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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Horns And A Halo

Media irl (taking place in 1960s but flashbacks in the 30s/40s

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating sweet and spooky

Concept the exposure of the stage

I sat on my little wood frame chair. My cushion is perfectly placed behind me to comfort my back. My hair tied up in a milkmaid braid tight to my head, my sweet dress around me snugly as I had my little tray over me flipping through my mail. Bills. Checks. And various mixes of nonsense. Until I reached the last of today's stack a small hand written envelope I opened it and pulled out a small card with a little invitation.

'Dear y/n,

The years have rolled by mercilessly, and yet now almost unnoticed. It seems like merely yesterday I watched the two of you dance your most famous act for the first time. I'm afraid to inform you of my Ill health seems the years have been kinder to thee than to me. I beg of you, allow a withering old man a chance to see you dance on that stage again just once more.

Your friend and supporter

Martin Hampstead'

For a moment my mind flooded with memories but I shook them all away, once last dance? I glanced at my withering body and my prosthetic leg thinking to myself if that would even be a possibility.

"Hello mummy" my sweet daughter smiled as she came inside my apartment a few bags of shopping in hand in her trousers and patterned button down a ribbon in her hair to match the outfit

"Hello dear" I smiled. She came over to give my cheek a kiss "you spoke to your sister?"

"Not since last week mummy. But you know what Odette's like. Busy as always"

"Not to busy for her own mother"

"I know. I'll remind her to stop by next time I speak to her" she says bringing me a cup of tea sitting on the sofa with a coffee of her own "you spoke to dad?" She asks

I merely took my saucer in hand stirring my tea giving her a slight side eye before sipping my tea but she merely sipped her coffee giving me the side eye back

"You know perfectly well the answer to that question odile" I told her

"It wouldn't hurt you to talk to him" she says having a biscuit

"It would. Hurt my patience dealing with that infernal man" I told her "why? He's been bugging about me?"

"He asks about you" she smiled wickedly "about the same as you ask about him"

"It's natural to feel… I don't want to call it compassion because it isn't. Concern. For someone you use to be married too but doesn't mean I care. Just that I'd be nice someone tell me when he drops down dead" I said

"Funny"

"How so?"

"That's almost the exact thing he said about you" she laughed

"Humm" I hummed trying to change the subject "when you get a moment dear bring me the tapes would you?"

"What for?"

"I want to watch them again" I told her

After a little while she brought me the box of tapes from the spare room all of them nicely labeled I flipped thought them until I found the one of interest popping it into the slot watching the screen come through from the snowy mess to the fuzzy picture I could hear the music my music I saw the stage of the Hampstead theater just as I remembered it and there I stood as a young swan graceful and beautiful. I could pack an entire auditorium back then, I could dance, I could sing, and people loved me. But that was an awful long time ago.

"Here's one of you and dad" she says grabbing a tape Changing it over and it fizzled in again to the stage I remember this day, we hadn't known each other very long and I was being a bit harsh on him trying to get our moves in sync. He wasn't a dancer, never was and in all honesty he wasn't meant to be. As time went on people wouldn't go to the theater just to watch a girl dance. They got bored of it, didn't help the economy at the time making it seem like a waste of your ten cents. I remember the very day Martin came in and told me of his plan. A partner. I didn't go along with it all at first demanding that I was a solo act but the decision has already been made. They brought him in, not a dancer but an 'actor' for comedy and skits between my songs and dances to extend the show and make it reach more people. Over time our act changed and developed with the times becoming the most popular act in town for a good while, we'd dance together, do skits of comedy together, I'd sing, he'd recite Shakespeare, we were a duo known far and wide.

and well. When a young man and young lady are working together day after day, rehearsals all day perform every night. Feelings are sure to bloom. It wasn't long before our secret snuggles were discovered and it made front page news that day. People would come see our act just to see if the rumours were true.

I changed the tape as it only made me feel worse but this one was no better seeing him there as I hoped to always recall him doing his usual stick. I did truly love him. In a way I haven't ever felt since. As the tape went on I knew this iconic dance it made all the newsreals at the time… on the last few steps of our dance he fell the panic set across my face till he got to his knees and pulled out a ring. Of course I accepted and it was the talk of the town of our engagement. We were married just a month later at the courthouse that too made the paper. And honestly it was a benefit to our act another element for jokes and dances, to be a married duo it certainly helped with advertising.

But the stage is never kind to lovers.

When you work together all day then come home to the man you work with It gets repetitive after a while. Not to mention the utter lack of privacy. And as the years rolled by our act got weaker and so did we. Divorcing just a year before the show and theater went bankrupt.

Odile changed the tape and immediately I grimmiced at the stupid dance.

Even if it was our most popular act.

The dance between horns and halo.

I hated the dance, I thought it was stupid and gimmicky but I can't argue with popularity, at the height of our popularity we did that damn dance four times a day everyday and a double on Saturdays.

But she smiled so widely.

"I don't know what everyone likes about this" I sighed "I didn't get it then I don't now"

"It's funny. And so cute" she smiled

I watched the dance having honestly never seen it from this perspective. I remember it even though this fuzzy black and white recording, Myself in my sweet black and red dress with a pair of glittering devil horns in my hair and a tail that came out my dress, him in his white pants and shirt with blue suspenders and a half on his head we would dance a Charleston style to the magic, a dance choreographed to go wrong He'd step on my tail so I'd pull a face at him and jank my tail back, he'd offer me a sweet flower from his top pocket which I'd set on fire and hand back, he'd drop me and I'd jank his suspenders off all very much physical comedy between the dance moves and ending with a kiss.

"Stupid dance" I sighed

I laid in bed pondering my memories thinking whether or not I wanted to visit Martin having not seen him on so long…

"There's my little star" Martin smiled putting his head around my dressing room door as I was getting ready for rehearsal

"What do you want, Martin?" I rolled my eyes as I fixed my hair

"You going to meet your new collaborator?'

"Martin." I sighed "I am a solo act. It works best that was I do not need a collaborator"

"Box office says you do"

"I don't need him. Or want him."

"Y/n knowone says you have to like him. Just put up with him for a couple of months if stuff doesn't improve he'll be out on his ass"

"You promise?'

"I promise. I'm not having some shit actor boy bring down my star girl. Come on he's waiting for you"

"Fine" I signed finishing my hair and make up heading to stage where everything was still being set up for tonights performance given we had new tech stuff to go through with a new person. And there on the stage he stood with Martin between us likely to try and keep the peace as he looked about as happy to be here as I did. He stood in a pair of Oxfords laced up tight, with red socks up his legs, black pressed trousers with red suspenders, a black button down with the collar undone, his jacket over his arm

"There she is. My little star. Y/n I am happy to introduce you to your new collaborator. Mr Thomas Sangster. Thomas this is the lady herself"

"Pleasure" he smiled offering his hand

I book it begrudgingly letting him give my hand a kiss

"Well I'll let you get acquainted" Martin smiled before wandering off to talk to the tech guys leaving us alone on the stage

"I-' he began but I interrupted

"Just give me a basis so I can get working"

"A what?"

"A basis. Your core knowledge, your specialist, whatever moves you can't do"

"oh. I don't dance darling" he says getting a cigarette from his box in his pocket

"So you signed on to be in my show and you can't dance?"

"I didn't sign on to be in your show I signed on to join the theater in an acting and performance capacity"

"Oh good" I rolled my eyes "you're an actor" I sighed

"You got a problem with actors?" he chuckled

"I have a distaste for them."

"Look. I don't like this anymore then you do. I wanted my own act. My own show. I'm not thrilled about being thrusted into yours. But we have to make the best of it if things go well I'll get my own and your ratings will improve. We'll be out of each other's hair by Christmas." He says

"One can hope." I sighed "what do you do?"

"Shakespeare. Comedy when needed"

"I see aren't -"

"I've seen your act darling. I know what you can do"

"You have?"

"Twice. Impressed both times."

"How so?" I smiled

"Well the first time it got me laid so"

"What?"

"I brought a date. It went well."

"I'm sure all due to your impressive personality"

"Or your act Being so boring we were literally making out though it"

"And the second."

"A few months back. On my own. I was equally as satisfied"

"Just stay out of my way. And don't make mess on my stage" I sighed going to sort backstage

"Yes ma'am" he joked.

I sat in the car unable to stop my memories given I used to walk this way everyday even if it was far more rundown then ever before. The taxi stopped In Front of the theater so I climbed out and paid him fixing my dress and coat as I did, it was exactly as I saw it the day Martin locked it up when he went bankrupt the ticket office locked up with the sign still hanging, the light on for the entryway, the poster from our performances still there broken away and covered in mold with the canceled tape still over them I loomed outside a moment confused how it could have simply been frozen in time like this.

I walked slowly due to my leg heading in thought the unlocked door the chandelier still worked the snack counter long abandoned dust covering the carpet. I continued on pushing open the door to the audience seats seeing the stage as perfect as I last saw it as if I left just yesterday. I hurried backstage all the little routes I knew before once again taking a step on the stage.

"Funny seeing you here" a voice spoke up I liked across the stage and saw a light from a cigarette before he stepped into the light onto the stage "I suppose Martin invited you too"

"He did." I answered not thrilled to see him but part of me feared he would be here "how are you?"

"Alive. Just about" he shrugs with a cough "you?"

"Still kicking"

"Odette came over yesterday. Brought me some pie"

"I haven't seen her lately"

"She said. I haven't seen much of odile."

"She's busy"

"Have you?'

'"last week."

"She always liked you better."

"The girls love us both. Equally"

"You believe that if you want to. Odile hasn't spoken to me in months. I know Odette hasn't to you. We split them up there still angry at us"

"I didn't want to split them up"

"Oh because it's my fault!"

"I never said it was your fault Thomas!" I yelled it echoing across the theater "did you bring here?"

"Who?"

"Lilly"

He chuckled "no. We split up."

"Sorry" I answered trying to remain emotionlessly

"It's fine. Years ago. You can smile I know you want to. I know you hated her"

"Homewrecker" I muttered

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not talking to you. All these years."

"I wouldn't have wanted to hear from you. But I'm sorry I didn't try more"

"It's not your fault y/n. It never was. You look beautiful"

"Thank you" I blushed

"I can't help thinking how nice it would have been. To grow old with you. Now I'm just old"

"We would have killed each other" I laughed

"True." He laughed

"You seen Martin?"

"No. I assumed he'd be here. Or perhaps this is another one of his foolish games to get us in the same room"

"I wouldn't put it past him" I chuckled "it is… nice to see you again Thomas"

"It's nice to see you too"

Suddenly a loud bang erupted from below us like someone under the stage

"What was that?' I asked in panic

"Probably just this old place falling -" he began but the floorboards of the stage shook like an earthquake along with this horrible cracking sound we both froze for a couple of seconds before we each tried as fast as we could to bolt to the side of the stage to get backstage but before I even reached the curtains on the side the floor Gave out from under me I screamed as loud as I could as I fell what felt like miles underneath the stage I could see I wasn't alone as the whole stage floor had collapsed sending both of us down to an unknown fate.

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ghostinacardboardbox-oldblog · 2 years

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Actually can’t stop thinking about Vampire AU Crutchie. He’s funny he’s spooky he’s a drama queen he’s dead serious. No one is doing it like him and he’s not even a vampire.

He makes video essays on cheesy b-movies and sci-fi classics and has the most impressive movie collection ever (“Blockbuster still exists in the form of Crutchie’s endless boxes of vhs tapes”— Finch Cortez). His room has basically been converted into a recording studio, with all of his light and audio equipment, cameras, projectors, the whole nine yards. His walls are plastered in posters, many of which are impossible to even find online. He takes it so seriously.

He somehow finds time to actually study and do schoolwork, despite everything.

He occasionally mentions “my brothers, Sad Punk and Cryptid Cowboy” on streams and it drives Jack and Spot crazy. They hate this so much. (He’s not wrong though)

The only glimpse of the brothers that Crutchie’s audience have had is one five second clip of Jack opening the door, realizing the camera is on, swearing, and leaving. There is at least one person who made an edit titled something like “Cryptid Cowboy interrupts the stream 💕” and it angers Jack beyond belief.

The dog likes Crutchie best because Crutchie always sneaks him extra treats.

Puzzle master. He’s so good at mind games and stuff and loves escape rooms.

Night owl to the extreme. He’s regularly awake at two in the morning working on projects, both for school and for his channel.

He loves MST3K (no I’m not projecting shut up)

Most of his clothes are thrifted. He likes the unpredictability and how you never know what you’ll find in the store.

When strangers ask him questions he just says whatever bullshit comes to mind first.

When he was thirteen he asked Finch to help him dye his hair so some of his older videos feature purple-haired Crutchie. He made most of the videos from that time private.

Imagine. It is like four in the morning. Crutchie has just pulled his third all-nighter this week and is going to grab a box of cereal before going to his room to nap for the entire day. He walks into the kitchen where Jack and Medda are sitting at the island and Jack is just crying pathetically. Anyway that’s what the day Crutchie learned about vampires looked like.

Crutchie and Swifty are besties because I said so.

He 100 percent would be on this awful website. He probably posts mostly photos of places that just feel slightly unsettling.

He goes all in for Halloween costumes and incorporates his crutches in really cool ways. Everyone else just stops trying because it’s impossible to top whatever masterpiece Crutchie has put together.

He knows a little bit of piano, nothing special. Spot taught him.

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liminalweirdo · 2 years

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from the fanfic writer emoji ask thing you reblogged a couple days ago: 🏆😈🛒🤡💔✅🤲🏻

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

I wasn’t 100% sure how to answer this, whether I should use hits or kudos to determine popularity on ao3 but kudos felt more valid, so definitely I love your bones is my most popular, which is a shyan fic I wrote for Buzzfeed Unsolved way back in 2017. (simpler times)

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I don’t really do this? I definitely write a lot of angst and sad stuff, but it’s never just to be playfully mean. I personally don’t like gratuitous hurt in fic, so if I write hard/sad stuff it has to have a place in the plot for me personally, otherwise it goes. (Sometimes it finds its way into another story, though).

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I definitely do this. The way I describe light, mental illness is a common theme, queerness and particularly queered sex (particularly in straight or straight-passing pairings). I think I have a lot of water imagery. Yeah. Also probably roadtrips. And any time I can add the spooky, I will. :D

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Haha, oh no. I always think the stuff I write is really funny but then I worry that it isn’t funny to anyone else. Zach’s line (in I’m fine and you’re fine) where he says he wanted to be a teacher bc he’s less hot than Ms. Barron so he won’t be distracting made me laugh a lot. I just hope it actually works in the fic.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Oh, always. Maelstrom (shyan, BFU. Roadtrips, mental illness, belonging) is the first one that comes to mind, always followed by the Real Sad Fic Theory Number 7 (shyan + zombies = misery). When you close your eyes, is it hell you see? is another sad-times fave (sad queer kids, trying to fall in love with the wrong person). And maybe He Doesn’t Like You because over the years I’ve somehow become fond of Ginger Snaps’s Trina Sinclair.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Light descriptions, cats, roadtrips, ghosts.

🤲🏻 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

WELL SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELY! (I would love to)

This is from my Super Dark Times fic I’m fine and you’re fine:

Josh is mostly quiet, sitting at the end of Zach’s kitchen table with a mostly untouched cup of coffee while Zach rush around making sure he does actually have everything. He’s reading the back of the cereal box Zach had taken out for breakfast and forgot to put back, one elbow up on the table, face in his hand, almost like a wall between himself and Zach in a way that sort of puts a pit in Zach’s stomach, but he doesn’t have time for something like this now. They were fine last night.

And this is from an untitled wip for a (gen) Lev and Abby fic in TloU:

It feels like the ground tips sideways beneath him, sometimes, with the drop of the braid down Abby’s back instead of it being wound and tucked and pinned tight. Lev’s hair is longer than it was in their Seattle days, but Abby always makes sure they cut it before it gets too long, and that means… something. It means something that the kitchen scissors they took in the last city take up space and weight in her backpack that could be used for other things. A skinning knife, an extra flashlight, fishing hooks. She keeps the scissors. She cuts his hair with hands that are gentle if unskilled, and her carefulness almost hurts sometimes more than the scars cut into his cheeks.

(Also, for anyone still waiting on my Fo4 fic, he's a demon — he's a devil — he's a doll I wanted to include a snippet but I didn’t have one in showable condition haha, but, I haven’t forgotten about it! And I’m sorry it’s taking so long.)

#liminal asks #liminal answers #fanfiction #super dark times #ginger snaps #shyan #tloup2 #fo4 #fallout 4

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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oh my god hi, ive binge read all your stuff recently tbh XD

Can i request a song fic for one Bakuhoe please? I feel “Fruit Roll Ups” by Waterparks would work perfectly for him (x gn!reader ofc)

I hope that made sense? yeah sorry XD THANK YOU IF YOU DO akskhfjfkdka

a/n: hii!! yes! i just started playing this song to write this request, and i am HOOKED. it's so good, and it radiates such bakugou energy.

summary: bakugou realizes he has a bit of a soft spot for you.

song: Fruit Roll Ups by Waterparks

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1k (lyrics included)

> fanart < made by the lovely @windex-princess-ami for this story!!

;cut for length;

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I got some Fruit By The Foot if you wanna come over Yeah, you can wrap your arms so tight Right 'round my shoulders In case you're scared of the movies I pick I'm sorry in advance for that shit

Your phone screen illuminates with a text from your boyfriend who's deemed 'katsu bae<3' in your contacts. His message is short and sweet, saying he picked up from snacks for your arranged movie night if you were ready to head on over.

You shoot a message back saying you'd be over in a few minutes. You'd been looking forward to spending a bit more time with him. Training had kept the both of you busy lately.

You look forward to cuddling with him because you know he'll pick something spooky, maybe a thriller. You know he's just using it as an excuse for you to snuggle into him. But you don't mind.

