#I tried adding a gif from the bar scene in this too but it just didn't fit right

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hiiiiiii i just wanna say i love ur work so much. i was wondering if i could request a jason todd hurt/comfort fic. i recently had a really scary experience outside of a bar, and it has been taking a toll on me. maybe something like reader and jason fight over something silly, and then something like that happens to reader and he comforts them after and feels bad about the fight before? with a lot of fluff and reassurance. maybe he gives them a bath or something:) THANK YOUUUU

Never Let Me Go - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst -> fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: after an argument with Jason, you're left to fend for yourself outside of a bar

CW: attempted assault, attempted SA, chasing, slight violence, dissociation/shock (reader), arguing, alcohol, hurt/comfort, pet names (Jason calls reader baby/hun), bathing together, jason is snarky at first

sorry this took so long! really hope you're feeling better, but if you (or anyone else reading this) ever need to talk, my inbox is always open <3 i talk about my own struggles with ptsd on this blog, and i want everyone to be able to feel safe enough to talk about theirs, too

i tried to keep the assault scene short and brief, but i've also added cuts before and after in case anyone would like to skip it.

(title slightly based on this song)

“You know that stuff is pure sugar and no alcohol, right?” 

You roll your eyes when Jason gestures to your drink with a look of distaste, hiding his snark behind the rim of his glass. You’re tempted to remind him that the foamy beer he’s pounding back has even less alcohol than your Cosmo, but think the better of it. He’s in a bitchy mood, and there’s no point making it worse.

He’d gotten into a fight with Bruce the night before, and had practically gone on a rampage through Gotham’s underground. The anger radiated off of him still when he’d showed up at your apartment an hour earlier, even after he’d flashed you a tense smile and planted a tentative kiss to your lips.

You’d told him at least three times since then that he didn’t have to come with you—given the bar was around the corner from your home, and you could stumble home from it drunk, backwards and in your sleep—but Jason had insisted. As if you ever thought Jason would be able to relax knowing you’re out at a bar in the heart of Gotham, despite your assertions that you would only be having a couple drinks and maybe some chili fries.

You swish your glass around, watching the raspberry coloured booze slosh on the sides. “We can go home if you’re not feeling up to this,” you say gently. “I don’t mind.”

He gives his broad shoulders an irritating shrug. “You wanted to get out of the house, we’re out of the house.” 

Though he doesn’t say it, you can hear the unspoken words crackling through the air. What more do you want from me?

“But do you want to leave?”

Jason’s eyes narrow, black pupils forcing out imperial blue. “I go where you go.”

It takes more effort than you’d like to admit to resist tugging at your hair. Though it’s been years since he lived in Wayne Manor, and even longer since he studied under Bruce, the lessons he learned have never left him. Including this form of aggravating, diplomatic speech where his answers gave no answers at all.

“Whatever,” you sigh under your breath, crossing your legs and tilting your body back to your drink.

Jason scoffs, “whatever? Really?”

“Yes, really!” You’re grateful that the mix of conversations and the drone of 90s rock are loud enough to cover up your rising voice. “I just wanted to get out of the house for once and you’re being mean.”

“I’m being mean?” There’s a cruel smirk on his lips. “The only reason I’m here is because of you, so that you wouldn’t have to be alone.”

“I never asked for that.”

Your heart races painfully in your chest. You’ve never liked arguing, especially not in public when the both of you have been drinking and especially not when Jason is already chafing under the expectations of others. It’s a nightmarish combination that leaves electricity sizzling in the air and everyone in the room on edge.

He chugs the rest of his beer, not even bothering to wipe away the tiny bit of white foam that catches on the shadow above his upper lip. “Fine then,” he grumbles, and tosses a fifty onto the counter. “I’ll see you.”

He leaves no room for protest, already barreling his way through the tables. By the time you’ve even processed what just happened, he’s already at the door, back muscles tensing beneath brown leather as he yanks it open hard enough to shake the hinges.

You wait until you hear the familiar rev of his motorcycle before ordering another round.

It’s late by the time you decide to pay your tab and head home. Your phone has long since been dead weight in your pocket, but even if it weren’t, you wouldn’t have bothered to check it. There was a part of you that hoped Jason would come back, that he would apologize, but that part is about as dead as your phone is.

It’s brisk outside now, and cold rain sprinkles from above. The dark rain clouds block out the moon, dim flickering street lights the only light you can see. You take a long, deep breath that clouds the air as you release it, rubbing your freezing forearms. Home is just around the corner, but that’s still an eight minute walk. Minimum.

A groan slips past your lips as you lean against the outside of the building, peering into the dark streets for any sign of a cab. A rock skids across the ground to your left and you snap your head in the direction it came from.

A man saunters towards you, his body encased in shadows. “Need a ride?”

A shiver rises up your spine. You shuffle further to your right, trying to put more distance between you and the stranger. 

He doesn’t take the hint. He moves closer, purposefully slamming his boots harder into the ground to get your attention. “I said,” he repeats, “do you need a ride?”

“No,” you swallow hard, adding a quick, “thank you.”

You don’t know this man, but you despise him. You despise his imposition, the southern twang of his voice, the fact you’re instinctually polite to him so that you don’t risk pissing him off.

Despite your plea, he keeps coming towards you. “I reckon you do.”

The alarm bells in your head start to shriek. You shove off of the wall, stumbling only slightly before you regain your balance and take off down the sidewalk. It’s dark and though you can no longer see him when you glance over your shoulder, you can hear the pounding of his boots on the pavement behind you.

And then his cold, clammy hands lock around your wrist and tug you hard. You strain against his grasp, using your entire body weight to get away, to go anywhere but here.

He’s so close you can smell the alcohol on his breath, feel the warmth of his body. Not warm the way Jason is, but warm the way a fire you shouldn’t go near is. You cry out desperately. The bar is still within sight, someone has to come out, someone has to see.

“Why not just let me show you a good time?” He says, “I’m a really nice guy if you give me a chance.”

You drive your elbow into his arm and his grip loosens enough for you to tug away. You rip your wrist from his grasp, but as you do, you lose your balance and crash onto the dirty, wet Gotham pavement. With how cold you are and the adrenaline your heart is furiously pumping through your body, you barely feel the impact.

You can’t see the expression on his face as you drag yourself across the pavement, but you hear a low chuckle. You imagine it’s similar to that of a wolf zeroing in on its prey.

And then, a booming voice cuts through the darkness. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jason sounds pissed, but it's maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. The most beautiful string of words in the English language.

The man spins on his heels away from you just in time to catch a harsh uppercut to the face. A loud crack reverberates through the buildings, and he goes down like a sack of potatoes on the concrete next to you.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, looking up at Jason through your lashes. “You’re—how?”

“Oh, baby. Baby, baby,” he sighs, dropping to his knees on the pavement next to you. His new jeans are probably ruined from touching the ground—as are yours—but that seems to be the least of his concerns right now.

He cradles your head in his lap, his hands trailing up your damp, aching skin for any sign of injury. You shiver, closing your eyes and letting Jason hold you. The adrenaline flooding your veins has not yet diluted, and the calloused warmth from Jason’s hands is the only thing keeping you from floating away.

“I didn’t leave, baby, would never leave you. I was waiting around back when I heard you and,” he sighs, “I’m so sorry.”

His words are faint, so faint, and more gentle than you’ve ever heard him speak. Though he clutches you tightly to him, the feeling registers as barely a whisper. And then you’re on your feet, propped up against his side as he helps you back to where he propped his bike.

Your mind is somewhere else now. You’d have completely forgotten about your own body if it weren’t for the frantic, rhythmic shove of Jason’s heart against his ribcage with every step you take.

You’re not sure how you got back to your apartment, but you’re sure it was through no small effort on Jason’s part. Your waist is warm from where his hand rests—he’s refused to let you go for even a moment since he saw you on that pavement. 

You shiver violently even after you return to the warmth of your home. Jason had wrapped you in his jacket but even that did little to stop the shaking. 

He cups your face, a soft intensity in his eyes. “Let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

You barely react to his touch, or to his words. It doesn’t take a genius to know you’re in shock—Jason’s seen it more than enough times in his lifetime to recognize it at a glance. 

The shivering, that faraway and glassy look in your eyes, the way your lips move as if they’ll form words but no sound comes out. Your pupils themselves have almost doubled in size from the adrenaline coursing through your system. 

He’d take the crowbar a thousand damn times if it meant he would never have to see you like this. He would give away all that he has, and all that he is, to never subject you to this kind of pain.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, and starts towards the dark hallway leading to your bedroom and bathroom.

You let out a choked gasp—the most sound you’ve managed since earlier—and Jason whips around. Blue eyes snap to yours, looking more like broken glass through the tears catching on your own lashes. 

Don’t leave, you want to say. Not even for a minute, not even for a second. But your words fail you, and all you have to fall back on is a gasp of air and the tears in your eyes.

Jason understands, though. “Let’s go together, then.”

He grabs one of your hands in his, and holds your waist with the other. You walk like that down the hall, Jason holding you tight and guiding you to your bathroom. He helps you settle down on the toilet seat while he runs a hot bath.

Jason has you sit on the side of the bathtub, only your bare feet resting in the warm water. He sits with you, his legs on either side of your own and his arms around your waist. Already, the shaking has subsided and your eyes have started to clear. Relief floods his system, wiping away the guilt that’s been bubbling in his stomach.

He waits a few minutes, before saying, “let’s get you out of those clothes and into the bath.”

It’s posed more like a question, his fingers tracing inquisitive circles on your hip. He’s asking, you realize, if it would be okay for him to help you undress. If you’re comfortable being naked in front of him right now. The kindness of the gesture has your shoulders dropping from your ears.

“Y-yeah,” you manage.

Jason keeps his touch firm, steady, while he peels your dirty shirt over your head. He has you raise your feet above the water so he can help you with your pants and underwear, discarding your clothes in a pile on the tiled floor. 

He squeezes your shoulders reassuringly when he sees you hesitate at the side of the bathtub before finally stepping in and letting your aching body settle in the warm water. 

It’s an immediate relief. The chill your skin has taken on, the ice running through your blood, starts to defrost. 

Jason watches you relax into the warm porcelain, your impossibly tense muscles finally loosening. “Feeling any better?” He asks quietly.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble quietly.

He grabs a washcloth from the drawer beneath the counter. “Hey, none of that.”

“I just,” you take a deep, shaking breath, “if we had never gone out tonight, none of this would have happened and you wouldn’t have had to help me and—”

Jason splashes warm water over your head. “None of that,” he repeats. “I don’t want to hear any of that.”

“But—”

“Nothing that happened tonight was any fault of yours.” He brushes the wet washcloth across your face, wiping away stray tears. “You did nothing wrong. I should never have left you, plain and simple.”

“It’s not your fault either, Jay.”

He strokes the washcloth over your forehead. “I’m supposed to protect you, hun. I didn’t do a very good job of it tonight.”

“Get in here with me?” You clutch his forearm.

He chuckles. It’s been a very, very long time since Jason Todd could comfortably fit in a normal sized bathtub, but for you, he’d do anything. He’s  gentle climbing in the bath behind you, propping his legs around the outside of yours so you can comfortably lay back on him.

It’s a cramped fit, it couldn’t possibly be comfortable for anyone—but Jason sucks it up for your sake. Despite the ways his knees ache from the angle he keeps his legs, it all feels worth it when you lay your head on his chest.

“Thank you for being here,” you say quietly.

He plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “For you? Anything.”

And you know he means it.

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DANCE WITH ME, SHELBY

Word count: 2,4k

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, Tommy is a silly goose, blood, injury

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How could it get that bad? That one sentence filled his head to the brim, causing a hellish headache. Staring at the ceiling in the small room in the back of the building, just a wall separating the frustrated man from the chaos in the Garrison. Blue eyes, usually sharp and focused, now glancing all around, internally looking for that one moment where he pushed her too far.

A race of thoughts caused an annoying gnawing at his insides, going back to all the situations he could have used to… speak up, but he didn't. His foolish ego wouldn't let him live that down.

The music was so loud he could hardly analyse, but he successfully brought in the sight of Y/N dancing in a Peaky boys’ arms.

If only he didn't ruin it back then, Thomas groaned. Running a hand through his hair, he set the cap on a table before returning to the main room.

Straightening his back and looking around, Tommy noticed his brothers dancing between all the drunk people, cheering happily and laughing obnoxiously, just like they always did when there was a reason to celebrate.

The Garrison wasn’t normally a place for song and dance, but after the victory at the races, Thomas made an exception for his men.

Winning races was a big thing in Birmingham, no matter whether the races were fixed or not. Nobody would dare to ask anyway.

Among other people sitting by the bar, he spotted her. The woman so unforgettable, that there wouldn't be a day when he wouldn't think of her.

The sound of the door slamming shut went unnoticed by the loud crowd as he made his way to the bar. Several chairs away from Y/n Thomas took his seat, letting out a quiet sigh as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey that Harry instinctively set on the counter in front of him. Pouring a generous amount he nodded towards Y/n, and the bartender immediately got the right idea, pouring her a glass as well.

Tommy planned on watching her reaction closely, but to his surprise she knocked it back without missing a beat, making him raise his eyebrows.

Harry nodded proudly seeing the same scene unfold, before turning around and serving other people.

Usually at least a couple of guests would line up to him by then, but Thomas’ horrendous mood was hanging in the air like a thundercloud, warning off anyone who would think of coming around. Taking advantage of the relative solitude he let his mind spiral down the familiar way.. again.

~~

“What happened!” Polly gasped, slamming the door shut behind her, seeing Thomas and Y/n make their way through the small living room. Blood dripped from the boy's nose, bloodying the already dirty carpet.

“I'll explain, I promise!” Y/N yelled from the bathroom before another slam of the door could be heard. Sitting him on the stool, Y/n tried to breathe steadily just to not start sobbing again. Her knees burned like hell, but she couldn't live down the way Tommy's face looked.

“I'm sorry” she said, shaking her head while reaching for a towel, and dipping it into the small amount of alcohol she had. Her hands were shaking, and so was her voice.

“Y/n” he said, but when she didn't react, his hand grasped her smaller one, holding it for a moment until she looked into his eyes. “It's okay, nothing big happened.” He tried to convince, smiling in a silly way despite his bloodied nose and a black eye. “C’mere” Tommy added after she shook her head, pulling her in for a tight hug. “It's okay, I'm fine, I promise. I didn't want them to hurt you, and I succeeded, like a man, yeah?” His voice soothed her slowly, just like his hand rubbing up and down her back. After a long minute she pulled back, nodding lightly as she held his head, cleaning up the cuts.

Tommy didn't say a word for another few minutes, just watching her face as she worked her magic until her cheeks turned bright pink. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up.

“I'll be ugly for a while now.” Was enough to make her chuckle, and like always, Tommy's laugh followed right after.

“Thank you,” she said. “For saving me and… and being so fearless.” Y/n added shyly, not used to them saying all these nice things to each other.

Thomas shook his head with a breathless chuckle, before looking down.

“I wasn't fearless,” he confessed, making her raise her eyebrows in surprise. “After all, have you seen them? And me? I'm… short.” He chuckled and she immediately followed. “But I couldn't let them hurt you, no matter what.”

“You're not short! You're taller than me!” she argued with her cheeks all red.

“You're a girl, Y/N.” He pointed out, grabbing her hips as she started giggling some more, the gauze on his face shaking along with her arm. A comfortable silence fell between them for a couple moments, before he got up, standing right in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas ran a hand through his hair.

“Will you kiss me for bravery or am I too ugly for it now?” he asked, trying to appear even more confident with a smile still plastered onto his face, ready for a rejection… that never happened. Y/n nodded at him with a smile as she reached for his cheeks, standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against his in a sweet kiss.

“Take me on a date. To the cinema. Tomorrow.” She decided as soon as they parted, looking at him with big, round eyes and Tommy couldn't help but nod, with his face completely red.

“Okay”

~~

After another two glasses sent her way, Thomas chuckled under his breath, eyeing the glass in his hand, when suddenly another hand pulled it out of his grasp. As fast as it disappeared, a feminine hand slammed an empty glass on the counter.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Shelby?” Y/N asked, coming into his view as she leaned on the counter, eyeing him with a serious expression.

“You were drunk before I stepped foot into the Garrison, eh?” he replied, turning around and facing her fully.

“Hardly” she said, tilting her head to the side as she noticed his hardened expression. “What's got you so down, boss? I thought we're celebrating tonight.” Y/N asked half seriously, gesturing to Harry for another bottle.

“Business as always” he responded, lighting a cigarette and offering her one. She only shook her head, leaning forward and pulling the cigarette out of his lips instead. Tommy kept looking at her, not caring enough to light another one. Just drinking in the sight of her eyeing him like that.

Only after a moment he looked away, glancing into the crowd with a barely audible sigh. Y/n knew him long enough to be able to tell how troubled he was feeling at the moment.

“Come on, Shelby.” She said, swiftly slipping off the counter and grabbing his hand. “You're gonna dance with me” Tommy immediately started shaking his head but didn't let go of her hand even for a moment.

