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zombiewhor3 · 2 years ago

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WE HAVE RULES!

daryl dixon x fem reader

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of gore, fighting, name calling, language, mentions of possible death (no actual death).

A/N: i know it's been forever i've honestly been so busy with school, after school stuff and lots of managing other accounts like my wattpad i was trying to upload stuff on there so my apologies surely i'll have more chapters and one shots out soon it just depends on my schedule and my motivation :)

she could hear the sound of the hammer hitting the nail into the wooden plank as she felt some sweat running on her forehead, she thanked Henry as she took a cup of water from him.

she patted his head ruffling through his blonde strands of sunshine blonde hair watching as he trotted along passing out water to some of the others who were working on the bridge.

she tucked away her hammer and rolled up the sleeves to her flannel as she took a gaze at the rushing water just below the project they were building, she could see men working and the sound of nails being hit was a constant source of noise around her.

she smiled softly looking at the progress they made so far, sure it was a lot more to be done but she never imagined it could go this far, she wasn't even sure the war with the Saviours could end.

She patted one of the hard working Saviours on the back softly before she made her way off of the bridge and into the clearing of the woods that laid out in front of them.

she followed the path built by Rick and the people from Oceanside, a path that connected all of the groups and all of the territories together, one where it was like a giant camp.

she grabbed a large bowl filled of fresh fruit that was placed out on the table, smiling at one of the curly haired girls who sat carving up a new piece of wood to create a stake as her weapon of choice.

young but fierce-full is how y/n would describe her because she looked no older than the age of ten, maybe even eleven if she had all of her gear on and held her large wooden stake.

y/n had her journey back to the bridge after all she was the one in charge while Daryl was out keeping things together at the Sanctuary and the city of Alexandria.

she held the wooden bowl of fruit in her hand, she stood up on a few slabs of wood and whistled out to call the boys attentions to which they set down their tools in their belts and lined up ready to get their share of the food for working.

she didn't have to give them anything, she didn't even have to make Henry go around with a water jug and give these pricks an ounce of the water they worked hard to collect and sanitize.

but she did it because she knew that truly not all of them were bad, she did it because she cared and well she did it because she wanted a future one where she could have a kid someday.

one that was fair and friendly and safe, not one filled with war and the anger of the Saviours around them because even though that's what some of the others wanted it wasn't what she wanted.

hell it wasn't what she believed in.

she stepped off the wood watching as the last man in line tried to grab two but she pulled his hand away, she grabbed one of the apples and handed it to the small blonde boy next to her.

"why does he need some? he's just a water boy!" Justin remarked pulling the apple out of Henry's hand watching as he remained silent and tried to slip his stick out but y/n pressed a hand out to stop him.

she snatched the apple back and placed it back into his hand, "because he's been working to, he's been scavenging the water for you guys, and he's been harvesting fruit" y/n spoke setting the now empty bowl down onto the wood behind her.

Justin reached out to Henry again only to feel y/n push him away, "why does this bitch decide how much we get for rations? you don't work as hard as us men on the bridge it's bullshit!"

he poked a harsh finger into her chest and she swallowed and looked him in his eyes, she licked over her lips silently and she could feel the slight feeling of him pushing her.

she pushed back but quite not as soft, she could watch him stumble softly and almost fall back on his ass causing a soft chuckle to erupt from one of the men pulling apart an orange.

"she almost knocked you over there bud"

the Saviour remarked taking a piece of the orange and popping it into his mouth she watched as he chewed down on it un-expectant to the fact Justin had thrown a full force swing at her.

she closed her eyes feeling her head slightly be thrown back as the punch was so hard she could feel her eye throbbing, she tried to throw a punch back or maybe even reach for her knife but before she knew it she had been tossed against the pile of wood with a loud thump erupting throughout the bridge.

she could feel another swing of his fist strike at her jaw making her bite down on her inner cheek so hard she could taste the fresh copper flavor of blood pooling a top of her taste buds.

she spat out her blood onto the ground her hand on her knife but Rick had stepped in the middle of it, he had been the one to pull him off of her, and he was the one to help up the dizzy y/n.

it felt like her head had hit the wood from how dizzy she was, the world seemed to be a blur and the sound of the commotion and the yelling of people trying to pull him off was almost a quite messy haze.

she could feel the soft feeling of her being lifted up onto the back of the horse, she could hear the muffled foot steps of the horses hooves clacking against the forest ground.

she hadn't remembered much besides the fight with Justin but she had woken up in a dim and dark tent, an apple and a bottle water by her side as she sat up placing a hand on her head and it seemed like she was having a bad hangover from the raging headache that was pushing through her.

she could hear a soft clatter outside the tent to which she pulled it open and slipped out of the tent to see Enid and Aaron who had been waiting for her to awake, they sat at a table and gave her a soft smile while Enid had yet another bottle of water for her.

"How long was i out for?" y/n asked as she adjusted the belt that was wrapped around her, slipping a hammer that rested on the table into one of the empty slots the belt held.

Aaron tried to pull it away from her but she simply took a step back and folded her arms, "how long was i out?" she repeated her question watching as it was Enid who finally spoke up.

"couple of hours i mean you hit your head y/n, you needed the rest especially after whatever happened on the bridge" Enid spoke watching as she took the bottle from her hands and took a sip before patting Enid on the back with a soft sigh.

"they need my help out there, i'm in charge of them" y/n spoke almost as if she had slowed them down, almost as if it was her fault she had been punched in the face.

"you don't need to work y/n, you need to go sit back down before you end up hurting yourself" and even with Aaron's words she wobbled slightly and reached out to grip the table for help.

"i'm fine" she bitterly lied, she knew she wasn't fine, she shouldn't even up and moving if she had a head wound but this was her job, this was how she was meant to live, its how she was meant to be.

"Rick is watching over the crew so rest we promise everything will go fine we'll make sure of that" Enid spoke watching y/n slam down the hammer back onto the table before slipping into her tent.

she laid against the pillow propped for her and tried to close her eyes but it seemed like she couldn't, it seemed like the world was spinning so fast and she just couldn't make it stop.

Daryl had slipped into the tent watching her sit up shocked at the commotion only to see that it was him, she let out a sigh of relief watching as he licked over his lips, his brows furrowing.

"what happened?" was all he said, he hadn't greeted her or anything unless you count the sudden grasp his hand had on hers.

"nothing just a small tussle" she spoke her eyes tracing down to the crossbow that was rested against the side of the tent, she knew that he wasn't buying her lie but it was worth a shot.

"y/n what happened? Who hit you?" he bit down on his tongue as he spoke looking over at his wife who had a slight guilty conscious on her face because she truly did hate lying to him.

"Daryl i'm fine, it was just a small fight no need to worry" she lied again, there was reason to worry, there was a reason to worry because these were the people they were working with, and she knew there could be a chance of this happening again.

he lifted her chin up forcing her to look at him, and even though she tried to hide away at the black and bruised eye she had it was no use because he was staring directly at it.

"who y/n?, just give me a name please" she took in a deep breath before managing to spill the name of the man who had left her knocked out with a bruised and blood shot eye.

"you think hitting a woman is alright?" Daryl spat at the man who stood against the tree forming a stood forming a cocky smile on his face.

“when she’s a mutt like yours I do, besides that bitch needed some common sense knocked into her anyways” his voice had confidence that he was surely gonna rile up a fight, that's all Justin ever wanted was to knock Daryl and y/n out of his way for good.

y/n froze at the words slipped so bitterly from the mans sour mouth as she watched her husbands hands ball up into a set of rock hard fists to which she had grabbed Aaron’s shoulder whispering for him to go get Rick who was still working on the bridge.

“Say it again I dare ya, call her a bitch again” Daryl spat back taking a step closer and before Justin could even push the sentence out the two men were tussling with each other, or well Daryl was starting to beat the living shit out of the Saviour who was pressed against the ground his hands gripping at the fabric of Daryl's vest.

she watched in a shock as he had used a metal pan to strike over his head causing a loud thump to erupt from the silence of the woods.

"Stop it both of you cut it out!"

she yelled at the boys, her hand resting on her husband's back as the others came out of their tents and stopped their jobs while watching in such disbelief at the two men going at it, one of them had their gun cocked and ready to shoot but y/n forced them to stand down.

she could see his fists covered in blood, Justin's face a bloody mess while Daryl couldn't seem to stop punching him over and over maybe until he was a slush of blood but whatever he had planned she knew she had to stop it somehow she needed to separate them somehow.

"stop! please Daryl stop!" no matter how much she cried and begged and tried to pull each of the men off one another it was no use because now it was a full fight.

a fight that caused such a commotion that some gasped at each strike each man had seemed to strike, they were both equally strong, she could physically see it on their faces.

as Daryl had blood from a cut on his face to the bruises Justin had caused lingering over his eye, but with one strike of the metal pan again Justin had almost given up from the way his head was thrown back.

Daryl had broken one of Justin's eye sockets, his nose, and maybe he had knocked out a few of Justin's teeth by the looks of the blood pooling out from his mouth.

it was quite obvious the men weren't struggling anymore or at least Daryl had the bigger advantage as he continued to punch him like a punching bag over and over until he himself was exhausted, but even then he hadn't stopped when his arm felt limp and his fists started to ache from the pain inflicted on them, it had taken Rick and y/n just to pull him off the man and it took Aaron to help hold Daryl back to make sure he hadn't lunged back at Justin again.

"what the hell are you thinking?!" Rick yelled as a hand on his back guided him into the medical tents where Siddiq had began to try and clean up the work Daryl left on him.

Rick had his gun ready, not that he was actually going to shoot Daryl but it was to get the damn point across so the angry man couldn't beat the Saviour to death even though it's what many of the others believed would be right.

both men sat on opposite sides Daryl could feel the cot shift slightly from the weight of his wife sitting next to him, she watched as Enid used a fresh alcohol wipe to clean over his cuts.

"i was thinking that he should know how to treat women, especially women like y/n" Daryl remarked seeing as Rick had gazed down at the nasty mark Justin imprinted against her eye.

"we have rules, and i want to know why you felt the urge to break them? so tell me what the hell happened on the bridge"

Rick remarked his hand slipping back his pistol into his holster watching Daryl's eyes trace against it, Enid had put a fresh bandage against one of the cuts and patted Daryl on the shoulder before she started to focus on the critical patient.

"he was irritated about the rations and tried to take Henry's so i stood up for myself and Henry and i ended up knocked out with a black eye and the next thing i knew i woke up in my tent"

she folded her arms as she looked down at the floor, she could hear Justin spit and she had watched it drop down by her feet to which she pressed a soft and gentle hand against Daryl's chest to prevent him from causing anymore unnecessary damage,

"Daryl you know you can't do this, you could've killed him and then we'd be short a worker you hear me?" Rick could tell that the man who committed the fair act of breaking the rules hadn't even had an ounce of sorrow or empathy for the man laying on the cot with his face broken and bashed into like he was a punching bag.

"what if he killed her? what if he continued punching her before you got there and he killed her? would you just let me work with him without any type of fair treatment, you wanna talk bout rules then talk bout the ones he broke, she has been nothing but kind to those bastards after they did what they did where's that justice!"

Daryl slammed his hand down out onto the empty metal side tray that made both girls in the tent jump softly, he ran his hand over the stubble of his beard and she could see his torn up knuckles.

she was silent, because she didn't know what to say to him, she knew he was right but she still kept her eyes on the ground and her lips sealed shut as a hand was placed on her thigh.

"you're right Daryl trust me i know but we need to set rules, we can't have this behavior from either of you besides after the bridge is done you can go your separate ways"

Rick concluded watching as Daryl still seemed to be left un-satisfied with his response, he slipped out of the tent leaving them be and leaving the two be in there own awkward silence.

"sorry i didn't say anything just wanted to let you two handle it" y/n murmured to him watching as he forced a soft smile on his face, the muscles of his lips turning upwards just so he could give off the appeal he wasn't still as angry as before.

"if he touches or even looks at you wrong i'll kill him you hear me y/n, if i see it or i hear it i won't hesitate and i mean it"

he whispered to her feeling her shiver softly before she rested her head against his shoulder soaking in his warmth.

