Au: You are part of the friend group, Bear calls you and explains what happened with him and Nikki, you help. Nikki's free but Bear? Not so much.

Now playing: "Sue me" by Audrey Hobert

CW: 2nd POV, GN!toxic!reader (you read the plot and i wrote this with a fem-presenting reader in mind bc i am). Bear being bear, this takes place after the party and before sarah dies, i dont like sarah but i dont like her dead either, ian being ian, possibly OOC and i apologize for that, manipulation, mentions of blood, self-harm, and drugs, possession, wish!nikki, I tried to make bear not as evil but its a man.

Pairing: GN!reader x Bear Bailey, Platonic!nikki x GN!reader, and references to Nikki x Ian.

Author's note: if you guys want more, put it in my asks or dm me! I haven't written fanfiction in like years so excuse my rusty ahh writing. I know the movie was based in 2024 but i like having brainrot humor, okay.. Btw this will be short bc i'm lazy and also i'm still getting used to writing.

Taglist: @tht0nesimp, (dm to be added!)

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You are part of the friend group, despite being friends with the four of them, you and nikki were the closest. The duo in a group of five, if you so please to call it.

That's the reason you knew something was up with Nikki and Bear. Nikki has always told you she only saw Bear as a friend when you two would hang out, but here you are. Watching- no - observing the both of them at work. She and Bear came to work together after trivia night and boom. Suddenly she's like all over him after being in a on-and-off fwb with ian. You had a feeling in your gut saying "hey pal.. this is weird as that one uncle's weird political views". But of course, you don't say anything. Why would you? They seem happy.

"it feels weird not seeing Nikki at work.. Kinda miss her." You said to Sarah. Nikki's two weeks ended so she doesn't come around to the shop anymore, which of course you felt sad about. Then Ian comes up to you two.

"I'm having a party at my house tonight, you guys joining?" He asked to the both of you.

You and Sarah agreed to go, why not. And things led up to Bear being invited, with the condition of Nikki isnmt allowed to tag along because of how weird she's being. Ian shrugged off Nikki's weirdness chalking it up to her taking Molly again but you knew she was sober for a while now, that made the alarm bells go off in your gut again.

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The party is going without a hitch, people playing games, drinking, etc. Just like a normal adult party. That was until the couple finally came around, your dear friends Nikki and Bear. You saw Ian lowkey mad(?) and scolding Bear for bringing Nikki to the party after he said he wouldn't. Then you saw the downwards slope of the party atmosphere, Jenga moving Bear and Nikki to be seperated, him almost kissing Sarah, Nikki freaking out and bashing her head into a broken glass bottle like a woman possesed with some freaky ass ghost. The guys were yelling at Bear to help her but you got to her first and lifted her up, you barked orders at Bear and finally got to the ER. You and Bear both were trying to get help for Nikki as she just danced around, but the hospital wouldn't take her. You put her to sleep in the back of the car and sat on the hood with Bear.

"What the hell was that?!" You demanded for an answer.

"I-.. Promise you wont tell anyone else what I'm about to tell you?" He asked back with a guilty expression.

"Fine! Just tell me why is Nikki, my best friend, acting like a lunatic!" You kept your voice loud to not wake her but sharp enough to scare Bear.

"I may have used a one wish willow to wish she loved me more than anyone else..." He admitted to you which caused the chain reaction of you slapping his face.

"You did fucking WHAT!? You wished for that which led to her being possesed like that-?! this- She's losing her autonomy!" You said to him angrily, he didn't argue because he knew that you were right. "I'm reversing this wish. I'm not letting you do this to her anymore." You added on.

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Bear drove you home and brought Nikki back to his house, his grandma's technically.

You paced around your house, you remember you had one of those one wish willow things as a gift from someone else you knew. You never opened it since you didn't know it worked until today, it was in your dresser. You sat on your bed and took it out of the dresser, you opened the box and took a deep breath before making your wish.

"I wish to help Nikki Freeman become free from Bear Bailey's wish." then *snap!*

　having long nails is great.

they look cute, you can match them with your outfit and your makeup, you get some compliments, they're amazing at scratching and all that.

“wanna know what's frustrating though?” you start, mindlessly scrolling on your phone while abby looks at your new set of nails, her own unmanicured hand holding yours. “not to be, you know, nasty but I feel like I'm gonna slash my pussy open if I try to stick a finger in there the wrong way.”

only a low hum of agreement can be heard from the blonde as she leans back against the couch of your shared apartment, tracing the design that's beautifully decorating the nail on your middle finger. yeah, that looks like it would hurt real bad.

“then get a toy. there is more stuff you can use.”

“of course I know that, but I don't have time either. at this point I feel like a nun!” a ( kinda whiny ) sigh escaping your lips at the mere thought of all the weeks spent unsatisfied. coming home late and tired didn't give you much time to even grab a toy like abby suggested.

but luckily, you have a very thoughtful roommate!

this woman would do anything—and I mean anything—to see you happy because that's what friends are for. helping and supporting each other during tough times and, let me tell you, being sexually frustrated definitely counts as one.