“I don't dance, Love.” He replied in a hoarse voice, but Y/n wouldn't take a “no” for an answer when it came to dancing. Tommy somewhat reluctantly stood and let Y/N lead him to the dancefloor. The music was an energetic tempo leaving little to no space on the dancefloor between dancing, drunk people. Y/n led him through the crowd right into the middle of chaos, to ensure he wouldn't leave at any given moment.

By the time they weaved through the crowd, the celebratory song ended and the musicians played a sweeter slow song.

Hearing it, Tommy looked at her with eyebrows raised, making her giggle.

“Too late to change your mind now. Embrace me, Shelby.” She said sternly, in a joking manner.

Thomas didn't need much more convincing, the thought of getting to hold her was enough of an incentive. Stepping forward, Tommy pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her hip, keeping some distance between them for her comfort. She, however, closed the distance between them. Their bodies pressed together, moving in the rhythm. It came much more naturally than either of them would expect. As the music got more sensual, their senses became sharper. His big calloused hands kept her in a firm hold, leading her through the dance just right. Tommy felt suddenly a little more drunk than ever, taking in consideration that he had just two glasses of whiskey. The scent of her skin, her hair, the sweet flowery notes clinging to her skin made him want to get even closer. Closer than physically possible. Forget the alcohol, it was her he was truly intoxicated by.

Y/n could feel how heavy his breathing got, as he slowly let go of her hand, both hands wrapping around her hips and keeping her close. She leaned forward, both hands on Tommy's chest which made her feel even more… dizzy. His heart was beating even harder than hers. That was until he stepped forward again, and her face almost settled in his neck. The best part of the song came on, and the tension between them was palpable. Their breaths grew shallow and Thomas felt like he might explode if she didn't look him in the eyes just then.

Pulling back, he leaned down causing his nose to brush against hers, and as soon as Tommy's warm breath touched her lips, the song suddenly ended.

So did the moment, because Y/N immediately sobered, taking a step back and letting go of his touch.

Thomas could see the slightly panicked look in her eyes.

“Y/N” he started out, shaking his head lightly but she took another step back.

“Thanks for the dance, Shelby.” She replied, before turning around and pushing her way through the crowd towards the exit.

“Bloody hell” He hissed under his breath, trying to follow her as quickly as possible. It took him a longer moment, but Thomas finally burst through the door, immediately looking around and finding Y/N walking towards Small Heath.

“Y/N!” He yelled, going after her. For some reason it felt like an important moment which Tommy couldn't afford to fuck up. “Y/N, wait!”

Y/N kept walking, not paying attention to his shouting. Had he taken it too far with their almost kiss? She had kept drawing nearer to him throughout the dance, because the pull was impossibly strong, yet she couldn't bring herself to move past… that.

“Y/N!” He yelled, being mere metres away before finally a strong hand grasped her shoulder, making her turn around. He prepared a few words to say, but all of them disappeared from his head as soon as he saw her teary eyes.

“Why? Why didn't you come back then? I waited for you, Tommy, and you didn't show up.” She immediately said in a vulnerable voice, unable to keep it in any longer. “I was preparing for three hours to look pretty for you!” She was taking short breaks to sniffle quietly, and he tried to find words, but as always in such situations, it was difficult. Y/N had held onto the heartbreak of being stood up by him for years. The only man she could never hold at arm's length, making her feel so foolish. As he tried to stutter out an explanation, “and… and I..” Y/n started out, but got suddenly cut off by his voice.

“He took my fucking money!” He hissed out, pacing back and forth. Sighing deeply, he ran a hand through his hair while Y/N got… confused.

“What? Who?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Only then did he stop right in front of her.

“Finn” He replied, looking into her eyes with his own eyes wide. “Back then… fuck, I was saving for that moment, alright? Times were fucking tough and… and I wanted to go!” He said loudly, rubbing the side of his jaw with frustration. “But this little bastard didn't leave me a single fucking penny! Took all the money and I couldn't show up in my old, worn down clothes and then… not take you anywhere! Not YOU, Y/N! Fuck!” He gave up on trying to talk calmly, the old frustration and annoyance coming back to the surface. “..and then, then you left Birmingham for a while, and i had no fucking clue how to come back from what happened. What to do or say. I was… I was ashamed.”

Y/N remained silent for what felt like eternity which was probably less than a minute. Thomas sighed deeply, bracing for harsh words as he came up, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“I'm sorry, Love.” He added, when suddenly… she burst out giggling, making him cock an eyebrow in surprise. Only then did she manage to reply between the sniffles and giggles.

“You're an incredibly silly man for a gang leader, Thomas.” She started out, and then.. he knew it would be okay. “If you came wearing a bloody potato sack and wanted to sit under a tree and talk, I would be the happiest girl in the fucking world!” She exclaimed loudly, pushing him lightly. “I never cared about what you wore or where we went, bloody hell, I was following you everywhere! Because I wanted to be around YOU, and that's all that mattered, Tommy.” Her hand covered his much bigger one, eyes becoming more shiny as she spotted the little grin on his face.

“I panicked. I can't explain how sorry I am, Love.” He added, his hand caressing her cheek while his softened gaze remained on her eyes. “I thought about you every single day. Not a thing ever changed for me.” He confessed with a heavy heart.

Y/n became quiet for a moment again before her fingers grazed his reddened, cold cheek.

“You look like you've seen a ghost.” She eventually said, making him chuckle as she pushed his hair away from his eyes.

Thomas took a final step forward, his face mere inches away from her own.

“Well… am I too ugly for a kiss then?”

“Shut up, Shelby.” She sneered, pulling him into a deep but sweet kiss. One she waited for so long, too long.

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She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)

summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet genre: fluff p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.

number one: during 'the blind banker'

you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.

"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.

Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"

"how are you so sure?" John asked

Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.

"maybe they changed it." John said.

"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.

"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later

"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said

"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.

"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.

"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked

"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.

"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.

after she left you came out of his arms.

"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.

"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.

"uh-huh" you said

number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'

"punch me in the face" Sherlock said

"punch you?" John said

"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"

"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says

"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.

"i always wanted to do that" you joke

"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.

"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.

after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.

"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile

"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off

"she is my girlfriend" he says

"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.

"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered

"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile

number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)

"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.

"hello, what's the problem?" the man said

"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says

"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along

"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.

"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"

you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.

"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.

"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.

number four: the real confession

"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.

"yes?"

"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.

"ok, what is it?"

"will you....can you....oh god!"

"Sher, just say it. its okay."

"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"

"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow

"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says

"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.

"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue

"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects

"what?" now you were really confused

"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."

he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.

"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"

"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly

Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.

"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"

[reiderwriter]

You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual. 

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck. 

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough. 

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?” 

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you. 

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all. 

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man. 

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.” 

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby. 

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips. 

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow. 

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you. 

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you. 

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again. 

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

–X–

You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still. 

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs. 

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again. 

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going. 

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you. 

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want. 

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man. 

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan. 

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly. 

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer. 

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper. 

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….” 

–X– 

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet. 

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face. 

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues. 

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you. 

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity. 

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had. 

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close. 

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts. 

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation. 

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise. 

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to. 

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[dreamlandcreations]

Imagine Halbrand realising that the light he was drawn to in Galadriel is actually yours...

Imagine Halbrand realising that the light he was drawn to in Galadriel is actually yours...

He couldn't wrap his mind around it. He perceived you to be nothing different than any ordinary elf. No, not even that, he thought your human half left you even weaker. He couldn't be more wrong.

The scene kept haunting him even hours later. A glimpse at your true form, your true strength that you somehow kept hidden behind your mortal blood's influence... It was still hard to believe what he perceived of Galadriel was just a fragment, an echo of your true light.

His yearning for it more intense than anything he ever felt, yet your words to the elf in the next cell kept knocking him back down to earth.

The blissfully calm exterior you presented for the days he had known you had shattered when Galadriel was trying to justify her actions by her need for vengeance and she tried to rope you into her mess with reminding you of your shared loss in the worst way possible.

"Do you not care that the evil who took them from us is still out there?" she accused, going on about listing her brothers' bravery to go to fight evil and urging you to do the same.

Your reaction was startlingly violent. Grabbing her neck through the bars, you practically hissed through your teeth the words that condemned your kin to her current hollow state.

"I am tired of you using them as an excuse to justify your bloodthirst. If you ever again dare to imply that this selfish insanity is for them, tainting their name, their memory, and everything they stood for, then I might put you out of your misery myself." Halbrand saw you squeeze the elf's throat for good measure before you delivered your sentence to his fellow sinner.

"If you wish to wallow in this darkness, I will not hold you back anymore." As you said these words, he could see the light leaving Galadriel and returning to you, the bond he couldn't sense before cut by you, revealing a darkness not only in her but deep down in your human heart as well before he had seen your soul glow unlike any other elf's he ever met.

His need for you was edging on obsession but your parting words left him with equal amount of hope and dread as he realised how similar his and the elf's trouble is. Clearly thinking about what to do and with a slightly regretful expression you left the elf a little glimpse of light after all.

"Perhaps it is my fault," you mused out loud. "I was holding you up for too long and you forgot how to walk on your own." You paused with a heavy sigh. "What I know for certain now that if you do not want to get up from the floor where you are wasting away, then I cannot help." Another pause, a longer one as you contemplated something before gently adding on your offer. "You have to find your strength to stand on your own but if you do, and you want my help then, I promise, I will not let you fall."

Those words were like knives to his heart. The eternal loneliness he felt amplified to an unbearable degree but there was also a spark of hope, that perhaps you would offer the same help to him if he asked for it...

[fullsandwichmiracle]

"Oxford: A Year Abroad, part four”

Paring: Felix Catton x reader 

Warning: 18+, nsfw, MDNI, smut, oral, betrayal, over stimulation

Word count: 2531

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As the week rolled on, Y/N returned to her dorm after Thursday's lecture. Feeling a burst of motivation, she decided to head to the library to wrap up her essay, as plans with her friends awaited at a local bar during the weekend. Settling into a cozy corner, Y/N worked on the finishing touches and proofreading. 

Amidst the quiet library ambiance, she suddenly caught snippets of hushed voices and muffled laughter nearby. Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/N peeked through a gap between the books to see what was unfolding. Unable to recognize anyone from her vantage point, she sighed, abandoning the attempt to decipher the mysterious scene. She heard quiet moans and laughter as she continued reading through the paper and correcting her spelling as she went along. 

When packing her bag Y/N looked up and catched a glimpse of Felix leaving the library following a girl. Y/N knew that she couldn't be overly upset, yet a sinking feeling persisted in her heart. The uncertainty of her relationship with Felix lingered, adding a layer of drama to her thoughts. For all she knew, she might just be a fleeting hookup in his eyes, their connection lacking any official commitment or exclusivity. 

Opting not to dwell too much on the situation, Y/N proceeded to pack her bag and exited the library. 

When Y/N got to her room, she laid down on her bed with a heavy sigh, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Despite the absence of any formal commitment between them, a sense of betrayal weighed heavy on her heart. She couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps she had invested more emotionally in their connection than Felix had. The echoes of their encounter lingered, and she grappled with the realization that expectations, unspoken as they were, had been shattered. After pondering the situation for a while, Y/N picked up her book and began reading, seeking condolence in the fictional world to escape the unsettling thoughts that lingered in her mind.

As the night progressed, she heard a knock on her door while engrossed in her book. Assuming it was one of her friends, she casually yelled, "It's open," without looking up. The door creaked open, and to her surprise, Y/N glanced up to find Felix leaning against the doorframe. The overwhelming sense of betrayal washed over her again, and tears welled up as she uttered, "Just go, be with your other girls," pouring out her emotions to him. 

Felix stood there, his expression a mix of surprise and concern, as Y/N struggled to contain her emotions. He moved towards her bed, taking a seat beside her as she continued to cry, he gently reached out, attempting to comfort her with a reassuring touch on her shoulder. 

“What do you mean?” he questioned, gently stroking her back in an attempt to console her and halt the flow of tears. Frustration and confusion lingered in Y/N's eyes as she looked at Felix, still trying to comprehend the situation. 

"I saw you leaving the library," Y/N cried out, curled up in a ball, attempting to vanish into her own misery. Unable to contain her emotions, Y/N poured out her feelings, accusingly adding, "I feel like I was just another one of your toys.". Felix gently shushed her, his fingers soothingly combing through her hair as he attempted to bring comfort and calmness.

"You're more than that, Y/N. Nothing happened between me and that girl, we were just..." he started to say but stopped mid-sentence, realizing the difficulty of explaining the situation. "Just what, Felix?" Y/N uttered with a teary, cracked voice from crying. Felix sighed deeply, realizing the gravity of the situation. He cupped Y/N's face in his hands, wiping away her tears gently. Felix tried to explain, "I didn't even touch her; we were just high, having a laugh. It meant nothing, Y/N." trying to get her to understand what she thought she had seen. 

"You don't have to trust me; I get that you feel betrayed. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'm not leaving," he said, still cupping her cheek and wiping away the tears streaming down her face. Felix continued to comfort her, his gaze filled with sincerity as he tried to mend the emotional turmoil that had unfolded. "You don't have to respond. I can go if you prefer," he said gently as his fingers delicately brushed her hair away from her face, she remained silent, her emotions swirling in turmoil.  Felix continued to sit there, his presence made Y/N feel a mix of comfort and compassion having him there next to her. As Y/N remained silent,  Felix started to stand and felt remorse for hurting her and not being able to mend it.

"Can you stay?" she softly uttered as he reached the door, not wanting him to leave. Y/N looked up, meeting her teary eyes with Felix, who had a tear rolling down his cheek. "Of course, anything for my princess," he said, wiping away his tears as he walked back to Y/N in the bed. As he lay down next to her, he gently embraced her, holding her close, and whispered, "I'm here for you," planting a soft kiss on the back of her head. Y/N drifted off to sleep in Felix's embrace, finding comfort in the warmth of his arms.

The next day Y/N woke up to the sound of her alarm, its intrusive tone cutting through her sleep while she was still entangled in Felix's embrace. Felix planted a kiss on her cheek, also awoken by the sudden blare of the alarm. "Did you manage to get some sleep, darling?" he mumbled in his groggy morning voice that Y/N adored. Y/N smiled, feeling a sense of comfort in Felix's embrace, and replied, "A little. Thanks for staying," cuddling up, trying to get closer to Felix to avoid getting up and starting her day. “No worries, I wanted to be with you” he said, kissing her on the neck. “What do you have today?” Felix asked, stroking her hair. 

“Only one lecture,” Y/N answered, melting by the feeling of Felix caressing her hair. 

“Do you have to go?” he whispered in her ear then kissed her neck. Y/N already tired from a full week of school and already done with her assignment, pondered taking the day off and spending it with Felix.

 “Maybe missing one lecture won't ruin my attendance” she replied, never wanting to leave his arms. 

Felix continued to place small kisses on her neck and began caressing her body softly. He whispered “I can't keep my hands away from you” as he kissed her behind her ear, making a pleasant shiver roll down Y/N spine. 

The feeling of Felix touching her body made her forget about what happened yesterday melting away by his gentle touches. Y/N let out a small moan in pleasure as his hand traced down her body, she turned around so she was facing Felix gazing into his soft eyes. He kissed her on her lips passionately pulling her closer to him. As he continued to kiss Y/N he rolled over now leaning over. The swift motion and seeing Felix towering over her made her pussy begin throbbing, Y/N reached for his hair, embedding her fingers gripping Felix's hair. His hand began to wander under her shirt she was still wearing from yesterday, fondling her breasts. Felix stopped kissing Y/N and began taking off her shirt “Do you want me to continue?” Felix said as he kissed her on her belly. “Yes, please don't stop,” Y/N answered wanting all of him. 

After taking off her shirt Felix sat up taking his off, Y/N glared at his torso and began caressing his abs, nearly drooling, admiring his physique. Felix grinned, guiding her hands towards his crotch. When her hand reached his crotch she began to unbuckle his belt and started to breathe heavily. She could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants and the feeling made her unable to focus, as she finally got down his zipper he stood up taking off his pants before going back to Y/N and gently pulled down her bottoms while kissing her legs as he went along. Y/N felt flustered by his gentle approach, a contrast to their previous encounter. Felix started leaving small kisses and nibbles on her thighs moving up along her body while running his fingers as he progressed. Y/N let out a small moan from his touches that made her body shiver in excitement, wanting him even more.

 When he reached her eye level he planted a kiss on her lips “Do you wanna keep going?” Seeking reassurance, uncertain about the extent to which she would permit his actions, Aware of his behavior from the previous day and how it had affected her. Y/N simply nodded, too flustered to speak. 

