#Well Mel's ears are covered

[fadingdaggerr]

Hii!! I hope you've had a great day!!

So, I had this idea and I can't stop thinking about it, it's like rotating in my brain like a Rotisserie Chicken. IDK if you're still taking requests but I just had to send this.

Anyway, Melissa and reader are in someone else's house (R parents or idk some kind of sleepover with the teachers) and for some reason they can't sleep together in the same bed/room, like they're used to, which is concerning R because Melissa doesn't really sleep well alone.

But Mel tries to ease R saying she'll be just fine for one night, and very reluctantly R agrees.

Well, it turns out she can't. R and obviously a few others in the house wake up to Melissa's screaming in the middle of the night and R runs to her, shes is sobbing, shaking and clutching R for dearlife, just absolutely terrified and not even letting R move. R calm her down and take care of her, like with a lot of fluff and comfort.

I'm just obsessed with R taking care of Mel and being really sweet.

Yeah that's it. I love your stories, they are really really good. And I could only think of you when this thing came out of my brain.

+ I absolutely loved what you did in "Know I'm Alive", I was kicking my feet and internally screaming. (I sent that anon 👉👈) So thanks, I enjoyed it a lot, like a lot a lot, like, if I could I would eat that it.

You're really talented!! <3

by the sun, by the moon

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! | 4.8k

includes: no pronoun use for r, fluff, hurt/comfort, family play fights/sibling banter, r’s family adores mel, probably ooc!mel oops

warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamic (short), attempted violence (short), mentions/insinuations of sex, one outdated traditional value, sleep difficulties/nightmares, anxiety/panic attack

note: please feel free to skip the section that discusses the unhealthy relationship dynamic/violence. it begins after the first section divide with the line “for her entire childhood…” those topics are only explicitly stated there and only referenced one other time. please do not feel as tho you need to read triggering material to understand the story, i tried to make it understandable without having to read potentially distressing content :)

Melissa’s head tips back when she hears you coming back downstairs, having been waiting for you since your mom called during The Real Housewives time. The way you’re watching your feet with furrowed brows makes her fully turn until she’s kneeling on the couch, leaning over the back to get closer to you.

“Something wrong?” Melissa asks, reaching to grab your hand to pull you closer.

You shake your head, “no, no.” Warm hands rise to cradle the redhead’s face, “how would you feel about spending the night at my parents place Saturday? They’re hosting Jonah’s birthday, wanted our help to set up the night before.”

Her eyes widen, “just Saturday night?”

“Just Saturday,” you reaffirm, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. She cautiously nods, barely moving. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not going to make you.”

“I know, I know,” she says through her breath, “we’ll stay the night.” The kiss you press to her forehead feels heavier than just a silent thank you.

—☽—

For her entire childhood and through her marriage, Melissa slept like a rock. She slept through Kristen Marie’s and Joe’s snoring, her college girlfriend’s sleep talking, her parents having a screaming match so loud the cops got called. Before starting teaching, she even had to train herself to wake up at the sound of her alarm, knowing that being late to the school was ten times worse than being late to JC Penney.

Two years after she finally left Joe, Melissa met Eric.

Tall, charming, nice-smelling Eric with his salt-and-pepper beard always tidy, a covered up Marine tattoo on his forearm. He’d bought her drink after his friend accidentally knocked hers off the counter of the bar, and two hookups later, she was agreeing to a real date. Three months later, she was his girlfriend and allowed him into her apartment. He got to know where the spare key was hidden after a year.

Eric was everything Joe was not. During arguments, Joe would shut down and leave, only returning when he smells like cheap liquor and some other woman’s perfume. Eric always stayed, told her his point of view, listened to hers, calmly told her when she was overreacting. He was smooth, never raised a hand towards her or threw things at the walls. Melissa always knew when she was in the wrong, but he never made her feel bad about it.

Eric was particular. He liked his shirts folded a certain way, beer only from a glass, and silence when he worked. If she was excited about anything, he only ever allowed her to speak about it until he’d lost interest, almost always by the time she paused to take a breath. When he properly introduced her to his friends, his hand on her knee would tighten when she spoke. Quickly, she learned that the tighter the grip, the less she should speak. Four hours at some sports bar and Melissa had only been able to say a total of six sentences. Eric liked Melissa quiet. Melissa became quiet.

He started to prod about meeting her family, and she shut him down. Again and again. The fourth time, he banged his fist against the table, the end of his fork creating a small dent. Green eyes fixated on the dent as he began to calmly explain that he had introduced her to his family, it was her turn. Mumbling those were your buddies got her stuck on her own couch that night, clutching the blanket Nana made her before she started college.

Two months later, she began to slowly bring back Eric’s clothing to his apartment on the off-chance they went there for a night. Grading her student’s assignments began to take longer and she triple-checked the scores to waste more time, suddenly too tired to have sex or even talk before going to sleep. Otherwise, she listened to his rules, spoke when spoken to, cooked when asked.

The morning he narrowly avoided calling her a moron to her face when she made the eggs over-medium instead over-easy, she officially made her choice. That night, at the Italian restaurant he brought her to, she called it off.

“Why?” Eric asked, eyes stone, unwavering from hers.

She took a deep breath, “you treat me like a pet. Speak when spoken to, move when told, I’m sick of it.” Her grip on the table cloth tightened, “tomorrow, I will put your stuff outside. You’ll pick it up when I tell you to, and then you will leave.”

He sits back in his chair, tongue poking at his bottom lip, “and if I don’t want to break up?”

“Too bad,” she shrugs. Standing from the table, Melissa leaves him with the check and the sad excuse of Italian cuisine on the table.

At work the next day, it takes all morning, lunch, and prep to fully debrief Barbara on everything that had been going on. It made sense to the kindergarten teacher why she had yet to meet this Eric fella, but after hearing this, she knew Melissa wasn’t proud of getting herself in this situation. A promise of a wine weekend and greasy food makes Melissa truly smile. Barbara hadn’t realized how fake every little grin had been until now, she missed her best friend.

That afternoon, Melissa came home to the loose brick that hid her spare key ajar. The blood in her veins runs cold. Opening the unlocked door, glass scratches across the wooden floor, crunching under her heels. Every picture frame, the television, the radio, the coffee table, the stovetop, the tea set from her grandfather, all smashed to pieces. Holes were in nearly every wall, the stair railing broken. The entire first floor was destroyed, only upstairs was left pristine, as if nothing had happened at all. Bat in hand, she checks every closet, under her bed, in the bathtub, everywhere. He was gone.

Leaning against the wall, she slides down and sobs. Melissa is forced to make a choice she didn’t want to make. Opening her phone, she calls Joe.

Joe, despite everything he had done, was at Melissa’s house within the hour. In one hand he held a bag from the hardware store, containing new locks and keys, the other hand had his very own bat, nails pounded through the wood. Like he said when they signed the papers, just because he wasn’t in love with her, doesn’t mean he didn’t care.

Three weeks later, after things had settled and locks were changed, Melissa felt more secure. Still every night, she woke at every sound, wind and the smoke detector quickly became her mortal enemies. Bundled in her soft pajamas and thick comforter one night, she finally fell into a hard, deep sleep forced from pure exhaustion.

Paperclips, a screwdriver, and a small sheet of flexible metal are all someone needs to pick a lock and shift the deadbolt. Eric surely knew that, always the smart man, yet never the brightest. Slowly, he moved up the stairs, bourbon fueling his motions as well as his heavy steps.

A particularly loud thunk wakes Melissa, hand flying under her pillow to the bat Joe had made her promise to keep there. Another thump made her jump out of bed and to the side of her dresser with an iron grip around Edith Houghton. When her door opened, she stayed pressed into the corner, hoping she stayed hidden just long enough for him to leave so she could grab her phone.

Liquor breeds stupidity, worsens it when it is already present, and Eric had left to check the bathroom. Quickly, Melissa called the police, shakily texting Joe as she whispered to the operator. At that point, she didn’t care who got there first. She just wanted to be free of him.

She moved to a new apartment before the month even ended. Barbara insisted on cameras, which Gerald installed. Joe insisted on a nailed up bat, which he made himself. Not a night has gone by since then where she didn’t have it within arms reach of the bed.

It took six years for her to sleep again.

—☽—

The light tracing of nonsensical patterns on her abdomen is what wakes Melissa, eyes cracking open to the bright sun peeking through the curtains. She wishes now, more than ever, that she had agreed to the blackout curtains, groaning into her pillow. With the knowledge she’s now awake, several soft kisses press against her shoulder, traveling to her neck. With a sleepy grin on her face, Melissa turns to face you.

“Morning,'' you mumble against her lips, hand traveling up to her hair to separate the knots that you created. “Sleep good?”

The only response you get is a little huff that almost sounds like yeah, her face burying in your neck to hide from the light. You lay there with her, finishing your detangling mission as Melissa’s nails trace up and down your arm. A final, sound kiss lands on the crown of her head before you shuffle out from underneath her, reaching for your previous discarded university shirt and sweatpants. The redhead watches through droopy eyes, scanning over you before your pajamas cover everything she adores.

“Gotta get up, beautiful,” you say through a yawn as you walk out the room, “we need to be leaving for one.” A tiny groan escapes her lips as she rises from the bed, though a small smile crosses her lips when she sees your sweatshirt thrown over the chair in the corner, just waiting for her.

Not even halfway down the stairs, there’s a clatter from the kitchen and a quiet exclamation of fuck. “You’re not even awake and you want me up,” Melissa says as she walks to the coffee maker. She’s met with a small slap on her ass in return, not even caring to be embarrassed of the girlish giggle she lets out.

Whose fault it is that you’re late leaving, who could tell? Between the forgoing packing and wrapping your cousin’s present last night for a taste of Melissa and her lack of pants this morning, it’s hard to say. Nothing that going a gentle twenty over on the highway can’t mend.

Driving up the dirt road, the dense trees thinned and your parent’s yellow house came into view. Your father’s questionably functional truck sits in the front of the garage, your mom and brother’s cars parked close together on the lawn. Seeing the way your hands tighten on the steering wheel, Melissa slides her hand from your elbow to the free hand on your thigh, playing with your rings to calm you. Being at your parents house was always overwhelming, fun, but overwhelming.

Narrowly avoiding scraping the side, you pull in next to your brother’s car. Looking at each other, you and Melissa give each other a nod of we got this. She’d been over here before, she’d been to three family reunions and almost every birthday party, but never had you two stayed the night, always being some of first to leave to sleep in your own bed.

With a little grunt, you hop out of the car and jog to Melissa’s side to open her door. She gives you a half glare when you tap her hand away from helping carry the bags in, you never let her lift a finger, if you can help it.

“Well, look who decided to show up!”

Both you and Melissa jump at your mother’s yell from the porch, bangles clanking together as she widely waves to the both of you. Gravel crunches under her feet as she rushes over to the two of you, immediately pulling Melissa into a hug. Before you were banned from saying it, you used to joke that your parents preferred your girlfriend to their own child. The giant smile on Melissa’s face when she interacts with your family makes it worth it.

Tumbling upstairs, you bring your bags into your childhood bedroom with Melissa close behind. Even with every time she had been here, she loved being in your room. It was a time capsule of your life before college, all the posters of bands and movies still hanging on the walls, trinkets covering every space. She particularly loved the little collection of rocks on your bookshelf, clearly in order from favorite to least favorite.

The bed bobs as you both drop onto the mattress, groaning at the comfort after three hours in the car. You turn your face towards her, leaning to press a kiss to her shoulder, “I love you.”

Melissa leans in closer, “I love you, too.” She watches your eyes flick to her lips, beating you to the chase and pressing her lips to yours softly. It takes every ounce of effort to not moan at your tongue tracing her lip, her hand coming up to grip your shirt and keep you close. Stomping up the stairs makes you both jump apart, feeling like teenagers getting caught, not that the room was helping.

The door opens to show your dad, boots trekking in dirt that will inevitably get him in trouble with your mom. The hand not on the doorknob is over his eyes, “you two better be decent. Ma has lunch ready downstairs and clothing is probably mandatory.”

“Knock it off,” you mumble as you shuffle towards him so he can give your head a gentle noogie. Neither of you were big on hugs, only really being physically affectionate with your partners, but the love is always clear in every fistbump and hand on your shoulder.

You and Melissa trail behind your father as he goes to the kitchen, both fighting laughs after nearly getting caught by your dad. However, the second your mom peers over at the two of you, you both act like you had been silent the whole time, eyes flicking around in feigned innocence.

Lunch is a mismatch of all the foods your mom made for the birthday party the next day, making you all be her taste testers, even if she only really wants Melissa’s opinion as the other cook in the family. Pasta salad, potato salad, mac and cheese, shortcake, even some chicken with her new lemon pepper recipe. You and your brother fight over who gets first dibs on the pasta salad, ending with his wife taking the serving spoon from your hands and grabbing some for herself.

“Act your age,” Kennedy says to her husband, making you laugh, before she gives you a sharp glance, “that goes for you, too.” Melissa turns away to unsuccessfully hide her own laugh from you.

Lunch ends with your mom and your brother arguing over another serving of macaroni, “we need food for tomorrow! Fuck’s sake, Marcus.”

—☽—

Your father divides everyone into groups to set up the backyard. Your mother takes Melissa and Kennedy to help set up the tables and lights, forcing you and Marcus to help your father with the tent, bonfire pit, and yardgames.

Getting all the yardgames for the little cousins was the easy part, even if it took a while because the three of you had to play a game of cornhole before you could do anything else. None of you got a single one in after two turns, making you all set into defeat, the game was agreed between the three of you to be stupid now. With your father taking a break now, getting the tent together was a doomed venture with you and Marcus.

“If you don’t let me hold it up, it’s gonna keep falling.”

“Fuck off! No, it won’t,” Marcus says with confidence, trying to stand the tent all at once before securing it. Four had already fallen, and a job that should only take twenty minutes was taking nearly an hour.

“How is it gonna stay up if nothing’s holding it, huh? Thought you knew everything?” He flips you off and doesn’t answer, continuing putting the spike in the ground, though without the other end being held up, the weight pulls it down again. Giving up, you walk away and attempt to find your dad for something else to do. You stop in your tracks, just step from the patio.

Watching Melissa with your family always makes butterflies erupt in your chest. She used to be so nervous around them, uncharacteristically quiet and meek, but now she’s almost as carefree with them as she is with her own. The sunlight makes her hair shine, and it’s damn near impossible to look away. It seems you’re of similar mind, her head turning towards you, fighting a grin when she sees the dopey grin on your face.

You almost start to walk towards her, but a strong hand pulls you back. Your dad pushes the hatchet into your hands, “you’re on firewood duty.”

“Bu-”

“Nope, you’re not slinking off to your girl. Go chop the wood, Casanova,” he says as he walks back to help Marcus with the tent.

It’s hours before you even get a chance to see Melissa again, as if your parents were keeping you apart. Which they were, knowing that you’d ignore everything you had to do if it meant you got to just look at Melissa. By the time you got back inside, the button up you’d been wearing was abandoned on a lawn chair and you were out of breath. How much firewood does one bonfire even need?

Walking in the backdoor into the kitchen, Melissa is leaning against the counter, her eye on the mixer filled with what will be cheesecake going to your tanktop clad form as she chats with Kennedy. Creeping up beside her, you wrap an arm around her waist and press a lingering kiss to her cheek, mumbling a greeting into her skin before trudging upstairs to shower the sweat and dirt off.

—☽—

By the end of the night, everyone is half-awake and struggling to keep their eyes open as a TV movie drones on. Neither you or Melissa are paying attention, too wrapped up in one another in the arm chair. Legs dangling over the arm, Melissa is seated on your lap, head tucked into your shoulder as you mindlessly play with her hair. The hand on the back of your neck stops its soft ministrations, her breathing slowing as she fights falling asleep.

You speak quietly for only her to hear, “you ready for bed?” She just nods against you, and you tap her legs to prompt her to move. Her hands hold onto your arm to steady herself, wavering where she stands.

“Alright, we’re calling it. Night guys, we’ll see you in the morning,” you announce into the room as Melissa starts going towards the stairs, not trusting her ability to speak when she’s this tired. You get a quiet chorus of night before you walk to the stairs, but your mother’s voice stops your movements.

“Jellybean, could you do me a favor and take the trash out before you head upstairs?” she asks without taking her eyes off the TV.

You internally groan before nodding, turning to Melissa, “go up, baby. I’ll be right there.”

This catches your mother’s attention, immediately moving to face you, “you mean to say ‘goodnight,’ right?”

“What?”

Her eyebrows rise, “you’re saying goodnight, then going to your room. Right?” Melissa’s blood immediately runs cold, color draining from her face. If she was tired two minutes ago, she was wide awake now.

“No...” you say slowly, confused, “why would Mel not also be in there?” You peak over your shoulder to Melissa, giving her a look before your attention is back on your mother.

“So, you’re staying in the guest room? Or is Melissa?”

Your face screws up, “Neither of us? My room’s got a full, that’s fine for us.”

“No.”

“Hell you mean ‘no,’ Ma? Marcus and Kennedy are sharing a full, it’s not a huge deal,” you hear Melissa step down from the stairs, her shaky hand holding your elbow.

“Marcus and Kennedy are married, unlike you two. I know you live together, but my roof, my rules. You know that,” she says matter-of-factly. The other three people in the room pointedly avoid looking at you, not wanting to get on your mom’s bad side.

You argue back, “that’s fucking ridiculous, Ma. We are grown adults, in a relationship.” The arched brow on your mother’s face tells you that you shouldn’t be arguing, but she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know about the panic that is starting to eat away at Melissa’s veins at the sudden thought of sleeping without you, something she hasn’t done once in over three years now.

“No rings, two beds. Don’t think I won’t be checking.”

Not wanting to make more of a scene, Melissa tugs on your arm to gain your attention. Turning to her, you can see the silent plea in her eyes for you to give it up. Shoulders sagging, you let out a grumbled fine. Breaking away from her, you go to the kitchen and roughly pull the trash from the bin. It takes a great deal of effort to not slam the door as you stomp to the garage. When you come back in, you don’t bother saying anything to anyone, just wrapping an arm around Melissa to guide her upstairs.

When you get into your room, you shut the door and lean against it with a huff. The two of you silently change into your pajamas, moving slowly from exhaustion and an attempt to prolong your time together. Melissa turns away to fold her clothes on the bed, and you move to wrap your arms around her waist, propping your chin on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you say, “I’ll stay in here tonight. Not like she can’t ground me anymore.”

Melissa turns in your arms, loosely wrapping her own around your shoulders, “it’s alright, I’ll be fine. I don’t want her mad at you for my sake.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t do that,” she says, though the sigh in her voice gives away her uncertainty, “I’ll be okay, amore.”

Your eyes scan over her face before you nod. Her arms pull you closer, noses brushing before she presses a sound kiss to your lips. Melissa’s arms shift and her hands cup your face, moving your head to press kisses to your cheeks, forehead, and chin, until the sour look on your face disappears.

Tugging her into you, you bury your head into her neck, pressing a long kiss there. From her neck you mumble, “I’ll be in the room right next door.”

“I’ll survive in the guest room, this is your bedroom,” she says, though she doesn’t fully mean it.

“What’s mine is yours. Plus, this one’s more comfortable, you’ll thank me later,” you hug her tighter, “so... I will be next door.”

“I told you, I’ll be fine,” she says. It’s more for her than you this time. Three years. Three years of falling asleep with you still awake beside her and waking up with you already looking at her.

You walk her back towards the bed, getting in with her, though not under the covers. With everyone, especially your mother, you don’t think it’ll hurt to stay until Melissa falls asleep. Her back presses to your front, hand holding yours to her chest, fast beating heart beneath. In a hushed voice, you speak about little things that don’t matter in hopes that it will calm her enough. Slowly her breath evens out, face burying into the pillow as it always does when you hold her like this.

Carefully, you detangle yourself from her and press a kiss to her hair, “I love you.” Stepping out of the room slowly, you leave the door cracked just a little and eye Melissa before turning. At the top of the stairs is your mother, brows raised.

“You better be going to your own bed,” she says quietly, though her tone is hard.

Rolling your eyes, you respond, “I am. Just had to make sure Melissa was asleep first.” You try to go into the room next door, but your mom’s face is silently asking for context, “she doesn’t sleep well. Different place, different sleeping arrangement, it’s difficult.”

You don’t particularly appreciate the dismissive way your mom just nods before walking towards the master bedroom, clearly thinking it was just an excuse, but it’s too late to fight about it. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you can wake up and crawl into bed with Melissa before she wakes. You watch the crack in the door and listen for Melissa until sleep comes over you.

—☽—

Something wakes you just past three in the morning, an ear splitting scream coming from next door. At first, you think it’s just your own anxiety, closing your eyes slowly. A second scream, this time of your name, and you’re springing out of bed, throwing the door open hard enough to bounce off the wall and slam shut. Four steps bring you to your childhood bedroom, rapidly swinging the door open to run in, not noticing the others joining you in the hall.

When you get into the room, moonlight illuminates Melissa where she’s sitting up with a hand gripping her shirt as she breathes in quick, panicked pants, eyes flying around the room until they land on you. Before she can even reach for you, you’re practically pouncing on the bed to get in front of her. Your hands go to her shoulders, her own gripping your forearms, her watery eyes darting around your face. Taking in deep breaths and letting them out slowly, you motion for Melissa to mimic you, trying to slow her rapid breath and heart.