Bakugou feels a little bad for making you watch stupid scary movies that he finds to be rather annoying or funny while you may jump or cling to him when he wants to bust out laughing.

When you talk It's in cursive to me And it's nicer than anything I'd believe about me It's like that shit was written in gel pen And I love those

You're sitting in his lap this time around, his arms draped around your shoulders. You're just chatting about your day but Bakugou is kind of zoning out. He's listening, but he's just hearing your voice. It's angelic and beautiful.

He can't quite understand how you can sound so beautiful, almost like your voice was writing in cursive, the delicate strokes were the way you sounded out his name.

And whenever you complimented him, he felt warm inside. Whenever you said anything about him, he felt warm inside. You were so kind. So loving. He wasn't sure how you just seemed to brush his brashness aside, but you did, and it astounded him.

If you want to see me Acting so desperately So desperately All you gotta do is stop texting me Just to flex on me

Bakugou can't stand it when you text him all the time, asking him to come over when you're laying in bed, blowing up his phone even though he's supposed to be sleeping.

He's not mad. He's jealous. He wants to be right there beside you, but he isn't. He replies 'if you wanna see me so bad then just come over.' but you usually just tell him to go to bed and that it's past his little bedtime.

Bakugou knows you just love messaging him goodnight whenever it is you go to sleep. And he'll wait for those messages. And if it's been too long, and you don't respond, you'll always wake up with a 'goodnight dumbass <3' from him in the morning, way too late for him to have stayed up.

It's true I'm a little bitch for you now I don't wanna say it way too loud But I'm a little bitch for you now

Bakugou hates it. The way you make him feel. It's the good kind of hate, the kind of hate you learn to love. Like hearing that one song on repeat so much you end up adding it to your playlist because you have it memorized at this point anyway.

He feels warm and happy. He feels like maybe he doesn't deserve someone like you. You're so perfect, so perfect for him, maybe too perfect even.

Bakugou can't help but mumble to himself that he's gotten soft, and Kaminari's teasing comments certainly don't help either. He's supposed to be the tough number one hardass, but here you are breaking him out of that stupid little box he's locked himself in to try and remain on top.

He'd already fallen, fallen so hard and so far for you.

I bought these really sick lights if you wanna come over They tried to scam me twice But look, they both can change colors like that Like that, oh oh

Bakugou refuses to send you any regular pictures after Kaminari practically bought those LED light strips for him. Though it was far too hard to actually purchase them and install them, Bakugou's always sending you some pic in the pretty red lights or moody blue ones.

You enjoy laying on his bed while they're on, listening to him talk about what Deku said to him earlier while you switch them to green just to egg him on. He's complaining shouting at you to change them back to orange or red.

You switch them to your favorite color and now he can't complain-even if your favorite color is green.

I don't wanna leave my house 'Cause in here I'm the ruler With my refrigerator Full of Pacific Cooler But for you, I'd brave all the traffic outside The way you brave all the bullshit I hold inside

When Bakugou leaves the privacy of his loneliness to be with you, he's vulnerable. But he tolerates it, swallowing down those weird feelings he's never really understood before.

But he does it. He braves it for you. The way you stand up to him when he's a jerk to Midoriya, or when he raises his voice at you, or when you spar and he's not holding back. You tell him to let it out. Everything he keeps inside, you tell him you can handle it, and you do.

He doesn't understand how you do it. But he doesn't want to.

Oh it's true, ooh I'm a little bitch for you now I'm a little bitch, oh my God Did I say that too loud? It's true I'm a little bitch for you now I don't wanna say it way too loud But I'm a little bitch for you now

"Fuck, I love you so fuckin' much." Bakugou mumbles against your forehead as you cuddle.

You smile against his chest, nuzzling into him more. He freezes when he feels your smile.

"You didn't hear that..." He replies softly, nuzzling himself into your hair, flustered by his own words of admiration for you.

"You know I love you just as much right? Even if it sounds cheesy." You lift your head to look him in his crimson-colored eyes. He just hums quietly, leaning down to press a little kiss to your cheek.

"I know. I just, wanna remember this moment for a while." Bakugou replies, closing his eyes as he holds you close.

"You wanna split a fruit roll-up after?" You ask quietly.

"Mhm."

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Back In Town

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First Ray Diaz fic, I hope you all enjoy it. Should I keep writing for Ray? He's so cute!

The plan was to go over to Spookys and Cesar's house like you always did. That was the plan, but plans change and blow up in your face. This one most definitely did.

"Hey Oscar, I got some stuff from the store for you two". You said as you came into their house. You never knocked you just came right in. Today was the day you should've knocked.

"Y/N"? Oscar's voice scared you as you came in. He and Cesar were sitting on the couch.

"Oh hey. I got you some". You stopped and looked where Oscar was snarling at. Well this day just burst into flames.

"What the hell are you doing here"? You asked the former flame of your life, Ray Diaz. Aka mister run away.

"He was just released from prison"? Oscar growled.

"How long you here to stay? A week, a day, twenty minutes"? You scoffed. Ray was the last person you wanted to see.

"I'm here for good. I'm getting my life together. Starting with my boys". Ray smiled as he looked at Cesar.

"Well, that's just wonderful". You sarcastically said, sitting the groceries on the floor. "I gotta go. I have somewhere to be".

"Thanks. Tell him I say Hi". Oscar smiled.

"Will do. He wants you to come over for his birthday next week but I said I'd talk to you. Which we'll do later". You eyed Ray and left.

"She seeing someone"? Ray asked, as he went to the window. He watched as you got into your car and drove off.

"Y/N, doesnt have time for men. She has a family to take care of. She takes care of us".

"I'm glad you got someone here to help. You shouldn't have to raise Cesar by yourself".

"But I did". Oscar yelled and stormed out the front door. Leaving Cesar there awkwardly with his father.

You gripped the steering wheel as you drove to the elementary school. You parked and got out.

"Let's go mijo, we gonna be late". You opened the door and your seven year old son stepped out.

"Momma, is Cesar and Oscar coming to my party"? He asked, scratching his head.

"We'll see. Oscar's busy. But Cesar might". You stopped him and knelt down. "You have a good day and Cesar will come get you after school. I have to work late. Be a good boy. I love you, baby". You kissed his head.

"Mom". He annoyingly wiped his head.

"Sorry. Get to class". You smiled and watched as he disappeared into the building.

Pulling out your phone you dialed Oscar's number and told him to meet you at your work.

"Does he know"? You gulped, pacing the office.

"No, it's been almost eight years since hes left. You could have a dozen kids by now". Oscar laughed.

"Oh thanks. I'll remember you. What are we going to do? I dont want him knowing about my child".

"Y/N, he'll find out eventually. There's no secrets in Freeridge and you know that".

Oscar was right you knew Freeridge couldn't keep a secret. That's how you found out that Ray was cheating and ran off with that puta. Then got himself locked up.

"Alright. But I'll be the one to tell him. I just hope that Cesar goes to my house and not yours. That's where he's staying right"?

"Yeah. Unfortunately". Oscar sighed. This was not going to go well for anyone involved.

"Come on, man. We gotta get home. I have a ton of homework". Cesar grumbled.

"I'm coming. Cesar, who's that"?

"Um, we'll talk about that later. Let's get inside and get you something to eat". Cesar walked fast into the house. He grabbed a box of cookies and put them on the table.

"Do your homework. I gotta call your mom. She's gonna kill me". Cesar whispered the last part to himself.

"Hello Cesar. I see you arent using my phone so that means you're at your house and that also means Ray is near my child. I'm going to kill you". You answer the phone, tearing into Cesar before he could say anything.

"I'm sorry. I forgot that he was here. We'll leave".

"It's fine. I'm coming there soon. Someone came in to cover the original person that was out. Just keep him away from my son".

"Alright, Y/N".

"And no more than three cookies". You chuckle, knowing Cesar with his sweets.

"Okay. See you soon".

Cesar turned to go back to the kitchen table that's when he saw Ray helping with homework.

"What are you doing"?

"Helping. Schools changed since I was in there". Ray laughed.

"Yeah".

"Who is he anyways? A friend of yours? Yours"? Ray looked his son up and down.

Cesar scoffed.

"I'm Benny. My mom is Y/N". Benny nibbled on his cookie.

"Y/N, has a kid? Why didnt anyone tell me"?

"Cause it's none of your business. She has a life". Cesar covered. You were definitely going to kill him.

"How do you know my mom"? Benny turned his attention to Ray.

"Uh, we use to hang out a lot".

"Did you know my dad"? Cesar stood there panicking, chewing on his nails as Benny asked Ray the question.

"I dont know. Who's your dad"?

"Not sure. My mom doesn't talk about him but Cesar and Oscar are my big brothers". Benny went back to nibbling on cookie.

"Outside now". Ray growled, nodding to Cesar. Cesar was a sweaty mess.

"Is he my kid"? Ray slammed the front door behind him as he push Cesar out.

Cesar sighed. "You need to talk to Y/N, I can't tell you".

"Cesar"?

"I can't. It's not my place. She'll be here soon. Talk to her then". Cesar pushed past Ray and went back into the house. Ray sat on the steps smoking a cigarette, processing the last eight years he missed.

You pulled into the driveway, Oscar wasnt there but there sat Ray. You wished he would leave and stay gone.

"Those things will kill you". You say as you got out of the car. Ray was lighting a cigarette just as he put out the other.

"The information I just found out today almost gave me a heart attack. When were you going to tell me that Benny in there is my son"? Ray flicked his cigarette into the yard.

Your breath hitched and your heart started pounding in your chest. "Who told you that"?

"I pieced it together. He's almost eight. I've been away for that long. And he says that Oscar and Cesar are his big brothers. Anything you wanna add to that"? Ray stood up and put his hand into his pockets.

"You would have done the exact same thing you did to them to my son and I couldnt let that happen. I wasnt going to let my son be walked on and given hopes, that you were just going to crush. I wasnt having that. I refused to let that happen. I see what it did to Oscar. That's bad enough".

"I'm sorry. I was a bad father. But if you would have told me I would've stepped up". Ray stepped down the steps.

You laughed. "You think adding another child into the mix would help you become a better person? Well, you did bring another person into the mix but she seemed to fuck shit up more. How is she by the way"? You tilted your head.

"I dont know. I haven't seen her since a week after we moved out. She ran off with some city boy as soon as we got there". Ray huffed. "I'm sorry. I wish I could take it all back and start over. I could've been there for his first steps and his first words. I missed that".

"Are you blaming me for you missing that? I never told you to

sleep with her and then run off. I never once said go get thrown in jail for years. I never ever once said to disappear on your family. You chose that. You! I loved you. I loved you so much. When I found out I was pregnant, I thought it could be a new start for you, for us all. Cesar, Oscar, you, me and the baby could be a family. But you went and fucked everything up after a tiny little fight we had. This was all on you". This was good letting all those emotions out on Ray after eight years. It felt good. The tears streaming down your face were angry tears. Not sad. You were angry with him. You were angry with yourself for still loving him.

"You're right. I fucked it all up. I'm sorry that I was a disappointment to everyone. Maybe I shouldnt have came back. But I'm getting my life together. I want to be in my sons lives before it's to late and there's so much regret that it wont make a difference if I'm dead or not to them. I want to know my kids again. If that makes me a horrible father then kill me. Because I deserve to die after what I put them through. What I put you through. You had to raise him all by yourself. I'm sorry". Ray sniffled.

"Oscar and Cesar helped. Oscar is doing a good job with Cesar well so far. He hasnt gotten into any trouble lately. But Oscar needs you to be there. He may not say it but he needs you".

"I'm not going anywhere".

"You better not back out when the tough gets going. Because they will never forgive you again. I will hunt you down and make sure you never do this to them again". You threatened but it made Ray chuckle.

"Can I now officially meet my son"?

"I dont think that's a good idea".

Ray sighed with his head hung low.

"Tonight. When you three come over for dinner we can talk about it. Ease into it". You say with a smile as Ray looked up.

"Thank you".

"You're on probation with me. Don't step out of line, Ray Diaz". You warn him as you walked past him to go get Benny.

Later that evening Oscar, Cesar and Ray came to dinner. Everything was going well. Ray and you talked. Then Ray, Benny and you talked. Rays coming to Benny's birthday. So he was happy to know that Ray was his dad. You and Oscar just hoped he didnt do a dash like he was famous for.

#ray diaz x reader #ray diaz fanfiction #ray diaz imagine #ray diaz imagines #ray diaz on my block #on my block fanfiction #on my block #on my block imagine #on my block netflix #happys-crazy-queen22

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Eternal Honeymoon Phase

For @itsthesinbin bc we were yelling about Morticia and Gomez and it’s spooky season so the Addams Family works perfectly. I HOPE U LIKE IT!!!!

Summary: You’re the newest addition to the Addams Family couple and you’re a little shier when it comes to their sexual appetites. You’re, well, a virgin, and when you finally ask to do more, Morticia has a better idea on how and when to take your virginity. Under the moon of Halloween, you shall be their sacrifice.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU LIKE! Minors and ageless blogs DNI or you will be blocked.

Fandom: Addams Family

Relationship: Morticia/Gomez/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is gn and has a vulva, also reader wears a dress but it’s a costume for an angel costume!, implications of virginity kinks for Gomez and Morticia, uhhhh ya get eaten out and ur face fucked, overstimulation.

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Morticia and Gomez had never been against adding a third to their little ‘eternal honey moon’ romance.

It’s just that no one had ever quite...fit into their world of them as a couple. They could come off a little strong, a little, ah, overbearing and well. Downright indulging in intimacy like rabbits tended to not be something people enjoyed, much to Gomez’s and Morticia’s surprise. Whatever did people mean that they lost a ‘spark’? They just didn’t see it.

They had met you at a family gathering. You’re a friend to one of the many, many, many family members there, exuding such a sweet and kind energy amongst all the dread and vulgarity. You’d seemed a little overwhelmed among everyone else yet still was just as polite with everyone. Your state of dress had been borrowed, Morticia had noticed, from cousin Lilith. The dress you had on spilled off your shoulders and you kept adjusting it with a little shy bow of your head and flashing a small smile.

Poor thing.

~Rest under the cut~

You’d caught Morticia’s eye first, who had hummed her interest as Gomez dipped her upon the dancefloor. Her head had been tipped back, showing the long, pale expanse of her neck that he ached to kiss as her hair spilled behind her. But, he’d seen her eyes lingering on you, trailing up and over to you from where she was looking and a grin spreading across his face. “Cara mia?” He questions in a teasing tone, kissing over her shoulder and up to her neck before pulling her to a standing position. “The one Lilith brought has your attention?”

“Yes...Don’t you think they look rather sweet standing there?” Morticia hums in reply once she returns to his embrace, swaying their bodies together and making sure to twist so they both could glance over at you. You’re talking to another cousin, tucking hair behind your ear and smiling kindly at something someone else says. A laugh graces your features, and even Gomez is humming now.

“Out of place,” He agrees, taking her hand and letting her spin from his grasp only to bring her back in time with the waltz, resting his head upon her breast with a sigh from his lips. “You have always been fond of the smaller ones, haven’t you, Tish?” A playful tease that earns him that charming little laugh from his wife’s lips.

That night they had both approached you, each offering a dance. Morticia quite liked the way your cheeks warmed a healthy shade of pink and you’d been honest about how your dress kept falling. To which Gomez, ever the gentleman had offered his assistance there. Brandishing a pin from seemingly nowhere and getting behind you to help pin the dress closed better. You’d smiled so bright then, thanking him with a hearty laugh. “I thought I was going to pop out of it any second now! Thank you- Would you both like to dance? I’m sure we can come up with something together!”

And how odd you had been. Breaking traditions of just two in an intimate dance. Showing them how Gomez could hold your waist from behind and you could hold Morticia’s from the front and all sway together. Over your shoulders you hadn’t seen the way the two looked at you. A bright spray of sunshine in their gloomy, dark worlds.

They quite liked their rainy days full of thunder and harsh winds, and at first, they thought that wouldn’t be your speed.

You’re invited privately to come into their home for dinner. You’re such a vibrant ray of sunshine in the otherwise dark room, lighting it up with the glow of your presence. There are quiet tests here and there as they get to know you. Such as inviting you on terribly stormy days only for you to excuse yourself with the children to go out and play. Only to come back in soaking wet and smiling just as bright as Gomez wraps you in a towel with a laugh as you exclaim how beautiful their home always is.

And how much you loved that it was always storming or cloudy.

Another time, Mama offers you something and exclaims it to be a sort of poison. Morticia had watched as you smiled, only questioning if it at least tasted good before you’d put it into your mouth. It had been laced, of course, Mama was always good at such things. Thankfully it only made you terribly drowsy. Such a sweet thing you had been with your head in Morticia’s lap that day. Gomez having helped you out of your shoes and let you lay your legs across his lap, stroking over your calf. You’d smiled so lazily up at them, your voice happy as could be. “It did taste good. She wasn’t lying on both accounts, huh?”

Nothing frightened you. Nothing turned you away. Somehow you took doom and gloom and made it into something bright and beautiful without modifying what it looked like. Even the children took kindly to your presence. The house just came to life with you inside it, everyone seemed more active. Even Gomez had taken to leaning over the railing with wistful sighs as he watched you, and Morticia knew it was up to her to do something about it.

You’d been asked to accompany them both to dinner privately. Neither Gomez or Morticia had been into the dating scene- as is they married practically a month after they had met and proposed the day of meeting. Yet, you seemed a little old fashioned to just be proposed to in such short notice. Much to Gomez’s dismay who already had a ring picked out for you and had pouted when Morticia gently closed the box to tell him as such.

You’d agreed joyously to dinner, and not long after had your relationship begun. Gomez had been the one to ask if you would be moving in with them, both of them delighting in the flush on your face and stuttering out about how you weren’t particularly attached to your apartment. He’d insisted with a big smile, and you’d agreed. The children were just as excited, even if Wednesday had showed her own happiness in her own little way of offering to hide weapons in your room ‘just in case’.