Felix began kissing her again and reached down to her soaking wet panties. He started sliding a finger outside following the contour from her pussy, Y/N moaned and twitched from the sensation. He slipped them to the side and entered his finger slowly into her drenched pussy, as he continued to passionately kiss Y/N. She moaned and softly bit his lips, desiring him to give her more. Felix stopped kissing Y/N on her mouth instead trailing down her body, he planted a kiss right above as he met the line of her panties. Felix bit down on her underwear and dragged them down with his teeth. When he got back he planted one more kiss in the same place before looking up at Y/N again looking for reassurance. Y/N nodded once more, biting her lip with anticipation. Felix wandered down planting kisses as he slowly reached her clit, and began to circle it with his tongue, feeling it pulsating. Y/N let out a moan as he entered two fingers into her pulsating pussy. He proceeded at a slow pace, driving Y/N to the brink of insanity, grabbing his hair and scrunching it in pleasure. Felix began finger fucking her at a more rapid pace making her moan loader. While continuing to finger her Felix sat up taking off his boxers with his other hand. Going back down kissed her on her clit before pulling out his fingers and liking them clean. Felix seductively whispered  “You taste so freaking good” as he was done tasting her on his fingers. 

Felix pulled Y/N toward his hips and laid his big dick on her stomach, Y/N looked down realizing how far up it would go into her. He backed up a bit, proceeding to lead his cock inside her. As Y/N felt as the tip entered her and she let out a small moan, she had missed this feeling. He slowly went deeper into her wet throbbing pussy, and let out a moan at the same time as Y/N. Felling Felix cock filling her up and stretching her walls made her eyes roll back as she moaned “oh Daddy, Go faster”. Felix began thrusting faster right away “Anything for my princes” He said, taking her hand and holding it down over her head. He tried to be gentle but his dominant side started to come back as he heard her moans. Felix turned Y/N over making her face meet the bed, He grabbed her pelvis and dragged up her ass entering her once again. Y/N gasped by the quick movement and moaned as he entered her stretching her walls again. He began thrusting her at a faster pace making her moan loudly as his cock hit her cervix. Felix grabbed Y/N hair and pulled her up while thrusting into her, making Y/N moan nearly scream. Felix shushed her and moved his hand to her mouth placing his fingers in her mouth to dampen the sound of her loud moans. The new position made Felix hit her g-spot every time he thrusted into her. Y/N could not contain herself begin to squirt as he started fucking her faster screaming in plesure, the sound being muffled by his fingers. Felix grunted as he made her squirt and slapped her on ass as he began going even faster and somehow deeper than before.

“ I'm cuming” moaned Y/N as she let out a muffled scream. “Good girl, cum on daddy's dick” He said grunting as he continued at the same pace. Y/N overwhelmed from the pressure that had built up, came and moaned loudly but still muffled by his fingers. His pace slowed down for a while as Felix removed his fingers from her mouth instead placing it around her neck before he began to pick up the pace again. His grip around her neck was tight but still felt good, His new pace making Y/N body shake as she had already cummed once and as the pressure built up once again. For every trust as Felix hips bounced on her ass, Y/N loudly moaned every time he hit her g-spot. 

“I´m going to fuck you until you can´t stand” he whispered leaning his head against the back of her head.  As his hips hit against her hips again hitting her g-spot, Y/N came once more moaning loudly and shaking by the over stimulation of every stroke inside her. Felix chuckled as he continued to fuck her “That´s my good girl” he moaned still keping the same pace and trying to hold Y/N still as she was twitching.  He let go of her neck and grabbed her by her waist to go deeper. 

“fuck, your so good” He grunted as he continued to thrust inside her. Felix bit his lips as he released himself inside her, mixing their cum on his dick,  every thrust Y/N could feel how Felix was filling her up. 

Felix went all the way in one more time before he pulled out his cum soaked dick.

Felix turned Y/N around making her face him. “ Clean up your mess” he said tracing his cock around Y/N lips. She opened her mouth and began liking their mixed fluids up cleaning his dick. When she was done she fell down into the bed not being able to hold herself up anymore. “Such a good little girl,”  He said, kissing her on her forehead before laying down next to her.  After around a minute Felix stood up leaving Y/N in the bed walking away to the bathroom to grab something to clean her up with.  As he came back Felix dried Y/N skin and wiped off her pussy, when he was done he picked her up moving her away from the wet spot on the bed and laid down the towel before laying down next to her again.  They laid in bed for a while both breathing heavily, and falling back into sleep.

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[yelenasdiary]

Come Closer

Pairing: Military! Yelena Belova x Fem! Nurse! Reader

Summary: After returning from deployment, Yelena’s closest friend, Kate convinces her to join her on vacation in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, where she finally talks to somebody she’s seen a few times before.

Angst | Fluff | Mentions of War | Mentions of Drinking | PTSD | 1.6K |  

AC: Yes, I am biased towards Rio, let me have this one!! & This is lightly inspired by the song, Come Close by Omah Lay. Enjoy x

The loud sound of samba music filled the city of Rio de Janeiro as the public came together as one to celebrate the popular and color event of carnival. Kate Bishop, Yelena's best friend dragged the blonde on vacation in hopes it would cheer up the soldier after a rough few months away from deployment. 

"Are you sure you're not coming?" Kate asked with an almost disappointed pout. Her friend looked up from her phone and nodded, "yeah, I don't think the large crowd will be good for me. I'm just going to take a walk along the beach and grab a drink at a bar, but you have fun" Yelena smiled, seeing the disappointment in Kate's eyes. 

"Carnival is one of the biggest events here, you can't miss it!" Kate tried to convince the young blonde, "there will be plenty of things to keep you distracted! Music, dancing, the parade, drinks!" she added. Yelena chuckled kindly at the gesture of her friend's enthusiasm about the popular carnival, "I'm sure, besides, I just got rid of a headache so I think some fresh, ocean air will do me some good" Yelena assured the brunette, "but I will walk with you to the taxi" Yelena added as she stood from the hotel room sofa. 

"I'll wait for you" Kate smiled in reply. 

----

Yelena walked Kate to her taxi before making her way to the famous, Copacabana beach. The night was lit up by streetlights along with passing cars, restaurants and cafes that were open till late for the week. The sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline brought a calmness to Yelena as she wandered along the path, admiring the sights of Rio as she passed by many carnival goers. 

Colorful lights could be seen from a distance as the famous carnival made its presence known with the loud music washing through the city. A smile tugged at Yelena's lips when she realized how free the people of Rio were during this time, how happy and excited everybody was made her appreciate her time here just a little more. After a while, Yelena stopped at and made herself comfortable at one of the beach bars. 

"What can I get you?" you asked the blonde with a soft, welcoming smile. Yelena's eyes slightly shot open at the sight of you, she smiled lightly and replied, "two shots of vodka, please". 

"You know, you're the only person I've seen tonight that isn't dressed up for carnival" you spoke as you poured two shot glasses of vodka. Yelena chuckled, "Yeah, I don't think it's really my scene right now" she replied with a pause, "I just got back from deployment" she added after a few short moments of silence before downing her first shot. 

"Well, in that case, here, it's on the house" you smiled softly and poured her a third shot and slid it over to her. The blonde looked familiar to you but you couldn't quite put your finger on it, her beautiful green eyes were filled with worry and sadness, a look you'd seen one too many times before. Yelena downed her second shot before letting out a light sigh when some of the street goers let off illegal fireworks. 

Gently, you placed a hand over the hand Yelena had resting on the bar, "it's okay" you spoke softly as your thumb stroked over her soft skin. She looked up at you and nodded ever so lightly as she tried to drain out the few moments of loud banging. Once the fireworks were over, you looked up at the time. You only had 5 minutes left of your shirt before somebody would come and take over your spot. 

"Do you want to go somewhere a bit quieter?" you asked the young soldier. 

Yelena downed the third shot and shook her head, "it's okay, I'll be okay but thank you. You're working and I don't want to bother you" she replied. 

"I wouldn't offer if I thought you would bother me" you smiled softly. There was a moment of silence between the two of you before you spoke once more, "I'm a nurse for the military". 

The information made Yelena tilt her head slightly, "that's where I have seen you" she spoke, "you saved one of my buddies life" she added. Suddenly the memory of when you first laid eyes on her came back to you. "Yelena, right?" you smiled softly, she nodded, "I never caught your name that day" she replied. 

"Yelena, you were distressed which is very understandable! How is Oksana?" 

"She's great, she got married and has adopted a baby girl. She lives out on a farm now" 

A smile formed on your lips at the news of one of the many soldiers you'd saved, "I'm really glad to hear that. Most times, we just patch you all up and maybe we'll see you again and other times we never hear about you again, so, it's really nice to know she's doing well" you explained. 

Right on time, your co-worker entered the small street bar and gave you a pat on the back to give the good to go. You took off your work apron and placed it on the door behind the door before you turned to look at Yelena again. Her eyes widened as she took in your figure, under your apron you wore a very colorful outfit for the special occasion. A long skirt that had 4 main colors along with a very tropical print. Orange, yellow, pink and green that was covered with a floral design. Your top was orange and matched the skirts floral design. 

"So, what's your plans for the evening?" you asked Yelena, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

"I was just going to have a couple more drinks and head back to my hotel room and wait for my friend to come back" she replied with honesty. You shook your head, "come on, you're in Rio! The party city, come on, you're with me tonight" you smiled before walking out from behind the bar. Yelena saw she didn't have much choice and stood up from her stool, although she was very interested in where you'd be taking her.

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You took Yelena to a place that had an amazing view of the city, away from the crowds and far enough for the loud music and sounds of carnival to be faded to a distance but the gentle samba music of street festivals traveled up the hill to remind you both that you weren't alone. "So, if you're a nurse, why do you bar tend?" Yelena asked, breaking the shortly lived silence between the two of you. 

"It's something different, I've travelled to many different places to just be a bartender, I love meeting all types of people and hearing their stories. You'd be surprised what you get told as a bartender" you chuckled, "After the things we see, it's hard to find something that takes your mind off it" you added. 

"You find that bartending takes your mind off it all?" Yelena questioned. 

"Yeah, I mean, with times like this, carnival, everybody is happy and excited. It's refreshing to come home from where we go to a place like this. You're not thinking about what you saw or heard, you're in the moment here. I'm a bartender here, at home, I am nurse of war." You explained. Another moment of silence was shared, it wasn't awkward but more comforting. 

"You're right, it is nice here. Maybe I have been a little closed off to the idea of letting myself have fun" Yelena spoke, her eyes dropping to her feet. "Start now" you stood from the bench with your hand reaching for Yelena to take. She looked up at you, her eyes traveling from your feet to your eyes, taking in the beauty that stood before her but with regret, she shook her head. 

"Why not?" you asked. 

"I don't want to hurt you" Yelena admitted, "everything beautiful I see somehow turns to darkness" she adds. You kneeled down in front of her, looking into her eyes, "you're living inside of your head" you replied, "try living in the moment. Look around you, there's no danger, you can't hurt me" you add. 

Yelena took a moment to let your words process as she looked at her surroundings, she'd been so closed off that she began to believe what she saw when away was something that would follow her even when she was in the comfort of her own home. You could see she was thinking, thinking too much at that. Gently, you brushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, "trust me, it's okay" you spoke softly, breaking her train of thought before you carefully took her hands into yours and pulled her up from the bench. 

She smiled so softly that if you blinked, you would've missed it. You guided her hands to your hips when you heard the street festival music getting slightly louder. Yelena looked into your eyes, "just go with it" you whispered before you led her into dance. Moving your body along with hers, you soon felt her relax and move more freely with you and eventually, she smiled. Her eyes sparkled with the streetlights as she pulled you closer to her, she felt confidence and for the first time tonight, you saw she had no worries in the world. 

The two of you simply just danced as the street parade passed by and faded into a distant sound when Yelena stopped her movements and lost herself in your eyes. "Thank you" she spoke, breaking the silence between you both. 

"You're welcome" you smiled softly.

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I wish I could stay in the Past

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader Summary: Who would have thought that 27 years after the first Woodsboro massacre, you still couldn't live in peace? Now, you have been asked by Agent Kirby Reed to come to New York, where apparently a new Ghostface killer was on the loose. For you, this meant going back into your past and meeting the person you were trying to protect from your life since she was born. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: Spoilers for Scream VI, English isn't my first language Word Count: 5,890

Kirby stood in front of the whiteboard plastered with photos of every Ghostface killer from 1996 to 2022, of the masks found at the crime scenes, and of the victims killed so far.

"…Mickey Altieri, Nancy Loomis, Stu Macher and Billy Loomis. Number One and also the father of our chief suspect."

Detective Bailey, arms crossed before his chest, nodded before adding, "It's all leading us back to Sam."

"What about the girlfriend?" Kirby suddenly mumbled, more to herself than addressing the Detective.

"What? Whose girlfriend?"

“(Y/N) (L/N). She and Billy were childhood sweethearts. Although she was never personally involved in any Ghostface incidents following 1996, she could never quite live her life in peace. I mean, come on. The mourning love interest has to be the main suspect. His mother tried to avenge his death and no one thought about that either. Then boom! Dead teenagers everywhere."

Bailey turned his face to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What? It's just an idea."

"Hm." He hummed, "It could be worth a shot."

A totally stupid shot because what sane person would suddenly seek revenge after 27 years? Well, if it keeps her occupied, who am I to stop her?

"Any idea on how we can reach her?"

Kirby smirked. "Of course I do."

New York was far too loud, far too big, and far too dirty for your liking. You preferred the calmness and the quiet of a nice little town somewhere far away from any crime or even the smallest hint of being dragged into another drama. You really thought you would finally be at peace, having that calm and quiet life, until you got a call from Agent Kirby Reed. You remember that name well. Besides Sidney and Gale, obviously, she was the only victim who survived the Second Woodsboro Massacre. On the phone, she told you that someone had put on the Ghostface mask again and was after a group of teenagers. She wanted you to come to New York right away so you could be questioned.

It wasn't the first time you were a suspect, but being one again after almost 30 years? You were about to vent to the familiar old feeling of simmering anger for being falsely accused again when…

"Your niece was among those who were attacked."

"Sam?"

"Yeah."

"I'm on my way. It's going to take a few hours."

"That's alright. When you arrive in New York, go straight to the NYPD and tell them you are here to see Agent Reed. Someone will show you the way to the office I'm currently occupying."

You were just about to open the car door and leave the parking lot near the police station when you got a text.

[Agent Reed]: Change of plans. Someone thinks you need to see this too. Come to this address.

So now you were standing in front of some kind of run-down movie theatre, not knowing if you were at the right place. You read the text message again… nope, still the same street name and the same house number. You were about to dial Kirby's number when someone called your name.

"Over here!"

You turned to the blonde woman standing a few meters away from you, holding open a metal door. "Agent Kirby Reed?" You asked.

"The one and only." She nodded for you to follow her. "Come in, the others are already inside."

It's strange, you thought. I'm actually meeting Samantha.

You stopped at a metal bar door that already allowed you an insight of the room ahead of you. There was tingling feeling in your belly.

"You're ready?"

You nodded as an answer, not trusting your mouth to form a decent sentence.

It felt like you were pushed back into your 18-year-old self. Mannequins, display shelves, and cases were set up and led to a stage. It was impossible to take everything in at the same time, so you walked through the row closest to you. Years of evidence put together like it was a museum, like a fucking…

"A shrine." Kirby said from behind you. "Dedicated to every killer that put on the mask."

You barely registered what she just said when you saw what was displayed at the end of the row. You almost couldn't believe your eyes. There… There were Tatum's clothes, the ones she wore when she was killed… and there was the robe Stu wore at his party… and Billy's bloody t-shirt. You walked past a sitting mannequin looking exactly like Steve Orth until you were standing right in front of the white cloth still covered in blood. Huffing out a shaky breath, you reached out to touch it. Your fingers traced from every hole where he was stabbed until it stopped on the chest of the mannequin. You almost expected to feel a heartbeat underneath your skin…

Oh Billy.

Maybe it was the overwhelming, morbid, nostalgic feeling that almost crushed you seeing all those reminders of your past, but you still hadn't noticed the small group on the stage next to you watching you either with curious or wary eyes.

You were still caught up in your head, thinking back to that afternoon on September 28th in 1996 — you, reading another true crime novel and playing with the brown curls of your boyfriend's hair while his head rested on your lap, napping. You two had stayed in this position until the sun went down. The clock read 6 PM when you decided to make dinner and he left the kitchen to make a quick phone call. When he got back…

"Billy, are you serious? There is a killer outside!"

"Stu lives only 10 minutes away. I'll take the car."

"Are you sure? Shouldn't we call the police?"

"No, it's alright. I'm just gonna make sure he doesn't overdo it. You know how he is."

You laughed, "Yeah, I do and I love him for that."

Billy tilted his head, an amused glint in his eyes. "Oh really? I thought you loved me."

The smile on your face grew brighter as he bent down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "I do love you. So much."

You snapped out of your thoughts.

It would have been perfect. A concerned Billy wanting to make sure his best friend was okay so he goes to his party to check on him, but is surprised by the killer. Both, he and Stu, were fighting to survive and in the end, sadly, they were the only ones still alive. The police would have believed them that it was Sidney's father all along and you and Billy could have lived a happily ever after in another town, away from all that traumatic shit he 'went through'.