Short gasps become slow, shaky breaths as panic begins to fade and tears form. A whimper of your name makes you pull her into you, her arms gripping your shirt and she cries into your neck. Between broken sobs, only the words window, knife, and everywhere and mention of a him come through, but you understood. This wasn’t the first time Eric’s actions haunted her at night, though it had been nearly two years since she’d woken up in a sweat.

Peeking over your shoulder, you see your parents and brother in the doorway. The look you give your mother is filled with anger and a raised brow that says I told you to listen. The clear fury makes your father pull her back towards their own room, pushing your brother to his. Some level of courtesy hits your mom, closing the door fully before she gets tugged away.

Attention back on Melissa, you alternate between playing with the ends of her hair and lightly dragging your nails over her back under her shirt. You tuck her hair behind her ear, tacky from tears, “you’re safe, Mel. Nothing and no one’s going to hurt you, I promise. I wouldn’t let them.”

Rocking side to side gently, you feel her breathing return to normal, body no longer shaking from tears. Trying not to jostle her, you turn your body to lay down with her, keeping her tucked into your neck with your arms around her. Pressing a kiss to her head, you slide an arm down to grab her hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, just below your ear.

You squeeze her hand, “you never have to apologize for this. If anything, I’m the one that should be sorry. I should have stayed.”

She sniffled, “I’m a grown woman, I should be able to sleep alone.”

“And I should be able to stand up to my mother about sleeping in the same bed as my girlfriend, yet here we are,” you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

Thankfully, she chuckles, the vibration on your skin making you smile, “so it’s all your fault.”

“I’ll gladly take the blame,” you mumble as you settle into the bed more, relaxing as you feel the redhead relax against you.

In a sudden move, Melissa props herself up over you, hair dangling in your face. Leaning down, she kisses your forehead, then each cheek, and finally your lips, long and loving. It’s a quiet thanks that she will never owe you.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you more,” you whisper back.

It takes half an hour for sleep to creep back in, Melissa’s breathing growing slow where she rests on your chest, your heart beating under her ear. When she eventually falls back asleep against your chest, you stay awake and trace lines on her back. You’ll gladly stand guard if it means she sleeps peacefully, stay awake if it means she’s safe.

note: solaris write a fic under 3k like u planned challenge good lord man. also thank you thank you for the compliment, it’s an honor to be the first person u thought of to write this. i hope i did ur vision justice <3

as always, feedback appreciated <3

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Word Count: 1100+ Warning: implied rape and abuse A/N: idk i feel weird that he's kinda ooc; tbf he is very different here in this ff BUT LISTEN crazy meets sweet, ITS KINDA CUTE also also, imma take a break and continue my devout!reader ff, you can check it out here. thanky!

mmmmm i changed so much dialogue i wonder how this'll go. (edited as of Feb 20)

It had been quite a few months after Alastor and I have started going out. Nothing drastically different happened when we were still friends then transitioning to lovers.

Both of us would mind our own business, however, that didn’t really mean that we weren’t thinking about each other. If Alastor went on radio, I would listen to him while doing mundane chores, listening to his voice through the vintage filter of the stereo, I'd even retort to his witty commentary as if he was in the room with me. While, I would be out doing shows across the city, ranging from clubs and cafes to the early television programs.

Today was one of those days, where I would be waiting for Alastor to pick me up after performing a show, as he promised to bring me out to drink for our date. I stood at a lamp post waiting for him, looking down at my shadow.

“Well, look who it is. Lil’ Mel out in town?” a raspy voice said to me, “Must be nice to finally get out of that orphanage, huh? How’ve you been liking it so far? Missed me?”

Hearing this familiar insistent voice sent shivers down my spine, having flashbacks of my days in the orphanage. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Go away, Aidan. I don’t want to talk to you,” I announced, fear creeping up on me.

“Oh, don’t be like that, babe!” he said putting his hand on my shoulder, “Don’t you remember all our fun times?”

I wriggled out of his grasp and angrily answered, “Fun? Hah, you’re insane. And never call me babe! Goodbye.”

I tightened my grasp on my sling bag and briskly walked away, looking for a more crowded area. But I never got too far when he suddenly had my arm in a tight grip making me squeal in pain. He covered my mouth with his other hand hushing me, and placing his knee between my legs. This scenario was all too familiar that tears welled up in my eyes automatically, but I gathered all my courage tensing my body and biting his hand, frustration clear on my face.

Meanwhile, Alastor was already a few buildings close to your arranged meeting place when he stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

“I told you to let go of me!”

This shout reaches his ears following a thud, fearing the worst he then bolts toward Miledy’s direction.

“Miledy!” he yells however freezes when he sees a man looming over her with a metal pipe in his hands.

“AL!” she screamed scared out of her wits.

Without a second thought, he lunges at the man throwing the both of them to the side leaving me on the floor. I looked at Alastor in fear for him when I saw him struggling to wrestle the larger man off of him.

“STOP! GET OFF HIM!”

Aidan seemed to falter when he heard me, creating an opening for Alastor and managing to stab him through his chest. Aidan gathered the last of his strength to wrap his hand around Alastor’s neck. I panicked and grabbed the forgotten pipe and bashed him over the head, making him go limp on top of Al.

Alastor moved the body to the side and with a relieved look on his face, he moves forwards and pulls me in a tight hug.

“I was so scared. Did you get hurt?” he frets over me.

“You’re not scared of me? I just killed a-a person, Al,” I asked afraid of his reaction.

“Heavens no! I’m more relieved you’re not hurt,” he replied letting go of the hug and placing his hand to the side of my face.

Relieved that Alastor didn’t leave her despite her sins, she finally broke down as she recounted the traumatic events that had happened, including the times where she comforted herself to sleep crying after Aidan was done playing with her, causing all these bottled up grievances to burst out. While Alastor did his best to comfort her in an embrace.

“We should probably leave now. It won’t take long before someone calls the police,” he explained holding on to her shoulder. I only nodded my head shakily still rattled and followed his lead.

He covered the body and lifted it over his shoulder keeping it steady while his free grabbed my hand and ran far far away. We eventually ended in a forest where we buried the body. I wiped the sweat off my brow breathing deeply from all the extraneous activities. After that was all done, Alastor led me to a cabin outside the hunting grounds.

“Where are we?” I asked while looking at the old furniture and the floorboards that creaked.

“My house,” he stated simply offering me a glass of water. I took and drank all of it without a second thought making Alastor tug a very subtle smile on his lips at how she completely trusted him.

“Al, we just killed a man and buried him. What if they figure out that we did it? What will happen to us?” I ramble, face going pale from different scenarios going through my mind.

He kneels in front of me a frown adorning his face when he saw how distraught I was and replied, “I’ll never let them hurt you. I promise, they will never know.”

“What about you, Al! What if they take you away from me. I don’t want to be separated from you!” I yelled hoping he’d care about his own well-being.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said reading through me and holding my face in his hands, “I’ll never ever leave you, not if I can’t help it.”

My eyebrows furrowed still unconvinced, “How can you be so sure?”

His eyebrows drooped and a wry smile takes place while putting his hands on my knees obediently, “I’ve been hiding from them for years now. They haven’t had any idea that it was me. Knowing a lot of people surely has its perks.” I looked at him confused. “The first person killed was when I was 16, on the day that my mother died, and I’ve been running ever since.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you. But I never wanted you to be involved in this dirty past of mine,” he apologizes. “But I swear on my life that I never had any bad intention towards you. All I want is for you to be safe and free from worry.”

It took a very long time before one of us did or said anything. I took his hand, stood up and walked him towards the balcony that we walked past getting here. And just watched as the sun slowly rose hand in hand.

“I guess this is how we live for the rest of our lives now,” I uttered just above a whisper to the wind.

“I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

“Me too. You can depend on me… I love you, Al.”

“Thank you, Miledy.”

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 31: 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Dom/sub dynamics, breast and slight nipple play, clitoral stimulation, eating out, swearing,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Have a Happy Halloween everyone! Thanks for all the support on my first kinktober!! Also no we will not talk about the current state of my hands-

Word count: 3.0k

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"What has gotten into all of you guys?" You exclaimed, dropping the pencil that you had been using to teach the kids that day's art lesson.

The kids were off the walls, and you could hear the kids from the other classes all across the school, you were so incredibly confused about what had suddenly happened.

You were good at keeping them well behaved, they truly did respect you...well...as much as a student can respect a new teacher.

The screams and squeals of the kids in your classroom were ear-piercing, leaving you to cover your ears as you tried to figure out what had gotten the kids all riled up.

Quickly running over to a group of kids, you noticed a bunch of candy wrappers all around the desks, making you stop in your place.

"Oh, crap..." You muttered, opening the door to your classroom to see if you could get some help, only to be bombarded by a bunch of kids, knocking you off your feet.

You flinched as you stumbled backward, only to be caught by a pair of red-gloved hands.

"You okay, hon?" Melissa asked with a concerned look, occasionally glancing over at the kids who were now running around everywhere.

You nod, incredibly flustered at the fact that her boobs were so close to your face thanks to the nature of her scarlet witch costume.

"Yeah...T-Thanks Melissa..." You muttered, looking down at your Ai Hoshino costume with a nervous smile as you stood up, blushing even more as you felt the redhead's protective arm wrap around your waist to keep you from falling again.

"No problem," She replied finally letting you go once all the kids had poured out into the entrance hallway.

You quickly ran over to the rest of your teacher friends, your skirt bouncing up and down the more you ran, leaving Melissa to get a slight view of your ass, leaving her blushing softly as she walked up to the group.

"What the hell is happening?" Ava exclaimed, looking at all the kids with wide eyes.

"They got into the candy! That's what happened!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed, walking over to the group of you. "Little miss witch over here was too absorbed in that damn phone, the kids stole the candy!"

"Alleged phone, alleged candy!" Ashley defended herself as Melissa shot a glare in her direction.

"Oh my god Ashley you dumbass..." You cursed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you looked over at Melissa, who quickly wrapped her arm around you once again, leaving Ava to raise an eyebrow.

"Look there is no way we can teach the kids while they're like this!" Barbara exclaimed, dodging another running kid.

"I agree with Barb," Melissa replied, "But how are we going to get these kids to be in one place at the same time where they can get their energy out?"

"Yeah, it's raining out so they can't go outside," Jacob added before Ava spoke up.

"Hey! Little gremlins!" Ava exclaimed, "Free recess in the gym!!"

All of the kids stopped in their tracks, running quickly over to the gym, leaving the nine of you to follow suit and strip them of the candy so they wouldn't get even more riled up.

As you and the older redhead patted down your first batch of the sugar-crazed students, you looked over at her, still unsure about how to do it properly.

"Mel?" You ask meekly, nervous about asking her. "C-Could you help?"

"Of course hon," She replied, taking your hands in hers as she guided you, leaving you a blushing mess.

"Ah...Thank you, Mel..." You mumbled, looking off to the side as you could feel the dampness in between your thighs increasing.

"Alright, I think that's the last of them," Melissa sighed in relief, looking at you as she pushed the kid into the gym, sliding the candy into a pile with her foot.

"Now what are we going to do with all this candy?" You asked,

"Oh! I have a human si- I mean...A safe bigger than a breadbox in my classroom," The redhead replied, side-eyeing the camera and blushing as you giggled endearingly at her slip-up.

"Girl, can I use that? I've been looking for a safe place to keep my other safes," Ava asked, brushing her cape off to the side.

Ignoring her question, Melissa spoke once again.

"Alright, Jacob, Barbara, Ava, and Y/n, come with me. Janine and Gregory, you stay here and make sure they don't escape,"

You all nod simultaneously, quickly making your way to Melissa's classroom.

"Say, where did Ashley go?" You pondered out loud, continuing to walk quickly to not waste any time.

"She left after you guys began patting down the kids for the candy, apparently she doesn't do well in stressful environments," One of the cameramen who was following your group replied.

"She apparently doesn't do well with anything," You and Melissa retorted simultaneously, causing you to tilt your head away to hide your now flaming-red cheeks.

"I'll stay with Ava," You added, watching as Ava grabbed a dodgeball before throwing at a kid.

"You sure hon?" Melissa questioned, trying to hide her obvious soft spot for you to the best of her abilities.

You nodded, looking away from her costume as you felt all of the moisture from your mouth fall to your core at the mere sight of her large breasts being caged in that tight red costume.

"Alright, we'll see you later," Barbara nodded, waving to the two of you as the group left to go find baby Thanos.

You stood in the gym for a while, out of breath as sweat poured down your face, internally cursing yourself out for thinking that you could handle playing dodgeball with a bunch of sugar-hyped kids.

You thought it was a good idea at the time, but it wasn't.

"Ava!" You exclaimed, shooting your leg up in the air as you saw a dodgeball hurling straight at her head, causing the ball to hit the ceiling before falling into your hand. "Pay attention! We can't tire these kids out if you get knocked out!" You groaned, throwing the ball quickly at one of the kids.

"Whatever!" Ava replied, throwing another ball as she looked at you, then back at the students, noticing them starting to become tuckered out. "I'm pretty sure we've already done it!"

Watching the last kid finally tire himself out, you took a sigh of relief.

"Finally, you mumbled, fiddling with your dress as you took another deep breath, turning around when you heard the voices of your teachers returning.

"Hey- Oh dear, what happened to your faces?" Barbara asked worriedly, noticing Ava's lack of an eye contact and smudged makeup, along with your lack of a wig.

"I did my job is what happened to my face," Ava replied, bouncing the dodgeball onto the ground before it returned to her hands once more.

Melissa quickly walked over to you, taking your chin in her left hand in concern, making you dart away to avoid her gaze yet again.

"Hon? Are you okay?" She asked, the position she had you in leaving you incredibly flustered as she continued to worry over you.

"Mhm..." You mumbled, still slightly tired from the running, but mainly just flustered.

"Did you guys find baby Thanos?" Ava asked,

"No, we came back to see if he retreated here," Janine shook her head.

"Excuse me? Adults?"

Still keeping a hand on your chin and waist, Melissa turned around to face one of the students, who had brought baby Thanos back into the gym.

"Chad! You found baby Thanos! How!?" Janine exclaimed, grabbing the candy thief by his shoulder so he wouldn't leave.

"I just followed the trash," Chad replied, smiling at his amazing impression of Mr. Johnson.

You chuckled softly, making Melissa turn around to face you once more, leaving you to look away the moment her beautiful green eyes made contact with yours.

Raising an eyebrow, Melissa pulled you in, whispering in a slightly husky yet incredibly seductive voice.

"My class. After school. Don't be late," She muttered, watching with amusement as your cheeks flared up with blush.

"So? Wanna tell me why those pretty little cheeks of yours have been so red today? Or maybe about how you haven't been able to look at me for more than a second?" Melissa smirked, shutting the door behind you, chuckling as she gazed upon you leaning on her desk, your pink tights highlighting your beautiful legs.

You shake your head, not wanting to even think about glancing at her beautiful costume that accentuated her beautiful curves.

"My cheeks have not been red," You tried to protest, a squeak from your lips cutting you off as the redhead walked over to you and placed her hands under your thighs.

"Are you sure about that? Because I think...just maybe...that my costume has something to do with it~" She teased, leaning into you so it was almost unavoidable to see her breasts and perfect cleavage.

"I-I-!" You mewled in surprise, beginning to apologize almost immediately. "I apologize! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! You just looked so pretty!" You confessed, looking the older woman in the eyes as yours filled with worried tears.

"Oh, princess...You're so cute when you're all flustered," The redhead commented, brushing off your apology as if she didn't care about how flustered you had become over her costume.

Shaking slightly, your hand wrapped around her wrist, your other hand pulling her body onto yours as the two of you began to make out, your lips intertwining in a perfect embrace.

When you finally separated your mouths, your lips tasting that of each other as you both licked them clean, tasting the other once more.

"Fuck hon... You're good at that, you know?" Melissa smirked before kissing you once again, her hand falling to your breasts, pulling slightly at your clothed nipple to hear any sort of sexual sound released from your perfect lips.

You could only whine in response, a tiny gasp escaping your lips as the feeling of your dress being unzipped slightly left a single gust of cold air to brush over your back.

"Is this okay?" The older woman asked, pulling her expression from a more teasing and slyer one to a more considerate and loving one, even though her speech before was still filled with love and adoration for you.

You nodded, your mouth only allowing for you to release a needy whimper as you watched your dress pool at your waste, throwing your head back as Melissa pressed her lips against your nipple and swirled her tongue over the nub.

"Mmmm~ Fuck...Melissa..." You moaned, covering your mouth slightly with your hand as she continued to pleasure you on top of the desk, holding your hand down with hers so you both could remain in this position.

Her mouth continued to pleasure your breast, making you moan viciously as she nibbled at the sensitive tip of your tit.

"Your tits taste so good," Melissa hummed in contentment, looking up at you for consent before fully sliding off your dress, watching the pink fabric fall to your feet as she got down on her knees.

"Please...I need you inside of me," You whimpered, bucking your hips just a little bit as you felt the redhead sink her head between your thighs, slowly licking strides onto your dampened sex before beginning to toy with your clit.

The feeling made your head fall back, your hand tucking itself into her hair as you moaned.

"M-Melissa...Please...Please let me touch you," You whimpered, not wanting to be the only one receiving pleasure.

"Don't worry hon, we can take care of that later~" The redhead chuckled before sliding her tongue inside of you, your legs shaking at the sudden new feeling.

You were overwhelmed with the pleasure of the penetration. Her tongue was highly skilled, even with her lack of being with a woman in at least a whole decade, and she seemed to know all the right spots and rhythms to make you see stars. Her fingers stroked your clit with more pressure now, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. it was almost too much. You wanted to scream, but you could only produce lewd little whimpers and mewls that only made the wetness in Melissa's underwear increase.

With her free hand, she reached up and pressed softly on your nipples, punching the hardened nub in between her fingers. Between that, the punishing thrusts from her tongue, and the hot pressure on your clit, you couldn't hold the knot in your stomach together anymore.

"Please..." You begged her once again, your thighs clenching around her head as your legs rested on her back, your eyes fluttering shut as you began to feel your orgasm approaching your body like a tsunami.

Pulling her tongue away from your folds, Melissa looked up at you with passion and smugness as she began to speak, her fingers now working harder thanks to the more focus she had put on them.

"Already~?" Melissa asked teasingly, her smirk softening as she looked up at you, watching just how needy you truly were. "Then go ahead...cum for me," She smirked once again, placing her tongue back on your sensitive and heated core as she closed her eyes, working her magic once more.

The sensations overwhelmed you. The world went blank, and all you could feel was the warmth of your orgasm and Melissa's touch as she fucked you into pure submission.

Once you had been brought out of your blissed-out high, you looked down at Melissa, who was currently licking your thighs clean of cum before looking up to meet you.

"You liked that hm?" The redhead chuckled, standing up to dominate you in height as you were leaning down and back on the desk.

You nodded, smirking as you took a deep breath to fully retreat from your post-orgasm clarity.

"Yeah, one could say that tongue is one of your secret superpowers...wouldn't you say, Scarlet witch?" You teased, a soft blush scattering across your cheeks as you felt your body being pressed up against Melissa's once again.

"And I'd say you put on quite a performance...didn't you? Miss Hoshino?" Melissa smirked, looking at you with eyes of both love and lust. "Why don't you come back to my place, and we could have some dinner together?"

You nodded, kissing her on the lips once more.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea~"

Let's just say you definitely wouldn't be able to do any trick or treating that night with the aftermath of your little dinner session.

[morgana-larkin]

Alrighty, Mine Part 6! This is honestly over 4K words of fluff but I bet no one is complaining. Also 2 smut parts cause I got my period when I was halfway through writing this lol

On another note: don’t know if anyone noticed but since you guys like seeing my lists of fics that I’m going to write, I decided to add the list to my masterlist. If you scroll down to the bottom of the list you’ll see it. I’ll keep it as updated as possible! And requests are open for any character on my masterlist!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Mine - Part 6

Warnings: LOTS of fluff, smut x2

Words: 4.3k

You and Melissa wake up on the first day of summer break. You’re spooning each other and she begins kissing your shoulder.

“Morning Amore. Our little troublemakers are still asleep. Maybe we can have some adult time.” She tells you and you giggle as you crane your neck to kiss her lips. All you’re wearing is a long t-shirt of hers and she loves when you wear her clothes, a sign that shows her that you’re hers.

She reaches underneath the shirt and cups one of your boobs. She brushes the nipple with her thumb and you gasp into the kiss. As soon as you gasp she slips her tongue in and eagerly explores your mouth. She then brings her hand down your body, quickly finds your clit and begins rubbing it. You pull away and you try to stay quiet but a couple of moans slip out. She reaches under you and puts her hand over your mouth, and slips a finger in your mouth for you to suck on. It works to conceal your moans, just in time for her to slip a finger in your entrance. You suck on her finger harder and then she starts pumping in and out of you and you screw your eyes shut.

“Mmm, I love you Amore.” She says in your ear and then kisses and sucks your neck.

“I love you too Mel.” You come not even a minute later and she pulls out of you.

