warning: claustrophobia/ mention of alcohol/ use of Y/n/ Swearing/

Word count: 800 words

A/n: I don't have claustrophobia, so I hope I don't mess up :)

She should’ve been more concerned when they asked her to go in a storage closet, but she wanted to help, so she followed Major Egan into the small closet. She drank a little bit before she went into the closet. The 100th were having a party for someone 25th mission. She couldn’t remember who it was, but she was focused on the fact that she was now in a small closet, with Major Egan.

‘’Shit, we’re stuck’’ he said, trying to open the door when he took what he needed. ‘’Are you serious?’’ she laughed nervously. When he nodded, she put her hands on her forehead and kept laughing nervously. ‘’Is this a bad time to tell you I’m claustrophobic’’ she looked at the Major, trying to focus on her breathing. ‘’Claustropho… what?’’ he said, confused about the word she used. ‘’Afraid of small spaces, Major’’ she breathed.

He noticed her on the base before, but he never paid attention to her. He knew her name, because when he heard it, he thought it was a beautiful name. He looked at her, not knowing what to do. If he understood her correctly, she feared small spaces, so for her, being in this closet was terrifying for her. She felt like the walls were closing on her, she was breathing in and out, but she was so scared.

‘’Are, uh, are you okay?’’ he asked. They were so close to each other, he felt her quick breathing, he could even feel her shake. ‘’Not really’’ she whispered. He felt bad for dragging her into the closet. ‘’What can I do to help?’’ he asked, genuinely caring for her well being. ‘’Hug me, hearing someone’s heartbeat helps usually’’ she muttered.

So, he got closer to her, hugging her. Y/n pressed her head on his chest, focusing on his heartbeat. She was still shaking, but after a couple of minutes, she was able to calm down. She matched his breathing, it was soothing. She felt calm, for a split second, she forgot about the small storage closet. His head was resting on hers; he felt her body calming. He noticed how she breathed at the same time as him.

‘’You feel better?’’ he whispered, not wanting to talk too loud and stress her. ‘’Yeah, but I’ll feel better once we’re out of here’’ she smiled. He smiled and looked at her. ‘’We’re going to get out of here, I promise.’’ He said, creating eye contact with her. ‘’Thank you for helping me, Major.’’ She blushed. ‘’It’s normal, I’m sorry for dragging you into this’’ he apologized. ‘’You didn’t know what was going to happen’’ she tried to see the positive side, to try and not make the Major feel bad.

The door opened; it was a couple. ‘’It’s already in use’’ the men said. ‘’Please don’t close the door! We were stuck!’’ Y/n exclaims. She got out of the closet as quick as she could, not even waiting for the Major. She looked around as she practically ran outside. ‘’Ah! Space, I’ve missed you!’’ she exclaims. Bucky, who followed her outside, laughed at her happiness of being outside. She turned around to face the Major. She smiled to him as she took a deep breath of fresh air. ‘’That was fun, Major, but let’s not do it again, ever.’’ She shook his hand as she giggled. ‘’I didn’t think it was that bad…’’ he stopped, asking unofficially for her title. ‘’Y/n, just Y/n. Red Cross volunteer’’ she smiled. ‘’Y/n’’ he completed his sentence.

Weeks passed since they both got stuck in the closet, he tried to visit her, but since he was busy with mission, he didn’t have much time. ‘’Y/n! Good morning!’’ he smiled, entering the room. Y/n looked at him, smiling to his never-ending enthusiasm. ‘’Good morning, Major’’ she smiled as she handed him his usual coffee. ‘’You know you’re my favorite part of the day!’’ he said, meaning every word. ‘’Why’s that?’’ she asked, genuinely curious. ‘’Your smile, it’s like the sun, shining brightly every time look at it’’ he said, looking at her.

She blushed and hid behind her cup of coffee, smiling again. ‘’See, how could my day go wrong with that smile’’ he said, making her blush even more. She bites her lip; she didn’t know what to say. ‘’Do you want a donut with your coffee, Major?’’ she asked him. He shook his head as he smirked, proud of the effect his words had on her. ‘’I’ll see you later, Major’’ she smiled when she saw the red light, indicating a mission lighting up. ‘’See you later, sunshine’’ the nickname rolled off his tongue. It surprised her, but she still smiled at him, watching him leave the room. Sunshine, that was her new nickname…

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[creativesaturn]

hey i was wondering if you could do a student x teacher kinda vibe w fem!reader x emily prentiss and make emily a soft dom and possibly include a mommy kink as well? tysm!

Summary: Finding pleasure in Emily; your professor.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: age gap (not specified but reader is in her 20s), mommy kink, oral (r! receiving), public place, marking

Word count: 1.2k

a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Hopefully you like it, if not you can request again. I also take constructive criticism (not) well

You don't know what happened; or how it happened.

All you knew was that you were in a trance. Dizzy with her touch, clouded with the pleasure her delicate and soft fingers brought to you by a soft graze.

"You're quiet again, y/n." Emily whispered, leaning on her desk that stood behind her.

You blinked your eyes back to her own, the seat beneath you suddenly feeling uncomfortable and her office felt stuffy and claustrophobic.

"I'm sorry," You mumbled, wiping your eyes with the knuckles of your hands until you saw sparks.

"I'm still confused on why you need help." She stated, continuing the conversation from seconds prior.

"You're already doing great in my class, extra help isn't really needed." She added, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I know. I just feel like I could do better." You sighed, bring your hands down. You tried your best not to break eye contact under her intimidating gaze.

"Really? That's the only reason you think you need help?" She scoffed, letting a dry laugh with a tilt of her head.

"Ye--yes?" You muttered. You were afraid she knew more than you knew yourself. Maybe the feelings you were suppressing for the woman in front of you were coming to bite you in the ass with a psychological act.

She smiled, bending her body to place her hands on the arms of the chair you sat in. Her face was mere inches away from yours as she trapped you with her body.

You were bit.

"If you wanted to spend more time with me, you should've just asked." She whispered, her sultry breath hitting your face.

You didn't know what to say, standing in your own puddle of embarrassment as she peeled you open like a book.

"I can help you. But--not in the subject you're asking for." She muttered, eyeing your lips.

"Unless you don't need that either." She pouted, picking her body back up. She tilted her head once more, watching as your eyes didn't move from their previous position. Your breathing was erratic and your fingers stopped fidgeting with themselves.

"Come to me when you actually need help, y/n." Emily said to you, her voice losing the seductive tone as she spoke.

As she was about to walk back behind her desk, you grabbed onto her hand to turn her back around.

"Yes?" She raised a brow, hiding her fighting smile behind her poker face.

"I want it." You nodded, "I-I need it." Your voice broke as you spoke, unaware of how close she'd gotten to your face until her lips were slammed into yours.

Your lips moved together, at least Emily's did. She dominated your mouth, doing most of the work as she slid her tongue inside your mouth to explore everything you had to offer.

She pushed you against her desk, pressing her hips into you to keep you from moving. Your hands kept their place on her face, keeping your faces connected.

Her hands were quick to unbutton your pants, pulling them down in a swift motion which disconnected her lips from yours.

She placed her lips onto your neck, nipping at the soft flesh as her fingers teased your clothed clit.

You moaned at the feel, her cold fingers seeping through the fabric. You threw your head back, combing your fingers through her hair as she created bruises where her lips once were.

Emily moved her lips back to your ear, "Your pussy is already so wet for me, huh?" She whispered, teasing her fingers up and down your folds.

"Mhm," You hummed.

She smirked at your response, moving her hand away from where you need her the most. And, before you could protest, she snaked her hands to the top of your thighs to pick you up onto her desk.

You watched as she dropped herself on her knees and spread your legs with her hands, biting her bottom lip at the sight of your soaked panties.

She finally moved your panties to the side, getting a good look at your glistening pussy before moving in to place light teasing kisses.

You whined at the feel, you were incredibly needy for her and the teasing wasn't helping the feeling in your stomach that begged for pleasure.

"Be patient, y/n. You've always been bad about that." She whispered against your clit, looking up at you through her eyelashes as she finally trapped your bundle of nerves between her lips.

"'m sorry.." You moaned, gripping onto the edge of the desk until your knuckles turned pale.

"That's right, apologize to Mommy." She hummed, sending the vibrate straight to your core.

You moaned at the name, you never saw yourself being the kind of girl to call someone 'mommy'. But the sound of it coming off her lips, made you want to scream.

"Yes, mommy. I'm sorry--" You whimpered. Her attack on your cunt turned desperate the more you spoke.

She sucked mercilessly on your clit, using her tongue to tease your entrance and taking your clit slightly between her teeth to watch you squirm.

She could tell how inexperienced you were; virgin? She wasn't sure. But she barely got started and you were already showing signs of an orgasm.

The louder your moans got made her groan against you. She adored the noises you made for her, especially since it was a public office; anyone could hear.

"Yes--oh! Mommy, 'm gonna cum.." You warned. The familiar feeling in your stomach fastly approaching and waiting to snap.

With your warning she moved down to your entrance, licking around it before sliding her tongue inside. Her nose brushed against your clit every time your hips grinded against her involuntarily.

She pushed her tongue in and out of you, waiting to taste your sweet release.

With a moan of her name, you came undone on her tongue. Your toes curled, your back arched and the knot in your stomach snapping in unison.

She moaned against you, feeling your juices fill her mouth with a content sigh.

She helped you come down from your orgasm while also milking everything you had to offer her.

She finally pulled back, standing to your face. You were a sight for sore eyes; your forehead was sweaty and your eyes were watering, mouth agape with heavy breaths as you looked up at her.

Emily snaked her hand around your head, moving down to bring you in a heated kiss.

You could taste yourself in her mouth, giving her a soft moan as you deepened the kiss, sliding your tongue inside her mouth to taste her (and yourself) fully.

She pulled back to look at you, her smile widened. "You look pretty, fucked out like this." She teased, caressing your cheek.

"Let me please you, mommy.." You pleaded, biting your lip as you stared at her.

She laughed in reply, moving her hand to go up and down your thigh.

"Not tonight, baby." She shook her head, "Maybe next time." She whispered, pecking your forehead before moving to walk behind her desk.

"Next time?" You asked, following her with your eyes.

She didn't reply, she just looked at you and smiled as she sat in her chair.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of Emily wanting to do this again. Part of you felt guilty for finding pleasure in your Professor, but the other part of you was already addicted to the way she touched you.

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Road Trip |Steve Harrington × FemReader

~ You and Steve make plans for a road trip to the beach that is 30 minutes away from Hawkins, the drive from there and back is a total mess and it's up to you and Steve to calm everyone down and control everything so that it goes planned

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Warning: Use of y/n, readers pronouns are she/her (sorry), complete chaos, mentions of the events from the upside down, Steve feeling left out and 'targeted', might be some misspelled words, a little bit of a cliff hanger at the end. (Enjoy and pls request more ideas)

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“Okay and turn right here”

“Here?”

“Yes babe here!”

It was hard for Steve to hear your directions due to the people in the back of the Volkswagen (that you and Steve rented for this particular trip) were talking a little too loud just for them to be 2 inches away from each other. “Y/n did you get my sandals?”. “Yes I have them in the front with me!” You shouted back to Max so that he could hear you, “oh wait did you get my towel too?”. “I brought an extra one so yes I did!” This time you shouted back to Lucas, “and what about my sunscreen?”. “I have everything that you guys need with me!” You responded to Mike loudly while also talking to everyone to prevent them from asking any further questions.

“How long is this ride gonna take, you know it's hot back here!?” Robin says with an annoyed grunt while moving around, “we're like 5 minutes away just give me a second okay!” Steve replies back to Robin with an annoyed tone. Steve has trouble with being able to concentrate at multiple things at once, he tends to get frustrated or he starts feeling pressured, that's why you're always around, to prevent Steve from blowing up on the kid or even Robin and Eddie.

“Here Robin is the air hitting you know?” You say while moving your air fan towards the back in hopes that it reaches to her. “A little, I would feel more if Eddie's hair wasn't making me claustrophobic!” Robin sounds even more cranky but you couldn't blame her, she was in the very back with a guy who only gets a haircut every 7 months and to top it all, there was a whole lot of movement In Front of her that prevented any access of air going towards her.

“Well beauty takes up space, we already talked about this!” Eddie responds back to robins complaints, he seems to be the only one that doesn't seem physically bothered with his overgrown hair. “Here take one of these” you reach your hand out as far as you can to give Eddie a rubber band, “no that's gonna make my hair look bad at the beach, no girl is gonna want me with my hair up, why else do you think I grow it out!” Eddie replies back while pushing your hand away from his direction to deny your offer. “Well no woman is gonna like your hair being a mess while looking like you haven't showered in weeks” you say to Eddie while moving your hand back to his direction while also trying to dodge your arm from hitting any of the kids heads. Eddie finally took up on your offer and snatched it out of your hand while pouting a little and mocking you under his breath,

“That's true, honestly man, what conditioner do you use cause Jesus, that thing is a bird nest!” Steve butts in the conversation while looking at Eddie through the rear view mirror, “Clubman but that's cause it's always on clearance so I work with what I can get” Eddie moves his head as he talks to Steve to show that he's trying to give him attitude, “that's why, you should use the one that Steve uses, he uses this shampoo called Fa- HEY!” Your sentence was rudely cut off due to Lucas pushing himself through the little gap between you and Steve to get the bag full of snacks that sat on your lap, “sorry excuse me” Lucas says before he sits back down and opens the bag for Dustin and Max to see and grab what they want. “Hey no no no half of those are robins and Eddie's, don't eat them” Steve tries to stop the kids from eating what's not theirs, “yea guys, half of those are mine come on!” Robin says while trying to see and check that none of the kids take her candy, “y/n! Get your kids, they're practically robbing me!” Eddie screams out to you while trying to grab any candy from Dustin's hands.

“Hey, give me the bag”. “Okay just give me a second”. “Guys give her the bag!”. “That one's mine STOP EATING IT!”. “Let me have one!” chaos broke loose over candy, everyone was screaming and talking to each other at the same time, Eddie and Robin were moving in their seats to get a closer chance of getting their candy back from the greedy kids, Mike, El and Will were complaining about Robin and Eddie hitting their heads with their grabby arms and hands while you were yelling at max, Lucas, and Dustin for not listening to Steve and the other 2 adults while also trying to prevent them from eating more candy. Steve wasn't sure if he liked the commotion, he sure didn't like it while driving but he knew that it wouldn't be a perfect road trip without an argument breaking out over something little such as candy.

“OH WOW LOOK AT THAT WE'RE HERE!”

Steve says loudly which grabs everyone's attention, that one sentence has everyone go quiet and look out the windows. Hawkins was the most boring town known, I mean any new folks only go there for a bathroom break to Disneyland so something as basic as the beach was thrilling to everyone including you and Steve.The moment of calmness and quietness was soon over when Dustin and Max opened their side doors to run out. “Woah woah hey guys hold on!” Steve says frantically in hopes of slowing down everyone from getting out of the car, but no one listened to him instead they just kept getting out of the car until it was just you and Steve left, “they never listen to me” Steve sighs and unbuckles his seat belt to get out, he then goes to your side of the car and opens to door for you and help you carry anything that you needed help with. The kids seemed to have found a perfect spot that was not too far from the water but not too close.

you and Steve watch everyone set their towels down onto the sand from afar, “you know what Max told me” you say to Steve to start up a conversation, “if it has something to do with my bathing suit then dont bother, her and lucas already made fun of me enough” Steve says while moving his left arm (since his right hand is dragging along a cooler filled with refreshing drinks) around to make awareness to himself that his swim suit is a joke to the kids, “what? No….well..” you look Steve up and down

“Okay maybe your bathing suit is a little funny” you giggle at Steve which causes him to laugh as well, “no but max told me that she always wanted to go to the beach since coming to Hawkins cause that's the only thing that reminds her of California” you say while squinting your eyes a little to look up at Steve, “is that why you planned this trip? To make Max happy?” Steve questions you, “I want her to feel at home in Hawkins, and with us since we're basically the only ones she has left” you respond back as you watch Max and Robin move Lucas's and Mike's towels and replace it with theirs.

“You know she looks up to you right?” Steve breaks your stare from Max and Robin and you turn to him, “she also looks up to you too, she told me she sees you as her older brother” you look at Steve to see him smile. Steve is an only child (it's pretty obvious) so for him to hear that he's an older brother to someone's eyes, it makes his heart jump from excitement, “they're annoying and all but I still love them you know”

“What purpose would we serve if we don't become role models to these knuckleheads” you say as you gesture your head towards the group of people that you and Steve would kill for. Both of y'all finally catch up to where everyone was at, “Jesus can y'all walk any slower” Mike complains and moves to reach for the bag that hangs around your wrist but you pull your arm away before he can grab it, “hey you should be thankful I bought your stupidly expensive sunscreen, I mean who needs a specific type of sunscreen that costs more than $3!” You complain back to Mike while you dig in the bag filled with supplies in attempt of finding Mike's ‘special’ sunscreen, “I have delicate skin okay I can't help that” Mike moves his arms around dramatically, “how many times do I have to tell you, your skin isn't delicate it's all in your mind” you let out a sigh before handing Mike his bottle of sunscreen which he rudely snatches away from your hand but before he can walk off Steve hits him in the back of his head, “hey have some manners, you're only here cause El’s here so be grateful!” Steve raises his voice at Mike so that he can hear him but he was already walking away from you and Steve while rubbing his head.

After everyone got themselves situated and set all their belongings down in their own area, the kids ran into the water while Robin and Eddie moved not too far away from you and Steve to play and build with the sand. You have your bikini on and your sunglasses and right when you're about to lay down to finally enjoy the breeze, a heavy breathing and soaking wet teen runs up to you (which causes you to lift your sunglasses up to look up at him). “hey uh me and my friends wanted to know if you'd like to play volleyball with us over there” he points to a group of teenage boys standing and waiting there awkwardly, “um…no thank you I just wanna relax for today” you reject the teens offer before lowering your sunglasses down over your eyes, “okay um….” The teen stands there quietly before talking again “can I maybe get your number and we can hang out sometime?” this causes you to laugh, “Jesus dude take a hint and besides you're like 15, I'm too old for you alright so stay in school and go play with your geek friends'' you wave him off but before the teen boy can make any more comments to defend himself someone butts in, “babe do you need help with putting sunscreen on your back?” Steve makes his appearance known as he walks up to you with a sunscreen bottle in his hand, “yes please” you reply to Steve's offer before sitting up straight and giving the teen boy a smug look, “you know this kid?” Before Steve applies sunscreen onto his hand, he points a finger towards the teen who was still standing there, “oh no he was just leaving” you say and this time you wave at him in a mocking gesture, he walks off towards his friends who were laughing at him. “jesus you didn't seem to change since highschool” Steve laughs at your mockery towards the kid while rubbing sunscreen on your back, “sometimes I gotta bring the old me back you know” you mumble due to you enjoying the little message that Steve is giving you as he applies sun protection on your back.