But the reality was different. Billy had been a psychotic serial killer, murdering friends and classmates and even Sidney's mother. He had been the one getting addicted to the feeling of killing someone after Maureen Prescott, he had been the one who had done all those horrible things…

"Kirby, who's that?" A female voice asked.

Kirby gave you a quick look before answering, "This is (Y/N) (L/N)-"

“(Y/N)?” Gale interrupted her and watched you climb the stairs of the stage.

You first inspected each of the 9 Ghostface mannequins — your eyes lingering on the middle one a little longer — before acknowledging her. You still held a grudge against her, considering how much she had turned your life upside down.

"Hello Gale. Long time no see." You greeted her with a tight smile on your lips. "And since I was ordered here for an interrogation, let's be honest. It's actually (Y/N) Carpenter."

Everyone but Gale suddenly straightened up before the teenagers of the group looked at the two girls closest to the Ghostface costume in the glass case. Both looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as if they were trying to somehow place you in their family tree.

Looking at her made you tear up. You smiled. "Hi Samantha."

"It's… just Sam, actually. I'm sorry, do I know you?" She asked you, confused, still trying to remember where and when she met you.

"You don't, but I know you. Christina told me everything about you and always kept me up-to-date." You took a quick breath to control your emotions. "God, you've grown. You look so much like him."

Sam shifted on her feet, not liking where this conversation was going. "Him? You mean my father."

"How do you know our mom?" The short girl next to her butt in. She seemed just as wary as her sister.

"Christina is my older sister."

"So you're our aunt."

"Not exactly. I'm your aunt, Tara." You said before addressing Sam directly, "Christina called me when you found out who your real father is in those diaries." You were really about to drop the bomb. "You know, those diaries weren't hers… they were mine."

"What are you saying?"

"That the one who got pregnant by Billy Loomis wasn't Christina. It was me."

Sam looked at you like you've grown a second head. "So what? You're… You're my mother?"

"Biological, yes. In any other way, probably not."

"Oh my God." She started to walk up and down with her hands gripping her hair. "Oh my God."

"I know it's a lot, but-"

"A lot? You just come here, a total stranger, and tell me you're my mother when the woman who raised me all those years isn't actually my mom but my aunt!"

"I don't expect you to replace her with me and accept me as your new mother, Sam. I'm not planning on taking you with me to force you into a mother-daughter relationship after 26 years. I'm here to help you."

Sam's head whipped around to look at Kirby.

"She's on my suspect list, Sam." Kirby shrugged, "Apparently, no one thinks about the revengeful love interest."

"But I have an alibi." You defended yourself, "I wasn't even near New York when the teacher and the students were murdered. Same goes for the therapist and your two friends. I actually expected to be questioned at the NYPD, but if you actually want to interrogate me here, go ahead."

"Then why are you here? This very place?"

You looked back at Tara. "Because Agent Reed told me to. From what she told me, we experienced similar situations and she thought I had a right to see this too." You looked around the room. "My past is on display here as much as hers or Gale's."

Sam shook her head, taking a step forward. "So, just to get this straight. You get knocked up by a serial killer and then just leave the baby with your sister? You found out you were pregnant with me and dumped me because what? You didn't want to be a mom at such a young age? Or was it because you were disgusted by me?"

Your eyes widened. Of course, you expected some resistance and some accusations, but it was still like a knife to your heart to see her betrayed expression and hear her furious voice. "No, of course not. I loved you the second I held you in my arms."

"Then why?"

"I had no other choice! Do you know how hard it was, living like I had to after your father died? The names they called me? And you… you were the size of a grape and they had already called you the Devil's Spawn. No one wants to raise a child in an environment like that."

"So you just abandoned me? Left me behind so you could get away from everything?"

"I didn't abandon you. I gave you a safe life away from every threat that could hurt you or even corrupt you. After that night when… when it all happened, my normal life was over. Either all those blase do-gooders in Woodsboro treated me like I put a Ghostface mask on and killed all those people myself, or I was viewed by these Stab-obsessed lunatics as some sort of precious artifact left behind by their idol. I was ambushed by dozens of assholes in costumes and got 3 or 4 calls a day. Even after I moved to other towns, fuck, even to another state, and I still couldn't live my life in peace. Thanks, by the way." You turned to Gale.

"What, me?"

"The tirade of hate you wrote about me in your damn books. First, the boyfriend, then the mother of the boyfriend, and then even Roman Bridger just because he was the one who stirred Billy into going on a killing spree. You even mentioned me in your fourth book when I literally had no connection to anything that happened that year! You made it look like I pulled the strings, egged on every Ghostface, and was planning every murder, Gale."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did. Just like you called Sam a born killer, you called me the secret Ghostface that got away who will someday get revenge on Sidney for killing the love of her life."

Gale opened her mouth, but having nothing to reply with, she closed it again.

Using the following silence to return to the current problem, Chad asked, "So, just to make sure before that–" He awkwardly gestured to you and Sam "–happened. Someone killed these chucklefucks and took over?"

"Someone who believes that Sam masterminded Woodsboro."

"If this would be a movie, this would be the killer's lair."

"Which means this isn't a normal Stab movie."

Apparently, that gave Tara the rest as she left the stage with brisk steps and disappeared into an adjoining room. Sam was hot on her heels.

Shortly thereafter, the rest of the group split up — Kirby joined Mindy to sit on the edge of the stage, Ethan and Chad were on different sides of the room, looking at the displayed evidence, and Detective Bailey was talking to someone on the phone.

You finally had time to walk to and look at the glass case in front of you. It was a bittersweet feeling, knowing that the one you had loved the most in this world killed four people and thereby started a future death streak, all committed in costumes of his alter ego.

You were so deep in thought that ten minutes had passed and you hadn't noticed that Sam was back and standing behind you.

"Are you married?" She asked, attracting your attention.

You took your eyes off of Billy's name plate and looked into her brown ones that reminded you so much of her father's. "What?"

Sam nodded down to your hand. "Do you have a family?"

Ahh…

"Oh, no. No, I don't. That's a promising ring. You know, when you promise someone to stay together forever and maybe get married one day. Do you kids still do that?"

"Yeah, when we're like twelve, not fifty."

You chuckled. "Ouch. I still have six years until I'm not that old." Sighing, you touched the ring and rolled it around your ring finger. "No, I was actually twelve years old when… well, when your dad gifted it to me. So young and he already wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. This one–" You held the hand with the ring at eye level. "–was never ever replaced since then. His is right here." You pulled the silver chain from underneath your t-shirt and revealed a similar ring just slightly bigger.

A shiver ran down Sam's back before asking in disbelief, "You kept it?"

"I did. And I know it seems like I went crazy or something while grieving, but I was young and devastated. I just lost the love of my life. Some grow distant and want to avoid anything that has to do with their lost loved one or being constantly reminded of them. Others, like me, have to hold onto every little fiber of them. I wore his clothes, put on his cologne… God, it was really a terrible way to cope."

Sam grimaced.

You smiled slightly. "What?"

"It's just strange hearing someone talk about him like he was…"

"Human?"

"He killed people, he was a murderer, and you… you loved him."

"Do you think it's easy to stop loving someone in mere seconds? Minutes, hours, days, weeks? You have that person who you would die for, who you would kill for. This person is your everything, and you can't imagine a life without them. So you plan it with that person: how you will graduate, how you will find a job, how you will leave both your parent's houses to move together, maybe move to a new town, how you will have children with them, how you will marry them, and how you will grow old with them. Billy was my person, the one I wanted all those boring, normal things with. And you have those normal things. You hold hands, cuddle, kiss, go on dates..." You stopped and took a breath. "Until the police show up at your door and tell you that the one who had murdered your friends was him all along. There's a sliver of hope that maybe... maybe you can visit him in prison so you can talk to him. But that won't happen because the police tell you right after that he had been killed by your best friend, Sidney Prescott, and that they have some questions for you."

You still remember how they interrogated you and asked you if you knew about Billy's doings, if they were signs that seemed suspicious, asked you about the places you had been when he and Stu killed another victim, and if there were people who could vouch for you. After two hours, they finally let you go, saying they would call you if they had any more questions. You asked if you could see him, his body. Since his mother left, his father was nowhere to be found and Billy had no other close relatives, so you were the next best option.

The moment you saw him lying there cold and pale on that metal table, your whole world crumbled. With slow shaky steps you had walked closer and closer to him. Almost relieved for something to hold on to, you supported yourself by grabbing the table. At that moment, you didn't care who could see you or who could hear you… you just cried. Your sobs and hysterical breathing had filled the room, your knees buckling and your knuckles turning white from how hard you had clutched the table.

"No. No, no, no."

You had started to hyperventilate. It got harder and harder to breathe. The walls seemed to grow closer.

And then everything went black.

When you woke up in a hospital bed, you were greeted by a nurse who tried to calm you down. She told you, according to the coroner, you had passed out after having a panic attack. Just to make sure that was the actual reason, they ran a few tests — nothing special, just the usual hospitals did when patients arrived unconscious. She had reassured you after you gave her a concerned look.

"Don't worry, honey. The results of the blood test didn't show anything worrying, but I can give you my congratulations. You are pregnant."

Pregnant.

With Billy's…

"You are three weeks along. The embryo is as tiny as a poppy seed, just a millimeter."

You had gaped at her, still in disbelief.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You were pregnant with Billy's baby.

Billy…

Tears had started to form in your eyes and the nurse got blurry. Again, there was this feeling in your chest that there was not enough air around you and it got harder to breathe.

"Hey, it's okay, sweetie. Since you're only eighteen, we called your parents. They should be here soon."

Your mom and dad had been more or less supportive. They had always loved Billy. There had been many get-togethers with his family — barbecues, picnics, movie nights. Your parents got along well. But when Billy was revealed as the Ghostface killer, yours had cut ties with the Loomis family and sheltered you from any contact with them.

What they couldn't shelter you from was Nancy Loomis' surprise visit three months later. Thanks to Gale's book — because she somehow managed to find out the reason for your visit to the hospital and because this heartbreaking twist would boost her sales — everyone knew you were pregnant, including Mrs. Loomis.

You were still stuck deep in your depression. You went from mourning him to calling everything into question — was it all a lie? Every touch, every kiss, every I-love-you, every time you made love and talked about the most intimate things — to mourning him again. You were a mess.

It was too much when Billy's mother was suddenly standing on your doorstep. You had slammed the door right into her face when you saw who was interrupting your crying fest, but through the door, she had convinced you to let her in so you could talk. Your hormones got the better of you and you opened the door. Her eyes flew instantly to your belly, but your baby bump wasn't visible through the white tee and the blue flannel.

"You have his clothes?"

"I have all his stuff. His clothes, his posters, his movies."

You had talked to Hank and begged him to have some of his things. He had stopped you mid-rant and said you could have everything you wanted; he didn't want it in his house. So you grabbed everything you could. When you saw the pictures displayed in his room — of you and of you and him — you turned into a crying mess and collapsed on his bed. His pillow still had smelled like him.

You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you remember was Mr. Loomis shaking you awake, looking into your bloodshot eyes and asking you if you were okay.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to-"

"(Y/N), I asked you if you're okay."

You had pressed your wobbly lips together and shook your head. He had engulfed you in his arms and tried his best to comfort you. After all, you were still you and despite every negative thought and feeling he held for his son and his deeds, you were not at fault. You were still the little girl from next door he had hoped to be his future daughter-in-law. You left that day with most of his stuff carefully packed up in the trunk of your car. You knew this wasn't healthy, morbid even — the girl who grabbed the belongings of her dead killer boyfriend to put everything in her room to have at least a hint of his presence, an imaginary possibility of him still being here with her. Now, there were even more pictures of your smiling faces on your shelf, your desk, the table next to your bed, and on your walls. Your closet was fuller with the addition of his t-shirts and his jackets. His movie collection was proudly placed next to yours on your shelf.

There was also a box under your bed. When you went through Billy's tiny walk-in closet you found a cavity hidden behind the wallpaper. Inside of it was a black costume, a Ghostface mask and a knife.

A bloody knife.

Whose blood was that?!

Before you could muster another thought you scrambled to the garbage can and emptied your stomach. When you were done you felt a wave of guilt wash over you.

What were you doing? How did you not notice any suspicious change?

Well, there was this one time after his mom left. He had been so distant and strange, and there had been a dark glint in his eyes when you had cornered him after a week of radio silence. The look he fixed you with gave you the heebie-jeebies. He came around a few days later and acted like nothing had happened between the two of you.

Going back to Mrs. Loomis' visit, you took your time warming up to her. Seeing her cry and listening to her begging you for forgiveness in Billy's stead. Under the influence of, again, your stupid pregnancy hormones you gave in and made her a cup of tea. You two talked for hours, mostly about her son and how much she regretted leaving him behind, then Mrs. Loomis wanted you to tell her everything about what happened after leaving and what happened that night in Stu Macher's house. When you ended your story with your pregnancy, she smiled.

"Even though he's gone, there is still a part of him with us. There is still something important I have to do, but after that, I will take care of you and the little one and support both of you in any way possible. I promise, sweetie."

As it turned out, the important thing she had to do was to kill Sidney. The target on your back you thought had disappeared returned with Gale Weather's second book. Again, you were harassed and threatened until you couldn't take it anymore and you moved away. It got harder each time since you were in the last stages of pregnancy. It hurt thinking about it, but you would never put your baby into a life like this. So you did what you thought was right.

Your sister was more than happy to take her in. Christina would inherit their family's home and would be able to raise your daughter — now your niece — safely.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you continued, "Back then, I was at the lowest point in my life and out of all people Sidney was the one who got me back on track. My mom and dad, your grandparents, must have asked her to come over to talk to me. I actually thought she would just turn around and walk away when she saw my room, considering it was crammed with Billy's stuff. He was in every corner of it, the man who killed her mother and almost killed her. She should be the one staying in bed, crying until she passed out. After all, she's the one who survived all that traumatic shit."

"Sidney visited you?"

You huffed. "Of course she did. I was her best friend. Randy and I were the only survivors out of our friend group. He and Sidney were the only ones who still treated me like a normal human being." You shrugged. "Anyways. Sidney was there for me. At first, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to see her. Inside, I knew she had no choice but to kill Billy, but I still held a grudge against her. I was afraid I would take all my anger and sadness out on her. But the second she put her arms around me, all negative thoughts disappeared, and I realized how much I needed my best friend at that moment. She got me out of bed, made me go to see a therapist, and kept reminding me of you, Sam." You looked at your daughter. "I couldn't allow myself to be selfish. I had to think of your well-being, too."

Sam nodded in understanding and then looked around the room. "I… I'll go check on Tara." It looked like she wanted to add something, but apparently, she couldn't find the right words.

You gave her a sanguine smile. "You do that. When this is all over, I promise you that we can talk about everything in peace and I will answer any question you might have. Only if you want, of course."

"I'd like that." Sam said before turning around to go looking for her sister.

You watched her until she disappeared from your sight and turned back to Billy's costume. It didn't even look that scary from your point of view — which might have been due to the lack of a mask — but almost 30 years ago, you had thought of it differently. You looked at the Ghostface costume on the right, your eyes slowly dragging down the black fabric until they reached the name tag.

Stu.

You looked up again, scrutinizing the whole look.

You remember the first and only time you were face-to-face with it. Your parents were on a once-in-a-blue-moon date in a nice restaurant, leaving you alone for a few hours. They only had been out of the house for 30 minutes when you got the infamous call. You skipped to the living room, letting your dinner heat up in the microwave, and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello."

"Yes?"

"Am I talking to (Y/N)?"

"Yeah. Who is this?"

"You could say a secret admirer."

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I have a boyfriend whom I love very much."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." You giggled, lazily playing with the phone cord.

"That's a shame, really. In that little dress, you look like a girl a guy would kill for."

The smile completely disappeared from your face as you turned to every window the living room possessed.

"What?"

It felt like someone had punched you in the gut, knocking all the air out of your lungs. You abruptly remember the things Sidney had told you about what happened that night when she was attacked — the smooth male voice, the things he said that gave her the chills, him in a black robe and a white ghost mask, trying to kill her.

Before you could think twice, you slammed the telephone handle on the hook.

"Okay, okay. Just relax. Just some weirdo trying to scare you. It doesn't necessarily have to be-"

You shrieked when the doorbell rang.

"Jesus." With a hand pressed against your chest, you walked to the door. "Who's there?"

No answer.

"Billy, is that you?"

There was no other possibility than him, considering you casually mentioned to him that your parents weren't home with a mischievous smirk on your lips. This time, he wouldn't have to sneak through your window. You were just opening the door, pondering whether you should tell him about the weird call or not, when you were met with a white ghost mask.

Screaming, you slammed the door shut and locked it. You could hear his body colliding with the door, kicking against it, trying to open it. You didn't even think about waiting for him to successfully gain access and ran up to your room. You locked the door of your room too before grabbing your cell phone and dialing Billy's number.