She gets you on your back and then she straddles your thigh and starts grinding. She bends down to kiss you while still grinding herself on her leg and she moans. You place your hands on her hips to help her as well as tense up your thigh muscles. She comes with a gasp and then stays sitting on your leg and catches her breath. Just then Amelia opens the door and walks in without warning. Melissa immediately gets off of you and covers both of you with the blanket.

“Amelia what did we talk about with the door?” Melissa says to her and Amelia looks confused and then guilty.

“To knock and let the pewson answe, sowwy.” She says and with that cute little voice and sad eyes, both of you can’t stay angry at her.

“It’s ok my little Tesoro, what’s up?” Melissa asks Amelia while getting up to hold her.

“I’m hungwy.” She tells Melissa.

“You’re hungry? Oh well we can’t have that now can we?” Melissa tells Amelia.

“No we can’t.” Amelia agrees proudly.

“So what do we want to eat for breakfast today?” Melissa asks as she leaves with Amelia to go to the kitchen downstairs.

Just as she leaves the twins start crying. You get up, put some shorts on and go check on the twins.

After feeding them, you bring them both downstairs and see Amelia happily eating apple slices while sitting on Melissa’s lap on the couch. Melissa looks up from the tv and sees you carrying the twins.

“There’s the piccole stelle.” Melissa says softly as you put them in their play pen to crawl around. You join them on the couch and Melissa hands a plate over to you with scrambled eggs and apple slices.

“Oh I get apple slices too? I’m flattered.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Thought you’d appreciate it.” Is all she says.

“Mamma?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“Yes Tesoro?”

“What does Tesowo mean?” Amelia asks her, this child is full of curiosity, surprising nobody as she’s the child of two teachers.

“Tesoro is Italian and it has two meanings. Direct translation is treasure but it can also mean darling.” Melissa explains.

“What about the one you gave my sibwings?”

“Piccole Stelle?” She asks and Amelia nods. “Well that means little stars. All 4 of you are bright stars in my life though.” Melissa tells Amelia with a big smile and eyes full of fondness.

“Will they get theiw own when they get oldew?” Amelia asks.

“Ya they will.” Melissa answers and then Amelia’s attention goes back to the tv.

Later in the day, you’re colouring with Amelia on the floor and Melissa is peacefully walking around the room while feeding Nico with a bottle. Then all of a sudden, Amelia gets up and runs to Melissa with a piece of paper.

“Mamma! Mamma!” Amelia says and then reaches her, as Melissa turns around to face her with a smile. “I made this foe you!” She exclaims and shows her the drawing she drew with you.

“Oh it’s beautiful! Thank you so much Tesoro!” Melissa tells her as she takes the drawing from Amelia. “As soon as I finish feeding Nico then it’s going right up on the fridge.” Melissa says and Amelia is smiling proudly.

The next day you arrived at the park. You’re pushing the twins in the double seated stroller and Melissa is walking hand in hand with Amelia.

Amelia runs off to play with the other kids after telling her to be careful and you and Melissa go join some other parents at a picnic table nearby. You’re on your way back home in the car when Amelia asks a question.

“How come I don’t have a daddy?” She asks, you look back at her and Melissa looks at her with the rearview mirror.

“What?” You ask her, thinking you heard her wrong.

“The othews talked about having a daddy and I don’t have one. Why don’t I have a daddy? Is something wong with me?” She says and Melissa pulls over at that so you can both look at her.

“Nothing is wrong with you Amelia.” Melissa starts.

“Families are always different than other families. You don’t have a daddy but you got a mommy and a mamma. Other kids might have two daddies.” You explain.

“Ya, and other kids might only have a daddy or might only have a mommy. Or in other cases, different family members taking care of them.” Melissa continues the explanation.

“Well, I’m happy I have two mommies.” She tells you both and you both smile at her.

Melissa continues the drive home while Amelia tells you what else the other kids talked about.

That night Melissa makes a move on you and you giggle at her. “Again? Was this morning not enough?” You asked her.

“It was, but can I not want my wife multiple times a day?” She says and wiggles her eyebrows.

“You can, just surprised.” You tell her and she kisses your neck.

“The twins sleep halfway through the night now which means we got a solid 5 hours until they wake us up.” Melissa tells you as she trails down your body on the bed.

“Hmm, how romantic.” You tease her and she smiles at you before she makes you come three times.

The following week you take Amelia swimming again as Barb and Gerald wanted to spend the afternoon with the twins.

“Are we still going to your family this weekend for July the Fourth?” You ask Melissa on the way to the pool.

“Yep, all my siblings will be there, everyone is excited to meet the twins.” She says and you smile.

You, Melissa and Amelia have a lot of fun at the pool. Amelia splashes both of you, you spin her around in the water and she learns how to doggy paddle.

On July the fourth, the 5 of you go to one of Melissa’s siblings' houses to celebrate Independence Day. Everyone there takes turns holding the twins and talking to Amelia. Amelia plays with some of her cousins while you and Melissa talk to Melissa’s siblings.

When you get home, you put Amelia to bed while Melissa feeds the twins before putting them to bed. She meets you in bed when she’s done and then the two of you snuggle and fall asleep immediately.

You wake up suddenly from a nightmare and Melissa is looking at you with a worried face. “Amore, are you alright? You were starting to scream.” She asks you.

“Uh ya ya, just a nightmare. I’m sorry I woke you up.” You tell her.

“It’s alright Amore, I just want to make sure you’re alright.” She says full of love and you smile at her. You lean into her and she wraps both arms around you in a side hug and kisses your forehead. She notices your worry of falling asleep again so she starts humming softly and you fall asleep in her arms and she falls asleep after you.

The next day you hug her from behind while she’s cooking breakfast for the 3 of you. She smiles softly at you and leans into your touch.

“Well this is a nice surprise, morning Amore.” She says.

“Morning beautiful.” You tell her and she blushes. “9 years we’ve been together and 5 years married and I still have the ability to make you blush.” You tell her proudly.

“You know you’ll always have the ability to do that.” She says and scoops the omelette onto the plate next to the orange slices. She then turns around to face you and wraps you in a hug. ���Happy Anniversary Amore!” She says

“Happy Anniversary.” You tell her and she gives you a passionate kiss.

“Ew!” You both hear and then look to see Amelia standing there with a weirded out look.

You smile at each other and then bring breakfast out for the 3 of you while the twins are in their playpen.

“Tesoro, you’ll be spending the day with Grandma and grandpa today, and the twins as well.” Melissa tells her.

“Not with you?” Amelia questions.

“No, me and mommy are going to be spending the day with each other. We got married 5 years ago today, so we’re celebrating that.” Melissa explains and Amelia just nods and digs into her eggs.

You’re giggling as Melissa is kissing your neck and pinning you to the wall. You just got home from dropping your kids off at your parents house and Melissa is immediately on you.

“9 years I’ve been worshipping this body and I love seeing it everytime, you’re so beautiful.” She tells you as she puts her hands under your shirt. “I feel like I can never get enough of you.” She says with almost a growl to her voice. She then picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom.

“Ah” You scream out as it took you by surprise and then giggle at her eagerness. “Major Deja vu.” You say as she places you on the bed and she winks at you.

She then takes your shirt and bra off, climbs on top of you and attaches her mouth to a nipple and you buck your hips and moan.

“I love it when you moan, my favourite music.” She says as she goes to the other nipple and gets the same reaction from you. You reach for her shirt and immediately take her shirt and bra off and she smiles at your eagerness. “So eager for my chest I see.” She teases and you nod.

“You know how much I love it or how much I love them.” You say as you place your hands on her boobs and she kisses you.

She places her body right on yours as she kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. She makes sure to leave a few hickeys on your neck, she knows you love hickeys and she loves claiming you as hers, win-win.

She can’t wait any longer and takes your pants and underwear off at the same time and stares at you bare underneath her. “Hm Mia Principessa.” She tells you. “What do you want today? Tongue, fingers or strap?” She asks as she runs her fingers through your folds and you buck your hips. “Or all 3?” She adds and you think about it for a second.

“All 3.” You say and she smiles. She places herself in between your legs on her stomach and wraps her arms around your thighs. She dives to your pussy and runs her tongue along your folds before sticking her tongue in your entrance. You moan out as she runs her tongue all over and gasp when she slips into your entrance. She pumps her tongue in and out of you a few times before she moves her tongue to your clit. You grab her hair, moan out and buck your hips when she does. She pins you down with her left hand and with her right hand she sticks her middle and index finger in your entrance. “Omg Mel! That feels so good!” You gasp out as she pumps in and out of you.

“And you feel so good around my fingers, it’s just sucking them in, always wanting me.” She hums out when she pulls away from your clit to speak. She goes back to sucking and licking your clit and you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Mel, I’m so close!” You cry out and she speeds up her tongue and fingers, giving you permission to come. You come immediately and she slows down her movements and then pulls out of you and pulls her mouth away as well. While you come down from your high, she goes to the closet to retrieve the strap and puts it on. She walks back over to you and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You obey and get on all fours and then she gets on the bed behind you.

She runs her hands up along your back and over your ass, she loves the feel of your body and the fact that she gets to call you hers. She goes to your clit and rubs it a bit to make sure you get wet enough and then goes to feel your entrance. “Sei Mia Amore.” She tells you and you whine. You love it when she talks to you in Italian and love it when she calls you nicknames and tells you you’re hers.

She lines the strap up with your entrance and pushes it in. You moan out as you feel it fill you and she slides it all the way in. She gives you a second to adjust then begins pumping it in and out of you. She then puts a hand on your chest and brings you up so that your back is against her chest and you’re only on your knees. She places her hands on you, one on your breast and the other on your stomach. She continues pumping in and out of you and then places a hand on your clit and begins rubbing it. You are moaning and gasping against her and you start bucking your hips as you’re close. You reach behind you and place a hand in her hair.

“I know you’re close baby but I need you to hold it for a bit.” She tells you and you whine.

“Mel please, I need to come.” You tell her as she sucks on your neck and you moan. Your legs were getting shaky and the over sensitivity from holding it was getting to you.

Melissa was getting close to coming as well and wanted to come together. “Ok baby, come, come with me.” She says and you immediately let go and come for the second time today, Melissa immediately comes after you and she stops her movements. She pulls out of you and takes the strap off as you lay down on the bed. She lays down next to you after cleaning you both up and wraps an arm around your waist. She tucks the loose strands of hair that’s in your face behind your ear and gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Happy Anniversary Amore Mia.” She says softly and you smile at her.

“Happy Anniversary honey.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss.

The two of you continue to celebrate your anniversary together by going out to a restaurant on a date. You have a wonderful time together, just the two of you before you pick the kids up from Barb after supper time.

“Were they ok?” Melissa asked Barb as you grabbed the bags of stuff for the kids.

“Oh they were angels.” Barb says. “I absolutely adore your kids.” She adds and then pulls Melissa to her and whispers so you wouldn’t hear as you’re saying hi to Amelia. “I’m proud of you Melissa. You’ve come a long way from when I first met you, and you’ve built a lovely family.” She tells her best friend and Melissa blushes and smiles.

“Thank you. I’m very happy with my life. I have the most amazing wife and kids I could ever ask for.” She tells Barb and Barb smiles at her. You finish saying your goodbyes to Barb and Gerald and then you take the kids and strap them in the car. Melissa gets Amelia strapped in while you do the twins.

“Mamma guess what?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?” Melissa asks as she finishes with the straps.

“Auntie Barb taught me the alphabet.” Amelia says proudly and Melissa gasps.

“No way!” Melissa replies to her and then Amelia proceeds to sing the alphabet song.

“Now I know my ABC’s, next time won’t you sing wit me.” Amelia finishes and she missed about 5 letters but Melissa kept that to herself.

“Wow Tesoro! You did amazing!” Melissa congratulates her and Amelia smiles at her proudly.

The next day Amelia is playing with the twins as she barely knows them and she’s confused as to why they don’t know certain things. You’re sitting next to them on the floor, playing with sound books with the twins and Amelia.

“Mommy, how come they can’t talk or walk?” Amelia asks you.

“Because they haven’t learned to yet. When you were their age you couldn’t walk or talk either.” You explain to her. Melissa comes up behind you and joins you all. She hands Amelia a plate of her favourite fruits and vegetables for a snack as it’s lunch time and she wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Momma, awe you tiwed? I lay my head on mommy’s shouldew when I’m tiwed.” Amelia asks Melissa.

“I’m not tired, my little Tesoro. I’m just happy being near mommy.” She tells Amelia and you smile softly at her. Amelia happily eats her blueberries and cherry tomatoes that Melissa prepared on the plate, as well as carrot and banana slices. “I wonder if they’re teeth are showing yet.” Melissa says about the twins. “They started teething a couple weeks ago right?”

“It was a month ago and yes they’re coming in, why do you think I’m not breastfeeding anymore.” You joke and she laughs.

“Imagine all the meals I can make everyone.” She says and hums.

“The fact that you can only cook for 12 will come in handy.” You tell her and her smile widens.

“No it’s mamma.” Amelia says to the twins.

“Ma!” Caterina says as Amelia gets annoyed and Nico is just focused on the book.

“They’we not saying it wight.” Amelia complains to you both.

“They’re just babbling Tesoro, they don’t know what they’re saying right now.” Melissa explains to her.

“Remember when Amelia said her first word?” You tell her and she groans.

“Yes, I might have overreacted.” She admits and you chuckle.

“Might have?” You question and she hides her face in your chest.

“Ok I did.” She whines. You pat her head and run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks and she hums softly. “Hm I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Mamma.” Nico says and you both turn to look at him.

“He finally said it wight.” Amelia tells you both as she points to Nico. You both smile at the scene in front of you and kiss Melissa’s head.

“Yes he did Tesoro.” Melissa tells Amelia.

A few days later you return home with Amelia from the store and Melissa is feeding the twins applesauce for lunch.

“What do you want for lunch Amelia?” You ask her as you bring the groceries in to the kitchen. Amelia following behind you, carrying the loaf of bread.

“Um, PB and J!” She says and you smile at her.

“You had that yesterday. Is it your favourite?” You ask her and she nods. Melissa comes into the kitchen with the empty applesauce containers and throws them in the trash. “We got a PB and J lover here.” You tell her and she smiles at Amelia.

“Oh really? Are you having it for lunch?” She asks Amelia and she nods.

A couple days later…

“Come on open wide.” You tell Nico. You’re trying to feed them dinner while Amelia is watching Melissa cook from the kitchen counter. Nico refuses to eat anything right now and you huff. “What about an airplane?” You ask and proceed to do airplane. He still won’t eat anything and you give up. “Mel?!?” You call out to her and she peaks her head out of the kitchen a few seconds later.

“Yes Amore?” She asks.

“Nico won’t eat anything. It’s like he’s on an eating strike.” You say with a huff and she chuckles.

“How about we put some of the dinner in the blender and try feeding it to him? It’ll be done in a couple minutes.” She suggests. “I mean it’s about time they try my cooking anyway.” She adds and you laugh.

“Worth a try, no one ever refuses your cooking.” You say as you go to put the barely touched food jars away.

Melissa finishes cooking the food and she puts some in a bowl to give to you to put in the blender. She gets the plates ready and on the table while you finish blending the food and putting them back in the bowl to give to Nico. You sit down with the bowl and put it on the table and you take one scoop of it and bring it to Nico’s mouth. To your surprise he takes a bite and swallows it.

“Like you said, no one ever refuses my cooking.” Melissa says proudly as she gives Amelia a bite of food and you roll your eyes.

*one week later *

“So Amelia and the twins will be in the same room right? Just in a different section.” Melissa asks the daycare worker.

“Yep, your twins will be in the baby section there.” The worker points to a section of the room. “And Amelia will be in the toddler section over there.” He adds and points to a different side of the room. “That way we have all kids in one room but split into different age ranges so the kids can play with others their own age.”

“Ok. I guess this is where all 3 of them are going now, starting next month.” Melissa tells you and you nod. She sighs and you wrap an arm around her waist.

“I think they’ll love it here. I know it’ll be hard like it was for Amelia but I’m sure it’ll be great.” You say with a smile and she smiles back at you.

“You’re right, I know it’ll be alright but like you said, it’s hard.” She says and you give her a kiss. “Where do we register them to go here?” Melissa asks the worker.

A week later you’re celebrating Mel’s birthday and you have your coworkers from school and your families over to celebrate. It was a barbecue as it was what Melissa wanted and a few of her siblings took charge with the cooking. They all sang happy birthday to her with the cake that Amelia loved eating. After it was time to open presents and she got Amelia to sit on her lap and help her open gifts.

She eventually got to your gift and you signed all 3 of the kids names there as well. You got her a new pots and pans set as she started complaining that it was time for new ones and she smiles widely at it. “Omg you got the exact set I wanted! Thank you Amore!” She says and gives you a kiss.

The rest of the summer is spent bringing them to the park to get the energy out and socialise with other kids, going to the pool as Amelia loves to swim, going on picnics and overall just spending time as a family before school starts again.

On the evening of the last day, you and Mel are going around and making sure everything is prepared for tomorrow.

“You have the lunch for Amelia ready to go and the blended ones for the twins?” You ask her.

“Yes, it’s in the fridge.”

“And you put the teething rings in their bag?”

“Yes, I did earlier.”

“And you put Amelia’s stuffy in her bag?”

“Yes Teddy is in there.” Melissa can see you on the verge of a panic attack so she intercepts before you start. “Amore, everything is good to go for tomorrow.” She begins and holds your hands. “Like you told me last month, they’ll love it there and everything will be alright.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ok ya, you’re right. Everything will be alright.” You say and she places a kiss on your forehead and you let out a breath.

“Now, both Amelia and the twins are asleep, I suggest we get some too before they wake us up in a few hours.” She jokes and you giggle.

“Ok, I love you.” You tell her while looking into her eyes. She cups your cheek with a hand and looks back into your eyes.

“I love you too Amore.” She tells you, and you both get ready for bed and then fall asleep with you safely wrapped in her arms.

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chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

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Hii, just want to say your work is incredible. I’m particularly in love with this one: https://www.tumblr.com/spoilmesweetieforficssake/720596884449869824/hiii-i-have-to-say-that-i-love-your-work-i-was

Can you make a part 2? I’d love to see Mel with the baby!

I can indeed make part 2 (although this is technically part 3? Part two was here) This has actually been a long time coming, but seeing your lovely message prompted me to push this one out (terrible pun intended).

Sorry this has taken so long (and that I've been a bit MIA) but life, injury and feeling sucky rather got in the way.

Anyway, enough boring real life. I hope you enjoy!

*~*

“Ava, you know how when I went on leave I was gonna have to call you one day and say I need you to arrange cover for Melissa?  Well, today is that day.”

“It’s happening?”

You hold the phone away from your ear at her shriek.  “Yeah,” you breathe, taking a deep breath.  “It’s happening.”

*

One call down, your next call is to Barb.

“Hey, Barb,” you say, trying to sound as light and airy as you can.  “How’s things?”

If Barb hears your sharp intake of breath as another contraction hits she’s tactful enough not to mention it.

“Could you do me a huge favour?  I need you to go and be with Melissa.  There’s something I need to tell her.”

You can practically hear the smile in her voice as she replies.  “Can you give me a few minutes to get to her?”

You try to breathe your way through the contraction, the guidance your midwife had given you and all you’d read all but forgotten in the moment.  “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you while I find her?  Or would you prefer I not hear you curse your way through this contraction?”

*

Melissa answers her phone on the first ring.  You had promised not to call unless it was important.  You knew from how quickfire her responses to your messages, however, that her phone was always to hand.  Barb may have also let slip that since you had gone on maternity leave the device barely left her hand while she was apart from you.

“Hey.  Hi.  What’s wrong?  Are you okay?”

You can’t help but smile at the quickfire questions.  At the care in her voice.  “Mel, I need you to come home.  It’s time.”

“It’s time?” she repeats, and you can hear her voice waver.  “It’s happening?  It’s really happening?”

You grip the edge of the work surface as another contraction hits with one hand, holding the phone away from your mouth with the other so Melissa can’t hear the change in your breathing as you push down the urge to scream.  “Feels that way!” you manage, letting out a long, slow breath as the moment passes.  “Barb is going to drive so you can stay on the phone.”

The red head looks up to see the kindergarten teacher in the doorway to her classroom. 

“Ready to be a mom?”

*

Melissa was out the car before Barb even had the chance to stop, barrelling out into the driveway and bursting into the house. 

You yelped at the sound of the front door bursting open, even though you’d stayed on the phone with Melissa as she fretted in the passenger seat while her friend drove.  The red head comes to a halt in in front of you, her eyes darting over your face. 

Grabbing her hands as another contraction hits, you try your best to breathe through it. 

“How long in between, sweetheart?” asks Barb with a gentle hand on your back. 

Letting out a long, slow breath, you open your eyes and force a smile at Melissa, who looks terrified as she stands before you.  “Five or six minutes,” you manage. 

“Okay,” breathes the Kindergarten teacher.  “Do you have a bag packed?”

You nod.  “Mel’s had one packed in both cards for weeks.”

“Well you weren’t packing one!” shouts the red head. 

