#and i touched her on the sleeve :\ she didn't recognize my face at first :\ but then her eyes flew open wide :\

[sweetcherriexs]

until the end...b.e.

smut...

part 2. to Kiss Land

you sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers drumming nervously against the worn leather of your boots. three days. billie had been gone for three days, and the silence was deafening. usually, she’d slip away in the dead of night, leaving you sated and breathless, only to reappear the next evening with a smirk and a whisper of apology. but this time, the hours had stretched into days, and the worry gnawed at you like a rat on a bone. the hunters—your comrades, your supposed allies—had been restless, their whispers sharp and accusatory. they didn’t know about Billie. they didn’t know you’d been sneaking out to her, letting her sink her teeth into you in ways that had nothing to do with her vampire nature. and now, she was gone, and you were left with nothing but the ghost of her touch and the fear that something had gone wrong.

the creak of the door startled you from your thoughts. you turned, your heart seizing in your chest as billie stumbled into the room, her usual grace replaced by a staggering limp. her dark hair was tangled, her blue eyes wild and dilated, and her once-perfect skin was marred by deep scratches and bruises. blood stained the sleeve of her shirt, and her breathing was shallow, ragged. you were on your feet before you even realized it, crossing the room in three long strides to catch her as she swayed.

“billie,” you breathed, your hands gripping her shoulders to steady her. “wh-..what happened? who did this to you, love?” the pet name came out unconsciously, but neither of you seemed to mind as you waited for a response.

her lips curved into a weak smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “your friends,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “they found me. tried to stake me. I… I barely got away.”

what?

you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach like a rock and you stepped closer, tracing a gash on her cheek. your jaw clenched, but you felt her hand go to your waist and a moment later, her arms were wrapped around you, burying her face into your shoulder. it surprised you, but you didn't pull back, sighing softly instead and leaning into her body as much as you could.

"I'm so sorry" you whispered, clutching her coat in your hands.

"no, it wasn't your fault, dove. you didn't do anything" she mumbled, letting out a big breath before pulling back, eyes locking with yours.

rage boiled in your chest, hot and sharp, but you pushed it down. now wasn’t the time. billie needed you, and you wouldn’t fail her. you guided her to the bed, easing her down onto the worn mattress. “stay here,” you ordered, already moving toward the small bathroom attached to your quarters. you grabbed the first aid kit you kept stashed under the sink, along with a clean towel and a bottle of water. when you returned, billie was sitting up, her hands trembling as she tried to rip her shirt off.

“let me,” you said, kneeling in front of her. your fingers brushed hers as you took the fabric from her, carefully pulling it over her head. the sight of her injuries made your stomach twist. the scratches were deep, oozing dark blood, and there was a nasty gash along her ribs that looked like it had been inflicted by a blade — silver, perhaps —. you worked quickly, cleaning the wounds with antiseptic and pressing gauze to the worst of them. billie hissed in pain but didn’t pull away, her eyes locked on yours as if she were anchoring herself to your presence.

“they didn’t know it was me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “not at first. they thought I was just another vampire. but then… then they saw my face, and they recognized me. from the posters. from the news.”

you bit your lip, pressing another bandage to her side. “that’s...not fair. you haven't done anything bad or... too bad, anyway,” you muttered. “they don’t know what they’re dealing with.” you murmured.

billie’s hand reached out, brushing your cheek. her touch was cool, soothing, despite the chaos of the moment. “you’re not like them,” she said, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “you’ve never been like them.”

your heart stuttered in your chest. you’d always known billie saw you differently, but you’d never let yourself believe it could be more than lust. more than the thrill of the forbidden. but the way she looked at you now—soft, vulnerable, real—made your breath catch.

“billie,” you started, but she cut you off, her fingers pressing gently against your lips.