Steve then finishes up your back and he lays flat on his stomach waiting for you to do the same gesture towards him. Yours and Steve's relationship was always equal, for Valentine's Day he'll get you something and you'll make him something, at restaurants y'all both would split the bill, when eating food you'll give half to Steve and he would give half to you. So Steve didn't have to ask you if you can put sunscreen on his back, he kinda just expected that you would and you would've expected the same for him if you were in Steve's position right now.

You straddle Steve's hips and sit on his butt. You apply sunscreen on your hand and rub them together to get the cream warm since you knew that Steve flinches and complains when you don't make any type of lotion warm before putting it onto his back. As you put pressure onto Steve's back, he starts to groan. You make sure that the sunscreen is all over his back but you didn't get off him but instead you continued massaging him. Steve deserved a massage due to always being booked and busy with work or the bills or even the kids, so you're hoping that your massage helps him feel relaxed while at the beach.

You finish massaging him after a while and once you get up from sitting on his lower back half, he slowly rises up with a face that looks like he just woke up from the best nap. “Jesus I really needed that thank you” Steve says now fully sitting up and stretching his arms, “you were looking stiff anyways so I couldn't help but loosen you up” you reply back with a teasing smile “oh God what did I just walk into?!” Eddie walks towards you and Steve with Robin following behind him, “you perv we weren't trying to sound like that” Steve gives Eddie a disgusted face for having his head in the gutter. “Yea sure hey um we're kinda hungry” Robin moves next to Eddie while swinging her arms forward and backwards, “you guys are old enough to make your own sandwich” you tell both Robin and Eddie while gesturing towards the bag and cooler filled with enough supplies to make a sandwich, “oh but I bet if we were any of your scrawny kids then you would've made us a sandwich” eddie replies back to you while pointing towards the kids and moving his head in a sassy way, you look to where eddie was pointing and see all the kids walk out of the water and head towards y'all.

“Oh look what you did now, you summoned them” Steve shakes his head as he watches the group of soaked kids walk to y'all, “I guess I'm making sandwiches” you sigh before getting up and setting everything that you needed up onto a table (that Eddie brought). “Y/n we're hungry”. “Can we eat the sandwiches now?”. “Y/n can you make me a sandwich!?”. “Oh can you make me one too please!?” The kids were now bugging you like you were their mom's and you're already used to their constant complaining and bickering so you did what every ‘mom’ would do, “alright everyone line up no cutting- HEY Eddie, I said no cutting get to the back!” You kept clapping your hands together to have the kids move faster while forming a line. As every kid came up with a towel wrapped around themselves while standing in a single file line, Steve was getting their drinks and chips ready for them to take and sit down. “Can I have mine with no mayonnaise please”. “Yea I know, no mayonnaise and no pickles” you say as you just add ham and cheese to Will's sandwich, “i want mine with no cheese and no mustard?”. “That's how you ask?”. “Oh can I please have no cheese and no mustard” you already had the sandwich set up and you give it to Mike but not after mocking his cranky face as he walks off. Everyone (including you and Steve) were now sitting down and eating y'all's sandwich with chips. “Ooo you know what sounds good right now?” Robin turns towards you, “what?”. “Watermelon” Robin says with an excited tone and smile, “I think we have one in the car, do we have one in the back of the car babe?” You then turn towards Steve who was eating his sandwich and zoning out, “huh?”. “Don't we have the watermelon in the back of the car?” You tell Steve twice knowing that he isn't the quickest thinker, “oh uh….I don't know, you want me to check?” Steve starts getting ready to walk to the car, “no no sit down, Hey Dustin”. “Yea?” Dustin responds to you calling his name (since he was the first one done eating), “can you do me a favor and check if we have watermelon in the back of the car please” you say with a cheeky smile, it was a smile that looked so nice and innocent and hard to say no to.

“....fine” Dustin lets out a sigh before throwing away his bag of chips and heading towards the car. Everyone goes back to their conversation while finishing up their sandwiches, “isn't your birthday coming up?” Max asks you, “oh yea next month” you say while nodding your head, “oh my God we should totally have a girl's night” El tells you and you just widen your eyes at her idea. You didn't have any sisters and you never had a girl's night so the idea excites you mostly when you're going to spend it with people who you dearly love. “I never had one, what would we do?” You say now fully engaged into the idea of a girl's night, “wait you never had one!?” Robin's face was fully shocked, “no why is that bad?” You say with curiosity, “oh no no that's not bad it's just that I thought you had one before, I mean what about all the girls you hung out with in highschool? You never had one with them?” Robin questions you due to the shock of you never having a day out with only girls, “no not really, I mean we would all hang out but they're boyfriends would be around so does that count?” You question the girls again. “no that's called a hang out, we're talking about a girl's night with no one else but us girls.” Max clarifies for you, “yea that means not talking about boys, no calling boys, and definitely no boys being invited” Robin says while eyeing Steve who was listening and watching y'all's conversation, “but I'm acceptable right?” No one answered Steve's question, not even you. “If you go then you're gonna hog y/n away and it'll just be me, max, and Robin” El was the only one that answered Steve's question, “I won't-” Steve couldn't even finish his sentence without being cut off and shut down from the girls, “yea you will”. “You most definitely will”. “Yes you would” with the girls ‘attacking’ Steve he looks at you waiting for you to defend him, “....anyways, do y'all go out or do y'all just go to someone's house?” You decided that it's best not to actually reply to Steve's question but instead go back to the previous conversation. Steve's face was filled with disbelief so he chose to listen and join in on someone else's conversation. “And that when the master comes in and proves to all the other peasants who the real king is but just before he can put his foot down he-....” Eddie stops his conversation with Lucas and Mike to turn his head towards Steve, “can I help…you?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve, “oh me? No I'm just listening” Steve says as he moves his hand around to show Eddie that he can continue, “you wouldn't like it, let alone understand it” Eddie tells Steve and he takes it as a sign to just not join into their conversation anymore.

Steve sat in-between the 2 groups of people and he zoned out while staring at the ocean, his trance was soon broken when he felt someone's presence sit down next to him. He turns his head expecting to see you looking at him with a warm smile but instead it was Will, the least person that he talks to. Even though Steve didn't talk to Will that much, it didn't mean that he was uncomfortable around him, it was just that he wasn't sure what they had in common. “Hey…” Will says to Steve, “hey” Steve nods his head towards Will as a gesture of saying ‘whats up’. Will tries to hand Steve a small bag of chips but he kindly declines, “no thanks man, I ate too much junk today” Steve says before turning his head towards the ocean again, “what junk? I just saw you eat a sandwich with chips and a can of coke, that's nothing” Will scoffs at Steve, “yea well I gotta keep in shape for my lady” Steve repondes back to Will while turning his view from the ocean to you laughing with El and max covering robins mouth as if Robin was gonna say something she wasn't supposed to say. “you do know that she doesn't care if you lose weight or gain weight, she'll still go home with you” Will tells Steve as he opens and starts eating the bag of chips, “yea...that's why- i don't know, sometimes I feel like she's too good for me” Steve says as he still stares at you laughing with the girls, “you know what's crazy, she told me the exact same thing” Will looks at Steve with faint smile and Steve then finally looks at Will, “she said that? She told you that?” Steve knows that you have a strong bond with all the kids so he wasn't sure why he was surprised that you would tell Will something like that.

“Oh yeah, she talks about you a lot when you're not around and it gets annoying sometimes but it's also pretty cute” Will responds in a calm tone while Steve had a face full of shock, “what else does she tell you?” Steve now being more curious leans in closer to Will, “um… I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you” Will leans back a little thinking that he said a little too much than needed, “come on man I drove you here and besides it isn't anything bad, right?” Steve became more and more curious with Will not telling him what you talk about behind his back, “umm….I think she said something about not wanting 6 kids” Will says to Steve with a sour face as he watches Steve's eyes sadden, “oh…”

“Instead she only wants 3” With Will's response this causes Steve's eyes to lighten up with joy, “really?! What else?” Steve asks Will for clarification that he heard things right, “yea and she also said she wants to get married at-” Will didn't finish his sentence due to Dustin walking towards everyone while complaining and empty handed.

“I'm not doing it next time, Jesus that's a long walk. What the hell” Dustin lets out a huff of breath before sitting back down onto the sand. With everyone's attention towards Dustin, Steve grabs Will's attention back towards him to have him finish his sentence, “when does she want to get married!?” Steve is making direct eye contact with Will in hopes that he can answer Steve's question that he's been waiting for since 2 years. “Um… she said when she's-”. “Alright everyone I'm ready to go, it's starting to look a little cloudy!” you scream out to everyone so they can start packing their stuff up and heading back to the car. Will was quick to get up and away from Steve due to the pressure that he got from wanting to answer a basic question that was so important to Steve. This led to Steve sitting there in disbelief and a little bit of frustration, “babe come on help me with the bags please” you call Steve over to you, “yea Steve actually do something” max laughed at Lucas's statement since steve was in fact the only one not doing anything but Steve didn't find anything funny so he threw them both a glare which causes them both to laugh even harder. “Hey cut it out guys but seriously babe, help me out” you tell the kids and Steve while you grunt out of struggle of trying to hold all the bags in one, this causes Steve to move and help you.

With the help from everyone, things got put away quicker than expected, “wipe your feet'' Steve tells Dustin before he even steps a foot in the car, but Dustin being annoyed that he had to walk back and forth to the car, he decided to wipe his feet in the car while making eye contact to Steve. “On the outside not the inside!” Steve screams at Dustin before shoving his head in the car since he's already tired and worn out. Steve pulls out of the beach area and starts heading home, of course the kids (including Robin and Eddie) are going to freshen and clean themselves up at yours and Steve's house and if Steve's feeling chill then he'll even let them spend a night.

Everyone wasn't talking as loud as they were before, Mike and El are falling asleep on each other, Robin and Eddie are looking and daydreaming out the window, Max and Lucas are talking to each other, and Will and Dustin are jamming out to the music that was playing on the radio. With no one talking and everyone being in their own world Steve thought it would be the perfect time to bring up his unanswered question. “Um…you know a little birdie told me that you plan on having 3 kids, is that true?” Steve looks from the road to you back and forth just so he can see your reaction, “is that so? What else did this little birdie tell you?” You look at Steve while raising your eyebrows at him in a mocking way. Steve is a very curious person, he feels the need to know something even if it does change or affect him in any way and you've grown to get used to it mostly since in highschool he would constantly want to know who you would go on dates with. “Well the little birdie WAS going to tell me when you want to get married and I'm just curious cause you know I get like that…when do you actually want to get married?” Steve emphasizes the word ‘was’ and he looks at you now even more anxious to hear any sort of answer to his desperate question, “you really wanna know?” You still look at Steve while loving the way he looks back and forth from the road to you while also nodding his head frantically, it just shows that he really really REALLY wants to know. “Well I want to get married when I'm….” You look at Steve and before you can answer his question someone screams from the top of their lungs from the back of the car.

“I LEFT MY SANDALS!”

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One of Six

     Summary: Reader finds out some pretty big news before the final battle against Vecna. Breaking the news to anyone is going to be challenging, how will everyone take it? How will Steve in particular take it? (conversation between Steve & Nancy but between Steve & Y/N instead)

  Warnings: mentions of sort of teen pregnancy/ fluff & angst/ mentions of violence/ cussing/ mentions of marriage

  Word Count: 1931

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   “No! No! Shit! Fucking,” you swore, trying to keep quiet in the bathroom of the stolen trailer while all of your friends stood just feet outside of it. 

  “Y/N?” a soft knock on the door, the voice belonging to your best friend, “You alright in there?”

  You cracked the door open slightly, “I need you to come in here but be discreet.”

  Robin raised her eyebrow slightly, “Everything ok?” she asked as she entered the bathroom, “God, it’s so cramped in here. Why can’t we just go back out there?”

  You stopped her as she tried to reach for the doorknob, “Because I don’t want anyone else to hear what I’m about to tell you.” 

  “You’re not possessed too, are you?” Robin’s voice thick with worry. 

  “Hell no. Thank God, I can’t imagine what Max is going through right now,” you answered. 

  “Then what is it? Something happen between you and Steve? Because, honestly, right now a couple fight about who didn’t do the dishes or you stealing his hair spray isn’t all that important, meaning no offense-” 

   “I’m pregnant.” 

   Robin’s rambling came to a screeching halt, “What?” 

     You sighed heavily before handing over the pregnancy test that presented quite possibly the brightest little plus sign you’d ever seen. 

   “Holy shit,” she muttered, “Holy shit!”

   Your hand slapped over her mouth, “Robin!” you lowered your own voice, “What part of ‘I don’t want anyone else to hear’ wasn’t clear to you?”

  “Sorry,” her apology muffled by your hand. 

  You pulled away, “What the hell am I gonna do, Robin? This couldn’t have come at the worst possible fucking time. I mean Max might die, who am I kidding? We all might die and what is Steve gonna say?” you sniffled a bit, the tears pooling your eyes, “We just turned 20, I mean he works at a video store and I work at the school paper with Nancy. We are not ready for a goddamn baby. Fucking-” 

  “Y/N,” Robin cut you off this time, “We all understand that there’s a lot going on right now, really. But you have to tell at least Steve. Look, he’s a dingus and all but the guy is a real softy. I mean complete goo,” you chuckled a bit as you wiped your tears, “And he is literal silly putty in your hands. Whatever you choose, he’s gonna be there for you. And if for some reason he’s not, I’ll knock some sense into him.” 

  You sniffled again, “Thanks, Robin,” you pulled her in for a hug, “You’re the best.”

  “I know,” she sighed, you pinched her arm playfully, “Joking. I’m always gonna be here for you, Y/N.” You both held one another for a moment, “Now can we please get out of this closet of a bathroom? I’m getting a little claustrophobic.” 

  The two of you laughed, you stuck the pregnancy test into your pocket before you followed Robin out of the bathroom. 

  “Everything ok?” Nancy asked as she was the first to take note of the two of you returning. 

  “Yeah, just jitters or whatever,” Robin answered for the both of you. 

  “Oh ok,” Nancy smiled, “I think Steve was asking for you, Y/N.” 

  “Thanks, Nance,” you nodded before making your way to the front of the stolen trailer. 

  Steve took note of your presence as you sat in the passenger seat, “There’s my girl. Everything alright?” 

  “Yeah, just was talking to Robin about some girl stuff,” you answered, buckling yourself in, “So, how’s it handle?” 

  “Not so bad. Considering that this is a house,” he answered, you chuckled in agreeance. “Yeah, it’s silly I’ve actually..um..” he sort of hesitated for a moment, “I always had this dream that I’d have this really big family. I’m talking like a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.” 

  “Six?” you raised a brow, laughing slightly. 

  “Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys,” Steve continued, “And every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just see the country.” Your eyes soft as you listened to him, “You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf or something.”

  “That sounds nice,” a slight relief in your voice that you tried hard not to make obvious. 

  “Yeah?” he questioned, there was a hidden need for reassurance in his voice. 

  Your smile tender, “Yeah.” Both of your eyes soft before you shook your head, “Well, uh, except for the six-kid part. That sounds like a total nightmare.”

  “If only I had some practice,” he gestured to the back of the trailer. 

  You nodded, “All right. Fair. That’s fair.” 

  You should’ve been relieved by Steve’s words, that you might make his dreams come true. But just because he had this realization didn’t necessarily mean he wanted that right now or anytime soon. Hence, why you were iterating all of those thoughts to Robin as you trekked through the woods of the Upside Down along with Nancy and Steve who were trailing just a bit behind the two of you.

  “If I had gotten pregnant at a better time then maybe I’d be a bit more relieved. But look at us Robin, we are using a 15-year-old girl as bait and hiking through the Hell version of Hawkins!”

  “You’re pregnant?” a voice came from behind the two of you. You turned to see Nancy, her eyes wide as she looked at you. 

  “Maybe we shouldn’t have been talking so loud,” Robin bit her inner cheek. 

  You marched up to her and kept your volume low, “Nancy, where’s Steve?” 

  “He went to go pee really fast so I said I’d catch up to you guys. But back to my question, you’re pregnant, Y/N?” 

  You let out a heavy sigh, “Yeah, Nance. I’m pregnant.”

  “Oh my God. Does Steve know?” 

  “No, and you have to swear not to tell him or anyone else. This is the least of our problems right now,” you explained. 

  “Y/N, it is a pretty big fucking problem. I mean you shouldn’t be here, you should be somewhere safe and not in the Upside Down!” Nancy lectured.

  “Nance, I was not going to let any of you do this on your own. The safest place for me is with you guys. Besides, too many questions would have been asked if I backed out randomly.”

  “Wait is this what you guys were dealing with in the bathroom of the trailer?” 

  “Yup,” Robin answered, “She went and stole a pregnancy test while we were in the army surplus store.” 

  “Oh my God. I mean, what now? Should we-”

  “Am I interrupting girl time?” Steve’s voice cut off the conversation. You all straightened up, guilt-ridden faces. “Or gossip time,” he glared, “Why do you all look so suspicious?” 

  All of you recomposed yourself, “What’re you talking about, dingus?” 

  “Yeah, shouldn’t we get going? We’re running out of time,” Nancy urged us on before she and Robin sped off, leaving you and Steve. 

  “Well that was weird,” Steve noted.

  You attempted to shrug it off, “Not like anything is normal right now.”

  “You could say that again,” Steve chuckled as you both followed suit.

  There was an unusual silence between the two of you. Usually in a situation like this, as if anything was comparable to it, the two of you would try your best to keep one another’s spirits up. 

  Steve took note of it too, “Is everything ok, Y/N? I mean I know we’re heading into a literal death trap but you still seem uneasy. What’s going on?”

  You tried to push past it, “What’re you talking about? Everything is fine.”