“abby? what the fu—mhggm” her hand quickly went over your mouth to stop your protests to get louder and more panicked while the other worked to keep your legs and arms from pushing her face away. why are you acting so surprised to see her in between your legs when she's just trying to help? it's not like you would be able to push her away but jeez, didn't expect such an ungrateful response.

yes, she woke you up by making out with your pussy but you were basically asking for it earlier.

“gonna make you feel good.” she promised before she kept lapping at your cunt like a starved woman. slurping you up like you're her favorite dish. feeling the vibration of your desperate, muffled sounds against her palm made her speak again. “shh, I won't hurt you.”

taking off your underwear while you sleep, holding you down, forcing your mouth shut and your legs open doesn't hurt! not if you stay still, at least.

her plan was simple.

if she made you feel good by eating you out, using her own fingers to reach places you currently couldn't ( and probably have never been able to ) reach while you slept then you would surely wake up in a good mood and thank her with that precious smile of yours and maybe even a kiss.

but noooo, you decided to wake up in the middle of it and panic. ugh, just when your body was responding so well to her touch. she had seen the way your cunt was glistening when she started to slowly kiss it. the moonlight slipping through your curtains making the sight even prettier, and she'll be lying if she said the thought of taking a picture didn't cross her mind.

but a little crying from you won't stop her, even if she feels the hot tears against her skin.

she's still holding your legs open so she can continue to suck and lick at your clit, tongue tracing each fold and sensitive bit. your hips bucking into her face—but she's not sure if you're liking it and want more or you're trying to push her away.

“don't scream, okay baby?” she whispered against the soft skin on your inner thigh, peppering small kisses, while looking up at your watery eyes, “I'll be so gentle. trust me.”

actually, what other choice do you have? this woman can literally bench press 205 lbs. you get on her bad side and a single smack takes you back to your mother's womb. she has a mean right hook too, those punching bags stand no chance.

but again, it's abby who we're talking about.

the blondie that cuddles you to sleep anytime your bed feels too cold, who makes stupid jokes to cheer you up even if she cringes so fucking hard immediately after, who lets you try to count every freckle on her skin without even asking why, who can listen to you talk for hours and pay attention to every word, the one that drunkenly tells you how glad she is that you're her roommate and friend while kissing your shoulder even if deep down she wishes for more than that and stares at you as if you are the most important thing in the world—because to her you truly are.

so maybe she really just wants to make you feel good...

the second the fear and confusion in your eyes turns into something more calm, seeing the slow nod of your head, the small hiccup and your legs no longer struggling, she pulls her hand away from your mouth to trace the other set of lips, gathering the mixture of her saliva and your fluids on her fingertips before gently pushing one inside. “there we go…nice and slow.”

she might've been wrong for not asking first but how was she supposed to resist the feeling of your warm, tight walls squeezing her fingers just right as she curls them inside. soaking her knuckles in a shiny coat of stickiness that makes her want to dive in face first again and taste it until it becomes the only flavor she'll ever remember.

once she's sure that you're wet and comfortable enough, another thick digit slides in, the stretch earning a moan from you that has abby feeling like angels are singing and welcoming her to heaven. god, she has waited for so long to hear those sounds out of your lips—sounds caused by her, not your vibrator nor whoever you used to invite over thinking you two were quiet. ( she could hear you every.single.time… and honestly? it was so good to get a free show. )

even if her pace was somewhat slow, the thrusts of her fingers still managed to produce soft, wet noises that filled the room as they combined with your heavy breathing.

“told you I'd be gentle.” she cooed against your abdomen, trailing her kisses up your torso until she finally reached your lips. the same lips she has been dreaming of kissing since she moved in, since she first saw you smile, since you finally laughed at something she said, since the first time she saw them in a pretty shade of lipgloss. it's better than she ever imagined and she knows she'll ask ( beg ) for more from now on.

she's head over heels if you couldn't tell already.

“a warning would've been nice.” your quiet words bring a sheepish smile to abby’s face as she sighs, pulling her face away just a little to speak, “sorry, you looked so stressed lately, I figured you wouldn't mind…”

abby aims to please even if she doesn't realize how bad her impulsive thoughts are before she acts on them. but look at the bright side; from now on you have a girl who's willing to drop to her knees and bury her face between your thighs at your own home almost 24/7!

after a bit, she starts to notice that the clenching and throbbing around her fingers gets more frequent and your moans louder, meaning she can finally speed up the pace. burying herself deep into your cunt to reach all the perfect spots she knows you've been missing. “fuck, you're so pretty. I wish you could see yourself…dripping all over the bed.”

she’s breathless as if she was the one getting touched, her own underwear damp just from seeing and pleasing you. can you blame her? she feels like a child on christmas morning.

“that's it, doing so good.”

oh, how she adores the way your hips tremble underneath her. making a mess on your bed sheets as you throw your head back—which she takes as an invitation and buries her face there. inhaling your scent like it's the only thing keeping her alive, like you're the oxygen she needs.

