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whoopsyeahokay · 4 months ago

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October Sun

summary: after you'd sent Xavier a text that told him not to meet you, you'd ventured to the school at dawn, alone, bouquet in hand as promised.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.24

It was barely 6AM. You'd hardly slept after Dave had returned you to the house. He'd watched you climb the stairs to the second floor, ever the persistent warden, before you'd heard him slink down to the basement he and Aurora had converted into their private apartment. Besides the numerous big reveals that had unfolded last night—Ajay's odd friendship with your sister, Simon's warped inverse of your ability, Maddie's soul penetrating the field of your cosmic artery, the soul-tie you and Wally somehow shared—besides all of that, something, a feeling of profound unrest, had kept you up. Had you staring at the green stars on Aiden's ceiling until your alarm began to chime.

Sharing a soul-tie with Wally should've been the thing that terrified you most amongst all that'd transpired. It was unheard of, curious, downright impossible in nature. Soul-ties were as fragile as they were strong and required both souls to be alive, together in the same lifetime in the world of the living, to exist. That Wally was extremely not alive should've made you question the validity of the connection you and he had. Especially given there was evidence of magical tampering on school grounds, a spiteful, bitter essence sickened into the ether that surrounded the campus.

And yet, that nor the symbol etched into the tree, that bastardized amalgamation of runic lines, hadn't been what you'd kept ruminating about from the moment you'd laid down until dawn. No, it'd been Dave. Something about how he'd come out of the trees, so steady and sure-footed; how his eyes had held your gaze as he'd marched toward you.

You pressed your fingers into your eyes and groaned. There was no use thinking about it further. Not now. You had a bouquet to put together and two friends to save. Dave's feline equilibrium had to wait. With a grunt you rolled out of Aiden's little-kid bed and shuffled into your room, not daring to check your appearance in the mirror. You could feel the bags under your eyes. Heavy and dark like someone had injected squid ink beneath the delicate skin.

Showering was a groggy, clumsy affair, appendages weak and a step behind your brain's transmissions. You did what you could to make yourself presentable, hoped to conceal the fatigue behind a cute outfit: A thin, loose, autumn-orange destination sweater tucked partially into a slim, black denim skirt with opaque black tights underneath. You applied makeup where you needed it to hide the sleep deprivation and called it at that, unable to muster the strength for much else. It was going to be a long, long, l o n g day.

But worth it, you reminded yourself firmly in a voice not unlike Wally's, because you were going to find a way to help Simon and once Simon was helped, you'd both find a way to get Maddie back on the right side of the veil.

A sweep of berry-tinted lipgloss and you dragged yourself outside into your Nanna's garden, brandishing a pair of pruning shears from the mud room you'd passed through on your way out. You clipped a variety of flowers and piled them on the bouquet paper you'd liberated from the stash Nanna (and now Aurora) kept at the house. Once accomplished, it was time to head out and you sighed in regret that you'd texted Xavier to sleep in, telling him you wanted to be alone that morning to center yourself before having to face your classmates after yesterday's ordeal.

It wasn't entirely false. It couldn't have been. You didn't lie to Xavier as a personal commandment. But it wasn't entirely the truth either and you felt queasy from it. Still, you sucked in a deep breath and forced yourself to move forward. Nanna was in the kitchen when you walked in with the bouquet, sitting at the table as she waited for the kettle to boil. You could smell the floral tea blend Nanna, Aurora, and Dave drank. Even dry the scent was potent, overwhelming the herb and warm spice aroma the kitchen usually held. You nearly gagged as you passed the open teapot, the concoction inside like a punch to the nose when you got too close.

"Good morning, Maypie." Nanna smiled warmly, patting the table in front of the seat beside her. The nickname irritated you, too close to the one you'd scolded Xavier for using yesterday, but it was Nanna and you couldn't find it in yourself to say something.

Instead, "Morning, Nanna," you greeted with a yawn, setting the bouquet on the counter as you traipsed toward the sink to fill a glass of water. "Can't sit. Gotta get to school."

Nanna hummed in acknowledgment and you could tell she was checking the time on the stove before she turned to face you in her chair. "Awfully early, isn't it?"

"So early," You agreed with a sob of disdain as you brought the glass to your lips for a sip of cold water. Your skin began to feel warm and wherever you rested your gaze seemed irrationally farther than where it should be. Shaking your head to dispel what you assumed was a lack of sleep, you took a deep drink from your glass.

Nanna tilted her head and raised a snowy brow at something near your elbow, "And who are those for?"

For a brief moment, you didn't grasp the question, casting about to understand. When your eyes landed on the bouquet beside the sink, you blinked slowly at it, lids like lead. The floral aroma itched your nostrils, traveled into your skull, a thick fog dampening your mental processing.

Sedate, you panned your head and stared properly at the bouquet, told Nanna, "It's for Maddie," confused as to why you'd believed you shouldn't. That desperate, nagging feeling you'd had earlier when thinking of last night—last night?—growled in warning in the back of your mind, but it was so far away you easily ignored it.

"Oh, how lovely," Nanna replied, standing to put her hands on your shoulders and rub your arms kindly, "I'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture when she comes home."

"Who will appreciate what gesture?" Ginny croaked from the doorway, slugging into the kitchen in a silk robe and thick, knitted socks up to her knees. You knew she wore them to keep in place the gauze she slathered in anti-aging creams and wore overnight. Grumpy and rumpled, she questioned, "Who're the flowers for?"

You huffed a laugh as you watched her pull out a chair and drop into the seat, seeming as ill-suited to the morning as you.

"They're for Maddie," Nanna explained and, immediately, Ginny straightened, her glazed eyes turning sharp as they landed on you.

"She's back?" She asked.

You shook your head, "No," and you were tired, so tired, and couldn't quite seem to formulate the words to explain why you were taking flowers to school for Maddie who hadn't actually returned from wherever she'd run off to in order to accept them.

"Is it a shrine thing?" Ginny asked.

A feeling of awareness clawed through the mist that had filled your head. You felt an insidious tickle in the back of your nose, gasped a breath, and then released a cathartic blast of a sneeze, expelling that horrible, heady floral scent.

You blinked several times as you recovered your wits, glancing at the bouquet and then between Nanna and Ginny, at last able to think clearly, "Something like that. We're just trying to stay positive. Principal Hartman said he'd pass along whatever we bring in to Maddie's mom." And there you were, feeling like yourself again, able to map out a plausible lie to keep Wally (and, by extension, Maddie-as-a-ghost) safe from whatever Ginny or your mother could do if they discovered you were conspiring with the school's dead.

Ginny returned to a slouch, propping her head on her fist, "That's nice of you." She looked halfway back to sleep when you gave her a kiss goodbye, patting your thigh limply and muttering a slurred farewell. As you shrugged into your leather jacket, you heard Ginny scoff at Nanna, barking, "Don't you bring that nasty stuff near me, I don't know how you drink it," and couldn't help but snort because, truly, not even a man dying of thirst would accept a cup of that tea.

"I'm taking mom's car." You announced, peeking back into the kitchen. Your mother was on what constituted for her as a work trip; taking money to perform a ceremony that had no bearing on the ghosts—if they hadn't already crossed over as many of them had—at all. The concept was as stupid as it was a scam and you were revolted that someone in your family, who you'd once respected, was capable of performing such a farce.

Fucking. Ghost weddings.

You pressed your lips in a line in an effort to control the disgusted expression you knew you'd make upon thinking about it. Without looking at you, Nanna and Ginny gave their assent and carried on bickering after wishing you a pleasant day.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

"So," Maddie said in a neutral tone which set Wally's teeth on edge, "How long have you guys really known each other?"

It was just him and her outside, lingering by the door waiting for you and Xavier to arrive. Wally leaned while Maddie sat on an empty bike rack adjacent to the entrance, looking out over the parking lot like watchmen on duty. The others were inside; Ajay had vowed to coax Mina down from the rafters while Charlie and Rhonda had simply wanted to observe how that interaction went after learning Ajay and Mina were entangled in their own version of a relationship. Strange and unconventional and, apparently, wholesome though Wally had no idea what that meant coming from Ajay.

"I was wondering when you were gonna ask me." Wally said, ducking his head sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. He lifted his gaze to Maddie, "Not long. Since Field Day."

Maddie's brows raised, but she remained composed. After a few moments of silence, Maddie spoke again, a smile in her voice, "She talked about you a lot."

Wally swallowed, his heart fluttering at the information, unable to repress the feeling of giddiness that fizzled through him. Regardless, he tried to play it cool, "Yeah?"

"Yeah. She always said her 'ghost was so hot' and that she was 'saving herself for her ghost'." She paused, chewed her lip, and stared down at her lap as she thought about what to say next. "Looking back, I guess she thought she could hide in plain sight." And then, with a snort, "And it worked. None of us believed her for a second. It never even crossed my mind that it could be true until I got here."

Wally nudged her side in a friendly motion. "Was she right?" He snickered, teasing, "Am I hot?"

Maddie shoved his head down playfully with a laugh, "You're an idiot." Another comfortable beat. She hummed quietly before she revealed in a gentle tone, "You two are cute together. If it means anything."

"It does," Wally said and it was true. It was more reassuring than it should've been to have someone on the outside see what he saw. Cemented it somehow.

Another few minutes passed before a car pulled into the parking lot. Maddie jumped down from her perch, face screwed up in confusion, "Wasn't she bringing Xavier?"

Wally could see the tension she'd been holding in her shoulders slowly diminish as you parked and climbed out. Alone. He and Maddie made their way over to greet you, twin smiles of relief on their faces. Wally hadn't been keen to see that dickbag anytime soon. It was better for everyone that you'd decided to leave him behind.

"Hey guys," You said, eyes automatically finding Wally's, his heart beating that much harder in his chest. You seemed to read the unspoken question and informed, "I thought we'd get more accomplished if Xavier wasn't here."

Maddie nodded, "Smart," visibly grateful for your forethought.

Wally treaded around the front of the car you'd driven and scooped you up into a solid hold, one arm under your thighs while the other clamped at a diagonal on your back, his hand tangling in your hair. Looking at you closely, he could see the exhaustion beneath the surface and felt a pang of guilt for agreeing with everyone (including you) that you should come as early as permissible by school standards.

"Hey, baby," He uttered, pressed his forehead to yours with a lopsided, affectionate grin, and hinted greedily for a kiss that you supplied without complaint. He almost groaned as your lips yielded under his, the simple touch striking a match low in his belly. Fuck, he wanted you. Like, always. Was hardwired at this point to get aroused whenever you were within arm's length. It was driving him half insane that he couldn't climb into the back of the car with you, have you straddle his lap, and show you how affected he was by you.

"Rhonda's right," Maddie commented from the sidelines, referencing something Rhonda had said the previous night after you'd left with your brother-in-law. "You guys are gross."

You pulled away from Wally with a cackle, prompting him to place you back on your feet, and said, "Oh, like you and Zav aren't just as bad."

Twirling around and bending (very nicely) into the backseat of the car to collect your things, you didn't see the look that flashed across Maddie's face, one of hurt and betrayal and anger, but Wally did and it made him want to grab you by the shoulders, and shake you until you stopped thinking the world of Xavier Baxter. He wouldn't dare do that, of course, you were too precious, and he couldn't imagine doing anything to frighten you like that. On the contrary, he'd proudly do things to Xavier that would earn Wally a spot on a Most Wanted list if he'd still been alive.

He pushed those thoughts down when you straightened, lifting a lush, full bouquet into your arms which you handed over to Maddie in a way that signaled to Wally you and she were used to each other's motions and mannerisms. Again, you reached into the car, grabbed your backpack, and hoisted it out of the backseat. Wally noticed that it seemed to weigh more to you than normal and took it from you, slinging it over his shoulder with a broad grin.

"Such a gentleman," You teased, though Wally could see how much you enjoyed the gesture by the way you pinked up so sweetly. He slung his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side as you and he walked, stamping a kiss to your hair and openly breathing in the scent of musky vanilla and coconut.

"Wait." Maddie said, just as you and Wally were about to reach the door. You and he paused, turning to look at Maddie as she regarded the bouquet in her hands and then the backpack on Wally's shoulder, an intense cast to her features. "How..." She squinted at you, "Where are the originals?" Scanned back to the car, then you, then the bouquet.

"Originals?" You asked, completely lost, though Wally recognized what Maddie meant. It hadn't occurred to him how unfeasible it was that he still had the notes you'd given him stashed away in his private, just-for-him corner of the school; none of the resets between now and then had vanished them as resets were wont to do.

"Yeah, the originals." Maddie repeated.

Wally stepped in, taking over the explanation since Maddie appeared to struggle with how to phrase that every object they, as ghosts, picked up was just a clone of one that stayed anchored in the living world. He did his best to describe it, beckoning both you and Maddie to follow him so he could show you an example with a piece of chalk in an unlocked classroom. He lifted it, of course wielding the copy while the original remained in place, untouched, not even a sign that it'd been tampered with.

You cocked your head, lifting the original and handing it to Maddie who took it without issue. Experimenting, Maddie placed it back on the chalk ledge, left it there for multiple seconds, and then instructed Wally to, "Pick it up now."

Wally did.

As in he actually did. Picked up the original, no immense, herculean emphasis of energy required (and that very, very rarely worked, normally resulting in a brief flicker of an already on-its-way-out lightbulb). How had Wally not noticed before?

"Gnarly," Wally laughed, tossing the chalk in the air and catching it. "Do you think the living see it floating if I'm holding it?" He began to zoom it around like a toy airplane. "I wonder if it works the other way."

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Like, things that we brought with us into the afterlife," Maddie clarified, "Do you think you could make them real on your side?"

You shrugged and admitted, "I didn't even know I could do this until you guys pointed it out." And then you sighed and rubbed your temples, "Another thing to add to the laundry list of stuff I have to look in to." You looked at Maddie, "I'd probably need someone who can't see you guys to confirm whether or not it works both ways."