  Steve stopped the two of you, “Look, I know you and I know when everything is really fine and it’s clearly not. Plus you’ve been sneaking around talking to the girls all day. I wanna know what’s going on.” 

  “Nothing is going on, Steve. You’re being ridiculous-”

  “Ridiculous? No, what’s ridiculous, Y/N, is me feeling like I can confide in you when you obviously don’t feel the same way.” Nancy and Robin were now completely out of earshot, “Do you not trust me?”

  “What?” you took note of the pain in his tone, “Of course I trust you, Steve,” you took his hand. 

  “Then tell me what’s really going on with you. Please.”

  You let out a shaky sigh, “Fine.” you turned to look at Robin and Nancy who tried to give you reassuring looks, “I’m pregnant, Steve. I didn’t get a period last month so while you guys were getting supplies, I got a pregnancy test from the pharmacy next door. So that’s what’s really going on with me. And I didn’t want to tell you or anyone for that matter because it should be the least of all of our problems and I didn’t want to give you another reason to be worried or upset. Which you have every right to be with me and I’m sorry I’m doing this to you-”

  Before you knew it your rambling was cut off by Steve’s lips on yours followed by a loving embrace, “It’s alright,” his voice stuff as he stroked over your hair. 

  “I-I’m so sorry, Steve-”

  He pulled you back, holding your face in his hands, “Look at me,” your teary eyes hesitantly lifted from the floor, “Remember the dream I told you about?” You just looked up at him, “About the Winnebago. About seeing the country with my six lil’ nuggets?”

  You smiled a bit, nodding as you recalled the sweet moment, “Yeah, I do.” 

  He nodded, “It’s all true. Every last word.” A small moment passed, “But I left one part out. It’s the most important part. You’re there.” A tear fell from your eye, “You’ve always been there.” 

  “Steve,” your voice trembling. 

  “And if, no, when we live through this, I want it to start right away. I want that life with you or whatever life we might have. I just want you, Y/N.”

  A soft smile spread over your face, “I want that too. I want you, Steve.”

 “I love you,” he smiled. 

 “I love you too,” he pulled your face in for a soft kiss but it was one of the most meaningful ones the two of you had ever exchanged. 

 “Though we might have to talk about that whole six-kid thing. Don’t know if I can handle that stress all over again,” you teased. 

  “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, we can just say one of six? Keep our options open.”

  You laughed, “Sure, Harrington. We’ll keep our options open.” Steve moved in for another kiss. 

  “Guys!” Robin’s voice pulled you from the moment, “We found- oh shit. Are we interrupting something?”

 “Sort of,” you chuckled. 

 “Not sort of, totally and completely,” Steve rolled his eyes. 

 “You told him I take it?” Nancy smirked. You nodded as Steve intertwined your fingers.

 “How’s it feel that you’re gonna be someone’s old man, dingus?” Robin teased, “That poor kid.” 

  “Well, they’ll have Y/N and us so they just might make it,” Nancy smiled.

  “That’s fair,” Robin laughed, “Now come on Mom and Dad. We’ve got something to show you.”

  The two gave you both genuine smiles before turning and leading you off. 

 “Mom and Dad,” Steve repeated, “I really like the sound of that.”

  “Oh really?” you smiled. 

  “Almost as much as I like the sound of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington.” 

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #dad steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things angst #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #pregnancy #pregnant y/n #pregnant reader #upside down #steven harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #fem reader #stranger things season 4

[undercoveravenger]

Put to Rest

Pairing: Beelzebub x GN!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Hi. How you doing? I read your “can’t sleep without you” post for Mammon and I was wondering if you could possible do something similar like that but with Beelzebub?”

A/N: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 15-16!!!! (Please by all means send in more requests for Beel - I love him with all my heart)

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While you had only been in the Devildom for a few months, your time living in the House of Lamentation meant you were no longer a stranger to waking up to company when you were sure you’d fallen asleep alone. Asmo had slipped into bed with you more times than you could count, Mammon had awoken next to you claiming he “must have sleep-walked in here and fallen back asleep” next to you, and you couldn’t even be surprised anymore when you woke up with Belphie curled up beside you, sleeping peacefully. There was something different about tonight though. 

When you had woken up this time though, it wasn’t to Belphie’s peaceful breathing or to Mammon’s snoring or to Asmo’s persistent snuggling, it was to a firm weight pressing against you, heavy enough to restrict your movement and limit your breathing, but not enough to be claustrophobic. You squirmed a bit, craning your neck to be able to catch a glimpse of your surprise bedfellow. 

It was hard to make out much detail in the dim lighting, but you were able to pick out a bit of copper hair poking out from under your blanket. 

“Beel?” you murmur softly, trying not to wake him, but more than a little surprised to see the Avatar of Gluttony in bed with you since he’d never been among your nighttime visitors in the past.

His arms tighten around you as you speak, the blankets shifting as he lifts his head to look at you. His pretty violet eyes are bright and alert - he has clearly been awake the whole time. 

“Sorry,” Beel says, shifting to lay beside you rather than on top of you. “I couldn’t sleep and Belphie said you wouldn’t mind if I came in here.”

A yawn escapes you as you sit up, scrubbing a hand over your eyes as you prepare yourself to kick off the covers and head down to the kitchen, mind racing as you think of something quick that would satisfy a bottomless stomach like Beel’s. “Yeah, it’s fine. You wanted me to make you something to eat, right?”

He shakes his head, arm curling tighter around you. “‘m not hungry.” 

“You’re… not hungry?” Alright, now you’re worried. “Are you feeling okay?” You press the back of your hand to his forehead to check for a fever. You’re not really sure if demons can get sick, but if Beel isn’t hungry-

His eyes drop, intently studying the fabric of your pillows like he can’t bear to look you in the eyes. “I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about what happened today.”

Right- when Belphie had attacked you. Killed you? Killed a version of you? Even if you were fine now, you suppose it really wouldn’t change what had happened earlier - that he would have seen his brother kill you.

“It’s okay,” you reach out to cup his face in your hand. You can’t help but smile as he shifts, leaning further into your palm. “I’m okay.”

He finally meets your eyes, more serious than you’ve ever seen him. “I should have stopped him- I should’ve done something. I never thought Belphie would have done something like that-”

“I didn’t think he would either when I let him out of the attic,” you reply, slowly settling back down and relaxing back against your pillows. Something about having Beel curled up next to you, voice soft and soothing and warmth radiating off him the way it always does, has your eyelids starting to drift closed again,  “And I know he regrets it and wouldn’t ever do something like that again.” You shrug sleepily, curling up against Beel, “I forgive him. And I don’t hold it against any of you guys that it happened.”

Beel stays quiet, holding you close as you fall back asleep even as he gets lost in thought.

He’s not really a worrier most of the time. He knows he will never have to worry about having a roof over his head or food to eat. He knows he and his brothers are strong enough to handle whatever comes their way. But while he had always been confident in his brothers’ strength, he had never thought of it as a bad thing before. Not until today, when he’d had to watch Belphie use his strength to hurt you. 

Sure, he knows you’re right and that Belphie would never hurt you again, but seeing it had shaken him to his core. He’d known he liked you since you arrived, but he hadn’t ever really thought about how much you meant to him until he almost lost you. Now though, with you sleeping soundly tucked up against his side, he can feel the soft shifting of your breathing and the gentle thump-thump-thump of your heart where your back is pressed up against his chest and he knows that he would do whatever it takes to keep you safe and by his side. For the first time since you had been hurt, Beel finally feels his muscles start to relax and sleep begin to creep up on him. With you in his arms, he finally feels like his worries have been put to rest.

#beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x male reader #beelzebub x male!reader #beelzebub x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral!reader #obey me x male!reader #obey me x reader #male reader x obey me #obey me x male reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gn reader #x reader

[imajinxnation]

A request for

Neo Anderson!! x Fem Reader

like a enemies to lovers trope ig

shes apart of the crew and her and Neo never rly go along they have a bonding moment she opens up to him about some traumatic past event they grow closer but didn’t realize someone over heard the person over heard tells everyone she thinks it was Neo she gets mad at him they fight he dose everything to get her to understand it wasn’t him

and in the end they make up ig start a relationship something along those lines

if u can!

Too Far..

Neo (Thomas Anderson) x FEMALE!Reader

SUMMARY // You and Neo have never really gotten along, but that all changes when he finds you crying in your room..

TW // Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

I absolutely LOVE this idea!

Sorry this took so long! Been having writers block!

I don't like what I wrote, but I wanted to finish this anyways

ALL GIFS FOUND ON PINTEREST

The moment I woke up this morning, I knew.. I just knew that it would be an awful day. I woke up in a sweat, having just had a nightmare, my small room on the Nebuchadnezzar not helping and making me feel claustrophobic and panic even more.

I curl my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in them as I tried not to cry, but my tear ducts filled until a droplet of salty water fell, which started to turn into more and more tears, streaming down my cheeks. I let out a choked sob, trying hard to not make too much noise and wake up the people in the rooms beside me.

Apparently I failed at keeping quiet because, not too long after, I hear a metallic knock on my door. I hesitantly rise from my bed quietly and slide open the door a crack only to see The One standing at my door, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

"Oh, so you are awake! Mind telling me what you're doing, making all that noise?" He asks, obviously having been woken up from my strangled sobs.

I reply, too emotional to try and argue, "Sorry, Neo.. I'm just.. not in a great mood right now," I sniff and rub my tear-stained cheeks harshly.

He notices my glazed, reddened eyes and wet cheeks, suddenly feeling a bit concerned instead of annoyed. He opens the door wider and lets himself in, not saying anything. He plops down on my hard mattress, which makes him cringe at how uncomfortable it is.

"Christ, how do you sleep on this thing?" He asks, rubbing his tailbone.

"Barely.. Not everyone gets special treatment, you know?" I hint at the obvious favouritism.

Neo looks away, a slight guilt nawing at him before he looks back at me. He the pats beside him, asking me to sit with him. I stare at the spot beside him for a second before slumping down next to him, head held down.

"What's going on with you, (Y/n)?" He asks, a slight harshness to his tone.

"Nothing.. I just woke up feeling off.." I say, partly telling the truth.

"You know better than to lie to me," Neo sighs, disappointed.

"..I had a nightmare.. about my life when I was still in the Matrix.." I start to open up a bit.

He looks over at me curiously, "What was your life like there?" He asks, sounding genuinely curious about what my life was before being woken up.

I suck in a breath, debating on whether I should tell him about my past. I sigh and just do it, after all, what's the worst that could happen?

"When.. when I was living in the Matrix like the majority of people, I had a good life.. until the end of middle school.." I let out a shakey breath, "That's when things started to go down hill.. I started to notice things, deja vú, inconsistencies in the Matrix, and how cookie cutter a lot of people looked.."

Neo nods, actually listening to me.

"Thought I could confide in my friends.. Turns out I couldn't, because the moment I dropped out of school.. nobody contacted me ever again, unless you count family.. I was the black sheep and it hurt.." Silent tears fall down my face.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up at Neo, an understanding look on his face, nodding at me to keep going as he rubbed my back to try and console me.

"One day, I was going to the library.. but I got jumped by old 'friends'.. The people I had trusted and loved back in school were now totally against me and filled with disgust for me.." I stop, ending my story with a sob.

Neo hesitates a bit before gently hugging me, bringing my face into his chest, letting me cry into it. One hand stroked my hair while the other patted my back.

"I'm sorry that happened to you.. You were brave enough to share how you felt and share your opinions and they rejected you in the worst way possible.. I know all of us here felt estranged in the Matrix.. but none of us ever did what you were able to do.. not even me," Neo confessed.

We stay like this for a long time in silence and a new understanding in each other. What we failed to realize was the sound of boots running away from my door.

Only a day later, word had spread about my past and how I had been discarded by all my friends when I was still linked into the Matrix. The looks of pity and sympathy coming from the others making me feel exposed and like a wild caged animal, being gawked at and stared at with pity I don't want.

Anger boils inside me and I immediately search for Neo, eventually finding him asleep, connected to the Matrix.

"Hey, plug me in, I need to talk to Neo!" I say, anger evident. The control crew member nods hesitantly, unsure. I sit in one of the leathery chairs, feeling like a patient at the dentist. I feel the sharp sting of metal connecting to the port in the back of my neck and connect to the Matrix.

The crew member gets me as close to Neo's location as possible and directs me to where he is. He's in a fuckin' noodle shop.

"We need to talk," I say, tensed.

Neo looks up and a look of surprise crosses his face as he sees me standing in front of him, a sneer on my face. The surprise on his face quickly turns to confusion as I slide into the seat across from him.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" He asks, obviously confused.

"Needed to talk with you. Why the fuck did you tell everyone about my previous life!? I trusted you to keep something personal like that to yourself!"

Neo does a double take, shocked at the tone I use with him. His brows furrow and a frustrated look crosses his face.

"What are you talking about? I never told anyone about your Matrix life!" He exclaims.

"Oh bullshit! You're the only person I told my past to, so how is it that the day after I tell you it, everyone is looking at me like I'm a wounded animal that needs help!?" I growl out, tears filling my eyes with frustration.

Neo sighs, seeing my teary eyes and says calmly, "I swear.. I didn't tell anyone. Maybe.. maybe someone overheard. The walls on the Nebuchadnezzar aren't exactly soundproof.." he suggests.

I take a deep breath and think for a moment.

"Yeah.. that's possible, I guess.. but who would do that?" I say to myself, not expecting an answer from Neo.

"Look, you can't do anything about it now. Everything's out in the open already, and I'm sure everyone will go back to normal around you once they realize you don't want sympathy or whatever.." Neo says in a low, soft voice.

"..Yeah, your right.. You know, for being 'The One', you're not very good with people." I point out.

Neo laughs a bit, shaking his head.

"Comfort is not my forté. Now, let's get out of here before an agent sees us," Neo grabs my hand and we wuickly leave the noodle shop, finding a nearby phone to leave the Matrix with.

As we left, I had a feeling in my heart that me and Neo had gotten a lot closer because of this mess.. and maybe that's a good thing.

#keanu reeves #x reader #keanu my beloved #keanu reeves characters #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves x reader #neo x reader #neo anderson #neo anderson x reader #thomas anderson #the matrix x reader #the matrix #keanu #the matrix imagine #neo anderson imagine #x female reader #x fem!reader #thomas anderson x reader #the matrix neo #keanuverse

[untilwedont]

A Heart-Wrenching Betrayal

Pairings: Ethan Landry x Male!Reader

Summary: The reveals of the ghostface's leave M/N heartbroken because the one person he trusted the most betrayed him.

Genre; Angst

Warning: Mentions of blood, character death, a dead virgin, spoilers from movie

Part 1

After being in the hospital for a few days, it was finally time. Finally time to end the ghostface killings once and for all. A plan was made to lure in the ghostfaces in a secure area and, "execute them." Tara said looking up from the phone at the group.

The group agreed on a plan and now all you hoped was for the plan to work out. To finally avenge your friend Anika, and all the other people he killed.

The group made their way towards the subway, you and ethan staying behind a little bit to talk. "You know, I can't wait for this to be all over. It'll feel so good to finally be able to relax without worrying about getting stabbed every time I close my eyes." You spoke to ethan, hand in his.

"Same. But I can't wait to finally relax with you." He smiled while looking at you. You couldn't help but smile back, kissing his cheek in the process of walking. There was something about Ethan that made you fall deeper for him every time you looked at him. Maybe it was his charming smile, or his geeky personality, but you felt like you could trust him with your whole world. Like he'd never to anything bad to purposely hurt you.

Once you guys made it to the subway, you noticed that it was crowded. Very crowded. You were somewhat relieved since you knew the chances of ghostface getting you were very slim, but at the same time you were bit of a claustrophobic person. The group made their way towards the bus, but in the process your hand accidentally slipped out of Ethan's and now he was no where to be seen. "Ethan?" You called out, hoping to get an answer, but to no avail.

You sighed, getting on the bus with the other four. Wait... four? Mindy was also missing too. But, the second the door's began to close, she appeared. But it was too late and the subway was about to takeoff. Chad tried keeping the door open it forced itself shut. "Great, now Mindy and Ethan are gonna be a few minutes behind us." You said, irritated that the group was split up.

"Don't worry, they can just catch the next one. They won't be that far behind us, maybe like 5 minutes at most." Said sam, holding onto the pole to keep her from falling. "Uh.. guys.." Tara said, a slight look of anxiousness on her face. You looked at what she was facing it, seeing all of the ghostface costumes on the train. "Great, anyone of these fuckers could be him." You said, sitting down at an open seat.

"I doubt he'd try to attack in such a crowded space. Plus, he probably doesn't know we're here." Chad said reassuringly. "Hope so.." you mumbled.

Finally the tenth stop was reached and you were now leaving the train. You finally met up with Kirby, who told the group that everything was set up. "Where are Mindy and Ethan?" Kirby asked sam. "Oh, they're five minutes behind us." She responded back, Kirby nodding her head. But before anything else could happen, Sam looked at Danny. "Not you."

Danny looked confused, "What?" he asked. "Don't trust anyone, remember? We don't know you, not really..." She responded back. Danny was stunned for a second, "You know me" he said. "You aren't Woodsboro, I'm sorry." She said, hoping Danny would understand, In which he did. "It's okay, I get it. Stay safe okay." He pulled Sam into a hug. "Wait- But I'm not Woodsboro.." You said, slightly confused that Sam didn't stop you either. "You're an exception, now let's go."

Once you guys made it down to the shrine, Sam asked if anyone had any weapons on them. Kirby pulled out her gun, "Okay I'm an exception. I work for the FBI." She said trying to defend herself. Sam shrugged, "Okay well I'm gonna go call Mindy and ask if her and Ethan are almost here." Sam said, leaving the rest of the group. Kirby, Tara, and Chad also departed, leaving you alone.

Since you knew no one in the shrine was the killer, you felt safe to walk around and explore. You walked around and took out your phone, messaging Ethan to see if he was almost at the shrine. A minute passed and he didn't respond, "Maybe he just has bad service?" You thought to yourself, trying to remove any thought that he may have gotten hurt.

//Time skip to Chad getting hurt b/c I cannot have this story being hella long 😭 //

Chad was about to smash a jar onto ghostface's head but he was quickly stopped after getting stabbed in the hip. Tara screamed, trying to get to Chad, but you and Sam stopped her from going. The other ghostface got up from the ground and began stabbing Chad repeatedly. "NO!" Tara screamed, trying to get out of your guys' grasp. "Leave... g-go.." Chad weakly said, blood spilling out of his mouth.