You smile at the outburst.  “And she’s taken them out and washed and repacked them every week,” you add.  You’d told her it was entirely unnecessary, but she’d done it anyway, always making sure to keep a sweater of hers at the top of the bags for you. 

“Wait, every five or six minutes?” asks Melissa, your words finally registering.  “How long has this been happening?”

Ducking your head, you admit you’d felt a but of movement that morning.  “I didn’t want to call and panic you until I knew it was time?”

“You’ve been here all day dealing with this and you didn’t say anything?” hisses Melissa, glaring at you. 

Barb reached over to cover Melissa hand with her own where she gripped you tightly.  “And she’s been dealing with it very well.  Now, are we ready to go?”

Just as she had driven Melissa from the school, it’s Barb who drives you both to the hospital.  The red head sits with you in the back.  You grip her hands, trying not to squeeze too tightly as your contractions continue, seemingly increasing in severity.  You try your best to keep your reactions to a minimum so as not to panic Melissa, earning you a look of sympathy from Barb in the rearview mirror.

At the hospital the red head rushes off to grab a wheelchair.  You can walk, but you don’t make any moves to stop her.  Barb takes your hand as she sees another contraction coming, and with the red head out of earshot you allow yourself a muted scream.  Unfortunately, however, Melissa was quicker than you anticipated and hears the end of it.

“What happened?” she asks, her eyes flitting over your face. 

“Contractions hurt like a bitch,” Barb informs her. 

*

There’s a little bit of confusion when you turn up on the maternity ward, the staff struggling to figure out the dynamic between the three of you.  When the midwife who was at your last check-up appears, however, she’s quick to make a beeline for you. 

“Ah, the three musketeers!” she grins.  “It’s time then?”

You offer her the best smile you can as you grit your teeth through another contraction.

“Contractions are around five minutes apart” offers Barb.

“Time indeed!” chuckles the midwife.  “Come on then, let’s find you a room and introduce this little one to the world.”

Barb offers you a squeeze to your shoulder.  “You’ll do great,” she smiles, before turning to Melissa.  “And so will you.”

The red head is nervous as she’s ever been, worried for you and for the little life that’s about to entirely change hers.  She offers Barb a nod before following you as you’re wheeled into a side room. 

“Now, why don’t we get you a chair?”

“What?  Surely she gets a bed?” asks Melissa.  You were about to have a baby, surely a bed was the least they could give you? 

The midwife chuckles.  “I meant you.”

The red head’s cheeks flush a darker shade than her hair and she’s about to give a snarky reply when you reach for her hand.  She helps you up out of your wheelchair and onto the bed. 

“Last offer on that chair,” smirks the midwife, earning her a glare from the red head.  “Hey, it’s just a suggestion, because if you hit the deck you’re gonna be down there a while.  I’m gonna have my hands full here.”

You don’t have time to be amused before another contraction hits, causing you to grip Melissa’s hand tightly.  She leans into you, leaning her head against yours as you try to breathe through it. 

“You got this,” she says quietly.  “You’re doing so well.”

The small word of praise bring tears to your eyes, screwed tightly shut as they are. 

Melissa looks up at the midwife.  “She’s totally got this, but surely she gets drugs too?”

*

Barb looked up as the midwife approached.  Though technically not family, she was part of your Abbott family and had been allowed to wait in the family room. 

“Thought you might like to know there’s a new addition to the musketeers,” smiles the midwife. 

“Is everyone okay?”  She’d spent her time in the family room praying for you, the baby and for Melissa.  The red head had been as terrified as she’d ever seen her, not even trying to hide it.

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

Following the midwife, Barb was led to your room.  She stood quietly in the doorway for a moment, smiling at the sight before her.  You were reclining in the bed, a warm, gentle smile on your lips as you looked over to where Melissa cradled a precious bundle in her arms.  The red head, meanwhile, looked down at the child in her arms with so much love, her fingers gentle as she adjusted the tiny hat on the baby’s head. 

“She’s a she,” whispered Melissa as she caught sight of her friend hovering in the doorway, tears sparkling in her eyes.  The sex of the baby was something they had all been aware of, but somehow it was a fresh new miracle to see the tiny baby in the flesh, all pink skin and perfect features. 

Barb smiled at her friend, looking to you for permission before entering the room and moving to look over her friend’s shoulder at the delicately wrapped bundle.  “She’s perfect.”  She looks over at you, a wide smile on her lips.  “You did good.”

You continue to look lovingly at the red head holding your daughter, the whole scene better than any dream you could have come up with.  “Yeah, I did.”

*

“How’s everyone doing?”

You look up at the midwife’s words.  “Still struggling to believe this is all actually real.”

“Oh it’s real,” chuckles the woman.  “Just wait till the diapers and night feeds.  Then it’ll feel all too real.  Now I know it’s early, but technically it is visiting time.  If you’re up to it there’s a few people here who I think might like to meet this little lady?”

*

You hope you’ve not forever turned into someone who cries at everything and nothing, but no one seems to mind as tears gather in your eyes as the rest of your little Abbott family files in through the door, each bearing thoughtful little gifts.  Even Ava had been tactful, bringing a bottle of alcohol free bubbly to celebrate the occasion.

Not unexpectedly, everyone was desperate to hold your daughter.  You weren’t sure if it was the drugs or just sheer pride, but you were happy to let them, excited at their excitement over seeing your baby. 

Melissa, however, was rather more reserved.  She wasn’t keen to be handing over the precious little being in her arms over to just anyone.  A hand on her thigh where she sat in the chair by your bed, however, and a slightly raised eyebrow has her rolling her eyes and finally allowing someone else to hold the baby.

You watch with a fond smile as she follows your daughter as she is passed between the members of your little family, reminding each of them to be gentle and showing them how to hold her just right, the same way the nurse had shown her only hours before.  Everyone takes it in the nature it’s intended, even Barb, who accepts the red head’s instructions as though she hasn’t raised two of her own.  There’s also the not so gentle threat that if they drop her she’ll wheel them to the morgue herself that is so Melissa it makes your heart clench. 

*

As nice as it was to see everyone, you’re glad when Barb finally steps into teacher mode and rounds them all up and says it’s time to go.  They all make sure to make a final fuss of your daughter before leaving.

And then it’s just you, Melissa and your daughter.  Not just your Abbott family, but the little family you’ve built.  The woman you love and the unexpected baby you were terrified of having only months before.  That same baby who is sleeping soundly in your arms after her first successful feed. 

The red head is curled next to you on the small hospital bed, both of you just about fitting, her arm curled beneath yours where you cradle the little life you’ve brought into the world.

“You know,” you smile, looking up at her.  “I didn’t think I could love you more, but today, when I got to see Mama Bear Schemmenti?  It made me realise not just how lucky I am to have you, but how lucky she is to have you.”

She smiles back at you, tears glittering in her eyes.  “When you called me today to say it was time…I’ve never been so scared.  Before we left the school, Barb asked if I was ready to be a mom.  I don’t think I’d realised before, but…”

You worry for a moment at the hesitation.

“I mean…is that…would you let…can I?”

You tilt your head, just managing to reach her lips and press a gentle kiss there.  “Melissa, there is no ‘letting’ you do anything.  To me, she’s ours.  I know we didn’t exactly do this the conventional way, but like you said before, it’s not perfect, but it’s real.”

“Oh, I’m not sure about that,” she smiles softly.  “Feels pretty perfect to me.”

[zzthekaiju]

Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy - Thrash

Once again, I must bring your attention to the animated pilot currently having a Backerkit campaign (link at the bottom). One of the tiers allows one to have their alien OC as a background character. If I had the chance to do so (I'm in the physical art book tier, though I plan on donating WAY more than just $500), this would be mine.

To give a brief introduction, Thrash is a bounty hunter, and self-proclaimed "rock star of the stars" (title pending). Among his piers, he's not particularly respected. Rude and crude, Thrash revels in being as destructive as possible as he somehow manages to keep his clients satisfied. While he enjoys the bounty hunting business, his true passion is music. Specifically, rock-n-roll. It's why his primary weapon is a bladed, soundwave-blasting guitar he affectionately names "Mel", as in melody. Heck, his personal ship is powered/steered not by fuel or a wheel, but the sounds his guitar makes. Hence, every takeoff is a jam session.

As for his relation to the main six, it's not great. As the whole of the galaxy's bounty hunters are attracted to the prospect of bagging a living star like Lumi, so too is Thrash. However, he's only in it for the money and not the power, as threatening kids isn't exactly his idea of a good time. He isn't even all in with the whole wish thing Lumi does, seeing it as a lousy shortcut to happiness. Even without that, though, most of the main gang just sees him as obnoxious. Over time, however, he and Holden end up bonding over their mutual love of destroying things and breaking the rules, as well as Thrash's sheer hatred of abusive parental figures (he has experience with those).

In short, Thrash is a metal-loving reptilian cross between the personality of Lobo from "Superman: The Animated Series" and the character arc of John Silver from "Treasure Planet". If I had to pick a theme for him, I'd be "Twilight Zone" by Golden Earring (though the cover by Bloody Hammers arguably suits him better).

Now, without further ado...GO SUPPORT THIS PILOT, ALREADY!!!

[jeridandridge]

“You don’t remember anything, do you?” “No…? What are you talking about?” “Nothing. Nothing.”

Would you mind a melissa x reader? But like fluffy if you're feeling it? Or angst to fluff? Lol

Drunk Confessions

“Girl just do it. It’s better than sittin around here moping all the time.”

You groan bringing your head down to rest on the cool kitchen table. Being drunk didn’t happen too often for you, but when it did you always made sure you had friends around. Tonight, Ava was the one that brought over drinks and junk food to drown your sorrows in.

Melissa accepted a date with Gary the vending machine guy the day before and you weren’t handling it well at all. Having a crush, no, being in love with the woman but too afraid to say anything was the best yet excruciating experience of your life.

“You’re right. You’re right!” You lift your head hitting the table with your hand. “Where’s my-phone?” You ask through a hiccup.

Ava rolls her eyes pointing to the device right in front of you.

“Oh.” You giggle picking it up.

“This is gonna be messy,” Ava smiles sitting back with her frosted glass.

Blinking a couple times at the bright screen you tap away until you find Melissa’s contact, a silly picture of you two from the zoo field trip as her icon. Bringing the phone to your ear it rings and rings, eventually giving you a beep for the voicemail.

“Hey,Mel. It’s late I didn’t realize it.” You giggle. “I was sitting here drinking- I mean thinking and I wanted to say I’m happy for you. If you’re happy with vending machine guy that’s great and I’ll swallow my feelings for you. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll do it just because it’s you and I love you. I’m in love with you,” You sigh, “But if he ever hurts you, well I got a guy too. I’m word vomiting now. If this is weird we can pretend it never happened. Bye.”

You set the phone down bringing a hand over to cover your mouth. “I can’t believe i did that!” You laugh.

Ava looks at you shocked, mouth gaping. “Girl you did that.”

“I did that!” You laugh. Feeling giddy and excited, hours later you forget what you’ve done. After Ava gets an Uber home you clean up as best you can while drunk, passing out on the couch with a bag of pretzels.

The sound of banging on your apartment door shocks you awake, the sound making the throbbing in your head worse. “I’m coming I’m coming.” You groan grabbing your sunglasses on the way to the door. It was just too bright. Unlocking the heavy door you look up to see Melissa, completely confused.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey Mel’ me, y/n. What the hell is this?!” She barrels in holding her phone out.

“What’s going on?” You ask closing the door, confused until you see her screen. wanting to melt away into the air when you see the voicemail you drop your head slowly remembering what you did. “Shit.”

“You can’t tell me you’re in love with me just because you’re jealous or have some crush!” She tells you, moving her hands around like she always does.

“Mel, I was drunk. This doesn’t need to be a thing.” Shaking your head.

“That’s what you said in the message!” She lets out hitting play.

When you hear your own voice you cringe, it could be a lot worse, but it was still bad. Taking your sunglasses off you toss them on the kitchen counter bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose, trying to process the message you’re hearing.

Melissa reaches out tipping your chin up to meet her eyes. When you do you could cry right there. She was so beautiful.

“You could at least look at me after admitting something like that in a voicemail of all things.” Her voice was so soft, a voice not many people got to hear from her especially at work.

“I’m sorry, Mel. Really I am.”

The redhead looks at you biting her lip, her hand gently moving to your cheek. “Ya know I wouldn’t have said yes to Gary if I knew you felt the same way.”

“Wait,” you shake your head, “felt the same way? Meaning you like me back?” You try to work it out taking the new information in.

Melissa smiles at you, a real, bright smile as she strokes your cheek. “Yeah dummy, I thought it was obvious.”

“No!” You laugh reaching out to pull her flush against you. “I thought all my pining was a lost cause after Gary asked you out.”

Giving you a soft smile Melissa wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair.

“He’s not you, hon.”

Looking into her eyes you see nothing but pure love and happiness.

“I’d kiss you but I really need to brush my teeth.”

Melissa laughs gently pulling away playfully swatting your butt.

“Go on, I’ll make you breakfast.”

[blooming-violets]

Hii! Can I request a Joel miller x fem!reader where Abby goes to golf town on reader instead of Joel and Joel is in Ellie’s position watching her get killed. Just utter angst💔🥲thank youuu❤️

An Eye For An Eye || Joel Miller x fem!Reader

A/N: I meant to do this from Joel's pov but somehow ended up in Reader's pov. Enjoy some death! (Also threw in a little Glenn from the Walking Dead winkwinknodnod in there, too)

Fire rained down on the infected as the people surrounding them tossed molotovs over the wrought iron gate. 

The heat of the flames bathed over their skin to push the wintery chill from their bones. 

Joel could feel your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging protectively onto him, as he slowed their horse next to Tommy’s. When your grip didn’t loosen to climb down, he gave your hand a gentle pat of encouragement.

“I don’t like this,” you whispered in his ear. There were too many people. More than you were anticipating. Large groups of strangers were never a good sign. 

His head tilted back towards you, his eyes closing peacefully at the feeling of your cold breath against his cheek, “You worry too much. We saved that woman’s life. It’s fine. We need a place to ride out the storm. Just behave yourself.”

You replied with a quiet laugh. Joel Miller was the king of worrying too much and the master of bad behavior. Who was he to tell you otherwise? 

“You’ve gone soft, grandpa. I blame Ellie,” A kiss was placed to his gray peppered beard before you jumped off the horse. There wasn’t even that big of an age gap between you two but you were still fond of the nickname, simply because it made Joel groan every time he heard it. 

Joel smiled, following you off the horse, “I blame you both. I only have this gray hair because of the shit you two put me through.” 

The moment the garage doors closed to block off the incoming swell of snow flurries, a weight of dread settled in your stomach. You ran a mittened hand over the hind haunches of your horse to wipe away some of the snow in an attempt to help soothe your unease. 

“Hey, I heard you guys saved Abby?” A short haired woman approached you with a warm, but hesitant, smile. “Thanks for bringing her back to us.” 

You looked over and did your best to flash her a smile of your own. Trust had to be built somehow. You might as well try to start here. 

“Oh, yeah. No problem.” You tugged off your mittens, stuffing them in your jacket pocket, and reached out your hand to shake.

“I’m Mel,” she spoke softly. “Nice to meet you.

You returned the greeting. She seemed nice enough. For now. First impressions meant nothing in this world. Everyone could act kind until they weren’t. You’d been fooled one too many times to take that sort of chance again. The moment she let go of the hand shake, she turned to Tommy to repeat her introductions. Your guard was on high alert, trying to take stock of anything you could use as makeshift weapons and plot the best hiding spots. 

Joel slipped his arm around your waist. He could sense your worry and pressed his lips against the side of your head, smelling your hair, as he spoke. 

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled into your hair. “Tommy and I got this covered. We’ll hang out for the night. We can take turns staying awake so someone’s always on watch. Then we’ll be gone in the morning after the storm.”

“That sounds like some famous last words,” you grumbled. 

The three of you were led into the room off of the garage. A large wooden bar sat against the wall and you took note of the half filled bottles of alcohol cluttering the surface. 

“Maybe it won’t be so bad afterall,” you nodded to the drinks, giving Joel a cheeky wink. 

He hid a smile by scratching at his beard and turning to the new people, “What are y’all doing out this way?” 

A man with a baseball cap answered, “Oh, just passing through. You three live nearby?”

Tommy took that as an invitation to invite them back home to restock their gear. As if you wanted these people anywhere near your family. 

It was clear neither party really trusted the other. There was a tension in the air as each individual tried to make sense of the other. Both parties were searching for hidden dangers. Your eyes sought out everyone, studying them, trying to find their strengths and weaknesses. It was Abby quietly conversing with another man in the corner that caused your heart rate to spike. You didn’t like the way they were whispering. From behind, you could tell her body language was tight, nervous. Your stare stayed trained on the pair as they whispered back and forth. Even as they stood quietly in the shadows, trying to appear relaxed, you could tell she was mulling over something in her head. 

Your hand found Joel’s and you gave it a small squeeze. You leaned in closer, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Maybe we’re better off risking it in the snow? We can find some place to stay that’s not here.” 

Before he could reply, Tommy was throwing around more introductions. 

“I’m Tommy,” he announced to the group. He was too calm for your liking. Too friendly. Something was wrong. This wasn’t right. They had to leave. “This is my brother…Joel. And this is his partner-”

You couldn’t hear his introduction of you. You were too busy watching the change in Abby. The entire room fell silent. Her shoulders tensed. Her jaw tightened, flexing subtly as she ground her teeth together. Her back straightened up to attention and she shifted the shotgun in her hands.

You knew it the second Joel did. 

This was bad. 

“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us or somethin’,” he muttered, trying in a last ditch effort to soothe out the peace. His arm instinctively pushed you protectively behind him just as gun shot rang out. 

“That’s because we have,” Abby said as the trigger was pulled. 

You let out a scream of terror, watching Joel yell in pain, his leg shooting out from under him, and tumbling to the ground. 

“Joel!” You collapsed down to his side, throwing your body protectively over his head to block him from any more bullets. 

“No!” Tommy shouted. 

Two men were on him before he could even move. They pinned his arms down, throwing him back against the bar, and struggled to hold him steady while he thrashed wildly against them. You couldn’t help him. You refused to leave Joel. All you could do was watch in horror as Tommy was bashed repeatedly in the top of the head with the grip of a pistol until he went limp. You had no idea if he was dead or knocked out. Thick lines of blood trailed out from under his hairline and waterfalled down his vacant face. 

You reached for the knife hidden in your back pocket. The second someone grabbed your arms, you slashed out, making contact with someone’s cheek. 

But there were too many of them and so little of you. 

The knife was wrestled out of your grasp. You were being dragged away from Joel with two men clamping down tightly to your arms and throwing you up against a window. The back of your head bounded against the glass pane causing a shooting pain to ricochet through your brain. 

“No!” You could hear Joel cry, his voice deep with worry. “Get off her! Don’t fucking touch her!”

He struggled to get up but his leg was useless under him. Blood spurted from his thigh and soaked into his tattered jeans. He tried to take down the person closest to him but all it took was a bullet whizzing by your left ear, instantly deafening that ear, and shattering through the window behind your head for him to stop. 

The howling wind burst through the broken, jagged hole to swirl snow around the room. The cold caught in your lungs, mixing with your panic, to make it difficult to breathe. You gasped for air, eyes watering, as you stared helplessly back at Joel. The look of anguish you found staring back at you was enough to break your heart. He knew you had been right. He knew he should have listened. They couldn’t trust these people. He knew. 

But it was too late. 

It took two men to pin his arms up against the back wall as if they were about to crucify him. His ragged, angry breaths filled the room to meld together with the howling wind. 

“Don’t hurt her,” he panted out with a hiss of pain. “Don’t hurt her. Me. Hurt me. Not her.” 

It was hard to hear him. You reached your hand up to cup over your left ear where the bullet had shot past. You could feel the stickiness of blood leaking from your burst eardrum. Subtly, you tilted your right ear towards him so you could better understand what they were saying. 

Abby had leaned down in front of him. She was breathing nearly as heavily as he was. Fury etched into her every crease and a burning hatred scalded Joel in her sights. 

“Joel Miller,” she whispered. Not asking. Not confirming. A statement.

“Who are you?” He shot back. 

“Guess.” 

Your eyes slipped close with dread. You knew Joel had no idea who this woman was. Joel’s past was filled with all colors of evil. She could have been anyone. It didn’t matter who she was or what Joel had done to her. Everything he’s ever done to survive, every horror, every act of ruthless murder would be flashing before his eyes right this very moment. He could pick any one out at random and it would be enough for someone to want revenge. He didn’t care who she was. She had her reasons and she was probably right for wanting his life. His past was bound to catch up to him eventually. He was just sad you had to be here to bear witness to his end.

The resignation you saw settle slowly onto his face was enough to push the tears stifled in your eyes down your cheeks. 

“Why don’t you say whatever speech you got rehearsed and get this over with,” he spat out at her with a scowl. “I’m the one you want. Neither of them ever did anything to you. They’re innocent and deserve to live. Kill me and be done with it.”

“No!” You cried, begging them for his life. “No! Please. Please. I need him. Please. Don’t do this.” 

Joel turned to your cries and gave you a half hearted smile. If they killed him, the one they were clearly looking for, then there was a chance that you could go free. If there was a chance to save you, he would take it. Always. 