“let me finish,” she said, her voice steady despite the pain that had to be radiating through her. “I’ve been running for centuries, from hunters, from myself. but with you… with you, I don’t want to run anymore. I want to stay. if you’ll let me.”

your throat tightened, and you swallowed hard, unable to find the words to respond. billie’s hand dropped from your face, sliding down to grip your wrist. she pulled you closer, her other hand tangling in your hair, and before you could process what was happening, her lips were on yours. the kiss was slow, deliberate, a stark contrast to the frantic energy of the past few minutes. her mouth was cool, her taste familiar and intoxicating, and you melted into her, your hands gripping her hips as if to keep her grounded.

when she pulled away, her eyes were dark, hungry, but not for blood. not this time. “take off your shirt,” she commanded, her voice low and rough.

you obeyed without hesitation, your fingers trembling as you unbuttoned your flannel shirt and let it fall to the floor. billie’s gaze raked over you, slow and appreciative, and you felt a flush creep up your chest. she pushed you back until you were lying on the bed, her body hovering over yours as she trailed kisses along your collarbone, down your sternum. her hands were everywhere, mapping your skin like she was memorizing it, and you arched into her touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"a–.. are you even okay to do this right now?" you breathe out, watching her actions. then she glanced up at you, the nail of her pointer finger tracing the side of your ribcage as she smirked.

"mhm, more than okay, baby," she purred, her lips pressing against the skin just under your bra, which she took off in a flash the moment later. "fuck, I always forget how fucking pretty yous are" she muttered, seemingly to herself as she took your tits in her cold hands, her rings adding a delicious feeling. her thumbs brushed your hardened nipples and her smile grew.

she leaned down, breathing beside your ear. “you’re so beautiful,” she murmured against your skin, her breath tickling your ear. “so fucking beautiful, and you’re mine. do you understand? mine.” she muttered, giving your boobs a harsh, but gentle squeeze, making you whimper.

the possessiveness in her voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. “yours,” you whispered, your hands tangling in her hair as she kissed her way down your body.

her mouth was relentless, her tongue tracing patterns on your skin that made you squirm and gasp. she nipped at your hips, her fangs grazing your skin but not breaking it, and you whimpered, your fingers digging into her shoulders. “billie, please,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for.

she chuckled, a dark, sinful sound, and then her mouth was on your core, her tongue delving into your wetness with a skill that made your head spin. you cried out, your back arching off the bed as she sucked and licked, her fingers pressing bruisingly into your thighs to hold you still. her other hand reached up, gripping your hip as she fucked you with her tongue, her rhythm relentless and merciless.

"oh fuck" you moaned, the hand in her hair gripping the strands and pulling her face closer, her long tongue delving deeper into your needy pussy. "oh my-... billie" you panted, eyes rolling back and shutting as you got lose in the pleasure.

billie glanced up at you for a moment, humming in delight at your state before one of her hands left your thighs and replaced her tongue, which was now on your sensitive clit. you moaned loudly, hips bucking into her fingers. "oh please"

billie hummed against you and you continued "gosh, baby, I'm gonna come-" at your words, her pace grew, moving two fingers in and out of your sloppy cunt at a fast pace while her tongue worked your clit gently, the contrast was amazing and the sounds you were making grew louder and louder. "oh that-.."

“billie, I—” you couldn’t finish the sentence, your words devolving into incoherent moans as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. your body shook, your fingers tugging at her hair as you rode it out, practically grinding on her face as billie drank you in, her mouth never stopping until you were a trembling mess beneath her.

when she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her eyes glazed with desire. she kissed her way back up your body, her mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss that left you both breathless. “my God, you taste devine, my love,” she murmured, her hands pushing your legs apart as she settled between them. her head tilted, kissing and sucking on your neck. "can I...? please?" she whispered, eyes rolling back as the scent of your blood filled her nostrils and the sound of it pumping through your veins filled her ears.