"Billy, please. Billy, please. Pick up, please."

You ran to the window that was facing Billy's. His room was completely dark.

You let out a whimper. "Come on, Billy, please. Please pick up." Tears streamed down your face. When you heard the door slam against the wall downstairs, you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a scream.

“(Y/N)?”

Relief washed over you. You swirled around, seeing Billy standing at his window with his phone pressed against his ear.

"Billy…" You tried to control your breath. "T-There is someone in the house… the killer. He is wearing the mask Sidney told us about. He is… He is…"

You watched your boyfriend disappear, presumably running out of his room to get to you.

"It's okay, baby. Is your door locked?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, good. Push your dresser in front of the door and hide in the closet. Stay there until I tell you it's safe. I'm coming, baby, you hear me?"

You heard him skipping down the stairs and listened to his reassuring words.

"I-I'm scared, Billy. I don't want t-to die."

"You won't, I promise you. Just do what I told you. Now!"

Nodding, you ran to your dresser and pushed against it with your whole body weight until it was in front of your door. Next, you ran to your closet, pulled open the door, closed it and crouched in a corner far back against the wall.

"I'm in the closet." You whispered and when you got no answer, you added, "Billy? Bill-"

You were interrupted by a loud "Hey!" and something that sounded like fighting noises. Whimpering, you fought with yourself — on the one hand, you wanted to disobey Billy's wishes and help him out of concern that the killer might hurt him; on the other hand, you wanted to do what he told you and stay hidden.

Meanwhile, Billy was seething as he grabbed his best friend by his collar and forcefully pushed him against the wall on the narrow floor leading to your room. He pulled down the mask and revealed Stu's jolly face.

"What the fuck did I tell you, huh? (Y/N) is off-limits!" Billy whisper-yelled, pulling Stu lightly to himself before slamming him hard against the wall, not releasing his grip.

Stu groaned. "I just wanted to scare her a little. I thought it would be funny."

If he weren't Billy's best friend and if they didn't have big plans ahead of themselves, Billy would have strangled him by now. He tried to channel his rage and took a deep breath before saying, "Listen, dipshit. She. Is. Off. Limits! Killing your ex? I'm in. Her new boy toy? No problem. But keep your fucking hands off of her, or I'll cut your fingers off one by one and push them down your throat, got it?"

Stu gulped and nodded, his big smile morphing into a smaller one. He wasn't scared of Billy, but Stu had to admit that there were some moments when his aggressions got worrisome.

"Now get out!" Billy hissed and let go of Stu. He waited a moment before knocking on your door.

"(Y/N), it's me. It's okay, he's gone."

There was shuffling behind the door and a minute later you ripped it open and flung yourself into his arms. Billy was shushing you, caressing your back while listening to you crying. "It's okay, I'm here." He kept saying.

When your breathing calmed down, he pulled away from you and placed his hands on both of your cheeks while looking deep into your eyes.

"You're stupid, you know that?" You mumbled, "Without thinking, you ran into a house with a killer in it."

"The only thing I could think at that moment was you."

You slightly shook your head with a small smile. "You're so cheesy."

Billy huffed a laugh before turning serious again. "Are you hurt?"

"No. I was fast enough to close the door, ran upstairs, locked my door, and hid in the closet just as you told me. There won't even be a bruise."

"Good." He nodded and kissed your forehead. "It won't happen again, I promise."

You, of course, had no idea what happened that evening outside of your room. You didn't know about the lengths he would go for you to keep you safe. You didn't know he would have killed for you. You didn't know that Billy's feelings and his love for you were genuine, something you truly questioned after the things Sidney had told you about that night. You didn't know that he felt scared when he realized that his plan was failing and he maybe wouldn't be able to see you again. You didn't know that you were his last thought before he was shot in the head.

[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: It was their last twenty-four hours in Columbia before the cast flew back to Los Angeles. If you thought they weren’t going to party, you would be terribly mistaken.

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of cheating, possessive!pedro, not edited, begging 0.0, suggestive make out sceneeee

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CHAPTER SIX — BAD INFLUENCE

“And that’s a fucking wrap!” Tom shouted, flute of champagne held up for a toast. The long dinner table erupted with applause and cheering. “I won’t bore you with a long speech, I know I already talk too much. So enjoy your dinner, and we will see you next year for season two!” Another round of applause as he joins in on the cheering before taking his seat.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Pedro grumbled in his seat, next to Naela of course.

“I know, right? I feel like I can finally relax and eat a full meal. I’m so nervous in between takes that I can’t eat,” she chuckles, wasting no time in digging in.

“Really? What makes you so nervous?” There was that tone again. She gave him a knowing smirk in between bites.

“Hm. Interesting.” He knew what she was trying to say. Pedro and Naela always seemed to be on the same page, which was proven true when they were asked if they wanted to continue the party after dinner at a nearby club.

“But we have to wake up so early tomorrow,” Naela droned, pouting at Joanna.

“Yeah, I don’t know about being hungover for a 7 hour flight,” Pedro added.

“Oh, come on, love birds! Let’s have some fun tonight!” Joanna shook Naela’s shoulders, forcing them to laugh. “We won’t get to see each other again until the season premier!”

“Blondie’s right, let’s go make bad decisions!” Boyd joined in, jokingly cheering at the last part. Pedro looked at Naela, smirking at her while he considered the idea.

“I’ll go if she goes,” he decided before taking the last drink from his glass. Naela rolled her eyes but failed to look annoyed with her cheeks flushed.

“Pleeease, Naela? I promise it’ll be so much fun!” Joanna clasped her hands together as she begged. Naela thought for a moment, clearly it was important to Joanna.

“Fine. But I’m leaving at midnight, sharp,” Naela tried to warn her, but Joanna was already jumping and cheering after the first word.

“Yay! That’s probably how late I wanted to stay out anyway.” Joanna beamed at her, making her chuckle and shake her head.

As soon as they passed the bouncer, Naela could feel the regret setting in. The music, the dancing, and the overall atmosphere just wasn’t her. She was more of a bar kind of girl. However, if you got a few drinks in her, she could definitely be a club girl.

A few drinks meaning two shots of tequila and a refajo; exactly what she’d had tonight. The group gathered around a small, circular, bar-height table with their drinks. Joanna and Naela were chatting on one side, and the boys on the other. With her barriers down, conversation was flowing without any effort. They were laughing, joking, telling stories, and it all felt natural. Things came to a crashing halt, however, when Joanna heard one of her favorite songs come on.

She gasped, “I love this song! Naela, you have to come dance with me!” She clapped giddily before taking Naela’s hands, robbing her of the opportunity to say no. Luckily, it was one of Naela’s guilty pleasure songs as well, ones that you hate to admit they make you dance every time.

They didn’t waste a second getting to the dance floor and swaying their hips together to the beat. The neon lights glided across their skin as they moved, making a beautiful scene for everyone to watch, and they did. They stood out against the crowd and Naela only realized it when the music changed and she finally paid attention to her surroundings. A few pairs of eyes were on them, but the only ones she cared about were the espresso orbs staring at her from across the dance floor. Before she could think, her feet were carrying her closer to him and Joanna was following close behind.

They weaved their way through the dance floor and eventually arrived back at the table. Her eyes were mostly locked with Pedro’s, but she couldn’t help but notice the new round of drinks waiting for them on the table.

“Aw, how’d you know?” Joanna mused as she took the shot glass in her hand.

“Just had a feeling.” Pedro answered, openly winking at Naela. She smirked and followed suit, taking the small-but-mighty tequila shot in her hand.

“Cheers.” She hoped her friends didn’t pick up on the suggestive tone meant for Pedro. If they did, they didn’t comment before bringing their glasses together, then tapping them on the table in ritual. Naela held her breath as she brought the glass up to her plump and glossed lips and downed the firey liquid in one go. She usually couldnt hide her disgust after the second shot and this time was no different. Luckily for her, Pedro found the way she scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue adorable. He shook off his own disgust before smiling down at her while she wasn’t looking.

“I think we should go dance with different people at the same time,” Joanna announced, looking pointedly at Boyd. He looked confused at first, but she nudged him and gestured towards Naela and Pedro on the other side of the table.

“What—“ Naela started before Boyd cut her off, agreeing with Joanna.

“Yeah, yeah I’m gonna go dance…” He trailed off as she dragged him away. Naela turned to Pedro, who was already looking at her, and couldn’t contain her laughter.

He shook his head, “What are we gonna do with them?”

She giggled, “I have no idea.” He sighed and glanced around the room, trying to swallow his anxiety.

“So what’s the first thing you’re doing when you get home?” Was the first question he could think of. The lights were flashing around, making focusing harder and just her presence was enough to make him sweat. She held back a wide smile by biting her lip, unable to contain her excitement.

“Firing my manager,” she answered confidently.

He instantly burst into laughter, letting his head fall back. “That’s fair, very fair.”

“What about you?” She asked, letting her body language naturally open up as she turned toward him. He smoothed his mustache for a moment, like he was deep in thought.

“Probably just gonna wait for you to call me,” he answered with a smug look on his face. She nudged him with her elbow, refusing to give in to the temptations she was feeling.

“I’m serious,” she added, looking up at him.

“So am I,” he chuckled. “Hope John won’t be too jealous.”

She scoffed, knowing he knew her boyfriends name, “It’s Josh. And he already is, if I’m honest.” The liquor was getting to the both of them and it was obvious in their conversation. His brow furrowed with interest.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” His tone again. It was like a siren’s call that pulled her further out to sea, and she was entirely fine with drowning in it.

“I only told him bits and pieces of a few scenes and he tried to convince me not to take the job. He damn near broke up with me when I told him about the other contract.” Her expression fell as she spoke, and Pedro swore he could feel a fire ignite in his chest. He was enraged by the fact that a man could treat a woman like her so poorly.

“Well you can tell John to step up or I’m next.” She didn’t bother to correct him. Her head was spinning, trying to find something witty and not awkward to say.

“Maybe I will,” with a cheeky smile and intentional eye contact was the best she could come up with. “I’m gonna go use the restroom. Could you get us another round?” she added to diffuse the tension. He nodded and watched as she gathered her purse and turned to walk away. Naela felt the urge to look over her shoulder, feeling a pair of eyes on her. Sure enough, glancing back at Pedro, she could clearly see his eyes glued below her waist. He looked up at her, wiping his thumb across his lip with a sultry look in his eyes. He didn’t even try to play it off, he wanted her and didn’t care if she knew.

The few minutes she had to herself in the bathroom Naela used relieve herself, but mostly to fix her hair and smudged lip gloss. She took several deep breaths before making her way across the sea of people in between her and where her friends were standing. Boyd and Joanna had joined Pedro back at the table, new drinks in their hands.

“How was sitting on the other side of the club for ten minutes?” Naela asked sarcastically as she sauntered up to the group.

“It was great actually, much better company,” Boyd added jokingly. Pedro wheezed as he laughed and nudged his shoulder.

An hour or so and a few more drinks later, Naela could feel everyone starting to slow down, whether it was from exhaustion or the liquor. Her own words were slurred and she found everything much more funny than it actually was. Additionally, she found herself standing much closer to Pedro than she should’ve been. By now, she leaned into him with his arm ghosting her back as they stood. Either no one cared or they were too drunk to notice.

Speaking of too drunk, while laughing at something Pedro said, she stumbled back into his chest.

“Wow, you’re really drunk,” he whispered teasingly in her ear, chuckling a bit as his hands lingered on the outside of her arms.

“Not even a little bit,” she mumbled, craning her neck to meet his gaze as she rested against him now.

“Let’s get you in bed, yeah?” She knew that wasn’t how he meant it but the ache she felt in between her legs thought otherwise. She nodded and couldn’t help but bite her lip as she looked up at him with suggestive eyes. He smirked down at her enticingly innocent expression, trying to silence the inappropriate thoughts circling his mind.

“I’ll call a taxi,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Are you guys coming?” She asked the rest of the group, her eyelids starting to droop and her words becoming more strung together by the second.

“No, I think we’ll finish our drinks first,” Joanne slurred as well, unable to hide her smirk. “You guys go ahead.”

“Okayyy, I’ll see you guys in the morning then.” Naela sloppily wrapped her arms around her friend, almost making the both of them topple over. They laughed it off before she broke away to hug Boyd as well.

“Don’t do anything stupid, yeah?” He joked, patting her back casually.

“So don’t do anything you would do, got it!” Naela resposed teasingly. He chuckled and nudged her away with his palm to her forehead. She retreated to Pedro, who was just getting off the phone.

As if it were a habit, he slinked his arm around her shoulder, whispering in her ear, “Vámonos, hermosa.” God, is Josh could see this…

Naela shooed the thought of her boyfriend away as Pedro held the door for her. The brisk air hitting her face didn’t sober her up one bit, but it felt nice. He joined her near the curb as they waited.

“So what are you actually doing first when you get home?” She asked curiously, smiling brightly at him. Her dimples made him want to cave right then and there.

“I’ll be sleeping for the first few days, trust me,” he laughed, “But once I’m awake I’m shaving this off.” He smoothed his facial hair down, a gesture Naela had grown to find extremely enticing. However, she gasped unexpectedly once she processed what he had said.

“No, please don’t get rid of it! It’s really grown on me,” she whined, inching closer to him and letting her palm rest on his chest.

“I’m pretty sure it’s literally grown on me,” he joked. Once again, even though it wouldn’t be that funny if she were sober, she let her head fall back with laughter, causing her to lose her footing and trip off of the curb and into the street. She would’ve been just fine, but Pedro instinctively grabbed her and pulled her back onto the side walk, coincidentally into his arms. With his heart practically beating out of his chest, tension hung in the air for what felt like many minutes as he searched her eyes for any sign of hesitancy. For once, Pedro knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to get it. No advice from management, no contract, or anything else for that matter could’ve kept him from kissing her in that moment.

Slowly, he brought their lips together for a gentle, yet meaningful kiss. It was so different from all the other times they’d kissed; it wasn’t rushed, expectant, or in front of an entire cast and crew. It was perfect, and she never wanted it to end as her arms found their way around his neck, pulling him in deeper. Their long-anticipated fantasy was over, however, when an impatient honker ripped them out of it. Naela had no idea how long the cab driver had been waiting behind them.

“Oh, shit…Lo siento, señor!” Pedro apologized to the driver before swinging the door open and allowing Naela in first. As they started driving, she instantly knew why the studio was so particular about them using their assigned drivers. She was regretting her last drink as the driver made sharp turns and lurched at every stop. She thought closing her eyes would help, but eventually she resorted to letting her head rest of Pedro’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He asked softly, looking down at her. She shook her head and groaned.

He chuckled, “Tell me if we need to stop. Not sure he’d be too happy if you threw up in here.” She only let out a deep breath in response.

“Frena, por favor. Ella está mareada,” He spoke up to the driver, who instantly accepted his request and drove carefully the rest of the way back.

“Veinte mil pesos, por favor.” The driver said coldly as he put the car in park and outstretched his hand. Pedro sighed and reached around to take out his wallet, giving him two crisp blue bills.

“Quédeselo.” He resposed simply as he pulled himself out of the back seat. Naela reached for her car door, but before she could step out, Pedro was opening her door and holding his hand out for her. She gladly accepted, regaining her footing much better than she had before the ride home. Once the cool air hit her skin again, she felt much better. They smiled at eachother after he closed the door, hardly having a chance before the cab sped off. Naela hardly noticed. She did notice, however, how right Joanna was about how he looked at her. Her cheeks were either hot from him or the drinks, and her stomach, she was sure turned into butterflies.

“You don’t need me to carry you, do you?” He asked teasingly.

She chuckled, “Hm, now that you mention it…” He knew exactly what her tone was implying. He sighed, and without a moment of hesitation, he bent down and wrapped his arms around her thighs and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed at the unexpected movement, desperately grasping onto his back for support.

“I wasn’t serious!” She giggled into his leather jacket as it pressed up against her chin. Once they reached her trailer, he slowly planted her feet on the ground, at which point Naela realized she had neither her shoes or her purse. She patted her side, swearing her bag was hanging off her shoulder moments ago.

“I got it, don’t worry,” He reassured her as he took her keys out of her purse, her shoes in his other hand. She couldn’t remember taking anything off, but she was grateful at least Pedro was keeping track of her mess.

“Oh, thanks,” she responded softly. After a few tries, he eventually opened the door to her trailer and ushered her inside.

“So this is where you’ll be staying for the next six months,” he joked, gesturing around the living space. Naela could hardly focus on what he was saying, though. Something about being taken care of made her want to take care of him. She slowly started inching toward him as he went on. “I hope you like spanish TV, because that’s all that plays—“

Before he could finish, she pressed her lips against his and tangled her fingers in his hair. Caught off guard, he found himself unable to back away, in fact his hands were slithering around her back and pulling her closer. But no matter how much he wanted this, or how long he’d waited, he didn’t want to be that person.