Abby took notice of the look on his face when he stared back at you. She turned between the two of you and a dark smile grew across her face. She stood up, walking from Joel over to you. 

The move was all it took for Joel’s panic to immediately kick in, “Wait, stop! Leave her out of this! I’m the one you want!” 

Abby grabbed a fistful of your hair and jerked your head back to expose your neck. She leered back at Joel, “Do you love her?”

He tried to lunge forward to reach them but was held back by the men. The blood loss from his leg was making him weak. You could see the color paling from his face. His eyes were turning bloodshot. 

“Leave her alone!” He shouted, his voice coming out like a pained roar. “She didn’t do anything to you!”

Abby tossed your head back and walked over to the bag of golf clubs at your side. You watched her browse through each one before pulling out the one she wanted. She held it up to the light from the broken window to admire the view. 

“I said,” she whispered, the sound deadly. “Do you love her?”

A scream of rage ripped out from Joel’s throat, “Yes! Fuckin’ dammit, yes! I love her!”

A look of sorrow flashed across Abby’s face like she wasn’t entirely sure this was the plan she originally wanted to go through with. She down at you with regret, “Then I’m sorry to do this. It’s not your fault. But revenge is revenge. An eye for eye, if you will.” 

You swallowed, eyes widening as you stared at the end of the golf club, realizing exactly what was about to happen but being useless to stop it. 

You were not going to leave this cabin alive. 

“Joel Miller killed someone I loved,” she sighed. “I am going to kill someone he loves.” 

“No!” Joel screamed. From behind Abby, you could see him thrashing violently against the men. He caught one of their hands in his mouth and bit down as hard as he could, mauling his head to the side with a jerk, as the sound of snapping bones echoed through the freezing air. The man shouted in pain as his finger was nearly ripped straight from his hand thanks to the death grip Joel had with his teeth. 

Another gun shot rang out to silence everyone. This time it flew over Joel’s head and the bullet lodged into the back wall. 

“Enough!” Abby shouted. “Hold him down, dammit.”

“Then hurry up and get this over with!” The man standing at your shoulder yelled back. “Before he bites off more of Jordan’s fucking fingers.” 

The sound of your cracking skull was all you could hear as the club came straight down to make perfect contact with the top of your head. You hadn’t even seen her lift it over her to strike. You had been too busy trying to keep Joel in your sights.  

You slumped forward, falling onto your knees and holding yourself up with your arms. 

“Joel,” You mumbled through the delirium setting in. Your brain was rattled. Hot blood washed away your blurring vision until all you could see was red. “Joel…stay…me…with me…stay…”  

Wack. 

Crunch. 

Wack. 

Splash. 

Your breath strained in heaving, gasping wails as your brain function rapidly declined. Blood showered down around you, seemingly falling from the sky like rain drops on a dreary evening. It reminded you of the way rain clings to the leaves to roll down their waxy surface and drip in warm drops down onto your forehead. A pleasant, familiar feeling. If you looked skywards, you wouldn’t see a ceiling, but a forest canopy of wet, green leaves. 

Your arms shook under your weight to hold you up and pushed you back into a kneeling position. Your body swayed on unsteady legs, unable to focus on any one particular part of the room. The socket of your eye had been shattered. Your eye bulged in your head and hung loosely out of your skull. 

You remembered the first time you found Joel. Over a decade ago. Smuggling supplies back and forth into the Boston quarantine zone. He had hated you. Thought you were annoying and never shut up. You’d pester him with a million questions, desperate to learn all his survival techniques. Somehow he never managed to shake you from his gasp. At some point along the way, you had weaseled your way into his hardened exterior and made a home inside his heart. He could complain all he wanted. He enjoyed your company.

Crack.

Your body gave out. You slumped onto your side. 

From this position you could make out the hazy vision of Joel through your one working eye. There were tears streaming down his face. You’d never really seen him cry before. Not like this. His mouth hung open in a scream but you could no longer hear what was being said. You didn’t need to hear to know he was wailing out in agony for you. This was the kind of torture being inflicted on him that was meant to destroy his soul. This was worse than his own death. This was going to break him. 

Oh, Joel. 

He was on his stomach, arm outstretched, desperately trying to reach you. 

You remembered the late nights of sitting around a campfire, with a cup of stale, weak coffee shared between you two, out in the woods. Joel always hated campfires at night. They were dangerous, easy to be seen, but you had convinced him to give it a try just this once. Just long enough to heat up your coffee. The coffee had tasted watery and bitter but his lips tasted sweet and soft. The risk of the fire was worth watching the way the warm orange glow danced across his skin. 

Your fingers twitched out to reach for him. 

If only you could touch him. 

One last time. 

You stretched your arm as far as you could. 

Crack. 

You were reaching blindly. Both your eyes are gone now. No sounds. No sights. No pain. Only Joel.  

In the darkness, you reached for him. 

His calloused tipped fingers brushed across your bloody hand. He was only close enough for your fingertips to reach but they laced together the best you were able. 

A smile flashed onto your dying lips. 

Crack. 

You didn’t need to see him to know him. 

His face exploded behind your blinded vision to greet you in the dark. Always sweaty and covered in dirt. Salt and peppered hair. Eyebrows tugged low in a permanent frown. The slope of his strong nose. Pouted lips peeking out from under his unkempt beard. The frown lines etched into his forehead that would soften whenever he caught sight of you. The warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around your body to keep you safe from the chilly nights. 

His quiet whispers of “I love you” spoke into your ear when he thought you were sleeping. 

He hardly ever said those words out loud to you when you were awake but he never had to. You could see his love through his every action. 

Even now. 

His last act of love he could ever give you was to fight against his restraints and reach far enough for his fingers to graze yours. So you knew you weren’t alone. So he could keep as safe as he was physically able to. 

So he could touch you one last time. 

I love you, Joel Miller. 

Crack.

This was fun a little side step away from my usual beloved Andrew Garfield muse. I don't think I'll write for Joel much in the future. Not because I don't adore him but because I just write for a different fandom and struggle to do both at the same time. But I enjoyed a little peek into some Joel angst for my Sunday afternoon.

[naturesapphic]

Movie night

Melanie martinez x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cussing, fingering, making out, and fluff :)

“Come on y/n/n! I have movie on!” Melanie yelled out to you, her girlfriend, and you came skipping down the stairs and had a cover in your hands. “I’m coming! Do you have the snacks and drinks? I have a cover for us to share and cuddle!” You exclaimed happily and Melanie gave you a big smile in return. “Yeah the snacks and drinks are here babygirl. Come on sit down with me bug.” She urged you as she patted the space on the couch in front of her. You smiled as you went over to her and sat down right on her lap causing her arms to circle your waist and pull you closer to her. You got comfortable in her arms and she grabbed the remote and pressed play.

As y’all were watching the movie, Melanie kept moving her hands all over your body, you thought nothing of it at first but her hands got underneath your shirt and started upwards toward your breasts. “Mfm…m-Mel..?” You questioned and she simply shushed you. “Don’t worry about me bug. Be a good girl and Keep watching the movie.” You let out a small whimper and nodded your head which caused her to smile. After a few moments, her gentle hands came up to your soft breasts and started massaging them in her hands which made you let out a soft gasp. Melanie smirked at your reaction and kept massaging them as you leaned into her body more which gave her access to your neck.

She started placing open mouthed kisses and started pulling on nipples. She kept going and you bucked your hips up which gained Melanie’s attention. “Awww is my little bunny getting needy? Does she need my fingers to fill up her little pussy?” She teased you as she whispered in your ear and you moaned out. “P-please Mel…I need you!” You whined out and kept lifting your hips in the air to get her attention and to chase after any pleasure you can receive. “Well since you asked so nicely…” she stated and gently pushed your hips down with her hands and started rubbing you over your shorts and underwear. You kept making little noises as she continued to rub your pussy and decided that she needed to feel you.

“Lift up your hips for me bug. Let me get these clothes off of you.” She stated and you lifted your hips up as Melanie took your shorts off along with your now soaked underwear. Her fingers immediately went to your soaked lips and pulled them apart gently using her index and ring finger. “Mmm…look how wet you are babygirl…I bet you taste like cherry pie…” she whispered hotly in your ear as she gathered some of your juices on her fingers and lifted them up to her plump lips. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue along her soaked fingers and moaned out. “Fuck baby…you taste so sweet and yummy…I could eat you all day…” she said as she licked the shell of your ear and went down to your neck.

Her fingers went away from your aching clit to your pulsating hole that was practically begging for her fingers. As she sunk her middle finger in your hole, she used her other hand to grab your throat and turn you towards her as she gently shoves her tongue down your throat. You moan into her mouth and bucked your hips up as she started fingering you at a face pace. She started sucking on the wet muscle in your mouth and she added another finger into your aching hole. “Mhmp!” You moaned and she pulled away from your face and gave you a innocent look as she keeps pounding into you. She leans down to where your breast were and gently takes a nipple in her mouth.

She looks up at you with doe eyes as she flicks her tongue over your nipple a few times then goes back to sucking on the hard bud. “Mm’gonna cum! Please!” You begged and she released your nipple from her lips with a loud pop. “Cum.” She stated and went back to your nipple and fingered you at the fastest pace she could go and soon enough you were squirting everywhere and came on her skilled fingers. She continued to pump her fingers in and out a few times to help you calm down and relax from your intense orgasm. She pulls away from your breast and gives you a loving kiss as she pulls her fingers out which made you whimper at the loss of the fullness they gave you. “F-fuck…thank you Mel…” you thanked her breathlessly and she gave you a giddy smile. “Anytime bug. You know I love pleasuring you and making you feel good and plus you taste so damn good!” She giggled out and you joined in with her.

“Well thank you again baby.” You thanked her once again and she gave you a smile back in return. She helped you put back on your shorts and underwear and helped her settle back onto her lap so y’all can finish the movie. You love spending time with you melly, especially when it gets naughty. ( ;) )

A/n: I hope the person who requested this likes it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[nona1323]

AU «Deal with the Time» Chthonic Gods and the Unseen

Hypnos

Hypnos is an exhausted poor guy who is not going to be given a break. The war caught him in its trap one of the first: he was in Oneiros, the Dreamland, when, with the help of Lethe, he felt the return of the Titans, and, reacting to this, chained everyone he could reach in chains of sleep. Obviously, everyone except Chronos.

For Titans, it was a normal dream, but for Hypnos, it was a constant job. And since the Titans are one of the oldest gods, older than Hypnos himself, the Sleep, it turned out to be especially difficult to keep them in a dream, even if they were weakened at that moment. Therefore, Hypnos had to plunge into the very depths of Oneiros, so deep that no one could get in there except the original inhabitants of the Oneiros, at the same time shackling not only the titans, but also himself with chains of sleep.

As a result, this isolated Hypnos from everyone: from the reality with the House of Hades, and from his own children living in the Dreamland. Yes, Hypnos has children. Trio. Morpheus, Phantasos and Icelos (Phobetor). We will tell you more about them in a future post.

The task was also complicated by Iapetus's resistance – he quickly realized that their dream was imposed by force, so he constantly fought. This exhausted Hypnos even more, because making those who do not want to sleep is still a task, Zeus confirms this. The rest of the Titans slept peacefully in ignorance.

When Hypnos has to make a decision about the Chronos deal, in other words, at the start of the AU, he is already exhausted and has difficulty keeping the Titans asleep. Hyp is one of those gods whom the war has left an indelible mark on, having influenced most of all.

Thanatos

Below is an excerpt that allows you to understand how Thanatos perceived the spell cast by Chronos.

«The sand is pouring out of nowhere, attracting everyone's attention. Meg draws the whip, Achilles raises the spear, and Zagreus immediately has a sword in his hands. Thanatos has nothing when the Titan appears on the throne, when a grin cuts through his sharp cheekbones. Death's hands are empty, but he dares not rush away.

Almost all the inhabitants of the House can stand up for themselves: even Dusa is able to fight. Hypnos, in fact, too. But Hypnos is asleep. Right behind him, behind Thanatos's back. It doesn't even twitch from the appearance of the Titan. His twin brother is defenseless, and Thanatos will be damned if he moves even a step away from him. He's ready to fight with his bare hands if he has to.

Chronos just tilts his head lazily, his white eyes sparkling.

– Well, hello.

Bloody gold absorbs everything.

...The screams of millions of voices deafen Thanatos, and he sinks to the ground, covering his ears in a futile attempt to drown them out. This is ridiculous. They're screaming in his head. They cry, they call, they beg. His whole core, his whole essence, is splitting, convulsing.

WRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG–»

As can be seen from this fragment, for Thanatos, less than a second has passed since the appearance of Chronos in the House (capture of the House) and the transition to the events of AU. But this does not mean that further events will not affect him: such a serious imbalance as the absence of the opportunity to reap souls, and the gap that arose with Hypnos, will take their toll. All fans of analyzing the problems of the relationship between twins will like it.

Zagreus

In this universe, Zagreus has already been freed by Melinoë from the sands of Chronos. He's the first and only one Mel has been able to get out of captivity at all at the moment. It is this event that forces Titan (along with the guess about Hypnos' involvement in the brothers' sleep) to decide on an exchange: Chronos is afraid that Melinoe may soon release other prisoners, including Thanatos. Therefore, he decides to play this card before he loses it.

Unlike Tan, Zagreus did not escape unharmed from captivity. According to our headcannons, Zag is not just a god of blood and life, but also a god of rebirth. So, his blood has healing properties. It is also indirectly the reason for the return of the Titans. Therefore, Chronos regularly pulled him out of the pause and took his ichor (most often just cutting off some limb) to regain strength for himself and his brothers. It traumatized the boy a little.

At the time of the events, Zagreus had been free for no more than a month and was still recovering from everything he had experienced. He feels cornered, because he can't help anything, and no one is ready to let him go to war, fearing that he will simply return to the Titan's hands, absurdly dying. (Sorry, Zagreus, but according to the canon, you literally die from standing in magma. And this is not even the most absurd. So... no excuses). Therefore, the boy is depressed and angry, and also afraid for his loved ones. But he met his sister! And soon his lover was returned to him (even if the price is absolutely terrible). So Zag will not sit idly by and will definitely do everything in his power to kick other people's (gods') asses again. Chronos does not know what awaits him.

Melinoë

Melinoe, at the time of the start of AU, is no different from her game version, except that she believes more strongly that her victory over Chronos is already close. And rejoices at the return of her brother!!! Part of her family is finally around. But, unfortunately, the return of the other Titans will greatly throw her back into the field of war. Only now, to Chronos' grief, this will not reduce her tenacity in the least. A stubborn girl will only be ready to kick her grandfather's ass with double zeal, wanting to free her family and a certain god of sleep.

Others

Hecate, Selene, Nemesis, Moros, Eris, Charon and etc are identical to their game versions at the time of the events of the second part.

The exact status of Alecto and Tisiphone for the Unseen is unknown. It is assumed that they were also among the prisoners of Chronos, even though Melinoe did not see them or Nyx during the rescue of Zagreus; the Unseen believe that they are most likely imprisoned elsewhere, like Hades or Fates

Masterpost AU "Deal with the Time" here

Information about Titans here

The description of the au is here

(English is not my native language, sorry for the mistakes)

[littlehypnone]

Please would you maybe write a ficlet about Phantom being cared for after he drops to be tinier than usual after a meltdown, if you have the time and brain space?

this one is a bit messy, sorry if some sentences don't make much sense

925 words, tiny phantom (they/them) having a meltdown, cg mama dew, happy sleepy ending

Everything was wrong, everything was just going wrong and Phantom was done.

He woke up too hot, the sheets were all tumbled up, his hair was so tangled it hurt when he tried to run a hand through it, his favorite bat plushie fell to the floor, there was light abusing his eyes from a space between two curtains. When he actually got up he couldn’t find the clothes he wanted and everything else was extremely uncomfortable. It was itchy and tight and it felt bad and he hated it.

Phantom got dressed in the best clothes he could find. A lesser evil, he thought. He padded to the kitchen. There was a mess in the sink, his mug amongst the dirty dishes and the countertop was sticky. He couldn't find his cocoa powder and all the rummaging through the shelves made his ears hurt, it was way too loud. It was barely ten o’clock in the morning and he was already about to cry.

Then the rest of the pack slowly piled into the commons, finding him curled around his plushie in a tight ball on the couch. Without his cocoa. Their footsteps were loud, their voices were loud, they turned on too bright lights and too loud and bright television.

Phantom’s last straw turned out to be Aether slipping in the kitchen—who left it so messy all over?—and dropping a metal pot onto the tiles. The noise made Phantom wail, clutching his shaking hands to his ears as he tenses impossibly more. Now the pack finally noticed the quintessence ghoul’s distress, but it was a bit too late, he was already having a meltdown.

Phantom was dropping, fast and sudden, tears that had been welling in their eyes for a few hours now finally spilling down their cheeks. They didn’t register being covered in a nicely smelling, fluffy blanket or the whole pack, apart from Dewdrop, leaving the room.

It got quiet. It finally got quiet.

It was around twenty minutes later that Phantom’s eyes cleared a bit and Dewdrop could do something, anything. He knew the quintessence ghoul went tiny, the whole pack knew them and had gone through enough of their meltdowns to know what to do. Or rather what to not do.

“Hey, baby,” Dewdrop said quietly, gently trying to get Phantom’s attention. They blinked slowly, big eyes looking at the fire ghoul and finally seeing him, too.

Phantom whined pathetically and wiggled their fingers—their little version of grabby hands. “You want me to hold you, batling?”

“Mmm… ma…”

“Gotcha,” the fire ghoul smiled and wrapped his arms around Phantom, dragging them into his lap. They didn’t settle, though, kept squirming and pulling on their clothes clumsily. “Bad clothes, hm? Let’s get you changed, then.”

Dewdrop picked Phantom up and settled them so they rested mostly against his hip, face hidden in the other’s neck. They went to the quintessence ghoul’s bedroom and Dew—still holding them—dug around for the soft comfy pj’s he knew Phantom preferred when little and after a meltdown.

Once found, Dewdrop laid them down on the bed, but that caused some more squirming, batting at the sheets and whining. “Not here, I guess. That’s alright, batling.”

He hauled them up once again and left to go for his own room, hoping that would satisfy the little ghoul. He’d go from room to room, try them all a thousand times, if that’s what it’d take to get Phantom to calm down and get comfortable.

There was no need to do all that this time, though. Phantom squealed happily and started up a little purr when they were placed in Dewdrop’s bed, still warm from the night. This time when they squirmed and wiggled in the sheets it was to get buried in them a bit, not to get out.

“There we go, happy little baby,” the fire ghoul chuckled, pleased with how Phantom was coming out of the meltdown. They’d stay tiny for the rest of the day, maybe even wake up small the next day, too, but they could be in that nice space, not the icky one. That was Dewdrop’s goal.

Dewdrop got them dressed in the comfortable pj’s, sending a text to the group chat at some point, and crawled into the bed himself. He pulled Phantom into his lap, cradled them in his arms, close to his chest, and started purring, knowing that would do wonders in soothing the little ghoul.

“Ma,” Phantom voiced their contentment before their own purr started back up. Dewdrop smiled, convinced he wasn’t going to escape being a mama now that Phantom picked it up too. The fire ghoul wouldn’t complain, though. He liked it, actually.

The door opening quietly interrupted his thought and Swiss peeked his head in, presenting a bottle he brought for Phantom. He gave it to Dewdrop with a sympathetic wink and left.

“Are you asleep, batling?” he asked, getting a yawn in return. “Not yet, gotcha. Got you some chocolate milk, baby.”

Dewdrop tapped the nipple of the bottle against Phantom’s mouth and slipped it in when the quintessence ghoul parted their lips. They sucked gently and started purring louder when the sweet milk hit their taste buds. “Good little ghoul, drink up.”

They didn’t finish the bottle, starting to doze off around the half of it. When drops of the milk started spilling from the corners of Phantom’s lips Dewdrop replaced the bottle with a soother and readjusting his hold on them once more, let Phantom get a well deserved rest.

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 3: 𝙈𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1

Trigger warnings (DL, DNI): Mistress kink, semi-public sex, Top Mel bottom Reader, legal age gap

Genre: Smut

A/n: I got this idea at taekwondo class so deal with it-

Word count: 4.4k

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Sweat dripping down your face, legs shaking in slight pain as you held up your side kick at the mirror in your martial arts studio, still keeping a bright smile as to not let the kids you were teaching get discouraged.

"So it's actually using the side of your foot!" You explain, lifting your arm as your pointer finger slides across the side of your foot that was currently kicking.

After you got a job at Abbott Elementary as Vice-Principal (to somewhat help Ava's incompetence), your usual workout routine had changed significantly thanks to your new lack of free time you had used for exercising. This caused you to have to get your daily training in at the martial arts studio you worked at for fun.

Working out was always incredibly fun for you, and you always tried to get the teachers at Abbott into starting your martial art. But Janine didn't really have an interest in it, Jacob loathed any form of exercising that wasn't his daily run, Gregory didn't like working out with other people and messing up his routine, Ava would only come if she got a date with a hot guy with abs, Barbara thought she was too old, and Melissa...well...you never asked her.