“gonna come? I can barely move my fingers with how tight you are.” liar. no matter how much you squeeze she's pumping them in and out without a single bit of effort. working out daily really pays off in the most satisfying ways. plus, you're too wet and it slides in and out very easily.

and god, her words make the flutter in your lower belly even worse. your hand gripping at her forearm, nails digging so hard she takes it as “it's too much.” when in reality she had fucked you so dumb with her fingers that reaching for abby was purely out of instinct.

she can't even understand the words ( babbles ) coming out of your mouth, the whiny tone is all she's able to register on her pussy-drunk mind. yes, she's as fucked out as you are.

the loud cry that escaped your puffy lips while repeating her name over and over definitely woke up a neighbor or two and just the thought of it makes abby's ego go up to the roof. who's making the prettiest girl in the building come? abigail motherfucking anderson.

her fingers continue their movements, a bit sloppier than before, but they keep going nonetheless. thumb circling your sensitive clit to add more stimulation.

she shushed your whimpers with soft kisses on your your temple and held you still to keep the overstimulated jerking off hips from pushing her away.

“you can take a little more, you're a big girl.”

and she's an insatiable woman.

masterlist

Kayea was silent that evening. Uncharacteristically silent. So silent, in fact, that a certain bard could not help but take notice. Not that it took a lot for him to go poking his nose into other people's affairs.

Venti took the time to thoroughly stare at the cavalry captain, who had been perched in one of the back tables in Angel's Share for the last half an hour or so without any company in sight. His eyebrows were pinched, he was barely sipping the drink clutched in his glowed hands; he did not as much as greet Venti as he neared his table (which was quite rude, but Venti could excuse it in light of the uncommon circumstances.) All very clear signs of agitation, the result of his analysis read. Which completely justified the fact that instead of pulling himself a chair and asking his friend what was on his mind like any normal person would, he dutifully stepped behind Kaeya's chair and squinted in the same direction in an effort to figure out just what on earth he was staring at. It did not take very long.

Because there you were, sitting right across Diluc who was on bartending duty today; the two of you chatting if it was usual occurrence for Diluc Rangvindr to just be chatting with someone. Nope. Absolutely not. And Venti knew that best, having been thrown out for asking the said man what his favorite season was the other night (but then again, that was perhaps caused by his personal dislike for Venti in particular. Still, the point stood.) And it only got stranger as he managed to pick out the conversation from the bustle of the tavern.

''Taking into account your higher than average understanding of manners (was that supposed to be a compliment? Venti whispered into Kaeya's ear. He nodded.) and my bold assumption that a general fondness for our acquaintanceship is mutual - if it is agreeable to you as it is to me, i would be more than pleased to receive you at the manor for dinner one of these days. With the best intentions, i assure you…''

''Oh my-'' For what could have been the first time in his thousand year life, The Anemo Archon was at a loss for words. The things he heard took a good minute or so to really register in his mind. ''Oh my! they- what are they?'' He leaned toward Kaeya conspicuously.

''You are too kind, Master Diluc. But i couldn't possibly exploit your commendable hospitality like that. I already bother you at work so much; it would be horribly disgraceful of me to take advantage of your courteousness any further.'' You had such an apologetic smile on your face, so frankly certain that cold, reserved, throw-people-out-of-the-tavern-for-asking-his-favorite-season Mr. Diluc was asking you on a date out of pure politeness. Sure, he was a gentleman. Not even his worst enemies could deny that. But not so much so that he would be actively inviting you to places if he didn't genuinely like having you around. Nope. No sir. Nuh-uh. Impossible.

''Idiots.'' Kaeya sounded so solemn, Venti might have cried laughing if he hadn't been so invested in the situation at hand. ''They are idiots. That's what they are.''

''Please do not feel pressured to accept on behalf of anything but your own willingness to do so. But… if it is really your concern that you shall trouble me, i assure you; i couldn't possibly find your presence a bother.'' Diluc seemed to almost choke on those last words, his face a color suspiciously similar to his hair. Kaeya had to clamp a hand over Venti's mouth so he wouldn't squeal and alert the couple. You gazed at Diluc's eyes for a long, long moment; a few meters away, two slackers with nothing better to do held their breaths.

''I cannot thank you enough for the invitation, sir, truly, and i would absolutely love to be your guest, from the depths of my heart, but-'' Whatever dense, clueless, infuriatingly polite excuse of a sentence you might have uttered, it was rendered inaudible to the two by the untimely arrival of an especially rowdy group. Venti groaned with indignation, and finally sat himself down - he had been so focused that he hadn't realised he'd been standing all this time. Kaeya felt like bashing his head against the table. Instead, he downed his much neglected cup in one gulp.

''How long has this been going on?'' Now that he was free to yell as he wished, every word came out of the Archon's mouth as if a horrid offense had been commited against his very person.

''Two weeks.''

''Two weeks?''

''Two full weeks. This is the third we're going on.''

It took a while for them to get talking again. But when they did, the verdict was clear.

''We have to do something about this.''

''Please. They're killing me over here.''

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