"i hear you Daryl"

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mcrdvcks · 3 months ago

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Down Bad - Chapter 26

Chapter Summary: Amina tells Hunter some news from her appointment with Amellia. The squad celebrates Omega's 15th birthday.

Word Count: 6.4k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: …hello!

i've been busy packing and preparing to go back to college since monday, and now i'm ready for a 3 day drive (help me). anyways, i'm not sure when i'll upload next, since i'll be busy traveling then unpacking till around tuesday/wednesday, but so bare with me. and because college is going to start up in 2 weeks, i will probably only upload every week/week and a half.

and i think i mentioned writing a logan and reader fanfic in the last chapter, so if you're interested in that i'll probably start uploading that soon too.

enjoy!!

Series Masterlist - Chapter 25 → Chapter 27

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Amina sat on the couch watching the holonet waiting for Hunter to come home. She still couldn’t believe it, it all seemed surreal, frightening, and wonderful packaged into one. She couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief that had settled over her since her visit to the medical clinic earlier that day. The news she had received from Amellia seemed too good to be true, yet it filled her with a sense of hope and wonder that she hadn't felt in a long time.

As Amina processed the enormity of the news, she felt a surge of emotions welling up inside her. Fear mingled with excitement, uncertainty intertwined with hope.

Lost in her thoughts, Amina didn't hear the sound of the door opening, nor did she notice Hunter's approach until he was standing right in front of her, his gaze filled with concern.

"Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?" Hunter asked, his voice soft with worry as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Amina blinked, snapping out of her reverie as she met Hunter's gaze. She offered him a shaky smile, her heart swelling with love for the man standing before her.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Better than okay, actually."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "Oh? And what's got you in such a good mood? Did the appointment go well? Is there anything wrong?”

Amina's smile widened as she looked up at Hunter, her eyes shining with excitement. "Actually, the appointment went better than I could have ever imagined," she said, her voice filled with joy. "Amellia gave me some incredible news."

Hunter's brow furrowed with curiosity as Amina got up from the couch and stood up in front of him, his gaze never leaving her face. "What kind of news?" he asked, his tone eager.

Amina took a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation as she prepared to share the news that would change their lives forever. "Hunter, I'm pregnant," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Hunter processed Amina's words, a myriad of emotions washed over him. Shock, disbelief, and joy collided within him, leaving him momentarily speechless. He stared at Amina, his mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what she had just revealed.

"Pregnant?" He finally managed to whisper, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Amina nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, pregnant," she repeated, her voice filled with joy. "I just found out today at the clinic. It's still sinking in for me too."

Amellia's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "You're pregnant, Amina," she announced, her voice filled with joy. "You're about four and a half weeks along."

Amina's heart skipped a beat as the words sank in, her mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what she had just heard. Pregnant? She couldn't believe it. After the hormone therapy and the surgery, she never thought it would happen this soon.

"Pregnant?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper as she reached up to touch her stomach, feeling a surge of emotion welling up inside her. "Are you sure?"

Amellia nodded, her smile warm and reassuring. "Yes, Amina. I'm sure," she said, her tone gentle but firm. "I ran several tests, and they all came back positive. You're going to have a baby."

Amina's eyes filled with tears as the reality of the situation washed over her. She was going to be a mother. She and Hunter were going to have a child together, a little piece of their love and their bond. It was the most beautiful and overwhelming feeling she had ever experienced.

"Oh, Maker," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion as she turned to Amellia, her eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Amellia. Thank you so much."

Amellia reached out, enveloping Amina in a warm embrace. "You're welcome, Amina," she said softly, her voice filled with love and support. "I'm so happy for you and Hunter. You're going to be wonderful parents." Amellia pulled back from the hug, “and I’m going to be a fantastic aunt.”

Amina's heart swelled with gratitude as she returned Amellia's embrace. The news of her pregnancy was still sinking in but knowing that she had her friend's unwavering support made all the difference. "Thank you, Amellia," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Amellia smiled, her eyes shining with affection. "You don't have to thank me, Amina," she said, her tone warm and sincere. "I'm just glad I could be here for you." She reached out, squeezing Amina's hand gently. "Now, let's talk about what comes next."

Amina nodded, wiping away the tears that had gathered in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice steadier now. "What do I need to do?"

Amellia settled into the chair beside the examination table, her expression thoughtful as she considered her words. "Well, first and foremost, we need to schedule your prenatal appointments," she said, her tone professional but kind. "I'll need to monitor your progress closely, given your medical history."

Amina nodded, taking in Amellia's words with a sense of determination. She was determined to do everything in her power to ensure a healthy pregnancy for herself and her baby. "Of course," she said, her voice resolute. "Whatever it takes."

Amellia smiled, her eyes soft with understanding. "I know you will, Amina," she said, her tone filled with confidence. "And you won't be alone in this. You have Hunter, and you have me. We'll get through this together."

Amina's heart swelled with gratitude at Amellia's words. She knew that she was lucky to have such a supportive friend and doctor by her side. "Thank you, Amellia," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything."

Amellia reached out, squeezing Amina's hand once more. "Anytime, Amina," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I mean it. Anytime you need me, I'll be here."

Hunter's heart soared at the news, a rush of elation flooding through him. He reached out, pulling Amina into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if he never wanted to let her go.

"Oh, Amina," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "This is incredible news. I can't believe it."

Amina buried her face in Hunter's chest, her heart overflowing with love for the man she held in her arms. She felt his arms around her, his warmth enveloping her, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

"I know," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I still can't quite believe it myself."

They stood there for a long moment, lost in the sweetness of the moment, before Hunter pulled away slightly, his gaze searching Amina's face.

"Do you realize what this means?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Amina nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I do," she replied, her eyes shining with happiness. "It means we're going to be parents."

Hunter's heart swelled with love at the thought of starting a family with Amina. He had always dreamed of this moment, of becoming a father, but he had never dared to hope that it would actually come true.

"We're going to be parents," he echoed, his voice filled with awe. "I can't wait to meet our little one."

Amina grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Me too," she said, her voice soft with emotion. "I already love them so much."

They shared a tender smile, their hearts intertwined in a moment of pure bliss. They knew that their lives were about to change in ways they could never have imagined, but they also knew that they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as they were together.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Hunter, and he looked at Amina with a playful glint in his eyes.

"So, does this mean we need to start shopping for baby clothes?" he teased, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Amina laughed, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Not yet," she said, her tone light but filled with affection. "Let's take it one step at a time, shall we?"

Hunter grinned, pulling her close once more. "Fair enough," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "But I can't wait to spoil our little one rotten."

Amina leaned into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment settle over her. She knew that their journey ahead would be filled with challenges and uncertainties, but as long as they had each other, she was confident that they could overcome anything that came their way.

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She got out of bed and walked into the kitchen where Hunter and Omega were cooking breakfast. Or rather, Hunter was cooking breakfast and Omega was happily munching on some of the fruit, her eyes bright with excitement as she chattered animatedly with Hunter.

"Good morning, you two," Amina greeted, her voice warm as she crossed the room to join them. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of her husband and Omega working together in the kitchen.

"Morning, sweetheart," Hunter replied, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of Amina. He moved to greet her with a quick kiss before returning his attention to the stove.

Amina returned the kiss, her heart fluttering at the affectionate gesture. She glanced over at Hunter, admiring the way he moved with ease around the kitchen, his skilled hands working deftly as he prepared breakfast.

"Looks like you've got everything under control here," Amina said, her gaze flicking to the array of ingredients spread out on the counter.

Hunter chuckled, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "Trying my best," he replied, his tone light but determined. "Just whipping up a little something special for my two favorite girls."

Omega beamed at Hunter's words, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Can I help with anything, Hunter?" she asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Hunter grinned, ruffling Omega's hair affectionately. "Actually, I could use a hand with the sausage," he said, gesturing to the sizzling pan on the stove. "Think you can handle that?"

Omega's eyes widened with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. "You bet!" she exclaimed, darting over to the stove to assist Hunter.

Amina watched fondly as Hunter and Omega worked together, their easy camaraderie warming her heart. “Do you need any help, babe?”

“Nope. Now go sit down, I’ll bring you breakfast when it’s ready.” Hunter replied.

“You know, I can get breakfast myself, right?”

Hunter looked away from the stove, concern etched on his face. "Of course you can," he replied softly. "But I want to take care of you, especially now."

Amina rolled her eyes in response, sighing in defeat. “Fine. I’ll sit down.”

As she sat at the table, Amina glanced over at Omega and Hunter, their laughter filling the kitchen as they worked together to prepare breakfast. She felt a surge of gratitude for her husband and daughter, grateful for their unwavering love and support.

Suddenly, Hunter turned off the stove and plated up breakfast, placing a heaping plate of pancakes, sausage, and fresh fruit in front of Amina. "Breakfast is served," he announced with a smile, his eyes warm with affection.

Amina grinned up at him, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Hunter," she said sincerely, picking up her fork and taking a bite of pancake. The flavors exploded in her mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh.

Hunter beamed at her, clearly pleased with himself. "I hope you like it," he said, pulling out a chair beside her and sitting down. "I wanted to make sure you had a good start to the day."

Amina nodded, taking a bite of the pancakes and savoring the familiar taste. "It's perfect," she assured him, her voice filled with warmth. She glanced over at Omega, who was digging into her own plate with gusto. "And thank you, Omega, for helping out."

Omega looked up from her plate, her face lighting up with a wide grin. "Anytime, Amina," she said, her voice earnest. "I'm just happy to be here."

Amina's heart swelled with affection for her daughter. "We're happy to have you here," she said, reaching over to ruffle Omega's hair affectionately.

They ate their breakfast together, the atmosphere filled with easy conversation and shared laughter. Amina couldn't remember the last time she had felt this content, surrounded by the warmth and love of her family.

After breakfast, they cleaned up together, Hunter and Omega insisting on taking care of the dishes while Amina settled on the couch with a cup of tea. As she sipped her tea, Amina watched as Hunter and Omega interacted in the kitchen, their laughter echoing through the small apartment.

"You know," Hunter said, drying off a plate as he glanced over at Amina, "I was thinking we could start looking at baby names soon."

Amina glanced through the window, where Omega sat on the porch with Lyana who came to visit, “Amellia said I’m only 4 and a half weeks pregnant. We don’t even know the gender of our baby yet.” Hunter let out a playful sigh as Amina grabbed his hands, placing them on her thigh, “but, we do have some planning to do. Tomorrow is Omega’s 15th birthday.”

Hunter squeezed her thigh, a reassuring warmth spreading through her. "I know, I know.”

Amina nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "We should make it special for her," she agreed, her thoughts already turning to the celebration. "Maybe a small gathering with the squad? I’m sure Shep could make some food, and even Phee and Echo are coming over."

Hunter chuckled, his thumb brushing gently against Amina's thigh. "I think she'd love that," he said warmly. "She adores spending time with them. It might be a good time to tell the squad about you.”

“I don’t know, tomorrow is all about Omega, I don’t want to overshadow her with the news of my pregnancy.”

Hunter nodded understandingly, his hand still resting reassuringly on her thigh. "You're right. It should be all about Omega. We'll find the right moment to share our news when the time feels right."

Amina smiled gratefully, leaning into Hunter's touch. "Thank you for understanding," she murmured, feeling a surge of love for him. "Let's focus on making tomorrow special for her."

"Absolutely," Hunter agreed, his eyes softening as he looked at Amina. "I'll talk to Shep about preparing something special. Maybe a small surprise for Omega?"

"That sounds perfect," Amina replied, imagining Omega's delighted expression. "She'd love that."

Just then, Omega burst into the living room with Lyana trailing behind her, both of them laughing about something they had seen or heard outside. Omega's eyes lit up when she saw Amina and Hunter sitting together.

"What are you two whispering about over here?" Omega asked playfully, flopping down onto the couch next to Amina. "Planning something for my birthday?"

Amina chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance with Hunter. "Maybe," she teased, nudging Omega gently. "But it's a surprise. You'll have to wait and see."