you nodded, desperate to feel her teeth sink into your skin. billie's pupils dilated as you nodded and she didn't waste a moment, pressing kissing on the side of your neck, sucking, licking, biting before one of her hands tiled your head up, giving her more access. in a blink of an eyes her sharp fangs pierced through your skin. you gasped, hands gripping her shoulders at the feeling before it turned to pleasure, feeling her sigh softly with each swallow and gulp.

soon, she pulled away, pressing her blood-stained lips to yours, making your head spin with the coppery taste of your own blood.

you reached for her, but she caught your wrists, pinning them above your head as she positioned herself above you. her eyes locked on yours, and you felt a jolt of something deeper than lust—something tender, raw, and terrifyingly real. “tell me what you want,” she demanded, her voice a low growl.

you swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. “you,” you whispered. “I want you.”

billie’s lips curved into a triumphant smile, and then she was moving, her body sliding against yours as she teased you with her touch. her fingers traced your lips, your neck, your breasts, before slipping between your legs, her thumb pressing against your clit. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised, her breath ghosting over your skin. “so fucking good, sweetheart"

then she pulled her hand back, and you held in a whine at the loss of contact. "how do you want me to pleasure you, my love?" she murmured, and it surprised you. she has never been one to ask what you want durring sex. you just did what she wanted — don't get me wrong, you enjoyed every second of doing what she wants you to, but it felt nice. the change —. you felt her hand caress your skin, a sense of safety washing over you and you looked up at her.

"I want..." you took a deep breath "uhm..the strap"

billie chuckled down at you, one of her hands resting on your side as the other went up and palmed your breast. "darling, you've gotta be a bit more specific" she mused "which one?"

you blushed, breath hitching and body stilling under her touch. "mmh, the uh big one" you couldn’t help it, you were needy. and although it wasn't her fault, you hadn't seen billie in days. and a quick head wasn't gonna fix the crackling desire and frustration deep inside you.

billie nodded and withdrew her body from yours, getting up and walking to the dresser in your room. her movements were deliberate as she fastened the strap-on around her hips. the sight of it—thick, veined, and imposing—made your breath hitch.

billie’s smirk widened as she climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips. her cold hands trailed down your sides, sending goosebumps across your skin. she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “tou’re mine tonight,” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. “every inch of you.”

your own teeth sunk into your lips, looking up at her with a desperate expression "I'm yours every night" you murmured "only yours" billie almost moaned at your words and she nodded.

"good girl"

“please,” you begged,voice trembling. “I need you.”

billie pulled back, her eyes dark with hunger. “patience, love,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down your body, teasing your thighs. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

billie positioned herself between your legs, her hands gripping your hips. the tip of the strap-on pressed against you, and your breath hitched as billie pushed forward, slow and deliberate. the stretch was perfect, and you moaned, nails digging into billie’s shoulders.

“fuck,” you gasped, head falling back against the pillows. “you feel so good.”

billie leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “you’re so tight,” she murmured, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. “I could stay like this forever.” she gasped out as if she herself was feeling the immense pleasure you're giving each other.

the sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire. billie’s thrusts were deep and unhurried, each one sending shivers of ecstasy through your body. she felt owned, completely consumed by billie’s touch. your eyes rolled back at her slow and deep thrusts, feeling the tip hit that damn spot every time, but it wasn't quite enough.

“harder,” you pleaded, voice trembling. “please, billie. I need more.”

billie let out an annoyed sound, almost a growl. "I wanted to be nice and soft with you tonight, baby" she whispered, hands caressing your sides as her body hovered above yours.

you bit your lip at her words, arms around her shoulders and nails scratching at her back. "i- please, billie, I need you so bad" you plead, looking up at her with impatient, love-filled eyes.

billie obliged, her thrusts growing faster, harder. the sound of skin against skin was almost deafening, and your moans grew louder, more desperate. you could feel yourself unravelling, your pleasure building with every movement of billie’s hips.

billie’s lips found your neck again, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “I want to taste you again,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “can I?”

