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Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

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An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

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The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for her to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

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Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

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The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in her eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor. Two?" Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

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"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

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"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

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"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

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Some of these groups have disbanded, but since my bias list was written in pen, I’m keeping them 😁😁😁

Listed in the order of when I discovered the group

Seventeen ❤ Wonwoo

Vixx ❤ Leo

GOT7 ❤ JB

BTS ❤ Jin

Monsta X ❤ Shownu

Day6 ❤ Brian

SF9 ❤ Zuho

Astro ❤ JinJin

Pentagon ❤ Jinho

Super Junior ❤ Heechul

Big Bang ❤ GD

Highlight ❤ Doojoon

BTOB ❤ Hyunsik

Victon ❤ Seungwoo

Infinite ❤ Sunggyu

KNK ❤ Seoham

BAP ❤ Daehyun

NCT ❤ Jaehyun

Boyfriend ❤ Donghyun

HotShot ❤ Junhyuk

The Boyz ❤ Jacob

ACE ❤ Jun

BLK ❤ Taebin

VAV ❤ Ayno

JBJ ❤ Hyunbin

ONF ❤ Wyatt

ONEUS ❤ Leedo

ONEWE ❤ Yonghoon

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What We Could’ve Had. (☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

warnings: rewriting endings.

synopsis: what happens if riley hadn’t died? what life would she and ellie have lived?

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↳ Dina x Ellie

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Scream 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Samantha Carpenter

Never Trust The Love Interest. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

↳ Tara Carpenter

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↳ Billy Loomis

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↳ Stu Macher

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Gen V 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Jordan Li.

Bad For Me (☦︎︎ - ✞ - ☹︎??? - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: enemies to lovers, car sex, slight humor, possessive dom!jordan, got your tea bitch sub!y/n.

synopsis: jordan hates your guts or wants to rearrange them. they haven’t decided yet. (yes they have).

↳ Marie Moreau

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 The Originals 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Elijah Mikaelson

I choose me. (♫ - ✞ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: breeding kink, soft dom!elijah, hybrid!y/n, desperation, need, man falls first, woman falls harder, soft smut, gentle dirty talk. grab tissues for your eyes and tomatoes for niklaus, it’s time for elijah’s ending.

synopsis: but what about elijah’s happiness?

↳ Freya Mikaelson.

Found Peace. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ✞) x Black Fem!Y/n

coming soon!!

↳ Hayley Marshall

coming soon!!

↳ Rebekah Mikaelson.

A Family Of Her Own. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Niklaus Mikaelson.

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↳ Marcel Gerard.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Wednesday 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Wednesday Addams.

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↳ Morticia Addams.

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↳ Enid Sinclair.

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↳ Larissa Weems.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Challengers 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Tashi Duncan.

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↳ Art Donaldson.

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↳ Patrick Zweig.

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𓆰♡︎𓆪 Ships 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x Patrick Zweig x Black Fem!Y/n

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↳ Art Donaldson x Patrick Zweig x Black Fem!Y/n

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Genre; Fluff.

Warnings; None.

Synopsis; #17 “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

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You and Hotchner were long time friends way before you had got married, you were something of a David and Strauss situation but without the previous romantic relationship. You’d just reconnected and suddenly you were falling head over heels for each other. You dated for two years before you were married. Jack adored you, and you adored him right back. That’s how you got here.

You and Aaron were sat on the couch on a rare day off, watching Jack play in the backyard when Aaron peeped how bright your smile was. He knew you loved Jack as if he was your very own but he still wondered…Would you have your own?

I mean, Jack was an outgoing child. He loved meeting new people and you both knew he’d be a terrific big brother but you hadn’t quite had that conversation. The “baby” conversation. Aaron saw that bright glowing smile on your face and thought now was as time as any to bring it up.

“You’re smiling pretty big today”.

“I just adore him, he’s such a bright boy” You giggled, leaning on your husband and watching the boy you so fondly called your step-son.

“He is, isn’t he? I wonder…”

“Hm”?