Omega groaned theatrically. "You guys are the worst at keeping secrets," she complained, but there was a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. "Fine, I'll wait."

Lyana sat down on the floor nearby, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Can I help with the surprise?" she asked eagerly, looking between Amina and Hunter.

"Of course," Hunter replied with a smile, "the more, the merrier."

Amina watched the two girls with a fond smile, grateful for Lyana's presence in Omega's life. Lyana had become like family to them all, and Amina was glad Omega had such a close friend.

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Shep had made a brunch spread for Omega’s birthday before the group would head out and surprise Omega with a treasure hunt Phee and Amellia made in the early hours of the morning.

Amina held a plate, placing grapes, cut up muja fruit, and-

Out of nowhere, Crosshair grabbed her plate holding it in his good hand. He gestured with his right mechanical hand for her to grab more to put it on her plate.

She quizzically stared at him, taken aback by the gesture, before slowly turning back to the table to grab a muffin and a buttersweet puff. Once she was happy with her spread, Crosshair walked towards the table and placed her plate down.

“Thank you.” Amina said slowly, as she sat down.

Crosshair walked back over to the table with the food to fill his plate as Wrecker and Echo sat down across from her and Amellia on her right.

“Is that juice, Wrecker?” Amina asked, looking over at his cup and two full plates.

"Yep, jogan juice! You want some?" Wrecker offered his half empty glass.

Amina chuckled, “it’s alright, I’ll grab me a glass.” As she put her hands on the table to stand up, Wrecker got out of his seat.

“I’ll get you some!” he said, walking over to a table where the refreshments were sitting.

Amina raised an eyebrow as she sat back down and popped a grape in her mouth. Amellia and Echo were deep in conversation about the latest medical procedures Amellia had been working on. She listened with interest, occasionally nodding or asking a question to keep the conversation flowing.

Wrecker returned with a glass of jogan juice for Amina, placing it in front of her with a grin. "Here you go, Amina! Freshly squeezed this morning."

"Thank you, Wrecker," Amina replied warmly, taking a sip of the juice. It was cool and refreshing, the perfect complement to the array of breakfast foods spread out before them.

Hunter sat down on Amina’s left, with Crosshair sitting next to Wrecker and across from Hunter. Amina leaned over to Hunter, “am I missing something? Because Wrecker got me juice and Crosshair was… kind and helpful,” she murmured softly, trying to make sense of the unusual gestures.

Hunter glanced at her with a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Maybe they're just being themselves," he replied quietly, his voice filled with amusement. "Or maybe they've finally realized how amazing you are."

Amina narrowed her eyes at him, looking back at her plate and taking a bite of her muffin. She looked at Hunter out of the corner of her eye, also taking glances at the rest of the squad around her.

She looked back over at Hunter, “you… didn’t tell them, did you?” Hunter caught her gaze and turned his eyes away from her. Amina gasped and gently hit his arm, giggling in the process, “you did! You big ol’ sap. If only your superiors could see you, a Sargeant of the Grand Army of the Republic, unable to keep a secret about his wife’s pregnancy.”

Hunter chuckled sheepishly at Amina’s accusation, rubbing the back of his neck with a hint of embarrassment. "Okay, maybe I couldn't keep it in. But can you blame me? I'm just excited," he confessed, his tone earnest and filled with affection.

Amina rolled her eyes playfully, her lips curling into a fond smile. "I know, Hunter," she replied softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "I'm excited too."

Crosshair, who had been quietly listening to their exchange, finally chimed in with a smirk. "Well, congratulations, then," he said dryly, though there was a glint of something warmer in his eyes. "Hope this little one doesn't turn out to be as much trouble as you all."

Amina laughed, shaking her head. "Let's hope not," she replied, her voice laced with amusement. "But knowing our luck..."

Wrecker, who had been busy devouring his breakfast, suddenly perked up at the mention of luck. "Hey, does this mean we get to come up with baby names?" he asked eagerly, his eyes lighting up with anticipation.

“No.” Echo chastised, “because it’s their baby and not our baby.”

Amina chuckled at Echo's comment about baby names, shaking her head fondly. "Sorry, Wrecker, but I think Hunter and I have that covered," she replied with a teasing smile, gently patting her stomach. "But feel free to suggest some names for fun."

Wrecker looked momentarily disappointed but then perked up with a mischievous grin. "How about 'Wrecker Jr.'?" he suggested, earning a chuckle from Hunter and Crosshair rolling his eyes.

Amina laughed along with them, enjoying the light-hearted banter that had become a staple of their gatherings. She glanced around at the squad, feeling a swell of affection for each of them. Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, they had formed a close-knit family on Pabu.

Amellia, sitting next to Echo, leaned in with a curious expression. "Amina, how are you feeling?" she asked gently, her concern evident in her voice. As a doctor, she was naturally attuned to the needs of others, especially during significant life events like pregnancy.

Amina smiled warmly at Amellia, grateful for her thoughtfulness. "I'm feeling good, thank you," she replied honestly.

“Any morning sickness? I remember my aunt having awful morning sickness when she was pregnant.”

Amina frowned slightly, her concern evident as she processed Amellia’s question about morning sickness. “No,” she replied slowly, “I haven’t had any morning sickness. Should I be worried?”

Amellia shook her head reassuringly. “Not necessarily,” she said, her tone calm and professional. “Every pregnancy is different. Some women experience morning sickness, while others don’t. It’s not unusual either way. Maybe you’re just lucky, throwing up isn’t exactly fun for anyone, especially frequently.”

Amina sighed with relief, the tension easing from her shoulders. She took another sip of her jogan juice, savoring the cool sweetness as she glanced around at the squad members seated at the table. Despite the initial surprise of Hunter sharing their news prematurely, she felt a warm sense of camaraderie and support from this eclectic group.

Wrecker, always eager and hearty, piled more food onto his plate with enthusiasm. “I could eat like this every day,” he declared between mouthfuls of food.

Echo chuckled softly, sipping his own juice. “Wrecker could eat like this every meal,” he corrected with a grin, glancing fondly at his squad mate.

Amina laughed along with them, enjoying the lighthearted banter that had become a comfortable backdrop to their meals together. She appreciated these moments, where they could set aside the challenges of their past and present and simply enjoy each other’s company.

Amellia leaned closer to Amina, her expression softening with concern. “Have you been feeling any fatigue or dizziness?” she asked gently, her doctor’s instincts prompting her to monitor Amina’s health closely.

Amina shook her head, smiling gratefully at Amellia’s attentiveness. “I feel tired sometimes, but nothing out of the ordinary,” she replied honestly, tracing her fingers along the rim of her glass. “I’ve been taking it easy.”

Hunter placed a reassuring hand on Amina’s shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. “She’s been resting more,” he confirmed, his voice soft but firm. “I’ve been making sure of it.”

Amellia nodded approvingly. “That’s good to hear,” she said, her gaze flickering towards Hunter with a hint of approval. “Rest is important, especially during early pregnancy.”

Amina glanced at Hunter, a surge of gratitude welling up within her. Despite the uncertainties they faced in their unconventional lives, he had always been there for her, unwavering in his support. She squeezed his hand, silently conveying her thanks.

Omega and Lyana walked over to the table, sitting down next to each other with their plates. The two girls quickly ate before Phee stood up, “well, now. We’ve prepared a special surprise for you. And by we I mean me and Amellia.”

Amellia nodded and stood up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yep! Now, are you ready for your surprise?" she asked Omega, who was practically bouncing in her seat with anticipation.

Omega's eyes widened, and she leaned forward eagerly. "Tell me, tell me!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

Amellia grinned mischievously and glanced around at the assembled group. "Well, we've prepared a little treasure hunt for you," she began, her voice playful. "You and Lyana will need to follow the clues we've hidden around Pabu to find your birthday surprise."

Omega's grin stretched from ear to ear as she turned to Lyana, who was smiling knowingly beside her. "A treasure hunt? That sounds amazing!" Omega exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

Lyana nodded in agreement. "It's going to be so much fun," she agreed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Amellia handed Omega a small envelope sealed with a wax stamp shaped like a starbird. "Here's your first clue," she said, her tone conspiratorial. "Are you ready to get started?"

Omega eagerly took the envelope, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement. "Ready!" she declared, tearing open the envelope and pulling out a piece of parchment inside.

Amina watched with a warm smile as Omega and Lyana studied the clue together, their heads bent close as they whispered and giggled over the riddle. It warmed her heart to see Omega so happy, surrounded by friends who cared for her deeply.

Hunter leaned over to Amina, his voice soft as he murmured, "I think they're going to love this."

Amina nodded, her eyes never leaving Omega's animated expression. "They will," she agreed quietly, her heart swelling with love for both Hunter and Omega.

Meanwhile, Omega and Lyana deciphered the clue with laughter and excitement, quickly determining their next destination. They hurried out of the apartment, their laughter echoing down the hallway as they embarked on their treasure hunt.

The rest of the squad exchanged amused glances, enjoying the infectious enthusiasm that Omega always brought to their lives. They returned to their breakfast, chatting amiably about their plans for the day and reminiscing about past adventures.

As they finished their meal, Hunter turned to Amina with a warm smile. "How are you feeling today?" he asked softly, concern etching his features.

Amina smiled back reassuringly, reaching for his hand across the table. "I'm feeling good," she replied honestly. "Excited for Omega's birthday and grateful to be here with all of you."

Hunter squeezed her hand gently, his eyes filled with love and understanding. "I'm glad," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.

A comfortable silence settled over them, filled with the warmth of shared meals and the easy camaraderie they had developed over time. Amina cherished these moments, knowing how precious they were in their uncertain lives.

After breakfast, they all pitched in to clean up, Hunter and Echo washing dishes while Wrecker and Crosshair wiped down the countertops. Amellia and Phee gathered up the remaining clues from the treasure hunt, preparing for the next stage of Omega's birthday surprise.

As they worked, Amina couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the family they had created here on Pabu. Despite the challenges they faced, they had forged bonds of friendship and love that sustained them through even the darkest times.

Once everything was tidied up, they gathered in the living room, waiting eagerly for Omega and Lyana to return from their adventure. Amina sat beside Hunter on the couch, her fingers intertwined with his as they exchanged affectionate glances.

Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Omega burst through the door with Lyana trailing behind her. "We did it!" Omega exclaimed triumphantly, holding up a small trinket she had found at the final clue's location.

Lyana grinned beside her, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "It was so much fun," she added, her voice filled with excitement.

A chorus of cheers and applause greeted them, the squad members clapping enthusiastically for Omega and Lyana's successful treasure hunt. Amina couldn't stop smiling as she watched Omega's eyes light up with joy, her heart swelling with love for her daughter.

"Well done, Omega," Hunter praised, pulling her into a brief hug. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Omega beamed up at him, her cheeks flushed with happiness. "It was the best birthday surprise ever," she declared, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Amellia stepped forward, a small gift in her hands. "And now, for the final part of your surprise," she announced, handing the gift to Omega with a warm smile.

Omega eagerly tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a beautifully crafted pendant shaped like a starbird. Her eyes widened in awe as she held it up, the pendant catching the light and sparkling with its intricate design.

"It's beautiful," Omega breathed, her voice filled with awe and delight.

Amellia smiled warmly at her. "Happy birthday, Omega," she said softly, her voice tinged with affection.

Omega threw her arms around Amellia, hugging her tightly. "Thank you, Amellia," she murmured gratefully, her voice choked with emotion.

The squad members gathered around Omega, offering their own birthday wishes and congratulations. Amina watched with a heart full of love as Omega shared hugs and smiles with each of them, feeling grateful to be a part of this unconventional but deeply caring family.

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A few days after Omega’s birthday, Echo had to leave again, this time with Rex coming to pick him up. Omega stood by Rex and Echo, telling the story of the treasure hunt her and Lyana did on her birthday.

Echo, now clad in his usual armor, listened attentively as Omega animatedly described each clue and the excitement of uncovering the final surprise, even though he heard the story more than once.

"And then, we found this amazing pendant shaped like a starbird," Omega concluded, holding up the pendant that Amellia had gifted her. "It was the best birthday ever!"