Prompting you to ask, of course, “Just in case? What, an attacker?”

“No,” Wednesday had spoken as if it was the most obvious answer on Earth. “Just in case I want to test your reflexes.”

Morticia and Gomez had the delight of watching you spare a grin to her, pretending to pout and telling her. “Aw, man, that’s too bad because maybe I waaaant tooo test,” Only to quickly scoop her up, resulting in their daughter letting out a shriek of terror and joy. “YOUR reflexes!”

The look they had shared was full of love, Gomez’s smile lighting up the room and Morticia having to resist the urge to steal your moment and whisk you away to the bedroom.

To present day, you three have been a couple for nearly half a year. Your first kisses with both of them had been shared, as well as some more intense heavy petting. Normally resulting in you in between them with scarlet red lipstick marks curling up your neck and bite marks on the other side. No one went further than just making you a blushing mess, always one of them murmuring to you that you just need say the word and they would ravish you.

A week before Halloween you shyly tell them that you’re ready to go further.

Morticia has to rest a hand on Gomez’s leg to keep him still when he sits up eagerly in their bed like a dog hearing the word ’treat’, but Morticia only cups your cheek fondly. Smoothing her thumb over the apple of your cheek and drawing you into an oh-so-soft kiss. “In a week, my dear, we shall have a ritual on Halloween night. You are a virgin, correct?”

Her bluntness had made your face burn, a huff going from your nose but you’d nodded. Gomez had hummed next to her, reaching over to replace her hand with his own rougher one and letting you lean into his palm with a pout. “Now, now, none of that, sweetheart! We’ll have plenty of time to plan for you and get questions out of the way. Like condoms! Shall we need condoms? Tish- we don’t have condoms, do we?”

“No, my love, we have never desired them before.” Morticia had responded with a sly smile on her lips, sharing a look with you. It seemed you would burn up before they even got to play, but you’d shaken your head, your voice seemingly caught in your throat.

“Good,” Morticia near about purred. “We shall inquire further- would you like to join us in bed tonight to make preparations?”

You had joined them that night. Talking of consent and what you thought you might want to try or be comfortable with. Ending up curled up in Gomez’s arms with your face buried in his warm, hairy chest and Morticia’s freezing cold arms around you from behind. Embraced and safe within their bodies.

When Halloween approaches, the children are so excited to drag you and Fester outside to come up with games. Pugsley had dressed as a pirate fit with an eyepatch and a sword in hand, whilst Wednesday had merely taken dressing brightly for once. When questioned, she’d merely said in a stoic tone of voice, “A majority of the animal kingdom has brightly colored flesh in order to identify who is poisonous.” You’d thought it was rather clever.

Yourself, you had dressed as a cliché angel. With a white dress that reached the floor with a slit up each leg for more freedom. The top was a plunge neck with criss crossing strings over your chest, and flaring sleeves down to your fingertips. You’d even gotten a little halo headband and little wings to match. Though your halo was quickly given to Fester who had quite the fascination with it, smiling as you told him you two matched.

Perhaps you had dressed as an angel as a tease. Morticia had admitted that she was quite attracted to the fact that you hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, spoken exactly like that. And Gomez had agreed, not as bluntly but definitely implying that it was very much a ‘thing’ for them both. And maybe you were trying to get a little payback for in the middle of the week. When you had been so comfortable resting with them only to find yourself teased with hot and heavy kisses from Gomez and little nips on your neck from Morticia as they both told you how good of a sacrifice you were going to make on Halloween night.

When you’d arrived, you’d certainly felt their hungry stares. You’d call this righteous payback, thank you very much.

The entire day goes rather well, you’d thought. The children had a day full of fun and were being put to bed by Lurch, slung over both his shoulders as they both wave to you before vanishing around the corner of upstairs. Immediately you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind, a warm kiss pressed to your shoulder and Gomez’s voice sighing out. “As much as I appreciate the time you spend with the children, I am glad it is our turn now.”

“And what if I’m too tired, hm?” You tease out, only to fall into giggles from your lips when his arms squeeze tighter around your waist and a low growl comes from his throat. You hear the click of heels approaching before Morticia is in front of you, her long fingers tipping your chin up with two fingers. You can practically hear both yours and Gomez’s breaths leave your body at her beauty. She always looked so regal, especially tonight in a more spider web designed dress that had a slit up the leg.

“If you are too tired, we shall simply put off until next Halloween. I am patient.” She speaks coolly, a quirk to a corner of her mouth when you whine aloud and lean back into Gomez’s arms who makes the same sound as you. Clearly the most patient one in the room was Morticia, but even then, her eyes are flicking down the front of your low plunge dress and you have a feeling that wouldn’t last long.

After a few teasing ‘double checks’ from the both of them, you are brought to a room that you don’t recognize. It’s wide open with windows covering one side, and in the center of the room is soft looking cushions and blankets. In a star formation on either side of the center where the comfortable spot looked were lit up candles, all black with roaring red flames. You should have realized Morticia wasn’t joking when she said sacrifice, but in your heart, you knew nothing bad was going to happen. Nothing you didn’t want would happen.

Gomez is the one who strips you from behind, warm kisses placed on everywhere he exposes behind you. Trailing kisses down your back until he can’t reach whilst standing anymore and letting your dress pool to the floor. Morticia watches, patient as ever with her hands folded at her waist, though her head does tilt, this hungry gaze in her eyes as they fall to your hips. You weren’t wearing underwear, you thought it would give your dress undesirable lines. You flush when you hear the appreciative sound behind you, a firm hand tracing down your side and squeezing your ass.

“You were just as eager to get here as we were all day.” Gomez growls in your ear, both his hands grabbing your hips now and yanking you back against him. You whimper faintly, tipping your head to the side when guided to feel the searing hot kisses up your neck. You’re already dizzy with arousal, faintly hearing Morticia say something only to be released and guided to the cushions instead by her hands.

You’re lain on your back, watching Gomez strip from his suit jacket and loosening his tie to work on the buttons. Morticia slips out of her dress, revealing a black lacy get up with matching bra and panties, a garter belt holding spider web thigh highs on her long legs. You swallow thickly when she crawls up to you, nudging your legs apart that tremble as they fall open. Cold kisses leave scarlet prints up your inner thigh beginning at your knee, her lips coming up and over your hip to your lower abdomen and kissing her way back down, down, down.

Her fingers part your lower lips and you throw your head back in embarrassment when she smiles up at you under her lashes. “Already so wet, little one? How sweet.” You can’t even help the way your hips jump when her cold mouth presses an open-mouthed kiss over the hood of your clit, her tongue pressing downwards against you before sealing her lips lightly over you.

A low whine leaves your throat, your fingers quickly twisting into the sheets beneath you as your hips start to hump against her mouth without thinking. You feel a pressure by your head before your eyes flutter open halfway, looking up at Gomez who pushes your hair out of your face adoringly. “Open your mouth, sweetheart, stick out your tongue for me.” Murmured gently from his lips, and you do as told, a shudder racing through your body when Morticia’s tongue dips lower.

His cock is in his hand, thick enough to the point not even his fingers touch when holding it. It looked shorter, maybe at about five inches with the foreskin pulled back with a tug of his hand across his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of the flushed head, fluttering your eyes closed when he glides the head of it across your tongue. “Ah, there you go, darling, just get used to the taste for now.” Spoken lowly in his throat, as if he’s holding back from just grabbing you and slipping into your throat.

You get to experiment with little laps of your tongue after a moment, keeping your lips parted to allow him to slide the shaft over your lips so you could get used to the weight. A moan spills from you when you feel Morticia’s tongue back on your clit, applying pleasant pressure and moaning against you in turn. You whimper sharply, your hand reaching down to try and find her. She takes the hint, her fingers lacing with yours at your hip to hold your hand there.

It isn’t long before Gomez is pressing the head at your lips, talking you through it ever so softly. “Breathe through your nose, relax your jaw- there you go, that’s my sweet pet.” Crooning as he presses carefully into your mouth. It stretches your jaw, your head tipped backwards and your breath stuttered. He only dips halfway, his hand coming down to rest on your jaw, helping you keep tilted and supported.

By the time he finally slips all the way into your mouth, his balls against your nose and your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head, you’re cumming. You squeeze tight to Morticia’s hand, automatically swallowing around the weight in your mouth with moans blossoming from your chest. Your body trembles, hips stuttering up against her mouth where she licks you through each wave and even afterwards. Until your tremors are too much and you’re making soft whimpers around Gomez’s cock and trying to shake your head, but his hand holds you still.

“Mmh. That was one. Just four more.” Morticia practically croons, pressing a kiss to your engorged clit that’s surely circled by a ring of lipstick right now. Your hips jerk upwards, moving your free hand up to Gomez’s thigh and clinging to him when his hips start to move lightly.

Four?! Four more?! You try to sob out, but only the tail end of it gets out when Gomez pulls his hips back until the head rests heavy on your lips. You try to speak, but Morticia’s nails tracing up your thighs as she sits up catches your attention more. “My love, the toys?”

“Behind you in the bag, dearest.” He hums out fondly, the hand gripping your jaw smoothing his thumb over your wet lips until your lips part again, taking his cock once more with a low growl in his voice. “I think you were made to be a toy for us, little one. How well you take me.”

You can’t help your own whimper when he slides all the way back into your mouth. Your eyes fluttering just as you feel Morticia return with the light pressure between your legs. She lifts one of your thighs, angling you better for the rounded head of a smaller toy that you assume is a dildo, already wet with lubrication. “I would ask Gomez to prepare you as my nails are too long,” Morticia explains, her hand lying flat on the mound of your sex, her thumb circling your clit to not overstimulate you just yet. “But, it seems he is preoccupied at the moment. I cannot say I am not jealous.”

“In d-due time, my dear,” He huffs out, his hips speeding up slightly when you prove you can take the smaller thrusts. Your toes curl, feeling the toy slowly slide into you with a delicious, slight stretch to it. It isn’t long before Morticia’s moving it in sync with Gomez’s hips, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and feeling just like the toy Gomez claimed you were.

You know by the end of the night you’ll end up well taken care of and tired out. But for now, you’re happy to be caught in between them, drooling around Gomez’s cock and feeling Morticia’s cold tongue lapping at your slick.

You think Heaven is a lot darker and gloomier than thought to be.

#Addams Family #Morticia x Gomez x Reader #Morticia Addams #Gomez Addams #nsft #lemon #princess writing

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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can i get #54 from fluff: “Give me attention.” with spooky please? thank you so much 💙💙

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a/n: Pardon my little hiatus, it’s been a stressful week. But I am back and ready to tackle your requests. To remind y’all, REQUESTS ARE CLOSED. Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it! And thank you for all your patience, love y’all!

Sueño, O. Diaz

warnings: cute s h e t 🥺

(gif credit belongs to @goldscoyne ✨)

You’ve had a long day with your 6 year-old daughter, Vivianna. Since the havoc of the pandemic virus, you’ve been out of a job and are now homeschooling your much like her father little one. It’s only been a couple of weeks in and it’s been hard on the both you, more so you.

The pot on the stove steaming loudly as you finish washing up the dishes when you hear the front door open and close. Your daughter gasps as she throws down her crayons and hops off the chair, “Papa!”

She’s a complete daddy’s girl, since the day she arrived, she has made it clear that her dad is the superior parent. Oscar quickly throws aside a duffel bag onto the couch to scoop her up. Vivi, as you two like to call her, giggles manically as the two spin around.

“Did you have a good day learning with mama?” He leans back a bit to take a look at her. She scrunches her nose and cups his face with her little hands, shaking her head. “She was a meanie again, can’t you teach me?”

You roll your eyes as you listen in on their conversation.

Oscar walks with her into the kitchen and sets her down, you hear him approach you and his embrace is just the thing you need. You shut off the tap and wipe your hands on your pants, turning to get in a kiss. But he brushes past you to the refrigerator, leaning down to get a beer.

Vivi calls her dad over to look at how she’s improved on writing her name. Oscar is enticed to see that it’s getting a lot more legible. He takes a seat as she hands him a crayon to write his name, she loves to tell him how to write the letters, “Mama, is the food ready yet?”

You sigh and perk up your face before turning around, “Yes, baby. It’s just about finished, why don’t you clean up so we can set the table.”

She whines and crosses her arm, usually Oscar doesn’t tolerate your daughter not listening or talking back. You cock your head and put your hand on your hips, giving the mini Oscar a stern look. It shocks you when Oscar doesn’t speak up and only continues writing on the paper.

“5 more minutes!” She says happily because she half expected her dad to scold her as well. Vivi picks up the orange crayon to scribble across the paper. You wipe your hands once more before exiting the kitchen and heading to the bedroom, “What do you think?” You hear Oscar as you walk past them.

With the day you’ve had, you only wanted to enjoy dinner with your little family and then climb into bed with your man. But he isn’t loving you up like he usually would. Oscar must have had a long day as well to be acting like so. He’s been working more than he normally would since you’ve been out of work.

As you’re sat in front of your vanity, removing your jewelry, you see Oscar standing into the doorway, watching you. You stare at him before blinking hard and focusing back at you.

He smiles and looks away from you. Oscar licks his lips and bites his bottom lip, always and forever infatuated with you. He treks over to the bed and sits, eventually leaning back to lay on the bed. He sighs and rubs his head.

“Not gonna ask me how my day went? You usually do.” Oscar sounds from behind you. Your mouth opens slightly as you stare at his body through the mirror, you harshly set down your earrings and turn on your stool.

“Aren’t you gonna give me attention, hm? You didn’t even kiss me when you got home and then you expect me to ask you how your day was when I’ve been here holed up teaching your daughter who cannot understand the concept of placement of letters!”

You huff as you release your pent up frustration out on him. He continues to lay back for a moment before sitting upright and looking at you. You take a deep breath, feeling the tears pool. He looks down at his hands and holds out a piece of paper. “Go ahead, open it.”

The anger that began to boil in your blood made you want to stomp out of the room, if it were you than you would have said sorry first and foremost. You snatch the paper and open it. He begins to smile when he sees that you’ve stopped breathing.

Marry me, mamas.

You blink a few times as you look over the words again. Are you reading this right? Is Oscar proposing to you? By writing it with crayon?

By the time you look up from the paper, Oscar is looking down at a small, velvet box. He’s fiddling with it and opens it soon after. You watch him intently as he sits up straighter and slides down to his knee. It’s happening, it’s freaking happening!

“I had a very shit day. But by the end of the day when I was driving home, I thought to myself.... it’s all worth it. To be able to come home to you and to my babygirl. Nothing is gonna top the feeling. So then I thought, what the hell am I waiting for? Why should I wait to make her Mrs. Diaz? I never thought marriage was for me but just seeing you walk towards me in a white dress... I want it. I want that with you. So be my wife. Te casarías conmigo, por favor?” Oscar turns the box towards you as he is knelt in front of you.

The air is sucked right out of your lungs. The image of him and the ring blurry due to the overflowing tears. It’s painfully beautiful. A single diamond rests on a gold band. Oscar remembered how you like simplicity in the jewelry you wear. You watch as he takes it out of the box and takes your left hand. He effortlessly slides it on your ring finger and holds your hand, admiring how it looks like it belongs.

“You gotta answer, mamas. It’d be rude to say no considering you already have it on.” The both of you laugh as you nod your head vigorously. You leap off of the stool and onto him. He falls back onto the floor. Oscar wraps his arms around your waist as you pepper his face with kisses.

Mrs. Oscar Diaz? You really hadn’t given it much thought but now the idea is all thast is running through your mind. The ring fitting perfectly on your finger, “Yes, I’ll be your esposa.” He smiles and lifts his head to capture your lips with his.

The two of you in a moment of bliss that you don’t hear your daughter walk into the room, “Cowabunga!” Your hear right before you feel her come dropping down on the two of you. An eruption of laugh from her and Oscar. “I’m outnumbered here.”

“That’s okay mama, soon you’ll be Diaz like me and daddy. Then you’ll be on our team!” Oh, this is the rainbow after the rain, a perfect end to the day.

#Oscar Diaz #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz x you #oscar diaz x y/n #oscar diaz imagine #spooky diaz x you #spooky diaz x reader #spooky diaz x y/n #spooky #spooky diaz #omb #on my block #netflix on my block #spooky imagine #spookysmujer

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kjmsupremacist · 3 years

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!!!!teaser!!!! WHEN IT WALKS (yuta/reader)

Reader is certain Yuta is the perfect man for her. But when ghosts from his past come back to haunt them, she finds herself reevaluating their relationship, digging deeper and deeper until she isn’t sure what is true anymore.

“This is why people cry at the movies: because everybody’s doomed. No one in a movie can help themselves in any way. Their fate has already staked its claim on them from the moment they appear onscreen.” —John Darnielle

“ORESTES: This was always going to happen. She’s been dead since the beginning.” —Aeschylus, The Oresteia

Characters: Yuta, Female Reader

Genre: horror, angst, ghosts and spirits, mystery

Warnings: discussion of suicide (no graphic depiction), blood, gore, horror, major character death, unhappy ending (kinda), some brief and nongraphic sex scenes, emotional manipulation, mental health issues, murder, violence, emotional and physical abuse, um like spooky shit (japanese onryō myth!)

Rating: Mature; Teen & Up for the teaser

Length: around 15k; 850 for the teaser

Projected Release Date: Saturday, October 30th

i feel like it goes without saying, but please read the warnings. also, obviously this, like all my other works, does not represent how I actually see yuta. I’m just having fun. I hope you will, too.

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“[Y/N?]” The fortune-teller called from further within the shop, appearing around a corner. “Hello,” they said. “You may call me Aoi. This way, please.”

You followed them down a short hallway to a sitting room. There were beautiful, lush plants everywhere, and they gestured you to a few comfortable-looking armchairs arranged on one side of a small table, sweeping around the other side to sit in the chair opposite.