//time skip to ghostface reveals yayy//

"Watch out-" Kirby yelled, but was quickly cut off after being shot multiple times by officer Bailey. Your eyes widened when Kirby dropped to the floor. You were even more shocked when one of the ghostfaces came up behind Bailey. A second after, the second ghostface came up behind him. "W-what the fuck..?" You spoke, but it was almost a whisper. "You..?" Tara asked in shocked. "Ehh, of course me. Frankly I expected more from the three of you, especially you two after what you did to us." He spoke, more focused on Tara and Sam. "What do you mean us?" Tara asked confused.

Then, one of the ghostfaces unmasked themselves. You felt your heart break into a million pieces. It was as if your world completely came tumbling down. You felt sick to your stomach when the first ghostface revealed their identity. "Ethan..?" You weakly spoke and you felt a pit in your stomach as you swallowed the lump in your throat. "Ta-da" Officer bailey said. "Surprise babe. You know, Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery." Ethan chuckled.

"Ethan, what the fuck?... I thought- you knew-.." You couldn't get any words out of you. It dawned on you that Ethan knew Anika would die and he didn't do anything to stop it. "What? You really thought I loved you, M/N? I mean, I only got close to you because you were friends with Sam and Tara before I met you." No, you couldn't believe it. Was what he was saying really true? Did he really never love you?

"But what about..- no.. fuck you, Ethan.." You gave your whole world to Ethan just for him to stomp on it and say 'fuck you'. I guess that's what you get for trusting the dorky ones. "God and you know what? If felt so fucking good to kill Chad!" He laughed out loud.

"But if it's you two, then that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam questioned, fearing her good friend was behind the killings. The last ghostface revealed themselves. "Quinn?!" You spoke in a shocked tone. "Hey roomies, didn't see that one coming, did you?" She asked, clearly proud of herself. "No because you died!" Tara yelled. "Kinda didn't though.. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy, stab Gale Weathers." You were in utter shocked. You still couldn't comprehend that your boyfriend & friend were the ghostfaces.. and officer bailey.

"I mean, it was just a little fake blood, a prosthetic.. you'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with." Officer Bailey said, proceeding to walk toward the small group.

// Time skip to after the explanation of Richie and after they climb the ladder cuz no one cares and b/c this fic is already hella long omg //

You walked behind the rail, trying your best to not slip. Tara and Sam had made it across and u were a little behind. But of course with your amazing luck you accidentally slipped. Tara and Sam managed to grab your arm before your fell. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" You screamed, holding onto them for dear life. Ethan hadn't made it any easier because he tried grabbing and cutting you from below. "You know I've always wanted to stick something in you, M/N!" He yelled while laughing. "Fuck you!' You shouted back at him. "Fuck you!" He said back, even louder.

"Shit, I'm slipping! I don't think I can hold on!" You exclaimed. The blood on your guys' hand made it hard to hold on. "Let me go." You said, already knowing you may fall anyways. "No way, M/N! We aren't letting go!" Sam yelled back. "You have to let me go, Sam!" Sam and Tara heard footsteps from beside Sam and saw Quinn. "Shit.." Tara mumbled. Luckily you had a plan.

You looked at Sam and then the knife she had on her. She nodded and gave you the knife before Tara and Sam let you go. You fell onto the floor. "Got ya, babe!" Ethan exclaimed, swinging his knife into your leg. You screamed out in pain but quickly grabbed onto Ethan, swinging your knife into the side of his neck. He screamed before pleading for forgiviness.

"W-w-ait, pl-e-ase b..babe. I-Lo-ve.. you.." He weakly said, hoping you'd let him go. "Rot in hell you virgin bitch." And with that, you took the knife out him before slicing his throat. You pushed his body onto the ground, watching him struggle to survive before his movements soon came to a stop.

There was a part of you that still loved Ethan. That still wishes things could have been right with him. He broke your heart, yet there was still some guilt you had when you killed him. When you looked at him and saw the man you once loved before now dead on the ground, it hurt to see.

"Ethan Landry, though you broke my heart, I'll never stop loving you. I'll miss you forever."

#x male reader #male!reader #male reader #malereader #scream x male reader #ethan landry x male reader #gay #jack champion x male reader #ethan landry #jack champion #ethan landry imagine #jack champion imagine #ethan landry x reader #scream x reader #jack champion x reader

[simpxxstan]

perfect complements (ch. 5)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.7k

warnings: nothing really except a few curse words and one suggestive joke.

a/n: exams are finally over! going to try and update this as regularly as possible before i get busy again. also: congratulations to bss for the daesang! their aaa performance was GOLD like no one does it like them honestly. hope you like this update! do let me know your feedback, it motivates me so much! this is a filler chapter, largely. kinda important to understand the gaps i guess. sorry again if the slow burn is hurting, next chapter promises action. also, about the poll: i promise mingyu fic coming up real soon! last thing i wanna say: thank you for 200 followers omggg lost my mind over it for a day yk <3 i hope i keep entertaining you for a long time on my blog!

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It is well past midnight, but you cannot sleep at all. Perhaps it is the caffeine and sugar from the coffee and the crepe cake you had indulged in after dinner. Perhaps it is the stress of packing for the upcoming trip. Perhaps it is the chill in the wind that lingered in your bones for too long. 

Or perhaps it is the weight of Minhee’s words weighing down on you. 

You keep thinking of the conversation you had with her in the afternoon. 

_

Eight hours ago, Minhee had appeared at your front door, carrying bottles of soju and convenience store food, an apologetic expression on her face as you had opened the door in confusion. “I can explain, Unnie. I’m really sorry.” One look at her usually bubbly face now scrunched up and clearly distressed, and you didn’t have the heart to be mad at her anymore. Soon you were sitting on the couch, slurping ramen from the big cups, already two cups down, biting into cheese kimbaps, and drinking soju. It was an utterly unhealthy combination, but it was oh, so healthy for your hearts. After gobbling down the food and getting over with casual small talk, she had finally nearly lying on your lap, as you huddled into one blanket. 

“My sister’s getting married this weekend.”

“What?!” 

She looked up, smiling but it was not quite reaching her eyes. 

“Isn’t your sister already married…?”

“My youngest. You forget we are four sisters. My eldest got married three years go, the one right after me got married six months ago, at whose wedding you ate half the cake,” she teased, and you pushed your face into your chest in embarrassment. “This time it’s my youngest.”

“But you’re not happy?” You asked, even more confused. 

“No, no, I am! You know I’ve rooted for Miso and her partner forever!” You nodded, having heard about this couple quite a bit. 

“Then?”

“Nothing, it’s just… I’m the only sister who’s not married now. My sister who is five years younger than me are getting married but…. I can’t even last a stable relationship. And my parents-”

You huged her, noticing her eyes getting teary. “Minhee-ah! Don’t mind what your parents say, please. You know how parents can be…”

“But Unnie… I’m thirty now! I’m turning thirty-one in, like, three months, but I haven’t even been able to last a relationship for more than a year in my life, and it’s quite fair honestly for my parents to be bothered about this-”

“But this is your life! You should decide the pace, darling. It’s not important if your parents want you to get married early. They may have done it early at their time, but you should definitely wait till you’re ready! It’s not that late honestly-”

“Unnie, I think it is late though. I should think about freezing my eggs-”

“Oh baby, why are you thinking so hard!” 

“I’m not Unnie! Trust me, you’re lucky your parents haven’t pressurised you with this. It gets so claustrophobic whenever I sit with my parents these days. It’s all they can talk about. My mom keeps sending me photos of sons of her friends, forcing me to go on these blind dates with random guys, like honestly does she even look at the guys she sends me with? It’s so stressful, Unnie!”

You rubbed her back gently, feeling her heat up in agitation. “Minhee, tell me honestly. Do you want to get married soon?”

She stopped shaking in your arms and said softly. “I do. But I want to wait for love.”

“Then wait. This is the 21st century. This isn't the 18th century that people will scorn you for marrying late. Plus, your mom probably just wants to see you settled down and rid herself of her last responsibilities towards you. She doesn’t mean any harm. Have you spoken to her about this?”

“I’ve tried to-”

“Well then, you gotta be a big girl and speak up, huh? Unless you talk to her, she’ll never understand that she’s forcing you. There must be some middle ground for you to reach.”

She moved away slowly, nodding in gradual understanding. Her face looked infinitely more calm now, and she stretched her legs onto the carpet. “This is why I was so worked up that day… I’d just gotten over with a phone call from my mom interrogating me as to why I hadn’t liked the last blind date she had sent me on.” She then turned to you, facing you. You could see the clouds in her eyes, urgent and earnest. “This is why I’m worried about you, Unnie… you should speak to Hyunsik Oppa about settling down. You’re not getting any younger… and four years together isn’t a joke.”

You sighed, looking away. It was your turn to be worried, and you decided not to meet Minhee’s eyes for that while, knowing too well she’d catch on to the doubts that had been lingering in your mind for months now. You said softly, “I know you meant well, Minhee…. It’s just that, this is something for Unnie and Oppa to talk about, hmm?” She nodded again, speaking up with enthusiasm, “Yes yes, I’m sorry for that day! I just want to be your friend! I won’t be nosy from now on, I promise!”

And that had been that. You both had switched on to lighter topics after that, casually flicking through fancams of idol groups you both liked, or funny episodes from reality shows you had grown up watching since teenage years. Suddenly, it struck you that the next weekend was supposed to be your trip with Minhee and the undergrads to Singapore, and you panicked. She had calmed you down, calling Wonwoo for both of you, and speaking to him for advice, knowing he’d give the best option available.

He had not.

He had actually insisted you go with Seungcheol, mad man Wonwoo, and even agreed to calling off the therapy sessions if you called Seungcheol to ask him. After that, you had no option but to call Suengcheol, who had absurdly agreed. Like, you were seconds away from cutting the call off, calling up Wonwoo and blaming it all on Seungcheol denying the trip request, thereby getting the easy way out- Wonwoo would have no option but to cancel the therapy programme and also let you go alone on the trip, but the damn bastard just had to agree now. For the first time in four and a half years, he had willingly agreed to spend time with you and you didn’t know what to do now. 

“Fuck him!” 

Minhee giggled, slyly saying, “No shit Unnie!”

You were fuming with annoyance and this was not the time for Minhee’s jokes. “What?!”

“Isn’t that what you both want, ultimately? Getting into each other’s pants?” She kept giggling like it was the funniest thing ever, while you made disgusted faces at her mere words. “Minhee-ah, you’re so drunk.” “Am not!” She picked the fourth bottle of soju and uncorked it easily. “Unnie, can you not overreact so much? It’s just three days!” “Three days of torture! Oh god, he’s going to be so smug now. I just know he’ll behave like he’s doing me this huge favour and be all arrogant about it.”

“Unnie, I see why Dr. Lee asks y’all to do colouring and stuff. You really are kids, you know?”

“Minhee, I’m not in the mood now!”

“I’m not kidding, please. Everyone has co-workers they may not like. I remember hating my boss at the research institute I interned at. He was so slimy and always wanted to show me down because I was young. But I tolerated him, right? We just have to get along and live with it because that’s what the world is about.”

You tsked at her sudden philosophy lesson, bobbing on the heels of your feet, not quite calming down. 

“Unless you… don’t just dislike him as a co-worker? Minghao and I are just waiting for you both to tell us that you’ve been secretly crushing on each other for years now. The tension is real, ya know?” she smirked, and you threw a pillow at her face, causing her to duck, laughing at your flustered face. “Minhee, how many times do I have to tell you and Minghao?” “Right, right, sorry! I’ll drop it. You call Wonwoo Oppa now, or I’ll do the honours.”

_

At the end of the day, when the lights are off and you finally lie down in the softness of your bedsheets, however, worries about Seungcheol and the trip aren’t running laps in your brain. It’s thoughts about you and Hyunsik. 

You’d met him for the first time in the third year of your college. He had been everything you’d dreamt of in a boyfriend, coming into adulthood. You’d been too much of a nerd as a teen to ever think of dating, but now that you were in college, you were so ready to date an oppa like the heroines of k-dramas. Or perhaps you’d read too many fanfictions and you had fallen in love with the idea of falling in love rather than the act in itself. Hence, when you saw Hyunsik walk into your undergraduate statistics class as the RA, you’d toppled over your feet and fallen headfirst for him. From daydreaming over how his pretty fingers traced the words on your answer scripts when he corrected them for you, to journaling every day about how many times he made eye contact with you, you had become completely smitten by him. But he was an RA, a Postgraduate student, two years older than you. He hung out with many pretty unnies, one of whom definitely had to be his girlfriend. So before you could gather up the courage to actually confess your feelings, he had passed out of college, and you’d been forced to move on. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t dated since then. After the initial crush on Hyunsik and the heartbreak of unrequited feelings, you had become bolder and started moving into the market more decisively. You had dated a total of eight people in the five years after that, most of which relationships had ended without any hard feelings and you had remained distant acquaintances with them. It wasn’t that none of them had captured your heart- they had each loved you in their own special ways, but it never felt enough. 

So you framed a pretty excuse for yourself: it was because none of them were Hyunsik. It was because he was perfect and nobody else compared to him. 

In hindsight, you were so wrong.

In hindsight, you probably should not have ended things so quickly after comparing them with what you imagined Hyunsik would be like. Imagined being the key word, because you had filled in the gaps that you didn’t know about him (which were a lot, considering you had only known him from a superficial level), using romance novels you had grown up reading. 

And you’d lived with that perfect image of him, until you’d met him at the college reunion. Apparently it had been organised for the two batches before you, and the two batches after you. And Hyunsik was there. So when he came walking up to the corner where you and your friends were chatting up on the old times, you had been stunned and had fallen back into the rabbit hole you’d been trying to get out of for years. He was still as gorgeous as before, and as he soon slipped, single. He had bought you drinks, made you laugh too many times, and then taken you home that night. 

Life had not been the same since then. It had been a whirlwind for the first two years, and you had gladly found out that he was exactly what you had imagined him like. But then-

Then he had got a new professorship opening in Canada, and he had moved away, on your insistence that this was a wonderful opportunity for him. You were so sure long distance would not affect your relationship, in fact, you’d been confident you’d even be stronger now. 

In hindsight, you were so wrong. 

_

You let the phone fall onto the pillow next to you, gently fading your attention away. You’re confident he will not pick up the call, like the last few days. 

“Jagi?”

You hear a faint voice squeaking out from your phone, and turn to the screen in shock, seeing the phone screen alight with his call receipt. You quickly click the speaker button, and reply, “Oppa! You picked up!”

You can hear his soft chuckles on the other end. Quickly checking the time, you realise it’s 9.30 am in Toronto. “I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. I’ve really had no time to even eat properly,” he explains softly, making you worried. “You’ve not been eating properly? Yah, do you need me to come over and take care of you now?” You’re half teasing, half anxious. Somewhere you hope that he’ll bend and say that he does need you to come there for him. You know you’ll cave in if he says it, you’re that desperate for the least bit of his attention. Anything that’ll convince you that Hyunsik from two springs ago will be back.

“Y/N-ie, please stop overreacting. I need to lose weight anyway, a few meals skipped here and there don’t matter.”

You sigh, biting your lip. 

“Oppa has to go now, okay Jagi? I’ll drive to university now.”

Your eyes prick with the hints of long-dried tears. 

“Okay, good night Oppa… call me when you get time, hmm?”

“Hmm!” The line disconnects, and you’re left staring into the darkness of your bedroom. Once again, the pain of the past and a dark fear of the future grips your heart and refuses to let go.

_

“Hello Dr. Lee!” You call out loudly as you step into their office, thinking you’re early for your appointment, only to see a very smiley Seungcheol already standing with an even more smiley Dr. Lee near the window of their cabin. You had successfully avoided spending more than five minutes with Seungcheol whenever you encountered each other in the staffroom, hoping he’ll not raise questions about the trip. 

They both turn around to see you walk in through the door. 

“Oh you’re here, Prof. Y/L/N! I just heard from Wonwoo that you’re no longer in need of my services from next week onwards,” they smile knowingly. 

You blush in embarrassment of getting caught. “It’s not like tha-”

“I heard about your bargain, and don’t worry, I’ve not taken offence.” They smile again, walking away from the window and towards the coffee machine sitting in one corner of the room. 

Seungcheol pipes in, “Take note, Dr. Lee, this bargain was framed by our resident darling, Prof. Y/L/N. I have no contribution. I assure you, I quite enjoyed our sessions and I shall miss them.” You roll your eyes, resident darling, really! and slap his arm lightly, laughing sarcastically. He chuckles back in an equally sarcastic tone, both of you throwing daggers at each other using your eyes. It doesn’t help that he’s slicked back his hair today, giving a more prominent show of his strong forehead with eyebrows more bushy than you could ever dream of having, even after makeup. Dr. Lee laughs out loud at your antics and give you both two cups of the vending machine coffee. 

“Well, I know exactly well how you both will be feeling, so no need to convince me. But before I let you go, I have one last task for you both, to conclude my notes.”

“Notes?” you ask, crossing your left leg over your right, ignoring the way Seungcheol squirms away from you as your left leg extends forward slightly.

“My analysis notes. I’ve been studying you two, of course.”

“But you have notes about us?”

“Force of habit, you forget that I am a psychologist and my primary interest is observing behaviours of people.”

You smile at their words, and quietly sip on your coffee. 

“So, what is the final task?” Seungcheol asks. You notice that his coffee is nearly finished. 

“I have a harmony-building task for you two.”

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[golddaggers]

all there's left to do is run

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

warnings: oral sex. arranged marriage trope. no use of y/n.

a/n: so i guess i write for peaky blinders, too. look i don't know. bear with me. i do hope that whoever is reading enjoys this because it's been SO long since i've written something. anything really. so this broke my dry spell. anyways. have fun! watch people behind you leth x

word count: 4k+

The marriage had been a quick affair, done in a matter of a few minutes. 

Little words were spoken to you before your mother pulled out her wedding dress from her wardrobe so she could adjust it to your size for the upcoming event. Until today, you had no idea what your husband-to-be even looked like. If he was tall or short, ugly or handsome, mad-evil or somewhat-kind. You didn’t even know his name. 