Wally strode over to you, putting the chalk back down on the ledge as he went. He adjusted the weight of your backpack on his shoulder so he could cradle your face in both of his big palms. "One thing at a time, baby," He said, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Let's check off giving Mina the flowers and then go from there, okay?"

You slumped, thankful, and slanted into him so that your forehead was pressed to the center of his chest, "That sounds like a good plan."

Together, you, Wally, and Maddie strolled to the theater, passing Mr. South who welcomed you with a friendly wave and a short hello. His eyes seemed to flicker this way and that, as if sensitive to the school lighting, as he watched you walk by, Maddie close to your side, Wally a half-step behind and falling farther back as he studied Mr. South. Vaguely, he heard the man mutter, "Mm, dahlias," but that was about as much fuss as he expressed. Nothing to indicate Mr. South saw a puppeted bouquet or levitating backpack drifting down the hall of their own volition.

Wally caught up to you and Maddie quickly, his hand finding the small of your back on instinct. Rhonda and Charlie were already outside the theater when you, Maddie, and Wally arrived, Charlie rising from where he'd been seated on the floor as Rhonda pushed herself off the wall, today's lollipop stuffed into her cheek.

"Well, Ajay got her down," She announced, rolling her eyes, "But she refuses to talk to us. She won't even answer Ajay if he asks because she knows the questions aren't his." Belligerent, Rhonda shook her head, "And I thought Janet was a diva."

Charley shook his head, "I'm sorry, but that," He hooked his thumb over his shoulder to stipulate Mina's behavior, "isn't anywhere near as bad as Janet was. At least Mina was polite when she told us where to go."

Rhonda conceded with a bob of her head, pursed lips, and raised brows. Upon noticing the flowers, she remarked, "Huh, you came through, strawberry pie," her tone impressed, "Next time you should bring lover boy a new wardrobe," a smirk at Wally and a coy look at you, "He looks pretty good in jeans."

Wally cleared his throat and squeezed you to him tightly, his gaze soft and imploring as he said, "Ignore her, you don't have to bring me anything," then to Rhonda, "She's not our personal gofer."

Rhonda raised her hands in surrender, glimpsing at Charley in amusement, "No need to blow your jets, superstar, it was just a suggestion."

Charley added, "And a joke," as he gave Rhonda a sardonic side-eye. "So, should we get this over with? See if our Split River Phantom has anything useful to share?"

You patted Wally's chest to signal for your backpack which he handed over with a pout, disliking the idea of you hauling it around when you were so tired.

"You guys go do that. I'm going to steal Ajay and see if we can figure out what these symbols mean." You looked at Maddie, "If you guys find anything, let me know."

"How?" Maddie wondered. It wasn't as if she still had a means of communication in the afterlife; the decoy phone had been with Xavier when she'd been thrown from her body, and, as far as Wally knew, her real phone was in pieces. Even if she did have a phone...would it have worked? Wally had heard Dawn brag about her 'socials', but she wasn't actually capturing or uploading selfies...was she?

Before he could fall too far down that rabbit hole, he felt your hand grasp his, fingers twined, skin smooth under his thumb. You grinned at Maddie, "That's the best part," you brought your and Wally's joined hands up, "If Ajay and I don't get back before you're done, just manipulate the connection. Wally and I—"

"Don't know if it'll work!" He interrupted, worried that you might've forgotten that all those times he'd felt your emotions like his own or found you in crowded spaces had happened before last night.

It seemed you had because you blinked those darling Bambi eyes up at him, visibly uncertain. Wally saw the instant you realized your mistake, could see the gears turning as you backtracked and reassembled your speech. It didn't take long, maybe a second or two, and then you picked up where you'd left off, saying, "—but it should make it so he can find me."

Rhonda twirled her lollipop, whistled in surprise, "Magic is in.sane."

"It's not magic," You stated mildly, "It's connectedness. I promise there is a difference." You listed into Wally's side, turned your head to hide a yawn, and then seemed to try to shake yourself awake.

In response, Wally, cupped the back of your head and kissed your hair, rubbing his hand up and down your arm while holding you closer. "You gonna be okay?" He asked, concerned that you might not be able to stay upright much longer.

"I'll be fine," You said, however, the assurance you'd meant to offer was dimmed by another yawn you couldn't suppress.

It was then that Ajay appeared. He held the door to the theater open for Charley, Rhonda, and Maddie who waved their see-you-laters to you. Wally released you in measured degrees, careful and considerate, so you wouldn't fall into the space he left behind.

"I'm coming to find you as soon as we get something, okay, baby?"

You nodded, a forced smile on your face that made Wally want to carry you home and tuck you into your bed. Innocently. Innocently. But he couldn't help himself, dipping in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss that still somehow made his breath catch and his heart pound and his belly coil tight with desire.

"Okay, we get it, you're hot for each other, can we go now?" Ajay's voice cut through the muggy atmosphere that now permeated between you and Wally, exasperation pitched shrill as a school bell.

Wally untangled himself from you, hated having to do it, but understood that it needed to be done in order for both you and him to focus on what was important. That was finding clues or proof that Mr. Anderson was involved in Maddie's circumstances and pointing the police away from Simon. Right. Wally was an independent, capable guy who could do what it took to help. He just didn't want to do it without you plastered to him in some way.

"That face is exactly why you two can't be around each other right now." Ajay stated flatly, all but shoving Wally aside and ushering you back down the hall.

With a chuckle, Wally called after you, "I'll see you later, baby!"

"If either of you say 'I'll miss you', I'm boycotting this relationship until I can cross over." Ajay declared, not allowing you to stop and respond.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

Xavier sat behind the wheel of his truck, nervous, jittery; inching toward full-blown paranoia after having stopped at your house to pick you up. He'd received your message earlier, the one that had gently told him to stay home and sleep in since you weren't going to crusade after evidence against Mr. Anderson until a more appropriate hour.

But he hadn't been able to get back to sleep, had instead sat in bed contemplating how fucked up everything would inevitably get. And he was scared. Your newfound friendship with Simon made Xavier's veins clog with cold, slimy fear. He had no idea if Maddie had read the message he'd accidentally sent her ("i'm alone. lmk if ur still in the mood, babe🔥"). Had no idea if she'd told Simon about Xavier and Claire. Simon hadn't outright accused Xavier of cheating on Maddie—not to Xavier's face, anyway—but, if Simon did know, it was only a matter of time before it came up and Xavier lost you forever.

Fueled by anxiety and desperation, Xavier had dressed and left the house in a flurry, drove over and at the speed limit in frenzied intervals as he'd forgotten and remembered it by turns. He'd arrived at your place faster than ever before only to discover that, according to Abigail, you'd left about forty-five minutes earlier. Granted, you hadn't explicitly said you'd want to spend the morning by yourself at home, but Xavier couldn't shake the feeling that something was utterly and profoundly wrong.

Why go to the school alone? Why leave him out of it? An agitated growl ruptured from his throat as he smacked the steering wheel, tears springing to his eyes unbidden. He pulled in huge gulps of air to stop himself from tipping into a panicked breakdown, begged the universe or God or whatever was out there that he was overthinking it, that you weren't slipping away from him and everything was okay, it was all going to be okay.

Except it wasn't okay. He'd fucked up and fucked around and made you participate by sending texts about band practices that'd never been scheduled, lies about how you'd needed help around the house and Xavier was family so he'd been obligated to assist. Jesus Christ, what had he done? He couldn't breathe, a balloon in his chest that expanded the closer he got to the school. When he pulled in and saw your mother's car, he was already one foot into a mental crisis.

He parked beside your mother's car and sat for a moment, filtering through a litany of excuses and reasons and apologies to retch at your feet in libation. Xavier couldn't. lose. you. Not you. The only person left in his life who fucking mattered. Hurt and anger and grief and hopelessness funneled into him, a tornado of self-deprecation howling insults that ricocheted inside his skull, the torment building and building and—

"FUCK." He belted, smashing the steering wheel over and over again until his body collapsed forward and he heaved a thick, wet sob.

‗‗‗‗•‗‗‗‗

The other vertices in the barrier projected outward from symbols that varied slightly from the first you'd found. Two were etched in stone, one in a tree planted on the same alignment as the other, and the last had been burned so thoroughly into the dirt that you couldn't dig under it or dig it up.

"Can we call it magic now?" Ajay folded his arms and thinned his lips in a dour line as he watched you dog-dig at the dirt from a new angle. "Because this feels like magic."

You huffed and let yourself fall back on your bum, mopping the sweat from your brow with the sleeve of your sweater. "I mean, it's harnessed energy," you countered, still reluctant to call it something so fantastical when you had dirt caked under your fingernails and math class in twenty minutes. Those mundane, ultra-ordinary truths made it difficult to reconcile the existence of something Harry Potter fought a war with.

Ajay wasn't having it, "Girl, just say it. It's magic."

A squawky noise of denial later and you snapped a picture of the symbol on your phone, finally standing and returning to your backpack which you'd left at Ajay's feet. You dug out the notebook you'd used to scribble down the Futhark alphabet last night before tiptoeing back into Aiden's room and compared the symbol in the dirt to the runes on the page.

"It's like the others," You observed, "It has all the binding elements, except this one also has an extra line here..." You indicated, chewed your lip in thought, frustrated when nothing jumped out at you. Whoever had created these symbols and performed the ritual that accompanied them had either not known anything about the Futhark runes or they'd known too much. Which meant that you had no way of decoding the bastardized symbols by yourself. At least, not without major effort.

"An extra line?" Ajay echoed, "To make us extra trapped?"

You slanted him an unimpressed look, "No, Sassy McQueen...but also kind of yes."

Ajay flashed a victorious grin then crouched to look over your shoulder at your notebook. "Why would someone want to trap ghosts here?"

"Maybe they didn't." You considered as you brainstormed aloud, "Maybe they wanted to trap something and didn't realize the effect their spell—"

"Which is magic."

"—Nghyah," You declined and then continued, "The effect their spell would have on the different realms within the parcel they created."

"I know English isn't my first language, but I can tell that wouldn't make sense to anyone."

You rolled your eyes, clapping your notebook closed and filing it away in your backpack. "Think of the spell like a box. Whoever cast it brought that box down on this specific location, trapping everything in this location in it. But it only affects things outside of the physical world because it's not a physical box."

"...Have you ever seen the Witches of Eastwick?"

"Have you?"

You straightened, bowing your back to loosen the stiffness that had collected in your spine. Ajay took responsibility of your backpack and together you and he walked back toward the school.

After a short silence, Ajay spoke, "You know, Wally mentioned a cult that used to practice around here. He's really into that spooky-ooky, creepy shit." He emphasized with spirit fingers.

You stopped and stared after Ajay, eyes round and mouth ajar, "Wally? Golden retriever, football bro, Wally?"

Ajay turned to walk backward, smiling, "Oh yeah. He was into it before he died, too. A real savant of the deranged history of Split River." He pondered you for a moment and then muttered, "You know you two are allowed to talk when you're alone, right?"

Kissing your teeth, you resumed your stride, waving Ajay off, "In our defense, we haven't actually had a lot of time to be alone since we started talking."

Ajay snorted, but merrily settled his pace to match yours, his gait slower and longer, "He was alive during the rise of the Satanic Panic. If I'm remembering right, he told me about a cult called the Something-Something of Dagda."

"Very helpful."

"They were established before Milwaukee was founded and then faded out of history for awhile."

You sighed drearily, having heard similar tales through the family grapevine as well as your own special-interest research, "Let me guess, the Something-Something of Dagda made a comeback in the '20s when it was fashionable to be associated with the occult?"

Ajay nodded, "I think that's what Wally said. Apparently, they crawled back into the shadows, never to be heard from again, just after the Second World War."

"Typical," You chuckled, shaking your head, "You join a resurrectionist cult and then leave when—"

"How do you know it was resurrectionist?"

"I'm assuming." You confessed, "Dagda is a Celtic god whose staff can resurrect or kill whoever he clubs with it." When Ajay acknowledged your answer with a low oh, you expanded on your previous point, "I guess the members didn't like that their sons didn't all come home in one piece." To put it crudely. Unfortunately, that was the reality of many cults borne from the spiritualism boom in the 1920s. People either got bored or got bitter when their prophet couldn't stand and deliver in the face of a catastrophic global event.

You and Ajay entered the theater from the side door to avoid the students who began to flood the halls as the morning trundled toward the first bell. You found Maddie appearing like the second coming out of the center of the stage, followed closely by Wally, then Rhonda, Charley, and lastly, Mina who turned and closed the trapdoor behind her.

"You find anything?" You inquired as Wally neared you, eagerness writ all over his features.

"Yeah!" Wally grinned, planting himself in front of you to band his arms around your waist, "You?"

"The symbols are definitely based on the Futhark alphabet and they're all designed to keep energies in." You said, snuggling into his front, happy to let him take your weight. He shifted you around so you and he could walk toward the stage, everyone gathered around a spot at the end of the center aisle. Rhonda and Charley sat on the edge of the stage, Ajay joined Mina who leaned beside Charley's legs, and Maddie stood with her back to the door, facing everyone.

As soon as you were within reach, she held out a piece of paper, informing you that, "It's a receipt for new band uniforms signed by Mr. Anderson." You scanned the paper, trying to absorb where it fit in the puzzle, but your brain was rapidly losing steam. Seeming to read your fatigue, Maddie interpreted it on your behalf, "I think he's been stealing money from Booster Club. He's got a whole operation under the stage to sew new patches onto old band uniforms."

All you could think to respond with was, "Holy shit."

"It doesn't prove he had anything to do with what happened to me," Maddie went on, "But I think it'll help Simon."

"Maddie this is awesome." You smiled encouragingly and shambled forward to hug her. With your arm still around her shoulders, you and she looked over the receipt again, particularly the cash amount at the bottom, "Is that how much you figure was in the closet?"