You knew that you shouldn't ask, so you didn't. Seeing Melissa Schemmenti either turn you down in front of everyone and hate you or accepting your offer and having to see the beautiful woman covered in sweat and looking somehow even more alluring? Neither seemed like a good option in your mind.

You knew that if she started working out there thanks to your offer, you'd have to teach her and everyone else, and you wouldn't be able to teach any of them thanks to your massive love for the older woman.

"Master Y/n?" One of your green-belt students, Quaheir, asked, snapping you out of your slight 5 second trance.

Your head quickly darted over to face the little kid, a small understanding yet curious smile forming upon your lips as he looked up at you.

"Yeah kid?" You asked, lowering your leg as to focus fully on any questions the kids might have and to also help with the form of their kicks.

"Am I doing this right?" He asked, pointing to his very sloppy sidekick.

"Not quite! But you're almost there," You chuckled at the innocence yet determination in each of the kids faces. "I'm gonna adjust your leg alright?" You said, to which the kid nodded as you moved his leg into the correct position.

"So it's actually just like-" You were cut off by another master whispering in your ear.

"Y/n, go to the front office, there's a parent here and I think she needs help," He said, to which you quickly nodded and ran to the front office, making sure to bow before you left the mat.

You walked inside of the front office through the back door of the camp room as to grab a few papers for what you thought may be the problem.

"Sorry for the wait! Master Daniel told me you had a problem with...something..." You trailed off at the sight of no one other than the one and only Melissa Schemmenti.

"Y/n?" The older woman asked, obviously confused as she looked you up and down.

"Melissa?" You responded before awkward silence filled the room which was mainly with you being too embarked to speak over the fact that she saw you all sweaty.

"W-What did you need help with ma'am?" You managed to choke out after a minute, your eyes darting to the desk as you sat down on the chair.

Melissa rolled her eyes with a slight dismissing smile.

"You don't need to call me Ma'am, Melissa is fine and you know it," She said, standing as she looked around the front office. "Anyway...I was wondering how I could help my nephew with extra training?"

That made you choke on your water, her nephew went here? How did she not know you taught here on the side then?

"Oh yes! We do offer extra training on Saturdays after black belt training classes!" You smiled, trying to blow off the fact that you had just done quite the odd action.

"Oh that's actually perfect, I'll be able to drop him off here then," The green-eyed woman in front of you replied, grabbing her phone out of her bra to text Kristin-Marie.

You blushed softly, eyes going to update your schedule as you tried to brush away the thoughts about her bra and how you wished you were the one touching her.

"What are you doing?" Melissa quirked an eyebrow at the sight of you just staring at the paper. "Some sort of invisible language on there?" She tried to joke, licking her lips as she crossed her arms.

"O-Oh- Apologies Ma- I mean Melissa," You muttered as a reply, hands quickly writing down the schedule. "So the extra classes are about twent-"

You were cut off by the redhead pulling a couple twenties and tossing them on the table.

"Sold~" She said with a slight smirk, only making you blush even more as she walked out of the office.

You had no clue what got into this woman, you knew her to be aggressive and tough and maybe a little cock, but she was rarely flirty unless it was towards Gary.

Little did you know how much the older woman was blushing as she left the building and retreated to her car. The sight of you in such a uniform and with sweat down your face was just too hot for her and her stupid libido.

"God damn it Y/n..." She muttered.

She always knew she liked you in a romantic and even sexual way, but God were those feelings increased when she saw you in your uniform and black belt. Your beautiful yet not intimidating face being covered in sweat from helping kids and doing the workouts yourself certainly didn't help.

The older woman turned on her car, fumbling with the radio as she put on some classic 70's music to try and drown out how attracted to you and turned on she was.

Meanwhile you sat in the front office, face buried in your hands as you tried so hard to stop your legs from kicking like an excited child.

"Look I for one admire black actors and I consider myself an ally to the black community, but I think Denzel Washington isn't all that great!" Jacob said, tucking into his breakfast sandwich he had brought from home, about to speak once again before the door to the room swung open.

"Did you guys know that Y/n is a teacher at that martial arts school near the cheesesteak spot?" Melissa asked everyone as she walked into the teachers lounge with an aggressive walk.

"Woah!" Jacob, Janine, and Gregory all exclaimed at the same time, putting their hands up in the air as to show their lack of wanting a violent conflict between them and the redhead.

Barbara just looked up at Melissa along with a couple of other teachers, looking back down as they've seen her angrier and weren't really fazed.

"Why are you upset about it? And yeah we knew, they asked all of us to join the school so she could hang out with us more! Didn't she ask you too?" Janine reasoned, which only made Melissa more confused.

"What? No! H-How'd she-?!" Melissa sighed, plopping herself on the chair she always sat at next to Barbara, who was reading her Bible. "Did you know about this Barb?" She asked the kindergarten teacher, rubbing her forehead as she sipped her coffee that she had from at home.

"Oh yeah, she asked all of us, poor Y/n, I wish I could have gone. I knew I was too old but I didn't think everyone else would deny their offer," Barbara sighed, closing her Bible as to face the redhead. "I don't know why she wouldn't ask you, you're a fighter, you would have said yes,"

"I know whyyyyy~" Mr Johnson said with a smirk as he entered the room with his janitorial supplies.

"Well? Answer before I shove that mop so far up your ass that the strings become your tongue," Melissa growled, looking at the old man who had just entered the room.

"Well first, why don't you tell us why youre so upset that you didn't know~?" He smirked, wiggling his eye brows as he emptied the trashcan in the room.

Melissa placed down her coffee mug with a massive blush. "You've got to be kidding me..." She mumbled, sighing as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Look I just-"

"Wait- Let me guess, you probably saw them in their uniform all hot and sweaty and you got all flustered?" The janitor smirked.

"How the hell did you know? Are you working with the feds?!" Melissa exclaimed, looking up at Mr Johnson as he stood there smirking. "Did one of youse guys decide to film me out of school?" She asked with an angry tone, pointing a nearby plastic fork at each of the camera men, making them all internally shudder from how scary the redhead was.

"I heard through the Janitoral news outlet," He shrugged vaguely,

"What the hell is the Janitoral news outlet?" Gregory muttered to Janine, giving a side eye towards the cameras as to ask them the same question.

Janine also side eyed the camera, and she whispered back to Gregory.

"It's the Mr Johnson way of saying he has his ways and to not question it," The shorter woman replied, to which both of the teachers stared at the camera before turning back to Mr. Johnson.

"Now you wanna tell me why they never told me?" The redhead growled, eyes rolling as her cheeks became laced with more blush.

"It's because they like youuuu~ And they didn't want to see you all hot and sweaty cause it'd distract them from their teaching," Mr Johnson smirked, walking out of the room only for his spot to be filled by Ava.

"What's going on in here? Don't tell me I missed more drama, and if I did yall better tell me what it's about," She said as she strutted in, waving her freshly manicured pointer finger at the teachers in the lounge.

No response.

"Actually, nevermind, I'll get Y/n to give it to me," Ava shrugged, grabbing her coffee as she poured a giant streamline of sugar from a nearby packet into the liquid.

As you walked down the hallway, you heard your name being called by Ava as she noticed you walking by the teachers lounge.

"Hey girl get your silly ass in here! I need you to collect drama from these teachers since they won't tell me what the hell is going on," Ava said, eyes not meeting yours as she stired a straw in her cup to mix around the particles in the cup.

You tilt your head, your hand rubbing your neck uncomfortably as you chuckled nervously.

"Oh okay!" You smiled as you looked around the room, not wanting to deny your boss's request while also not wanting to accidentally increase any drama, not knowing that you and Melissa were the subject of said drama.

"So... ehe...what's the drama that Ava wants to know about...?" You asked with a slight stutter in your voice, rubbing your neck a bit more forcefully, your eyes trying to avoid Melissa as much as possible once you had seen that she was already there.

"I don't know what drama Ava is talking about," Melissa scoffed, rolling her eyes which somehow got you even more flustered.

"Oh I see, then I'll be on my way, see you guys at lunch!" You smiled quietly, taking that excuse as your only chance to leave and waving goodbye with a shaky hand as you quickly darted out of the room.

Avoiding Melissa the rest of the week was hard, you didn't even know why you were doing it! You just couldn't get over how embarrassed you felt everything you were around the older redhead.

But you knew you couldn't avoid her for long, not only had she probably tracked down where you had been going for lunch everyday, but she was bringing her nephew to a private martial arts class that only you were teaching.

It didn't make matters any better when your car broke down in front of the school when it was only just you and Melissa left on the campus.

"Fuck..." You muttered, putting your head on your hands as you sighed, leaning on the car while shutting your eyes in frustration knowing you'd have to ask your stupid school girl crush for help.

Luckily for you, the redhead was only a few parking spots away and had just left the building.

"Y/n? You good?" Melissa asked, walking over to you as she noticed your frustrated expression, trying to ignore her urge to ask where the hell you had been and why you had been avoiding her for the past week

You shook your head in dismay, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"No...my stupid ass car broke down," You mumbled just loud enough for the woman to hear, causing her to walk over and wrap a hand around your waist.

"Here I'll take you to the studio, we are both going there are we not?" She smirked as to try and get you to laugh, but only managed to make you blush like a schoolgirl who just got asked to play spin the bottle with her crush.

You nodded, sitting down in Melissa's car as she opened the door before she got in on her side, a hand sliding to your thigh as she turned on the car, the sounds of the 70s radio filing your ears before it suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, I'm a little old," The redhead blushed, turning off the radio as she pulled out of her parking space before putting her hand back on your thigh.

You quickly switched it back on, and you quickly shot a soft smile in the woman's direction.

"No please dont apologize, if you like it, keep it on!" You beamed, your endearing smile making the woman who was currently holding your thigh blush a bit harder.

Melissa reciprocated the smile much to your surprise, and you two sat in the car in peaceful silence, your hand creeping up to caress Melissa's as a silent gesture of gratitude for her kindness.

Once you two got back to Melissa's house where her nephew was, who you recognized as one of your more troublemaker students, Wilson, the three of you finally headed to to studio, beginning to finally all talk to each other.

"So you're dating Y/n huh Aunt Melissa?" Wilson asked with a fat smirk on his face.

Before you could even say anything, you were cut off by your co worker speaking in a very stern voice.

"Master Y/n, you will respect them, won't you hon?" She asked, not in a scary way but in a 'I mean business' way. "And no, we aren't dating,"

The blond nodded, looking out the window at that passing trees as you and Melissa began to talk.

"You know, you look really nice in your uniform hon," The redhead complemented you before realizing something. "Hey don't you need it for the class?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the complement you didn't think was true.

"It'll be just us, I'll be able to get away with wearing a spare summer one, " You explained, squeezing Melissa's hand slightly as she went back to resting it on your thigh.

"Yeah...you guys are 100% not dating," Wilson scoffed with a smirk, to which the both of you gave the young man a death glare that shut him up.

Once you guys had finally arrived, you sat Melissa down on the bench where she could watch and you gave her a clipboard incase she had any work to do before you went into the camp room to get changed.

Wilson turned around and looked at his aunt, a small pure smile forming on his face instead of his usual cocky smirk.

"You really like them don't you?" He asked Melissa, to which the older woman replied with just a simple sigh.

"You could say that..." She responded.

"You know they're single right?" The blond reminded his aunt as he began to stretch.

"I know I just-" Melissa tried to reply before the sound of you coming out from the other room emerged.

"Hey, you ready to get started?" You asked Wilson, walking onto the mat as you revealed just what you looked like in the summer uniform to Melissa, making the green-eyed woman look away as to not accidentally start staring at your figure.

Wilson nodded, and the two of you quickly began on working on different types of kicks and forms, focusing all your attention on helping the kid improve, meanwhile Melissa had all her attention you.

She looked at you with love in her eyes, and she simply just knew she was in love with you the moment you had indirectly shown her how good you were with kids for the first time.

Sure, she always thought you were endearing when the kids would gush about you being a cool vice principal, but this was different in some way. She didnt just want you to be her partner. She wanted you to be hers. The more she looked at you, the more she just wanted to kiss your lips and make you feel amazing.

Little did she know you felt the same way.

The older woman always capitavted you with how she carried herself when she was going through different emotions, how she helped kids who seemed helpless, just everything about the redhead truly made you feel like a fan gushing over the newest celebrity.

"Hey its time to go," You heard an unfamiliar voice say as you helped the kid next to you with his roundhouse kicks.

"Excuse me, who are you?" You asked sternly, putting yourself in front of Wilson.

"I'm his mother, Kristin Marie? Do you not remember me you big bimbo?" The blonde woman asked you, giving you a second before you finally recognized her when Melissa stood up.

"Kristin I said it ended at 6:30 not 5:30 you dumbass," Melissa sighed in annoyance.

"Oh my god- I must have made a mistake of some sort I-" You tried to apologize, before Melissa cut you off by pressing her finger to your lips while still facing her sister.

"Youse can leave if you want to, but you and that lazy eye are paying me back," She said sternly before watching Kristin Marie and Wilson leave,

You sighed, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"I'm so sorry Melissa I'll get you a refund I didn't know that she would show up," You explained, leaning back on the wall before getting back up again to fsce the red head woman who had now also stood up from her seat on the bench.

"No need to do that hon, you can just teach me," Melissa shrugged, tossing off her coat at shoes perfectly on a chair with a slight smug smirk that made you feel absolutely soaked in your underwear.

"Are you sure...?" You asked nervously, anxious about having to get close to the woman.

"Mhm, y'know I would have done it with you earlier had you had just asked me and not everyone else," She crossed her arms, licking her lips for good measure as she looked you up and down which somehow made you feel even more turned on.

You chuckle nervously, brushing off the comment before speaking again.

"So what do you want to learn?" You asked with a smile.

"Why don't you show me your...hmm...how about your roundhouse kick?" Melissa replied,

"Uh okay?" You said with a confused and curious tone evident in your vocals.

You got into a kicking stance, before throwing a somewhat hard roundhouse kick at Melissa, only for the older woman to grab your kicking leg and pinning you onto the wall, cupping your face tightly with her other free hand as she continued to lift up your leg.

"Eep...!" You squeaked, blushing massively as you looked away, not wanting to fight back. "M-Melissa...what are you doing?" You whimpered, confused by the sudden boldness of the woman pinning you against the wall.

"I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to slap me, push me away, or whatever you want to do...alright?" She asked before slamming your lips together, "But I don't think you'll refuse this..."

You knew what she meant, and all you wanted was what you were doing now.

You cupped her face with one of your hands, wrapping the other around her waist and up her shirt to tug on her bra.

"Want you..." You mumbled, looking at Melissa with pleading eyes as your thighs rubbed together to create any kind of friction to get some pleasure from.

"Need you..." Was all Melissa replied, taking off your shirt and admiring your sweaty yet toned body from all the working out.

The older woman wasted no time at the thought that this was her chance to finally make you feel as good, as good as you had always made her feel when you were stuck in her head on those lonely nights with just her and her fingers. She quickly began to nop at the skin on your neck, leaving hickeys trailed across your most sensitive spots which only left you more of a moaning mess.

"God your moans are so intoxicating, it's beautiful," Melissa praised you, her eyes trailing your figure as she slid off your pants and shoved you down onto your knees. "And Jesus Christ Y/n, you look so hot all sweaty and tired from a workout...it just makes me want to make you have a whole other type of workout,"

She quickly also sat down on a collection of mats in front of you and spread her legs, turning you a bright red color.

"You may be a master here, but tonight I'll be your mistress..." She smirked, pulling your hair softly towards her as you eagerly took off her pants and slid them away from her body, selfishly burying your mouth into the woman's cunt, but not before you slid off her panties using your teeth only.

You whimpered softly as your tongue met the woman's pussy, she tasted so addicted and you wanted more, you wanted to keep hearing her praises and moans that left her lips.

"Nygh...yeah angel, you're doing good, keep going..." She moaned as the shock waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.

You continued to eat the woman out with pure passion with each movement your body made, obscene and lewd slurping and licking noises filling the room you usually got your energy or frustration out in other ways.

"Mistress...you taste so good..." You muttered, eyes looking up to meet Melissa's sweaty and blush covered face.

"Complement me later hon, make me cum first," She replied in a demanding tone, her eyes looking down at you before they rolled back into her head from the pleasure.

You nodded and continued to flick at her clit, sliding two of your fingers inside of the redheads beautiful pussy as she moaned loudly from how good you were making her feel.

"Fuck yes~! Angel I'm close don't stop~!!" Melissa exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand as the other kept a tight hold on your head so that you wouldn't stop.

You continued to slurp up all of her cum as Melissa moaned out her orgasm for a couple more minutes, only to be stopped when Melissa pushed you down stomach first into the air.

You let a whimper escape your lips at the loss of warmth and sudden feeling of hitting the mat below you, your mouth and chest were covered in Melissa's doing, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mistress...what are you going to do?" You asked with a pleading yet curious tone.

Melissa smirked and slapped her hand across your ass, making you moan loudly at the sudden sting.

"Ass up," She demanded, still keeping her soft voice that she only used for you.

You did as told, and were immediately met with the reward of three of Melissa's fingers entering your tight hole.

You managed to choke out a moan as a string of profanities and whimpers left you lips, your pussy engulfing Melissa's fingers as tightly as possible, making it slightly harder for Melissa to move faster.

"Damn princess, you are tight...aren't you baby?" She asked as she sped up the pace of her fingers that were pumping into your pretty hole

You nodded, loud moans and cries of ecstacy leaving your mouth as you felt your climax coming.

Melissa smirked as her fingers felt themselves becoming harder to move thanks to your approaching orgasm, and she just curled them perfectly so that they hit your g-spot, making you scream out her name.

"MELISSA PLEASE!" You screamed, only to met with another slap to your ass.

"Mistress." She corrected you, continuing to smirk as she knew you're climax was coming.

"I'M SORRY MISTRESS PLEASE JUST DONT STOP!" You exclaimed, tears beginning to fall from your eyes and onto the mat below.

"I'm not Angel, go ahead and come for me, I want to taste you all over my fingers," She cooed, rubbing your reddened ass with her other hand that wasn't inside you.

You wasted no time after hearing that, and you just lost all composure as you let out a loud moan and fell perfectly on the mat as you came, Melissa sliding her fingers out of her as you did so.

The red head licked her fingers clean of your cum before pulling you up and putting you on her lap, rubbing your pussy in circles to help soothe the ache you had from such a huge climax.

"Did I make you feel good Angel?" Melissa asked, occasionally bringing her hand up to her mouth to lock off the sticky mess that had collected onto her fingers.

"M-Mhm..." You mumbled, burying your face in her shoulder as you blushed softly.

"So now do you wanna ask me to work out with you?" The green-eyed woman teased,

You nodded very admitally, and you shoved your face in her breasts as if they were pillows.

"I dont know why I didn't sooner..."

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 25 - Musique]

• Musique (French, music)

Warnings: nightmares, lotsa comfort, they share a really lovely moment, Jimin acts like a jealous dick though, like my dude it’s not that deep take a chill pill, she also does some stupid overthinking hahahelpher

Wordcount: 7.6k

a/n: idk what to say man, i just love this lil family so much

Someone is whispering your name. Over and over and over again. Louder and louder. You open your eyes. No. You are back in that corridor. That hallway you find yourself in each time you fall asleep. Dark walls, dark floors, sparse lighting and so much blood. Blood on the walls, the ceilings, all over the floor. Barely any air as panic controls you. There are figures in the shadows. Right at the end of the endless corridor. You can’t see their face, but you know that they are human. Or at least it pretends to be. Your name again and again and again. You try to shield it by covering your ears. The figure moves. Closer. You stumble back. Closer. Why is it moving? It never moved before. Why is it moving? Closer. It isn’t supposed to move! Closer. No! Wake up! Closer. Wake the fuck up!

You open your eyes. Your body is unmoving, looking unaffected while your heart is racing unbearably. You are awake again. You must have fallen asleep whilst reading. The book has slipped off your chest. Did this really just happen? The figure moved. It came closer to you. It shouldn’t have moved. It never did so before. You look around your room. Shadows hide most of it from you. You turn on the lights. The darkness disappears but the fear remains. The figure moved. It actually moved.

"I can’t stay here", you get out as you flee from the scary loneliness. You want to find the others. Doesn’t really matter who, as long as they make reality feel real again. No more shadows and panic. Just real people being with you.

You find Yoongi and Jungkook first. Yoongi is showing Jungkook something on the guitar. He softens his play when he can hear you come inside the sitting room. Jungkook turns, sniffling vigorously.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

Yoongi shifts his eyes to him and then begins sniffling. Just a second later he furrows his brows.

So they can smell that you are upset. Amazing. 

“Can I be here with you?” you ask them. 

“Of course you can”, they say at the same time.

And while Jungkook adds a “what happened?” at the end. Yoongi chooses to go with “come here, love.”

You appreciate both options dearly.

“I just don’t wanna be alone”, you say.

“I see. Well, Yoongi’s teaching me more stuff on the guitar. You can listen to me fail miserably at the bridge.”

He makes you snicker.

“You’re not failing miserably, Koo-ah. You’re practicing”, Yoongi says, handing the guitar back to the younger vampire, “start from the beginning.”