Now you sit at the table and watch him weave through the room’s commotion. Thomas Shelby held everyone’s attention so effortlessly it was like it belonged to him already. An unspoken cover of power that kept them from looking him in the eye unless required to.  

There’s a lonely glass of wine before you, shy of a splash left. You had had a glass or two through the night, which was probably why you felt queasy. Whatever is left in your cup, you toss it back before excusing yourself for a puff. The room spun with each step you took towards the exit door. 

It’s a hot and humid summer night outside, but it feels a million times better than the claustrophobic snug of the pub. You light a cigarette, taking a quick drag, and then you close your eyes. The smoke makes you cough, so you lean against the bricked wall - its cold surface a soothing remedy to your pounding head. 

You always knew this was how your people married. To stitch up wars and bring a notion of peace. To broaden their armies and strengthen their power. But you couldn’t help wanting more. You wanted a devoted husband, who would worship the very ground you walked upon. One that would bring flowers just because. One that would kiss you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. You wanted a partner, not an unhappy life meant to bring gangsters a faint idea of an alliance.

Tonight you would be going to someone’s house and were expected to call it home. It was a bit unfair that you couldn’t fully accept them as a family when they had been nothing but kind to you. They offered you drinks, asked you to dance, gave you easy smiles and tried to get to know who you were, beyond your family’s name. His family, Tommy’s, had done their best to make it feel like home. Even when your husband hadn’t tried to make the effort. 

A solitary tear slides down your cheek, and you chuckle like a madwoman alone in the street. You didn’t think you’d find him so handsome. You didn’t think you would want to draw his attention. Knowing you hadn’t stung, like a scrape on the knee. His kiss, when pronounced husband and wife, was… contained. Distant. If he kissed a wall he might’ve shown more emotion. You were glad your face was concealed by the white veil soon afterwards, so no one would be able to tell how mortified you felt.

At the beginning of the party, Tommy sat beside you, but he didn’t talk. Your shoulders brushed, briefly, and he stood up in a blink, tumbling out an excuse about getting himself another shot of whisky. All you did was nod, a dumb, silly-woman nod. Your husband slipped away, his coat left hanging in his chair such was the hurry he left with. 

You blow smoke out in the air and wipe away the warm tear. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing, eh?” His voice cuts through the cold silence. You let out a gasp, in a mix of astonishment and confusion. “Alone out here, do you happen to ‘ave a death fucking wish?”

The answer gets stuck in your throat and Tommy stalks closer. His presence is suffocating, those god-forsaken blue eyes that burn with how cold they are. You’ve never been so affected by a man before, so bewildered. Not one had made words trip out of your lips as sorry apologies. 

He takes the cigarette from your hand and finishes it off. All the while looking straight into your eyes, imposing his dominance as if you’re nothing but a tiny little puppy. The thought makes you huff.

“Still waiting for you to tell me just what you think you’re doing out here alone.” Tommy probes further on the subject, now leaning beside you on the wall. “Was the party not good enough for you, Mrs Shelby?”

“Don’t call me that,” You choke the response out, reaching for another cigarette. “And I’m fine. Just a girl having a smoke, what’s the big deal about it?”

“Danger roams this city. Bad men with bad intentions.” His voice dips lower than usual, he’s so close now. “Don’t y’know tha’?” 

“Hmm,” This is rich, you muse, the noise you make traipsing between the line of appropriate and disrespectful. “I think, Mr Shelby, that I just married the most dangerous of them all.”

Tommy smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, then says, “And what would you do if someone tried anything against you?”

“I would shoot them between the eyes.”

He cocks a brow when he looks at you, and the perplexity you find in his features brings an amused smile to your lips. You take the last drag of the cigarette, then toss it out on the ground, moving away from the cold wall to stand in front of him. Tommy lets you take his hand, such as a father indulging his child, and lets you press it to the side of your thigh. You want him to know you’re not defenceless. That, just as he, you can kill someone in cold blood if you have to.

The soft bump could be mistaken for anything had he not known what a grip felt like. His fingers linger a little too long on your thigh, icy blue staring down at you, a smidge of interest splashed on them.

“Have you used it before?” Tommy asks, his hand moving an inch up, towards the soft lace that belted around your waistline. 

“I think this is the first time today you’ve looked my way,” You say while you push him away. “And you fancy yourself worthy to know anything about me?”

“I’m your husband.”

“And?” Tommy looks stumped, lips pressed together like he’s wondering just who gave you the right to speak in a manner such as this. “I want to go home. Fucking tired of this place.”

The goodbyes are an even quicker affair. You hug your mother and kiss your father on the cheek. Your brothers get walking away waves. Tommy's aunt and sister wrap their arms around you, while his brothers cheer him on. You have only a picture of what comes next. What he’ll expect you to do. It’s unclear if you’ve made the right choice of wanting to go home, to sour his mood with your bitterness.

It’s a silent trip. Tommy doesn’t say a word, even the wind refuses to whistle. All the noises come from the pebbles under the tyres as he speeds up down a narrow road that leads to a secluded place nestled at the centre of a clearing. It’s beautiful, you think, as he circles around the two-story house, to park the car behind it. When the engine stops running, neither of you moves. Neither seems in any particular hurry to leave the comfort of the car seats. 

Your mother taught you things. She spoke of pleasure, she spoke of pain. She, however, did not speak of the erratic pace your heart would take. You weren’t afraid of him, you wouldn’t let him do anything you didn’t want to do, but you were nervous because you wanted him to do all these things to you. Because you didn’t know if he wanted it as well. Especially after how rude you’d been to him. Part of you wanted to apologise, swallow up the words you said, but you knew it was of no use. Perhaps he respected you because of it, and if you did apologise, you’d lose it.

You take out a cigarette.

“Well, we’re home,” He whispers, back flush with his seat, eyes trained forward. “Do you want to go inside?”

“I have.” A thin blow of smoke fills the air around you. “Used my gun. I’ve killed people. Does that change what you think of me?”

“No.” His hand sits just above your knee, his earnest gaze focused on you. “What did you kill for?”

“Dirty fuckers who felt entitled to my attention.” Your reply sets a solemn air to the conversation. “Wish I could shoot my brother.” 

“Is that so, hm?” Tommy’s laugh is a noise you don’t think you could get enough of. A sound you had half a mind to know was like him sharing a secret with you. “I should get you inside, wife.”

“You make it sound so demeaning,” You complain just before he leaves to circle the car and open the door for you. He smells of alcohol and tobacco. “Being someone’s wife.”

“‘S not.” He steadies your stance, the warm palm of his left hand on the small of your back. “What’s demeaning about letting the world know you own a pretty diamond?”

You smile at that. The little compliment. Though you don’t know why you find it appealing, the thought of being regarded as something that could be owned by Tommy Shelby sends a thrilling rush of blood to the back of your neck. You should be appalled that your body betrayed your principles. That something between your legs drummed with the littlest of his touches.

His home is quiet and dark. Quite like himself, you think, as he guides you inside. In the wavering lights, the furniture appears in lush flashes. It’s a posh home, far too big for just one person and a small child. You knew he had lost a wife not so long ago. You knew more about his life than you would care to. If only you had known this was whom your father wanted to marry you off to, maybe you could have convinced him your little sister Rose was a better fit. How were you supposed to care for someone so broken when your shattered pieces were still scattered on the floor?

Tommy disappears. You sigh, a little, whiny noise, then find solace in the comfortable couch. You’re not sure where you can go, if you should wander until you find a room, how would your things be put, if they had arrived yet. Would you sleep in his room? Would he not have a stranger invade his privacy? You didn’t think marriage should be so confusing.

Your mind spins, and you want to have a drink. Something to wash the concern away.

When he comes back, a cigarette hangs from his lips, both of his hands occupied with glasses. Liquid amber courage. You thank him as you reach for one, the taste of a single sip enough to make you frown with how strong it was. Tommy watches you, legs spread apart, head tilted to the side. His posture is inquisitive. It almost feels like he’s trying to find out if you’re here to kill him. 

“Where’s your son?” Your voice is a thin, low sound. You’re tiptoeing now. 

“Pol took him to give us privacy,” Tommy says, faint delight in his tone. 

“Oh.”

“I suppose it’s of no need, eh?” You hide behind your glass, averting his gaze like the plague. “D’yer like kids, hm? They can be such a bore sometimes."

You nod in agreement, but you don’t know how to conduct the conversation anymore. It’s fallen to a treacherous, sloped path. He sits upright, then slides closer to you, to the point his shoulder bumps into yours, and he offers you his smoke. This subtle peace treaty is foreign. You’re not sure if you should take it, but you do. 

His hand trails up your arm in what you’re sure he means to be soothing. You realise this must be because you look too tight. Too panicked, maybe. 

“You think I’m a monster, don’t you?” Tommy whispers while he leans towards you, his lips a danger as they near your ear. “Think anytime now I’m going to hurt you.”

“Not really,” You hear yourself mumbling, in a quipping, prideful tone. “I just… Well, I don’t know. I don’t know how to act around someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” His breath fans over your face. You can nearly taste his smell. 

“I mean, what are you expecting out of this? For me to sit around, drink tea, and spread my legs for you whenever you want like a doll, like a perfect wife? Because I can’t be that for you.”

His lips press the swell of your cheek before he moves away, rising to a stand. Like this, you feel trapped. Almost threatened. Then he offers his hand, his eyes so focused on you, you find them capable of burning flesh, and bone, and soul. 

Tommy guides you through the halls. The walls are cold and grey, void of any embellishment other than the portraits of his late wife. You wonder what it must feel like to lose someone you swore to love until the end of your days. To feel as if it’s an unfulfilled promise of a happy life. At this particular thought, you squeeze his hand, which is still locked with yours, and he looks back at you. A cypher that you wouldn’t bother spending the rest of your days trying to break.

The first gush of air when he opens the door to the room is cold. You feel it pick at your skin, the goosebumps an uncomfortable consequence. It’s not a pretty, happy room. Much like the rest of this place, it’s decorated in austere, serious colours. Dark, almost lifeless. A blue cushioned couch makes up for most of the furniture, a mahogany coffee table set in front of it. If you had to guess, this was likely a room meant for small gatherings. A sip of port wine after a long night. Or, perhaps, a place he came to grieve. 

You don’t realise until a soft, slow ballad begins to play that there’s a gramophone sat in a tall marble pillar that decorates one corner. Tommy walks back to you, his hand outstretched in a silent invitation to join him for a dance. You take it.

“I owed you a dance,” He murmurs while his arm draws you. “This isn’t what you wanted, and it’s not fair, I can understand that.”

“It isn’t what you wanted either.”

“I’ve drunk, I’ve smoked, I’ve partied, I’ve fucked, I’ve loved. I’ve lived, princess, you haven’t. I can settle having a pretty wife whose life I know nothing about, you shouldn’t have to.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” 

Tommy’s eyes pull you. Their shape, their shade. He inspects you, and for the first time, you feel seen. Cold pale blue eats you up and soaks. It's water in soft cotton. 

The moment lasts for a beat, two. Then it’s over. He drops your hand to walk towards the bottle of whisky kept on the highest shelf. You take your time to absorb the tingles his touch left in their wake, unsure what to do with your fingers. Unsure if you should disappear before he turns back to you. 

“I want you to drink,” Tommy answers at last. His back still faces you. Your breath hitches. “I want you to feel good, even if it’s just tonight.”

“Will you make me miserable?”

He snorts, “I might. I’m no good, princess.”

“Bullshit,” You call, half-entertained by your boldness. 

He laughs, finally turning back to look at you. The whisky swirls when you take the glass from his hand to take a sip, then another. Bitter and heavy as it goes down your throat.

In your whole life, you’ve never felt like this. Like you’re at the edge of the unknown. Unable to tell if your next step would make you sink deeper or soar higher. Unable to shake away the butterflies that insist on rioting. 

You finish off the drink.

His eyes never leave you. Tommy looks at you as one does to an exotic animal, curious if it bites. If it can morph into some wild, folkloric thing that’s terrifying. You enjoy being the subject of his attention. Enjoy knowing that, at that moment, you’re the thing swimming inside his thoughts. 

“Thomas?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you fuck me if I asked you to?” The question is so straightforward he sways on his step to sit back down next to you. 

“Do yer wan’ me to?” 

You nod, an untamed beast gnawing at the bottom of your belly, “Have you ever been with a man?” 

“Does it matter?”

Thomas Shelby smiles, you contemplate as he gives you the first smile you’ve seen on his face. Laughter is a bad, ugly cousin compared to the glimmer of his smile. You can’t help but sigh, pulled to him, compelled to never avoid those damned eyes. A blue so bright it’s the crystalline water of a still lake. 

“Yes, it matters.” He strokes your cheek, sliding his knuckles up the cheekbone. “Have you?”

“No.” Your voice crackles. Imperceptible almost. “Is it bad that I had no others?”

Tommy huffs, then kiss the tip of your nose. Then each of your cheeks. Then your lips. When his mouth finds yours, you swear you’ve started to tingle all over. You’ve walked straight into an anthill. He doesn’t linger, though, his kisses finding a poisonous path that turns your thoughts into an incoherent mess. 

You’re aware he’s handling you like one would handle a doll. He turns you around to undo each button that keep your white wedding gown in place. When the tips of his cold fingers touch your bare back, you’re inflamed. Consumed by bright, orange flames. 

The silk fabric slips out of your arms, bunching around your waistline. Beneath, the chemise you’re wearing feels plain and not at all attractive. Your nipples poke at the fabric when he presses his lips to your neck, and you make a strange sound after his teeth close around the delicate flesh. You can feel the smirk he’s wearing, he’s proud to have you like that. Whining, borderline begging.

“Stand up,” Tommy whispers, both hands on your waist. “I want you to take this off.”

You do, even if you’re not sure your legs can hold your weight. When he’s sure you’re not going to fall, he kneels before you. It’s a sight. To have this man, a wild, dangerous man, on his knees for you. To have him worshipping your waist, your hips, your body. Tommy pulls down your dress as if it’s made of glass, as if he pushes it too hard, it’ll rip. Then you’re out of it. Standing in only chemise, stockings and high heels. 

A wave of sudden embarrassment washes over you. You’ve never been this exposed before. Not to a man at least. His eyes never leave yours, not when he undoes the buckle of your right shoe, then the left. Not even when his hands snake up your thighs, unclipping the suspenders to take off your socks. It’s only when he’s about to take off the last piece of clothing that he breaks eye contact and stands up, with a silent plea for you to raise your arms. 

At this point, the beast sits heavy in your lower tummy. Your breathing has turned into this unsteady, shallow panting. 

“You’re so gorgeous, princess,” Tommy’s voice breaks the daze you’ve been in. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“Thomas…” 

“Hm?” His thumbs dig into the flesh of your waist. “What d'yer want?”

“You.” 

He smiles before he kisses you again. This time it’s less chaste. His lips salvage yours. They bite, suck. It’s a winless fight, so you just give in, you let him take what he wants to take. Because it’s his already. You knew that you’d be here. You knew that, regardless of being insane, you'd always cave in for him. 

Tommy helps you down back on the couch and your legs fall open in instinct. Back on his knees, his eyes are now zeroed on your dripping pussy, and you can’t bite back the moan that bubbled when his index finger teased you. He does it again. Then again. Its tip just circled, never sinking in. It builds something up that gets tears in your eyes.

“It’s too much, please…” You whimper. 

A long whine fills the room, his middle finger lodged deep in you. Your husband wastes no time feasting, a mess of saliva, and tongue, and grunts. He’s so handsome, you could stare at him forever. Sweat-slicked, ruddy-cheeked. You can’t even find it in you to bother that the friction burns, just with a single finger. 

“Fuck, princess, you’re so tight,” Tommy says in an ethereal voice, too distracted to keep his thoughts in check. Even his accent grows thicker. You fist the cushions. “How d'yer think yeh can take me cock?”

“I want you, please, husband.” 

“No, not tonight.” 

The moan that follows is loud. Too loud. He sucks the throbbing clit, his tongue flickering around it, “‘M so close.”

It’s pathetic that he had to do so little to make you lose your mind. His finger slips out, but his hands force your hips further to his face, rooted to the base of your thighs. He eats like he’s starved. Like he needs the dripping slick to survive. You scream, your body falling back on the soft couch, your heels digging into his back as if this will make him even closer to you.

It grows and grows and grows until it breaks. Molten, animalistic pleasure. Your eyes roll as you realise you’re shaking. It doesn’t stop Tommy, he still works on you as a madman would. Crazed. Keen on getting you through this new set of feels. You’ve felt pleasure before, but never this strong. Never quite rattling. Never so devastating that all you could manage to do was lie there, limp. Each of your limbs weighing about a ton. 

Silence shrouds you. You want to ask him to take you to bed. That you wish to sleep for the whole weekend. No words leave your lips. You just watch him, how his mouth glistens, how his eyes gleam in the dim light. 

“Did I break you?” He asks, his cheek resting on the inside of your thigh. “You haven’t said anything.”

“Oh.”

“I should take you to bed,” His lips find the supple flesh in a quick peck. So intimate it’s as if he’s done it loads of times before. 

“Please.”

Tommy doesn’t seem to care that he’s leaving a mess of clothes behind. You watch them from his back, scooped up in his arms, and it makes your chest swell. It’s such a foreign emotion, this vulnerability you’ve allowed yourself to feel. Never in a thousand years, you’d admit this out loud, but this man has just stolen your heart. 

“Where’s my bedroom?” Your voice is low and slurred. 

“Do you want one for yourself?”

“Thought it was part of the deal.” 

You hear him kick open a door, and then you’re set on a comfortable mattress. The thought of complaining the second he’s not on reach crosses your mind, though you remain silent. 

“The deal is… You’re my wife.” Tommy starts undoing the buttons of his jumper. “And wives are supposed to sleep next to their husbands.”

“Thomas…”

“Princess, don’t think about this too much,” He’s free from all clothing except his white drawers. His body is warm and welcoming when he lies next to you. “You have to rest.”

“But…”

“Shhh, sleep.” Your husband, and God, how foreign it feels to even think of regarding him as such, kisses your shoulder, an arm wrapped around your waist. “We’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?”

“Yeah,” You finally agree, too tired to stretch the conversation any further. “Okay.”