You picked the one in the middle, scooting it forward as best you could as they got settled. “Now,” they said. “What can I do for you today?”

“I’ve been having strange dreams,” you explained, feeling somewhat silly. “My mother is worried about me, so she told me to come… seek spiritual advice. She just wants to see how my future looks, I think.”

“Certainly. May I have your hand?” Aoi reached out with both of theirs; you extended your dominant hand, and they enveloped it in their own. Their touch was cool, their skin soft. “Ah,” they said after a moment. “You seem to be a very righteous person—worried about fairness, easily affected by injustices—which, given your line of work, unfortunately have not been scarce.” You were a little startled; it was true that you valued fairness and constantly worried over doing what was right. You liked to think it was how you kept yourself honest when you were surrounded by money-hungry crooks. Aoi blinked at you. “You work in a… fast-paced, male-dominated field, do you not?”

You smiled tentatively. “Yes,” you admitted. “Uh, I’m in finance.”

They nodded. “You should unlearn this. No one in your field values righteousness and virtue.” That’s true, you thought to yourself. Almost everyone in finance is corrupt as hell. “It will not serve you in your romantic life, either,” Aoi continued.

“How?” you asked, curious in spite of yourself.

“It may blind you,” they said simply. “Yes, your romantic life… will be passionate, but tumultuous.” A tremor ran through your body. You were sure Aoi felt it, but they did not comment. “This new love you’ve found—he will be the last love you will ever know.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked. To be fair, you had thought it before—that Yuta checked all your boxes—but you hadn’t wanted to get ahead of yourself. They’re just saying it, you thought to yourself. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

Aoi hummed to themself softly, then gasped and nearly dropped your hand. “I’m sorry,” they said quickly. “Your future is very… cloudy. I can’t see very far—only a few years ahead, and then… Nothing.”

It did make you tense up a little, though you tried to stay calm. “Ah,” you said with a nervous laugh. “Does that mean I’m going to die soon?”

Aoi narrowed their eyes, shaking their head slowly. “Maybe,” they said, which was not reassuring in the slightest. “Maybe not. Sometimes, it simply means there are so many moving pieces now that it’s difficult to tell.”

“Does it happen often—that you cannot see far into someone’s future?” You fought to keep derision and skepticism out of your tone.

Aoi must have detected it, anyway. Their eyes flashed. “No,” they said, somewhat sharply. “It is not common. I do not say this to scare you, or to try to scam you into coming back frequently for more readings or advice. I am simply telling you what I see.”

“Right,” you replied, feeling chastised somehow. “So… okay, then when will I know? Like, where does it cut off—if I do come back, when should I?”

Aoi was silent for a minute. “You will experience great turmoil within the next year. It will last for many months. You will be faced with a difficult decision.” Their voice had gained some odd quality to it that made you listen more intently. “You cannot play both sides. Make your choice quickly, and move on, one way or another. When the past no longer haunts you, when it walks free, your path will be set.”

They released your hand. “I—that’s it?” you asked.

“That’s all I can see,” Aoi replied.

Feeling shaken, you got to your feet. “Um—is there some kind of… protective, like, talisman or something that could help me?” You felt strange asking for it, but despite your own skepticism, you couldn’t help but worry about what was to come if Aoi was right.

But Aoi shook their head. “There is nothing I can sell you that can protect you from your future,” they said. “You are smart, strong of heart and of will. Those traits will be your best defense.”

“Right,” you said again, not sure how else to reply. They led you to the door. “Um, thank you.” You smiled politely at them as you reached for the handle.

“You’re welcome.” They did not return your smile; instead, they watched you with an intense sort of curiosity. It wasn’t until you got home that you realized they also looked a little sad.

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sleepywinchester · 3 years

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Fool For You Pt. 8

Summary: You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2K+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Hola!!!! Hope everyone is safe at home! This continues the story as a some sort of a series re-write. It won’t be something of all the episodes but the main ones of where Spooky appears. Hope you guys like this and always feel free to leave some feedback is so appreciated it.

This was supposed to be posted for Valentine's day but life happens and I ended up finishing this chapter 3 months later... lol

| MESSAGE BOX | HAPPY READING!!!

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Title: Happy Valentine's Day

Chapters: Uno - Dos - Tres - Cuatro - Cinco - Seis - Siete

Six years have passed since you spent Valentine's day with Oscar. The memories of the last one brought a lot of good and mischief feelings to your soul. He had just inherited his father's beautiful red car. Memories of the week prior to the festivities, all he talked about him taking you for a day trip to Santa Monica. A chuckle filled the space as you remembered when you both got caught having a making out section by the beach.

“What are you giggling about mamas?” Oscar’s deep voice brought you back to the present.

You turned around standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, seeing him sitting by the edge of the bed. He was wearing a black tank and his khaki dickies. Leaning against the door frame with your electric pink toothbrush on hand you gazed at him and took the brush out to speak.

“I was reminiscing about our last Valentine's day together…” you smirked before placing the tooth brush inside your mouth.

Oscar instantly chuckled, “Santa Monica wasn’t ready for those dos traviesos teenagers.”

You took the brush out, turning back to spit out the toothpaste foam and have some water. “Those?” You said leaving the toothbrush on the counter and walked back to the room and stood in front of Oscar. He looked up, his hazel eyes piercing yours. “Baby we are still dos traviesos,” you said before kissing him.

He followed your lead within seconds, letting his body fall back on the bed. You continued kissing his hips as his hands traveled your body. “You got time?” Your eyes were looking at his as your hands were on his belt.

“Para ti? All the fucking time,” he smirked and then continued kissing him.

The morning activities had woken up a hunger for both of you. Oscar was speaking with some homies on the phone as you cooked scrambled eggs with bacon. They had some runs to make but deeply you hoped those didn’t take long. Out of nowhere the thought of Caesar crossed your mind and that you never heard him come home last night.

“Hey, have you seen-,”

Your words were cut by Caesar himself busting inside the house yelling.

“Hey! Hey! There’s a dude posted up outside!’

In a matter of seconds Oscar stood from the chair, grabbed the gun from on top of the counter and stormed outside. Your heart began to bump so fast, scared for both of them.

Quickly you grabbed the phone and began dialing Sad Eyes as you peeped from the window and instantly recognized who that man was.

“Oh shit,” you said, putting the phone down. Mr. Diaz has been in jail for almost a decade. You haven’t seen him since middle school when he got locked up. Oscar aura changed completely at the sight of his father. When he turned his body, you saw it on his eyes, he wasn’t happy his father was back. Mr. Diaz grabbed his duffel bag from the floor and crossed the street making his way towards the house.

“Babe?” You called him as he walked in. “When - How?”

Oscar shook his head groaning, “I have no fucking clue.”

You stood by the kitchen watching Mr. Diaz cautiously walk inside the house. His eyes roamed every inch of the space but when he spotted you, his eyes disappeared because of the big smile he gave you.

“Y/N,” he said.

You smiled back, “Hey Mr. Diaz…”

“I can see you two still together… Good.” He said looking at Oscar and you.

You smile awkwardly, “Yeah…”

Mr. Diaz picked up the awkwardness of the moment but decided to ignore it by walking around the kitchen and living room area. He admired the house as if it was an old museum.

You decided to walk around the living room and sit next to Oscar who was already sitting on the sofa with Caesar. You were right in the middle of the two brothers.

“So when did you get out?” Caesar asked, his voice had the tone of a 3 year old excited kid.

“Yesterday,” Mr. Diaz replied, still contemplating the house, “Looks kind of the same…” he said looking around, “doesn’t smell the same tho.”

You smiled proudly at his comment, “That would be my doing.“

“You live here?” He asked you.

Your eyes felt Oscar staring, it was obvious how he felt about his father being out of prison. He didn’t want him here but looking at his father, you really didn’t think he cared what Oscar thought or not. “Yeah.” You looked at your boyfriend. “I’ve added a couple things,” your sight went back to Mr. Diaz, “you know a bit of a female touch.”

“That’s good,”’he sat down across from the sofa. Mr. Diaz's eyes were locked on Oscar before switching them to his younger son. “You in school?” His Mexican accent was heavy and distinguished.

“Of course he is,” Oscar replied for his younger brother.

He looked at his older son, “How about you? Going to college?”

You saw Oscar raise an eyebrow, not believing the question he just got asked.

“Seriously?” Oscar said with unbelief.

“It's nice to see you,” Caesar told his dad, who just answered with a nod as he took a drag off his cigarette. “Do you have plans?”

“No,” he said, “just wanted to see you guys before I go to Bakersfield. Got a job lined up.”

“Caesar, you need to get to school,” Oscar said with his tone firm. You watched Caesar trying to give his older puppy eyes to let him stay but they didn’t work on him. Instead he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag.

He was about to leave when he turned around. Caesar's body shook as he tried to figure out how to talk to his father. “Hey... Do you maybe I don’t know… wanna hang? After school?”

“Sure,” Mr. Diaz replied without much emotion.

Not being facial expressive in this family, the male Diaz didn’t show much emotion or even spoke much for that matter. You watched how Caesar smiled happily, for years Oscar was the only father figure to him. Meanwhile Oscar never really had a father figure.

“So where are you staying?” Oscar asked his father once his brother was out of the house.

He looked at his son replying before taking another dragg. “Here.”

In that moment Oscar stood up from the couch, you could feel how pissed off he was. You watched him walk towards the bedroom, leaving you alone with Mr. Diaz.

“He hates me,” he said with his voice low.

Another thing he had in common with his son was that his eyes spoke a thousand words.

You didn’t know how to speak to him or what to say, last time you saw this man was in 9th grade. “He-,” you cleared your throat, “I don’t know if he hates you or not… it's been years and honestly we haven’t talked about you in the past months.”

“Months?” he arched an eyebrow confused, “you two were inseparable when kids thought you were together all these years.”

“Not really,” you said standing up, “we broke up well-,” you shrugged, “I broke up with him when we graduated high school, I moved away for a couple years but I came back a couple months ago and now we are together again.”

Mr. Diaz nodded his head, “At least you found each other again.”

“Si…” you said getting distracted by a loud crash coming from the bedrooms, “Tengo que ir donde él… Hablamos más luego.”

The noise of bangs and things breaking became louder the more you reached the room. Once in front of the closed door, you took a big deep breath preparing yourself to see a very pissed off Oscar. Before you opened the door, the loud noises suddenly stopped. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door was all the broken glass on the floor. Your eyes scanned around the messy room until they met Oscar once again sitting by the edge of the bed in silence. Instantly you noticed the blood on his hands and had a small panic attack.

“Oscar!” You shouted quickly running into the bathroom for the first aid kit. This was one of the first things you bought when you moved in with him. You know that sooner or later you would need it and you weren’t wrong. Going back to him you knelt down between his legs, his eyes were stuck on the floor, filled with rage.

“Talk to me,” you looked into his eyes that were filled with suppressed tears. “Oscar… hablame.”

He hissed when you poured antiseptic over his cut, “Crap.”

“Exactly,” you glared at him, “Why were you breaking all this crap!?” Oscar rolled his eyes. “I saw that,” you told him as you continued to cover his cut.

“He hasn’t called or written for years and now he just comes back as if nothing ever happened?!” Oscar let out what was bothering him. “I-,” he clenched his jaw, “I hate him.”

“Don’t say that,” you looked into his eyes. “He- he wasn’t the best father but es tu papa.”

“I hate him, Y/N…” Oscar's eyes were full of rage.

You sighed, finishing up putting on the bandage and standing up. Today wasn’t supposed to be full of troubles from the past. It was supposed to be a chill day with your boyfriend. You were hoping to go on a date and have a normal Valentines day and you weren’t going to have less. Oscar and you needed an escape from the real world. “Let’s get out of here,” you told him.

He looked at you confused, “Que?”

“Let’s get out of here,” you said again, “is Valentine’s day for fucks sake. I am not letting your father’s return ruin this day.”

You could see how the rage in his eyes slowly burned out at the same time a small smirk formed on the corner of his lips. He sighed looking away for a second before standing up and holding you close.

“Tienes razon,” he said, “let’s get out of here.”

Both changed into new clothes and made an overnight bag. There weren’t plans made for today but you and Oscar were big fans of spontaneity. Something would come up and honestly being away from home sounded like a great idea at this moment. Oscar texted his brother letting him know he was going to be out for a day. You chuckled when he out-loud said “don’t do anything stupid” as he typed.

“You know that’s practically impossible,” you told him. The breeze of the coast made your hair fly with the air as your extremely hot man drove. “Those chamacos go from one stupid thing to another,” you continued, “we weren’t like that.”

“We were too busy having sex,” Oscar said, “in this car.”

You chuckled quickly looking at the backseat and reminiscing, “Ah, the old days but I’m pretty sure Caesar and Monse are doing something.”

Oscar’s face instantly looked so disgusted, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

You chuckled, “Es la verdad.”

“They broke up,” Oscar said.

“How many times did we break up cuando eramos chamacos?”

“Too many fucking times,” he let out.

Once again you chuckled, “And we always ended up back together… Those two are the fucking same.”

He smirked, deep down he was happy his little brother had someone. His eyes found yours again, “Where are we going?”

“There is this small inn by Santa Monica. The reviews said it is the perfect couples getaway.” You finished the sentence with a flirtatious wink. “We can be more traviesos.”

“I hope Caesar doesn’t get in any trouble while we’re down here,” he let out.

You caressed the back of Oscar's neck, smiling when he let his shoulders relax at your touch. “Everything is going to be fine,” you told him. “My sister is hanging out with them and if anything happens, we will be the first to know. Now can you just give me your all devoted attention and don’t think about your brother and his crazy friends…” You kissed his lips.

Oscar looked at your eyes for a second before turning his focus back to the road. For the rest of the hour you tried your best to take Oscar's mind off his father and his brother.

/ / /

“This is fucking nice,” Oscar let out putting his duffel bag on top of the white bed.

You chuckled, “Look at the view.”

He stood by you on the window holding you by the waist and taking in the beautiful sight of the beach. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

“For what?” you smiled.

“You make everything better,” he said, “if it wasn’t for you this day would have fucking sucked but you… you made it better.”

It was a rare thing for him to be so spoken of his feelings but God how much you loved it when these unusual moments happened. Without hesitating you kissed his lips.

“I got an idea,” he stopped kissing you. “We need to get ready.”

You certainly loved surprises and even more when coming from him. For tonight you decided to wear a white dress with high heel sandals. You wore your hair natural just like your make up only adding a bright red lipstick.

“Wow,” you let out when you saw Oscar walking out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white button long sleeve shirt and khaki pants with his converse. You smiled taking in how handsome he looked. “You look hot.”

He smiled for you, “Tu tambien mamas’,” he walked around you, “I’m so lucky.”

You got closer to him, “Yes you are,” kissing him.

He held your hand as you two walked through the streets of Santa Monica. The fresh air coming from the ocean was salty and so pleasant. You followed Oscar lead down the streets until you two got to a small restaurant by the beach.

“Una mesa para dos,” Oscar spoke to the hostess.

She smiled and showed you two the way to a small table outside. The sounds of the waves in the background played better than any song. There was a small candle on the table, lighting bright enough to see Oscar’s eyes on you. Moments like this when there could be a million people around and his eyes were always on you. These were the moments you felt like the only woman in this world.

“This is nice,” you told him, “unusual for us but nice.”

“Our usual dates involve shrimp tacos and watching movies at home,” he said reading the menu.

“I love those dates too,” you said.

Instantly he looked up from the menu and winked giving you a small smirk. “But sadly those are postponed until nuevo aviso because my father decided to just come home after a fucking decade.”

You sighed, “Oscar can we just forget about your dad for one night?”

“You’re right,” he sighed, “Perdon.”

“He told me he thinks you hate him,” you couldn’t help but ignore your own words and talk about his father. Instantly he shot a ‘are you serious?’ glare at you. Innocently you shrugged, “Sorry pero you started.”

“I do hate him,” he said with no remorse.

“Why?”

Oscar put the menu to the side, leaning backwards and crossing his arms onto his chest. “I wrote letters to him,” he began to say. You could feel the sadness in his tone, “for years I wrote and called… You know what I got in return? Nothing.” He placed both of his elbows on the table, holding his hands onto a tight fist. You placed your hand on top of his, “When he left I was a kid but I had to grow up and be a father for my little brother without knowing what a father was. Maybe if he had kept contact or replied to my letter maybe I wouldn’t have turned out so fucked up but he didn’t and here I am… A fucking mess.”

“Hey,” you hold his chin up, “we’re all a fucking mess but it’s just life, you did the best you could and Caesar has turned out good.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, “I guess… I only had one normal while growing up though.”

“What?” You were curious about what his answer would be.

His eyes disappeared into a thin line as his smile grew bigger, “You.”

You giggled with happiness, “Baby I ain’t that normal.”

“You are,” he holds your hand softly caressing it, “I love you.”

You leaned forward kissing his perfect lips and whispering, “I love you too.”

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kimhargreeves · 3 years

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Haunted-Michael and Troy Winslow x Reader (AHS Stories)

Summary: You are happily together with Troy and Michael raising your daughter Scarlett, but many dark secrets and mistakes from the past come to life when you move into the infamous Murder House.

(A/N: This is a polyamorous relationship and this will contain a few things which might trigger you mention such as abuse,rape, homophobia, etc. Also I know I'm late, I just saw the first two episodes of Stories and wondered why no one has written on these characters?! Funny but I had this one shot planned out before watching the show.)

"And here we are!" I excitedly got out of the car and opened the gates to our new home. The Murder House.

"It was about time, that music of yours were going to make my ear bleed." Michael teases me.

Scarlett who was behind him rolled her eyes and remained silent. "Isn't this amazing?" I spoke when we made it inside with a few luggage.

"(Y/N), has always loved her spooky things unlike us." Trot says hugging me from behind and kissing my head.

"Ugh get a room." Scarlett said walking past us and going upstairs.