“yes,” you gasped, body trembling. “please. I need it.”

billie’s fangs sank into your neck, and you cried out, the sharp pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure of billie inside you. the sensation was intense, a mix of pain and ecstasy that left you breathless. billie drank deeply, her hips never slowing as she claimed you completely.

"oh fuck-... billie" you moaned as the combined feelings overcame your whole body "s'good, fuck. mm, you're so big"

when billie finally pulled away, her lips stained with your blood once more, she looked down at her girlfriend with a predatory gleam in her eyes. “you're so good for me, sweetheart,” she growled, her thrusts growing more frantic. “such a good girl.”

you were a mess beneath her, your cries echoing off the walls as she pushed you higher and higher, until you were teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

“come for me,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with affection. “let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

her words were your undoing. you shattered around her, your body convulsing as pleasure consumed you, and billie held you through it. your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with such intensity that you could barely breathe. you clung to billie, body trembling as pleasure consumed you. billie didn’t stop, her own release following soon after as the hilt of the strap brushed against her perfectly, her hips stuttering as she buried herself deep inside you.

for a moment, you stayed like that, breaths mingling as you came down from yourr highs. billie pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling out, her eyes still dark with desire.

“up,” she commanded, her voice gentle but firm. “I’m not done with you yet.”

you obeyed, legs shaky as yoh climbed into billie’s lap. the strap-on pressed against you once more, and you moaned as you sank down onto it, hands resting on billie’s shoulders. billie’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she began to ride her.

the position was perfect, allowing you to control the pace. you moved slowly at first, savouring the sensation of billie inside you. but soon, your movements grew faster, more desperate, as you chased another orgasm.

billie’s lips found your neck again, her fangs sinking into the soft skin. you cried out, movements faltering as pleasure coursed through your body. “bon’t stop,” billie growled, her hands tightening on your hips. “keep going.”

you obeyed, hips moving with renewed fervour. the second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, body trembling as you came undone once more. billie followed soon after, her grip on your hips almost bruising as she pulled you close.

billie pulled away, her hands gently guiding you off of her. she pressed a soft kiss to your lips, her voice tender as she whispered, “how are you feeling, baby?”

you smiled, body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasms. “amazing,” she replied, her voice hoarse. “i can't believe you're mine.” you breathed out, one of your fingers tracing a slowly healing gash on her stomach.

“I love you,” she whispered, her forehead resting against yours. “I’ve been in love with you for longer than I care to admit. and if you’ll have me, I’m yours. forever.”

your heart swelled, and you reached up, cupping her face in your hands. “I love you too,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “so much”

billie smiled, soft and genuine, and then she was kissing you again, slow and deep, like she was sealing a promise. and as her hands roamed your body, as her mouth claimed yours, you knew that this was just the beginning.

[silverynight]

Support class

Izuku is quite happy in support class; when he was a child and found out he was quirkless he thought he wasn't going to be able to enter UA. Now he's in support class and if he's being honest, he absolutely loves it; he's really excited whenever someone comes to him or sends their suits to the lab for Izuku to repair them or improve them.

Although he always manages to convince them to improve them.

Hatsume is one of his friends and she and Izuku are constantly trying to come up with different kinds of gear for the students in the hero courses.

It's true, they have made a couple of things explode and some of their classmates get slightly nervous when they're around, but they have managed to learn a lot from their own mistakes.

Usually, the students from class A and B send their suits, except for Iida, Yaoyorozu and Monoma (although he's certainly a pain in the ass) and the first two are always very nice to Izuku.

Since their work means their clothes are constantly getting ruined or tainted with grease, the professors are more willing to let them wear different kind of clothes.

Izuku prefers to wear thank tops and tight pants for mobility, although his classmates are constantly saying it's distracting; he doesn't know what they mean by that.