Rex chuckled warmly, ruffling Omega's hair affectionately. "Sounds like quite the adventure," he remarked, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

Echo nodded in agreement, his expression softening as he glanced at Amina and Hunter. "You always manage to make things special, Omega," he said warmly, his voice tinged with fondness.

Amina smiled gratefully at Echo's words, feeling a rush of affection for the squad members who had become their family. "Thank you, Echo," she replied sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "We wanted Omega's birthday to be memorable."

Hunter placed a reassuring hand on Amina's shoulder, his touch grounding and comforting. "You did a great job with the treasure hunt," he praised Omega, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I'm glad you had fun."

Omega beamed up at Hunter, her admiration for him evident in her eyes. "Thanks, Hunter," she said.

Amina watched the interaction between Hunter and Omega with a soft smile, her heart swelling with love for both of them. Omega had grown so much since they first met and seeing her happy and thriving filled Amina with a deep sense of fulfillment.

Lyana and Phee gestured for Omega to come over to them as she ran towards the two.

Rex glanced around at the group, his expression thoughtful. "It's good to see you all together like this," he remarked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "You've built quite a life here on Pabu. And I’m also glad I don’t have to keep this,” he gestured with his hand to Amina and Hunter, “a secret. I’ve had enough of Skywalker romances.”

Amina laughed, one hand coming up to her mouth and the other going onto her still flat stomach. “Well, believe me, it wasn’t fun for me either. But I'm just glad everything's okay now," Amina said, her voice tinged with gratitude as she looked around at her friends. "And that we can finally share the news with all of you."

Hunter nodded beside her, his expression softening with affection. "It's been a journey," he admitted. "But we're in a good place now."

Rex nodded thoughtfully, his gaze shifting between Amina and Hunter. "I'm glad to hear that," he said sincerely. "You both deserve happiness."

Echo chimed in, his tone gentle as he spoke. "And Omega's probably over the moon," he added with a smile, his eyes crinkling warmly. Amina and Hunter shared a quick glance as Echo crossed his arms, “you… haven’t told her yet?”

“We just didn’t want to overshadow her birthday yesterday. But we’ll tell her soon.” Amina replied.

Echo nodded understandingly, his expression softening with empathy. "That makes sense. It's important to let her enjoy her birthday without distractions," he agreed, his voice gentle. "When you're ready to tell her, she'll be thrilled."

Amina smiled gratefully at Echo's reassurance, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. She felt a surge of happiness and anticipation knowing that soon they would share their joyous news with Omega.

Rex nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting to the rest of the squad. "You've all been through a lot together," he remarked, his tone reflective. "It's good to see you finding moments of happiness amidst everything."

Hunter nodded, his arm wrapping protectively around Amina's shoulders. "We've been lucky to have each other," he admitted, his voice filled with gratitude. "And we're looking forward to what comes next."

The conversation shifted to lighter topics as they enjoyed each other's company, catching up on recent events and sharing stories from their missions on Pabu. A sense of camaraderie and warmth filled the room, a testament to the bonds they had forged through shared experiences and challenges.

Later that evening, after Rex and Echo had departed, Amina and Hunter found themselves alone in their house. A quiet sense of contentment settled between them as they sat together on the couch,

Amina nestled against Hunter's side. "I'm glad we told them," Amina murmured softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Hunter's knee. "It feels good to share our happiness with our friends."

Hunter pressed a kiss to the top of Amina's head, his voice gentle. "Me too," he replied, his arms tightening around her in a comforting embrace. "They're our family, Amina. They deserve to celebrate this with us."

Amina sighed happily, her heart full with love for Hunter and their growing family. "I just hope Omega will be as excited as we are," she admitted, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Hunter chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "She adores you, Amina," he reassured her, his fingers gently lifting her chin so she met his gaze. "She's going to be thrilled."

Amina smiled up at Hunter, her doubts easing under his unwavering confidence. "You're right," she conceded, leaning into his touch. "I can't wait to tell her."

Hunter's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with affection. "We'll tell her tomorrow," he decided, his tone firm but gentle. "After breakfast, just the three of us."

Amina nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect. "Sounds perfect," she agreed warmly, resting her head against Hunter's shoulder. "I can't wait."

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The next morning, before Omega went to the shore to sit and watch Crosshair practice his sniper skills, she went into the kitchen to grab a fruit pastry when she noticed Hunter and Amina sitting at the dining table, talking to each other in hushed voices. She hesitated, sensing a moment meant for them, but curiosity got the better of her.

"Morning," Omega greeted cheerfully, trying not to interrupt but clearly intrigued.

Amina looked up with a warm smile, her hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach. "Morning, Omega," she replied, her voice soft yet filled with an unusual excitement.

Hunter glanced over at Omega, his expression fond. "Hey, Omega," he greeted warmly, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

Omega tilted her head, studying their expressions. There was something different about them today- a sense of anticipation that piqued her curiosity even more. "What's going on?" she asked, unable to contain her curiosity any longer.

Amina exchanged a quick glance with Hunter, a silent communication passing between them. She took a deep breath, feeling a surge of nerves and excitement mingling within her. "We have something we want to share with you," she began gently, her eyes locking with Omega's.

Omega's brows furrowed slightly, sensing the weight behind Amina's words. "Okay," she replied slowly, her curiosity growing. "What is it?"

Hunter reached out, gesturing for Omega to join them at the table. "Sit down, Omega," he encouraged warmly, his voice calm and reassuring.

Omega moved to the table, perching on the edge of a chair, her eyes darting between Amina and Hunter. "Is everything okay?" she asked, a hint of concern creeping into her voice.

Amina smiled gently, reaching out to take Omega's hand in hers. "Everything's more than okay, Omega," she assured her, her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her chest.

Hunter took a deep breath, his gaze softening as he looked at Omega. "We wanted to wait for the right moment to tell you," he began, his voice gentle yet filled with warmth. "And we thought today would be perfect."

Omega's confusion deepened, but she sensed the seriousness in Hunter's tone. "Tell me what?" she pressed, unable to hide the curiosity that tinged her voice.

Amina took a moment to gather her thoughts, feeling Hunter's reassuring presence beside her. "Omega," she started softly, her eyes locked with Omega's curious gaze, "we're going to have a baby."

Omega blinked, her mind struggling to process the words. "A baby?" she repeated softly, her eyes widening in surprise.

Hunter nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yes, Omega," he confirmed gently, his eyes reflecting the joy and anticipation he felt. "Amina's pregnant."

Omega's initial shock gave way to a radiant smile. "Oh wow," she breathed out, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. "That's amazing!" She got out of her chair and leaned up to wrap her arms around Amina’s shoulders.

Amina returned the embrace, feeling a surge of warmth and affection. "We're so glad you're happy," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

Omega pulled back slightly, her eyes still wide with excitement. "When did you find out?" she asked eagerly.

Hunter chuckled softly, his hand resting on Amina's back. "Around a week ago," he explained, his voice warm. "We wanted to make sure everything was alright before we told you."

Omega's smile widened even more. "I can't believe it," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I'm going to be a big sister!"

Amina laughed softly, her eyes shining with happiness. "Yes, you are," she agreed, her heart swelling with love for Omega. "And we couldn't be more thrilled."

Hunter nodded, his expression filled with pride and affection. "You're going to be a wonderful big sister, Omega," he said warmly. "We have no doubt about that."

Omega beamed at the praise, her excitement palpable. "Thank you," she said, her voice full of gratitude. "I can't wait to help."

Amina and Hunter shared a quick glance, their hearts full as they took in Omega's joy. This was exactly the reaction they had hoped for.

and finally! amina and hunter are going to have a baby!!

also, i'm totally guessing omega's age so i could be wrong.

tags: @callsign-denmark

#tbb hunter #tbb hunter x oc #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter x fem!jedi #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #hunter tbb x oc #hunter tbb x reader #sergeant hunter x oc #sergeant hunter x reader #star wars #star wars fanfiction #tbb hunter x amina skywalker

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the-jam-to-the-unicorn · 11 months ago

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Hey everyone ...

I guess, I'm back (more or less).

First of all, thanks for all the messages and the love. ❤️❤️❤️ It's really sweet of all of you to be so concernced about me. ❤️❤️❤️

I am getting better (sooner or later), so I'll try to be back and more active. On top of my list is finishing the new Showman and all the advent calendar fanfics as soon as possible. Please have a tiny bit of more patience. I'm very, very, very and deeply sorry about how this went and I wish, I could have managed to still upload the fics every day. I'll try to post them as soon as possible.

Also, answering all the messages and finally coming around to post all the content and check up on what I missed (on tumblr, with my mutuals, with Ze and Olena, ... - if anyone wants to update me, feel free to send a message ❤️).

And about what happened, for anyone who wants to know (putting under a cut for anyone who doesn't care which is totally fine):

I started to have back problems some weeks ago but I more or less ignored them. I was being very active over the last few weeks, did a lot of sport and increased the difficulty and on top of that was a bit stressed about several things in my life (like the whole eye infection thing but also other things). So I thought my back pain was a mixture of sore muscles and just stress. Since the back pain also disappeared sometimes or was barely noticable, I thought, it's probably nothing.

Oh boy, was I wrong.

Over the last weekend my back started to get worse but since I had a pretty intense training on Friday, I still thought it's just sore muscles. On Monday it got really awful and I started to have a lot of pain all the time, to a point, were I needed stronger and stronger medication and could barely move. On Tuesday my boyfriend dragged me to the doctor but since he was already gone, I got an appointment for Wednesday, believing that would be no problem (I was massively downplaying my pain since I hate, hate, hate doctors thanks to my anxiety - which sucks since I have super nice and awesome doctors but unfortunately my anxiety doesn't care).

Welp, I did not make it until Wednesday. By Tuesday afternoon I was in so much pain that I was basically crying non-stop and could only move with pain. In the end, my boyfriend put me in the car and we drove to the emergency room (anxiety and immense pain is not a great combination, so on top of all that - hello panic attacks; but bless my boyfriend for doing this and getting me help).

In the emergency room they drugged with the heavy stuff to stop the pain and ease my nerves and after hours, I was allowed to leave, with strong painkillers in my bag.

Next day I went to my doctor and ever since he's treating me with strong painkillers and therapy starting next week.

I needed some days to get used to the painkillers and give my body some rest (also because I was emotional and psychially drained - it was hard on my psyche since this was another health issue in a long row I had this year and I had yet again to go to the hospital). I'm not pain free, the pain is just managable. Sitting hurts after a short time, lying on a flat surface is okay, standing is 50:50 of being in pain or not so much.

I still have an MRT coming up next week. Let's see what that says.

I am on my way of recovery and my doctor said it needs up to two weeks before my back starts to get better, so at this point, I'm counting down days and try to numb the pain as much as possible.

No idea who cursed my health this year, but sincerely fuck you and find someone else. I've honestly seen enough doctors, hospitals, machines and medications this year.

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polarisbibliotheque · 1 year ago

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Little Update + Nemesis and Survivor's Blood Shenanigans

Hello my dear little cryptids! I hope your days are doing fine and your cups of tea remain warm for a long time - or cold, if it's hot in your area!

Just a little update, I'm travelling today to a small town devoided of internet (I love it, I'm a woodland creature, as we call it in my language) and I might disappear for a while. But fret not! I'll be taking my pc with me and I'll keep writing and figuring out a way to post here whenever I have new stuff!

I'll probably write on my pc and then upload here from my cellphone, the only thing that will have some internet (it'll be precious, but I think I can manage it for 15 days).

Regarding the longfics!

On Survivor's Blood, I got to the final words I had before and now I'm completely on uncharted territory. As I said before, I started writing it in Portuguese and then translated to English - now, there's nothing. I'm freaking out, but luckily I had an outline already for this one, so I know where we're going xD

You might notice, though, a little tone difference. Use of words and such. I started writing it around 2 years ago and posted now, so I'm writing a little differently than before - plus, I think I have a different writing voice in Portuguese and in English, if that makes sense. I hope you like it, though!