"Hey! We're all loving people here, we love to spread love it's what we do best!" Michael scolded her before she disappeared.

Both of them scoff and mutter "Teenagers."

The three of us raced to our room and first thing I did was jump on the bed and sighed. "I'm so tired."

"Get ready to save up your energy then." Michael suggested which made Troy slap his arm.

"Haha, No funny business, we have a teenage daughter to raise and a house to haunt." Michael and Troy's plan is to open up this house and have people pay us since this house has a dark history.

They don't believe that it's haunted but I do.

I stand up and grab both of the males hand and smile at them. "Let's try and do our best to make Scarlett feel safe and happy here, okay?"

"Okay." They both reply and I kiss each if them.

"I'll go and unbox a few things and make this house more of my style." I wink and began to head downstairs and began to do my work.

An hour turned to two and the place was looking a bit more cosey. I did feel this house a bit eerie when I was alone downstairs, "Hey! Wanna give me a bit of help?"

I smile despite being so tired of the hard work. Scarlett looks up from her phone and stared at me. "I-I..I'm a bit busy."

She was beginning to walk away until Michael showed up and gave her a disapproving look. "Go help your mother."

Scarlett rolled her eyes again and began to take a few vases and other delicate things and placed them mindlessly on a table next to us. "If you have other important things then feel free to leave."

As soon as I said that she raced up to her room again. I frowned and continued to clean up the place. It was finally getting late and we were all sitting down to have dinner.

"Spaghetti again?" I looked ahead and saw Scarlett picking at her food.

"I was going to cook this time but you didn't help me finish with the boxes earlier. Besides, your dad is the mother in this relationship. His cooking is great." I complimented Troy's cooking and Michael for doing the salad.

"You're starting school tomorrow, if there's anything you want to ask me don't be shy to do so." I offered. She forced a smile and shook her head.

"I'll manage on my own."

My relationship with Michael and Trot began many years ago, many people looked down on us back then and still do but that didn't stop us from being together. Michael and Troy were together back then, and Troy was the one I first met when we were in our last year of highschool.

My relationship with Scarlett has always been complicate-

"You should ask as many questions as you'd like Scarlett. Your mom might know a few." I nearly choked on my drink when my husband said that.

"Can we stop with the sexual jokes, you guys are gross." Scarlett pushed her plate forward and crossed her arms.

"Alright enough with the innuendos." I spoke up when Michael and Troy began to joke with each other. I gave them a look and they stopped.

We know of Scarlett's problem with looking up for adult content. "I'll make your favorite for breakfast and I'll drop you off at school if you'd like." I smile at our daughter.

"I can walk the school isn't far from here, but I'll gladly accept breakfast." I nodded my head and leaned over and kissed her head.

"Go and rest up for tomorrow then."

We watch her leave and I start to pick up the played. "Why does she always push me away?" Michael comes behind me and rubs my back.

"She's a teenager it's what they do best. She'll come around once she realizes she needs your help."

"That and you're not old yet, we can always try and have a kid of our own." We both turned around and I glared at Trot and playfully splashed him with a bit of water.

"By saying that you just called me old."

"He's always been good at flirting." Michael sarcastically said.

The three of us finished what we had to in the kitchen and tiredly went to our room. "Finally time for sleep." I began to get rid of my clothes and got dressed in an oversized shirt and got into bed.

"You can't be sleepy right now." Troy whined and threw himself over me making me squirm to try and get under the sheets to sleep.

"And he's always been the horniest." Michael added appearing in the room and closing the door.

"Scarlett is just a few doors away from us. We are not having sex tonight." I warned him.

"Afraid the ghosts will see us?" Now they began to joke with me.

I gripped Troy's bleached long hair and pulled him in to kiss me. "That makes things more exciting."

"You're gonna become a bad influence to Scarlett if she hears you." Michael laughed when I didn't pay attention to him.

I wrapped my arms around Troy and continued to kiss him when I felt his hands beginning to travel down to my shirt. I felt another pair of hands which belonged to Michael.

I pushed them down on the bed and evilly smirked. "You two better not make a sound." I warn them and got rid of my clothes.

**************

Few days went by and Scarlett's slowly was acting stranger than the normal teenager would. Troy, Michael and I alongside Scarlett were with a psychologist.

"You've been spying on me?!" She got annoyed when Troy and Michael showed her her internet history. I reached my hand forward and shut the laptop.

"You both should've consulted this with me. I'm with Scarlett on this one, her sexual orientation or intimacy shouldn't be our problems."

The psychologist remained silent, but she did seem concern.

"You're wrong, (Y/N). As parents we need to pay closer attention our daughter and not let her get invested into these strange things."

"These are normal things, we used to do them together, remember?" I ask looking at both males.

"(Y/N), quit joking about this, this is serious. BDSM is way different than what Scarlett is searching up." Troy for once scolded me and Michael remained silent.

"Did something happen to Scarlett when she was little that maybe you think made her like this?" The psychologist asked us.

Michael looked at Troy and I concerned when we exchanged looks. "(Y/N), and I were shopping one day. We were ready to leave when a woman came out of nowhere and attacked us both. Scarlett disappeared for ten days.."

I still remember that day clearly. It was the second time I felt horrible. Troy crawled by my side making sure I was okay and called Michael when the people around us that day called the police. Those ten days felt like an eternity to us, we barely slept those days.

"There's something e-else I'd like to s-say." I stuttered and felt my feet and hands cold. Tears began to fill my eyes. Michael and Troy both grabbed my hands knowing what I was about to say.

I looked at Scarlett's afraid she might hate me, push me even more. I never decided to tell her this.

"A month of so after I met Michael and Troy. I was already pregnant with her but neither of them got me pregnant. Scarlett.. She's the result of someone who raped me." I take a deep breathe and tried to always block those awful memories.

"I never knew who the guy was who did it. Michael and Troy found me almost dead on the streets, I didn't want to carry on with the pregnancy but they both changed my mind. We would stay together and raise her, try to protect her from any harm."

I remember having a bump when I was ready to get rid of her. Michael and Troy sat next to me and rested their hands on my growing stomach. They agreed and paid me extra money, they would raise Scarlett as their own daughter, and that we would never mention her that I am her biological mother.

"Do you think hiding this from Scarlett was the right choice?"

"I do and I don't. I'll get hate for whichever one I choose, but I never wanted her to find out about this, not this way anyways. Scarlett.." I turned to look at her.

Scarlett looked away from us and quickly wiped a year that escaped from her. She shouted us an insult and ran up to her room.

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bunnieresources · 3 years

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bugsnax writing prompts.

“ you’re the only one who gets to know! “

“ you. are. a. life-saver, ____! “

“ sorry, i was too busy dying to introduce myself. “

“ um... sorry if this is a stupid question, but, uh, what are you doing out here? “

“ you know, you’re a pretty good hunter, like ____ said. “

“ it’s been rough since ____ vanished. been rougher for some than others. “

“ it says right here. ____, personality type: squeeb. skills: none. friends: none. "

“ i don’t know what i expected. without ____ around, nobody would want to come back here. “

“ i’m not good at most stuff, but i like to help out. “

“ nobody will listen to me... but you, you’re pretty good at stuff and, well, nobody hates you yet! “

“ despite your lack of any and all useful skills, i require your assistance. “

“ sorry ____, inspiration is so hard to find. i just have to sing wherever it strikes me. “

“ lucky you, you get an autograph! “

“ i can see you are utterly starstruck. don’t fret, darling, i always have time for my fans. “

“ ____, you're back! don't you ever leave me agaaaain! "

" you've always wanted a life of adventure. i'm just holding you back. "

" you take care of ____... or else! "

" oh. i wouldn't have come back if i knew YOU were here. "

" well, when you've been married this long, the little spats just pile up. doesn't take much to knock 'em all down. "

" you've got a way of digging up the truth outta the lies. "

" y'know i-it looks just a little bit... um, exploded. but i'm sure we can patch that up. eventually. "

" i don't know nearly enough about YOU yet. i'm just itching to dig up more dirt! "

" shindigs like this don't sit right with me. feels like i should be getting work done. "

" i, like, live here now. you started a party around ME. "

" you don't know a thing about love! that's why ____ left you! "

" i'm gonna do violence to you. "

" don't act like you're in charge. if you had the spine to lead us, everybody would still be here. "

" i'm ____ and i basically do whatever i want. "

" hmm... let's just say i'm an 'information specialist.' "

" unrelated fun fact: did you know that no international laws apply out here? "

" we have too many geminis around here and i'm gone getting caught up in social dumpster fires. "

" don't joke around. i don't want you taking risks to impress me! "

" you're lucky it's such a shallow cut. and stop squirming around or i'll have to restrain you! "

" thanks, ____. i'd fall to pieces without you. "

" it's like grandma always said: if you want answers, dig through their sock drawer. "

" just a cosmic reminder that nothing really lasts, eh? "

" i thought maybe time would help. but time's just pushing me closer to the grave, and i'm not feeling any better. "

" ____, i apologize for putting you through such an ordeal. it was all for the same of art, and art is priceless. "

" nobody's desperate enough to steal from you...anymore. "

" can we just quit it with the spooky stuff? i don't think i'm gonna get any sleep! "

" if something goes wrong, sacrifice ____ first. "

" move along, interloper. whatever sort of spy or counter-agent you are, i'm not about to fall for your tricks. "

" my poor, sweet ____ has always been too trusting. "

" i wish i could tell you everything, but knowing the truth would only put you in more danger. "

" you've been an invaluable ally. i'm even tempted to call you a friend. but quietly, so i'm not overheard. "

" i heard nobody comes back from this place... sounds like a challenge to me! "

" i know i don't have any real talent. my whole career was an accident! "

" you're not better than me, ____. nobody likes all your snooping around. "

" ha! i don't care what they think about me, as long as i make sure you get what you deserve. "

" i learned early on that life is like a box of trash. you always know what you're gonna get... trash. "

" i'm not TELLING you the terrible secrets because they are TERRIBLE and SECRET! "

" unlike you, i don't lie for a living. "

" don't take this the wrong way, ____, but you are a bit high-strung. a little beauty sleep would do you wonders. "

" when you're finished with your amusements, come see me. we have work to do. "

" i'm just so sick of feeling like an empty shell. i want to stop relying on everybody else. "

" i'm on the verge of a breakthrough. now, assist me or begone with you! "

" isn't it SO sad that i call you my bestie? haha, i like, barely know you. and if i did get to know you, you'd probably hate me for it. "

" the world will crush you if you let it. i gotta be strong enough to keep you/____ safe from all that. "

" meet me outside my place. midnight. no cops. "

" i got this condition where i'm deathly allergic to jail time. "

" you're a blight on society. "

" the more innocent somebody looks, the nastier the secret. trust me. "

" you are asking for opinions instead of facts. i'm not going to discuss my feelings with you, you emotional parasite. "

" very good! you're actually being useful. "

" even after everything you've done, i still care about you, ____. "

" they---they left me... i guess that's just what family does. "

" you think i LIKE being a scumbag? huh? a grifter, a hustler? it's all miserable. "

" i wasn't born rich, and that means i can't afford to be happy. "

" ugh, was my writing always this sloppy? it's not doctor bad, but still. "

" you're okay! you are okay, right? no drowsiness, numbness, or missing limbs? "

" ____?! it's really you! you're here! alive... and... not dead! "

" oh, ____, it's so good to see you! i can't believe you've been here all this time. you're so... different! "

" i'm a burden to everyone around me! that's why ____ is gone! "

" please, just go. i can't stand to see anyone else hurt. "

" i need some time to think. i still wanna figure out what i got wrong. when i do, i'll come find you. "

" i give this party seven out of ten. which is pretty good, i guess... for you. "

" your apology is as lacking as your ethical standards, but... it's a start. "

" you're interrupting personal business. unless you have something intelligent to say, begone. "

" i don't tell jokes, ____. i am not creative. "

" if you're really not coming back, then... then what am i supposed to do without you? "

" is it over? please say it's over. my heart can't take much more of this... "

" also you're legally dead. might wanna clear that up soon. "

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skycollides · 3 years

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Okay I’m bombarding you with these😂😂 pls ignore any if you don’t like them and absolutely no preshure or rush, and this isn’t necessarily a plot but maybe just some fluff with ez where he keeps teasing her for how short she is? Idk you can take it wherever you want, i just love the tall short dynamic!!🤗💖💖 thank you so much for having your requests open!!😊

Sorry it took me so long love! I started writing this so often but was never really satisfied.

I hope you enjoy this one. 🧡🧡

Hey Shorty

EZ x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Requests are still open. Feel free to send them in!

Warning: swearing , heartbreak, insecure reader, happy end

Words: 1.417

Being short is not alway easy for you. Everyone keeps teasing you for it since you were a teenager. And when I say everyone I mean everyone - your family, your friends, your colleagues. You always wished to be a little taller. It has been going on for so many years and it still bothers you. It even bothers you when your boyfriend Ez jokes about it or teases you.

Today was another party at the clubhouse and you didn’t feel like going but you know how much Ez would love to send time with and his brothers you you decide to show up there for some time.

When you reach the scrap yard you see its already packed with people. Your first destination is Ez`s trailer but no luck its locked. So he must be inside the clubhouse you think. Once your inside you look around but don’t see him. Instead you see Angel and make your way over hoping he would know where to find your man.

You tap his shoulder and he turns around.

’’Hey shorty! What are you doing here?’’ he greets you before pulling you in his arms. There it is again the reference to your height.

’’Hey Angel’’ you reply and wrap your arms around him returning the hug.

’’You looking for Ez?’’ he asks you and you nod and let go of him.

’’He left about 20 minutes ago saying he’s heading to your place. Said you don’t feel too well. He wanted to check up on you.’’

’’I guess I’ll be leaving then.’’ you say and and around ready to leave when Angel grabs your wrist.

’’C’mon shorty I’ll walk you out.’’ he says and you look at him annoyed because of the reference to your height and also confused why he would think you weren’t able to walk to your car on your own.

’’I may be short but I’m not a fucking child Angel. I know how to walk on my own.’’ you say a bit harsher then you wanted. Angel stares at you with wide eyes.

’’I’m sorry hermana. I know you’re a grown woman but I’m allowed to be worried. There are other charters here too and not everyone knows who you are I’m just looking out for you u know?’’ he says and you kind of feel sorry for your little outburst.

’’I’m sorry too Angel’’ you say and hug him.

’’Thank you for looking out for me - You’re the annoying brother I always wanted but never had.’’

you say and smile at him. He returns the smile.

’’I feel the same about you little one. Will you tell me what is really going on?’’ he asks you after you let go of him.

’’Would you please stop referring to my hight all the time. I know you don’t think that there is nothing wrong with those nicknames but I don’t like it’’ you say and try to hold back the tears.

Angel stares at you and walks you out not knowing what to say right now. Once you both reached your car he speaks up.

’’Whats wrong with your hight hermana? I think it cute.’’

’’Well I don’t I hate it and I hate that everyone make fun of me all the time and teases me it hurts Angel.’’ your voice breaks during the last part.

’’Why didn’t you just say something - huh? If I had known that before I would have stopped. You’re my brothers fiancé and I love you okay? I don’t wanna see you upset. I didn’t know it would hurt you like this. I apologize. Please tell me the next time something bothers you okay? or someone. I know where to hide a body or two’’ he say and you wipe away the tears.

’’I love you too. Its good to have a brother in law like you - well soon to be. I just didn’t know how to approach it. I’ll keep it mind with the bodies.’’ you say and laugh.

’’Get home to your man now’’ he says and kisses your head before leaving you there.

30 minutes later you reach your house.

Once your inside you see Ez already waiting you in the living room.

’’Where have you been?’’ he asks you since you didn’t reply to his texts.

’’Having a great time with your brother’’ you say and smirk

’’Huh?’’

’’I was at the scrap yard looking for you - Angel told me you had already left. Looks like we both had the same thought here. You hungry babe?’’

’’I could eat.’’ he relies and you decide to prepare dinner for the two of you.

Once you start cooking you see that you forgot one of the spices. Once you find it you get a little frustrated since you can’t reach it. Thats when Ez walks into the kitchen.

’’Need some help shorty?’’ he say while leaning on the doorframe watching your attempts to reach the little box with amusement. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. Little did he know how much it really bothers you.

’’Well not everyone can be a fucking giant you know.’’ is all you say in reply and turn away from him. That’s when Ez knows that something is wrong. He walks over grabs the box with your spices and hands it to you and leaves the kitchen after that. Once you’re done you get two plates and that’s when Ez makes a second appearing in the kitchen.

’’Let the food in the pot I don’t want it to get cold.’’

’’Why would it get cold?’’ you ask him.

’’Because you and me need to talk Y/n. C’mon.’’ he answers you before leaving the kitchen.

Once the both of you sit down Ez speaks up.

’’What’s up baby?’’

’’What do you mean?’’ you ask him.

’’You know exactly what I mean. The little outburst in the kitchen when I called you shorty. Whats up with that?’’

Since you told Angel it looks like it is know time to explain to your fiancé.

’’Well i hate - I truly do hate how short I am and it bothers me that everyone reminds me of it with the nicknames. It bothers me that everyone teases me all the time. I hurts in way.’’ you end your speech shrugging your shoulders and look ant your fiancé waiting for his reply.

’’You should have told me baby. Seriously you should have. I’m your fiancé my main priority is your happiness Y/n.

I love how short you are it’s my favorite thing about you right after your beautiful eyes and your incredible smile.

I love that you can’t reach the things on your own that you need me for that. I love the way I can lay my head on top of yours when we hug. I love the way my shirts and hoodies look on you like a dress. Don’t see it as such a terrible thing. This what what I love about you. Think about that when someone calls you little or short or whatever reference they make about your hight. Let this be a reminder of tonight - a reminder of my love for you and everything about you Y/n.

Ugly weeds grow fast and tall but beautiful lovers don’t remember that my love.’’ he says with a smile on his face and you have tears in your eyes because of what Ez just said.