The only problem is that his childhood friend, Bakugo Katsuki, goes to that school too (he's in a hero course) and they didn't part on good terms. Katsuki started to be mean to Izuku in front of his other friends, but at the same time got upset when Izuku decided not to speak to him anymore.

However, Bakugo doesn't visit the lab often and when he does, Izuku is conveniently elsewhere. Besides, they say he usually goes there to complain about his suit.

Izuku doesn't touch his suit, although if he's being honest, he'd love to because he has a lot of ideas for it.

One day, Hatsume is not there, and Izuku's classmates forget to tell him about the explosive boy. He stomps his way inside the lab, followed by a very embarrassed Iida.

"Oi, you nerd!"

"His name is Midoriya!" Iida starts moving his arm up and down, scolding his classmate.

"Hah? Midoriya?"

There's no point in hoping he doesn't recognize his last name, because Izuku is tired of hiding. He turns around and pushes his safety goggles up.

"How can I help you?"

The moment their eyes meet the scowl disappears from Bakugo's face; he can't hide the surprise on his face.

"Deku?"

"It's been a while, Kacchan... sorry!" Izuku stammers, blushing to the tip of his ears for his own mistake. "I mean... Bakugo!"

"No!" The blond says immediately, startling Izuku. "I'm sorry... I mean... I don't mind the nickname, you can call me Kacchan if you want."

"Oh," honestly, this Baku–Katsuki is quite different from the child version of him Izuku remembers. He's more kind and Izuku likes it.

"Is it okay... no, that was an awful nickname..." Katsuki turns slightly pink and he starts rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Behind him, Iida is watching everything with his jaw dropped. "Can I call you Izuku?"

For some reason, Izuku thinks it'd be weird to hear Katsuki address him by his last name, so he nods, smiling shyly.

"Izuku is fine."

Katsuki smiles, a soft, very subtle smile that makes Izuku grin from ear to ear in return.

Maybe he can have his childhood friend back after all.

"I wanted to... uhh... talk about my hero suit."

"Great! I have a lot of ideas for it!" Izuku says excitedly, walking back inside. "Follow me! Oh, I'll be with you in a moment, Iida!"

They become friends again; Katsuki goes to the lab almost every single day and although Izuku's classmates don't like it that much, they can't kick him out either.

Then, more students from class A start visiting the lab, too, instead of just sending their suits.

"Midoriya! Who's Midoriya?" A pink girl asks one day, followed by a guy with bright red hair, one with yellow hair and a brown haired girl.

"Mina, stop!" The other girl grabs one of the girl's sleeves to pull her back outside.

"What? Don't tell me you're not curious about the guy who clearly tamed Blasty?"

Turning slightly pink, Izuku walks towards the group that looks back at him in awe.

"I don't think tamed is the right word," he mumbles. "I'm Kacchan's friend."

"Kacchan?" The one with yellow hair chuckles at the word. "Do you always call him by that cute name and he doesn't explode your face?"

"Why would he do that? Kacchan is very kind and gentle."

"WHAT?"

Izuku doesn't understand their shocked reactions, but he's glad they seem to get over it quickly and they introduce themselves.

"Wait here," Uraraka says then, as the others finally begin to ask questions about gear. Izuku is honestly very happy about the change of topic. "I need you to meet someone. I'll be right back!"

Todoroki turns out to be a very shy boy; he introduces himself to Izuku, but after that he doesn't say much.

He just stares at him.

Then, when Izuku is telling everyone he'd be happy to discuss modifications and new designs for their hero suits, Todoroki suddenly blurts out:

"You're cute."

"Oi, all of you, BACK OFF!"

Katsuki storms in the lab, growls at his own classmates and then moves Izuku behind himself. Which is honestly, ridiculous, it's not like they're dangerous or anything; Izuku has no idea what he's so worried about.

"It's okay, Kacchan!" Izuku smiles, putting a hand on the blond's shoulder. "Your friends are really nice! I like them!"

"I like you too, Midoriya."

"SHUT IT, HALF AND HALF!"