On Nemesis, oh boy, we got new things coming!! I'm very excited! I got an idea for it the last couple of days and I'm just putting it down on paper to have a better understanding and view of what I want to do. I don't know how many chapters we'll have, but I hope I can do that thing I said before - having as many chapters as there's missions on a DMC game!

There'll be a lot of things to get to where I want to in the story, but I'm planning out to see if it works. Might take a while, but it'll be worth it! Plus, get ready for the slowburn of the century: the Reader and Vergil will stare at each other with the longing of a thousand years and then leave as if nothing has ever happenned for quite a while on this one.

I hope to see you soon here! I'll keep updating whenever I have the opportunity!

#polaris speaks #personal update #update #nemesis #dmc nemesis #survivor's blood

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jokeringcutio · 1 year ago

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Quick update:

I haven't had time to write new tales, but will try to write and upload the drabble for the anon who donated me money :) This is my first to-do thing. (I had wanted to have the tale up this week but what came out.-. I wasn't content with it, so I'm redoing it).

I shut down my Ko-Fi page because of my lack of time to write atm. If you like my work and want to fund me, a new option will arrive soon. I am working on that, but that as well has been delayed a little. I think many of you will appreciate the effort I am putting in once you see the result.

The Multi-chapter fics: I'd planned to update them in time but didn't manage to. I'll post it here when new chapters have been uploaded. This should happen soon. They are already written but I want to cast an eye over them and to do that, I need both the time and to be clear-minded enough to do so. But don't worry, they will be uploaded soon.

I have been receiving new prompts. My ask is currently closed because of too little time to properly write. This doesn't mean I will ignore all the prompts that came tumbling in. But writing currently hasn't my priority, as I try to balance family life with work and the projects I am working on.

Work, Social life, Family. I admit, I have been distracted by my personal Grabber irl who properly managed to grab me. 👀 (If you read this, love, you know I mean you). But heading towards the holidays and being on my own with my kids all day, I am just too tired to properly write in the evenings and don't really get around to it. I'll let you all know when I am back in full writing mode again.

TLDR; Delays: but expect new chapters, a new drabble, and a new way to help me out financially (which I really need and which is why these projects hold my priority right now).

#personal note #grabber fic #fanfiction updates

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mythgrippa-blog · 1 year ago

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New session

Finally got to finish my 6-7 month group project, and the booth we set up looked really nice. I just stood there and everyone came to ask questions, our set up was like a science fair type thing, we had our monitors set up, posters on two boards and QR Codes to use our website posted around our booth.

As soon as 9 o clock struck, people were already going to our booth and asking questions. They almost caught us off guard

I was ready to talk about anything involving the system and its components, the bad news was that our facial recognition was taking a bit of break so no one's faces were being recognized in uploaded images and also image uploads had a long delay because we were doing image processing first before uploading images. This wouldn't be an issue if we managed to redeploy our backend services using a new google cloud instance. So, the reason they weren't being recognized was probably because we had too many image uploads and too few instances? Or was it was something else? I don't know

But despite that everything else went fine, explaining the app was really cool and I really liked the ones who wanted to talk about the backend. Our backend has matured from simple concept art to what it is now. Let's see each version.

I couldn't find the proof of concept image but we can just go through it step by step.

Early

Another version

The final version

The back end architecture is pure micro services and I love it! Everyone loved it, it was so good I legit thought we were going to win the best architecture award. But we didn't, it went to a different team and the reason that team won was because they were able to separate technology from architecture... :(

Well that was the project, the website servers will go down in less than a week. It was nice, now I can focus on other stuff.

Last night I managed to implement an ssh honey pot and it was nice. I didn't create the whole thing from scratch, I made use of pshitt and mapped the ssh server to a different port.

However I need to ramp up my programming skills, especially if I want to get good at this hacking biz or what not. So, my days as a developer are somewhat over, definitely as a group leader.

I'm retired now haha! I feel so free and relaxed, but I can't let my guard down though

Well there's a lot more going on that I Wanted to write about today but I'm literally in a class (not really a class I'm supposed to attend but its whaevs), I'll update a different day.

Thanks for reading :D

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harksness · 3 years ago

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Sleeping Habits

Kinktober (now Hoevember) Day 4!

A/N: The short, curly red hair is my favorite Nat hairstyle. I just think it suits her the best compared to the other ones. I'm not biased bcs I also have short, curly red hair I promise. But I hope you all enjoy!! I'm hoping to have the last few out very soon. I'll be able to be more reliable with my uploads once I finish college next month.. I'm sorry about the delays 😭

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut! Somnophilia. Less kinky more soft n sweet.

Moments like this are too few and far between.

Typically, you come home after a long shift to a cold bed since Natasha is often away on some top secret mission. But here she finally is- snoozing soundly and keeping the bed warm as she waits for your return. You smile as you watch her sleeping form, the redhead completely enraptured by slumber with a peaceful aura surrounding her and her features calm and content.

A bit of pride swells in your chest at the realization the Black Widow feels safe enough with you to let her guard down and truly sleep. In the beginning of your relationship, she’d stay awake or would be woken up by the littlest sound or movement on your end, but now when you sleep together it seems as if it's the only time she'll let herself completely succumb to slumber and fully rest. Sometimes she even sleeps so hard that she drools a bit and snores softly. You lean against the doorframe to your shared bedroom as you slip off your shoes as silently as possible.

You approach the bed, admiring how beautiful she is. Her curled locks are an absolute mess, sticking to her cheeks and splayed out on the pillow beneath her head. Her features are relaxed and lips slightly parted as she lets out soft puffs of air.

The blankets have long since been kicked from her body in response to the intense summer heat, and you've never been so grateful for such miserable weather because it allows you to admire her beauty. Your eyes trail down her pale skin that’s illuminated by the moonlight, your gaze catching on her moles and freckles, trying to commit every detail to memory. She’s wearing nothing but a tight black tank top that has ridden up to show the soft flesh of her lower abdomen and a pair of black underwear.

You suddenly remember a conversation the two of you had the last time she was home about trying something new in bed. An internal battle wracks your brain momentarily as you go back and forth, torn between excitement over trying this for the first time and feeling guilty over possibly waking her from her much needed sleep.

Natasha also bet you that you couldn’t do this without waking her up. That she would catch you before you even started pleasuring her. Her keen assassin senses are just too sharp, she insisted, but now you’re determined to prove her wrong.

That thought ends your internal debate.

You swallow hard as you approach the end of the bed. You count yourself lucky that she’s already laying on her back, legs spread just a bit. She really can be a bed hog sometimes. You and Clint once joked about that at a late night Avenger’s party, Tony and Steve eagerly absorbing every detail about her unexpected sleeping habits so they could tease her about it later.

You carefully raise one leg, resting your knee against the end of the mattress and sinking your weight into the plush bedding as slowly as you can manage. You listen to her breathing, focusing intensely on her features for any sign of her having woken up. You cautiously move your other leg onto the bed.

Once both of your knees are balanced on the end of the mattress, you carefully lower yourself so that your face is in between her soft thighs. You hold your breath as her own breathing hitches before returning to normal. You let out a controlled sigh of relief, scared of waking her up.

You raise a hand and softly ghost your fingers over her underwear, biting your lip eagerly when you feel how wet she is already. Another hitch in her breath and another pause from you. Once again, when her breathing regulates you continue your movements, ensuring that your touch starts out as light as it can possibly be.

Your gaze is constantly flickering from her slumbering features to where your fingers are against her. You increase the pressure, now softly grinding your fingers into her.

No sign of her being awake yet.

She lets out a soft moan that’s all breath and clouded in sleep. That’s how you are positive she’s still sleeping, Natasha is usually quiet and controlled when you have sex, but with her mind hazy she obviously can’t control her volume. It's music to your ears.

You press down a bit harder, now being able to find a rhythm and search for the spot that will give her pleasure. You don’t press down too hard yet, though, hoping to slowly get her accustomed to your touch so that you don’t wake her up right away.

You can feel her growing wetter with each drag of your fingers. You take your time, softly toying with her and teasing her as you begin grinding your fingers up into her more firmly, a soft sigh leaving Natasha's lips.

Your eyes flicker up to her features. She’s still asleep. You count your lucky stars at that.

Carefully, you pull her underwear to the side. You make sure that your movements are still slow and cautious, determined to keep her asleep for as long as possible. You lean in, and lick softly at her wet folds. It's gentle and cautious, the tip of your tongue just ghosting over her.

The strokes of your tongue become more firm as you lick broad stripes through her folds. You drag your tongue from her entrance to her clit, deciding to try your luck and softly, oh so softly suck on the little bud before slipping your tongue lower and toying with her entrance.

Her soft sighs have become more regular, and your heart swells. You’re reveling in Natasha’s sweet noises. You'll need to do this more often, you think to yourself as your eyes slide closed and you get lost in the feeling of her. You’ve missed her, and being able to express your love for her like this.

The frequency of her content sighs should have you alarmed and being more cautious but you don’t care anymore. You’ve already won the bet, you just want to hear more of her.

You slip your tongue inside of her and she lets out a breathy moan before threading her fingers into your hair. You immediately freeze, your eyes snapping to hers. She’s looking down at you with traces of sleep still on her features.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account..”

Her words are slightly slurred, eyes half lidded. You heed her words and continue your movements, desperate to please the woman above you.

Natasha’s head rolls back as you press your mouth against her more firmly. She sighs, running her fingers through your hair as she lazily rolls her hips against your face.

The redhead hums in pleasure, grabbing your hair more tightly and pressing your face into her. You moan, the noise muffled because of how your mouth is occupied. She takes control of you, and you’re quick to give her what she wants.

She’s letting out breathy noises, her eyes closed as she wraps a leg around your shoulder, continuing to fuck your face. Again, you moan into her at her desperation.

You guide your tongue in and out of her, swaying your head from side to side to make sure your nose brushes her clit.

“M’ close..”

She mumbles out, pressing her heel into your back and trying to have you as close to her as humanly possible. Everything around you is Natasha and you don't know how you ever went a second without her. You wrap your arms around her thighs, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin in your palms as you get lost in her.

You double your efforts, not caring if you suffocate right here and now. You’d die happy.

You’re licking at her desperately, your tongue growing tired as you meet the desperate roll of her hips against your face. You persevere through the fatigue, however, wanting nothing more than to see her writhe in pleasure for you again.

Her grip on your hair makes your scalp sting in the best way as she pulls you closer, her leg tensing around your shoulder as she sits up a bit, leaning back on her elbow. You’re in heaven watching her.

Watching as the usually stoic and controlled woman loses herself is hypnotic as she heaves for air, red curls sticking to her neck and forehead as her face contorts in pleasure, the buck of her hips against your face becoming more frantic.

You watch with wide eyes as she moans once more, her thighs and hand tensing in a death grip around your shoulders and in your hair as she snaps.

Your fingers are softly biting into the flesh of her thigh as you watch her ride out her pleasure, continuing to roll her hips against your mouth. You help her drag it on for as long as you can, meeting the frantic movements of her hips. You absorb every little detail, how her eyes squeeze shut and the soft noises she makes as she gets lost in pleasure. Her grip on your hair slowly loosens, her leg wrapped around your back relaxing.

You lean back on your legs, leaving one hand softly gripping her thigh. You can’t find it in you to completely pull away from her, wanting to be touching her in some way or another as you heave for air, wiping your lips and chin across the back of your hand.

You squeeze the flesh comfortingly, tracing random patterns onto her skin with your thumb. Natasha’s chest rises and falls below you as she catches her breath.

She tilts her head forward, meeting your gaze. A suggestive smirk overtakes her lips as she watches you, raising a hand and reaching out for you.

“I think I should apologize for underestimating you..”

You return her smirk with one of your own as you lean forward, and she grabs your shoulder and guides you so that you’re leaning over her. You grin down at your girlfriend.

“Well.. If you insist..”

Natasha threads her fingers into your hair once again, guiding you to meet her lips halfway as she crashes her mouth against yours.

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d7kyoshi · 2 years ago

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Are you ok? I mean you haven't uploaded new chapters of lor for quite sometime and I was wondering. No pressure though. Take as much time as you need and I love your work.

Sorry for any scare I may have caused, but all is well here!