"I'd say it for sure is." She answered, her gaze turning a trepidatious sort of hopeful, "It's Friday, so there's a staff meeting tonight. If we give this to Simon, he can prove that Mr. Anderson is guilty of something and then we can try to figure out where my body is. Together."

"Together." You repeated with a grin because, God dammit, finally, you felt like progress was being made. While not the kind of progress you'd hoped for, it was something, and now that you knew Simon could see Maddie, you didn't have to swerve around landmines in conversation to hide your abilities; you could let him in instead.

It was one step closer to bringing Maddie home.

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Xavier hated himself more than he had before his breakdown, having succumbed to the siren call of his vape in the dissociative aftermath. He skulked into the school, shoulders up and hands stuffed in his pockets in an effort to make himself invisible. He wasn't going to his first class, wasn't entirely aware of where he was going, but he followed his feet nonetheless. Since the blissful first hit, his mind had quieted some, though his nerves were still ragged, eyes puffy and bloodshot, hair rumpled, a scab on his lip where he'd bitten it too hard to redirect the emotional pain he'd inflicted on himself.

He was distantly surprised to find himself standing in front of the theater when he eventually lifted his gaze from the ground. Without giving it too much thought, he reached out and opened the door, stepping into the shadowy space beyond. For a moment, a cotton-candy static fuzzed across his brain and made it hard to process whether or not what his eyes saw was real.

It couldn't be, could it?

At the end of the center aisle, you stood, body wilted from exhaustion. Around you were incoherent silhouettes that phased in and out of focus, nothing substantial to them, just distorted shadows that seemed out of place against the direction of what muted light filtered into the theater. What made his breath catch and the balloon in his chest swell bigger wasn't you, standing in the dark, or the uncanny shadows, it was—

"Maddie," He croaked, voice reedy and tight, "You came back."

The fuzziness in his head was instantly replaced by fear when his gaze slid to you, an expression on your face—wide eyes, parted lips, furrowed brows—that Xavier readily interpreted as betrayal. The darkness crowded against him, the rampage of wailing curses picked up within him again, screaming at him for how worthless and stupid and vile he was to do what he'd done.

"I-I'm so sorry," He choked out, pushing the words past the balloon that had expanded from his chest into his throat. Maddie's expression didn't change, something akin to alarm or hate or defeat or all three, he didn't know because his vision was beginning to cloud. "I'm so, so sorry." And then he stumbled sideways, falling into one of the empty seats, curling himself into a ball as if he could make himself disappear. Everything would be better, so much better, if he could just...stop being.

Xavier didn't realize he was crying until he felt your hands on him, pushing his arms away from his head, forcing him to kneel on the ground with you.

"Zav? What's happening? Are you okay? Zav!"

Your words sounded spoken through water and he couldn't get his head above the surface, couldn't breathe, couldn't answer, his body wracked violently with stinging sobs as he kept trying to apologize. He grappled at your back, pinned you against him, a buoy to keep him afloat as the waves crashed over him and threatened to pull him down into the cavernous abyss below.

"I'm sorry, please, don't leave me, I'm so sorry," He begged you, but couldn't hear himself, so he repeated it louder and louder until his throat scraped.

This is the moment, a facsimile of Maddie's voice told him, this is the moment you lose everyone.

And then another voice, unfamiliar, louder than Xavier's, louder than Maddie's, began to roar:

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PART TWENTY-THREE - PART TWENTY-FIVE

also available on AO3!

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#Milo Manheim #Wally Clark #Wally Clark x Reader #fem!reader #Wally Clark smut #Wally Clark fanfiction #Milo Manheim fanfiction #School Spirits #zed necrodopolis #Disney Zombies #October Sun

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multi-fandomsfreak · 10 months ago

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Hey!! Can you do movie sonic x mobian fem reader (platonic) who is a fan of him and wants to show herself to the world and fight eggman but she is too scared people will hate her

Movie!Sonic Meeting Mobian!Reader Who Happens To Be A Fan

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

Sorry for the late post. I’ve had a bunch of requests coming through and with me going to the hospital recently to see if my foot’s good (by the way it’s healing great just need to get used to walking again.) so I didn’t have the time to do it till now. Hope you like reading this because I definitely enjoyed writing this. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: She/Her

Warning: ⚠️Mentions of low self-esteem/anxiety⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Sonic + Mentions Of Tom + Maddie + Tails + Knuckles + Eggman

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by jennieismygirlfriend on Pinterest + Banner by scyprod (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- Sonic the hedgehog. A name that constantly rings through your mind constantly. You most likely discovered him around some point from the baseball scene to near the end just like how Tails did. You had heard about his antics on earth and to say you liked him was an understatement. Judging on the info you had discovered from the most recent event with him and eggman you became a massive fan of him. Can anyone blame you? He helped you be inspired in your own way. Even if you had some problems expressing yourself mostly due to fear of what people might think of you. You wanted to prove your worth but you just didn’t know how.

- You really wanted to meet him even dreaming of what he would be like if you were to talk to him. Would he take interest or not? You were contemplating on going to earth just to meet him in real life. Show him how he has helped you in a way without directly meeting you. But you let your insecurities get the better of you. Eventually you decided to risk and travel to earth, you didn’t know what you were going to do when you got there, you didn’t really have any other motive besides meeting your idol. With Eggman gone as far as you were aware of and no one else who wanted to carry out his plan you didn’t really have any reason to go and get yourself into any trouble but still for some reason you felt like you needed to go. It kind of took you a while to get used to being on earth as well trying not to get spotted by pretty much everyone. You never know what they’re reactions could be seeing you and honestly you didn’t want to find out so you created a hide-out like what sonic did in the first movie.

- Now for when Sonic met you for the first time. He managed to come across you and your hide-out on his solo adventure and to say he was surprised was an understatement. There was another mobian like him, he immediately went over to you and started asking you a bunch of questions catching you off guard before immediately recognising him as the idol you love. You were too busy internally fangirling about if this was a dream or not to answer his questions.

+ “Ma’am is everything alright there?” Sonic asked, managing to snap you out of your fangirl trance concerned about the lack of reaction coming from you “oh…yeah I am, you're sonic right like the actual sonic?” You asked in return wanting to confirm it even though you knew it was. Sonic gave you a confused look before slowly answering your question “yeah I am sonic, why do you ask?” You gave him a cheerful smile before bringing him into a hug, surprising him even more but still hugged you in return despite just meeting you. You then told him about how much of a fan you were of him, telling him how much you appreciated him to which he thanked you and joked about he never knew he had fans.

- Pretty much since then he wanted to introduce you to Tom and Maddie because why not, they were also starting to suspect something with him constantly going off to see you. At first you were nervous because based on how he described them you guessed they were humans and your nervousness was getting the best of you but sonic managed to convince you that they really didn’t mean any harm and you trusted him so you decided to go with him to meet the two of them. As soon as you met the two of them they were excited they’d pretty much had gotten used to seeing sonic so seeing you with him although surprised to see someone like sonic they openly welcomed you with open arms, they were just happy that sonic met someone else. Also Sonic may have been teased by Tom about you especially since you were a female but except for that they enjoyed meeting you.

- Sonic will be your number one defender. If anyone even dares to make you upset about something he isn’t going to sit there and let you take it, making you even more self conscious. He doesn’t like seeing his friends upset, it kind of makes him both angry and upset himself seeing you just take insults being thrown at you.

- He pretty much noticed a bit after meeting you that you're very self conscious about yourself. Although you seemed to be somewhat open, when it came to expressing yourself and your strengths he noticed how unwilling you were to do it. He didn’t really understand why at first because he thinks you're really cool. You must have some sort of strength if you were willing to leave your home planet just to visit him. But once he learns about your lack of confidence he honestly feels bad for you. He could tell by the way you talked to him that you do genuinely want to prove yourself to the world; you just let your feet get the best of you. So with the new information he learned about you he’s willing to do anything to help raise your confidence. He feels like he has to, what sort of idol would he be if he didn’t?

- He takes it a step at a time, although he was wanting to make sure that you gain your confidence he knows it will take some time. You two will often have one on one sessions basically letting you express your feelings (imagine that scene when sonic is acting like a therapist but it’s with you and not just him).

- Eventually when Eggman returns from Mushroom planet Sonic definitely wants you to join him alongside Tails. He knows this would be a big step for you but he sees this as an opportunity and wants you to join him. He promises to keep both you and Tails safe as long as you're with him. Although a bit nervous yourself you could see what his point was and you knew he wouldn’t let you get harmed. You wanted to prove yourself and put what you learned from him to use so without thinking you joined him. And to say that it felt oddly good to finally do what you wanted to was an understatement. Still you were nervous but that nervousness was overwritten by adrenaline and relief. Although you went through some things during the trip to get the chaos emerald it was worth it in the end. This is when you decided to permanently join Sonic’s group alongside your new friends Tails and eventually when he decided to join Knuckles.

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myangxlics · 10 months ago

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Shiver

Yandere OC x male reader

Warnings: Yandere stuff, a tiny bit of blood, nothing really that bad yet

A/N: this is DEFINITELY not named after Shiver by Coldplay (not proofread yet)

Word count: 2.1k

It’s summer and the weather has finally cleared up. You finish zipping up your suitcase and hurrying outside. “(Name)! Hurry up or we’re leaving without ya!” Your friend Maddie calls. You roll your eyes, she was the most impatient girl ever. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, you leave the house. One of your other friends, Olivia, helps you put both things into the trunk of the van. “Hurry up everybody!” Maddie calls, getting into the driver's seat. You hop up into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. You look over at Maddie before glancing into the backseats. In the middle seats sat Liv and her boyfriend, Tommy. In the backseats sat Cassie, her boyfriend Andrew, and his friend Parker. You look back at Maddie and whisper to her, “Why’d you have to invite Cassie? All she’s gonna do is fuck Andrew.” You look back and see Parker eyeing you. Your eyes meet Maddies once more. “And Parker is still into me.” You say, hushed. Maddie rolls her eyes and puts a hand on your shoulder as she starts backing out of the driveway. “Stop being a downer and just have fun. All you do is worry, let loose for once.” She says. “Alright, our first stop is gonna be a gas station in Colorado.” Olivia says, holding a map in her hands. As the car begins driving out of town, you close your eyes, using your jacket as a blanket.

Someone is shaking you. Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Olivia in a daze. She smiles and shakes you once more. “Wake up, (Name). We’re at the gas station.” Olivia says, voice soft. You groan a bit and curl up in your seat. Liv sighs and pets your head. “Do you want me to get anything for you?” She asks. You nod sleepily, mumbling what you wanted for snacks and drinks. She nods and heads inside the gas station with everyone else.

Hours later and you all arrive at your first campsite. The night was long but fun. The next morning Maddie wakes up at dawn and yells around the camp for everyone to wake up and pack up the tents. Once everyones packed up you all get back on the road.

“Wow…I never knew Wyomming actually had a forest.” Cassie says, watching as the trees pass by. Olivia laughs with Tommy, cuddling up with each other. “There's woods EVERYWHERE dumbass.” Andrew says. “Hey, we’re reaching a gravel road, can someone else drive?” Maddie asks, pulling the van over. “Yeah.” Tommy says, already sliding the door open and hopping out. Olivia does the same and you and Maddie get out of the front seats. After you all get situated, Tommy begins driving.

“These woods are giving me the creeps…” Cassie says while playing on her phone. She groans. “There's no service out here either. Olivia, tell Tommy to get us out of this hillbilly area!” Tommy rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Cassie. Can’t you go five seconds without your phone?” Cassie scoffs at Tommy and keeps trying to get cell service. Suddenly the van runs over something. Everyone jumps and looks at each other, confused. Tommy stops the van and quickly gets out. You look at Maddie, a scared look on her face. She looks out the window and back at you. “It’s probably just a squirrel or something.” You tell her reassuringly. Tommy opens the drivers door. “Y’all might wanna see this.” He sighs. You, Olivia, and Parker all climb out of the vehicle. “What happened?” Parker asks, crossing his arms. “Well uh…” Tommy trails off, pointing at the back left tire. The tired had barbed wire stuck to it. “Holy crap…” You whisper. “Well…what do we do?” Olivia asks. Tommy looks around, scratching his head. “Uhm…maybe two of you can go and try to find a gas station or something. I mean if we keep walking in the direction we were going, we’re bound to find a shop or another person that can get us help.” He explains. You nod and grab your jacket. “I’ll go look. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” You say. Parker immediately grabs his jacket too. “I’ll come with.” He states and before you can say anything, Tommy smiles and thanks you both. He gives you both a few water bottles and some snacks. “Be safe.” He smiles. You and Parker begin walking.

It’s probably at least been an hour since the two of you started walking. It was all still woods and hot out. Parker stops walking and squints his eyes. You look at him, confused, before following his gaze. “I think it’s a gas station or somethin’...” Parker mutters, rubbing his eyes. “Well let’s go to it.” You reply, starting to walk once more. Parker grabs your hand, holding you in place. “Somethin’ don’t feel right…” He says again. You sigh. Sure you were a paranoid guy, but Parker was a whole different level of paranoid. “It’ll be fine. You’ve been watching those creepy videos all day.” You assure him, pulling his arm.

Soon you reach the building. It was a small auto or body shop. The garage door was open and the store door was propped open with a rock, an open sign hung on the doorknob. You can hear loud rock music playing from inside. You both walk up to the garage door. “Uh, hello?” You call out. There's no answer. “I told you this ain’t right…” Parker mumbles, crossing his arms. “Let's just go.” Parker says, upset. When you turn around you’re met face to face with a man. You let out a scream and Parker backs up. The man just smirks, taking a drag of a cigarette. “Sorry for scaring ya, pretty boy.” He then looks at Parker, still smirking but you swear that for a second, a look of anger is in his eyes. You quickly step between the two. “Sorry for bothering you, sir. You see, me and my friends are on a road trip but we ran over barbed wire and so we now need a new tire. Do you think we could buy one?” You ask calmly. The man's eyes light up again. “Well of course, cutie. I’ll get you and your friend what y’all need.” You smile. “Thank you, so much. Really, you’re a lifesaver. The man chuckles and shakes his head. “I ain’t that at all.” He says, turning and walking into the shop. You’re about to follow him, but Parker stops you. “I’ll buy the tire…just stay out here.” You nod and watch as he follows the man.