“Naela,” he managed to say in between feverish kisses. He was only met with more kisses. God, he wanted to give in so bad. But not only was she in a relationship, she was drunk. He planted both hands on either side of her face and retracted his own, looking her dead in the eyes.

“Naela, we can’t.” He shook his head, eye contact unbreaking so he knew she understood. Her face instantly dropped, and Pedro felt a pang in his chest. Why did she have to look at him like that?

“You don’t like me?” Her brow tipped upward, making her look utterly devastated. He instantly mirrored her expression, feeling horrible.

“No, no, it’s not that…” He shook his head and let his hands fall to her shoulders. He was no longer nervous to admit it, it’s what she needed to hear. “I really like you, Naela.” It didn’t seem to make her feel better, her eyes glued to the floor. He sighed and brought his hand back up to her cheek, this time brushing her hair behind her ear.

“You’re drunk, amor. And I want us to start off on the right foot. Nothing tieing us to other people…” He hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I don’t want there to be any question that we both want this.”

“There isn’t,” she retorted, her eyes unwavering. She slid her hand up his torso, gripping lightly onto his collar once she reached it.

“Please, Pedro…” She couldn’t bring him to her level, so she got on her tip toes to connect their lips once more. He grumbled into the kiss, begrudgingly reciprocating.

“You’re making this really hard for me, Naela.” He growled once their lips parted, still holding her frame close as their foreheads pressed together.

“I hope I’m making something else hard too,” she teased, biting her lip.

“You don’t get to know,” he argued, giving her one last firm peck before straightening his back once more. Their hands loosely intertwined at their sides as he smirked down at her.

“You’re a bad influence,” he chuckled, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

“I would say I’m more of a fun influencer.” Pedro instantly laughed at her nonsensical response.

“Okay, yeah, time for bed, Naela.” Before she could protest, he spun her around by her shoulder and began guiding her toward her bed.

The next thing Naela knew, the alarm on her phone was blaring next to her head as she untangled herself from the covers. She quickly scrambled to grab her phone and silence it. She looked at the time, four AM. The events of the night before instantly set in. Naela couldn’t tell if she wished she had more to drink that night so she wouldn’t have to remember embarrassing herself like that. On one hand, she totally would’ve thrown up on Pedro at some point, but was that really worse than what she had done? Naela didn’t think so.

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hello! I just found your blog via your recent titanic gifset with hozier lyrics and it truly is the most gorgeous thing I have seen on this site in recent times... so so amazing! could you talk about the fonts you used and a bit about the coloring/blending process? thanks so much and hope you have a wonderful week. - A

hello! this is such a sweet ask— thank you so much! i'm so thrilled to hear that you love my silly little titanic gifset 🤍

i spent,,,,,, way too much time on it as a way to try and distract myself from a) politics and b) the bomb cyclone. we live in a time.

anyway! it's probably the most labor-intensive set i've ever made: lots of frame by frame coloring, layer masks, etc., and honestly i would love to talk about it!

all of the gifs were challenging to some degree, but i'd be here for another two weeks if i went through the whole set, so i'm going to narrow the focus to just the second gif. info on how i made this guy below the cut!

i tried out probably six different scenes before i settled on the two that i used: rose wading through the corridor (top blend gif) and jack and rose embracing (base gif). i went with them because even though there's a lot of motion in each gif, they lined up more neatly than any of the other options— rose sort of wades through the embrace while staying pretty much centered in the gif

so, scenes selected! however, the color and lighting situation was... well. it was this:

dingy! dark! the hallway lights are a problem! me @ me girl what are you doing!

basic coloring/lightening on both gifs took me from here:

to here:

a good start, but i needed to drastically reduce the brightness behind rose in the base gif and manufacture some blue tones for the top gif to match general color scheme of the set. to that end, i turned each gif + coloring into a smart object, converted to frames, and sat down to do so much goddamn frame by frame coloring

for rose, i used a black color fill layer, normal, 65% opacity

for the embrace, i went with a custom blue gradient map, soft light, 100% opacity

once each gif was back in smart object form, i got to work fine tuning the color: amping up the blues, doing a little bit of lightening, making sure rose's hair really popped. after that, i did some final layer masking to make sure the blend was nice and soft

don't worry about how long the scroll bar is! everything is fine! yes there are multiple copies of both smart objects! it’s all good! <— actively lying.

the before vs. after is pretty great though:

on to text! i wanted to use a different (but complementary!) font for the large text on the gifs that didn't have orpheus/eurydice. i went with against— a little rounder, but still in the same vein as sunroll. the small text on all the gifs is tw cen mt std

to get the fancy color effect on the large text, i slapped a color overlay (bright blue, multiply, 61%) on a white text layer set to difference. to make sure the blue stayed blue, below that text layer, i duplicated the layer, cleared the layer style, and set the blend mode to color. as a final step, i went back to the top text layer with the color overlay and added a drop shadow (pale pink, normal, 29%)

the small text got the same color overlay + base color layer treatment, except the overlay (pale pink, linear burn, 100%) was different

there you have it! one (1) gif from the set that consumed two wholeass weeks of my life!

if you'd like more technical information on my personal giffing/coloring process, i have an absolutely massive tutorial that covers everything from start to finish. for blending, becca @nataliescatorccio (one of tumblr's undisputed giffing queens!) has a great tutorial that goes into more depth than i did here

all that said, blending/coloring/giffing in general really are just a matter of trial and error; practice and patience are your best friends

thank you again for the very sweet ask! i really had fun breaking down the work that went into the set 💕

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My little love

Chapter 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: fluff, canon level violence! Use of guns, blood, reader turns into full on mama bear

⚠️EXTRA TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ : children are murdered

A/N: love the first half of this chapter, cried on the other half. So I am so sorry about it! I’ve also been thinking of adding an older kid may 7 or 8, would that ruin the fic?

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Ch. 7

Everything was mama.

It had only been one day since the night at the fire pit. After your initial shock wore off and you looked around you noticed everyone had the same expression on their faces. Pure happiness bounced from person to person. Steve immediately took Charlotte and tried to get her to say his name but she wouldn’t budge. While everyone was busy trying to get Lottie to say something else Clint walked up to you. There was that little glimmer in his eyes, he understood what you were feeling.

“Come here kid.” He opened his arms and hugged you. “You deserve to be her first word. You were her first safe person, never forget that you hear me.” He said with a smile once he pulled back.

“Is it always this overwhelming?”

“Yup, no matter how many kids you have their first everything will always be full of emotions. Just remember these moments when things get tough and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks Clint.” He hugged you again.

Now you were finishing up your exercise routine while Bucky laid flat on his back on the sparring mats. He lets out an uff when Lottie throws herself over him. Her little arms extend to her side as she looks up at her dad. Bucky knows what she wants and quickly grabs her by her waist and lifts her up as he moves her around and makes airplane noises. Lottie kicks, giggles and blows raspberries as she tries to imitate what Bucky was doing. He brings her down and kisses her cheek causing more giggles to spill from her lips.

“Can you say dada?” Bucky asked her for the millionth time that morning.

“Mama.”

“Can you say dada once doll?”

You stood back as you watched the scene unfold, a smile playing on your lips. Lottie looked at her father straight in the eyes and then shook her head ‘no’.

“Mama.” And then she had the nerve to giggle.

“Say dada.” Bucky said in a growl, it was the voice he used when he read to her and there was a big burly character. Lottie squealed and wiggled trying to get out of his grasp but her belly laughs left her weak.

“Mama. Mama.”

This time she called out to you and you were more than willing to join the fun.

“Oh no my sweet Angel, do you need help?”

Ever the dramatic, just like her father, Lottie reaches her hands out so that you would take her. “Mama.” She said through a giggle caused by Bucky blowing raspberries on her belly. Before you’re able to grab her Bucky has pulled you down to the floor. Lottie is laying on his chest while he wraps an arm around you.

“Hi.” You say when you look at Bucky.

“Hi.”

He leans closer and kisses you. Lottie made her way to sit in between you, effectively causing you and Bucky to pull back. She leans forward and kisses your cheek with a very loud ‘muah’ for effect. You chuckle as she turns and kisses Bucky too.

“Steve, Sam, Nat and Clint are going out to a bar tonight and they asked if we wanted to go. What do you think?”

You looked back up at Bucky. This would be the second time you would be away from Lottie and you weren’t sure you liked the idea even though you had a mission coming up.

“Who would look after Lottie?”

“Wanda said she would. She’s not in the mood to go out tonight.” Bucky gave you a hopeful look.

“Ok, it’ll be fun. I’m gonna go figure out what I’m gonna wear.” You say as you stand up and head for the door. “Sweet Angel, are you staying with dada or coming with mama?”

“Mama.” Lottie stood up and walked toward you without a second glance at Bucky.

“Wow it’s like I’m nothing to her.”

You laugh as you head for the door. “See you later, handsome.”

You opted for a more comfortable style for the night out. Bucky had mentioned the weather was great for a ride on his bike. You took out your leather jacket, which he had gifted you, a simple t-shirt and jeans along with some boots. For your hair and makeup you did something simple and by 8:00 you were ready to head out.

“Ok Wanda if you need anything please call us.”

“Ok but don’t worry we’ll be just fine.” Wanda said while bouncing Lottie on her lap.

“Mama.”

“Bye my sweet Angel, I’ll see you later.” You kiss her forehead and then Wanda’s causing her to chuckle. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Don’t worry about it. Have a good time, Lottie and I are having our own girls night.”

You wave as you say a final goodbye, receiving a wave back from Lottie. When you open the door you’re met with Bucky who's also wearing his leather jacket. He leans in and kisses you sweetly before you head down to the garage.

Once you’re out of the elevator you hear Steve’s bike kicking on.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Hey guys, ready to go?”

You nod as Bucky gets on his bike and you sit behind him. This isn’t new to you, there have been multiple occasions in which you rode on the back of Bucky’s motorcycle. This time it’s different though because you don’t have to hide the rush you feel by holding on to him so tightly.

“Nat, Sam and Clint took a car just in case anyone drinks too much.”

“Awesome. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Steve heads out first and Bucky follows. The bar the team likes to frequent isn’t that far but they respect your privacy which you all love. They also have a few dart boards and pool tables. It became the second favorite team hang out after you stumbled upon it.

Sam and Clint immediately go to one of the dartboards, even though everyone knows Clint never misses. Nat and Steve order the first round while you and Bucky head to one of the pool tables.

“Ladies first.” Bucky gestures to the table after setting everything up.

“Are you ready to have your ass handed to you Barnes?”

“Oh ok, I thought this was going to be a fun and relaxing night out. I forget how competitive you get.”

You smile and wink at him before taking your first shot. Bucky moves around the table, lines up his own shot and hits his target flawlessly. Both of you start walking around the pool table taking turns and just chatting.

“That is not fair.” You complain after his third back to back shot. Bucky laughs as he stands next to you.

“Oh come on, it’s not like I can help it.” He smiles when he sees your scowl. “I’m just using the skills I have. If the balls were made of metal I know you would use your ability.”

You gasp as you place a hand over your heart.

“I would never cheat like that. And the fact that you think so is very insulting.”

You pout while glaring at him. Bucky just chuckles and wraps an arm around your waist. He pulls you in and kisses the pout away before you keep playing.

“They’re so cute together, it makes me want to throw up.” Nat says with a hint of a smile as she places some of the drinks down on a nearby table. Steve laughs as he sets the others down.

“I’m just happy they stopped ignoring their feelings. Those longing stares were driving me crazy.”

“Yeah, I'd rather deal with that.” Nat adds as both her and Steve watch Bucky lean down and kiss you again. “Hey, love birds, I play against the winner.”

You’re there for a few hours. Drinking and joking and taking turns trying to beat Clint at darts. He’s still undefeated.

You open the door to your apartment while trying to stifle a giggle. Bucky was right behind you to make sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself. You weren’t drunk, just tipsy but still he wanted to make sure you got into bed ok.

“Hey, guys.” You say as you walk into the living room to find Wanda, Vision and Lottie. “What are you doing awake sweet Angel?”

“I’m sorry she just didn’t want to go to sleep.”

“Don’t worry about it Wanda.” You waved your hand dismissively. “Was everything ok?”

“Yes, Charlotte is truly a delight.”

You smile at Vision who was currently holding Lottie. She was very interested in the shining stone on his forehead.

“Doll, did you have fun with auntie Wanda and uncle Vision?” Bucky asked from beside you once Lottie decided to turn and look at you.

“Mama.”

Her face lit up when she saw both of you. Lottie immediately reaches out and starts making grabby hands. Bucky picks her up and Lottie wraps her arms around his neck the best way she could.

“I missed you sweet Angel.” You say as you lean in to kiss her cheek.

Bucky thanks Wanda and Vision as they get up to leave. Once it’s just the three of you Bucky ushers you into your room and then sits Lottie on your bed.

“Go get changed and I��ll get her to sleep. And then I’ll head to bed.” He says.

“No, stay with us. We can cuddle with Lottie. Please.”

Bucky smirks at your request.

“Ok, but you still have to get ready for bed. Now go.” He smacks your butt lightly.

When you walk out of the bathroom Bucky and Lottie are already comfortably in bed. Lottie is obviously fighting sleep. She gives you a tired smile as you walk closer. There is a glass of water and painkillers on your nightstand which you take before getting comfortable in bed.

“Mama.” Lottie says as she lays her head on your chest.

“Hi my sweet Angel. Hi handsome.”

“Hi sugar, did you have fun tonight?”

“Yes,” you whisper as you rubbed Lottie’s back in the hopes of getting her to sleep. “I’m glad we went. I like spending time with you, even if you cheat while playing pool.”

Bucky chuckles, his nose scrunching in that way you find adorable. “I didn’t cheat, I’m just a good shot.”

Lottie’s head shoots up from its place on your chest. Her eyes are droopy and she smacks her lips a few times before she babbles and moves to get comfortable. She settles right between you and Bucky and her eyes finally close. You turn to lay on your side as you admire both her and her father. They had both certainly changed your life and for the better. There was no doubt in your mind or heart that you loved them. Your eyes drift from Lottie to Bucky who was also admiring his daughter. His eyes shift to you and they’re filled with awe and happiness.

“You’re everything to me.” Bucky whispered. His hand finds yours and he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“You’re everything to me too. I don’t know what I’d do without you, or Lottie.”

Bucky presses a kiss to your knuckles.

“Goodnight, sugar.”

“Goodnight, handsome.” You sigh happily as you finally drift off to sleep.

You woke up first. Your alarm had been set up just high enough for you to hear and you shut it off quickly so as to not disturb the sleeping Barnes’. They were both in the same position, on their backs with their head tilted to the right, a hand over their midsection and their lips slightly parted. You took a picture and slipped out of bed quietly.

Today you had a briefing for the first mission you’d be going on. It was meant to be a recovery mission so only you, Bruce and Tony were going. It should only take a few hours but you were nervous all the same. Last time you left on a mission you almost didn’t make it back. You shake away the thought and head to the kitchen to make coffee before leaving to the conference room.

Bruce and Tony explained everything they had found after the raid on the bigger hydra detention center. This place was supposed to be an extension of that. It’s where the true experiments were created and tried. So you had to go to find what other things hydra had been working on. You leave in two hours so you head out quickly to find Bucky and Lottie in hopes of spending time with them before you have to leave.

Quick little squeaks get closer to you and when you turn the corner you find Bucky following Lottie. She was wearing light up sneakers. When she saw you she moved faster causing the lights and squeaks to go just as fast.

“Mama.” She wrapped her arms around your leg and looked up at you.

“Hi my sweet Angel. Were you running away from dada?” She only giggles in response.

“When do you leave?”

“Two hours, so I have one to spend with my favorite people.” You before kissing him.

“I missed you this morning.”

“I missed being there this morning. Were you going somewhere specific?”

“No, I was letting her lead the way. Seems like she was looking for you.”

You scoop Lottie up in your arms and kiss her cheek. “Should we go for a walk?”

“It is nice out.”

The three of you head in the direction of the nearest elevator, Lottie’s shoes lighting up the way. In the elevator she stomps her feet and giggles as the light bounces off the walls. Bucky takes your hand as you head outside. Lottie pushes the door open which reminds you how strong she actually is. And you remember the mission you’ll be heading off too. You can’t help but wonder if this is where she had been born and where the horrible things they did to her took place. While deep in thought you hadn’t realized bucky took out his phone and was recording sweet Angel running around. She stood in front of you with her hand stretched out.

“Mama.” She cooed as she held a tiny flower in her fist.

“Aw sweet Angel, is this for me?” You took it and placed it behind your ear.

Lottie’s mouth goes into an ‘o’ shape at the amazing thing you had just done. You laugh as you watch her run away and come back with another flower, this time for Bucky.

“Dada.” She said as she offered him the flower.

Bucky almost dropped his phone. You were quick to take it from him so that you could record the interaction. Bucky picked her up and kissed her forehead before cradling her against his chest. You could see the tears starting to form in his eyes and he took a deep breath to try and control it.

“Dada pay?” Lottie asked as she wiggled away from Bucky’s chest.