I've been both busy and in quite the writer's block. One day you are cruising along, busting out multiple chapters and one shots. Then the next, can't even manage 100 words.

But! I took today off from work so I could actually have a day to breathe, relax, and catch up on writing. Zero shame. Zero ragrets.

I'll be posting a few chapters of LoR today in hopes of getting caught up. There are a few more prompt-related fics I have written on the side that I hope to get posted soon as well.

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Four: The Three Broomsticks

A/N: This is the fourth part to my fanficiton ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1733

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

The following days transpired just as the day before had done; a lot of potion brewing and a little conversation. However, more notably Severus Snape was actually participating in the conversation for once. Aria could not yet say she had seen a pleasant side to the man, however he was acceptable to converse with at the very least. By the end of the third day he no longer pretended to busy himself with textbooks and he actually elected to help with the potion brewing for once. Being able to talk to the Professor and ask him any questions helped her a great deal in learning the correct procedures. She felt herself being more at ease around him, and soon enough they had developed their own way of working together, that she found quite enjoyable. Even Severus had become accustomed to the woman's presence in his classroom as she pranced around the cauldrons, laughing every now and then at his sarcastic comments he hadn't entirely meant to be humorous.

Aria had been lost in thought as she stirred the final potion to completion. "I was thinking." She said cautiously. "It's pretty hard finding things to occupy myself at nights, there isn't much to do here, except aimlessly wandering the halls. How do you feel about maybe taking a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend, have some dinner, maybe drinks? It would make a change from the elves cooking, although I admit they'd be pretty hard to beat."

"I appreciate the offer Miss Dumbledore. However you know how I feel about spending time with Mr. Hagrid, I doubt a change of setting would convince me, especially with the addition of alcohol." Severus spoke, his tone softer than it usually would at such a request.

"Hagrid wouldn't be there." She hastened to add. "He mentioned he has business out with the castle grounds. I just figured since the two of us would be here anyway, it wouldn't make any sense for us to sit alone."

"You may have forgotten, Miss Dumbledore, but I like being alone. I eat alone every night, and I do not wish to simply be your back up plan, now Hagrid has left you to do the same."

"I don't mean for you to be a back up plan Sev- Professor Snape. I just think it might do us both some good. After all haven't we been getting along better these past few days." Aria wanted to get to know the man more, she felt they had got off on the wrong foot and the way to fix this was spending more time together, and hopefully they would even become friends at the end of it all.

"You haven't been as disagreeable as I expected you would be, I will admit. This does not change my previous opinion." He stated.

"At least consider it." She pleaded.

With a sigh Snape flipped another page. "I'll consider it." He agreed, continuing reading his book, no longer interested in conversing with the young witch.

The next few days dragged in more than ever. Aria enjoyed keeping herself busy and was not used to having this much free time. The only thing keeping her sane was her passions for drawing and nature. She chose to combine the two and spend her days outside, sketching the beautiful landscape she found herself in. She preferred to opt for portraits, capturing the essence of humanity in her sketches, but trees were fine too. She shrugged.

Sunday morning eventually came around and Aria chose to tackle something she had been putting off ever since her arrival at Hogwarts. A small pile of letters had accumulated on her bedside table, ignoring each one as they came in. She immediately recognised the scrawled writing on the envelope and could not face opening them. Every second day she received a letter and it broke her heart knowing what lay within. Reading each one carefully, she knew she could not face writing the response the sender desperately awaited. Instead she scribbled a small, generic reply, making sure to include that she would be too busy to write often due to her crazy schedule. This of course was a lie as she had virtually nothing planned for the next couple of weeks until term begun. Aria did not want to face even reading any more letters as long as she remained at Hogwarts, and so she swore to herself she wouldn't no matter how hard she knew it would be.

A firm knock echoed through her quarters just as Aria sent her letter off with beautiful brunette barn owl. "Come in." She called curious as too who would be calling on her. Shocked to see Professor Snape striding into her private chambers, Aria couldn't help but question his presence there.

"I've had time to think about your offer." He stated blankly, visibly out of his comfort zone.

"And?" Aria pressed.

"And I suppose there would be no harm in joining you for one meal. After all, as you say, we both will be here alone, we may as well keep each other company."

"Fantastic!" His colleague gleamed, jumping up from her position on her couch. "Just give me some time to get ready and I'll meet you there? Say six oclock at the Three Broomsticks?"

"Six is fine with me. Don't be late." He warned, leaving the room just as quickly as he came.

Aria entered the Three Broomsticks at five forty-five, ensuring Snape had no reason to reprimand her once again for her tardiness. It stunned her to find the sallow skinned man already sitting at a booth, firewhiskey in hand, patiently waiting on her arrival. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched him tap out a rhythm on the side of his glass as he took yet another sip. She wondered if it was out of impatience or nervousness, either way she thought it slightly endearing to see.

Hearing the click of a familiar set of heels quickly approaching him, Severus Snape looked up from his glass, almost needing to hold back the urge to smile, but managed to keep his composure. He rose to his feet, holding out a hand to greet the fellow Professor, instantly cursing himself for such a foolish action. "Sit." He commanded, motioning to the seat across from his own. "I'll get you a drink."

"Oh no, there's really no need Professor." Aria insisted, shaking her head, causing her beach-like waves to brush over her exposed shoulders. "I'm afraid alcohol doesn't agree with me at the best of times." She admitted.

"Correct me if I am wrong, Miss Dumbledore, but as I recall it was you who suggested a meal and drinks. Or did I mishear you." Snape asked, feeling almost foolish, having already down two glasses of Firewhiskey.

"I did say that didn't I." The young Miss Dumbledore blushed. "I apologise, sometimes I just cannot stop myself when I speak, I often forget the consequences of drinking, which as it happens is the ultimate consequence of drinking." She chuckled.

The older man shot her a small look of disdain, not at all as amused as she had expected him to be. He let out a small grunt of dissatisfaction, and proceed to down the dregs of his drink.

It took a few more awkward moments of silence and Severus being slightly more irritable that Aria had wished for before the two finally settled in to a rhythm of conversation. Soon enough it came time to eat and Aria took it upon herself to call over the waitress. As he ordered Aria watched as Severus made no effort to look up at the woman serving him. It crossed her mind that maybe this was a deliberate attempt at ignoring her voluptuous breast and curvature of her hips. However, on the other hand she considered that maybe he truly was not interested as she thought back to their conversation a few days before.

"She's stunning." Aria couldn't help but observe. "You should go for it, chat her up, she might be into the dark, brooding, intellectual type."

"As I told you before, Miss Dumbledore, dating it not top priority for me. If you find her so attractive why don't you, as you say, 'chat her up'." Snape replied sarcastically, not expecting the woman to take him seriously.

"I might just." She said, finding her eyes following the waitress back to the kitchen for a moment or two. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous as the witch watched the woman walk away from their table, though he was not sure why.

"So tell me Professor Snape." The young Professor began. "What are the other Professor's at Hogwarts like? Who am I took look out for? Who's my competition." She grinned, wriggling her eyebrows menacingly.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean." He hummed in response.

"You know." She shrugged. "Who are you close with? Will I have to fight them for custody of you." She laughed, although the Professors expression did not change. "What I'm trying to say Severus is, I'm new here, besides yourself and Hagrid I know no one. I'd like to consider us friends, though you may have a different opinion. I was simply trying to express my nervousness at being the new girl. I was hoping you'd be able to help me settle in, introduce me to your other friends and colleagues that is." She sighed.

"You do not seem to understand my disposition, Miss Dumbledore, that which I feel I have made abundantly clear. I am not one to socialise. I am not one to make friends. I am here to teach and teach alone. I do what your grandfather asks of me and that is the extent of my relationship with the staff. They understand how I am, and respect that. I do not bother them and in return they do not bother me. You have been the first to struggle with this concept, Professor." He struggled to grant her the title.

"I didn't realise." Aria stuttered slightly, not understanding how she had not caught on. "I had simply thought you had a vendetta against me, due to my position here at Hogwarts. I didn't realise you shut yourself off from everyone. I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused you." The tone of her voice softening, becoming almost a whisper-like volume. She was embarrassed she had forced him out of his habits and brought him to the Three Broomsticks to clear the air. She realised now it had been a pointless act. This man had been stuck in his ways for over a decade and she would not change that a fortnight into knowing him.

"I am here, aren't I." Severus stated, trying not sound as harsh as he previously had. "Had I truly despised you I would not be wasting my time here with you. I have come to the realisation that if we are to work in such a close proximity to each other, it would be best if we maintained at least some level of civility with one another."

"I appreciate the sentiment, Professor." She replied shyly, remaining silent. Immediately Severus regretted opening his mouth. He didn't entirely hate her company and in fact he had found himself starting to enjoy the evening. It took him a minute or two to gain the confidence to speak the words aloud, but he figured the pay off was worth the sacrifice of a small amount of pride.

"Will you stop fretting woman." He demanded. "I was just beginning to find your constant rambling tolerable. If I wished to spend the evening in silence, I wouldn't have made the effort to accept your invitation to come here tonight. You have managed to entice me thus far, do not spoil what may be your one chance at a friendship with me."

"A friendship?" This piqued her interest.

"You know what I mean. A working relationship. A tolerance. A chance for me to accept your position as my apprentice." Snape corrected himself, fumbling over his words.

"Mmmm." She smirked, taking a small sip of butterbeer. "I'll just pretend a friendship is off the cards for us then, Professor. Although I don't recall you mentioning trips to Hogsmeade as an exception to your reclusive personality." She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Despite his annoyance at her persuasive abilities, and daring comments, he was glad he had convinced her back to her previously inquisitive self.

Both choosing to ignore any reservations they might have about their 'non-friendship' the two spoke for hours with ease. With each empty glass of fire whiskey Severus Snape found himself relaxing more into the conversation, his reputation becoming a distant memory. It was the first he had allowed himself to truly relax in possibly the whole of his life.

It seemed in one evening Severus had gotten to know all there was to know about Aria's life, although strangely she mentioned nothing regarding her family and Snape chose not to pursue the subject. He loved listening to her talk, she was a rambler, rarely needing any interjection from him except the odd mumble here and there and that's the way he liked it. He was a listener, he loved taking in new information no matter the subject. Most importantly it meant he did not have to share anything about himself, unless the woman specifically asked, and even in those rare occasions, she knew better than to pressure him when he chose not to provide an answer.

Aria told him of the schooling she received in Ilvermorny, her school in America. She told him of her job working in a local alchemists after she left school. She confided in him of her dream to become a professor, or an auror even, really she was just desperate to make a difference in someone's life and her dream would not succeed by spending the rest of her days working in a dingy old shop. "And that's why your grandfather brought you here?" He questioned, the topic piquing his interest. "You told him of your dream to teach?" "I guess you could say that." She agreed, not wanting to raise any more questions than necessary. "He didn't bring me from America though, if that's what your meaning. I was already here. My mother sent me to school in America to protect me, with all that Wizarding War carry on and what with me being a Dumbledore, she didn't want to put me in any more danger than I already was. She remained here with my father however and I visited on the holidays." Snape raised a single brow at the mention of her mother and father but changed the subject completely, seeing the woman being to shy away slightly.

"It's getting late." Severus observed. "I should walk you back to the castle before it gets too dark."

"That would be nice" Aria smiled, rising from her seat.

The couple made their way back to the beautiful lit up castle as the sky turned a deep shade of blue above them. They continued to speak all the way down to the dungeons, this time Severus participating just as much as Aria. The Potions Master escorted his apprentice to the door of her quarters, the two of them swaying awkwardly not knowing where to go from here.

"You can come in for a drink... if you'd like." Aria hesitated to ask. "Although I'm not sure I have anything alcoholic, so tea might need to suffice."

"I appreciate the invitation, but it's been a long day for me, I'm afraid I must retire for the night." Now they were back in the familiar castle grounds Severus felt as though he had suddenly returned to his body, and the events of the night lingered at the forefront of his mind, a deep feeling of regret developing in his stomach.

"Very well." Aria agreed, feeling slightly uncomfortable herself. "Good night, Professor Snape."