It’s been a few minutes and you’ve already gotten restless. You look at the mountains in the distance, they looked more than beautiful. Looking around, you spot a trailer home a bit more in the woods, only a small ways away from the shop. You can see a mini log cabin dog house in the yard by the steps and walk over. You crouch and look inside the dog house, seeing if you could find the pup. All that sits in there is a bone and a tennis ball. You smile and grab the ball before standing up and looking around. “Here puppy! Come here!” You call out, holding out the ball, hoping the dog is nearby. You let out a whistle, “Come here puppy!” You were about to give up on looking when something bumped into you. You practically jumped and immediately looked around before seeing a saint Bernard sniffing your shoes. You grin and crouch down, holding out your hand. The dog sniffs it before giving a small chuff.

“Here boy, you wanna play?” You ask, holding up the ball. The dog tilts his head and wags his tail. You throw the ball across the yard and watch as the huge dog bounds after it, letting out a bark. Suddenly, a hand claps onto your shoulder. You let out a scream and turn around and meet eyes with Parker. “(Name), what the hell are you doing?” He hisses out. You shrug and point at the dog. “Playing.” Parker just looks at you with an unamused face. “Playing?” He asks, scowling at you. “Leave the thing, it probably has fleas or some weird disease.” Parker grunts, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to the auto shop. “Parker, what the hell?!” You argue. Parker spins around and places both hands on your shoulders. “Listen,” he begins, voice hushed, “This guy is a weirdo, okay? He’s charging a hundred fifty for a new tire and my cell doesn’t work out here and I’m guessing yours doesn’t either.” He looks over his shoulder and looks back at you. “He has a phone in the shop. You call Olivia and see if she or anybody else can get out here, okay? I’m gonna try and a lower price on the tire.” You sigh, “Parker, stop acting like this guy is some killer. It’s irrational.” You state, crossing your arms. Parker rolls his eyes and walks back into the shop.

“Hey man, can we use your phone?” Parker asks. The mechanic grins and shakes his head. “Phones broken. But the one in my house works, I’ll take ya to it.” He says, wiping oil off of his pants. As he takes you to the house, you stop by the dog house, looking for the Saint Bernard again. “Ya lookin’ for Bo?” The mechanic chuckled. You nod. “Why don’t you find Bo and I’ll help your friend with the phone, yeah?” He says, going up the trailer home’s front stairs. “Are you sure? I mean, I should probably go with you, Parker.” Parker shakes his head, “I’ll be fine.” You give another nod. “Uh, by the way, what’s your name?” Parkers asks the mechanic. The man smiles. “Rusty, Rusty Smith.” He says, holding out his hand to Parker. The two shake hands and you watch as they disappear into the home.

You begin towards the treeline, calling for Bo. You spot the dog and he barks at you before running into the woods. “Wait!” You shout, running after the dog. You run through the woods, leaves and bushes occasionally scraping your arms and legs. Bo keeps stopping and letting you get close before bounding off again. You groan, beginning to get out of breath, but you still follow the dog.

The sun is setting now and you finally catch up to Bo. You smile and bend down to give him pets. Bo licks your face and gives a small bark. You stand up and look around, realizing that you don’t know which way you had come from. You look at the setting sun and begin to grow anxious. You’re in the middle of the woods, alone, and with no sense of direction. A small breeze causes you to shiver, your tank top and shorts not doing much to keep you warm. “Shit…” You mutter to yourself. You look down at Bo, maybe he would know the way back? Bo begins walking and you follow him. After a few minutes the beam of a flashlight cuts through the night. You shield your eyes and Bo lets out a bark before bounding to whoever was holding the flashlight. You timidly walk over to the figure before it speaks. “There ya are pretty boy.” Rusty chuckles out, moving the beam of the flashlight. You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I thought I was gonna be lost out here forever!” You say, not noticing the now dried blood on Rusty’s forearms. Rusty chuckles and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Well, it’s a good thing Bo was with ya. Let’s get ya back to safety.” He says before beginning to walk.

After what seemed like forever, you finally made it back to Rustys shop. It was probably 10 pm by now and you let out a stifled yawn. “Ya tired?” Rusty asks. You nod. “Well you can sleep in my bed and I’ll stay on the couch, yeah?” He states, opening the home's door. “What about Parker?” You question, looking around for any signs of him. “Oh, he left after you went off to find Bo. He said you probably went back so he left too.” Rusty explains, but you swear you see this sinister look in his eyes. “But…Parker wouldn’t do that…” You respond, beginning to get upset at the fact that Parker had just up and left. Rusty sighs and pats your shoulder. “Told him to just wait. C’mon, let’s get ya some dinner and some rest and then I’ll take ya to your friends tomorrow morning.” You smile at his words and follow him inside.

#male yandere #Rusty Smith my oc #yandere male #yandere #yandere x reader #male oc #yandere male oc #male oc x male reader #yandere x male reader #male reader #yandere oc x reader

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 4 months ago

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Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 6k EXACTLY

Notes: I’m sorry this is taking forever to post these, a lot of work goes into editing and for once in my life I’m busy and dis NEVER HAPPENS. But I’m so excited for what’s about to start happening it’s c r a z y and I hope you guys like it

Episode 12: Peach Cola

It’s kind of weird being back in the hospital, but for an entirely different reason, a happy reason even! Eddie sticks to you. He keeps one arm around you at all times as you walk through the hallways, following Buck down to Maddie’s room.

He can’t let you go, and you don’t blame him, you don’t want him to. Because it’s a little ridiculous but you’re scared of this place. Dr. Din was happy to see you, but you could tell he was the littlest bit panicked when he did. You hugged him, reassuring him that you were perfectly fine and just there to see your newborn niece.

Yeah sure it wasn’t ethical to be hugging you, it wasn’t ethical the way you’d kept up a friendship outside of the hospital. But he couldn’t help himself and squeezed a little tighter anyway.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He steps back looking at you

“You’re limping honey”

You freeze in your tracks and so does Eddie, Buck spins around so fast he breaks the damn sound barrier

“Did something happen??? Why are you limping??”

“I’m- no I’m not- I just slipped! Getting out of the hot tub!!” You shake your hands in front of you

“You must have slipped pretty hard” Joel comes over, putting his hands on your hips to support you “You’re walking funny”

Eddie looks like he’s about to pass out, Buck has his hands on his hips, shaking his head

“I mean, I thought they had special flooring so that kind of thing didn’t happen. Was it when you were in the house?”

“Exactly!” You shout “Yup! Fell right on my ass! You know they have marble floors and all”

Joel steps back, before leaning forward and narrowing his eyes

“Wait what’s that…” He studies your neck, and you can see the moment he realizes they’re hickeys…

You can also see the exact moment it dawns on him why you’re walking funny

“Oh shit” He slaps his hand over his mouth and you want to crumple to the floor. You whine loudly as he bends over, holding the wall as he sobs laughing

Buck looks between the three of you, watching you beat on Joel and Eddie smacking his head against the wall

“Oh come on!!! Why does everyone else know!!” He pouts and Eddie stops long enough to send Buck a text

“I only lasted six seconds?….what the hell does that me-…. Oh y’all fucked” he literally shouts and Joel falls to his knees, laughing even harder

“Buck!!! We’re in a hospital!!!” You yell at him and he falls next to Joel, wheezing as he wipes at his eyes

“What the hell are you four doing???” Bobby comes out of a room a few doors down. You’re kicking Joel and Buck now and Eddie just has his face on the wall

“Nothing!” You all say and he runs his hand down his face

“You’re clearly-“

Eddie turns and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and walks past Bobby silently as you glare at Joel and Buck who are still in a heap on the floor giggling

The room is a lot quieter, and the lights are down low. It’s pretty large, with a little sitting area. Eddie sets you down at the side of the bed and you hug Maddie tightly

“You’re a mom!!” You squeal quietly and she laughs while sniffling and wiping her eyes

“And you’re an Auntie”

Chimney looks up at you and Eddie from his spot on the edge of the bed next to Maddie

“Do you guys wanna meet your niece?” He asks softly and you fan your eyes

“Yes please!!!”

Eddie reaches out and takes the baby from him, carefully handing her to you

“Hi babygirl” you coo softly “Oh hi my little muffin” you sniffle and Eddie wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder

“She’s beautiful,” he says softly and you nod quickly, getting too choked up to say anything. Eddie kisses your cheek and nuzzles his nose against you and you giggle, looking at him

Buck takes several pictures of that.

You sit with her for a while after Bobby and Athena leave, Eddie’s arm resting on your shoulders as you lean into him, your legs in Buck's lap. Maddie and Chim are out cold and you don’t blame them

They trust you three to take care of the baby and that’s the most important thing in the world to you. Buck is sending all kinds of pictures to the group chat, especially the ones when Eddie can’t help but kiss you, Buck calls it baby fever.

You set Jee-Yun down in the bassinet to let her rest next to Maddie and go back to Eddie, sitting in his lap

“So…” Buck says as you get comfy, leaning against Eddie’s chest and closing your eyes

“We are so not talking about it,” Eddie says and you giggle into his neck

“Oh come on!!! This is the second moment I’ve been waiting for!! You gotta tell me everything!”

“I’m not doing that” Eddie rolls his eyes “…Right now anyway”

You slap his chest and Buck snickers, leaning back in his seat

“Oh boy am I ready for this. Don’t worry Tommy and I will set everything up!!”

“For what?” Chimney asks from the bed, rubbing at his eyes and settling back into Maddie’s side

“Another boy's night… they had S-E-X” He whisper yells and you slap your hands over your face while Eddie snorts, shaking his head

“You guys did what?!?!!” Chimney sits up fast, whispering loudly

“Can you guys shut up?!” Everyone is whispering at this point “You’re gonna wake the baby!!” Maddie scolds you all

“Yeah everyone shut up!” You say

“Maddie!!! Maddie they had S-E-X” Buck squeaks and her eyes pop open

“They had what now?!!!”

Three weeks after the birth, Buck schedules his boy's night with a cute little guest. Maddie was starting to get a little frazzled with Chim being away so much so he took the baby with him over to Buck’s so she could enjoy her girl's night.

The second the door swings open she’s already in Buck’s arms. He snuggles her and leaves Chimney in the doorway and Eddie rolls his eyes, coming over to help him in with the stroller and diaper bag

“Look who it is!!” Buck squeals as he comes over to Tommy “It’s baby Buckley!!”

“Hey honey” Tommy boops her nose and she coos softly

“I think I’m gonna cry” Buck sniffles and Tommy snorts, rolling his eyes

“Do you want me to finish making the pulled pork?”

“That would be nice, thank you” Buck looks around before leaning over and kissing his cheek, but Tommy turns his head and captures his lips instead

“I saw that,” Eddie says as he walks past with the baby carrier

A half-hour later, Buck has Jee-Yun on her back on the floor

“H-O-TT-O-G-O” he sings in a high-pitched voice as he pumps her little feet after feeding her and she stares up at him

“You having a good time over there?” Eddie asks as he sips his beer and Buck looks up

“I’m having the best time. Look at my little niece go”

“Apparently I’m getting a break too, you haven’t put her down since I got here” Chim clinks beers with Eddie and Buck picks her up and sets her down into her bassinet. He’d gotten her a ton of baby stuff at his house already and started babyproofing for when she was older

“Are you kidding me? I’m gonna have her all the freaking time you guys are gonna wonder if you even have a baby”

Tommy comes in and gives Eddie and Chimney plates of tacos and Mexican rice

“Your girlfriend knows what she’s talking about when it comes to rice,” Tommy says to Eddie as he comes back in again with two more plates and hands one to Buck

“Oh did she teach you how to make this?” Eddie asks as he takes a spoonful, his eyes rolling back. It’s not as good as yours, nothing is as good as yours but damn does this come close

“Nevermind just answered my own question, you’ve definitely done her proud”

“Thank you, thank you” Tommy chuckles

“Speaking of doing someone proud” Buck takes a bite of his taco and Chimney chokes on his, laughing.

“What the fuck kind of segue was that”

“I think I’ve been very patient thank you very much”

“He’s right, he hasn’t said anything,” Tommy says sipping his beer and Eddie rolls his eyes

“You’re only saying that because you’re his boyfriend”

“He’s not my boyfriend”

“I’m not his boyfriend”

Chimney and Eddie both look at each other and Buck throws his napkin at them

“Can we please talk about your love life!!! Not mine. My complete lack of!”

“Are you gonna act like you weren’t totally sore on Monday…�� Eddie says nonchalantly, biting his taco and Buck slaps his thigh

“You fucked Y/N! Talk!”

Tommy tosses his head back laughing and Eddie groans

“This is embarrassing”

“Nah you better dish” Chimney agrees and Eddie slumps in his seat, balancing his plate on his stomach

“Alright fine! It was really nice okay” His cheeks flush deeply and Buck squeals

“She’s just so beautiful, and so sweet… and hey!!” Eddie sits up, putting his plate on the coffee table “Why didn’t you tell me she was a virgin??”

Tommy and Chimney’s mouths drop open and Buck laughs like a hyena

“Dude I almost creamed in like-“

“Six seconds,” Tommy says and Eddie throws his napkin down

“Exactly!!! I made love to her and I could barely handle myself. She was-“

“Wait” Buck covers his ears “Okay go”

Chimney laughs at him and Tommy shakes his head

“She was so tight, I was nervous I was gonna hurt her and I nearly-“ he gives Buck a thumbs up as he uncovers his ears “I nearly died when she asked me to go faster and oh god it was good it was the best I’ve ever had”

He’s practically glowing as he pulls his knees to his chest. Tommy squeals into a pillow and Buck is kicking his legs

“We told you it would be good!!” Chimney shakes Eddie’s shoulders, bouncing on the couch and Eddie rolls over, laughing

“I’m gonna be so real, it’s hard to stay off her. I just can’t, you know what I mean?”