“Pay? Lottie do you want to play with dada?”

“Pay.” She points towards the jungle gym at the opposite side of the field you were standing in.

“We’ll do whatever you want, doll.”

“I have to get ready for the mission, see you in the hangar?” You ask.

“Of course.” Bucky leans down and kisses you as you place his phone in his back pocket. You stay there watching them walk along the field before heading back and suiting up.

Tony and Bruce were the first to get to the hangar. You walked in and Clint followed shortly after.

“What are you doing here?”

“Stark asked me to join, just in case you needed extra help without having to rely on Hulk.”

“Oh, ok.”

The door opens again and when you turn you see Bucky with a slightly tired Lottie in his arms. You meet them halfway and quickly wrap your arms around them both.

“I know it’s only a few hours but I’m going to miss you so much.”

“We’ll miss you too but we’ll be right here when you get back tonight. Right doll?” Bucky turned his attention to his daughter.

“Yeah mama.”

“You’re saying more words my sweet Angel. I'm so proud of you.” You kiss her cheek. “Will you be saying more words when I get back?”

“Yeah mama.”

You both laugh. Bucky leans in and kisses you.

“Please be safe.” He mutters against your lips.

“I will.”

You give him another kiss and then Lottie before you head to the jet. As you turn to wave goodbye you see Bucky telling Lottie something.

“Bye mama.” She practically yells as her little hands waves.

“Bye sweet Angel.” You yell back and wave.

You sit down next to Clint. “I don’t know how you do this.”

Clint looks down at you with a smile. “I do it to keep them safe. If I’m not out there keeping the monsters at bay who will?”

You nod as you think about his answer. “You’re absolutely right.”

“I know.”

You roll your eyes and laugh.

Tony scans the building as the jet lands. He confirms his suspicions of the building being abandoned. Three floors he had said. Just as a precaution you, Clint and Tony walk through the building to make sure you aren’t surprised by anyone.

“Something feels off with this place.” You say as you clear the last floor and holster your gun. “I think we’re missing something, isn’t this supposed to be a testing facility. Where do they do the testing?”

All you had found were a few small medical rooms and offices. Tony called Bruce in and he began to look through files while Tony handled the computers.

“Let’s go check out the other floors again. Maybe there’s something of value there.” Clint offers.

“You take the second floor, I’ll take the first.”

You headed down the stairs leaving Tony and Bruce on the third floor and Clint on the second. It was a slow process but you were determined to find any information they might have had on Lottie. There was this feeling you couldn’t shake like you were missing something. Whatever it was you knew deep down that it was important.

As you move into one of the offices furthest away from the main entrance you hear a high pitched whistling sound, almost like a tea kettle when it's ready. You look around, your hands hovering over the walls when you feel the draft.

“Please be a secret door.” You murmur to yourself. Feeling around the wall you push and a small section gives way. You put your hand to your comms. “Found a secret passageway. I’m heading down.”

“Wait, I'll be right there.” Clint answers. “This didn’t show up on the scans someone might be hiding.”

“It’s fine, Hawk. Just come down, I'll leave it open for you.”

You pull your gun out and begin to clear room by room. Most of them were small offices but as you get further in you see two larger spaces across from each other. One looked like a surgical theater. There was a set of stairs in the corner that led to a balcony that overlooked a surgery table. This room looked familiar, once you moved around a bit you realized this is where Lottie had been born. As you stand in the room you realize that the equipment that’s in the rooms is more advanced than the equipment in the video.

With nothing else to look at you head into the other room. Your gun still drawn, you turn quickly and search any areas where someone might try to hide but you find nothing. What you do find instead are four small cryogenic chambers. Three of them have a small bullet size hole in the small viewing window. Your heart immediately starts beating uncontrollably. Once you look inside the first one you gasp.

The sound of a gun going off rang behind you. The bullet hung in the air as you turned around with your own gun raised and ready to fire. The bullet that would have hit you right between your eyes had you not stopped it fell to the floor and in front of you stood an older man. You hadn’t seen him when you first walked in but you noticed another door right behind him. He looked familiar too, you just couldn’t place him.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise? I thought I would be getting the soldat, but instead I got his honey.” He has a slight accent. It takes you a moment to place him but your eyes widen just a fraction and he notices. “Ah, good now you know who I am. Tell me how is my little project? Has she gained all her strength back already?”

“I’m not telling you shit. Was that your plan with these three too? Raise them up to be soldiers for you?”

“Of course, what else would I want them for? The littlest one was first if she died, who cares?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Genetically speaking these three were stronger. But look at what you’ve made me do. I had to get rid of them since you had to come snooping around.” He uses his gun to point at them.

You lower your gun at the realization. “They were alive today?”

“Of course they were. But I didn’t want you to get your hands on them. You already have one of your soldat’s precious children, I couldn’t allow you to have these as well.” You could see the anger in his eyes at the thought of losing more assets. “I do have to thank you though. You saved our last asset, we’ll be sure to take care of her once she’s back with her rightful owners.” He points the gun at you again and emptied the clip.

All of the bullets stay in the air between you both.

“You think I’m going to let you go near her?” The metal bracers that were part of your suit melt down and move to your hands. The metal covers your hands like gloves.

He laughs as your face goes from horror and concern to unreadable. The fire in your eyes is unmistakable though.

“Don’t tell me you care for her?” His laugh echoes in the room, taunting you. “Don’t worry she’ll be well looked after, and she’ll go on to do great things in the name of hydra.”

You moved quickly. The only thought running in your mind was not letting this animal even think about getting his hands on Lottie. A metal fist connects with his jaw and he falls to the floor. But that’s not enough. You think of how scared Lottie had been when she woke up. The terror in her eyes whenever she was near a lab or anyone wearing scrubs. How you thought you lost her when she stopped breathing because of her vision. You thought of the three innocent children he had just murdered. Your fist connected with his face every single time. He groaned in pain and blood seeped through broken skin. He tried to grab your hands or your suit but he was already too weak. It was obvious he had multiple broken bones but that wasn’t enough for you. He had inflicted pain on your little girl and you wanted him to feel the same.

You only stopped when Clint had reached you and pulled you back. Tony and Bruce were right behind him. You kicked and pulled trying to finish what you started.

“Let me go Barton. I will end him.” You were determined to not let that monster live another day especially if he threatened the safety and well-being of your daughter.

“He’s unconscious already.” Bruce tried to reassure.

“I want him dead.” You said as you pulled away from Clint and moved toward the chambers. “They were alive just before we arrived.” You muttered as you held back tears.

The three men moved toward the chambers and peered inside to find three small children no bigger than Lottie and they cursed under their breaths. They all had a single gunshot wound. You couldn’t deny how much they looked like her and it only made the anger you had boil over. They could have been saved, taken away from this life of misery. You and Bucky would have loved them unconditionally.

“Test subject 6369-65, test subject 7257-71, test subject 8254-78 and test subject 9268-88.” Bruce read off the information on the side of each chamber and moved to the filing cabinet. He quickly found the files pertaining to each child and held one out to you. “This one belongs to her.”

You grabbed it and opened it immediately. Scanning through the large amounts of papers of the things they’d put her through. While you did that Clint left to check out where the doctor had appeared from.

“We can’t leave them here. They deserve better.”

“We won’t. I’ll make sure they’re well taken care of.” Tony said as he pulled you in for a hug. It was obvious how much this had affected you.

“It’s just a small room with supplies. The whole place is cleared.”

“Then we should get going. We have everything we came for.”

The flight back was tense. Bruce worked to keep your unexpected guess alive and all you wanted to do was make sure he would need a feeding tube for the rest of his life. You knew it’s not that he wanted to, Bruce was the most hesitant to be around Lottie but even he grew fond of her. The only reason he was brought back was because he obviously had more information.

Once the jet touched down you were the first one at the ramp. You heard her before you saw her and your chest tightened. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and looking through one of the windows you saw that Steve and Bucky were both there. You called Steve. He pulled his phone out and frowned.

“Hey, is everything ok?”

“Yes and no, can you tell Bucky to take her inside.” You whispered, unsure if your unwanted guest was awake.

“Yeah, ok.”

You watched as Steve turned to Bucky. His eyes shifted from Steve to the jet before he nodded and walked away. As soon as Bucky left you practically ran out of the jet. Your body collided with Steve’s and you wrapped your arms around him. Steve was confused and he looked up as Tony and Bruce moved your prisoner on a stretcher, a small medical team moved to help. Clint was last but he stayed by the jet’s ramp, a solemn expresión on everyone’s face.

You were mentally and emotionally exhausted by the time you made it to the apartment. There was still blood on your face and suit from when you beat that good for nothing doctor within an inch of his life. You were met with a very worried Bucky in your living room. He was pacing back and forth, only stopping when he saw you walk in.

“Are you hurt?” He immediately took your face in his hands, gently tilting your head to try and find the source for the blood.

“It’s not mine. I’m gonna go shower ok?”

“Do you need anything?” Worry laced his question.

“Just you and our daughter.”

Bucky was sitting against the headboard in your bed. Lottie was standing next to him. She was bouncing while holding on to him, giggling every time she fell. You slid into bed, the shift on your side gets her attention.

“Mama.” Lottie says gleefully. You open your arms as she crawls into your lap.

You kiss her forehead while the thoughts of what you’d found earlier keep running through your mind. Lottie reaches up and gives you a of her own. The simple act of affection from her makes tears swell up in your eyes. As much as you try to blink them back you can’t. Your chest tightens at the overwhelming emotions. If that weren’t enough both Bucky and Lottie try to wipe away your tears.

“What happened on that mission, sugar?”

“It was where she was born.” You smooth out Lottie’s hair. “We brought someone back. I almost killed him, I wanted to. Does that make me a bad person?”

Bucky shifts closer and wraps his arm around you and Lottie. “No it doesn’t. But you never want to hurt someone like that. So what happened? Did he touch you?” The question made bile rise in Bucky’s throat.

“No, he tried to shoot me tho. But no, it's worse. I didn’t recognize him at first but it’s because he’s older now.” You take a deep breath. “You remember the video of when Lottie was born?”

“Yeah, where that doctor fractured her arm.”

“He’s the doctor in the video.” You whispered.

Bucky tensed next to you and you grabbed his hand before he was able to move away from you.

“Don’t, please. I don’t want to be alone right now and he’s practically dead anyway.”

Bucky took a deep breath to try and calm down. He pulled you and Lottie into his lap. The warmth he provided and being held safely in his arms provided the comfort you needed.

You knew the next day would be just as emotionally exhausting. The thought of having to tell him about the other three children you found was heartbreaking. For now you let sleep take over while you held your little girl in your arms. The one place you knew she would be safest.

Ch. 9

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[pastriibunz]

me and @local-soda-can are gonna start outlining Nerdy Prudes Must Die Kai soon and here are a few ideas I had for that

can you guys tell i love inserting Kai’s name into the titles???

Kai comes in before/after/during literal monster holding a map of the school (the police or something forcibly enrolled her and now she has to go to school) and she’s just completely confused and lost

Max does the whole “this is my hallway!!” thing and Kai’s like “fun fact I literally do not care” and he pisses her off so much she kicks him in the balls- she meets the rest of the prudes while on the run from various teachers who’re trying to expel her or something

Kai was in the Waylon Place night of the prank to try and relax and get away from the chaos of Hatchetfield. There isn’t a sign of anyone breaking in bc Kai knows how to pick locks. Kai hangs out there a lot.

She walks in on them looking at Max’s (almost) dead body and is like “woah you guys killed that guy!!! ö haha I’m gonna go call the cops on yall I’m OUT!!!”

…Grace then blackmails her into helping bury/hide the body because she threatens to pin everything on Kai (bc Kai breaks in and shit)

Theres this scene with max and kai im making into a comic that has something to do with snickers and it needs to be real because it’s silly and also it makes way for this idea:

Kai hangs out with Max’s ghost a lot and she vents to him about how much she hates the prudes, how she wants to get back to Unington, and other shit

They like sending videos to the prudes group chat (that Kai was forcibly added into) that make it seem like Max is about to kill Kai and she always texts the dumbest shit after like “phew!!! made it out okay!!! gee, let’s hope that doesn’t happen again!”

They laugh their asses off about it

Kai has no friends during the run of NPMD

she hates the prudes for getting her involved in a manslaughter/murder,

she has no clue if max is her friend or if he’s only keeping her around for the snickers bars,

And everyone else is too in love with afraid of her to even get near her

It kinda hurts but she’s learning to deal with it

KAI RIZZ KAI RIZZ KAI RIZZ

that shit is STRONG guys

she got that Wattpad MC rizz

she does not want it-

she is either oblivious to it or painfully aware

no in between

She’s been bunking with Paul

They met on the street and they talked for a bit and Kai was like “yeah my hotels about to kick me out lol” and he was like “oh you can stay with me”

He doesn’t know why he said that, maybe it was just meant to be.

Anyways Kai agreed and Paul is the biggest dad ever

He asks her how school was and he cooks dinner for them and they snuggle on the couch and have movie nights

They have to share a bedroom but he got her dividers and turned the bottom of the closet into a hangout nook for Kai so it’s like she has her own little room

everyone keeps dragging Kai everywhere by the wrist- she does NOT wanna be there-

Kai keeps talking to the audience in front of everyone and she interacts with the audience a lot

For example, she crumples up and tosses her map to someone in the audience and finger guns and winks at them afterwards

She gets like a gazillion love notes a day-

she gets so angry she just eats them-

nobody knows why and they’re just like:

“Aw she’s silly :]”

“I LITERALLY HATE ALL OF YOU”

“I’m soooo in love with her :3”

“IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU”

in the words of my pal:

“she’s so perfect :3333

(she is going to go feral-)”

All of Kai’s classes have at least one prude in them

Kai kinda wishes she had friends and tries to talk to people, but she’s so autistic, socially awkward, and anxious she either ends up shutting down, staying quiet, or insulting them

Kai goes to the sports games purely for the food and hides in the bathroom the entire time (the crowds and lights overstimulate her)

Kai hangs out at beanie’s a lot

She’s still Emma’s favorite customer.

She accidentally calls her Mom a lot.

Emma loves it every time.

It often goes uncorrected.

If Kai is alive for homecoming, she’s going there WAY overdressed-

she’s been homeschooled the majority of her life and has never been to a school dance-

she’s only been to like high class galas/parties so she thinks it’s like that

spoiler alert it is NOT

Kai is aware she’s in a musical

she really doesn’t wanna be in one but she knows

sometimes you can see her groovin uncomfortably to the music in the background

That’s all! Idk if I’m gonna script this one out as, like I’ve said before: TKWDLM has a special place in my heart and I’m not ready to move on

plus I’m still super hyperfixated on TKWDLM-

oki that’s all for now bye bye :3

[farfromrealitypls]

I care

Summary: You made a risky choice helping Rafe, but it felt so right and turning out… it was.

(This story is inspired by that one scene in obx, were the pouges tried getting JJ’s boat for John B)

Warning: Angst, violence, language, blood

A/n: Hello!!! Yeah I have a thing for mean Rafe with a soft spot for y/n… and for y/n to be the one “fixing Rafe” enjoy <3 Also, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

The whole situation was so chaotic, you could barely comprehend what was happening.

Barry was long gone, leaving only Rafe.

You exchanged panicked looks with Kiara before looking around and seeing Pope still beating the shit out of Rafe.

“Pope stop! You’re gonna kill him!” you yelled and grabbed Popes arm.

“He almost killed me! Remember?” He snapped back, still having that insane look in his eyes, hitting Rafes face over and over again. He let him fall to floor and grabbed the metal bar, wrapping it around his neck and started to choke him.

“Pope enough!” Kiaras voice echoed through the hall.

“Pope!” JJ added from a far.

You could see Rafes body slowly going numb and his face turning lightly blue.

“He didn’t tho! Get off him!” You grabbed Pope from behind and tried to pull him off with all your strength.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you defending him?” He finally let go of Rafe and the tall man fell to the floor, panting for air and blood smeared all over him.

You dropped on your knees next to him, tearing up at that sight.

Of course Pope didn’t deserve it, but neither does Rafe…

“Pope look at him! He’s had enough!” Your voice cracked as you yelled up at Pope.

“Are you serious? Did you forget what he put us through?” He yelled back tilting his head and squinting his eyes in disbelief at your words.

JJ and Kiara stood there, watching the scenario from a far, not really knowing what to do.

“I know! I know! But we’re not better if we do the same thing to him!“ you shook your head and the first tears started rolling down your rosy cheeks.

„I- Y/n what the fuck! Who’s side are you on?“

You ignored his question and just looked at Rafe through your teary eyes.

„Breath, breath Rafe“ you whispered in a soft voice.

„He jumped me with a golf club y/n!“ Pope screamed at you louder this time.

You snapped your head back up at him.

„And who fixed you up Pope? Huh? Who was there? Taking care of you? Us! 4 fucking people! JJ, Kiara, John b and me. And who’s gonna make sure he’s ok when you fuck him up? Nobody. His dad is probably gonna beat the shit out of him some more when he comes home like this.“

„He should!“ He shouted, slightly bending down, making sure Rafe heard it too.