"Good night, Miss Dumbledore." He spoke softly, rocking anxiously the balls of his feet, waiting for the woman to disappear into her quarters. With a simple nod and one final smile from Aria, she vanished from his sight. The sound of the door closing echoed through the halls, ringing in Severus' ears, and suddenly he felt more alone than he ever had before.

Aria stood with her back to the door, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. As much as she enjoyed the evening with her mentor, the intense awkwardness that occurred at her door, got her thinking about the man on the other side. Her intention was to get to know the man better, and though he did not confide in her much, she felt she had achieved that, maybe more than anyone ever had.

Why had he allowed her to get close to him when he claimed to distance himself from the world?

This thought circled her brain for the rest of the night.

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cocastyle · 5 years ago

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Change - Ch. 1 | F O U R

Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,294

A/N - yay another chapter! I thought I would sneak in a few cute Bill and Y/N scenes during this chapter so I hope you enjoy it! also, I have uploaded a few parts to my Stranger Things rewrite and plan to upload more soon! it’s called Wonderwall and is a Steve Harrington x reader :)) please leave a comment below letting me know what you think so far! it really helps me with my writing when I know what you all enjoy whether that be the friendships Y/N has or the small moments with Bill!

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Y/N hadn't known what she was expecting to do once she had arrived at the quarry, but stripping down into nothing but her underwear had definitely not been it. Why she hadn't thought about what she was going to change into was beyond her, but the moment she realized she would have to wear nothing but her underwear in front of the boys was the moment she became frozen in place by Stan's bike.

No one seemed to notice the young girl's hesitation as Y/N leaned against Stan's bike handle. She stared down at her blue floral sundress, gulping slightly at the thought of having to take it off as she began to nervously bite her lip.

As if sensing her nervousness, Stan glanced over at his cousin as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. He frowned at her state before taking a step towards her. "Hey, are you okay?" he whispered, his eyes flickering over her face as he seemed to search for some sort of explanation.

"Uh. . .yeah," Y/N said as she nodded while the other boys glanced over at the cousins. "I just-I didn't realize I would have to swim in my underwear."

"There's always the option of swimming naked," Richie smirked as he wiggled his eyebrows, earning a whack in the head from Eddie while both Stan and Bill glared at their friend.

"Ignore him," Eddie muttered as he shook his head at the boy before he looked to the girl softly. "Sorry we didn't make it more clear. You could've brought a swimsuit if we had thought about it."

"You don't have to swim if you don't want to," Ben piped up, the boy giving her the smallest of smiles as if he understood the shyness she was going through.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered as she looked down, lightly hugging her arms as she did. "I'm just a little shy is all."

"There's n-n-nothing to be shy about," Bill assured her before he blushed at his own words. "I mean. . ." His eyes flickered between his friends, three of which were looking at him with smirks, one who was narrowing his eyes at the boy questioningly, and the last being Y/N who had started to blush as she gave him a confused look.

Realizing there was no going back from what he just said, Bill quickly spoke up again hoping to get everyone to forget. "There's a path that leads down to the b-b-bottom and you can just wait for us down there if you want," he suggested.

"Oh," Y/N said, her cheeks still bright red as she stared at Bill. She gave him a small smile as she nodded her head. "Thanks."

Bill just nodded in response and was quick to look away as he finished stripping down to his underwear and walked over to the drop off with Richie, Eddie, and Ben. That left Stan who finally tore his narrowed eyes away from Bill before looking to his cousin with a softening expression.

"I'm sorry. I should've said something before we left," Stan sighed as he placed a hand on the girl's arm.

"It's okay, Stanley. It's my fault really for not realizing. I'll just meet you boys at the bottom, okay?" she said. Stan was silent as he gave her a small look. Y/N only gave him a soft smile and put her hand on top of his arm that was holding onto her and whispered, "I'll be fine."

"Promise?" Stan asked as he held out his pinky to the girl.

Y/N chuckled softly making the curly haired boy join in as they both thought back to the many times they would pinky swear on promises. It was the most serious of promises as they liked to say, so it was important to them.

The girl linked her pinky with Stan's before nodding her head, "Promise."

Stan gave her pinky a small squeeze and smiled before pulling away to take off the last of his clothes. He glanced in his cousin's direction once more before jogging over to join his friends by the ledge while they began a loogie contest, leaving Y/N to stand by his bike.

Y/N got lost in her thoughts as she glanced over at the trail Bill had been talking about. Why couldn't she just be confident for once and go into the water? After all, it was only her cousin and his friends. So why was she so nervous?

"Oh my god, that was terrible. I win!" Richie exclaimed causing Y/N to lose her train of thought. The girl glanced over to where the boys were all standing and chuckled slightly at the sight of them all standing there in their underwear arguing about their loogies.

"You won?" Eddie asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Richie said as if there were no question to it.

"You see my loogie?" Eddie questioned, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as he wondered how Richie thought he could've won.

"Mine went the farthest. It's about distance!" Richie exclaimed.

"Mass. It's always been mass," Eddie insisted. Richie's eyes widened in disbelief and Y/N couldn't help but chuckle as she watched him throw his arms around for emphasis as he began to bicker with Eddie like usual. Sometimes they acted like an old married couple and Y/N found it to be the funniest and also the cutest thing ever.

"Y/N!" a voice greeted happily causing the girl to turn and see Beverly biking up to her.

"Beverly," Y/N greeted back before her eyes caught sight of the new hair cut the red head was sporting. "Woah. I love your hair!"

Beverly blushed slightly as she hopped off her bike, not really used to compliments. "Thanks," she said before she noticed that Y/N was standing by herself by the bikes. "What's the hold up? You not want to go in?"

"Oh, I do," Y/N assured her before she looked to the ground embarrassed. "I just didn't realize we would be in our underwear and am a little shy is all."

"Shy?" Beverly questioned. "You do realize it's like wearing a bathing suit, right? And it's only in front of those idiots."

She gestured towards the boys and Y/N let her eyes flicker over to them, catching onto the end of Eddie and Richie's fighting as Eddie said, "Who cares how far it goes when it's a measure of how cool it looks like it's green or it's white or juicy and fat?"

Y/N and Beverly both grimaced and let out small laughs as they looked to each other. "Fair point," Y/N nodded. "I just. . ." She trailed off and glanced down at her body. Beverly watched her in silence for a minute before smiling softly as she reached out to place a hand on the girl's shoulder, knowing exactly where the girl was coming from. After all, it wasn't like Y/N was the first girl in the world to be a little self-conscious.

Y/N glanced up at Beverly and saw her kind smile before the red head suggested, "How about we do this together? That way you're not alone."

Y/N was silent for a moment before she hesitantly nodded her head. Not being the only girl would definitely make her feel a little better.

Beverly smiled before gesturing towards the boys. "Come on. Let's show them how it's done," she said making Y/N grin.

"Alright. Who's first?" they heard Bill ask and Beverly quickly squeezed Y/N's hand in reassurance before yelling out, "We'll go!"

The five boys quickly turned around and Beverly smiled before letting go of Y/N's hand so that she could take her dress off. Y/N could feel the stares of the boys and she looked down before taking in a deep shaky breath.

"It's okay. There's nothing to be afraid of," Beverly assured her as she slipped off her shoes.

Y/N nodded before shakily slipping her dress off. She didn't dare look at the boys as she let her dress drop to the floor before her shaky hands moved up to her ponytail that was holding her hair back. She effortlessly pulled the tie out and it was only then that she let her eyes flicker up as she kicked off her shoes, her hair falling down in slight waves due to having been up.

Y/N looked to Beverly, not wanting to see the looks on the boys' faces and the red head was already smiling proudly at her. Beverly held a hand out and Y/N couldn't stop the smile growing on her own face as she took the girl's hand in her own, the two then running forward and towards the edge of the cliff.

"Sissies!" Beverly called out as they reached the edge of the cliff and Y/N barely had time to even look at the boys before the two had jumped off.

"What the fuck?" Y/N heard Richie cry out and she couldn't help but let out a loud laugh as she fell through the air with Beverly by her side.

It was only when they were about to hit the water that they let go of each other, each of the girls taking in a deep breath before plunging into the cold water.

"Ahhh, holy shit, we just got shown off by not only one girl, but two!" Richie cried out as the five boys looked down at the rippling water below them. "Also, Stan the Man, I don't know how it's possible, but your cousin manages to get hotter and hotter by the second."

That comment earned a glare from not only Stan, but the other boys as well, each of them not liking Richie's comment for different reasons.

"We have to do that now?" Stan asked as he looked back down at the water, watching in relief as he saw Y/N poke her head up and above the water, Beverly following not too long after.

"Yes," Eddie muttered nervously while the others looked down in disbelief.

Bill caught sight of Y/N looking up at them and he barely managed to see her smile from that far away before her voice called out to them, "Come on!"

"Oh shit!" Stan sighed, knowing that he would have to go in for sure now that his cousin had jumped.

The boys didn't stand there much longer before Bill had jumped off the cliff, the others all knowing he had only gone first to impress Y/N. It didn't take long for them to join him and before they knew, the whole group was down in the water splashing around with big grins on their faces.

Y/N had never felt as happy as she did in that moment where they were all engaged in a huge water fight. Joyous laughter escaped all of their mouths while they all splashed each other as much as they could while others tried to dunk some of them under water.

Y/N hadn't had many friends back home, not any real ones anyways. The only people she talked to were a few people in her classes who she worked with when she needed a partner for class or somewhere to sit at lunch.

But people to hang out with outside of school? She had never had anyone like that. She had only ever had Stan and the boys when she was visiting during the summer. But that had been five years ago and she hadn't seen Stan as much as she used to, so her friend count was basically nonexistent.

That's why she was so thankful for a moment like this. She needed it, especially with the whole divorce thing going on at home. Y/N had needed someone to make her happy, someone to keep her distracted from the shit storm life had thrown at her. And her cousin and his friends had been just the people she was looking for.

"Chicken!" Stan suddenly exclaimed, causing the group to stop their fighting and snapping Y/N out of her thoughts almost instantly. "Let's play chicken."

"What are you going on about, Stanley?" Y/N asked confused causing Richie to gasp out of pure horror.

"You don't know what chicken is?" Richie questioned in disbelief. "Stan, what are you teaching this girl?"

"Hey, don't blame me!" Stan insisted. "I thought she knew what chicken was!"

"Okay, see you keep saying it, but no one is actually explaining what it actually is," Y/N pointed out. "Saying it over and over isn't going to make me understand it any more than I already do."

"It's a g-g-game," Bill explained while the others nodded their heads.

"There are two teams of two and each pair has one of their people on the shoulders of the others. The objective is to basically try and knock the other off their partner's shoulders and into the water. First pair to fall loses," Eddie told her.

"Honestly, there's no use explaining it to her," Richie shrugged while the others looked to him. He smirked slightly before saying, "Everyone knows I'm the reigning champion. No need to get her hopes up in thinking that she can defeat me."

"Woah," Y/N laughed. "You sure about that, Richie? Who knows? Maybe I'm amazing at this game and you just don't know it yet."

"Yeah, and neither do you," Richie poked fun making both him and the girl chuckle.

"Well then let's find out," Y/N said while Richie gave her a surprised look.

"Oh, you're on," Richie laughed, a smirk appearing on his face. His eyes then lit up and he quickly yelled out, "I call Stan!"

"What?" Y/N cried out. "No fair!"

"No, what's not fair is you getting to have Stan as your partner because he's your cousin. Besides, I called him fair and square. He's my partner now," Richie insisted while Stan gave his cousin an apologetic look.

Y/N huffed in frustration and crossed her arms before yelling out, "Bill!"

Said boy instantly jumped in surprise at the fact that she was yelling his name before looking over at her. "Yes?" he said in a questioning tone.

"Want to be my partner and help me kick their asses?" Y/N asked, the fact that he had been her first choice after her cousin making him smile.

"It would be my p-p-pleasure," Bill laughed making the girl send a thankful grin his way before she swam over to him.

It was then that Bill seemed to realize that he would have to hold the girl up on his shoulders and he looked away with wide eyes and tried to control his nervous heartbeat as he went under water. He felt Y/N's feet graze against his shoulders before she sat down. Bill held his hands up and Y/N grabbed onto them, interlocking their hands as Bill stood up.