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x you #tommy x you #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders

[joshlmbrt]

warnings; this is inspired from @eddiemunsonw !!!! i’m not basing this all on their writing, but just a fixit (even though i haven’t seen this weeks episode, just saw that one photo 🧍🏼‍♀️), gun, a stab wound, scary munch (even though i kind of like him in a way. bro gets it done), gator (although oc), roy makes an appearance, lower case intended, this is also not my best work - yikes

thinking ab what might happen to gator… but what if he had a wife and a child…

it had been a week. a long week of checking over his shoulder at all times. he even went as far as buying an extra lock for the front and back door, telling you that only he had a key for it - keep it locked unless he uses the secret knock.

of course, you were confused and worried - especially since ivy was only a year old now.

two weeks in, gator felt a little relax - still high on alert though - he could actually sleep for a good hour or two before sitting in the dining room, getting a good view of both locked doors.

you step into the room, leaving the door closed a bit before making your way over to the bed and crawl into the soft sheets.

you watch gator as he bends down, untying the laces of his work boots before crawling over to him and wrapping a arm around his neck. you press a small kiss to a freckle.

“you okay?” you lean your cheek on his shoulder and stare at him. he nods a bit, toeing off the other boot. you lean closer and press another kiss to his cheek. “you sure?”

“i will be.”

you frown and open your mouth, brows pinched when you hear something outside. he stands, your arm dropping to your lap.

“gator?” you watch as he slips his boots back on quickly. he reaches for his gun, checking to make sure it was loaded. “hey, honey, what’s-”

“go to ivy’s room and sit in her closet. do not come out under any circumstances, got it?” he lifts his brows at you.

you nod, standing from the bed. his hand stays on your back as he follows you to ivy’s room. she was already up, wild curls sticking out. she was giving a grin, showing off her two teeth.

you would’ve cooed if you didn’t feel nervous.

you lift her from the crib and she grips onto your shirt. he presses a kiss to her head before one to your lips. “don’t come out. promise me?”

“gator-”

“promise?”

you hesitate, but not. if you did, you wouldn’t technically be breaking it - you didn’t say any words.

he nods, opening the closet door and pushing you into it. he gives you his phone. “call Roy.” the door shuts.

your a bit claustrophobic, but ivy is doing well, so you try not to hyperventilate or cry.

the call with roy is quick, he was the one to hang up. you could distinctly hear some yelling downstairs, before there was a loud thud.

you flinch, blinking hard. you grab gators phone, turning on some white noise for ivy who was sleeping in the corner on a small blanket pile.

you stand from the floor, opening the closet door and peeking out.

you could hear glass breaking and gators scream. and he expects you to stay put while he gets beat?

you quietly shut the door back, tip-toeing your way outside, careful not to step on creaky steps on your way down.

you cover your mouth, watching as his body hits the ground and a man - who looked larger - kneels down on the ground.

you’re completely on autopilot, blacking out, when you hear gator cry out again, coughing.

there’s someone shaking you, gripping your arms. you blink, roughly, as you feel the cold breeze from outside travel through the opened door. your hand is still clutching on to something.

your eyes dart down, dropping the gun to the floor with a clatter.

there’s large boots sticking out from a over on your floor, and a grunt.

your name is being said and you look over at roy. “there she is. where’s ivy?

“u-upstairs. in her closet, she was-” you finally hear the little girl crying. you go to run up the steps before stopping watching as she’s being carried down.

she reaches out and you grab her, pulling her close. “i’m sorry, baby.” you press a kiss to her head. “i’m sorry.”

“looks like he’ll make it,” roy places his hands on his hips as he stares down at gator on a stretcher.

your eyes land on him and your by his side in an instant - ignoring whatever negative thing roy might say next.

“you broke your promise.” he winces as he shifts on the stretcher.

“technically, i didn’t.” you grab his hand. there was a gash on the side of his temple, nearing his eyebrow.

he grips your hand. “thanks for saving me.”

you nod, leaning down and press your lips to his forehead. “always.”

gator tags; @officerrrfriendly, @keerygal, @halflifejess, @alltoomay, @whisperingwillowxox

#gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #joe keery x reader

[justmeinatree]

02 - Made Of Something New : Canada

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

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TW : smut, drugs (weed), choking, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 5.4k

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GIF : @horansqueen

May 10th - Vancouver, Canada

“niall,” you hum, patting his knee. “relax, please. stop beating yourself up.”

you notice niall visibly relaxing at your words. he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little bit.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know. it was never my intention to make you feel bad,” you smile at him innocently. you truly didn’t know he was in a relationship.

his eyes snap up at your comment, shaking his head vigorously, “no, no, don’t apologize, please. you make me so confused,” he adds so softly under his breath, you only heard him thanks to the close proximity. “christ, i shouldn’t tell you that, i just met you,” he chuckles. 

you notice him struggling with his thoughts, you can see it his eyes, his mind is racing. 

“do you want to get out of here ? talk a bit more privately,” you chance asking, knowing the answer is probably no. but you really want to be able to have a moment with him, alone. see what’s on his mind.

“there’s a spot out back of the hotel. only the employees use it,” you shrug. “it’s always empty at night, just a little courtyard with a few picnic tables. we’d be totally in private and we can just talk.”

niall’s eyes flick over, meeting yours. he wants to, god he wants to so so bad. he hadn’t noticed it until now, but the room is stuffy. he feels a bit of his claustrophobia creep up on him. plus, he trusts you so much and he doesn’t understand why. before his brain really has time to catch up, he stands, nodding “lead the way.” 

you smile, quickly standing up with him, leading him out of the bar, through the lobby towards the back of the hotel. you head towards a door, with a “do not open, alarm will sound” sign on it. 

niall grips your arm, holding you back, “what the hell are you doing ?”

“have a little faith niall,” you chuckle, shrugging his hand off, pushing through the door, holding it open for him. “you coming ?”

niall looks at you, confused, “you have some explaining to do,” he chuckles as he walks through the door, following you down the long hallway.

“a friend of mine used to work here,” you hum, chuckling. “she showed me this spot. apparently the employees keep the sign there so people wont go through. and this way, they don’t need a key,” you explain as you walk through another set of doors, leading to the courtyard.

niall looks around at the small grassy area, a few picnic tables spread out, an old heater for the colder months and some sets of string lights hanging above. “this is nice,” he smiles, taking a deep breath of fresh air. “thanks for bringing me here.”

“it’s no worries,” you smile at him, climbing onto one of the tables. “looked like you needed to get out of there.”

he nods, taking a seat next to you. “it’s not always easy,” he starts to explain as you listen intently. “i’m claustrophobic. and add the feeling of always being watched or being paranoid that anyone could be taking pictures, and sometimes things get a little overwhelming.”

you place your hand gently on his shoulder, giving a little reassuring squeeze. “i can’t even begin to imagine what your life has been like. at least for tonight, you can escape for a bit. i know anybody can say it, but you’re safe here.”

“you have no idea how much i feel that. and i dont even know why,” he hums absentmindedly, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. “i would have never followed someone i don’t know to a private courtyard. i really don’t know what it is, but you make me feel so many things. it’s honestly a little scary. even having just admitted that to you,” he throws his hands up animatedly. “you probably think i’m fuckin crazy.”

“you’re an over thinker aren’t you ?” you question him, chuckling lightly. “gotta stop doing that.” you rummage through your bag, your hand finally falling on a lighter as your other hand dips into your dress, fingers gripping onto a joint. 

niall watches your hand attentively, not being able to look away as your hand is shuffled between your tits. he feels himself blushing, his cock twitching in interest. he blushes even harder when he hears your giggle, knowing he’s been caught staring.

“like what you see ?” you laugh, teasing him a bit. “want some ?” you ask him, waving the joint around, bringing it to your lips and flicking the lighter.

“fuck, yes please,” he laughs along with you, “love traveling to canada.”

he watches your lips wrap around the filter, inhaling as the flame makes contact. he feels like he’s in a trance, watching you exhale the smoke, passing it off to him. 

niall reaches out, fingertips brushing against yours. you notice his tongue poking out to wet his lips before bringing the joint to his mouth. he inhales deeply, holding the smoke for a few moments. he visibly relaxes as he exhales, leaning back against the table with his other hand, taking a few more drags. “can i ask you something ?”

“mhmm, anything,” you hum, plucking the joint from his fingers, tutting at his frown. “on the condition that you stop hogging,” you add, jokingly.

he shakes his head, going on, “do you ever have moments in life where you think, everything you thought was real, maybe isn’t ?” the few puffs of weed have definitely helped relax him. or at least that’s what he tells himself. he really does overthink.

you ponder that for a moment, nodding your head, “sure, yeah. like you’re having a totally normal day and then everything changes. in a single instant, life as you knew it is going to forever be different.”

“yeah, that’s- yeah,” he nods, watching you inhale from the joint attentively. 

niall watches your lips form into an “o” shape, smoke blowing out into the night, as you hum quietly, “why do you ask ?”

his gaze moves up to your eyes. you’re fixated on the stars above, but can feel him examining your face, looking for any signs, any reactions to what he’s saying. “i feel such a fuckin crazy pull towards you,” niall whispers, the moment feeling so quiet, like a secret murmured into the night. you can hear his breath catching in his throat, the question he wanted to ask, stuck on the tip of his tongue. “how much can i trust you right now ?” he asks just as quietly. 

you look down at him and for a moment, your brain goes blank. there are so many emotions pouring out of his eyes, fear, hope, nerves, excitement. you’re not quite sure what to think. but the more you smoke, and the stronger his accent is becoming, and fuck, your head is an absolute mess. 

however, all of the overthinking aside, the question at hand is about trust. “you can trust me,” you whisper back, nodding your head softly, eyes glued to his. you can see the relief wash over his eyes, as he’s obviously met with the answer he was looking for.

niall can feel it pouring out of you. a welcomed feeling he doesn’t remember experiencing for a long time now. his skin prickles with it, right down deep into his bones, into his soul. he hasn’t realized it until now but he feels found. like if he’s been lost for a while, and he didn’t even fucking know it until he met you.

but he can’t let one little encounter with someone ruin the last three years of his life. he loves his lady back home, really does. they’ve had amazing times and amazing adventures. spent so much time building up to what they have.

and that’s just it isn’t it ? it doesn’t feel like anything needs building up with you. it’s so fucking natural that niall wants to piss his pants just thinking about it. could he have made a huge mistake with his lady back home ? was she his everything at the time ? how was he to know that something better would come along ? 

no, no he can’t think like that, something better, fuck he’s just met you and he’s already questioning everything. he needs to stop, now. the weed is definitely getting to him. stop overthinking horan, he thinks to himself.

his eyes land on the joint, plucking it from between your fingers, tutting at you. “and i get blamed for hogging,” he chuckles, taking a long drag to calm his nerves. 

noticing he’s smoked up the last of your joint, some crazy wave of buzz induced courage takes over, as he reaches for you. niall’s fingertips lightly come in contact with your jaw, gliding down to your chin and making your head turn to face him. his fingers tap gently against your bottom lip, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, catching his fingertip. you both lock eyes for a moment, the intensity you both feel absolutely electrifying. 

“open,” he coos, nodding towards your lips. you do so without hesitation, without a second thought. as soon as your mouth opens, niall gets closer and closer, moving so slowly, you’re heart is beating out in anticipation. his nose gently nudges yours, eyes locked together as he slowly exhales the long drag into your mouth. 

you suck up the smoke, your hands reaching up for the back of his neck on instinct. as your fingers wrap around his hair, you freeze for a moment, remembering him pulling your hands away last time. you wait for him to do it again, but his hands never end up gripping your wrists. instead, you notice his pupils growing wide for a quick moment before his eyes flutter shut. you can hear him flick the dead joint into the grass before his hands land on your hips, giving a solid squeeze.

“i want to forget,” niall whispers, his lips hovering right over yours. “forget that anything else exists.” one of his hands reaches up to cup your jaw, fingers splayed on the side of your neck as his thumb gently strokes your heated cheek. “just for one night, we give into this feeling.”

if you had any resolve to begin with, you would have probably taken a small minute to really think this through. but you were already so gone for him, so fucking stoned, and he’s just had his lips less than a hair’s width away from yours. seriously what else were you to do ?

without so much as a second thought, you pull him in for a seething kiss. your head is absolutely swimming and so is niall’s. you’re so high at this point and everything seems to process a bit slower in your brain. you both take advantage of this kiss, wanting to explore everything, knowing this may very well be all you get.  

niall’s tongue quickly slipped into your mouth, groaning as he comes in contact with your tongue ring. his hands, gripped onto your hips, tighten again, before slowly gliding up your sides. it feels like a trail of absolute fire through your dress, going from your hips up to your ribs, where his hands rest just under your breasts. his thumbs ever so gently swipe against the underside of your breasts, as he pulls his hands away from you, making a shiver run down your spine.

as niall’s about to pull away, your mouth chases after him, biting on his lip as he moves to rest his forehead against yours. “is that a yes then ? just one night, what happens in canada, stays in canada ?” niall murmurs breathlessly, his lips brushing against yours. 

you feel the heat pool in the pit of your stomach and between your thighs. you gently suck on his bottom lip, smiling, “your room or mine ?”

he crashes his lips onto yours again, in a quick kiss as he stands up, pulling you along with him, “your room.”

you quickly lead niall through a maze of hallways, ending up at the elevators, pressing the button for the 21st floor, then the button to shut the doors. you were wasting no time with him.

as soon as the doors close, niall presses you up against the back wall of the elevator, sucking a soft kiss under your ear.

you tremble, gripping onto his hips, the intensity of this connection your feeling seemingly multiplied by a thousand when his mouth is on you. your breathing quickens, eyes fluttering shut. 

niall keeps sucking kisses down your neck and over your shoulder and collarbone as the elevator dings, indicating that you’ve made it to your floor. you both pull apart as the doors open, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him along behind you.

you lead him quickly down the hallway, up to your door. niall stands next to you, foot tapping playfully as you shuffle through your wallet for the room key. once you finally grasp it and open the door, you both stumble in, quickly shutting it behind you.

niall presses you against the door, your hands pinned up near your head, between the hard wood and the soft skin of his palm. his forehead rests against yours, his tall frame flush against you, as he takes this all in. “i really feel like i can trust you. please don’t prove me wrong.”

you can hear the vulnerability oozing from his voice. with the amount of times he’s brought it up, you can assume he’s had trust issues in the past and you don’t want to be another name on that list. his thumbs start to gently rub featherlight touches into your palms as he grows nervous the longer you go without answering him.

“of course you can trust me,” you murmur softly as if it’s a secret kept between the both of you. you lock eyes with him, “i don’t want to hurt you, ever. it’s just one night. our little secret.”

his hands press down into yours again, this time with more force, properly pinning them to the door. you couldn’t free them even if you tried. we’re doing this. no going back, he thinks to himself as his mouth crashes onto yours again.

he was needy. his tongue mingled into your mouth quickly as he flicked your tongue ring again. you bit down on niall’s lip as he pulled away, pushing against him and leading him backwards over to a small lounge chair in the corner of the room.

you climbed onto his lap as soon as he sat back, pressing yourself into his body. you could feel that he was already getting hard. you gripped into his hair, elbows resting on his shoulders. 

you loved kissing. it was one of your favourite things. and niall was good. using his tongue just right, nibbling and sucking on your lip. using the opportunity to roam your body with his hands. his open palms, lightly traveling over your arms, sides, stomach, back, and thighs. avoiding any of the areas that you wanted to feel him most. 

you dug your fingers into his hair out of frustration, his hand landing a quick smack on your left ass cheek. it turned you on so much, a wave of wetness hitting your panties. but it stunned you none the less and you ground down onto niall’s clothed cock.

you both moaned out into each other’s mouths. niall’s nails digging into your hips, making you rock back and forth on him, chasing that feeling again. 

you’re already a mess, feeling such a jumble of emotions towards him.

your hips start rocking harder on their own accord. niall lets you take over, his hands resting on the swell of your bum as he nips and kisses his way down your jaw and neck. nibbling and sucking a little harder on your pulse point.

you moan quietly, your head tipping back, eyes closed as his mouth makes contact with your upper chest. he grips the thin straps of your dress and drags them down your arms, your tits spilling out of your dress, as he pulls it down to your tummy. 

a deep groan works its way out of niall’s chest as he notices that you weren’t wearing a bra, his mouth wrapping around one of your nipples immediately.

you bring your head forward again, looking down at him as he worked his tongue over you. you wanted to take this in. there was no way it could ever happen again. you watched him closely, felt what he was doing before your brain really registered. the high still not at all worn off.

niall laps up one long slow flat stripe from under your breast, flicking over your nipple, up to your collarbone, neck, chin and ends in a seething kiss that leaves your legs trembling. 

your clit is getting amazing action, rubbing right onto the head of niall’s cock over and over as your hips are swaying but it’s not enough. you’re aching for more.

“feeling good pup ?” niall mumbles quietly against your lips, the little pet name making the heat pool increasingly warmer in your lower stomach. 

“i need more,” you whine, biting on his lower lip. “feel like i need to cum so bad,” you add so quietly he wouldn’t have caught it if you weren’t so close. he feels his heart race, hearing and seeing what he’s capable of doing to you without much effort. he can’t wait to see the mess he can turn you into when he’s actually trying.

he places his hands gently on both of your shoulders, giving you a light push backwards as an indication to stand up so you can both strip down. niall quickly takes in your body. but as his eyes land on your face, he can really see it. the need, the trust, the hope, the beauty, the calm, the safety radiating off of you. this is a moment he knows, he will never forget. never forget those eyes looking back at him. it scares him how much this night really means to him. but he can never tell you that. never tell anyone that. 

he takes your hands in his, guiding you back onto his lap. your arms wrap around his neck as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance. you sink down, your head falling back, moaning loudly, every muscle in your body relaxing. you needed this so bad. you immediately begin grinding back and forth, feeling his hard length hitting your walls deliciously.

niall digs his nails into your ass, dragging them all the way up your back to your shoulders. goosebumps rise on your skin in his wake, your body trembling.

you start slowly bouncing your hips on him, his index and thumbs tweaking at your nipples, his hands wanting to touch everything, try everything. another shiver runs through your body, his fingers closing around your nipples, giving a sharp twist. 

you moan loudly, breath knocked out of you, bouncing on him hard as his tip crashes directly into your sweet spot. you keep up the harder, faster rhythm, his cock lined up so perfectly. he can feel that you’re getting there, your pussy starting to clench on his cock. one of niall’s hands slips down your stomach, index and middle finger flicking over your swollen bud.

your head falls back as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. niall notices your exposed neck, wrapping his hand lightly around your throat, feeling your cunt flutter against his cock, as you groan out “yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck, do it niall, please.” and how can he resist you begging for him while you’re literally bouncing on his cock. 