You get up from the sofa and sit down on his lap looking into his eyes.

’’I never saw it that way. I always connected it to something negative. Thank you for being you Ez.

Thank you for being an amazing fiancé. Thank you for loving me and getting my head straight again when I need it. I love you Ezekiel I love you so much it sometimes scares me. I never thought I could feel so much love for a person but you’re living proof that its possible.’’ you end your speech with wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a long kiss.

’’I’m glad I cloud help my love’’ he says and kisses your nose.

’’I’m really up for the food you promised me darling’’

’’Looks like I gotta feed my man’’ you smile and get up to get the plates for the both of you.

The rest of the night you lay in Ez’s arms and couldn’t be happier to have someone as amazing as Ez in your life.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Stockings (S.R.)

Type: Modern-college-professor AU - part of Attached series or a standalone

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3000

Summary: You just wanted to decorate the apartment for a bit, you swear.

It wasn’t your fault that it was impossible to stay with your mind out of the gutter for longer than five minutes whenever Steve was around.

A/N: No knowledge of Attached needed I think 😉 Feel free to read as a standalone, you’ll find it in my masterlist as both.

A/N 2: For @wonderlandmind4 ‘s challenge. Congrats on your follower count and for coming up with this awesome challenge!

Prompt: “Those - weren’t the kind of stockings I had in mind-“ (bold in text)

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied smut with tiny bit of action so 18+, nsfw, language (always), and one (1) trope that has definitely been used before

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When the idea of decorating first flashed through your mind, it was, honest to God, completely innocent.

Due to loads of schoolwork, Halloween somehow passed by and you barely noticed, the most festive thing you had done being the indulgent orders of pumpkin spiced lattés and hogging some of the candy for your exam time stress-eating. Candy which just happened to be shaped like spiders, snakes, witches and other lovely stuff.

But that was it and with ditching the spooky holiday and the Thanksgiving which no one in your apartment was allowed to talk about, you itched to celebrate at least one of the holidays in peace and with everything that belonged with it.

Gifts, obviously.

Baking, perhaps.

Decorations, absolutely.

Last year, you and Penny had gone a bit overboard, fully affected by the holiday madness, and bought half the store (well, as much as your financial situation allowed anyway). Your dorm room looked as if Santa puked there, as Penny elaborately put it, but you both adored it.

Now, with Steve, you knew you had to be considerably more restrained.

Not that he would notice if your apartment turned into a damn Santa village, because he was too preoccupied with grading midterm papers. Non-stop, it seemed. The pile never ever appeared to be reducing.

However, you and Steve had set a rule that even if you were both crazy busy, you’d make time for at least one or two evenings together – simply to take few moments to fully appreciate each other’s company.

That night, Steve’s mind wandered despite trying to stay focused on you, you could tell. You felt for him, you truly did… but you missed him. Your time together, truly together, became so rare lately and--- you didn’t want to end up like the couple that kisses goodnight and good-morning just because they share quarters and a bed, and ignores one another for the rest of the day.

Rather than letting the gloomy thoughts consume you though, you tried a different approach; humour.

After all, that was how your relationship had started, along with loads of awkwardness.

“Penny says hi, by the way,” you said casually, practically feeling Steve’s absence despite his body engulfing you as you cuddled on the couch, movie on your laptop playing in the background which neither of you were watching.

Steve hummed, his fingers never ceasing the comforting strokes on your arm.

You adored him, you did – which really was the reason why you couldn’t but mess with him, tease him for his mental trip to the far-away lands.

“She and Bucky hooked up again.”

“Mm.”

“She still claims he was the best she ever had.”

“Oh, that’s interesting,” Steve muttered, almost as if he was actually listening to you.

“I’m meeting them tomorrow both, because they offered me a threesome.”

“That’s nice.”

The corners of your lips twitched. God, Steve was lucky to have you to take his mind off his job sometimes, otherwise he would work himself into the ground with how much of his brain space was filled with university matters. He was so detached from life sometimes…

“Bucky asked if he could film it, do you think I should say yes?”

“Whatever you think—wait WHAT?!” he cried out, sitting up straight, hence pushing you up too since you had been nestled on his chest.

Giggles erupted from your throat as you watched his perplexed and scandalized face, realization slowly dawning on him as he probably went over the last few sentences that left your mouth – and his expression gradually melted into an apologetic one, blending into exhaustion as he ran his hand down his face.

You cupped his cheeks then, leaning in to plant a kiss on his forehead – you would swear it was a fraction hotter than normal, his poor brain overheating – and stifled the aww threatening to spill when Steve closed his eyes contentedly, a hum vibrating in his chest.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your lips chastely before wrapping his arms around you to hold you close again, face nuzzling your hair. “I’m listening now.”

You curled into his warmth, much more welcoming than the comforter wrapped around you.

“It’s okay, Stevie. I know you’re tired. We’ll just call it a night.”

“But you wanted to talk about something?” he protested softly, earning a hum in affirmation.

“Just wanted to ask if you’d be okay with me decorating the apartment? Just a bit, to bring a piece of the Christmas spirit in here?”

You could feel his smile against your scalp as his thumb caressed your shoulders blades, his large form shifting for a bit.

“We both live here, sweetheart,” he reminded you and you made a tiny sound of protest. Yes, he was correct, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t consult him on stuff before messing with the interior, even if it was with the best intentions. Duh. “But I appreciate you asking. Decorations, huh?”

You withdrew, meeting his tired eyes with a barely-there twinkle. You smiled at up at him innocently, showing him a tiny space between your thumb and index finger.

“Just a little bit. Just the basics…”

“Uh-huh. The basics. So that’s what? Christmas lights, stockings, mistletoe, a tree?” he mused, his thumb moving to your chin, to your lower lip, brushing it tenderly as you nodded minutely with a smile. His irises lit up a fraction with that image he must have painted in his mind and you felt familiar warmth around your heart at the sight. “I guess we’ll have to talk about getting a tree then. But it sounds nice, babygirl. The mistletoe in particular.”

He proceeded to capture that lips with his, lazy but indulgent kiss that sent pleasant sparkles down your spine and yet made you sleepy as it was soothing, feeling like home.

“Yeah. Sounds nice,” you echoed dreamily, meeting his lips again in a short kiss before nudging him to stand up so you could begin to move to bed.

Only later it occurred to you just how nice you could do with the stuff Steve had mentioned if you tried – and you fell asleep in his arms, a menacing grin that would make Grinch green with envy on your lips.

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Carrying the box after hanging one mistletoe branchlet in the kitchen along with very few fairy lights in the window, you were ready to move onto the bedroom, where Steve was, again, working.

Not for long, you hoped – after all, you put notable effort into your appearance.

With a small smirk on your lips, you knocked on the separating wall, peeking from behind it, trying your best not reveal too much.

Steve didn’t even bother looking up, a semi-loud hum the only sign of him acknowledging your presence.

“I’m gonna decorate this room… you mind me messing around for a bit?” you asked, attempting to sound compassionate about his workload, which you were, and perfectly innocent, which you were not.

That got him eye you briefly, an unconvincing smile passing his lips.

“Sure, go ahead,” he encouraged you softly. He turned his gaze back to the papers on his desk and started writing notes before you could even respond – hence missing your victorious smile.

“Thanks!”

You gleefully walked in, steps soundless against the floor thanks to the thin fabric covering your soles, and placed the box on your own desk.

The rustle of papers and the sudden lack of scribbling sound had you biting your cheek so you wouldn’t burst out laughing.

Steve cleared his throat loudly; when you looked at him over your shoulder however, he went back to reading his damn papers.

You swallowed your disappointment, trying not to think much of it – Steve could be very patient when he wanted to be – or very impulsive. And sometimes, he was both at the same time.

So you pressed your lips together and removed the other branchlet of mistletoe from the top of the box, following with Christmas lights, putting whatever you needed on the desk.

“Sweetheart…” Steve’s voice sounded from his seat, partly amused, partly… hoarse, affected, and you had to bite your lips so the giggles wouldn’t spill out. “What are you wearing?”

You turned to him, making a show of checking your outfit, letting your palms sprawl over your barely covered thighs and slowly moving them up, the hem of Steve’s loose ivory sweater hiking up an inch and revealing the lace of your thigh-high crimson stockings; perhaps even offering a peek of the straps holding them in place due to the garter belt.

“Your old sweater… and stockings,” you offered with a one-shoulder shrug, cool as cucumber in December – or as yourself teasing your loveable boyfriend at the end of November – on the outside, giddy on the inside as his gaze trailed all over your figure, wavering at the lace and the patch of skin on display, before focusing on your face.

“Those-- those weren’t the kind of stockings I had in mind-- when I, uhm, talked about decorating this place,” he explained.

He sounded almost patient, as if it wasn’t clear as day. His irises, however, were not clear – a cloud of desire covered them, turning them a shade darker, hungrier.

It sent a pleasant shiver up your spine, heat pooling in your belly, satisfaction at inching closer to your goal causing your chest nearly puff with pride.

“Oh, my bad!” you exclaimed, chuckling self-depreciatingly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you eyed Steve from under your eyelashes, picture perfect of innocence… not. “Silly me! I’m sorry, I know how much you hate me in stockings…”

“Babygirl…”

His voice resembled a growl, a low warning not to toy with him – which was exactly what you did want to do, teasing him shamelessly when having added emphasis on him not liking your attire.

Stockings and/or his clothes on you got your boyfriend going in fact, sometimes for hours even, thank you very much.

“Yes, Steve?”

“This isn’t going to work, you know. I really have to finish these,” he stated and you most definitely didn’t imagine the impatience and his dislike towards his task sneaking into his voice.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. These are just…” you bit gently on your lower lip, sliding your palms up and down your thighs, Steve’s gaze following the motion instinctively, pupils dilating with the craving to replace your hands with his own, “…comfy, just like your sweater. You never minded when I borrowed it before—you know I love stealing it. It just… it smells like you and it’s warm. It’s like you’re all over me. It’s perfect.”

His glare zeroed on your mouth, slightly accented by a natural, yet visible shade of your lipstick. Steve didn’t say a word, simply staring – and shifting slightly in his seat, much to your glee, which hopefully didn’t show too much – and grumbling an unidentifiable noise.

You felt for him, you truly did – god knew that sometimes, you were overwhelmed with schoolwork too – but that didn’t stop you from smiling at him sweetly now, adding an apologetic tone to your next words.

“Sorry. I talk too much. Don’t let me disturb you. You have work to do and so do I. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

Then you spun on your heels and went back to continue your previous activity, laying out decorations on your desk.

Steve only grunted behind you, but you could hear him as he started going through the papers again, probably trying – and hopefully failing – to ignore your presence.

It wasn’t that you wanted to be mean, there was no single drop of malice in your plan; Steve needed to get his head off his work for a bit, even if he wasn’t aware of it. The way he was overworking himself was beginning to threaten to his sanity.

You simply wanted to help and this was just the way that had crossed your mind first; it was entirely on Steve and his stupidly perfect everything that you couldn’t seem to get your head out of the gutter sometimes when in his presence.

You wished nothing more than for him to turn off his brain… and to relax and enjoy himself.

Clearly, he was enjoying the view indeed.

You caught his sharp inhale when you accidentally dropped a tacky plastic Santa and proceeded to bend over to pick it up… offering Steve a perfect view of your rear and revealing the smart garter belt you wore; with nothing as much as a thong, leaving your most intimate areas bare.

You heard him shuffling in the chair and had to smirk, mentally counting down the time until his resolve broke.

He was holding up quite bravely – nearly long enough to make you doubt your ability to seduce him. Except the shuffle of papers that followed sounded as if he was trying to make a point and you knew that the breaking point was on horizon.

So when the time came to set in motion what you assumed would be the final strike – pushing the chair from your desk to the middle of the room to get ready to put your stockings on display right in his natural line of vision – you delicately took the branchlet of mistletoe with you, climbing up and carefully tying it to the lamp.

Steve’s pen hit the desk with a click and you quickly shot him a glance, meeting his stern and yet rather amused eyes. He sighed at your ridiculously unsubtle antics, but one corner of his lips rose anyway.

“Alright, that’s it. Get down here, you little minx,” he huffed.

Oh, sweet victory.

Mirroring his expression, you retorted cheekily: “Come get me.”

There was no missing the dangerous glint in is eye as he rose to his feet and stalked to your chair, a smirk playing on his lips, every movement purposeful and precise as if he was a predator chasing his prey to the corner.

Your breathing picked up as he neared, your heart pounding, chest heaving quickly – fuck, wasn’t it an erotic sight, Steve’s figure cladded in plain t-shirt and sweats, looking up at you as if he was about to eat you alive.

Maybe it was the expression on his face, somewhere between aroused, amused, cocky and predatory at the same time. Maybe it was the outline of his semi-hard dick on his sweatpants. But shit, you knew you were in trouble, you loved it, and you might have been this close to drooling. You were glad for forgoing underwear, because it would be absolutely useless and soaked through in an instant.

And Steve hadn’t even started yet.

Stopping right in front of you, craning his neck only a bit to face you (the tall bastard), his wide palms sprawled over your calves, their heat warming you from inside out.

An appreciative hum rumbled in his chest as his touch trailed up at torturously slow pace, drinking in the sight of your ragged breaths, indulging in every inch he laid his hands on. You couldn’t withhold the shudder running through your whole body and his grin widened.

“You’re such a fucking tease….” he whispered, licking his lips as his gaze fell lower again, following the movements of his hands, clasping the back of your thighs now, inching toward their inner part, fingers brushing the hem of your stockings.

“Is it-“ You had to clear your throat against the lump that grew there, your body buzzing with anticipation, the smart remark growing heavy on your tongue. “Is it teasing when you can just take what you want?”

He chuckled, a delicious dark sound, bringing more slickness between your legs, much to his apparent satisfaction as he set eyes on his prize.

“Downright naughty…”

His mouth landed softly on the inside of your right calf, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs to nudge them few inches apart to make space for him.

“Does that… uhm, does that mean I won’t be getting any presents from Santa this year?”

You had genuinely no clue how you managed to form a sentence through the fog of arousal around your brain, only growing thicker when Steve’s teeth grazed the skin above your knee, his fingertips brushing an extremely sensitive spot so close to your core.

“You could come down now, be a very good girl and I might put in a good word for you,” he muttered, biting down some more, drawing a mewl from your lips, another one escaping you when he snapped one of the strings holding your stockings in place.

The sharp gentle pain was enough to make words roll off your tongue.

“You think that would work?”

“Oh sweetheart…” Steve chuckled again, a huff of breath warming your thighs, before his eyes, wide-blown and hungry, met yours. “If it doesn’t… you can be damn sure I’m gonna give you fucking everything I have.”

You yelped when his grip on the back of your thighs tightened and he tugged you forward, your hands instantly going to his shoulders to maintain balance as you found yourself with no surface under your feet all of sudden.

He grinned up at you – the show-off, but by God, wasn’t the demonstration of strength setting your body on fire, rendering you speechless – and slowly lowered you to the ground, half-lidded eyes zeroed on your lips. He made damn sure that you felt his erection against your body at all time as he always loosened his grip and tightened it a second later, until your feet touched the ground – and yet you felt your legs shaking, unsteady with the need to feel more of him.

It dawned to you how crazy he managed to drive you, your roles reversed, your plan backfiring. But was it? Backfiring? Because you couldn’t wait to see how it would unfold--

His hands slipped under the sweater you stole from him, one grasping your hip to hold you tight against his body, fingers of the other diving into the pool of slick between your legs, causing you to jerk forward into his hand.

He leaned down to nip at the skin of your neck right under your ear, forefinger circling your clit for a good measure, drawing a needy moan from you.

“And I bet you’re gonna take it…” he hummed into your ear, satisfied smile audible in his hoarse voice, “and thank me for it like the good girl you are.”

You barely forced the words out, heavy with desire but any less true.

“Yes, Professor Rogers. I think I will.”

“Damn right.”

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funhouse || oscar diaz

Summary: reader convinces Oscar to go ghost hunting with her in an abandoned house and it’s both hilarious and terrifying.

Requested: yes! @varzling

Pairing: Oscar Diaz x reader, Jamal Turner x reader (platonic)

Warnings: cussing as per usual

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: I loved this so much lmao I was born one week before halloween and I was obsessed with scary movies and spooky shit before I could even properly talk. I had the Chucky doll and my uncle called me Chucky because I was obsessed with that movie. This was one of my favorites to write because paranormal and horror stuff is my fav! This is me, I am reader lmao this was fun to write! I also did this in second person pov rather than third person which is what i normally do. let me know if you prefer this or if you prefer third person.

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“No.”

“Baby, come on! Please?”

It had all started when Jamal had mentioned in passing that there was an abandoned house only a few blocks away from where you lived. An abandoned house that people assumed was haunted. He had mentioned that he wanted to go ghost hunting with some equipment that he had bought but had been wary of it because he didn’t want to go alone.

You loved that stuff. Paranormal shit was your absolute favorite, so naturally, you agreed to go with Jamal. You were absolutely buzzing with excitement, and you had put it in your mind to convince Oscar to go with you two - but you knew that it wouldn’t be an easy feat.

You knew Oscar better than anyone and you knew just how jumpy and how fearful he was of paranormal stuff, which you found rather amusing given just how much of an intimidating man he was. Shit, people called him Spooky. You always took the time to tease him about it - you’d sneak up behind him wrapped in a white sheet (like a ghost) just to scare him, which he certainly didn’t appreciate it, but you found absolutely hilarious.

So getting him to agree to go with you and Jamal to ghost hunt was certainly a mission.

“Nah. I ain’t going.” He said, taking a drag from the cigarette he was smoking. You stood in front of him, holding his free hand and giving him those puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t resist. That would be why he wouldn’t meet your eyes, why he was looking everywhere but you, because he knew damn well he’d give in if he looked at you. You had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Oscar, please!” You dragged the word out, jutting your bottom lip out. “It’ll be fun!” That was when he finally looked at you, raising one of his perfectly arched eyebrows, a look that said ‘fun? Yeah right.’ “No, I’m serious. It’ll be fun. It’s like.. a cool, adventurous date night. When’s the last time we went out on an actual date together?”