Their interlocked hands was the only reason Y/N managed to stay on top of Bill's shoulders as they tried to gain balance. And even when they had gained their balance, neither of them let go. It was only when Richie was securely on Stan's shoulders that they let go of each other's hands and Bill was sure to squeeze her hands in good luck before letting go, moving his hands down to grip onto her legs instead.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that Bill had chosen to grab onto her calves instead of her thighs and she smiled softly at how sweet the boy was before her kind nature turned into a menacing smile and narrowed eyes.

"You ready, Tozier?" Y/N called out making Richie laugh.

"You know it, babe," Richie winked at her.

"I'll flip you off right now if you call her that one more time," Stan threatened making Richie hold his hands up in defeat.

Bill chuckled softly and opened his mouth to begin the countdown. Y/N and Richie quickly got ready, both of them with their arms up in the air as they waited for Bill to tell them to start.

It was only when Bill had given them the green light that the two lunged forward, the intense game of chicken fight beginning. Their hands collided almost instantly and both began to trash talk each other as they tried their hardest to shove the other off of their partner.

Y/N didn't know how long they had been fighting for, but with her strength and Bill's tactfulness in the way he moved her forward at precise moments and would move out of the way enough to make Stan stumble, the two were eventually able to make Richie lose his balance so that he went flying back into the water, his leg ultimately dragging Stan underwater as well.

Y/N and Bill instantly let out a cry of victory while Beverly, Ben, and Eddie cheered the two on from the side. Richie and Stan eventually came back above the water only to find Y/N and Bill laughing and cheering. Richie rolled his eyes and slyly swam over to Bill without him noticing before taking his foot and gently kicking his knee from behind so that the boy's knee buckled.

This led to Bill losing his stance and Y/N wobbled on top of him before the two fell backwards into the water, screams escaping both of their lips as they fell. They came above the water with confused looks on their faces before they noticed Richie laughing with his hands holding on to his side.

Bill and Y/N both looked to each other and gave each other small nods before they turned and splashed Richie with as much water as they could. Richie fell silent almost instantly, his mouth wide open while his wet hair hung in his face.

Richie went to splash the two, but Stan quickly stopped him as he chuckled softly to himself. "Come on, Richie. Beverly and Ben want a turn," Stan told him, secretly winking at his cousin and Bill for having saved them while Richie frowned and turned to the boy.

"Fine, but this time I'm going to need you to work with me. How am I supposed to win when you can't fucking keep your balance?" Richie complained before he swam off with Stan, leaving Bill and Y/N to chuckle softly to themselves.

Y/N shook her head as she watched Richie and Stan start to fight against Beverly and Ben, laughter falling from her lips as Richie scolded her cousin for not doing anything to help out. Bill couldn't stop himself from watching the girl as she laughed, his eyes trailing over her face and the water droplets that rolled down her face and collected at her chin before she wiped them off.

The water seemed to make her skin sparkle in the sunlight, so it was pretty hard for Bill to look away from a view as beautiful as that.

But then Y/N was looking his way, having sensed his stare and Bill was quick to look to the water, acting as if he hadn't just been staring at her.

He heard the girl chuckle softly from beside him and Bill sighed before letting his eyes flicker back over to her, knowing that he had been caught and there was no use denying it. He was met with a stunning pair of e/c eyes and that Y/N Uris smile and a blush instantly spread onto his cheeks as he looked at her.

"H-H-Hi," Bill whispered, mentally face palming himself for being so stupid. Hi? Was he being serious right now?

Y/N didn't seem fazed and merely continued to smile at him, her eyes scanning over his features as she whispered, "Hi."

Bill didn't know how he hadn't noticed, but the two were a lot closer together than he had thought, their arms only being inches away. He didn't know what had him doing it, but with a sudden wave of bravery, the boy began to reach out, his hand brushing against the girl's arm before he began to trail down to her hand.

Y/N's eyes flickered down before she looked back up at the boy who was looking anywhere but at her face. Smiling softly to herself, Y/N also looked away before moving her hand up to brush against Bill's. The two were silent as their fingers brushed over each other's before they slowly began to come together, gently molding together until their hands were interlocked.

Neither of them dared to move, but each of them was trying desperately to hold back the smiles on their faces as they looked away from each other. What was going on was still a mystery to the two of them, but the only thing they knew was that it felt nice to be holding each other's hand. So they didn't bother saying anything about it.

But then Y/N's hand was jerking away from Bill's as she yelled out, "Ah fuck! What was that?"

Bill's eyes widened slightly and he looked to the girl like a lost puppy as he asked almost heartbreakingly, "W-W-What?"

Y/N's eyes widened as she realized what it must've seemed like and she quickly shook her head. "Oh, no. I. . .something bit my ankle," Y/N said, her eyes flickering over Bill's face as a look of relief took over his features.

He blushed slightly before saying, "Oh."

The others all seemed to have heard Y/N's scream and were swimming over to them in no time. "What's wrong? What happened?" Stan asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Something bit me," Y/N explained as she looked down at the water confused.

"Something bit you?" Eddie asked in horror, his eyes wide as he began to swim around a little frantically.

"Calm down, Eds," Richie said. "She probably just grazed her foot against a piece of glass or something.”

"Glass?" Eddie squeaked out, his face getting paler by the minute.

Bill, who had been frowning down at the water, didn't even hesitate before taking in a deep breath and diving under the water. He came back up not even a second later with laughter escaping his mouth as he looked to Y/N amused.

"It's a turtle," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he tried not to laugh. The others all chuckled while Y/N narrowed her eyes playfully at the boy.

"Shut it, Denbrough," Y/N muttered while the boy chuckled softly. Y/N joined him not too long later and the two smiled softly at each other as their laughter died down. However, they barely had time to even blink before water was splashed against both of their faces, their mouths dropping open as they squeezed their eyes shut to keep the water out.

"Payback, motherfuckers!"

"Tozier!"

And that was how their second round of water fighting began.

- - -

This here's a tale for all the fellas

Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us

Get shot down cause ya over-zealous

Play hard to get females get jealous

Y/N didn't know how Beverly had done it, but some how the red head had been able to convince her to get out of the water to sunbathe with her. It was like all the insecurities Y/N had before jumping in had washed away and Y/N hadn't even thought twice before getting out of the water to lay in the sun, a small smile gracing her face as the warmth of the sun kissed her skin.

Her h/c hair spilled out all around her in slight waves from having dried long ago and she seemed to be glowing because of how happy she was. Her teeth sparkled in the sunlight as she smiled and mouthed along to the words of 'Bust a Move' which was playing on the radio the group had brought.

Okay smarty go to a party

Girls are scantily clad and showin' body

A chick walks by you wish you could sex her

But you're standing on the wall like you was Pointdexter

Bill couldn't take his eyes off of the girl, none of the boys could really. All except for Stan who kept glaring at the boys for staring at his cousin in that way while also sneaking glances at Beverly, not used to seeing a girl in nothing but their underwear. The boys all sat a little wide eyed with their mouths slightly open as they gazed at the girls, but Bill only had eyes for Y/N and found it impossible to tear his gaze away from her.

Y/N didn't even seem to notice the staring coming from the boys, too caught up in the song to be paying any attention to her surroundings. She probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for Beverly lightly nudging the girl and whispering, "They're staring at us."

Next days function high class luncheon

Food is served and you're stone-cold munchin'

Music comes on people start to dance

But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants

It was then that Y/N finally acknowledged the stares and she instantly blushed before both her and Beverly turned their heads to look at the boys. Their eyes all widened in surprise and they were quick to look away, some of them coughing awkwardly while they all pretended as if they hadn't just been caught staring at the girls.

Beverly and Y/N glanced at each other and chuckled softly before turning their bodies around so that they were propped up by their elbows. While they did this, the boys who were still a little red faced tried to find something to do to make it seem like they hadn't been staring.

Richie eventually caught sight of Ben's backpack and grabbed it before looking to the boy with an amused expression as he used one of his many comedic voices to say, "News flash, Ben. School's out for summa."

Y/N chuckled softly at Richie who winked in her direction while Ben looked to his backpack. "Oh that? That's not school stuff," Ben told him while Richie began to rummage through his things.

His eyes lit up at something and he was quick to pull a small postcard out of the boy's backpack before looking to Ben with a smirk. "Who sent you this?" Richie asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at the boy.

Ben's eyes widened and he was quick to snatch the postcard from Richie before he could read anything. "No one!" Ben insisted while Richie smiled in amusement at the boy. Ben shook his head and shoved the postcard back into his backpack as he whispered, "No one."

Thankfully Richie didn't seem to want to pester the boy and moved on, pulling out a small blue folder from the boy's backpack and opening it up to reveal newspaper articles on the Black Spot explosion.

"What's with the history project?" Richie asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"Oh well, when I first moved here, I really didn't have anyone to hang out with so I just started spending time in the library," Ben explained while Richie handed the folder over to Bill.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows curiously and was quick to pull herself up onto her feet and go sit next to Bill as she glanced down at the newspaper. Bill's eyes widened slightly at the close proximity and stared at the girl for a split second before gulping softly and looking back down at the newspapers as he tried to calm his nerves.

"You went to the library? On purpose?" Richie questioned in both disgust and horror making Y/N chuckle and roll her eyes at the boy.

"Some people enjoy going to the library, Richie," Y/N informed him making the boy give her a confused look.

"Why?" he asked, his nose scrunching up as he looked at the girl in utter bewilderment.

"Oh, I wanna see," Beverly said as she scrambled to her feet and went to sit in between Bill and Ben, not noticing the way that Ben tensed ever so slightly before looking to the girl with a blush dusting his cheeks.

"What's the Black Spot?" Stan asked, having caught sight of the papers for a moment and wondering what exactly it was about.

"The Black Spot was a nightclub that was burned down years ago by that racist cult," Eddie explained.

"The what?" Stan questioned as both him and Y/N gave Eddie the same confused look.

Eddie blinked slightly in surprise at just how similar the two cousins looked in that moment with their eyebrows scrunching together and the corner of their mouth twitching up slightly into a confused smile as they stared at him before he asked, "Don't you watch Geraldo?"

"Who?" Y/N questioned making the boy give her an appalled look as he put a hand to his chest like her question had physically wounded him.

"Your hair," a soft voice said making the group turn away from their discussion to see that Ben was staring at Beverly with wide eyes. It was obvious he hadn't meant to say those words out loud and Beverly looked to the boy almost nervously as she gave him a confused look. Ben finally seemed to snap out of his daze as he said, "Your hair looks beautiful, Beverly."

Beverly blinked in surprise before smiling as she brushed some strands of hair behind her ear. "Oh, right. Thanks," she whispered while Ben looked to the ground bashfully.

Y/N and Bill both glanced at each other in confusion before Bill shrugged. Y/N smiled and let out a small chuckle while Bill watched her in adoration.

Richie looked between the two pairs who were obviously crushing on each other and rolled his eyes, not being able to take it anymore. "Here, pass," the boy said, snapping the four kids out of their trances as Bill tore his gaze away from Y/N to pass the folder to Richie.

"Why's it all murders and missing kids?" Richie asked as he glanced at the folder once again before passing it to Stan so that him and Eddie could see.

"Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once and it turns out people die or disappear six times the national average," Ben told them, his words making all of them stop what they were doing to look at him.

"You read that?" Beverly questioned while the kids all shared looks with one another. It didn't take a genius for them to realize that the mood had grown just a little darker, but Ben didn't seem to notice and continued.

"And that's just grown-ups. Kids are worse—way, way worse," Ben said while Y/N and Stan locked eyes. Y/N could see the small trace of fear on her cousin's eyes and she was sure her eyes held the same as they both gulped.

"I've got more stuff, if you want to see it," Ben suggested and Eddie was quick to shake his head as he looked to his friends. But by the looks on their faces, it was clear they wanted to go see what Ben was talking about. So all Eddie could do was let out a small sigh while Y/N offered him a sympathetic smile.

This was going to be fun.

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