And while Jungkook starts from the very top, you settle next to them. You left Meredith’s place three nights ago and are currently staying in one of Taehyung’s farms in the Italian countryside close to the Alps. Namjoon was sighted in this area and Taehyung’s place was the perfect place to stay at for now. Secluded, quiet and with enough rooms to spare that everyone could sleep comfortably. The sitting room was small and homely. A piano was in front of a shelf of books and a big window. A good amount of floor space separated the couch and desk from it. Said desk was located right next to the couch so that you could sit at it whilst being close to Yoongi and Jungkook. 

It feels so much better to sit in their presence. The nightmare of before begins to feel far away and unreal the longer you are with them. There still lingers a painful, dark lump deep in your belly and it probably won’t leave for a long time, but at least you don’t feel so helpless against the shadow anymore. It can’t reach you for as long as you here in the real world with them. 

There was a pen and some paper on the desk. You begin doodling on it as Jungkook’s play accompanies you. Their hushed conversation occasionally interrupts the melodies, followed by a repetition of the part Jungkook had messed up. Each time it sounds better than before. You like listening to them talk. Yoongi talks so tenderly to Jungkook and in return Jungkook speaks with so much gentleness. Their voices never reach their full volume, staying at a level which feels relaxing to listen to. You are starting to get droopy because of it. Drawing becomes so incredibly relaxing.

It just so happens that tension returns when Taehyung followed by Jimin enter the room. You can sense it instantly, Yoongi is tense, as is Jungkook. You lift your eyes, coming face to face with their crotches before lifting your head.

“___ I need to talk to you”, Jimin says.

Yoongi is on his feet instantly, pressing himself between you and Jimin. Jimin scowls in distaste, darkening his eyes at the older vampire.

“It’s alright, hyung”, Taehyung says, stepping in between them, “we come in peace, I promise you.”

“I know you do, it’s him I don’t trust.”

Jimin frowns.

“Take my word for it, he wants no harm”, Taehyung assures him.

“It’s okay Yoongi”, you say, tugging at his sleeve.

“Fine”, Yoongi gives in, retreating back to his sitting spot, “I’m keeping an eye on you, Park Jimin”, he warns.

“Yeah whatever”, Jimin dismisses him, changing his gaze to you. He stares at you without saying anything.

You lower your pen, “what do you want?”

“I wanted to-”, he stops himself, groaning loudly.

“Okay? Good for you?” you say, turning away to return to your drawings.

“No. Look at me, you fucking idiot”, Jimin hisses, earning himself a look from you, “okay fine, fine. Fine. Urgh”, he rolls his eyes, “I’m sorry that I forced you to drink my blood”, he says, “there. Is that good?” he is talking to Taehyung.

“Wow, so genuine”, you say sarcastically, “I feel so moved.”

“Don’t give me- shut your-”

“Jimin”, Taehyung interrupts him, “you told me that you would be truthful.”

Jimin glances at him, rolling his eyes.

“Fine. I’m sorry for forcing you and for blackmailing you and for basically risking your life. I shouldn’t have done that and I see now that it was wrong”, he says in one breath, looking at Taehyung for approval afterwards.

“And?” Taehyung stresses.

“And I’m sorry for being sassy about it”, he says to Yoongi, “you have all the right to be angry.”

“I want to murder you slowly”, Yoongi answers him in a cold voice.

Jimin blinks at him in bafflement, taking a step back. 

“But I won’t”, Yoongi finishes his sentence, “just as I won’t forgive you. You’re an awful person Park Jimin and one day, Taehyung will realise it too and you will lose the only person still willing to keep up with your shit. And when that day comes, I will bathe in your misery.”

“You’re dramatic, aren’t you?” Jimin murmurs, cocking his right eyebrow up.

“No. I’m not. I’m realistic. You think Namjoon made you the way you are?” Yoongi scoffs, “he’s not here anymore and yet you’re still awful. You’re just a shit person, that’s what you are”, he says, looking back at Jungkook, “you’re doing well, Kookie. Your finger placement is getting better and better”, he speaks softly, reaching out to caress Jungkook’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“You think so? I feel so silly doing…”

Their conversation fades into the background as you are busy, looking at Jimin and Taehyung. 

Taehyung nudges Jimin again. 

“What?” the latter hisses.

“Say it”, Taehyung whispers.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, you promised.”

Jimin stomps his foot like a little boy, pulling a grimace of disgust.

“Say it”, Taehyung stresses with angry eyes.

“Fine”, Jimin gives in with a groan, flitting his eyes to you. “I’ll try to do better from now on”, he murmurs, looking so not at all happy about having to speak.

“You will?”

“Yes, I won’t drink your blood anymore or force you to drink mine and I also won’t try to….insult Yoongi.”

“I’ll still insult you, bastard”, Yoongi murmurs.

“You know what, you little shi-”

“Jimin”, Taehyung interrupts him, “you promised.”

“He called me a bastard.”

“Cause you are”, Yoongi throws back, locking eyes with Jimin.

They are equally angry, lost in the most intense staring battle known to mankind.

“You’re a bastard too”, Jimin growls, “and your nose looks-”

“Okay, that’s enough”, Taehyung steps in between, “Jimin, take a walk.”

“No?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I tell you so.”

Jimin groans, “fine, I’m taking a walk. Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

And with that he turns around and stomps out of the room. The living room door falls closed loudly. The front door follows seconds later.

Taehyung turns, carrying a grimace of awkwardness.

“Well, this is embarrassing. I thought that he would truly try”, he says.

“That’s very sweet of you, Tae. Thank you for talking to him”, you say.

“I’m surprised he listened to you”, Yoongi murmurs, attention still on Jungkook.

“I took your words to heart. I am no mouse.”

Yoongi lifts his eyes, lips curling into a proud, barely there smile.

“You aren’t”, he says, painting a smile to Taehyung’s face.

“I’m so confused. What does this mean?” you murmur, looking between them.

“There is one person in this room who still deserves my apology however”, Taehyung says, “Jungkook.”

The latter messes up his play, fingers tightening around the guitar neck.

“I know that what I did to you was awful and unforgivable, but I wanted to apologize nonetheless.”

Jungkook turns his head, jaw tense and eyes cold in anger.

“I’m so sorry. You weren’t just a distraction. You never were and I felt awful saying those words to you. I still feel awful.”

“So why did you?” Jungkook spits.

“Because I was scared that if I didn’t push you away, Jimin would have done so for me. And that would have ended way worse.”

“I can handle a Year One reborn vampire, trust me”, Jungkook throws back, “you don’t have to protect me.”

“I know, but I still felt as if I had to.”

“Well, you hurt me way more than Jimin ever could have because you thought that you needed to protect me.”

“I’m sorry. I truly am.”

Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip in contemplation, eyes running up and down Taehyung’s frame.

“I’m so sorry”, Taehyung whispers.

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums and nods his head in acknowledgement, “thanks.”

“Not at all”, Taehyung exclaims, hurrying to sit down next to him, “you deserve to know.”

Jungkook cranes his neck, “why are you sitting so close?” he says with slight flustered disgust.

“He’s got the tendency to do that. I think it’s a tactic of his”, Yoongi murmurs.

“No, it is solely because I enjoy to be close to you”, Taehyung throws back, grinning boyishly.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, Jungkook looks back at the guitar. 

“Where were we, hyung?” Jungkook murmurs.

“Place your fingers like this”, Yoongi tells him, fixing the position of his fingers, “let’s start from the beginning, yeah?”

“Yeah okay”, Jungkook says, acting oh so busy by beginning to play the guitar whilst Yoongi acts oh so busy by watching him play.

You snicker, exchanging a look with Taehyung. Those two are so similar sometimes.

Taehyung leans closer to you, resting his chin on the table.

“Darling?” he asks cutely, looking up at you with big puppy eyes.

“Yes, Tae?”

He places something metal on the table and grins, pulling his hand away to reveal your ring to your eyes.

“My ring?” you gasp.

Taehyung giggles, “yes, I never got the chance to give it back to you.”

“Tae, thank you”, you say, gazing down at him.

He smiles shyly, nudging your hand with his fingers, “may I put it on for you?”

“About that”, you begin, present your hand to him.

Taehyung’s eyes flit to the ring on your finger.

“Huh?” he lets out.

“Yoongi made it for me. It’s made especially for me so it can’t slip off”, you explain.

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and sneaks a glance at Yoongi. The latter is looking at him with a stern expression. Their gazes break. “I see”, Taehyung says and touches the side of his neck.

“I hope you understand”, you say, studying his features. He seems disappointed and just a little sad.

“Yes of course I do”, he says and smiles, “this ring will keep you very safe, I am sure of it”, he says and sits up. He lifts your hand to his lips, placing a sweet kiss upon your ring and then another on your knuckles. 

You relax. 

“It will keep you safer than I did”, he whispers and looks into your eyes, “you look beautiful with a ring on your finger, darling.”

Flustering greatly, you lower your eyes back to your drawing, scrunching your nose up.

Taehyung chuckles and kisses your hand once last time before he allows you to slip free. He takes his ring and turns.

“I don’t quite know what to do with this now”, he says and looks at Jungkook, “do you want to have a ring?”

Jungkook shows of his ring finger, “Yoongi already made a ring for me, sorry.”

“I see”, Taehyung murmurs and lowers his eyes.

“Keep it for yourself”, Yoongi tells him, “you’ll be protected from Namjoon’s compulsion.”

“I could do that, couldn’t I?” Taehyung says and slips it on, “mhm, I don’t feel different.”

“Cause that’s not how magic rings work. You won’t feel the effect until someone tries to fuck with you and fails”, Yoongi says.

“I see. Well, then I shall wear it from now on”, Taehyung says, showing off a small smile.

“Thank you for returning it though, Tae”, you say, making him look at you, “it was really thoughtful of you.”

“Of course”, Taehyung says. He rests his chin back on the table and gazes up at you, running his fingers up and down your back mindlessly.

You return to drawing, enjoying his innocent touches with soft tingles dancing down your spine.

“What are you working on, darling?” he asks you.

“Just some sketches for home”, you show them to him.

“What are those?” Taehyung asks, pointing at the little squares on your drawing.

“Those are supposed to be raised beds. It’s my plans for the meadow behind the greenhouse.”

“I see. Are you planning on planting vegetables there?”

“Yes and fruit trees and berries. Yoongi told me that I can change it to my liking. So I decided that I wanted to turn it into a food garden.”

“I see, that sounds lovely”, Taehyung gives you a smile, “and exactly like work you’d enjoy. It is a shame that it will be autumn soon.”

“Don’t say that, gosh it makes me sad.”

“Why?” Taehyung laughs, “isn’t autumn the best season? It is when we met”, he laces his fingers with you.

“If you say it like that”, you feel the need to giggle.

Taehyung joins in, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles softly.

“And after autumn comes winter and that means that we can cuddle up under the dome and watch the snowflakes again.”

“That is if we can manage to return home in time”, you say, missing the guilty look Yoongi sends your way and the way he seems to lower his head right after.

“Of course we will”, Taehyung insists, “we will be home just in time for Christmas. Am I right, hyung?” he turns to Yoongi.

“I don’t know”, Yoongi answers him quietly, avoiding your eye contact at all cost.

“I believe we will and then we will hold the grandest winter holiday party the world has ever seen.”

“Really?” you gasp.

“Of course. We will decorate the entire estate, bake the sweetest cookies, give each other presents and sing songs all night.”

“That sounds like a dream”, you say, eyes sparkling at the thought of it.

“And I will cook the greatest meal you have ever tasted.”

“Yeah sure”, Yoongi scoffs, “because you can cook.”

“I’d like to argue differently. How difficult can a good holiday meal truly be?”

“Very actually. You have to get the flavours right and make sure that the meat is cooked just perfectly and make sure the side dishes compliment each other. It is a very tedious process. One that requires a lot of skill.”

“It sounds doable.”

“Please don’t. I’ll cook, you just take care of the decorations.”

Taehyung grins, “see? That’s how you get our Yoongi to agree to the holiday party.”

“Hypothetically”, Yoongi grumbles, “I’d cook hypothetically.”

“Do it for ___.”

“Stop trying to use this on me. I’m not doing everything just because of her.”

“Please Yoongi Boongie?” you try.

“Fine, I’ll do it. You can have your stupid party”, he gives in instantly, making you and Taehyung snicker. He rolls his eyes, “I’m surrounded by brats. All of you. One day I’ll whoop your asses.”

“What did I do?” Jungkook gasps.

“Nothing, you’re just generally a brat. Keep playing”, Yoongi grumbles, touching the back of the younger vampire’s head with soft fingers.

Jungkook grins, playing the melody almost perfectly. You listened to him play it for the past few days and you are so proud of all the progress he made. Like with everything Jungkook sets his mind on, he is making oh so much progress in such a short amount of time.

Taehyung turns to Jungkook, even going so far as to point his knees at him.

“You are playing really well, Jungkook”, he says.

Jungkook glances at him, “thanks”, he murmurs, playing even better as if he wanted to proof something to Taehyung.

“I have always loved the guitar. It is a very beautiful instrument and so versatile.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“Have you played it for long already?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“No? Well then this is remarkable! You play so well that I thought you must have been playing it for years already.”

Jungkook stops his play.

“What are you doing?” he asks Taehyung.

“Nothing”, Taehyung laughs nervously, “I am merely telling you how it is.”

“You’re trying to get me to forgive you, aren’t you?”

“Perhaps a little?” Taehyung confesses, touching the side of his neck, “I must confess that I miss our talks.”

“You can talk to my hand”, Jungkook says and lifts his hand, making Taehyung’s shoulders sag in sadness. He studies his sad expression, almost drowning in the scent of honesty lingering behind it. He inhales deeply and exhales loudly through his nose.

Wordlessly, he takes off the guitar strap and puts the instrument onto Taehyung’s lap.

“Can you play too?” he asks.

“Me? Oh no”, Taehyung laughs nervously, “I couldn’t.”

“Try it”, Jungkook insists.

“Oh dear, you are asking me things”, Taehyung murmurs, lowering his head to look at the guitar instead. He places his fingers into the right position for a C chord, strumming it as quietly as possible. Next he tries to go for a B chord, messing up when he tries to change to a D chord. He lifts his head, cheeks rosy in embarrassment.

“See? I told you, I am no good”, he says.

“You’re right, that was awful”, Jungkook says, making Taehyung chuckle.

“I feel so embarrassed”, he confesses.

Jungkook’s face morphs into an expression of amused happiness.

“It’s fine. I heard that you’re really good on the violin.”

“Who told you that?”

“___. She says that you play it really well.”

“She does?” Taehyung looks at you.

“I do. You’re really good. You should show us.”

“No, I don’t want to bother you”, Taehyung says honestly.

“Show us”, you encourage him, but Taehyung shakes his head.

“Do it”, Yoongi says, painting the greatest expression of surprise onto Taehyung’s face.

“Really?” he asks quietly to which Yoongi nods his head.

“If that is so, I will get my violin urgently!” Taehyung says and jumps to his feet to disappear out of the room.

“I like this”, you say, looking at Yoongi and Jungkook with a love drunk smile as you rest your cheek on your propped-up hand for support.

Jungkook looks a little shy whilst Yoongi looks at you with the softest eyes ever.

“I have returned”, Taehyung announces himself, “what do you want to hear? I can play almost everything.”

“Tschaikovsky”, Jungkook says.

“A lover for romance, I see. He created the most beautiful melodies”, Taehyung says, lifting his violin to his shoulder, “very well. Here is Melody, Op 42 number three. Solo version”, he says with a chuckle and begins playing.

You feel warmth well up in your heart listening to him play. You haven’t heard him play ever since Jimin died. And even afterwards when he returned and life should have been easier for Taehyung, he didn’t play. Almost as if something was still weighing him down. Something you perhaps deep down knew of and yet even speaking it aloud felt impossible to do. Even now you don’t want to speak it aloud for right now it was taking a walk and out of your mind.

You are so happy that Taehyung finally took up his play tonight. His eyes seem to glimmer in a sort of aliveness with which they haven’t done so in way too long. His back seems so much straighter too, straightening even more once he finishes and you grant him a round of applause.

Even Jungkook claps, looking highly impressed.

“Thank you, thank you”, Taehyung says, bowing deeply.

“That was really good”, Jungkook says.

“You truly think so?” Taehyung asks to which he nods his head.

“It was incredible”, you say, standing up just so you can take him into a hug.

Taehyung stumbles into it, resting his chin on your shoulder with widened eyes and his arms stretched from his body in surprise.

“I missed your play so much, my darling”, you whisper, squeezing him as tightly as possible.

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out, not knowing what else to say.

You step back, keeping his face between your hands in a gentle hold.

“You have to play more for us, please.”

“I don’t know. Should I really?”

“Of course. Right guys? One more song?” you say, addressing the others.

“Sure”, Jungkook agrees.

“I’d be down”, Yoongi says.

“Well then I want to play with you, hyung”, Taehyung says.

“Me?” Yoongi gasps.

“Yes, just like we did in the past. The melodies we created.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I haven’t played them in ages.”

“Please, just one song.”

“No, let’s not do that.”

“Please”, you beg, “I want to hear you guys’ music.”

Yoongi studies your face.

“Me too, I want to hear too”, Jungkook throws in.

Yoongi looks at the piano in the corner of the room.

“Please.”

“Fine, one song”, Yoongi gives in with a grumble and stands up, “don’t come crying to me if I mess up”, he says, stomping to the piano and sitting down on the stool aggressively.

He rolls his neck twice then cracks his knuckles.

“What song?”

“Dance of the Leaves. The fun one”, Taehyung says, “you know it well”, he adds, lifting his violin into readiness.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this”, Yoongi murmurs before giving Taehyung a nod to signal him that he was ready.

Taehyung begins playing, Yoongi joins him at the right time. Together they create the most fun two minutes and twenty eight seconds of your life, almost making you squeal because of what you can bear witness to. Not once they mess up, harmonising perfectly. Almost as if they had played this song a million times before and perhaps they did. It would explain why they manage to fit together without struggle, why they instantly found each other’s rhythm and why they worked together so well. It makes you wonder if there were happier times between them in the past and that makes you so incredibly happy, because it means that such times can be achieved again.

They end it by exchanging a look and while Taehyung seems to want to deepen it, Yoongi breaks it instantly, touching the side of his neck.

“Oh my god!” you can’t stop the squeals anymore, running to them, “this was amazing! Holy moly, you guys are so talented! I have goosebumps!”

You tug Taehyung with you just so you can tug Yoongi to his feet and then take both of them into a tight hug.

“I’m crying, this was incredible!”

Taehyung chuckles, petting the back of your head with fond eyes.

Yoongi rubs his hand up and down your back, “don’t cry.”

You lift your head, grinning up at them.

“You guys are the best people ever”, you tell them, beaming in happiness.

“Oh”, Yoongi flusters, lowering his eyes.

Taehyung smiles brightly, stubbing the tip of your nose with his own.

“Tell me, have you ever tried dancing to it?” he asks.

“Of course not, that’s ridiculous”, Yoongi says instantly, wiggling out of the hug just in case.

“I haven’t, is it any fun?” you ask Taehyung. 

“Of course it is”, Taehyung says, “come, follow my steps.”

He begins playing a melody on the violin, showing off the steps slowly. You giggle, following him after having watched him enough times.

“Exactly. You’re a natural”, Taehyung exclaims, laughing happily. He increases the speed of his play and with it your steps. 

“Oh god, not so fast”, you laugh, reaching for his waist. 

“You can do it, look, kick your foot just like this”, Taehyung laughs as you follow him, “perfect!”

He jumps, turning around with it. His eyes lock onto Yoongi. 

“Yeah no”, he says, sitting down on the piano stool instantly. 

“Come on hyung, I know that you can do it”, Taehyung says, slowing down the play solely for showing the steps to Yoongi. 

“No. I’m not dancing. That’s ridiculous.”

“Please.”

“No”, hisses, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

Taehyung doesn’t let his mood get spoiled, twirling around just to serenade Jungkook as he dances his way to him. 

Jungkook stumbles back, looking nervous yet intrigued. 

“I don’t know if I can”, he says, watching with great intent. 

“Of course you can”, Taehyung says, doing a little curtsey, “your turn, you watched the steps.”

Jungkook tries, painting a blinding smile onto Taehyung’s face. He squeaks out a laugh and speeds up his play, mirroring Jungkook’s steps. 

The two vampires do a synchronised kick and jump, almost toppling over in laughter afterwards. 

“You’re a natural, Kookie”, Taehyung says, using the melody to dance his way to you in swirls.  

You welcome him with a squeaky giggle, starting your dance with a little jump. One that Taehyung answers with a jump and twirl, making you laugh with it. Oh it has been too long since he last danced with you. It is a first that he is both the dancer and the musician in such a situation. It makes the entire moment so much more fun. He is so talented and such a delight. 

Not long and Jungkook has danced his way closer to you, joining the dance by taking your hand and twirling you three times.  

“Dizzy”, you squeal, stumbling into him.

“This is so much fun”, Jungkook giggles, holding both your hands to do a little kick with you. 

“It’s so fun”, you agree, cheeks hurting in happiness.

“See? I told you”, Taehyung says, twirling away from you whilst bending his back in his quick violin play. He is still dancing as he does, locking his eyes back on Yoongi who seems interested in the whole scene until he feels Taehyung’s eyes on him. 