“you just had to ask puppy,” he breathes out against your ear as his hand tightens around your neck. you feel yourself cuming immediately. “just like that, fuckin look at you, cum so good on my cock, pup” he coos, feeling your walls tighten so hard around his member. 

you tremble against niall, needing to lean on him for support. he slowly lets go of your neck as he feels you coming down from your orgasm, groaning breathlessly, “fucking christ. ya squeeze down so hard when i do that. took me everything not to cum.”

you chuckle, kissing his lips soft and slow. you’re in a bit of a post orgasm haze and niall lets you go with it. he rubs your back and sides gently, sometimes letting his hands graze over your stomach, tickling you. 

after a few moments of kissing, niall mumbles cheekily against your lips, “wanna cum again ?” and fuck yes, there is nothing you’d like more. as you nod, biting down on his lip, he taps your bum. “on the bed pet, on your stomach.”

you’re quick to listen, bouncing off of him and up onto the bed, laying on your front. you can feel him getting up on the bed and walking on his knees between your legs. niall grips your hips, pulling you up onto your knees, admiring your ass. he gives one hard smack before grabbing a fist full of your hair and tugging you up, back pressed to his front. 

niall kisses your neck, one hand wrapped around your torso to keep you up, the other sliding down your stomach, fingers dipping through your folds, dancing around your lips. you breathe out, relaxing back into him as he nibbles on the shell of your ear. “m’not gonna be able to stop myself this time pup, you get so tight on me, s’too fuckin good. we’ll cum together, yeah ?”

you nod quickly, feeling a wave of sadness knowing that this has to end. you take note that his accent is thicker. his fingertips are calloused against your swollen, used clit. his lips are so soft against your ear. his hold on you is firm but not suffocating. you reach behind yourself to grab onto his hair, lips making contact with his.

he knows you’re feeling the same way he is. can feel it in this kiss. he stops playing with your clit just long enough to line himself up with you and thrust all the way in, excruciatingly slow. the easy pace makes a shiver run through your body as you lean back fully against him, your head resting on his shoulder. 

niall keeps one arm wrapped around you at all times for support. he can feel how jelly your body has become after your first orgasm. his other hand is working over your clit as he finally starts picking up the pace of his thrusts. 

you nibble along his neck, careful not to leave any marks. you grind your hips back in time with him, this angle making the tip of his prick smash into your sweet spot so beautifully. you felt like you were floating, your legs starting to tremble. 

he wanted to drag this out as best as he could. niall loves feeling your lips and tongue over his neck, his fingertips digging into the swell of your right breast. his other hand quickly works over your swollen button as his cock slides in and out of you, spreading your channel just right. 

he rolls your nipple between his fingers, sending a shock of pleasure through you. goosebumps erupt over your skin as you bite down on niall’s neck, too caught up in the moment to remember not to.

he’s quick to move his hand from your nipple to it’s now familiar position around your neck, pressing down slightly, “no biting pup.”

you pull away from niall’s neck completely, not wanting to lose yourself again. you roll your head back on his shoulder, murmuring a breathy “sorry, wasn’t thinking,” just on time for him to tighten his hold on your neck again. 

he can’t get enough of how tight your pussy gets when he chokes you. he can feel the air exhale away from your body as your grip on his cock tightens, sucking him into your cunt so deliciously. he loves that you trust him enough, this quickly, to let yourself be completely vulnerable to him. as he feels you grip his cock tighter and tighter, he can feel the buildup of pleasure in his lower stomach, his balls tightening up to his body.

“c’mon pup, need ya to cum for me,” he groans against your ear as his fingers start working faster over your clit. you try to moan just as his hand grips your throat tightly again. and that’s all it took for your orgasm to come crashing over you. your jaw goes slack, air completely knocked out of you, as you squeeze onto niall’s arm, body shaking against his as you feel him let go as well.

his mind goes completely blank for a moment, so lost in how good you feel. he doesn’t think he’s ever cum so hard in his life. and he can’t stop it. your pussy is absolutely throbbing as he slows his pace down to almost nothing, both of you in a blissed out state. 

you lean heavily on him as your body slowly relaxes from the intense orgasm. niall gently lays you down on the bed, cuddling up with you. his fingertips trace light patterns over the smooth expanse of your thigh as you hum contently.

you take in a breath, making a memory of the way he smells as you tuck your face into his neck, leaving tiny kisses in your wake. “sorry i bit you, promise there’s no mark.”

“s’okay petal,” he murmurs. “just got a little lost in the moment yeah ?”

you nod, humming an affirmative sound, shivering a little as niall’s fingertips keep working over your skin, tickling you a bit.

“since this is our only time, can i take advantage ? wouldn’t forgive myself if i missed the opportunity to taste that lovely cunt.” niall smirks at you, rolling you onto your back, slotting his body between your thighs. two fingers gently stroke through your folds, collecting some of your juices.

you flinch a bit out of pure overstimulation. but then you hear him, “we can call it cleaning you up,” he chuckles. “and if you cum again, s’just a little bonus.” 

“fuck, ya, okay,” you nod, whimpering and laughing a bit, throwing any common sense out the window. “how can i ever say no to someone wanting to go down on me ?”

niall smiles wide at you, pecking your lips before settling down between your legs, his arms hooked around your thighs to hold you down. he wastes no time licking a long stripe all the way up from your abused hole to your puffy clit.

he groans, taking another long lick before settling at your entrance, “taste so good puppy.” and he means it, you’re taste is so fucking sweet, he’s instantly addicted. he strokes your inner walls with his tongue, making sure to lap up all of your juices, tasting the bitter mix of his cum. 

every time he pulls his tongue out, he sucks on your clit and lips, making your body shudder, one hand gripped tight in his hair.

 once he’s sure he’s cleaned you up good, lapping up all the sweetness you have to offer him, he focuses on your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly. 

you moan out loudly, your clit getting increasingly sensitive. your thighs begin to tremble, feeling an orgasm coming on but not sure you can handle another one. your legs try to close on niall’s head, but he’s stronger than you are. he manages to hold them apart, flicking your swollen button faster and faster, eyes making contact with yours.

your orgasm hits you hard and fast, crashing over you, your back arching off the bed as you moan out niall’s name louder than you ever have, hips bucking up against his mouth.

as niall slows down, bringing you down from your third orgasm of the night, he pecks your clit one more time for good measure, making your body twitch. he coos an apology, pecking his way up your body, slotting his lips with yours in a heated kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, nibbling on his lips whenever you get the chance, licking at the taste of yourself on his mouth.

“i don’t really ever do this,” he murmurs against your lips. “but, can i stay for the night ? i really just don’t want this to end quite yet,” he adds, feeling the blush on his cheeks. he’s honestly embarrassed to ask, and in any other situation wouldn’t even bother mentioning it on a night like this. but there isn’t any part of him that wants to let you go quite yet. he’s revelling in the cozy, calm essence you seem to have. although it scares him to bits, he doesn’t want to leave your side. it feels like being with you is so right, he can’t imagine the moment he has to say goodbye. at least for now, he can’t bring himself to even think about it. 

“i wouldn’t have it any other way,” you mumble against his lips. “m’not ready to say goodbye.”

it’s as if you were reading his mind. and it isn’t the first time in the short period you’ve both known each other. niall’s not sure what to make of it, but he doesn’t have it in him to care at the moment. he’s too busy watching you curled into him, how shiny your hair is, how soft your skin is, how deep your eyes are, how cute your little nose is, how puffy and kiss bitten your lips are. “can i take a picture of you ?” he asks quietly, his eyes going wide as he realizes he spoke that out loud and not just in his head.

you giggle, your eyes scrunching up a bit as you nod a yes. niall reaches for his pants, pulling out his phone smiling at you as he takes the photo. “you’re just so incredibly beautiful like this. i never want to forget this moment.”

his words make you blush, making niall take a second photo before putting his phone down and gliding his fingertip down your warm and reddened cheek. he swears he can see you literally glowing, eyes sparkling as you look back at him. and he can’t imagine how he’s gotten so lucky. 

but with all the exertion you went through tonight, your eyes start to fall shut, no matter how hard you try to keep them open. “i hate to say this, but we should really get some sleep,” you mumble quietly. “it’s already 3am and i need to be at the airport at 6.” 

you hate this, hate this so much. you wish you could just hole up with niall in this room forever. but reality awaits you when you wake up.

niall can feel how much you dont want to go to sleep, and he absolutely understands why. it’s like this little bubble you two have created, away from everything, will pop as soon as you both open your eyes in a few hours time.

but he also completely understands the awful beckoning of an early morning alarm that will come much too soon at this point, so he just nods, opening up his arms and pulling you into him. 

you tuck your head right into niall’s chest, your arm and leg hooked onto him, his body engulfing yours. he soothingly rubs your back as you trail feather soft kisses over his neck. you’re not quite sure who fell asleep first as both your gentle touches slowly started to fade away with the passing minutes. but the warmth, safety, and comfort niall provided lulled you to sleep so perfectly, you know you’ll forever crave that feeling he’s been so effortlessly able to provide you with. 

but as you both knew jumping into this, it was just to be one night, in a hotel room, in vancouver, canada. and when you wake up, the reality of your lives will come crashing back full force.

Part 3

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WITH YOU [2] THE DAY THAT WORLD WENT TO SHIT

Daryl Dixon x reader!OC

Summary: after what she saw it the safe zone, Charlie can’t live her normal perfect life. She knows that she has two options: wait for the death or do someting.

Warnings: language

Song: If I die young The Band Perry

Author’s note: Hello :) Thank you for reading the first chapter and liking it. I promise that it’s the last chapter like that and in the next one true action will happen.

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

It was different.

Something at least felt different.

She was going to work, smiling brightly to the camera, and then quickly coming back home. Going out was challenging and she felt paranoid that from around the corner, she might get attacked. So obviously there was no walking around after dark.

Ever since her visit to the safe zone, she couldn't sleep - it's been three days.

Every time she was lying in her bed and the slightest shadow of sleep was approaching, her sense of hearing sharpened. It was enough that she heard her neighbors, some screaming on the street, little noises that normally wouldn't matter, and she was up. Not to mention that as soon as it was getting dark, she was lighting every light in her house.

Sometimes she got a little bit of sleep. Usually, it was on the couch while she was watching something, sometimes she was waking up on a windowsill with her head leaning on a glass.

That was another thing.

She was sitting late at night on her windowsill, watching the city. It was her habit before the virus, made her mind wander to different places, turning itself off. All the lights and cars or planes noises. She couldn't believe how lucky she was. But now she was also feeling lucky, but only because her flat was high above the ground - high enough to protect her.

With fear, she could watch the streets now.

When the epidemic had just started, people lived their normal lives. They were walking at night, hanging out and just living. Now, it was quiet. People still had to live or go to work, but after sunset, there was no one outside. And when she did see someone in the dark it was obvious that it wasn't a living person.

Atlanta looked dead.

One night Charlie saw one of those things from her window and she lost her mind. It couldn't see her from the ground, but from that moment she felt like a desert on a plate. Ready to be eaten.

She was getting ready to work that morning. Her insides were already up in her throat, her hand shaking with fear. Charlie opened her bag and without hesitation put a knife inside of it and chuckled humorlessly. In the past her necessity was Dior lipstick or Chanel's perfumes, now she would love to have one of her dad's guns.

The most stressful moments of leaving her house were going down or up the elevator. It was claustrophobic and there was no way out if something went wrong. She was going down the corridor to the elevator with her heart on her shoulder. It was stressful waiting for it and even more stressful when it opened.

During waiting time she was looking out the window. She could jump out of the window because right next to her building was a lower building with a flat roof, and then next to this one was another and another. At the end of this sequence of buildings was a ladder, so she could go down.

Somebody touched her arm.

Her heart stopped and her blood ran cold. She was sure that that was the end, that's how she died. With fear, she turned around and what she saw was put into calmness again.

"Hey." a young man smiled. "Did I scare you?" his face dropped.

It was Sam.

He was her neighbor and lived at the end of the corridor. He was around thirty and they were on three dates top. Sam was a charming man, who had a lot to say about everything and he liked to crack jokes here and there.

"Hey." she smiled lightly. "Yeah. You did a bit."

"Sorry." he said. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh...yeah. I'm not going out much lately." she shrugged. "With everything that's been going on...you know."

He let her enter the elevator first as the true gentleman he was. Charlie smiled lightly and picked the right floor that they were both going into.

"Maybe you let me invite you to a dinner?" he asked with hopeful eyes. "At mines. If you don't want to go out. We had fun last time."

And the thing was that they didn't.

Charlie was a good actress and she didn't have the heart to break it to Sam, that she wasn't having fun. Let's say that he was perfect in every way possible. Forgetting that he had an amazing apartment much bigger than hers, Sam was a lawyer in one of the most popular office in Atlanta. His monthly paycheck was enough for him to pay rent and to drive around in a brand-new Maserati.

He liked to look good, so his clothes probably cost more than his car. Every free moment he spent in a gym, so he had the body of a Greek god or even better. He was smart and sometimes too full of himself, but the right word to describe Sam was boring. Yes, he was boring. He was perfect, but Charlie felt with him as if she was still in school. She had to stop herself from yawning next to him all the time and telling the whole truth? He was as boring when they were intimate.

But if that was the cost she had to pay for a comfortable life in luxury and comfort, then she was willing to do it.

"We should totally do it." she smiled.

He did the same, clearly happy.

Moments in the car were the happiest moments of the day. She just felt safe there- away from people and whatever was out there.

She was standing in traffic as she tapped out the song from the radio. Charlie was looking out the window at children playing on the playground. They were smiling and shouted merrily. Her view was soon covered by a big tank. Fear that was asleep deep in her, was woken up again. The military was a reminder of what was happening in the world.

It was a completely normal view by now. Soldiers on the streets, walking around with guns that she would see just in pictures.

Her head moving to the tune of Need You Now by Lady Antebellum, eyes turned to somewhere else. She probably heard this song a hundredth time as it was one of the most played ones lately. She could bet that right after that she would hear Airplanes and then Love The Way You Lie.

But she didn't.

Instead, she heard the voice of a woman who was presenting news. "Epidemic update." she said."We're still not sure how many people are infected by a new mysterious virus. Worldwide Health Organization is still not sure about the number of sick and scientists from around the world are working hard to finally answer all the questions." she said. "They don't know what caused the virus or how to cure it."

"Great." Charlie mumbled.

"For now we know that you can get infected by bit or scratch, so please go somewhere safe." said the woman."Every bigger city, but mostly state cities is being fortified and supported by the military. The safest place now is Atlanta, so please go there if you can."

"Please don't," she said under her breath, looking in horror at the radio.

"Take your families and let's stay safe." the woman appealed.

Then from the speakers, she heard Rihanna singing and her phone lit up.

Mommy

we're leaving tonight. see you soon baby, i love you :*

It was another evening in her apartment, alone. Nothing showed that today was the day that the world went to shit. Officially.

There were no signs of her parents or brothers, which only made her more worried. Atlanta at this point was almost all overrun. The fear when it was just one walker in front of her window seemed like a joke now, when she was seeing whole herds of them. She might live high above the ground, but still, she heard them snarling.

Charlie was sitting on a windowsill with her phone to her ear.

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick..."

"Sorry. The number you're calling is..."

"Shut the fuck up for Goodness Sake." she clenched her teeth.

Her family was probably dead by now. She was waiting for them in her apartment and missed the perfect moment to run away.

Now she will die here and she will be walking around like those things below her. She bit her lip and tried not to sob. She had to be quiet just in case one of those things was on her floor. So she just closed her eyes and let hot tears run down her face.

She was woken up by the glass of her window shaking. Everything was shaking.

Charlie rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times to adjust her vision. She looked out of the windows and saw around three helicopters. She narrowed her eyes and stood up from the windowsill. When she realized what was going on, she dropped to the floor and shut her eyes tight.

Bomb.

Bomb.

Bomb.

It was enough to make the whole city go completely dead. Power went out, so now she was standing in front of her window and watching as Atlanta was drowning in the dark.

Charlie could probably stay just like that. In the darkness and silence. Alone.

But after the bombs, there came shooting. It was military bullets, not some cheap shit. She ducked down and crawled on the floor, praying that shattered glass was the worst thing that could happen to her. 

Charlie didn't know for how long she was just lying there, watching the ceiling. Helicopters were gone and there was no shooting outside anymore.

It's not like hearing shotguns was something new these days.- she thought to herself.

Slowly she turned her head to the right and saw her ceiling lamp shattered on the floor. There were a lot of things on the floor, like for example framed photos, vases, and flowers. She examined the living room from her new perspective. Some bullets were stuck in the walls or some of the furniture, but at that moment she was glad that nothing damaged her doors as she heard scratching on the surface.

Her lip trembled as she heard snarling that she had become similar by now.

Charlie held her breath and just hopped for the best and the best in that case was that it would just shut up and go away, instead of bringing friends for a free meal. Again, she had no idea how long she was laying there before she made up her mind.

She had to leave.

Even if it was crazy and probably suicidal, she had to do something, because that would be better than just sitting around and basically waiting for death.

As quiet as she could be, Charlie tiptoed to her bedroom and pulled out the biggest bag that belonged to one of her brothers, while they were in military school. 

She didn't have much time. She had to leave...at this point, she needed to leave.

After opening her closet the inner woman just came to life as she decided that she had nothing to wear. She was the owner of heels and elegant dresses and well, she was almost sure that those weren't the best choices for the apocalypse.

"Stupid dumb thing you are Charlie." she whispered to herself.

With a heavy sigh, she took off her pajama top, which stuck on something on her neck, but she didn't have time to check what was, so she just pulled stronger. Her wide flannel trousers followed shortly after. She replaced them with skinny jeans and a shirt that hugged her body. From the very bottom of her closet, she took a pair of shoes that wouldn't make her slip on something or she wouldn't sprain her ankle while running.

While she was dressed, it was time to finally pack her things. Three pairs of jeans, around twenty tops or T-shirts, as many panties and socks as she could take and stuff into the bag. What she also found useful was some of her shirts, so without blinking she put them in.