“My wife just had a baby, I know what you mean” Chimney laughs and Buck blushes a little while Tommy stays silent

“She looks so pretty and she sounds so pretty and every time she called me dadd-“ he freezes and slaps his hands over his mouth and they all stare at him

“Every time she called you what?!?!!” Buck screams as he jumps on Eddie

You set down the charcuterie board you made with Eddie before he left, it’s full of chocolate and Maddie’s favorite candies and those Teddy Grahams that Hen really likes, and a few other things.

Charcuterie boards are a feeling.

Athena pours glasses of wine for everyone and a juice pack in Maddie’s glass then comes out with the little tray. Maddie and Hen are going to town on the ribs you ordered for dinner and you soon join in

“So tell us everything,” Karen says, thanking Athena and taking the glass

“I don’t even know where to start!” You blush “Eddie was really sweet, he was so gentle… I know he was really holding back”

“So it was your first time?” Hen asks and you nod

“Yeah… I’d told him a little before I got hurt and I guess he’s been planning something nice and god was it the most romantic night I’ve ever had”

“Did you guys do it in the hot tub?�� Maddie asks as she takes a big bite from her rib and you snort while Athena whacks her shoulder

“We kinda did? That’s where it started. If I wasn’t tired I would have asked to go back in” You giggle and Karen “Ooos”

“He’s big too. It’s like it just kept coming when he was letting me adjust to him. God you should have seen him above me. He looked so hot” You’ve practically got little hearts in your eyes as you reach for your glass

“If it’s anything like the way he bench presses” Hen mumbles and you squeal

“He made love to me, we made love!!!” you sigh dreamily, flopping over and Maddie pokes your side, teasing you

“Did you get to ride him?” Karen asks excitedly and you pout

“He wouldn’t let me!! He said he didn’t think I was ready for it… but when I tell you we’ve been going at it for the last three weeks. I can barely walk straight. That man has been putting me through the mattress”

“You think we didn’t notice?” Athena huffs into her glass and Maddie high-fives her. You roll your eyes and groan softly

“It’s not my fault he’s got a dick the size of a baseball bat!!”

Hen chokes on her wine and Karen pats her back as Maddie bursts out laughing

“You wanna see the pictures?” You grin coyly, wiggling your eyebrows

“You took pictures?!!” Karen shrieks and Hen and Maddie dive for your phone immediately and you squeal as they knock you over and yank your phone from your hands

“Wait!! Wait!!” You’re laughing as Maddie screams looking through your photos

“Y/N Diaz-Buckley!!!” Hen yells at you and you hide your face

“Wait I wanna see!!! Karen joins the pile on top of you and her mouth drops open

“How did you even get into that position?!”

You’d been sending Eddie a ridiculous amount of photos while he was at work, he came home nearly every night, picking you up and taking you straight to the bedroom. Sometimes you didn’t even make it there and he’d take you on the nearest surface

“Shut up!!” You cry out and Athena gets up, standing above Maddie

“Damn girl. I don’t think I could even do that when I was younger”

“Oh, I bet you could have” Karen winks at her and you all “ooo” at her and she flicks you all off.

“Can we please just get to the pictures I meant?!” You yank your phone from Maddie’s hand unlock the folder of the ones from your first night together and hand it back to her and all four women stare, absolutely stunned

“Oh”

“My”

“God”

You walk through the bay doors with a fresh tray of brownies, it’s a rather large one… you’ve got a lot of excess energy to burn through when Eddie’s at work.

“Good afternoon Ravi!” You say cheerily as you set the tray down on the table and put a large pink knife down next to it with a stack of paper princess plates

“Oh uh- Good afternoon! You’re sure in a good mood” He watches you cut him a nice-sized brownie and hand him the plate

“Am I??” Your eye twitches the teeniest bit and he nearly choked on his brownie

“He’s here you know”

“Who?” You ask nonchalantly, cutting up another brownie and setting it on a plate

“He’s actually in the showers. Got really dirty at the last fire, I think he slipped in the mud”

“The showers?” Your hand stalls, and he takes the knife from your hand

“Down the stairs to your left. The door can lock from the inside, I think only Bobby has the key”

You cup his face, pulling him in and giving him a big kiss on the forehead

“I love you”

You’d slide down the banister if you could, you hurry down the stairs, your platforms thudding as you go. You open the door to the showers and look around for a second making sure no one else is in there and you lock the door behind you

You approach the showers, listening to Eddie humming softly to himself. He starts to sing quietly and you stall, listening to him. He’s not bad, it’s some Selena song you both love and you giggle quietly before steeling your nerves.

“Eddie?” You call out, pulling your shirt over your head and he stops, pulling back the curtain. Your eyes meet his as you toss your shirt next to his on the bench. He leans against the shower wall, watching you strut over to him while peeling your bra off, letting your tits bounce, and unzipping your shorts, revealing your bare pussy. You toe off your shoes and socks and step out of your shorts

His eyes widen as he takes in your body, your full, plush, hips. The way your nipples are hardening as the cool air hits them, he can already feel them on his tongue. His eyes trail down and he freezes in his spot

“Y-you didn’t wear-“

“I knew what I wanted when I got ready to come here” you purr and he bites his lip, watching the way your hips sway seductively as you walk toward him

“You think you’re real cute sending me pictures huh?” You ask him, pouting a little and you don’t miss the way his dick jumps at your pout

“Just a little payback” His voice is low and a bit strained, his eyes are definitely watching your nipples

“Well it worked” He steps aside as you step into the small space with him, he watches the way the water flows over your body, trickling down between your breasts

“You’re drooling”

Your giggle is cut off as he backs you up against the wall, his hand cupping your face, the other gripping your hip as he captures your lips. He kisses you frantically, trailing hot wet kisses down your neck before pulling away to wrap his tongue around your nipple. His moans vibrate through your chest as he sucks contentedly, he lays his tongue flat before rolling it around the hard nub, playing with it like he does your clit

“Fuck I can never get enough of your tits,” He says hotly before kissing across your chest and giving your other nipple the same treatment “Better let me suck on em when we get home too”

“I will, I promise” You reach between you two, pumping his clock slowly, relishing in the way it hardens in your hand. He’s a lot to handle, you drag his tip between your folds and he thrusts his cock into your hand.

“Holy fuck” He moans as you let go and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him feverishly. He growls against your lips, pinning you to the wall, and grabs your thighs

“You ready for this Sugar Cube?” He smirks and lifts you up easily. You squeak and wrap your legs securely around his waist

“Eddie Diaz!!”

“Yes, Mrs. Diaz-Buckley?” He taunts you and you can feel him poking at your entrance before he thrusts in deeply, groaning at your warmth enveloping him.

“Fucking hell” You gasp loudly, letting your head fall against the shower wall. He fucks you under the hot spray, your bodies slipping together as the soap flows down his body under the water

“Beg for it baby, come on I wanna hear you” he growls as your nails dig into his shoulders, you pant raggedly as you kiss him

“Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me harder” You cry out when his hips speed up, kissing your cervix over and over, your eyes roll back in your head as he attacks your neck, leaving dark love bites in his path. You whimper into his shoulder making soft little “ah” noises with each thrust.

The sounds of your mixed moans echo off the tile walls surrounding you. You slap your hand against the wall next to you, trying to brace yourself from the onslaught of his hips driving into you over and over again. He’s relentless, chasing after both of your highs. You switch to rubbing your clit in fast circles and he can feel you clenching tighter and tighter around him

You’re having sex in the shower, the shower at work. And this certainly isn’t a dream

Your orgasm hits you hard, he has to cover your mouth as you scream into his hand, your body shuddering as you squirt over his cock

“God you feel incredible” He grunts in your ear as your pussy flutters around his cock. You feel him cum as it floods your insides, painting your walls with his hot seed. He thrusts slowly, moaning your name and holding his cock in you all the way for a moment before pulling out. He sets you down carefully, your legs absolute jelly and you giggle deliriously, kissing him passionately

“Always so tight for me” He nuzzles against your neck and you smile “Always so perfect”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

“I love you guys too. Now Eddie, can you tell me where you left the window puncher from earlier? Is it in your pants?”

Buck is standing right outside the shower stall, his arms crossed over his chest. You stumble forward, peeking your head out of the curtain

“I locked the door”

“I know, I thought Eddie did it on accident and got the key from Bobby, dude you lasted like six seconds”

“I’m in the shower at work, I’m not exactly going to drag it out, it’s called a quickie for a reason” Eddie scoffs and you facepalm as they talk

“You could have at least pinned her against the wall man. You can’t be over-exerting yourself at work”

“Yeah I know, I’ll do that next time”

“Are we done discussing this??” You scold them and Eddie shrugs

“I mean he has a-“

“Can you just help me get dressed” you grumble at Buck, interrupting Eddie as he supports you against his chest

“Are you joking?” Buck covers his mouth, trying to stop his giggles

“Can you just shut up and help me!!!”

Eddie pulls you back into the shower, rinsing his cum from your legs and you blush deeply when he winks at you. He shuts off the shower and wraps his towel around you before pulling back the curtain fully and handing you off to Buck. He is so damn proud of what he just did to you and he’s practically beaming at Buck

“You didn’t have to be so rough with her… daddy” Buck throws his head back laughing and you start beating on him

“Shut up!!”

You leave the station with a new pep in your step and a relaxed little smile on your face and Ravi loses his mind. Eddie walks you out to the car, holding your hand and swinging it as you walk

“I’ll see you at home?” He asks as he opens the jeep door for you and helps you in

“Mhm, I’m making enchiladas too so I hope you’ll be hungry”

“I'm starving after that work out, might need a little snack to tide me over” He winks as he kisses you and you giggle, kissing him back

“There are brownies, or you know hopefully there’s still brownies”

Eddie pouts as he shuts the door and steps back

“I think you and I are thinking of very different snacks”

You stick your tongue out at him and he raises an eyebrow

“Better watch out before I put that tongue to better use”

Your mouth drops and he grins widely

“Drive safe baby girl, love you”

“Love you too” you mumble with your eyes narrowed at him as you pull off

He watches you drive off, waving until he can’t see you anymore

God, he loves you

He doesn’t have much time to walk back in when the alarm starts going off, he jogs over to his gear and gets it on, Buck takes his helmet and sets it on his head, giving it a tap with his knuckles

“You’re gonna be the last one readyyy” he teases in a singsong voice as he legitimately skips off to the truck. Bobby looks up at him, shaking his head slowly as he watches Buck climb into the truck

Eddie is the last one in, and he does get scolded by Bobby and they all tease him but he just can’t seem to care because all he can think about is you and what you’d just done. So what if he’s gotta clean the truck when they get back?

He and Buck are assigned to hose gold, (Buck named it) they manage to tame part of the fire while the others get the other part, it’s pretty quick work really, it doesn’t seem like it wanted to burn very long which Eddie thought was suspicious in itself but hey? A short call? Who cares how it started.

They finish putting it out and head inside to put out any smaller fires there’s one or two but nothing too bad… it just seems off for some reason.

He and Buck part ways for a bit, searching through their part of the building when Eddie hears a weird noise, he picks up a crowbar from the floor and stalks slowly toward the noise

“Buck? Do you hear that?” Eddie asks into his radio, he looks around in the next room, still hearing a faint clicking noise now

“Buck, do you copy?” Eddie looks at his radio for a second, clicking it to make sure it’s working

Bobby’s voice comes over the radio now, “Hey heads up boys, I think Y/N just pulled up”

That makes Eddie perk up and now he’s in even more of a hurry to find Buck

“Cap, Buck isn’t-“

Just as he’s about to report that Buck has gone silent, a black cat goes running through the hallway, right over Eddie’s shoes

“Jesus-“ he swings the crowbar like a sword for a minute as the cat runs out of the front door. Buck comes around the corner finally, making that stupid clicking noise

“Have you seen a cat anywhere? About yay-big?” He holds his hands up and Eddie smacks his chest

“Will you quit messing around!” Eddie tosses down the crowbar and Buck puts his hands on his hips

“Hey! We save everyone! Including cute cats!!”

Eddie rolls his eyes as they walk back into the main room together and he nearly kicks Buck in the face for scaring him like that

“I’m telling you, This wasn’t a normal fire,” Eddie says, looking around one last time and Buck starts checking things out around him as well

“This is weird, and totally none of our business!!” He laughs as he walks away from Eddie, checking for survivors on the other side of the room

“I’ll let Athena know something is totally fishy! You coming?”

“Yeah just give me a sec I got a rock in my boot”

“Of course you do” Eddie chuckles as he rolls his eyes and walks out of the room, Buck is right behind him, hopping along instead of just sitting down to take the boot off. They leave the building and give the all-clear

“I think Y/N is here, I’m gonna go check”

“What’s she doing here?” He plops on the grass next to the front door

“She was actually in town when she saw the truck go by” He laughs as he takes off his mask “Just thought she’d come by and see if things were okay”

“Ooooo were you texting her” Buck teases and Eddie kicks his leg

“No, Bobby radioed when you were chasing that cat and apparently turned it off so you didn’t scare it”

“I named him Robert”

“Robert?”

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”Buck pretends to shoot him with little finger guns and Eddie rolls his eyes

“Hurry up and get the rock out, I wanna go home”

“You mean so I can catch y’all in the shower again?”

Eddie groans as he walks away “You’re never gonna let me live that down huh?”

“Hell no, buddy!!” Buck calls out laughing as he takes his boot off.

He’s just shaking it out when he hears the gravel crunch from behind him

“Robert?? Did you go back in when I told you not to?!”

He shoves his foot back in his boot and gets up “Hereeee Robert! Come on! I promised you treats remember?? Come out, come out wherever you a-“

Thunk

“Buck is missing”

“What?” Your heart drops to the floor as Eddie holds your arms, trying to get you to focus and breathe, but your head is spinning and your hands are shaking

“What no? No, no, no, no, no. Hell no- not my Buck.”