“What if it’s time to give him a new sibling”?

Your ears perked up at this, and you sat up to look at him better. Truthfully, you had thought about having kids with Hotch but you were scared that since Haley’s death that wouldn’t be something him nor Jack would want, “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

“Yeah”? Aaron was beaming with happiness, it was rare for everyone else to see him smile but he showed you and Jack that smile everyday and right now it couldn’t get any bigger, “Should we ask Jack”?

“Ask me what”? Jack was running in for a snack when he heard his name. You took a deep breath and patted a spot beside you, when he came to sit down you and Aaron both hugged him before pulling away.

“You guys are acting weird”.

You and Aaron chuckled before you finally asked the question, “How would you feel about a baby brother or sister”?

Jack thinks for a minute, “Can I teach them baseball when they get older”?

You and Hotch looked at each other in confusion before you slowly nodded, “Of course? If they want to learn, yes”.

“Then…I guess I’m cool with it. Can I go get a snack now”?

“Go go go” You snorted at the playful child’s behavior and watched him run off before turning back to your husband, “I guess I was worried for nothing”, You shrugged and laid back in his arms, grabbing the remote.

“Yeah…” He responded mindlessly before finally registering what you said, “Wait…You were scared”?

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Genre; Slight Angst/Fluff.

Warnings; PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Getting back into the swing of things isn’t easy.

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↳ ❝Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.❞⁣ -Lewis B. Smedes

As the nights grow colder, and life goes on and on - You and Derek begin a new rhythm in your relationship - It wasn’t easy work to get up to the point where he’d share a bed with you, started off gradually climbing the ladders of boundaries as Morgan settled in with the fact that you were back for good.

You weren’t used to the fact that you could just wrap yourself within Derek’s arms now, struggling to remember what it was like feeling them around you before you had to go into protection - A lot of your memories were tainted or foggy - You were still coming out of that state of shock, and tonight was the first night you’d be spending with Derek Morgan since your return.

“I haven’t been here in so long..” You looked around, and smiled fondly. It still looked the same, what you’d dubbed the Derek Morgan Bachelor pad.

“It’s still the same. Your spot on the couch hasn’t been touched since, y’know? Clooney would lay on the floor by it but he wouldn’t go near it with his body”.

You snorted bitterly, scanning the room nostalgically trying to compare the differences in when you first started going there - When it was your home too - Studying your face, Derek moves up behind on you holding something in his hand, “Derek? What’re you”?

“Babygirl…”?

You looked at the plastic pink wand of a flower with a smile of recognition, “Dahlia’s… You remembered”.

“Press the button” He advised, pulling you flush against his chest.

When you did, it lit up an array of colors just as you knew it would. Just as Morgan knew it would after you’d told him you’d loved those light up flowers from the carnival all those years ago. You teared up turning around to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I love you, Derek Morgan”.

It knocked the breath from his lungs, he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear you say that again but when he did…It was like music to his ears, and he wanted to respond but in the moment he was stuck, luckily for him you had other things in mind - your lips meet his - What was it the cliché movies said? It was like stars.

Eventually he did gain his voice, and when he did you could’ve sworn he’d shouted it with how much enthusiasm was behind his voice, “I love you too, Y/n Y/ln”.

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That night you and Morgan had fell into bed, a night of passion ensued and now you were wrapped in his strong protective arms falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

There were reasons you hesitated on spending the night with Morgan, your PTSD at the head of the list. The attacks could be vicious sometimes, leaving you kicking and screaming reliving the night Patrick Levy accosted you at your home. Above that, you weren’t sure if this was smart to do - Getting involved with Morgan. Could you really risk hurting him again?

You were dreaming, you had to be. You couldn’t move and you could see Patrick in front of you, except he was dead, he had been dead for 3 months now, that couldn’t be right. Right?