She tiptoed once again to the kitchen as everything from her bedroom was already taken. As she was passing her dinner table something caught her eye and made her halt.

"Son of a bitch." she cursed quietly.

Apparently, bullets weren't stuck just in her walls, because one of them was just chilling in the middle of the table.

"That was mahogany."

But she didn't have much time to think about her table, though. Snarling and slow steps right behind her doors reminded her that she had some things to take care of.

From the bathroom, she took her toothbrush and toothpaste because everything else seemed to not be that important. In the kitchen, she was looking for food that was canned or had a long expiration date. She couldn't take a lot either, because the bag would be too heavy and couldn't move - let alone run. She also grabbed some knives from her kitchen counter, because she was sure that she would need more than just one.

She came up to a shelf in her living room and picked up a belt with a big, military/survival-type knife - present from her brothers. The only thing that wasn't really necessary was a photo of her and her brothers and other of her parents. She just wanted to have them.

Charlie stood up and looked around her, checking if she had everything she needed. As she was doing that she looked out of the window and a plan came up to her head, maybe she wasn't exactly stuck in here. If she would make it, she would be able to at least leave the building. She would worry about the next step if step one will work out.

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There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 4054

Notes: Still not as much Javi in this one, but it’s getting there for sure. Pablo Escobar is in this one a bit. Also I tried to stay as close to the timeline as possible but I probably overlooked a few things, sorry about that!

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Threats of Violence, Not the Best Spanish Translations, Pablo Escobar

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Chapter 2

Months went by in the blink of an eye. Turns out Luis used to talk about me to the other men working for Pablo, and would brag about his kid having a great teacher that he got to look at. Because of this glowing review, and the need to stay out of the public eye, Pablo decided to hire me as a nanny for his two children, providing me with a new identity and passport to match. He wanted to make me disappear as quickly as possible, which happened to align with my interests as well.

It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that I was not just employed by a drug cartel, but I was working directly under the boss. I knew he was not a good person, but his children were sweet. I kept my head down and focused on making sure they were cared for and his wife, Tata, was supported while I was given a roof over my head and food and clothes.

I never left the properties that we stayed at unless we had to move. It was too dangerous. There were times I hardly left the houses, which weren’t too bad but I tended to feel claustrophobic at times.

I hardly ever saw Pablo, unless he was coming to check in on his children. Usually it was just Tata, Pablo’s mother, and I using our small understanding of each other's languages to get by. I was grateful, but I still wondered if my day to day life was an improvement on how I had been living.

Finally a year passed with me working for the Escobar family. Things had started getting tense with Pablo moving us around more, which caused Tata to grow irritable. Pablo’s mother insisted that we trust him, but it was hard when I heard the men talking about different things that had been going on. I only caught some words here and there, my Spanish getting better but still not a hundred percent.

Weeks went by where I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing my life in Canada. Old friends, family members, and even better memories of my husband played out behind my eyelids like my own home movie. I yearned for some of my life to return, but knew better than to hope.

Some nights when I couldn’t sleep I found myself pulling out the folded up card I was given just over a year earlier. It was thin and frayed, the lines well worn in from being unfolded and folded back up time and time again. I didn’t need to look at the numbers anymore, having committed them to memory, but I found comfort just reading over his name at times.

Javier Peña.

I was embarrassed to admit to myself how much I fantasized about what might happen if I called him. How would his voice sound? Would I have the nerve to actually talk to him? I had only been trying to do my job, but I wondered what would have happened if I had given him the information he needed back in that classroom.

Fantasies were what kept me going as I blocked out the evidence that things were falling apart day by day. Tata’s hands shook while she did dishes, their children often asked questions that I couldn’t answer about their father, and Pablo was seen less and less.

I was outside by the pool with the kids one day when I heard some of the men talking. I couldn’t understand everything they were saying, but the words La Catedral were being said over and over again.

Tata had explained briefly to me what was going to be happening, considering things would change slightly at home. Pablo was going to prison, but one that he built. A paradise it sounded like.

Except his family would stay behind, as would I. I was grateful for that, even though I knew it would be hard for them to be apart for so long. I just didn’t want to be that close to his operations, even though I was already almost as close as you could get.

I was settling into bed one night after a long day. The children were restless, wondering why their father was leaving them, so I spent most of the day trying to raise their spirits and reassure them of their fathers love. It was hard to promise something that I didn’t quite believe, myself, but I did care for them and hated to see them be upset.

The house was quiet, as my room was just far enough that I could hear if the kids were awake but that was it. Pablo and Tata’s room was too far away for me to hear anything, luckily, but I knew they wouldn’t be asleep yet anyway. It was almost eerie how quiet everything was. There was nothing that could drown out the thoughts and worries that spun around in my head. I felt my fingers itching to reach for that card held snug in my wallet when the silence was broken.

My ears rung and my lungs filled with dust. Part of my wall was collapsed onto the floor at the foot of my bed. There had been an explosion, and I had to act fast.

I raced to the kids rooms without a second thought for my own safety. Pablo held his daughter in his arms, shielding her head with his hand and neck, his son was already with Tata who was frantic. Pablo rushed us out of harm's way and into a separate room. I helped Tata settle the children as Pablo paced back and forth.

His doctor came rushing in with Gustavo right behind him. They spoke fast between each other while the doctor checked us over, making sure we were alright.

“Fue un autobomba, desde la calle,” Gustavo told Tata. (It was a car bomb, from the street).

Without acknowledging it, we all knew that meant somebody had given him up.

I needed to get out of there.

I tried to focus on a plan, but Pablo’s men seemed to double around the house we were moved into. I couldn’t seem to catch a break, always finding somebody around the corner just watching. Even when I was alone in my room at night I had the feeling of a presence just outside my door.

It all came to a head when the family had just sat down for dinner one day. I had helped Tata prepare the meal and the table for her family before going to take a break in my room. As I was leaving I bumped into one of Pablo’s men, one I had seen many times. He paid me no mind as he rushed into the kitchen. I paused, wondering about the ghostly look that his face displayed before I heard wailing behind me. I turned and rushed back into the kitchen to find Pablo holding his mother who was in absolute shambles.

Pablo turned to me, his face more serious than I had ever seen. “Gustavo está muerto.”

Tata looked at me and I could tell I was not wanted in this intimate moment. I scurried out of the room and into mine, closing and locking the door behind me. My knees were wobbly as I made my way to my bed before I laid on my back, trying my best to keep my breathing even.

Gustavo was dead. A man who I started to believe was untouchable. Just like that, he was gone.

I couldn’t tell what I was feeling. Relief, mostly, but also worry. What was going to happen next?

The answer to my question was apparently nothing.

Pablo still went to his prison, life at home was still the same. The kids missed their father, but they still did their best to live their lives.

Tata started to allow me to leave the property just to go to the market if I ever felt I needed to. As long as I had some of Pablo’s men with me. It felt nice to finally get out a bit, but I knew I wasn’t truly free. I still had eyes on me at all times.

The family visited Pablo in Le Catedral a few times, but I stayed behind. I was never completely alone in the house, but I still felt much lighter on those days. I also found my eyes straying toward the phones, Javier’s number rolling through my mind each time I was alone. It would have been so easy to dial, listening for the sound of his voice.

I had only spoken to the man once, but something kept me hanging on. He was my last connection to the world outside of the war I was living through. I didn’t even know if he would still be on the other end of the line, or if he was still working for the DEA, or if he was even still alive.

I tried not to dwell on those thoughts and kept myself away from temptation, only worrying about preparing meals and keeping the house tidied for when they would return. I had thought about running, trying to leave, but my guilt wouldn’t let me leave the children when I could tell they were unsure of what was going on. They asked more and more questions that I couldn’t answer, but I tried to fill our days with moments of peace.

I continued each day the same, and soon the days blended together. I surrendered myself to the idea that I would never live free again. I sealed my fate the day I left home, and would live the rest of my life for others.

Things didn’t even change when I was woken up by people talking outside. I had been exhausted by the day to day steadiness and had gone to bed fairly early that night. I listened closely and could hear Pablo’s mother exclaiming. I knew in my gut what was going on.

He was home.

I left my room and walked into the kitchen where Pablo entered with his arm around Tata. He looked up and released Tata so he could stand directly in front of me, bringing his hands up to cradle each side of my face. I tried my hardest not to flinch at the warmth of his palms, remembering the last time I had felt them.

“Thank you for caring for mi familia.”

My eyes caught on the graying hair by his temples, then to the dark circles under his eyes. Clearly it had not been a paradise.

I nodded, his hands shifting against my skin. “Siempre, Pablo.” (Always, Pablo).

He smiled and lowered his hands, returning to his wife.

All was right once again for the family.

We settled back into our routines again, and I was still allowed to go out to the market once a week. I wasn’t sure who was more excited about that, me or the driver who escorted me. He usually spent most of his time flirting with one of the cashiers while he let me go about my business.

This worked out very well until one evening when I needed to grab a few things for the weekend. The kids had been wanting to help me prepare a meal for their parents and gave me a list of items to purchase. It seemed like a normal outing, but the regular cashier looked tense as soon as we walked in.

“Cariño, ¿por qué pareces tan preocupado?” Hugo, my escort, asked her. (Baby, why do you look so worried?)

“No hay razón, sólo me siento mal.” She shook her head at him while he held her hands. (No reason, just feeling off.)

I left them to talk as I worked my way down the aisles. I knew that market like the back of my hand, and especially loved the freedom that came with nobody knowing who I was.

Until I heard my name. My full name. My real name.

I immediately looked up in the direction it came from, mentally punishing myself for giving away my identity, before my eyes landed on him.

I could feel my lips part around a gasp as I laid my eyes on Javier Peña. He looked just the same as he did the day I saw him, only this time he wore a leather jacket that I had no doubt concealed another gun tucked into his pants.

“(Y/F/N),” he said again, and I hated how much I loved the way my name sounded coming from his lips, “that’s you, right?”

I drew in a shaky breath. “Lo siento, no sé de qué estás hablando,” I told him. (I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about).

He huffed a laugh, the corner of his mouth going up. “Your accent is much better than before, but you’re not fooling me, sweetheart.”

My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it as he stepped closer.

He lowered his voice. “You disappeared that day. I went back to find you, but you were gone. What’ve you been up to?” His eyes shifted around us to confirm we were alone.

Before I could even think of an answer I heard yelling toward the front of the store, a gunshot, then screaming.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Come with me, (Y/N).”

He reached out to grab my arm but I pulled back. I didn’t want to be taken again, even though I could see the understanding and care in the pools of his eyes. I shook my head at him and turned toward the footsteps rushing in our direction.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered before turning to go toward the commotion. A hand grabbed onto my arm, pulling me back toward the agent.

I could feel myself getting lost in his eyes yet again as he pulled me closer to him.

“Please,” he begged.

“I can’t, Javi.” I pulled away from him, watching his eyes darken slightly at my use of his nickname.

Another gunshot rang out, causing him to curse again and retrieve his gun. Hugo rounded the corner, gun aiming straight toward Javi, who shot toward Hugo first just barely missing him. Hugo shot again, forcing Javi to take cover before I was pulled in the line of fire. I was being used as cover for Hugo as he pulled me toward the front of the store.

“Get to the car, now,” he snarled in my ear and pushed me to the doors.

I ran as fast as I could trying to ignore the body of the cashier that laid between the cash and the exit. Her face was frozen in a look of terror, which I was sure mirrored mine.

More gunshots rang out behind me as I ducked into the back of the car. I knew the drill: keep myself tucked down between the back and front seats with my head as far down as possible.

Hugo slid into the front and sped out of the parking lot, jostling me against the seats.

“She ratted us out,” he panted as though he was still running. “La putita era una rata.” (The little whore was a rat).

We sped along twisting this way and that until we finally came to a stop. Hugo turned around as I wiggled my body up onto the seat properly.

“What did he say to you?” He asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t really know, it was all Spanish and I didn’t quite understand.”

He nodded, turning back to the front. “Okay.”

We got inside and Hugo left to talk to Pablo about what had happened. I went straight to my room and laid on my bed. After a few seconds I rolled onto my stomach, buried my face in my pillow, and cried.

I was so frustrated with myself. Once again I was given a lifeline and I didn’t take it. It would have been so easy. Instead I just froze. That’s all I had been doing ever since I moved to Colombia. However, the last time I had done the opposite was the day I had left. I was still dealing with those consequences.

Because of the incident at the market I was no longer allowed out. Pablo had been right all along, it was too risky. I was beyond frustrated with myself, the family, and the entire world, as I was once again a prisoner.

I no longer felt like I had any sense of how many days, weeks, months, had passed. Had been passing. I had grown numb to the timeline. My mornings were filled with teaching and caring for the children, my afternoons and evenings were for cooking and cleaning. I rose and set with the sun.

One evening the entire family was outside enjoying the weather after their dinner. Pablo looked over at me as I sat with his children in the shade of a tree.

“Rest, you look tired,” he said, nodding his head toward the house. He reached over and held Tata’s hand. “Lo tenemos.” (We got it).

“Gracias,” I thanked him before bidding the children goodnight. I stood and walked into the house, my feet automatically pulling me in the direction of the phone in their bedroom.

I wasn’t even thinking as I dialed the numbers. The movement felt well practiced, though I had only ever dialed that number in my head.

He picked up on the third ring.

“Agent Peña.” His voice was gruff and laced with exhaustion. I choked back a sob at the sound of it.

“Javier?” It was all I was able to say, my eyes filling with tears, my hand trembling terribly.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed the nickname out like it was a part of him.

I felt my throat constricting, unable to do more than choke on my words.

“It’s okay, respira,” he spoke calmly, helping my heart rate begin to slow down. (Breathe). “Where are you?”

“I-I don’t know,” I finally got out. “I’m with the family, but I don’t know where we are.”

Yet again I was frustrated with the way I kept my head down. I had kept it too far down, which was exactly what Pablo had wanted. The less I knew the better.

“That’s alright, we’ve got guys flying overhead,” he still kept his voice steady. “We’ll find you, lo prometo.” (I promise).

The dial tone buzzed in my ears. I looked down at the receiver to find someone had hung up. Pablo stood just behind me with a fire in his eyes that I had never seen directed toward me.

“¿Quién?” He asked. I averted my gaze. “¿Con quién hablabas?” (Who? Who were you talking to?).

“Nobody,” I lied, horribly. “Nobody, Pablo.”

He shook his head, stepping closer.

“Una vez más.” His voice laced its way into my heart, turning my blood cold. “Quién.” (One more time. Who.).

My whole body was trembling, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. If I wasn’t so scared I would’ve been embarrassed at my state.

He rushed forward, bringing his hand up to my neck and pushing me toward the wall. My head hit the surface with a thunk, making me gasp and struggle to see straight for a moment. When my eyes finally settled on the man in front of me I realized just how close he was to me. His face hovered less than an inch in front of my nose, a snarl spread on his lips. He looked like he was about to eat me alive.

“¿Crees que eres inteligente? Pequeña rata.” (You think you’re smart? You little rat).

I gasped as his grip tightened, my airway closing more and more. My breaths felt sharp as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“No. Eres peor que una rata.” (No. You’re worse than a rat.). He let up on my throat, allowing me to take in more air. Just enough that he could keep my attention. “Eres un traidor.” (You’re a traitor.).

“P-Pablo,” I sputtered, barely getting any sound out, “por favor.”

He turned his head to the side and spit at my feet. I cringed at the sound, and closed my eyes.

“Mìrame,” he demanded. (Look at me.).

I obeyed, opening my eyes as he cocked the gun that now rested against my temple.

“¿Crees que alguien más te protegerá? ¿Después de todo lo que hemos hecho? Debería matarte…” he trailed off, lowering the gun and letting go of my throat. (Do you think anyone will protect you? After everything we’ve done for you? I should kill you…).

I dropped to my knees, my hands rushing to my throat while I coughed and gasped. The ground felt as though it was moving under me. Pablo knelt down to look at me face to face once more.

“¿Cómo pudiste hacerlo? ¿A la familia? ¿A los niños?” (How could you do this to us? To the family? To the children?). I choked back a sob. “¿Crees que no entrarán aquí con sus malditas armas? Los matarán. They’ll kill my children.” (Do you think they won’t come in here with their fucking guns? They’ll kill them.).

I was fully sobbing, shaking my head back and forth. “Lo siento, Pablo. I don’t want the children getting hurt.” (I’m sorry, Pablo.). My throat felt raw, the words coming out raspy.

My translations weren’t coming as easy as they had been, but I got the gist of what he was saying. It was my fault that his children would be getting hurt. I dug their graves with my bare hands and stupid decisions.

“¿Quieres ser una rata? Muy bien. You’ll live like one.” (You want to be a rat? Fine.). He stood back to his full height and tucked his gun into the back of his pants. “Ya verás lo que pasa cuando se den cuenta de que eres un inútil. Fucking useless.” (You’ll see what they do when they realize you’re useless.).

He spit on the floor once more, just missing me, and turned to leave. Before walking out of the door he looked at me.

“You’ll live out the rest of your life in fear. You’re a disgrace.” He growled, reaching into his pocket and throwing something on the floor. Then he walked away.

I sat on the floor trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves. A sharp pain drove through my skull when I laid my head on the wall behind me, causing me to hiss. After a few minutes I finally stood and made my way to the object on the floor. I gasped when I realized it was the card with Javier’s info on it. I felt so stupid thinking I could keep that from Pablo.

I ran to the front of the house, just in time to see Pablo in the backseat of a car with his family, all of their eyes on me. My heart cracked as I looked into the eyes of his children. I truly did care for them. They were innocent, stuck with the roles they were born into.

Pablo shook his head, disappointment clear on his features, as they drove away into the setting sun. One of his men was still lingering in his vehicle as the rest drove away. He leaned out his window and whistled for my attention.

“¡Eh, puta! If any of us see your face, you’re fucked!” He raised his gun out of his window and shot once into the sky. I flinched with the sound, and watched him drive off, cackling.

It was obvious that Pablo had been ready. He knew that I was cracking, probably knew my plans for weeks, if not months, depending on when he found that card. I had it just the night before but he could’ve gone through my things at any point. His family had been packed away into the car with their necessary belongings while he had been catching me.

I ran back to the phone and lifted it to my ear. Nothing. They had cut the lines.

“Fuck!” I shouted, throwing the phone against the wall I had been held against. I watched it shatter into pieces and rain onto the floor.

I was truly alone.

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