“They’re looking for him right now, I’m- I’m sure he’s fine Y/N he’s an idiot he probably just wandered off and got lost”

You stand next to the truck, tugging at the roots of your hair and Eddie takes your hands, putting them on his chest

“Sugar Cube?, Corazón, pay attention to me. Come on”

You look up at him, your breathing quick and fast.

“He’s probably just-“

“We have a hostage situation”

Both of your heads whip around to Athena as she talks to Bobby, pointing at things and coordinating with him

“You have a what?!” You run up to her, Eddie’s hand still laced with yours

She looks at you a bit pained “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Y/N you’re a civilian. In fact, most of you need to be leaving now that the building is secure”

“Where’s-“

“Don’t ask me that” She cuts you off “Please, don’t ask me that Y/N”

“I’m not leaving, hell no”

“It could get dangerous. It’s my job to keep you safe” Athena puts her hand on your shoulder and you cross your arms over your chest

“I’ll stay out of the way, I promise. But I’m not going anywhere”

You get on your phone, walking away to text Tommy, and Athena sighs, Eddie just shrugs and follows you.

No one is gonna get past that Buckley stubbornness.

You climb into the Jeep and Eddie gets in with you, taking his helmet off and putting it on your head

“What are you doing?”

“Getting Tommy up here to sit with me, besides he needs to know”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“You’re gonna be my informant. You can get closer than I can”

“And if I get shot?”

“Walk it off”

Eddie lays his head against the headrest, chuckling as you text Tommy the address.

“How are you so calm?” You finally turn to him, looking at him from under the helmet. He turns his head to look at you, you look cute like that. He wonders what you’d look like in just that.

“Because one of us has to be. I’m just as scared as you are Y/N… maybe even more. But what good am I if I’m panicking? In order to help Buck… I have to stay calm”

“You’re doing so good baby,” you say softly, holding down the helmet and tilting your head up to kiss him

“I’m sorry I’m being pushy and not taking your feelings into account too.”

He kisses you, his finger pulling your chin closer

“It’s okay… I feel… safe, telling you that I’m really freaking out right now. I don’t know what to do and I feel guilty I walked away from him. Maybe if I hadn’t he wouldn’t have been taken”

“I think something would have just been created to separate you two, Eddie. If whoever that is just wanted, Buck? They’d have definitely had contingency plans”

“We could have fought them off together” Eddie sighs, rubbing a gloved hand over his face. You reach over, pull them off, and set them on the dashboard

“You don’t know if they have a weapon, Eddie, it could have gone so much worse. You’re right… all we can do is remain calm… and do our best to help him”

Eddie opens his arms and you very awkwardly climb into his lap

“You could’ve just gotten out and come around” He chuckles quietly and you shrug

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Tommy arrives on the scene in record time and gets in on the driver's side. You and Eddie look over at him, pulling away from an intense make-out session and he rolls his eyes

“What? Gotta get rid of the nervousness!” You defend yourself and he smirks

“Mhm sure”

“You want me to make out with you too? It really helps take the edge off” Eddie sighs contentedly and Tommy chuckles, shaking his head

“No thanks, I’m good for now. Might take you up on that later though”

“Please make sure I’m there when that happens,” You say dreamily and Eddie whacks your thigh

You guys make a plan, and Eddie sneaks over to the trailers to convince Athena to give you some kind of listening equipment as long as you promise to stay out of the way

“You doin' okay?” You ask as Tommy holds you tightly to his chest. You’d climbed into his lap as soon as Eddie left and he welcomed it, hugging you to him

“Evan is strong… he’s smart... I’m sure he’s okay” He doesn’t look at you and you put your hand on his cheek, looking at him knowingly

“That’s not what I asked.. but you’re right. I know Buck’s okay for now… I’d… I’d feel if he wasn’t… you know?”

“Trust me, I know.”

Eddie comes back with two earpieces and you kiss him senseless. Athena offered to let him stay if you two promised to be on your best behavior and he agreed you would. He gives you both a small nod as he goes back to the trailer. Now all you can do is wait…

There’s no contact and there hasn’t been any for about half an hour. You’re starting to lose patience when the phone starts ringing. Everyone in the trailer looks at it and Athena picks it up

“Hello? This is Officer Athena Grant. To whom am I speaking?”

“Hi Athena, I’m Nero”

You giggle a little at the reference and cover your mouth, you’re supposed to be serious

“Fucking nerd” Tommy snorts and you whack his chest

“Says the guy who understood the hilarity”

“I think I have someone you might want…” you hear his voice clearly through the earpiece and it sounds oddly familiar

“I think you do too. Any chance you’ll just give him back?”

“That’s not a great negotiation tactic. No, I think I’ll keep him”

“Can you let us talk to him? Let us know Buck is alive?”

“My pleasure” There’s a shuffling noise and a soft groan

“Mo- Athena??”

Your heart drops as you hear Buck, he sounds dazed. Tommy’s hand grips yours just a little tighter, you know what you’re feeling… you can’t imagine what he is.

“Alright, that’s enough Bucky dear.” You hear a small thud and Nero chuckles quietly

“Mom huh? That’s cute. That’s really cute, considering his shit parents? I’m glad he found you and Bobby. Really”

How the hell did he know all of that??

“Look, we want to help you. So help us, help you. What can we get for you? I’m sure you have demands” Athena speaks into the phone, she hangs her head as she takes a deep breath, steeling her nerves.

“I want Eddie Diaz”

They all look over at Eddie, who’s standing with his arms crossed, biting the tip of his thumb

“Wait what?” He shakes his head, letting his arms fall “Me??”

“Yes. You” There’s an angry growl to his tone “Did I fucking stutter?”

“Oh god…” You whisper, looking up at Tommy, the color draining from your face

“Tommy, Tommy I know that voice.”

“What??”

“Please, please you gotta believe me!”

“Of course, I believe you Y/N, who the hell is it??”

“It’s the man from the club”

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mcufan1066 · 2 years ago

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Maddie is Bi

I believe that Maddie is dating Wally, Rhonda, Dawn, and Mina. She's dead, so it's time for her to finally start living her life.

#school spirits #maddie nears #wally clark #maddie x wally #maddie x rhonda #maddie x dawn #maddie x mina

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r3ynah · 10 months ago

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Family of Distinguished People.

So like what if, the Fenton family is just a family full of heroes, villains, and vigilantes. like.. just imagine a long line of people that had or has contributed to the world somehow. Like the Fenton parents as Supervillains, Jazz as a Vigilante, Danny as Hero. Dani just decides to travel not too interested, but does help with her family if needed, Dan does the same thing.

BUT WHAT IF joker is actually a close relative of the Fenton Family (ex. Uncle, Cousin,Family Friend) and like he's just there all happy with his (found)family during family reunions, birthdays and shit.

And the batfam are just like so confused and stressed to why the joker goes missing once a month.

While Joker is literally having a game of Monopoly with the elementary kids at amity park (the kids couldn't bother, they've saw scarier things they handled scarier things) cue Joker giving the kids a hundred dollars because he lost.

This is just one of my what if prompts, that i got locked up in a vault. Might delete this later who knows.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #dpdc #Joker and Jack certainly does the dramatic airport scene #where very close friends meet each other again after so many years and run up to each other and hug while bawling their eyes out #yeah thats them add them falling dramatically to the ground still in each other's arms #Joker presents the kids with a PowerPoint presentation to why villainy is the way to go and better wages #he almost convinced them #Maddie helps Joker create a new toxin #they bond over that very sadistically its overwhelming #this was made at the crack of dawn #Literally #Oh btw they did the airport scene in slowmo #With the dramatic orchestra background music #Joker is screaming and crying for the lost 500 dollars

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ilariyalavorowrites · 2 months ago

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Stalking Me, Stalking You (CSI Nick Stokes) Part Five

Imagine: You never saw it coming, you never knew he was there until the moment he struck. For months, this individual had stalking you from the shadows, trying to find a way into your life. Never quite able to but in his mind, time was running out and soon enough you would be completely out of reach. This was the moment to act, to ‘rescue’ you and steal you away.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, hurt but eventual comfort. Suffering, lots of suffering, slow-moving plot, stalking, obsessive behaviour.

Pairings: Nick Stokes x Reader and Reader x OC (one-sided)

Word count: 2,528 words

Universe: CSI

Reader gender: Female

Part Five of Ten

Tagged: @just-call-me-the-old-hag @horsedragonllama @space-helen @kneelforloki @flopiboni @maddy-villain @ilkkawhat

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Chapter Five

Countdown: Four Months Remaining

The rattling of keys twisting in the lock was the sound that haunted you throughout this waking nightmare that you could not call living. It alerted you of his imminent presence.

He was allowing you a few precious moments to prepare for what he might have in store for the day. Every day had been different. Your jailer kept you on your toes, showing his prize for all to see. For that was all you would ever be, his pretty little pet tightly tethered, never able to wander far from his side, always within sight. Most would simply see an overzealous spouse, trying his best to keep his pregnant bride out of harm's way.

In light of your present condition, you had been trusted to sleep alone, locked in the master bedroom. A panic button had been recently installed to summon him to your side if such a need arose. Yet as the grains of sand slowly fell into your hourglass, it seemed more likely that you would have to push the damn red button.

He hardly mentioned your ever-growing waistline, only in polite company when it inevitably arose in conversation. He played his part beautifully like a doting father-to-be would. His facade of excitement vanished the second that the front door slammed shut, he could hide his thinly veiled expressions from you. His jealousy shone through, each time his eyes fell on your growing bump housing a life that he hadn’t had a hand in the conception of.

It was similarly a tool to use. You shivered at the thought of what he might do when the time came when your waters broke. The fear had been slowly building with each new day. You still had time. You were comfortably within your second trimester, around the five-month mark. Each new day brought with it surprises and a new round of nightmares as new scenarios played out on your inner silver screen as you slept.

Sleep itself was becoming increasingly more difficult, as your little one liked to rest against your bladder, so more often than not you’d have to get up more than a few times throughout the night. Each new development brought on a new degree of heartache, which reminded you of the fact that Nick should have been here for this. As the flutters and kicks grew stronger, the tears flooded like the bursting banks of a rushing river.

It could be easily explained away, hormones and mood swings of an expectant mother. Nothing out of the ordinary as you forced yourself to smile through the sorrow. The first rays of dawn creeping over the horizon shone through the closed drapes, hiding a large bay window that could not be opened, it had been nailed shut before you had been permitted to sleep within these hallowed walls.

The softness of the bed linen outshone any of the countless sheets and duvet covers that you owned, they were truly in a league of their own. Only matched the most luxurious hotel suites that you had found yourselves walking in, met the sight of the worst that humanity could do to one another. Still, such horror seemed a world away when compared to your imprisonment.

Yet the threat of violence was held by the thinnest of threads. You knew from on-the-job experience that one wrong step was all it took, one misplaced word could turn your world on its head. All of this would always, your continued existence was at his pleasure. You needed to continue to play the dutiful spouse and companion to see another sunrise like this one.

It was such a breathtaking sight to behold, watching as the vivid oranges and yellow dance through your fingers as the morning rays passed through the thin, silky curtains separating you from the outside world. Moments like this made you think of Nick, of gently waking to the sight of him still lost in dreams after a long night’s work. In those moments, he looks younger, the hard lines born from the difficult cases fade away in an instant.

You can easily lose yourself in daydreams of him for hours on end, remembering both the good times and the bad.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------You checked the time on your dashboard, as you turned into the hospital’s main car park. 5:45 pm was displayed on the tiny screen, your shift had been over for the last fifteen minutes. You still had plenty of time to spare since you hadn’t made any concrete plans for the night ahead outside of this stop. You could always call up Lexie, one of the few friends that you had made since starting your new job as you knew, she loved to party and dance away.

She was like you, a single woman living alone in the heart of Sin City. Where you differed was that she would easily go a little too wild and over the edge, as she got lost in the music and whoever she happened to be dancing with. She was a wild card but sometimes you needed to cut loose too. To forget the horrors of the day, the varying degrees of twisted minds that used the Vegas strip as their hunting ground.

As you manoeuvred your patrol car into the tiny space far from the entrance your thoughts quickly turned to the handsome CSI who you’d been crushing hard on for some time now easily making you smile. Nick Stokes was way out of your league, of that you were certain.

However, such thoughts would have to wait. You needed to check in with Lydia. You had promised her that you would come back to visit as she needed to stay in the hospital for at least one more night. You could still vividly picture the awful state that she was found in when you rolled up to answer the call.

She had been the lucky one, Lydia had survived by the skin of her teeth but the ones that came before hadn’t. She had been the last victim in the chain going back a fair few months, the one that refused to die. She had been the first case in which you were taking point, this was your case.

It had been a few weeks since your promotion to Detective. You had been riding that high through the cases that landed on your desk but they were not your priority like Lydia’s had been. It had been difficult to stop yourself from stepping over the line and remain strictly professional.

As you stepped out of your unmarked vehicle, before swiftly locking it behind you then crossing the parking lot and heading into the hospital and up towards the ward. The trip through the familiar white, sterile corridors was uneventful and barely took no more than ten minutes. You traversed the same path on each visit. You could get to the ward with your eyes closed if you wished to but you didn’t. As you’d likely bump into many people on your travels that way.

Soon you found yourself choosing to wait for the lift over taking the stairs and climbing up three flights to reach your destination. Your legs ached, from having chased a suspect as they fled from the scene of crime earlier on in the day. There was no way that you were going to take the more physically taxing option. As you watched the floor numbers slowly creep down from 6, a small crowd formed around you. All awaiting going your way, up. You didn’t glance around, knowing that it was likely a mix of visitors and staff.