He shifts his eyes away then, closing his legs and hiding his hands between them. 

Taehyung stands himself right in front of Yoongi, forcing him to look at him if he wanted to or not. 

“Join us”, he says. 

Yoongi shakes his head. 

“Live. Remember?”

Yoongi lifts his head, making eye contact with Taehyung. 

“Fuck”, he presses out, forcing himself to stand up. 

Taehyung grins, twirling back around to dance his way back to you and Jungkook, who have stumbled into giggly hugs and dance steps by now. You break away again when Taehyung returns, bringing Yoongi with him. 

“My love”, you exclaim, falling around Yoongi’s neck, “I’m so happy that you decided to join.”

“I was forced”, Yoongi murmurs, holding you so tightly.

“Oh hush, you’ll love it. Follow my steps, I’ll do it slowly”, you tell him, leading him whilst holding his hands. 

Yoongi follows you with furrowed brows. They aren’t furrowed in anger, but pure concentration. 

“You are doing so well”, Taehyung says, keeping the melody slower just for Yoongi to learn. 

“Now a jump”, you say, doing it instantly.

Yoongi does it too late, stumbling to catch up with you again.

“What the hell are you doing? Why are you jumping?” he whines, making you laugh. 

“You are so much fun”, you say, twirling without warning him first. 

Taehyung watches you with a smile and speeds up his play again. Jungkook catches you, getting right into jumping with you. You circle Yoongi as you do, who acts like he doesn’t enjoy it but is blushing like crazy whilst standing completely still.

And soon the four of you find yourselves in a moment of utter happiness. Even Yoongi dares to do a little kick at some point, holding your hands as he does and feeling so happy that he laughs afterwards and does it again. At some point you manage to do an especially impressive combination of steps with Jungkook, showing off by including one of the many swing steps you practiced with Taehyung. 

“You are so wonderful, darling”, Taehyung exclaimed as that happened, earning himself your attention. And while you danced with him as he serenaded you with happy melodies, Jungkook tried to dance with Yoongi and succeeded. He did so groggily but with fond eyes, even letting Jungkook twirl him. 

At some point it also happened that the living room door opened and Hoseok followed by Seokjin and Emma entered the room

“Uh what?” Emma gasps.

“What’s going on here?” Hoseok asks.

Taehyung, who was previously busy with getting a big smooch from you, lifts his head. 

“Dancing. Come, join us”, he says, letting you pull him back into a kiss afterwards. 

“That’s so funky!” Hoseok exclaims and joins you without hesitation. Somehow he knows how to move instantly, doing the steps with his own take on them. He makes it look so smooth and fun. 

Seokjin bows at Emma. 

“M’lady”, he says, offering her his hand.

“You’re such a charmer, my moon”, she laughs, letting herself get dragged onto the improvised dance floor here in the middle of the living room.

You look around yourself. They are all here. Your family. Having fun and laughing together. This is your reality. Not dark corridors and shadowy figures, but laughter and people who love you. You look back at Taehyung, who seems to only have eyes for you. You kiss him, even if he messes up his play because of it. 

“I fucking love you”, you say, squeezing Taehyung’s face after kissing him oh so deeply. 

Taehyung smiles, “I love you too”, he says. 

“I feel so alive, fuck”, you say, breaking away from him just so you can dance on your own. 

You meet Hoseok on your journey, laughing and twirling with him until you feel dizzy. You stumble into Jungkook, holding his hands and doing kicks until he accidentally ends up kicking your ankle. 

“I’m so sorry”, he gasps, but you only laugh and pull him into a big smooch on the lips.

It leaves him standing frozen on the spot for a good ten seconds afterwards, lips parted and eyes big. It takes Hoseok to rip him out of his trance. 

“Dance with me, JK”, he says, taking his hands.

Your journey ends at Yoongi, who is sitting on the couch by now. You basically fall into him after twirling too many times, butt colliding with the soft cushion. 

“Careful”, he says, placing his hand on your lower back to stop you from tumbling off.

“I’m okay”, you tell him, resting your hands on his thigh. You giggle, “I twirled too much”

“I can see that.”

“Why are you sitting here?”

“I can’t dance.”

“You can. You looked good doing it.”

Yoongi studies your features.

“I don’t know”, he murmurs, “can’t I just watch you guys? I feel better doing that.”

“Of course”, you nod your head, stumbling to your feet, “do you really not want to? One more please?”

Yoongi takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, “go princess, I’ll be watching you.”

“Really?”

He nods his head. Your hand slips out of his grasp, leaving behind just the slightest hint of a cold shiver. Is he acting that way because he is angry at you for what you did to Suzy?

“___”, Jungkook interrupts the tightening of your chest, twirling you away from Yoongi without having noticed what had happened before, “come on, let’s jump together”, he says, taking your hands to jump in a circle with him.

It is only him who jumps first whilst you just turn with him. But then he looks so happy and content with what he is doing that you soon feel the need to jump right with him. Jungkook begins laughing when that happens, soon joined by Seokjin and Emma and later Hoseok. Now you are holding hands, jumping and laughing all whilst circling Taehyung who barely even manages to play the right notes as he laughs way too much to concentrate. 

“What is going on here?” it is the sound of Jimin’s voice that stops your dance.

“Jimin! Come join us”, Taehyung says, dancing his way to the black haired vampire. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Dancing. We’re dancing”, Taehyung says, still smiling oh so brightly, “join us too.”

“Why should I?”

“It’s fun. Come on, you know those steps.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why should I dance right now?”

Taehyung stumbles, messing up the dance steps. 

“Because it’s fun”, he says.

“You’re so childish sometimes. I don’t have time for that.”

Taehyung messes up his play to the point where he completely forgets to play.

“But-”

“Come now, I want to leave. It stinks like sweat in here”, Jimin says, trying to get Taehyung to move.

“No”, Taehyung says, lowering his violin, “I don’t want to leave right now. I like spending time with them, stop trying to drag me away all the time.”

Jimin blinks in bafflement, taking a step back.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I am tired of always missing out on everything just because you are jealous and can’t stand it when I have other friends besides you.”

“Wow”, Jimin clicks his tongue, “I see how it is. Wow.” 

And with that he turns to storm out of the house again. Taehyung flinches as the door falls closed.

He turns, looking at all of you with fearful eyes. 

“I, I should probably check up on him”, he says, “right?”

“No darling, stay”, you say.

“I think I was too harsh”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi closes the distance between him and Taehyung. He places his hand on his shoulder.

“No, you weren’t”, he says, “come on”, Yoongi says softly, caressing Taehyung at the back of his head as he watched him do to himself so many times before, “do you want to play another one of our songs?”

“You wrote so many songs. You guys are so cool”, you say, hurrying to Taehyung as well to hold his waist, “can’t you play it for us, sweetest?”

“Yeah, we wanna hear”, Hoseok agrees. 

“I bet it sounds wonderful”, Seokjin says.

Taehyung lowers his eyes. 

“Fine, let’s play another song”, he gives in, allowing you and Yoongi to push him to the piano. 

“Let’s go!”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

“Tae! Tae! Tae!”

The others are cheering, doing so with lots of enthusiasm. 

Taehyung plays two notes and then he stops. He lowers the violin.

“What’s wrong? It was good”, Yoongi says, staring at Taehyung with worried eyes.

“I don’t want to play”, Taehyung whispers, “I’m too upset.”

“My darling”, you gasp, hurrying to his side hastily, “I’m here.”

Taehyung falls into your chest, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“Why did nothing change?” he whispers.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did nothing change? Why am I, I still so sad?”

You look at Yoongi for help.

“He means that Jimin didn’t change even after waking up from death”, he explains and judging by how much closer Taehyung presses himself, he was right. 

You feel so sad, squeezing Taehyung with all you got. You need to squeeze the pain out of him, hold him so tightly that he knows that he will never be alone. 

“I thought that my grief would never end and then it did until it didn’t”, Taehyung whispers weakly, “why can’t I be happy?”

“Because you’re hanging out with an asshole”, Yoongi says, earning himself a warning look from you. He closes his mouth, looking just a little lost for words.

“What Yoongi wanted to say is that Jimin treated you very poorly lately and you have all the right to be upset because of it. But you have to know that you aren’t alone in this”, you tilt Taehyung’s head up, cupping his cheeks, “I will never leave your side and neither will the others.”

“I don’t want to fight”, Taehyung presses out sadly, “I, I never wanted to fight”, he says, shaking his head vigorously, “I don’t want to fight with anyone here.”

“We know, darling Tae. We know that you don’t”, you assure him.

“I’m so fucking upset”, Taehyung presses out.

Yoongi stands up to leave after giving Taehyung’s head a little pat.

“Where are you going?” you ask him.

“I have to talk to someone”, he says and closes the door behind him.

“He’s going to talk to Jimin, isn’t he?” Seokjin asks.

“I think so.”

“Do you think that he’ll finally kill him?”

Taehyung lowers his head sadly, whimpering in the desire to cry.

“No, he won’t”, you say instantly, pulling Taehyung against your chest, “I told him not to and he respects that. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t worried, I was actually-” Seokjin stops talking when he sees you cradling a terribly broken Taehyung, “oh, uhm. I was actually just saying that I…hope he doesn’t, uhm, break his promise.”

“And he won’t. I trust him unconditionally.”

“I don’t want to fight”, Taehyung whispers.

“We know that sweetest, don’t worry.”

“It’s not your fault, Taehyung”, Emma says, “we figured out by now that you don’t want what Jimin wants.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok throws in, “tonight was really cool. And I think that you’re really fun to hang out with.”

Taehyung nods his head, acknowledging them that way. 

“I want to sleep”, he whispers.

“Of course, let’s get you to bed. You don’t mind guys, do you?” 

“Not at all. Sleep well, uh, both of you”, Seokjin says.

“Dream well”, Emma says, caressing Taehyung’s arm on your way out, “you’ve got us, Taehyung.”

“You’re really funky, Tae!” Hoseok calls after you as well.

“See? You’re not alone my darling. You’ve got all of us.”

Taehyung rests his head against you. He isn’t alone. For weeks and weeks and weeks he felt so utterly alone, so helpless and abandoned. For weeks he felt unloved, unwanted, judged and maybe even hated. And now he doesn’t anymore. He isn’t alone anymore. Taehyung sobs in pure relief, drawing closer to you 

“Almost there darling, almost there”, you assure him, holding him oh so tightly.

You do his skincare after your shared shower, kissing his features softly with every chance you get. Taehyung enjoys it with closed eyes and his hands always making sure to hold a piece of you. Whether it be your hips, your arm, your shoulders or your hand. He needs just one piece of you and then the tranquillity of being with you can’t leave him.

You open the bathroom door when someone knocks at the door as you were busy with brushing out his hair. It is Jungkook in his pyjamas and his hair fluffy from brushing it.

“Hey Kookie, what are you doing here?”

“I thought that I’d come over before sleep and check on you. Tonight was crazy, right?” he says, claiming the spot on the bathtub next to Taehyung.

“It was pretty crazy, but also fun. Taehyung, you play so well”, you say, caressing his soft hair. 

“Thank you. I had fun too”, he says, but sounds just the slightest bit sad. 

You study him and then Jungkook. I’ll try, he tells you with a lift of his eyebrows.

“I’m outside for a bit, I’m getting our pjs”, you say.

Taehyung nods his head.

You disappear afterwards, closing the door behind you on your way out. 

Silence surrounds them. Jungkook turns his head to Taehyung. Taehyung doesn’t. He just keeps it lowered, picking at his skin.

“I get now why you did it”, Jungkook says.

Taehyung halts and turns his head, eyes widened in shock. 

Jungkook sends him an honest smile, the kind which doesn’t show his teeth but is still incredibly warm. 

“You were so cool tonight. I had so much fun dancing with you and the others”, he says. 

Taehyung looks at Jungkook’s lips.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “don’t say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m vulnerable tonight and words like that make me want to do things I’ll regret later.”

“What things?”

“Things like grab your silly face and kiss you until you’re breathless because quite frankly, you’re one of the sweetest men I know and it’s driving me insane that you aren’t being kissed that way.”

Jungkook lets out a disbelieved chuckle.

“Don’t laugh at me, I can’t bear this tonight.”

Jungkook takes Taehyung’s hand from his lap just so he can pull it on his own. 

“Why don’t you?” Jungkook asks in a whisper.

Taehyung looks at his lips and shakes his head. 

“You’re so unfair.”

“Why am I unfair?”

“Because-”, Taehyung doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he grabs Jungkook’s face to pull him into a kiss. 

He whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. And as Taehyung completely loses himself to the kiss Jungkook stumbles to his feet just so that he can claim the emptiness between Taehyung’s legs. He cups the older vampire’s cheeks, tilting his head up as far as it can go. Taehyung sighs shakily, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist while his fingers seem to almost rip his shirt from how desperately he tries to hold him. It is the kind of desperation which aches for one simple thing. The comfort of another person’s closeness. 

And Jungkook gives it to him by pulling him to his feet and hugging him to his body. They stumble, colliding with the sink and breaking the kiss that way.

They are both out of breath, chasing the other with desperate hands. This is everything they craved for weeks.

“Fuck, Kook”, Taehyung croaks, clasping Jungkook’s face with clammy, desperate fingers, “holy fuck. I’m so fucked.”

“No you’re not. You’ve got us, we’re here for you.”

“It’s not that. But you’ve got me breathless”, Taehyung says, laughing softly.

Jungkook chuckles, “wasn’t that my job?”

“I messed up somewhere along the way.”

At the Jungkook full on laughs, shoving the older vampire only to pull him back into another kiss afterwards.

The kind which makes Taehyung’s knees wobble and for his body to fall into him. 

You manage to walk in on them kissing, stopping in the doorway only to stare. 

Well, that is definitely not how you expected that conversation to go, but you aren’t complaining.

Jungkook seems to notice your presence, breaking the kiss and turning his head. Taehyung chases him, whimpering softly as his lips try so hard to steal another kiss.

“You’re back”, Jungkook says, finally bringing Taehyung back to reality. 

He turns his head, “darling?” his voice is raspy from kissing with so much emotion.

“I feel terrible. I didn’t think that you were making out like that, should I leave again?”

“No, stay”, Taehyung reaches for you and tugs you to him. He places his hand on the back of your head, holding it still so he can kiss you. He does so by pressing you against Jungkook’s chest, using the position to tug Jungkook closer too, caging you in between their bodies. 

“Tae, mgnm”, you get out, flustering incredibly because his eagerness surprises you greatly. 

Taehyung whimpers, breaking the kiss with trembling lips. 

“I need affection”, he confesses, “please.”

“Hey, of course. That’s why I brought you the softest pyjama. You’ll feel so cozy in it. Do you want to put it on?”

“Yes please”, Taehyung begs, shedding his bathrobe without shame. 

“Come, let’s do it outside”, you say, tugging him to the bed to sit him down on it. 

Taehyung lifts his arms to make it easier for you. He stands up when you need to tug his pants up and then he lets you hold his head and caress his cheeks with his eyes closed. 

“You’re so handsome, my sweetest”, you whisper, “those pjs fit you so well.” 

Taehyung smiles softly.

“Aren’t they so soft?”

“Yes, so soft”, Taehyung answers you, dropping his head out of your hands just so he can bury it in your chest, arms wrapping around your waist, “you are so much softer.”

You place a kiss upon the crown of his head, staying close by keeping your nose buried in his hair afterwards. 

“Let’s get under the sheets yeah? I’ll hold you just like this”, you suggest to which Taehyung nods his head and then crawls under the blanket. 

You join him quickly, welcoming him back in your arms. Taehyung hides back in your chest, shivering as he exhales shakily. 

“Should I leave?” Jungkook asks. 

“No, stay”, Taehyung says, “please.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook gets on the bed behind Taehyung, crawling under the blanket so he is able to be his big spoon. 

“Like this?”

“Yes. Thank you. You are both so warm”, Taehyung whispers, falling asleep moments later.

[ducktracy]

JUST A REMINDER FOR THE POLLING: in the name of absolute fairness and objectivity, i’m posting every single Mel Blanc yell. that means Every Single Yell and, yes, obviously includes all of the deplorable racist ones as well. i’m making it my absolute priority to pair these with the appropriate warnings and trigger tags.

i know (and continue to hope) that these polls get spread around, and will obviously lose sight of those who are a bit more intimate with what i do on my blog and the research i cover. i understand that my posting these clips can be interpreted as an endorsement. i’m trying my best to maintain as much objectivity as possible with these polls, because, otherwise, the entire thing is worthless. so, that unfortunately means uploading those warts.

those following me know i’m currently in a years-long process of analyzing every single Looney Tunes short, and, like these polls, that warrants every single ones. i can obviously spare a little more subjectivity in those circumstances, and i do my best to consistently mark disclaimers that are much more poignant in regarding my condemnation of these caricatures and heinous acts. i really do not want to misconstrue perceptions and make it seem as though i condone these caricatures or cartoons through my posting of them. but, obviously i know that just by posting them, the harm is already done, and me saying “but i tagged it!” obviously doesn’t negate that.

i just don’t want it to seem like i don’t already know that. i absolutely do. just as i take accountability for what i post. as someone deeply invested in animation history and pop culture history, especially within the first half of the 20th century, the safety and comfort of my followers when dealing with this information is one of my absolute highest priorities. i’m certainly not immune from criticism nor making mistakes, and that’s why i absolutely advocate for those to let me know if i’ve ever said or done something harmful so i can rectify that as soon as possible. and i deeply appreciate those who have done so thus far. likewise, if anyone has any more efficient ways of making this an easier process, i’m all ears.

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[melmedarda]

@meljaymicrofics   ⸻ mafia au ⸻ wc: 755 ⸻ rated T

Piltover, the playground for the wealthy. Her mother's wetdream. Casinos, seaside resorts, yacht clubs, the city has it all. And it all belongs to Mel. Her mother runs the syndicate in Noxus on drugs and weapons smuggling. Mel deals in vice. In desire. And though so well acquainted, she doesn't see her own hunting her down until its too late.

She's got the Mayor of Piltover in her hand. The previous Mayor had been a short, mousy sort of man, with whiskers too big for his round face and policies that mirrors something from last century. But this mayor is sleek, ambitious, and weak for power. It's why Mel chooses Salo. It's something she can give him.

She's got the man in Zaun in her palm as well. Though he doesn't know it. Silco. A man who serves her purposes more than his predecessor. He is leader of his own gang, and keeps the chembarons in hand, while Mel runs her dark operations under the cover of the Gray. It works quite well for her. She likes playing in Zaun's shadows.

It is House Ferros who has the Enforcers in hand; a forcer of blue hats tasked with the protection of the city. Truly though, they operate at Camille's bidding. Camille has never forgiven Mel for taking Zaun from beneath her grasp. Mel will never apologize. And so she is hunted.

Their hunting dog is a man too sincere for his own good. Jayce Talis sculpted by the gods, and his eyes inspire a pool of want in Mel's abdomen. But he's a hound with a scent, and she knows he'll break his teeth in her neck if he catches her. She wonders if she'll let him.

Talis pursues her across districts. Between cities. Mel does not fear him. Leaves notes of her perfume to keep him on her scent. Sly smiles at security cameras where she knows she will be seen. Her men hover, guard her closely on her way back from the Mayor's office. She meets his gaze from where across the street. Pulls her fur coat closer about her shoulders in the cool afternoon. She looks away.

Their cat and mouse game is a highlight in her life for a moment. He's ever so close, but not close enough. Not until she's pressed up against a wall outside the Last Drop, the night air thick with shimmer and bass and gray. Cold metal of a barrel pressed into the flesh of her side.

His breath is vapor in the chilled Zaun air. Winter has come, and so has he. But she's never felt warmer than in his presence. And with his gun against her side, Mel feels hotter than the fucking sun.

"So you've found me,” she says. Her knife is trained on his throat, blade winking neon in the dim light of the alleyway. Jayce Talis looks like he might kill her, and Mel feels the more alive for it. Her men are no where to be found. Mel leans forward her lips ghosting against his ear as she leans up and closer. "What will you do, Talis? Now that you've caught me."

His nostrils flare. Perhaps in indignation. Perhaps in something else. One can never be to sure when in Zaun. His teeth bare now, like to good hunting dog he is. Mel wants him at her throat. Drawing blood.

"You belong behind bars. You are vermin." Passion flares in his eyes. The kiss of the gun grows warm against her skin, and she tilts the knife at his neck to kiss him in turn. He does not flinch. "If there is any justice in this world, I will see you punished for your crimes."

"Take me, then," Mel murmurs. Drops her knife. Listens to it clatter against the cobblestone as she stands defenseless before him. The gun lowers, and he presses her further into the wall, body a furnace against her own. She could burn in a hell of his making, she thinks as she leans up again, this time to press her lips against his.

His hand comes up to encircle the column of her neck, none too gentle. Her eyes flutter open as he presses her back, and away. Talis' eyes are glazed, lips slick, and it softens the heat of his glare. Her own personal vice. And then, she slashes him with the other knife she'd hidden within her jacket. Deep, across his chest.

"Nothing personal, Talis." The gun clatters. Mel does not look back.