Good. You regained your movement, and began to struggle against Patrick’s hold. You were kicking, fighting, and sobbing. You felt the adrenaline from that night kicking in, and knew how it was progress. You were ready to make your escape when you felt yourself being pinned and a soothing voice shushing you and telling you it was alright - When you finally came back down, escaping the flashbacks, you saw Derek on top of you, holding your arms to stop you from flailing, with his forehead against yours, “I got you, mama. I got you”.

He whispering into your ear, soothing like a lullaby, and you could feel your drifting away, when he realizes he moves behind you and pulls you tight against his chest, “I love you, Darlin” Derek whispers, falling asleep right along with you.

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Choices. You regretted a lot of choices you made, and this was one of them. You craved Derek Morgan, and staying away from him was a long bitter road you were starting to hate going down. After you’d had a PTSD attack on the night of the first weekend you were supposed to be spending with Derek Morgan…You’d kinda been avoiding him.

Truthfully, you didn’t want Derek seeing you like this, so raw and vulnerable, at your lowest point in life you figured - You saw it as this; A ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Derek had a promising future, you didn’t want to be his time bomb, but he wasn’t prepared to give up without a fight.

“Wheels up in 30”. Pentriss says, the new unit chief of the BAU, everyone respected and regarded her with a high standard, her return bringing back memories of the old BAU, you were reminiscing when you hear someone clear their throat.

You freeze up, slowly turning around to face him, “We need to talk”. he says seriously, and you can feel a flustered heat run through you, nodding.

“Yeah, we do, but not now Derek…After the case, okay? Please. Just after the case”. You sounded frantic, frazzled, and all around exasperated and flustered. Derek sighed.

“After the case”.

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The most painfully nerve-wracking, excruciating 72 hours ever. You and Derek couldn’t seem to stop running into each other (literally), and Prentiss loved to pair you both up for interviews and stuff so you were always together, and it made you anxious knowing that soon you’d have to be an adult and face him, and have a pretty serious conversation.

When it was finally time, you grabbed your bag and looked up at him, “So? Let’s get going”.

He looked you up and down, and nodded, “Yeah, let’s go”.

Getting into the car, you buckle up, and the air is thick with tension, you loved Derek…You just wanted to protect him.

“What were you thinking? Hm”?

His voice deep, smooth, and a little intimidating. You fiddled around with your fingers a bit before answering, “I was thinking, I can’t do this to him. I can’t burden him, and drag him into my mess. He doesn’t deserve it”.

Morgan looked over at you in shock, almost wanting to pull over but keeping his composure to get you both back to his house.

You regretted a lot of things from the past few weeks, a bitter consequence of fear of oneself. Walking into Derek’s crib, you realized all at once that you missed him - It hit you like a train, and it was hard for you not to cry right then.

“What was it you said? You didn’t wanna burden me? Drag me into it”?

Damn, so he was diving right into it then. You didn’t get a moment to breathe? A second to take it all in?

“Yes. I don’t deserve to just walk back into your life like this. After what I’ve put you through… What I’m going through right now? It shouldn’t be your problem”.

Derek nodded, listening to you talk before he let out a scoff, “When you first walked into the bau I knew you were different, that you weren’t okay. I could’ve stayed away, but have you ever considered the possibility that I didn’t want to? I thought you died, Y/n. Now that you’re back I had two choices, go after the woman I love or give her up. I wasn’t about to give you up again. Let me be there for you…”.

He walked over to you, forehead against yours. You could feel your shoulders dropping as you finally gave in to the vulnerability you swore you weren’t allowed to show; Morgan’s arms wrap you up tightly as you sob, and you finally remember what safety and security feels like.

“We’re a team, we’re always gonna be a team. Aight”? He holds out his hand, and you snort through your tears, doing your secret handshake with him.

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“I love you, mama” He whispers into your ear after you’re finally in bed, resting against his chest.

“I love you too, Derek Morgan. But I swear to God if you don’t let me sleep, I’m gonna snap you in half”.

“It’s cute you think you can snap me in half, babygirl…”

↳ ❝The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.❞⁣ -Nicholas Sparks

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