It was getting closer by the second, you dared to hope that Lydia had taken the advice of the medical staff to see the onsite psychologist. She had only just started to come out of her shell, more so with each visit. You were seeing a ghost of a smile creep in now and then, in those brief moments of peace. It was understandable that she would never go back to the person that she used to but you wanted to help her find a new balance, a new sense of normal as she came to terms with the trauma that she had gone through.

The pain would fade, the cuts and broken bones would mend but the mental anguish would linger on. Lydia had been beaten within an inch of her life, her face heavily bruised and almost recognisable. The ding announcing that the lift’s arrival dragged you out of your thoughts of then.

You stepped in, ready to press 3 on the panel but before you could a voice spoke “Which floor?” You turned your head, politely smiling in their direction before answering. “Three please”

Your focus quickly turned away from the kind stranger, you’d give them a second thought as the doors slid shut and the lift began to ascend.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- “As of this moment, this case is now part of an ongoing Federal Investigation”

Agent Aveline Montgomery confidently spoke to the CSIs standing across from her. She watched as her men rounded up the last of the evidence boxes. This latest victim had surprisingly outlasted all of the prior ones. The pattern had been fixed, as usually by the time the second set of photographs arrived, the women would have already been discarded. According to the profile, he treated them like broken toys who failed to live up to the seemingly unreachable heights of his deluded fantasy.

This individual had eluded the long of justice for the last eight years, having crossed multiple state lines to abduct his chosen few but the bodies of the murdered women that come before had never been found. He had held onto those failures, as tightly as he had done when they had been alive. The detective had been different, she had played along and survived. She had been his ideal, fitting the mould that all those others had failed to fit into.

She glanced up at the photographs pinned to the layout board. Each had been taken in a similar vein, softly lighting her oddly intimately. It was as if he had been covertly caressing her form, showing his deeply twisted desires in a few frames. However, they lacked any signs of escalating violence, no fear in the subject’s eyes as her last moments were captured. The final image had always been the same, that of the woman’s broken, dead body. His rage displayed front and centre as his hatred for failure bled through.

Aveline could only imagine the delight that this sick prick must have felt the moment that his chosen victim did not break the immersion. She had theorised that the killer was trying to right a perceived wrong that had been committed. Trying to rewrite a part of their personal history. The others had made him truly face the fractured reality, to face what had gone wrong the first go-round leading them to their deaths.

Aveline had been doing this job for the best part of twenty years but this one could be the cornerstone of her career. She refused to let this one slip any further through her fingers.

“This will be a Joint Taskforce as this perpetrator has knowingly crossed state lines to abduct then murder his victims when they fail to play the role that he has assigned.” She briefly explained, turning her focus back to the silent few, taking their varying facial expressions from left to right. Each told a story, some more openly than others.

One stood out from the crowd, the victim’s partner Nicolas Stokes, she would have to keep an eye on him. Hoping that he won’t become a problem but then again, she could handle such delicate situations if she needed to. Aveline just dared to think that it wouldn’t come to that. Emotions are already running high, this was a case that hit home for many an officer. It would be akin to walking on eggshells, knowing that the next step could crack a few.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------Another round of bad news, that was all Nick needed right now, further souring his already rotten mood. These days, it was hard for the Texan to be anything other than sullen. What did he have to smile about when his partner had not been found?

Progress had been slow, as if they were being drip-fed. Tips had been few and far between, and lately, they had all been dead ends until the second set of photographs had arrived only a few days prior. He had been wrapped up in chasing down each lead, hopefully at the possibility that this informant would be the one to lead him straight to you. However, each time the disappointment would quickly set in as reality came down hard, like a ton of bricks when they reached the inevitable unsatisfactory conclusion. She was not home.

Seeing his name scrawled across another manila envelope was the wake-up call he needed, kicking him into high gear. This time, it had been different. This one had been posted directly to his home address. A fresh lead with the very real chance of a paper trail, it had to lead somewhere. It had been the last chase that he had observed before the Feds had turned up.

Nick stood off to one side as he watched Greg enter the information pulled from the latest envelope into various databases. Mandy had not been able to find any useable fingerprints, only smudges but they still had been logged as a longshot. Hodges’s chemical analysis had been nearly identical to the one for the first envelope.

Each avenue ventured had drawn a blank, Nick couldn’t even bring himself to take a proper look at the photographs. It had just been too difficult, Catherine had swiftly taken charge taking them from him. He had only seen the first image but that had been enough, if he had been anyone else, he might have seen it as a loving candid shot, taken to show off the woman that the photographer adored but that’s not what it revealed.

It was a wild expression of obsession, a gross exaggeration of prideful glee at gazing longingly at his prize from a safe distance. She never knew that he was there, photographing her when she was vulnerable. It was impossible to forget the sorrowful expression on her face as she sat wistfully staring out of a window with a book perched upon her lap, forgotten in the moment.

It burnt him, something wicked that son of a bitch truly had been tracking her every step of the way for god knows how long. A silent observer with a persistent and unhealthy preoccupation fixated upon his partner. Nick had never seen this coming, his imagination could never dream up such an outcome. Yet here he was.

He had been suppressing his steadily growing rage and frustration for the last few weeks as the investigation began to grind to a complete standstill. Now, this latest development would be the final push to trip him over the edge.

“This isn’t right”

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obsessedelusional · 2 years ago

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small town girl

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ✦ Bellas latest roll has them filming in your tiny home town. They come into you work taking notice of you, wanting to get to know you. After spending a few months together, you form feelings. What happens when you ask to define the relationship before Bella leaves back to England? ANGSTY possible part two if y’all want

word count ✦ 1,700ish

authors note ✦ this was suppose to be a cute little fluffy moment but it turned into angst REAL QUICK lmao I’m basically at 800 followers so thank you love y’all sm

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Bella: do you want anything from the coffee shop

costar: yeah get me a latte pls oat milk

Bella: okay

“Can I get you something?” Bella looks up from their phone, apparently the line had moved a lot faster. Because here Bella was holding up the line, stood a few feet away from the counter. People behind them groaning in annoyance.

“Uh sorry.. Can I get a latte with oat milk and…” Bella trails off when they finally make eye contact with the Barista behind the counter, you. A sweet smile is spread across your lips waiting for a response from the mysterious person in front of them. You lived in a rather small town, a small enough town where everyone knew everyone.

A goofy smile dawns their lips as they try to conjure up words, literally anything at this point. They manage to spit out the rest of their order. You’re too busy tapping away at the register in front of you to notice their lovingly stare.

“That’ll be eleven dollars and fifty cents.” You speak up, bringing Bella back down to earth just long enough to fish out a twenty dollar bill. Before you can enter it into the till, they tell you to keep the change.

“Thank you.” You respond. Bella mentally cursing them self for essentially paying twenty dollars for two cups of coffee but the smile on your face makes it worth every penny.

“Name for the order?” You ask picking up a sharpie and a cup.

“Bella.” They blurt out. You say their name aloud as you write it down, they like their name so much more when it’s coming out your mouth. Bella only realizes they’re staring when you instruct them to wait at pick up spot so you can continue helping customers. They nod yes before moving so you can do your job. Your coworker, Maddie is busy making the drinks while you run the register. As you ring up the next customer you can’t help but notice that they’re full on checking you out.

Bella eventually gets their drinks, ready to leave but not with out making eye contact with you one more time. Leaving you with a smile spread softly across their lips and a small wave. Eventually the line dies down and the small rush of customer is dealt with.

“Who was that?” Maddie asks stealing your attention away from the table your wiping down.

“Who?”

“Bella.”

“I don’t know.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders.

“They were high key checking you out.” Maddie teases.

“You noticed?” You asked, you had noticed too. Thought maybe you were overreacting.

—

Bella decided they’d come back the next day. And everyday till they were done filming in this town, wanting desperately to get to know you better. This time when they walk in your busy dealing with a perverse male customer. Bella gets in line behind the man, listening in on the conversation.

“Come on, just take my number?” The man begs.

“No as I’ve said before, a hundred times I’m not into your type.” You sneer not noticing Bella standing there.

“What do you mean by that?” The man leans over the counter causing you to take a step back noticing Bella’s existence. You smile before facing the annoying man again.

“Can you go away? I have an actual paying customer to assist.” You say motioning to Bella, the man head whips around gaze landing on Bella. Rolling his eyes before pushing away from the counter, leaving the coffee shop.

“Sorry about that.” You apologize, reassuming your position at the register.

“No I’m sorry you have to deal with that.” Bella replies, concern heavy in their voice.

“It’s fine. You kinda get used to it being a female in this kind of work.” You smile, grateful Bella is here when it’s slow. No other customers to take up your time, giving your full attention to Bella.

“Doesn’t make it okay.”

“I started wearing these so maybe men would get the hint to leave me alone.” You explain, pointing to the pride pins in your work apron. A lesbian flag proudly centered in the middle. Bella is confused momentarily cause you weren’t wearing those yesterday. They would of definitely noticed that, right? Either way it only makes them want to get to know you more.

“It also pisses off all the old hicks in this town. So that a plus.” You laugh softly, Bella joins in.

“You’re not from around here? What brings you here?” You ask as an attempt to keep the conversation moving forward. It’s apparent they’re not from here, their accent isn’t familiar. Bella hesitate part of them hating talking about their job to strangers, no matter how they worded it. It felt like bragging.

“Uh.. the show I’m working on is filming here for a few months.”

“That’s cool. So you’re like famous?” You ask curiously.

“I guess you can say that.” Bella laughs awkwardly.

“In anything I would’ve heard of?”

“Probably not.” Bella responds. Part of Bella hated talking about their fame.

“Oh. Well what can I get you?” You ask, they respond with their order. Paying and leaving a generous tip again. Maddie is on their break so you make their drink. Once it’s finished you pass it to Bella, your hands make contact briefly. You both smile when it happens. Just as Bella’s about to say their goodbyes, Maddie walks in from the back room noticing who’s here.

“You can go on your break now.” Maddie says mischievous grin on her face. Your face falls to confusion, you just took your break before she did. Before you can respond she shoos you.

“Join me?” Bella asks, regaining your attention. Bella wasn’t sure what came over them, never usually this forward.

“I don’t have to be back on set for a while.” Bella adds.

“Sure, one sec.” You respond, throwing your apron off and grabbing the drink you had been sipping on all morning. Making your way around the counter to the sitting area. Bella has already found a seat, you sit down with them. A few silent moments pass before you speak up.

“Where are you from?” You ask.

“England.” They respond, taking a sip out the drink you just made for them.

“Wow, you’re far from home. How you liking it here? Tiny little hick town in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s definitely different. A nice different though, I’ve been spending so much time in big cities. Feels like a fresh breath of air.” Bella explains, absent minded as they fiddle with the rings on their fingers.

“Fresh air? More like cow shit but love that for you.” You tease, Bella laughs.

“Have you always lived here?” Bella asks.

“Kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“I was born in California. My mom was over the the big city life, moved us out here when I was four. Lived here since. I was suppose to go to college this year but she’s sick and I can’t imagine leaving her.” You explain, realizing your telling this random person your whole life story. For some reason it feels natural with Bella.

“Sorry for dumping all that on you.”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry she’s not doing well.”

Little did you know in that moment you two would become borderline inseparable. Bella would show up to the coffee shop every morning you worked. Anytime both of you were available, which wasn’t often, you two were together. Always snap chatting each other through out the day. Quickly you formed an attachment to Bella, dreading the day they’d have to leave. Leaving you all alone in this tiny town.

—

Almost three months has passed and you two had done everything a relationship entails without actually labeling it a relationship. Part of you terrified if you pushed too hard, you’d only push Bella away. Deciding early on that you’d leave it up to them where this relationship went. You grew to regret that when you started the feeling of love for Bella started bubbling up inside you, desperate to make it to the surface.

With Bella leaving in a few days you couldn’t handle it any longer. You were lounging in Bella’s bed, enjoying each others company. Both of you silently clicking away on your phones. You kept glancing to Bella praying, hoping that you weren’t going to have to be the one to define the relationship. This could quite possibly be the last time you see Bella. The next few days their schedule was packed and you worked, it was now or never.

“What are we doing?” You ask, barely comes out as a whisper.

“Uhh nothing.. laying here?” Bella responds.

“No like what are we doing?” You ask again, looking over to Bella trying to gauge their reaction. Immediately they tense up, backing away from you.

“I was just wondering cause you’re leaving soon and-“

“We’re just friends,” Bella says but they don’t even sound confident in their statement. You sit up, your blood beginning to boil. You get out of bed reaching for your clothes on the floor. Bella tries to stop you grabbing your wrist, you pull away forcefully.

“I didn’t mean that. I don’t know what we are. I’m leaving, I live all the way on the other side of the fucking planet.” They spit, their voice now filled with anger. They’re following in your lead hurriedly throwing their clothes on. Regret on their behalf settling in quickly.

“Fuck this.” You cry, finally dressed. Grabbing your phone and keys that laid on the bed side table. Nearly out the door before Bella catches up, they grab your arm forcing you to face them.

“Wait please, this will never-” They plead with you, only for you to cut them off mid sentence.

“If you’re just going to tell me some bullshit about how this is over. I don’t want to hear it, I’ve heard enough.” You respond, pulling away from their embrace for the last time. Bella says your name as a last stitch effort to keep you around.

“No fuck you. You don’t just get to bulldoze yourself into my life, make me fall in love with you just to break my fucking heart.” The words come out more nasty than you had wanted but it’s too late. Bella’s stood there, speechless. With that your gone never seeing Bella again.

Part 2??

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ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 3 days ago

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Embedded & Entangled.

by loveshazel

“Alright. Let’s introduce ourselves then” Vi's sarcastically remarked. “I’ll start. The name’s Vi, owner of the tattoo parlour across the street and caretaker of the elderly woman who was kicked out of her home - to make room for your little flower shop. She’s currently sleeping in my bed”

The taller woman’s uncovered eye widened for a moment, as Vi’s words dawned on her. Then, her gaze gradually narrowed.