“Jamal is going. I don’t think it’d be a date night if that travieso is going.”

“Okay, date night plus one. Baby, please come on. I want you to go. You don’t have to be scared. I’m sure it’s not haunted. Jamal said it was just rumors, and rumors are almost always just that - rumors. People see an abandoned creepy house and automatically assume that it’s haunted when it’s probably not.” You said, interlocking your fingers with his own. His fingers immediately tightened around your own, giving your hand a small squeeze. He took in another drag, those dark eyes you loved so much staring right into your own. The setting sun was hitting him just right, giving his eyes a honey colored look. Under the glow of the setting sun, he almost looked ethereal. Perfect.

“I ain’t scared.” He spoke, voice deep and gruff. You scoffed, giving him a tiny smirk.

“Really? Then prove it. Come with us tonight. You can protect me if I get scared. My big, scary Santo. My Spooky.” You walked forward, closing the already small space between the two of you, settling between his legs. Given he was sitting and you were standing, he was left looking up at you, you looking down at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers drawing random little shapes on his tan skin. You leaned your head down, your y/h/c/ hair falling from behind your shoulders. The tattooed man reached one hand up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear, but instead of removing his hand, he kept it there and instead used it to pull your head down further and further until there was nothing but a few mere centimeters between your lips.

You could feel his lips ghosting over your own, you could practically taste the cigarette he was smoking, the Red Bull he was drinking. It was entirely Oscar and you loved it. Closing your eyes, you finally closed the gap and connected your lips to his. Each kiss with Oscar felt as if it were the first one you shared. It never failed to take your breath away. As cliche as it was, it gave you butterflies. It sent tingles throughout your entire body. And you hoped that feeling would never fade away.

The hand that was cradling your cheek/head slid down your body until it came upon your ass, where Oscar grabbed a handful of supple skin and gave it a squeeze. You let out a small giggle against his lips and pulled away, eyes opening, lips slightly wet with saliva. You gave him the look, that small little smile on your eyes, eyes shining bright. Your man let out a deep sigh. He looked up at the sky, as if he were pondering and asking god why the hell he could never say no to you.

“Alright. Fine. I’ll go. But we ain’t staying long.” You gave him a grin, leaning down to kiss his lips once more.

“Yes! It’s gonna be fun, papas!”

And nighttime came sooner than Oscar would’ve liked. He didn’t outwardly admit it, but he was low-key nervous about going to this supposed haunted house. He was entirely and completely afraid, but he fully believed that there were ghosts, spirits, demons, things of that sort and he never wanted to dabble into that kind of shit for fear of being haunted or possessed. He was more afraid of the enemy that he couldn’t see than the enemy he could.

You and Oscar had climbed into his cherry red impala and went on your way to pick Jamal up at his house and no less than a second after you had arrived, the boy had come bounding out dressed in all black, carrying a backpack.

“I’m gonna regret this.” Oscar said as he caught sight of Jamal’s grinning face. You opened up the passenger side door and scooted over so that you were in the middle and Jamal could sit down. The young teen climbed into the car, shut the door and set his backpack down on the car floor.

“Spooky. Lady Spooky.” He greeted you both. You laughed softly at the name, meanwhile Oscar just stared straight ahead, putting the car into drive and pulling away from Jamal’s house.

“Hey Jamal.” You greeted, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the age difference, you genuinely loved and cared for all of Cesar’s friends. After all the shit that they had been through, you just wanted to try and alleviate some of the pressure and stress, you wanted them to feel like they weren’t alone. Maybe that’s also why you were so keen on accompanying Jamal on his ghost hunting journey.

After Oscar had asked for the directions of this supposed haunted house, with Jamal reiterating that lots of people had said it was haunted so it had to be true, he gave the direction and you three were on your way. You were actually buzzing with a nervous excitement. You had never done anything of the sort before, even if you’d always wanted to. But you were definitely nervous of what you’d find.

“What’s in the backpack?” You asked, nodding down at the black backpack that looked full to the brim with things. The over excited teenager gave a triumphant grin as he leaned down ever so slightly and scooped it up. He dropped it down onto your lap, the opening facing his direction, and you let out a little ‘oof’.

“I thought you’d never ask. Okay so, after finding out about this abandoned/ haunted house, I decided to create a ghost hunting pack. I ordered some stuff online. Let’s see..” He unzipped the backpack and began pulling things out one by one.

“I got this spirit box. This shit was not cheap either so it better work.” He pulled out this relatively large contraption that you probably didn’t know how to use.

“What’s that for?” Oscar piped in, taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds to glance over at what Jamal was holding.

“This is basically for whatever entity or spirit is present to communicate with us. We just turn this on, ask questions and wait for someone to talk back to us.” He set the spirit box down on his lap and then rummaged around the backpack again.

“A flashlight. I seriously doubt that janky place has functioning electricity. We’ll definitely need this. Also got us some walkie talkies incase we need to split up and cover some more ground.” You were genuinely amazed at how much stuff this kid could fit into a single backpack. And how seriously he seemed to be taking this entire thing.

“I also got this Digital thermometer to tell when the temperature has dropped. Apparently when there is an entity present, shit gets cold real fast. Let’s see… Oh! I also have holy water! And I brought the Bible. And a ouija board.”

“You fucking what?” You asked, lifting the backpack open to reveal that there was indeed a ouija board, a bible and holy water sitting inside.

“Oh hell nah. You ain’t using the ouija board up in there. You about to make us get a ghost.” Oscar said.

“And, don’t you think that if we used the ouija board while having these religious artifacts, we could potentially let something.. I don’t know, demonic in and make it angry?” You added.

“Okay first off, get a ghost? What the hell? How do you get a ghost? Do you purchase it? Is there a ghost store that I don’t know about?” He shot his words at Oscar, face twisted up in confusion. Oscar’s face had annoyance written all over it. You rested your hand on his hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Second of all, that is why I brought the holy water and the Bible, woman! You two are amateurs, seriously. If we were to potentially let something demonic in, we’d fend it off with holy water while reciting words from the Bible. Besides, Oscar has the cross necklace and the cross tattoo. No ghost or demon is fucking with him. Although, I did hear that demons usually tend to possess people who are angry, upset, vulnerable. Not that Oscar is vulnerable, but he looks like he’s about to pop a vein half the time. He’s ground zero for a demonic possession.”

The car went dead silent. You bit your lip to keep from laughing or snickering. Jamal went silent because he thought Oscar would boot him out of the moving car. And Oscar went silent because he was now genuinely pondering if he’d get possessed. He saw The Conjuring, he saw what that shit did.

“Jamal.. maybe you shouldn’t say that to someone when we’re about to go and investigate a potentially haunted house.” You said, glancing over at him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. The young teen, eyes wide, mouth in a nervous smile, nodded his head rapidly.

“Yeah, yeah. I mean just forget what I said, seriously. It’s probably factually incorrect. Besides, they’re just rumors, about the house being haunted and all. Although, the rumors and speculation have come from many people so I don’t think all those people would be making that shit up-“

“Jamal! Zip it!” You quickly said, not wanting Oscar to back out and end the ghost hunting trip before it even began.

“Yeah okay, shutting up.”

The drive to the house lasted about four to six minutes more. Soon, the impala came to a stop in front a decrepit, creepy two story house that had grass and weeds growing wild all over the place. The fence that was probably once white was now rusted. The house itself had paint that had chipped away overtime. Graffiti decorated the walls. Some gang tagging, some random names, random drawings, stuff of the sort. It was just as creepy as everyone had said. You couldn’t imagine what the inside was like.

“Okay, let’s do this, team.” Jamal opened the passenger side door, his backpack repacked with all of his supplies situated on his back. You turned and looked over at Oscar to find him with an apprehensive look on his face. You gave him a small smile.

“You’re seriously not afraid, are you? Everything will be fine. Come on.” You leaned in and pecked his lips before climbing out of the car. You shut the door behind you, the driver’s side door following suit. Oscar came up next to you and you immediately took his hand into your own and laced your fingers together. With Jamal leading the way, the two of you followed behind him past the rusted gates, up the dirt and overgrown grass covered path that led up the rickety front steps.

“Okay, how are we doing this? Are we splitting up? Sticking together?” You asked.

“We ain’t splittin’ up. We’re stickin’ together.” Oscar interjected before Jamal could say anything. Jamal suddenly whipped around, coming to a stop in front of you and Oscar. He shone the bright light into your faces and you and your boyfriend recoiled from the bright light. You held your hand up, pushing the flashlight away. The teen then held the flashlight underneath his chin, illuminating his face.

“I think we should split up. That way we could cover more ground.” He said, still illuminating his face. Oscar on the other hand, was not relenting, and you knew that even though he had said yes to you, it didn’t mean he’d agree to split up.

“This is non negotiable. We ain’t splittin’ up. You didn’t even bring enough flashlights for us, genius.” The older male pointed. Jamal switched the flashlight off and nodded his head.

“Okay good point. Fine, we’ll stick together.” He quickly pulled his backpack off and rummaged around, pulling out three items. “You, hold that.” He thrust the Bible into your hands. “And you, take this.” He handed Oscar the holy water. “Just in case. We need to be fully prepared and take precaution in case there already is some sort of demonic infestation.” He spoke, all the while pulling out the Digital thermometer and switching it on. Once he had it in hand, he situated the backpack on his back again, picked his flashlight up and switched it on.

“Let the ghost hunting commence.” Finally descending up the porch steps, Jamal came to a stop in front of the front door and you could see that the boy was actually starting to get nervous now. With his flashlight nestled between his arm and his side, he slowly twisted the doorknob with his hand and for a few seconds, you thought that it might’ve been locked, but the door opened. A few creaks were heard and it had the hairs on the back of your neck standing.

Jamal stepped into the house first. “Hello ghostly spirits that inhabit this home. We mean you no harm. We come in peace!” He belted out, announcing your presence.

“Oh fuck this. I ain’t goin’ in.” Oscar suddenly said, letting go of your hand, refusing to set foot inside the house. You and Jamal whirled around to face your skittish boyfriend.

“Are you serious? Are you really scared right now? Your name is Spooky! You run a gang but you’re scared of ghosts? Invisible beings?” Jamal asked, incredulously. Oscar clenched his jaw, eyebrows furrowing.

“Hey, this shit is scary! My tio from my mom’s side of the family got a ghost when he was two years old and he was never the same again. After that, he only walked backwards!”

“He was two! Maybe he just liked walking backwards!”

You shook your head at the bickering, a breathless chuckle leaving your lips - Oscar had told you countless time about his uncle that only walked backwards after he had been supposedly possessed, but each time you still found it amusing. Deciding not to waste time listening to the bickering of your boyfriend and actual teenager, you pushed past Jamal and into the house, taking the flashlight from him in the process.

 “What the- What the hell? I am the appointed leader of this ghost hunting trio, I hold the flashlight and the thermometer.” Jamal finally snapped back to reality at your actions and he snatched the item back from you.

“Well, leader, if you and Oscar would stop fighting, maybe we could actually get some shit done. If something is here, I’m sure you two just woke it up with your loud ass voices.” You commented, shooting Oscar a look. “Baby, you promised.” You held your hand out, the hand not holding the Bible, out to him and he reluctantly took it, stepping into the house that would fuel his nightmares for days to come no doubt.

“See? That wasn’t so bad was it, Spooky? You walked into the house and did anything jump out at you or possess you? No!” Jamal sassed, pointing the flashlight at your seething but definitely frightened boyfriend. With teeth clenched, he looked at Jamal.

“If I get possessed, the first one I’m coming after is you.” He said. Jamal gaped, mouth open like a fish.

“Okay, okay! Stop, children. Let’s do this. Come on.” You snapped you fingers, lightly smacking Jamal with the Bible in your grip.

“Okay, yes. Let’s not get distracted from the mission.” Jamal whipped around, flashlight scanning around the empty but dusty, dirty room which appeared to be a living room. The entire house gave you eerie vibes. Despite the bickering going on mere moments ago, the hair on the back of your neck stood up, you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin.

“The temperature is the same. Oh wait, it dropped. Oh my god it dropped like one degree. Okay, something is definitely with us. We need to whip out the spirit box”

“Jamal, I don’t think that really tells us that anything is here.” You said, looping your arm through Oscar’s, finding comfort in the warmth he provided.

“You’re right. Let’s keep looking. Let’s go in here.” All three of you walked into what you assumed to be the living room, scanning around. The moonlight was creeping in from the busted windows, not leaving you entirely submerged in the dark which you appreciated.

“I’m gonna whip out the spirit box and see if we can make some contact.” Jamal kneeled down, rummaging through the backpack until he pulled out the spirit box. He set the thermometer down in the meantime, firing up the spirit box instead. It emitted this loud noise, almost like white noise you hear on a television when nothing is playing. Except it was loud and it definitely gave you the chills and the creeps.

“Hello spirits that may be present. I’m Jamal. That’s Oscar and Y/N.” He introduced.

“Why in the fuck are you using our names? What if they find us or some shit? I aint trynna have a ghost that knows my name.”

“Ignore the angry man. He’s terrified right now.” Jamal said, shooting a pointed look at Oscar. You gave his arm a squeeze glancing up at him.

“Relax baby. Everything is gonna be okay. Even if there is something here, I highly doubt that it’s bad.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He said nothing, just leaned down and kissed your temple.

“Is there anything or anyone here right now?” He asked. All three of you remained quiet, waiting with baited breath, waiting to hear if something actually responded back. But nothing came. And you didn’t know if you were relieved or disappointed.

“Is there anyone in the room with us?” Again nothing. “Is there anyone in this house besides us?”

“Up.” The three of you stood taller, eyes wide and alert, hearts hammering in your chest. At least your heart was beating erratically at that point, shocked that something actually responded.

“Uh.. can you.. can you say that again please..” Jamal’s voice quivered as he spoke, and mere seconds after he said it, the distorted, monotone voice was heard again.

“Up.”

“Up? Up.. What do you mean up?”

“Doll.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. It said doll. What the freak..” Jamal exclaimed, eyes wide.

“It said up and it said doll. It probably wants us to go upstairs. Come on.” You let go of Oscar’s arm, despite his protests, and rushed over to where the stairs were, using the moonlight as a guide. You hid behind the wall and listened as rushed footsteps hurried closer to you, Jamal murmuring about how you all agreed to stick together.

“Bebe, don’t fuckin’ go off like that in a house like this-“ But neither of the guys finished what they were saying, ranting, about. As soon as they had both rounded the corner, you jumped out from your hiding position and screamed, scaring them both.

Jamal let out a shrill yell, jumping back, while Oscar let out a very loud and audible fuck while jumping back as well. Meanwhile, you were laughing, hands on your knees, lips pulled back into a wide grin.

“Got ya asses! Pendejos.” You exclaimed, still laughing. Jamal was calming down, and Oscar looked just that bit more freaked out, glaring at you.

“Christ on a cracker woman! What the shit was that? You just can’t be sneaking up on people like that! Shit!” He exclaimed.

“I’ma get you back, just watch.” Oscar spoke. But of course, you didn’t take his threat seriously, and it wasn’t like you were actually scared. You knew he’d never hurt you, and he had been scared by you enough times to be used to it. But it never failed to make you laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had to. I wish I had a damn camera to take a picture of that.” You said, calming down. “So, are we going upstairs or what?” You asked, looking at the guys, hands on your hips.

“We are going up the stairs. And you, missy, better watch yourself.” He pointed his index and middle fingers at you before pushing past you to walk up the dusty stairs. You stood by Oscar’s side, wrapping an arm around him.

“Don’t be mad at me, babe. I had to do it. It was priceless.” You said. “I’ll make it up to you later.” You said in a softer voice.

“You fuckin’ better, Chiquita.”

With Jamal up ahead of you, he opened up the first door he came upon, shining the flashlight in the dark and decrepit room.

“Uh, guys.. I think I found the doll..” He spoke, creeping a little further into the room. You and Oscar followed behind Jamal, eyes wide and searching the empty room. Strewn on the floor, illuminated by the flashlight was a raggedy ann doll. It was torn up and covered in dust and dirt. The fact that it was just laying there was creepy as hell.

“I’m not liking this shit. Not one bit.” Jamal murmured, still pointing the flashlight at the doll, almost as if he were waiting for it to jump up. You sighed, removing your arm from around Oscar to walk closer to the doll.

“Jamal, this thing isn’t Chucky. It’s not gonna come to life and jump out at you.” You knelt down and picked the dirty doll up. One of the eyes was missing and the face was just as dirty as the rest of it. A sense of dread filled you when you did that.

“Uh.. Y/N, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The original Annabelle doll, the one the movie is based off of, was a raggedy ann doll just like that one.” Fear had crept into Jamal’s voice.

“Hey, shh. Be quiet.” Oscar suddenly spoke up. The three of you went silent and listened. Coming from down below sounded like footsteps, like someone was walking around the house. They weren’t loud, but they were still audible. Goosebumps creeped up over your skin and you immediately let go of the doll, gravitating towards Oscar’s side. Sure, it was all fun and games until you actually started hearing shit.

“Someone’s here.” Your boyfriend said, on high alert now.

“Someone.. or something..” Jamal said. “Okay let’s go one last session with the spirit box and then get the hell out of here.” He said, firing up the box once more.

“How about we get the hell out of here now. I been on these streets a long time and I ain’t gonna die in this sucia ass house.” Oscar said, hands balled up, antsy and anxious to leave.

“You are not gonna die, Jesus Christ. Would you take a chill pill?” Jamal said. “Spirit, ghost, demon - whatever you are. We came upstairs and we found the doll. Are you here with us?”

“Jamal.” It said.

“Oh shit.” The boy in question said.