You scoffed and shifted your gaze to JJ and Kiara, still standing by the door, unsure of what to think about all this.

„Let’s go y/n. He‘ll be ok, come on“ Kiara tried to convince you with a soft voice, waving you over.

„No you guys should leave. Hate me forever i don’t care“ you sniffled, turning your attention back to Rafe.

“You’re insane.” were Popes last words to you before he stormed off.

JJ looked at you once more before following Pope, Kiara hesitated a little longer, giving you a little smile before she left too. Leaving you with Rafe.

You sat there sobbing on your knees, watching Rafe still panting for air, with blood all over him.

“Shh. Its- Its ok” the sobs making it hard for you to form that sentence. You gently ran your hand over his chest, wiping your tears away with your other hand.

You couldn’t make out the reason that made you stay, but you knew seeing him like this made your heart ache.

Suddenly he reached for your hand and just held it, pressed against his chest.

His breathing started to calm down and he made eye contact with you, there was something sparkling in his eyes and you couldn’t figure out what it was.

You just gave him a warm smile.

He took one last deep breath and slowly tried to sit his aching body up, letting go of your hand.

“Careful” you said softly, putting your small hand on his back to help him sit up.

He let his head drop, not saying a word.

“Can I see?” You gently took a hold of his jaw, lifting his head to look at the wounds on his face. You leaned in closer to get a better look and Rafe just stared at you, scanning your face. When you noticed and your eyes met his, you pulled away. You gulped.

“Does it hurt a lot?” You asked quietly, feeling stupid after for asking that. Of course it hurt.

“No it’s fine.” His voice was low and raspy.

He slowly got up and his face contorted in pain. You got up with him attempting to get a hold of his arm to steady him, but he pulled away.

Slightly hurt by his rejection you took a step back.

“I don’t think you should be up, you probably have a concu-“

“I said I’m fine. Ok?” he snapped back.

You gulped and his behaviour hurt you, he realised you stayed for him. Right? Why was he acting so cold now?

“So what do you want in return for helping me? Money?” He said annoyed while rubbing his head.

You were taken aback by that question.

“A “thank you” will do” you shrug your shoulders and shook your head.

He scoffed.

“Yeah thanks. Not like I needed it”

He turned his back to you and made his way towards the door, you hesitated but followed. Was he serious?

“You should go home and let someone take care of your cuts” you mentioned while catching up to him.

“My dad kicked me out. I can’t go home.” He said dry while still walking away from you.

“Do you at least wanna call him?” You suggested innocently.

“He doesn’t care ok?” He stopped and turned around to yell at you.

You flinched at his sudden outburst.

You could see the pain in his eyes, but it wasn’t from the cuts, it was something way deeper.

“No one does.” He added before walking out the door.

“But-“

“Go home y/n” he didn’t even look at you.

You were still following him outside.

“Rafe-“

“Just leave! I’ll venmo you cash for your “hero act” alright?” He sat down at the dock that was right in front of the building. He rested his hands in his palms, not glancing at you once.

You stood there trying to blink away the tears that were forming in your eyes. You just risked losing one of your best friends for him and he acted like this. Now you felt stupid for caring, for staying with him and for trying to be nice to him.

“Fine” you said quietly and left.

You walked off and couldn’t stop yourself from crying. „What did you think? Why did I even try? He is RAFE“ you mumbled to yourself. „Gosh“ you stopped in your tracks, pressing your palms onto your eyes and took a deep breath. One last sob escaped your body before your breathing finally stabilised. You let your hands drop again and just stood there for a while. You didn’t walk off that far yet and suddenly you had the urge to turn around. You had this image of him sitting there alone, hurt, probably hating himself and scared to go home. It made you feel sick. You thought about all the people that had probably walked out of his life, because he acted exactly like this when they did something nice. And you knew he always claimed to be a „proactive“ type of person and believed he could handle everything. But you thought everyone needed at least one person in their life that will be there for them, no matter what, even Rafe. You decided you will try to be the person that stays.

So you took another deep breath and turned around, with fast steps you made your way back to him.

His head whipped up when he heard your footsteps and he frowned when he looked up at you. His hair parted in the middle and fell onto his forehead. The blood on his face had dried and even with the bruises and cuts, he was still handsome.

“I care.” You said standing in front of him.

“What?” He shook his head in confusion.

“I care about you” you repeated, feeling nervous because you just said that out loud and there was no turning back now.

His expression softened and he gulped. He watched you carefully, not taking his eyes of you. He scanned your whole body, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“And I’m not gonna leave. You think I would risk losing a friend that I’ve known my whole life, for someone I don’t care about? No. I’m staying until we get your face fixed up and until I can make sure you’re ok” you sat down next to him, looking at your feet dangling from the dock.

You could feel him staring at you, but you were to nervous to face him. Your heart was beating so fast, you were scared he could hear it. The silence was unbearable and you wished he would just say something. Anything.

He remained silent and took his eyes of you, looking down at his own feet.

You stared at the water and it felt like time just stopped, you wouldn’t be surprised if you would just wake up at any moment, realising it was just a dream.

You gave yourself an inner pep talk before deciding to just risk it all and leaned over to put your head on his shoulder. You felt him tense up beneath you and he let out a shaky breath. But he didn’t push you away or made any comment. Instead you felt him resting his head on yours too, leaning into your body more.

You felt warm and safe in his presents and you liked to believe he did too. You closed your eyes and now desperately wished this really wasn’t a dream.

Suddenly you felt him move and reach for your hand, he took your hand from your lab and intertwined his fingers with yours. He ran his thumb softly over your skin. You felt yourself blushing and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

“Thank you” he whispered. You felt the butterflies in your stomach and the heat rising to your cheeks even more.

“Of course Rafe” you whispered back and gave his hand a little squeeze, you could feel him smile against your head.

[peaky-shelby]

New Year, New Me | Kylian Mbappé

Request: hey could you please do 14. “Have you been ignoring me or am I just being paranoid?” with mbappé? thank youuu

Writer's note: sorry for the wait I hope this makes up for it!! Also happy new year Angels!!

New Years, the day to dream about new beginnings and erase the past as much as you can. The day full of possibilities and stories waiting to be written. Everyone is partying, everyone is playing cards and getting their New Year’s kiss. You found yourself in one of those parties, drinking and talking with friends and strangers. Your eyes scanning for a specific person that you knew was coming sooner or later but when he did, he simply sent a smile your way and continued his way to the bar to get a drink. It was weird because usually he was happy to see you, he’d walk over to you smiling and wrap you in his arms but not this time. There was tension, you could feel it, you just didn’t know why. You let him be for the first couple of hours, the clock was getting nearer to midnight and you wanted to talk to him before this year ended. You walked up to him while he was discussing with Hakimi, laughing about something, probably one of their lame jokes.

Hakimi saw you first, his expression gave away that some of your worries were right because his smile faded away and he motioned his head to let Kylian know he was behind you. You stood next to him smiling, stretching your hand out for Hakimi, wishing him for the holy days.

“How are you?” You asked him, feeling Kylian next to you tensing up. Hakimi took your hand, shaking it and smiling.

“Tres bien!” he said “you?”

“Getting ready for the new year.” You answered, smiling and looked up to your right at Kylian. He was staring at his shoes, keeping his gaze away from you at all times. Hakimi left you two alone and you nudged his elbow, confused.

“You’re not even going to say hi?”

“Hm?” he wondered, finally looking at you “Sorry.” He added quickly and faking a smile “Thought I already did.”

“Ky have you been ignoring me or am I just being paranoid?”

He looked away, like he was searching for a way out of the conversation. You hot his elbow harder, pulling him to look at you, at this point feeling annoyed at your old and close friend, with whom you had gotten a little closer in the last month, maybe to close “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t wanna do this here.” He answered bluntly, taking hold of your hand and throwing it of his arm. He tried to move pass you but you stepped right in front of him, stopping him. One thing the two of you had in common was your stubbornness and you wouldn’t let go of him that easy.

“Too bad. You don’t get a choice.”

“Please don’t make a scene.” He whispered, glancing up to see if anyone was looking at them.

“What the hell happened?”

He scoffed at the question and grabbed your arm, dragging you with him outside the main room, in the balcony. “You really have some nerve you know that?”

“Yes, I do! I get it from my mother but I don’t see what that has anything to do with you!”

“I saw you at the bar last night!” he said as if it was obvious what he was talking about. You let your eyes open wide, expecting him to go on, give you another hint and you must have stood like that for a couple of minutes before he actually did “Dancing with a random guy- “

Your face dropped, not because you were sad but because you were shocked. He had seen you; he was at the same bar with you and you had no idea. That meant he must have gotten there late and left quickly because he is not the kind of person that goes unnoticed. On top of that you couldn’t understand where his anger was coming from. “Alex is my friend.”

“We’re friends and I’ve never touched your fucking ass- “

“That’s on you!” you spat, loudly. Realizing what you said only after you said it. You mother always said you found a way to make light of any situation and that was eventually going to be your downfall. Kylian was dumbfounded by your answer, his eyes staring at you in shock and his mouth open. You could see him trying to hold back his laughter and keep a straight face. He had to look away in order not to laugh. He placed his hands on his hips, clicking his tongue.

“Why the fuck were you with him?” he asked, keeping his gaze away from you still.

“Why the fuck didn’t you come and speak to me Ky?” you asked back, tilting his head to try and look in his eyes.

“I don’t know maybe because you seemed occupied enough and I wasn’t in the mood for a trio- “you slapped him. Something you had been waiting to do for a while, not just because of his stupid jokes but also because of the way he’d sent you mixed signals constantly. Make you wonder where you stand with him and if he ever looked at you the way you stared at him when he wasn’t looking. You were tired of waiting for him, expecting something more and only getting tiny parts of what you were giving. Ky held his sore cheek, now slowly turning red. He watched you throwing daggers at him with your eyes while you could hear the crowd inside cheering the countdown for the new year and then he kissed you. Quickly and deeply.

You don’t even know how his lips landed on his, but you could feel his hand behind your neck and you imagined he must have pulled you in. You wanted to push him away and hit him again but you also wanted to keep kissing him like it was the one thing you needed for the new year. The fireworks that blew all around you, startled you, making you pull back and making him laugh during the kiss. You raised your head to look at the sky, colors rained, filling the night with sparks and hope for the new year. Kylian’s hand found it’s way to your back, holding it gently while he looked up as well. When the fireworks started to slow down you looked at each other again, Kylian’s hand moved down to your ass, making you laugh “About goddamn time.” You mumbled, smiling at him. You stroke the part of his cheek you had earlier slapped, looking in his eyes “you say something like that to me again, I’ll kick you in the dick.”

He laughed leaning in “I see anyone else dancing with you again, I’ll punch him in the face.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t” you said and kissed him.

[sunflowerharrington]

can i request eddie with a bookworm-ish shy reader? If u need a prompt: “your always reading, i just never thought you felt this way…”

you can take full creative control! I don’t really care i just wanna read about our kings <////3

This bud of love by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet

pairing - Eddie Munson X GN!Hargrove!Reader (with hair long enough to tuck behind your ear)

summary - Resident bookworm, Y/N Hargrove, is always too caught up in a book to face their feelings for the local metalhead “freak”, until now...

notes - *still refusing to believe volume two happened* I tried giving Y/N a Shakespearean vibe, I know it’s a stereotype but also if you wanna be rude to me the block button is available. And reader is a Hargrove because I wanted to give them a stark contrast to Billy.

I hope you enjoy, Nonnie, and I’m SO sorry for taking this long to get this out! title is a quote from Act 2 Scene 1 of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Enjoy!

warnings - Other than a mention of Billy Hargrove’s tragic death, this is pure fluff :)

word count -

taglist - @quickiesgirl @sunnymunson @sympathyforher @langdon-cumslut @in-love-with-will-byers @wzrlds @taecube @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul dm, comment or ask me to be added or taken off for all future updates (bar ‘stitches’ and ‘call it what you want’ they will have their own taglists)

back to my stranger things masterlist

You nervously awaited your fate as you read through the brittle pages of your novel adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Reading about the beautiful women and handsome men that danced the night away at masquerade balls. And reading the wonderful story about how Juliet met her Romeo as an escape from the reality that your family had been falling apart ever since that unfortunate day. July 4th 1985.

And you wished you could meet your ultimate life partner, your rock, your soulmate, somebody who could protect you from the big bad dragon that had been terrorizing your family since you and your late twin brother were born. That dragon being your father.

However, today was your chance to show your friends that you should be taken seriously, that you’re not just the girl sitting in the corner with her nose in an Oscar Wilde novel or reading melodic poetry. You would rather be known as the sister of the boy that sacrificed himself to save an entire town than that.

You stood in front of the library, anticipation coasting through your veins like waves of the ocean, a feeling of trepidation as you clasped the door handle in your grip. Should you knock?

Of course not! You’re in school!

The people in the library had been warm, inviting towards you; Nancy, studious and confident, Robin; sweet and a little wild, Dustin; courageous and kind, and Mike; reserved, and a little mean. But you would be too if your best friend almost died a more tragic death than Desdemona.

But you were looking for your knight in shining armour, and you got him; in the form of a senior in all denim and a leather jacket, chains hanging every which way, and wild, fluffy hair. And you knew you were destined to be the best of friends the moment you exchanged pleasantries.

Which is why, when you had your nose stuck in Les Mis, you didn’t notice the gaze on you. All through senior year, and it was on the last day of school before graduation when you finally noticed it. O, my dear Aphrodite, my sincerest thank you’s for my wishes coming true.

Your knight had come to sweep you off your feet, lifting you up in his strong arms, looking at you like you were his heart’s only desire. After everyone had been seated, you stood before them to give your graduation speech, and like a flower blooming in a row of bushes, a rose between many thorns, waiting to be plucked by you, was Edward Munson. Your knight. Your Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth. Your saviour from the dragon.

You smiled coyly as you spoke, your eyes selecting their place to gaze carefully, and he smiled back at you. And he cheered the loudest out of everyone when your speech had come to an end.

Your loins burned with desire as the graduation ceremony came to an end, jumping in the air when Mademoiselle Joyce Byers asked you, your knight and the two princesses, Buckley and Wheeler, to jump into the air and she snapped a photo of you with Prince Jonathan’s camera. You bit your lip in focus, and a bad habit, as Eddie wrapped his strong arms around you, engulfing you in the fabric of his blue graduation gown.

Eddie. Beautiful, handsome Edward. Your perfect man had been plucked from the pages of your novel and dropped into Hawkins 20 years ago, and it was only now that the universe had let you get a crystal clear look at him.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he pulled away, pressing a kiss of adoration to the centre of your forehead like they do in movies and books. “Told you this year was my year, Hargrove.”

The man standing before you would love you with the passion of Rhett, and would be as devoted to you as Heathcliff to Kathy, and would obsess over you more than Michael Wheeler was over William Byers. You would be Eddie’s. Forever and ever, you decided.

His big brown eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight that beamed down on the school grounds.

“Eddie, I…” You blurted out. Now what in great heavens were you going to say after that? You didn’t know.

You clutched his waist, and he gifted your forehead with another soft kiss while you both twirled around, his hands on your waist. “We did it! We graduated, Hargrove!”

The smile on his face had been nothing you’d seen before, never seeing him this ecstatic in your two years of knowing him. “Only took you two years, Munson.”

“Hey!” He laughed, and oh what a sound for sore ears. “I was trying!”

“What happened to you flipping Higgins the bird? And what happened to you taking my hand and running out of here and never looking back?”

“We can still do that,” he said, and in an instant you were thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and he carried you down the aisle.

If only you were donning a wedding dress at that moment.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked, noticing your discomfort when he put you down outside the school grounds, taking your hand in his.

“I feel like today I was forced to confront some hidden… feelings…” you trailed off.

He took your chin in two of his fingers and slowly forced you to look him dead in the eye, his long, pretty eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.

“Hidden feelings? You don’t… You don’t like me, do you? Like… Uh… Do you like me?”

“Yes, and I have for a long time now. Since that day in the library when you came in to ask Mike about Lucas’ whereabouts as the basketball championship had started.”

He blinked at you, stunned. How could such a beautiful girl like the freak of Hawkins? Well, you know what they say; Never judge a book by its cover.

“You’re always reading! I never thought you would feel this way… Too busy falling in love with the characters in your books. And why would you like me like that anyways? You don’t— You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not! I love you, Edward Munson!”

“What? But why would you ever—“ He began, but you cut him off, coiling your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you as your lips met his in a deep kiss.

As he spun you around, you blocked out the sounds of the kids’ fake gagging, and you could feel Robin and Steve smiling like proud workers for Murray “Cupid” Bauman.

Butterflies kissed the inside of your stomach as Eddie tucked a wayward strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning back in to pepper your face with soft, sweet kisses.

“I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “too” kiss “,Hargrove.”

Kiss.