“Look, Vi, I now understand your anger and frustration” she started in a very patient tone. “But that does not give you the right to barge into my shop and accuse me of carelessly tossing an elderly woman out onto the streets. As I’ve stated before, I was offered a reasonable contract after the last resident had moved out. So whatever quarrel you have - it isn’t with me”

Vi’s fists tightened. “And just what-”

“You don’t even know my name” the tall goddess interrupted her firmly. “And quite frankly, you’re making a fool of yourself - accusing me of crimes I had nothing to do with while you have not even asked for my name”

Vi was left fucking speechless. --- Flower shop owner Cait x Tattoo Parlour owner Vi.

Words: 6034, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Maddie Nolen

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jayce (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Caitlyn Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Caitlyn owns a flower shop, Vi owns the tattoo parlour across the street, Useless Lesbians, Mutual Pining, British Caitlyn (League of Legends), Protective Vi (League of Legends), Tattoo Artist Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends)

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whoopsyeahokay · 8 months ago

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October Sun

summary: you and Wally had finally had a chance to talk, reviewed the information at your disposal, which, by then, had included the text you'd received from Xavier. Even with everything you'd been taught, had researched, had a profound knowledge of, things still hadn't made sense. Had Mr. Anderson really been the Big Bad of your Nancy Drew story? Or had something darker been afoot?

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.13

"—and then this morning, Zav texted—"

"Who?"

"Xavier? Maddie's boyfriend?"

Recognition dawned, "Oh, yeah. I know him," spoken with a sour inflection.

"Yeah, him. He's like my brother from another mother." One who'd flounced out of Xavier's life in 8th Grade and had taken half the family assets with her to Milwaukee.

"Anyway," You resumed your summary of events, "He sent me this." Leaning forward, you showed Wally the picture of Maddie's ticket on your phone. "They found it in the woods not too far from here."

After yesterday's series of unfortunate interruptions, you and Wally had ensconced yourselves halfway up the rows of spectator seats in the stadium. Apart from a groundskeeper on the field and a maintenance worker floating about the upmost level of the grandstand, you were blissfully alone.

You sat sideways, Wally's varsity jacket balled up and shoved behind your back so the armrest wouldn't dig into your spine (his idea). Your knees were bent over the armrest that divided your seat and Wally's, socked feet on his lap, lounging as comfortably as was possible in your position.

Wally, meanwhile, held your ankle, thumb occasionally stroking under the hem of your jeans, and had his legs splayed wide to accommodate their length in such a tight space. Arm stretched across the backs of your seats, fingers of his other hand absentmindedly lifting and placing strands of your hair at the back of your head.

It was nice. Casual.

You and Wally were totally and utterly attuned as if sharing space was a regular occurrence. As if he'd always been part of your story, alongside Xavier and Hana and Lucas, trading easy touches and unfiltered thoughts the way people did when they'd known each other since baby teeth.

It was the connection, of course. A tequila glow under the skin that removed the awkwardness of getting to know someone new and replaced it with the opinion that everyone was ohana.

Once again, you'd spent the night with your nose in the gutter of every book you'd thought could be relevant, and not one had had the insinuation of an answer. If you'd been allowed to ask Nanna, you knew she'd say something ridiculous about soulmates, or twin flames or some other buzzword for 'meant to be'.

She was a diehard romantic like that, despite having suffered the loss of Grandpa Jack mere days after your uncle Andrew was born. She'd never remarried. Never dated. Was content to wait until her body expired and she reunited with Grandpa Jack in the afterlife.

It wasn't fair that Nanna couldn't Travel. That she couldn't see ghosts like you and your mother and Ginny. That the family rule prevented you from speaking to Grandpa Jack so you could relay his messages to Nanna.

In the absence of the swarms and storms and squalls you'd been threatened with if you ever spoke to the dead, you were beginning to hate that rule.

Wally pinched the top knot of your spine, lips swept into a roguish grin. "Lost you for a second there, pretty girl."

Deep brown eyes roamed your face for signs of where your mind had drifted. Having Wally's full attention made your heart beat a little faster, your stomach squirm, your breath catch. It brought with it a sense of empowerment; Wally, former star athlete and school hero, looking at you like you'd hung the moon.

"Uhm~." Eloquent.

Wally chuckled, breezy, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I feel it, too." He admitted, catching his lip between straight, white teeth and glancing away with a blush. "It's not as crazy as it was yesterday, though."

"True." You said, "But it's still pretty intense. It's like taking one shot. You aren't quite tipsy, you're just vibing and it's—"

"Nice." Wally cut in, sloping a few inches forward.

Heat rose in your cheeks and you knew your eyes had gone honey-soft and dreamy under Wally's gaze. "Yeah. It is."

You gave yourself a moment to take in the feeling—sit with it, and accept it—before you decided it was time to get back to business.

"Alright," Wally crooked his arm at the elbow and propped his head on his fist, "Things we know so far: Mr. Anderson paid Maddie off."

"Check."

"But he's paranoid, so he decides to tie up loose ends and remove Maddie from the equation."

"Check."

"He lures her to the boiler room, attacks her, manages to hurt her enough to get blood on the walls, and then..." Wally's voice and expression turned dubious, "Maddie runs?"

You quickly picked up where Wally left off, "She heads through the woods where she drops her ticket, and then she makes it to the service road."

"Where Mr. A finds her—"

"Drugs her into a coma." You and Wally said together before he continued alone.

"—and then he brings her back here?"

You tried not to sound too hopeful when you asked, "How do you know he brought her back here? Did Maddie tell you?"

Wally had mentioned that Maddie couldn't remember anything about what had happened to her last Friday, but if she'd started to get her memory back, maybe this whole thing would be wrapped up before the weekend. Simon would have his best friend back, Xavier wouldn't be looked at like the school pariah anymore, and you and Wally could...

Focus on each other? Mathilda's face smirked at you in your mind.

Or something, You snapped back as you pictured yourself using a chalkboard eraser to erase Mathilda's image from the inside of your skull.

"Nah, babe," Wally said, "She still can't remember anything. At least, not that she's told me. But it doesn't matter because she's haunting the school, right?"

You peered at Wally who looked so eager to be helpful, and tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. Unfortunately, the pieces you had were turning into blobs of color without a picture for reference.

"Well, I mean, it could mean something," You supposed, willing to approach the theory from a new angle. "But she also could've followed him back here without realizing she wasn't in her body."

Wally's hand slipped up from your ankle to your calf where he began to massage the muscle, almost sympathetically. Like he was about to say something offensive and wanted you to be calm when you received it.

With mild suspicion, you listened to what he had to say, though by the end, you couldn't conceal your shock.

"I don't know what you read about ghosts, baby, but we can't move around like that. We haunt where we die. If Maddie's ghost is in the school, it's because that's where she left her body."

Internally, the blue screen of death crashed down as a bullhorn shrieked fatal system error.

Wrong Wrong Wrong.

Grandpa Jack had died in New York and you'd seen him plenty of times in Wisconsin. Hell, you'd seen American ghosts in the UK when you'd visited your dad. American ghosts who'd died on American soil. The books in your family's library verified that ghosts were at liberty to go wherever they pleased, having earned the right after they were relieved from the 'burden of living' (as one rather staunchly Catholic author had written).

And then you remembered, "You mean more trapped than the rest of us?" Wally had said yesterday.

Jack-knifing into an upright position, you gasped, "You're stuck here?!"

Slowly, as if scared to animate you further, Wally said, "Yeah. Whenever we step off school property, we end up back where we died." He glanced at the field warily. "It sucks."

"Wally," You breathed in and out deeply, heart hammering for a reason that had nothing to do with Wally's closeness, "That's not normal."

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PART TWELVE - PART FOURTEEN

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joka13 · 1 year ago

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 23

WARNINGS: none

You walk back to your dormitory in a daze. You are half convinced that what just happened minutes ago back up in the twins' dormitory was a dream (you've had many dreams about the Weasley twins, so another one wouldn't be uncommon). But... no. It was all too real to be a dream. You recall the glorious feeling of being held by George, his arms around you, his lips on yours...

You begin to smile at the memory, but quickly stop yourself. You want to be happy about your wonderful time spent with George, and yet, some part of you can't help but feel that it's all wrong.

"What about Fred?" you had said, and George had appeared completely unbothered by your expression of feeling torn between him and his brother. Wouldn't a man naturally become jealous if he found out that the woman he admired — even if she had the same feelings for him — had feelings for another man, let alone his brother? When it was revealed to you that Fred had been a witness of yours and George's moment, Fred had acted the same. He had even congratulated his twin brother, as if having absolutely no romantic feelings towards you. And then Fred proceeded to flirt with you in the most simple, yet effective way possible right in front of George. Neither of the twins were even a little bit jealous of or upset over the other, and you find it utterly puzzling. Was it possible that (as devilish as the thought was in your wondering mind) the twins had made some sort of agreement, whether it be unspoken or written down on a piece of parchment, to... share you?

For a moment you are so distracted that you're almost caught by a prefect who marches up and down the next hallway. You dash into the shelter of a nearby doorway until it is safe for you to continue.

Fred and George are identical twins, so they tend share a lot of things: clothes, school supplies, good looks... but girlfriends? (Is it even safe to say that you are at the "girlfriend level" with either of the twins, even after pushing past your original limits with George tonight? You've certainly been spending a lot of time with Fred and George over the past few months, and you feel this kind of specialness with them that you've never felt before...) You try to remember if you ever saw or heard about Fred or George with a girlfriend before you officially met them. You know they each had their own individual dates to the Yule Ball last year, but you haven't seen those girls with the twins since.

You sigh as you finally reach the Slytherin common room entrance. You're tired and overwhelmed by everything that has happened, so you push it all to the back of your mind for now. You don't particularly enjoy imagining the twins being with other girls anyway.

You open the door to your dorm to find Maddy in the middle of changing into her pajamas. She makes brief eye contact with you before you politely look away.

You go to pull your trunk out from under your bed and take out your own night clothes to change into. You face your bed and, as you begin to undress, Maddy's low voice interrupts the quiet of the night.

"He talks about you."

You freeze momentarily, wondering at first who in the world she could be referring to, until it dawns on you. Malfoy. The only guy she would ever give a second thought to now. Of course he talks about you. He hates you for wounding his ego, and Malfoy talks an awful lot about the things that he hates. You continue changing.

Maddy goes on as you unbutton your shirt. "Draco doesn't really like me. I wish he did, but he likes you."

The silence that follows is uncomfortable. Maddy has caught you off guard. You expected her to say, if anything, something rude or haughty. But her words are sad, with a touch of envy.

"I'm sure he'd still have you," Maddy sighs. "I'll step out of your way without a fight if you change your mind." It sounds strangely like an offer.

What? Even after all these months you've seen Malfoy and Maddy together, you still can't wrap your head around it. The long time during which you and Maddy were good friends, you'd both easily agreed that Malfoy was, in a nutshell, a rotten person whom neither of you would want anything to do with ever. Now, Maddy talks like he's a good opportunity in the dating field!

You surprise yourself by laughing harshly. "I wouldn't even consider going out with Malfoy if we were the last two people on earth!"

Maddy doesn't respond immediately. You step into your pants, close your trunk, slide it back under the bed, and crawl into bed under the covers.

"You don't understand," Maddy eventually says quietly. "I'm trying to help you, giving you a second chance because he's too scared or whatever to do it himself—"

"Well, I don't want a second chance!" you interrupt, rolling over on your side to finally look at Maddy. She's already facing you. "I don't like Malfoy."

Maddy's expression is an impatient grimace. "Yes, I am very aware of that," she says quickly. "But..." She desperately searches for the right words to say. "I've been hearing things... Something is coming." Your face softens with confusion. Maddy also seems to relax now that she really has your attention. "I'm not exactly sure what it is, but I think there are going to be two sides to it, and at the end of the day..." She takes in a deep breath, then exhales, "I want you to be on my side."

You take a long moment to let her words sink in. Two sides? To what? Maddy makes whatever it is sound big. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach as you realizes that she may be referring to what the Ministry has been fearing since last school year. If He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named really is back... no doubt, there would be a war at some point. A war between You-Know- Who's army and... everyone else. You sit up on the edge of your bed, chewing on the inside of your cheek nervously. "And what side is that?" you ask.

"The one that is going to win," Maddy replies firmly without hesitation. The way she says it makes your heart beat faster with anxiety. "And I know that the Malfoy family will be on that side," Maddy continues, growing excited. "I believe that, if you build a good relationship with the Malfoy family through Draco, you can redeem yourself and be saved!" You shake your head, struggling to make sense of what she's telling you. She must've seen the gesture as a protest because the excitement on her face dies away suddenly. "People are going to die, y/n," she says morbidly. "And I don't want you to be one of them." You're speechless. It's been so long since you've heard Maddy say your name.

Then you begin to wonder if Malfoy put her up to this, if he truly does fancy you that is. She's basically become another one of his cronies and may not care for you as much as she says she does. Maybe she's only following orders. You consider accusing her of it, but decide it wouldn't be a smart move. She seems so genuine, you could be wrong. Maybe you really can get your friend back! But, then again, she's a Slytherin. She could just as well be lying to you.

"What about doing what's right?" you say, staring her in the eye. "What if I'd rather die fighting for what's right than live on ashamed and regretful for the rest of my life?"

Maddy's face contorts into an angry scowl, and she gets to her feet. She walks to the middle of the room and starts pacing, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides. It's like she wants to argue with you, but there's also a quarrel within herself. She doesn't know what she wants. Either that, or she does and something is keeping her from having it. When Maddy turns to face you once more, she has tears in her eyes.

Maddy's voice shakes, and it breaks your heart. "Please, y/n. Come with me," she begs, but she seems to already know how you'll answer.

"I'm sorry," you whisper as you, too, start to tear up. "I can't." You lay back down on your side facing the wall. It's your way of saying that the conversation is over, but, as the tears roll down your face and onto your pillow, you know that you'll be thinking about it for a very, very long time.

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