“Y/N.. Oscar.. Out.”

“Out.. it said out.”

None of you had the chance to say anything else because coming from what seemed like the next room over was a loud crash that sent the three of you jumping and reeling backwards.

“Okay, I know I scared you guys earlier but that wasn’t me. Holy shit, that was not me. What the fuck was that?” You asked, your voice taking on a more frightened tone, you hands clutching at Oscar’s arm.

“Fuck this.” Oscar reached into the waistband of his pants and pulled out a black gun he had tucked in there, for safety.

“You brought a gun?!” You and Jamal both said at the same time, both looking at your boyfriend incredulously. Oscar clutched the gun in his hand, looking over at the door as if he were expecting someone to burst in.

“I sure as fuck wasn’t comin’ out here naked.” He said, voice deep and husky.

“Well shit, what in the hell are bullets gonna do against a ghost? Nothing! Nada! There’s no use in that! You should’ve brought a water gun! Filled with holy water! I even supplied the holy water and you’re holding it!”

“Then maybe you should’ve brought the god damn water gun if you’re so-“ Oscar was cut off by the spirit box, which was still turned on, letting out a distorted ‘Get.. out..’ Which was promptly followed by a loud bang that sounded much closer. You and Jamal let out screams, and Oscar put the gun away and reached out to grab you, urgency in his movements. Meanwhile you reached out to Jamal, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with you.

“Okay, we’re leaving. Now!” Neither you or Jamal protested. Instead the three of you hightailed it the fuck down those stairs as if your asses were on fire, the three of you too freaked out to even consider staying any longer. When you reached the bottom level of the house, there was no sign of anyone being down there. It wasn’t like there was many places a person could hide given the minimal amount of furniture.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, another loud crash which sounded a lot like a door slamming shut, came from above, prompting you all to run even faster towards the front door. Oscar pulled it open, the door slamming and bouncing against the wall from the sheer force of your boyfriend’s actions. The three of you ran down the porch steps, down the path and to his car.

You pulled the door open and practically flew inside the car while Jamal and Oscar quickly followed suit and climbed in. There wasn’t a second’s hesitation as Oscar turned the key in the ignition and started the vehicle, making quick work and pulling away from the curb and driving away from the house.

His hands were clenching the steering wheel so tight you could see his skin s starting to turn white. Meanwhile your heart was thundering so loud in your chest you could hear it in your ears and you wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar and Jamal could hear it too. The boy beside you was panting, breathing heavily, eyes wide.

“Holy shit balls.” He finally broke the silence that had fallen the three of you as Oscar went well past over the speed limit to try and get away from that house. “There are ghosts in that house. It is haunted. There is something there. And we witnessed it. Holy shit, team. We did it!” He exclaimed, looking at you and Oscar.

“Yeah we did. We probably got a fucking ghost.” Oscar said, briefly looking at Jamal.

“Well.. my money’s on Y/N. She’s the one that picked up the doll after all.” This time it was your turn to glare at Jamal.

“Jamal! Callate!” You said. Oscar, from beside you, let out a deep laugh.

“Come on baby. Don’t be scared.” You knew he teasing you, you could just hear it in his voice. And when you looked back at him, he wore that damn smirk on his face. You scowled at your boyfriend, arms crossing over your chest. “Don’t be scared. You wanted to come and ghost hunt.” He said, driving to Jamal’s house to drop him off. “Keep that same energy.”

“Just like you said to Jamal - if I get possessed, the first one I’m coming after is you, mi amor.” You threw at him, a sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Okay in all seriousness - I heard that there was another supposedly haunted house a few miles from here. When do you guys wanna go and explore that one? Next week? Friday? Satur-“

“How about never. We ain’t doin’ that shit again. You can go by yourself next time, homie.”

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write-orflight · 4 years

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Trouble: Chapter 2

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: HotchxReader

Prologue Chapter 1

Rating: M

Words: 3K

Warnings: Basic witch stuff, angst, mentions of child birth, mentions of near death

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: After Haley’s passing, Aaron Hotchner has lost the light in his eyes. He seems to find it it the most unlikely of places, an occult themed coffee shop ran by a witch.

A.N: Tarot, wicca, and crystal information is very secondhand if you see any inaccuracies, no you don’t. If you are a witch tho and want to help and be nice to me enter my ask box please, I’m annoying my friend too much.

Chapter 2: God, don't let me lose my mind

The deeper into autumn you got the more busy the shop was.

Halloween was a big money grabber for your shop. People loved to come to the shop around that time because your shop offered such ‘spooky’ feel, as the hipster who came in that morning would say. You hated that. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays simply because the veil between the natural and supernatural was so thin it was the best time for spells and charms but what you didn’t like was people and baby witches asking you about certain spells or how to commune with spirits just so they can do something “extra spooky” for whatever parties they were having for the season. Consultations were such easy money though so you’d never turn them away but your answer was always the same, that Spirits are not toys and that if they are going to invite them it better be serious and for the right intentions otherwise they might not leave.

Despite it being your favorite season, It didn’t make you less annoyed.

“If I have to make another Pumpkin flavored whatever and tell a sorority girl not to invoke a demon in her house, I’m going to scream.” Silena says to you as you enter the shop, Artemis in tow. Your sitter had to take an exam so you had to watch her for the first 2 hours of your shift. Artie, knowing the drill by now, tries to crawl up to the bar stool. You watch her for a second, smiling her little legs before taking pity on her and hoisting her up. She immediately pulls a coloring book and crayons out her bag, before working diligently in silence. You kiss her temple before walking behind the counter, tying your apron on.

“You had another consultation today?” You asked.

“Pfft, it wasn’t even that. She asked me while ordering her coffee, though I should’ve charged her for that dumbass question.” You look at her pointed, nodding your head towards your child who repeats everything. Silly winces “Sorry, but still. If this is how halloween is going to be, you’re probably going to have to do some balancing spells.”

You rolled your eyes. “Exactly what I need, more work.”

“What’s a dumbass?” Artie pipes up from her perch on the stool.

“Something you are not and shouldn’t repeat unless you want your mom mad at me.” Silly says, reaching across the counter to ruffle her hair.

The doorbell of the shop rings and the very man who’s occupied your mind these past couple of months steps in. Aaron Hotchner was one of your favorite customers despite not talking very much, he’d make small talk while you made his order which you found yourself doing slower than it would normally take you, just to get a little bit more of his time, he’d leave a tip in the jar and be on his way always leaving you with a small smile that you always immediately returned with a wide one. You tried to stop yourself from getting attached but here you were, an adult woman who had a crush on a customer who probably didn’t think about you when he left the shop.

You’d never seen him on a weekend though and frankly you didn’t know if you could handle seeing him like this again, he wore dark blue jeans, a black belt and a black t-shirt that fit a little too well over his broad chest you couldn’t help but staring at his arms that you’d never seen on display like this. You knew for a fact(well you hoped at least) he’d have no issue picking you up or pinning you down.

Now’s not the time, y/n… you think.

“Hey, you.” You greet, flirtatiously. You’ve been trying not to flirt with him, you really were but sometimes you couldn’t help it. It was your personality. “Didn’t think I’d see you in here. On a weekend, no less.”

“Yea, decided to stop for coffee before heading to my sister in law’s. Can I have my usual and an Americano for her?” He asks

“You got it.” You wink before starting to work. Silly gives you a knowing look which you brush off. Hotch takes a seat at the bar a few seats away from your daughter who looks up at him.

“Hi!” She says excitedly. “I’m Artie.”

“Hi Artie, I’m Aaron.” He looks around. “Are your parents around?” You look up. You’d forgotten to mention you had a kid to Hotch, which would probably explain his confusion of a random child sitting alone.

“My mama’s right there, silly.” She laughs. “Mama?” She says you look up automatically from the milk you’re frothing.

“Yes, bean?” You say.

“Can I have a brownie?”

“Well, I don’t know. Did you finish the addition tables I asked you to do?” She shakes her head at you. “Well, how about you do that then we’ll see if it’s brownie time, deal?” She nods, fast while pulling her math homework out of her bag. Hotch watches the interaction confused but with a slight smile.

“I didn’t know you had a kid.” He says

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Gus.” You say, calling him by the nickname you affectionately gave him your first meeting. “But yes I do, that’s Artemis.”

He nods, knowingly. “How old?”

“Well, I don’t know. How old are you, bean?” You say.

“I’m six!” She says, holding up 5 fingers, you grab her other hand to extend her other index finger too so the number was actually 6.

“Really? You’re not 16 yet?” Silly asks, ruffling her hair. “I thought you were driving us home tonight?”

Artie shakes her head. “Mama says I can’t drive yet.”

“Between you and me kid, your mama shouldn’t be on the road either.” You swat at her.

Aaron gives a small chuckle at the display in front of him. But he has to ask the burning question in his head. “Her dad—“

“Not in the picture.” You cut off. “Like not even in the same gallery.”

Hotch nods understandably as you put his drinks in the carrier for him. He looks at you confused when you add a 3rd cup.

“Hot chocolate.” You say. “For your son. I imagine that’s where you’re going. To pick him up from your sister?”

“How did you know I had a son?” He asks.

“Oh, I just used one of my witchy spells to find out information on you.” You say jokingly, but he looks at you with mild horror. “I’m kidding, Spencer told me.”

He nods. “Thank you, y/n.”

“No problem, come back to see me?”

“Always.” He says, offering you a small secret smile before leaving. You can’t help the dreamy look you give his retreating back.

“Are you coming back to earth anytime soon?” Sil says, shaking her head. “You got it bad, kid.”

“Pfft, no I don’t.” You say turning to clean up the mess you just made.

“I don’t understand why you just won’t ask him out.”

“He’s healing, Sil.” You say, shrugging. “And I don’t want to push him into something he’s obviously not ready for.”

Not to mention you also didn’t think you were ready for it.

———————————————

On Halloween day, you get a visit from one of your favorite customers

“Pennywise!” You say to chipper blonde women who strolled in she was wearing a orange and black dress with little jack-O-lantern earrings that you had gotten her the beginning of month. You move your hair back to show her the Ouija board pointer earrings she had gotten you in return. Penelope Garcia couldn’t just accept a gift without giving one in return.

“Hey Y/N, how are you this ole hallow’s eve?”

“It’s Halloween and a full moon tonight.” You say excitedly. “It’s like witch Christmas.”

“I don’t know about that but I am happy for you. Can I have a pumpkin spice latte and since I’m such a good friend an Americano with extra sugar for the good doctor?” She asks.

“You got it, Pen.” You say before starting her order. “Heading into work now?”

“Sure am! Hopefully there’s not a gruesome murder so I’ll be able to spend my Halloween having fun.” Penelope says. “You got any plans?”

“Other than taking Artie Trick or Treating and charging some crystals in the full moon, no.”

“Come on, no wild parties? no hexing beautiful men into falling in love with you?” Penny asks. You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Man, maybe the life of a witch was more exciting in my head.”

“Yea, you did.” You laugh. “I’m basically just a cool rock collector plus love spells, so not my thing.”

“So there’s such a thing?”

“Yea there’s love spells. I don’t believe in using them. I think love itself is it’s own powerful being. It shouldn’t be manipulated with, if someone was meant to love me they would.”

“Speaking of love and love spells…” Silena pipes up from the display case she was loading pastries she just made into. “Penelope, how’s your boss?” You glare over at her.

“Hotch?” Penny asks looking between the two of you before smirking at you. “Why do you want to know?”

“I don’t.” You say at the same time as Silena says. “She has a Texas sized crush on him.”

Garcia practically squeals at that. “Let me set you up please.”

“No, Penny.” You say, immediately

“Why not?” Her and Silly say at the same time.

“Because… I don’t know didn’t his wife just die months ago, it’s hardly appropriate for me to try swoop in.”

“Ex-wife. They were already long divorced before she died.” Penelope adds

“Still! It’s not appropriate.” You say.

“So what? You’re just going to keep making him free coffee until he realizes you're into him?”

“Yup” you say adding the 3rd cup to Garcia’s carrier. “Give that to Grumpy for me please.” Garcia opens her mouth to say something but you just hold up your hand cutting her off

“Fine.” She says, grabbing the carrier. “Only because I have to go to work though, this conversation isn’t over.”

“Yes it is.” You call after her.

——————————————

You were back in the shop. Artie was tuckered out after a long night of trick or treating and crashing from her sugar high so you decided to charge some of your crystals and do some balancing spells, knowing for a fact a lot of teenagers did stupid shit to upset the balance.

As you were lighting the candles and incense, you heard a knock at the door. You were long closed so who could possibly need something right now? You look out the window and Aaron is standing there. You’re confused but you let him in anyway.

“Hey Grumpy, what’re you doing here?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were closed, I guess I’ve never been here at night. I’ll go. I'm sorry for bothering you.” He says turns to go but you grab his arm to stop him.

“Gus… it’s almost midnight, no business is open. You’re here because there’s obviously something upsetting you so I’m not just going to let you leave.” You all but push him into barstool. “Now like I said it’s almost midnight so there is something important I need to do so if you’ll sit tight for like 2 minutes, I’ll make us coffee.”

Hotch obliges, sitting silently watching you as you lit some candles on the altar you kept in the shop. You placed the honey cake you had made earlier in the day on the altar before whispering.

“Thank you to the patron, Artemis, Great goddess of Moon and Magic. Mistress of deer and owl. Be thou my guide and Inspiration. Teach me Thy mysteries and lead me in thy ways.” You stand and turn back to Hotch who is watching you intensely. “Sorry about that, midnight is her favorite time. Coffee?” You ask, He nods as you move behind the counter.

“Can I ask what it is you just did?” Hotch ask.

“That?” He nods. “It’s a full moon so since Artemis is my patron goddess, it’s best to leave a sacrifice to stay in her favor.” You shrug. He looks at you like you're crazy but you're used to that look. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s no different then some catholic practices. In fact, Christians often stole from pagan practices, and only one is just considered ‘taboo’ now.”

“Is that why you named your child Artemis, because she’s your Patron?” He asks.

“Actually, Artemis is my Patron because of Artie.” You say, he looks at you as if asking you to continue. “I wasn’t always like this.” You say gesturing to yourself and the shop. “My parents are pastors and for a long time I was this faith devout christian girl. But I got pregnant out of wedlock, my parents disowned me and I was looking for something to turn to. I met Silena and she introduced me to Wicca, and said whoever my Patron was through meditation and study, They’ll reveal themselves to me. So I went months, meditating daily, and still nothing was working. Then I went into labor, and everything was going wrong. I thought, this was my punishment from god for not only getting pregnant without marriage but turning to witchcraft. I had to have an emergency C-section. And when I was on the operating table, I almost died, Artie almost died. I started to see these images of deer and boar running through the forest. And finally when I came back to, and I could hear my baby crying, the first thing I saw when my eyes opened was the full moon out the window.” You sigh, sliding a cup to Hotch before moving from behind the counter to take a seat next to him. “That’s when I realized the goddess had saved me and my child. And while Artemis prefers virgin patronage, and that ship had long sailed past back then. I figured naming my child after her was the next best thing.”

“That’s a beautiful story, Y/N.” He says, looking at you sincerely.

“Thank you, and since you’re not running for the hills, why don’t you tell me why you really knocked at my door at midnight.”

“It’s just…” He starts, clearing his throat. “Tonight was the first ‘major’ holiday without Haley. And I tried to take Jack’s mind off it, make it fun but it was like this looming weight above us. That it wasn’t the same without her and that it never would be. And I was upset and just wanted to take a walk but I guess my feet carried me here.” He shrugged.

“Well I’m glad you’re here grumpy. And you’re healing you need to give yourself time--”

“I don’t have time!” He snaps. You flinch back a bit, having never heard his raised voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-I don’t have time to heal. I have to be there for Jack.”

“Who’s there for you, Aaron?” You ask. He looks at you confused. You hardly ever call him by his name. It's either grumpy or gus or a combination of the two. Never by his actual name, he hated how much he liked how it sounded coming from your lips. “Do you know what a rock tumbler is?” you ask, he shakes his head confused where you’re going with this. You run behind the counter to retrieve the box you had dug through the very first night you met.

“Well a rock tumbler is a device you put rocks into. Rocks that have eroded, rocks that have trekked the earth, rocks that have been to hell and back. And what you do is you put them in this device with a little bit of water and you wait. Days, weeks, months all the while this device is just spinning, you don’t see what’s happening on the inside but after a while, when the time is right, you get these beautiful lustrous stones.” You say, showing him the box. “Healing is the same way, others don’t see you working. But in the end, they’ll see the result. And you’ll feel the result too. But if you don’t take that step you don’t end up with gems like these. You just end up with an eroded dingy rock.” You look up at Hotch and he’s tearing up slightly. Your heart melts. “Do you want a hug?” you say.

“You don’t have to--”

You cut him off. “No one on earth gives hugs because they have to. I want to give you a hug if you want one. So do you want a hug?”

He nods, fastly. So you stand, he follows suit and allows you to pull him down into a full embrace. Your arms around his neck and shoulders, he envelopes you fully into his torso, arms tight around your waist. You sigh, content. Before shaking yourself out of it. This wasn’t about you. No matter how right it felt.

After a minute or so you break apart. You look him in the eyes and he’s staring back at you in what feels like admiration. You clear your throat. “Can I give you something?” you ask.

“Is it another crystal?” He asked back.

“Yes, it is.” You rummage through the box before pulling out the one you needed. “This is Aragonite, it’s good for healing old wounds and building emotional strength. Now I can gift you this but you have to activate it yourself. Even if you don’t believe it, I feel like it’s good words to hear yourself say anyway.” You grab his left hand, sliding the crystal into it. He looks into your eyes. “Now say, I release past wounds and embrace resilience.”

Hotch sighs. “I release past wounds and embrace resilience.” He then slides the stone in his pocket. Before grabbing your hand again. “Thank you, Y/N”

“Anytime, Grumpy.” You say.

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