Turns out Katsuki can be grumpy and loud like he was when they were kids, although he doesn't actually hurt his classmates; he just has that kind of personality. They're used to it.

Although it seems he's extremely careful and soft with Izuku in particular, according to what Ashido and Uraraka tell him later.

Maybe it's because he still feels guilty about his behavior when they were kids.

Izuku can't find another explanation for it.

***

It seems Katsuki likes to watch him work because he always stays with him at the lab, whenever he has free time. At first it made Izuku really flustered to have Katsuki's staring at him intensely, but he has gotten used to it.

He comes running whenever he finds out there's been an explosion in the lab and always looks for Izuku first.

"Are you alright, Izuku?" He usually pulls the green haired boy into his arms first before making sure he isn't hurt.

"I'm fine, Kacchan! Look!" Izuku pushes a button on his new belt and an invisible shield activates around him. "See?"

Katsuki blinks a couple of times, fascinated. He tries to press his palm against Izuku, but he can't touch his skin.

"Where did you get this?" He asks, still surprised. Although he asks Izuku to deactivate it because Katsuki likes to touch him.

"I made them!" Izuku says happily. "For myself and my classmates!"

Katsuki blushes to the tip of his ears and pulls Izuku into another hug again.

"You're way out of my league, huh?"

"What?"

"It seems you really are a nerd!" Katsuki clears his throat, cheeks still pink. He doesn't repeat those words and Izuku is not sure he actually heard right, so he doesn't ask again. "Let's get lunch together..."

***

When Izuku wins a contest with one of his suit designs, Katsuki is the first one to congratulate him. He buys Izuku flowers and takes him to a cafeteria to celebrate.

They hang out with class A a lot, although Katsuki likes to spend time with Izuku alone.

When they start training together (Izuku uses a special suit he designed for himself) and sees Katsuki shirtless for the first time, Izuku realizes that he doesn't see Katsuki as a friend anymore.

He panics and starts avoiding him as a result; suddenly Izuku needs to focus on his work and needs to be alone, no, he can't hang out with Katsuki because there's no time for it.

However, Katsuki knows him too well and he realizes something's wrong right away; so despite all the negatives, he goes back to the lab and decides to confront Izuku.

Hatsume, because she's actually a traitor, leaves them alone.

At first it looks like Katsuki is pissed and is about to yell at him, but the blond just sighs and turns his head up, looking hurt.

"What did I do?"

"What?"

"Please..." Katsuki almost never uses that word, but he looks desperate and in pain. Izuku hates to see him like that: "Tell me what I did wrong... why don't you want to spend time with me anymore?"

Izuku hurt him. And that's the last thing he wanted.

It's time to stop being a coward.

"You did nothing wrong, Kacchan," Izuku assures him, grabbing his own arm in order to give himself courage. "It's... I realized I had a crush on you and I didn't know how to deal with it. I'm sorry. It's alright if you're uncomfortable, I unders–"

Katsuki kisses him on the lips before he can finish. Then, before Izuku can even say anything, he presses their foreheads together and stares into his eyes.

"Crush?" Katsuki chuckles, amused. "I win, nerd. Because I'm in love with you. I have been for a while now."

Izuku's face will stay permanently red at this point. He blinks, part of him thinking that he's dreaming.

"Would you go on a date with me, Izuku?"

Not trusting his own voice, Izuku nods, before kissing Katsuki back. Hatsume comes back in and clears her throat, reminding Izuku they have a lot of work to do.

It's alright, Izuku can kiss his boyfriend later.

***

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[luke-hughes43]

beautiful crazy | luke and melissa

luke and mel enjoying their retired life and life as parents after the NHL and catching up with their closest friends and families.

*there's a couple of time jumps in this but it's their adult life after college and into the NHL and after. maybe with Luke being involved at the NTDP*

(I kept the ages vague and gave random names for their kids since we haven't talked about it yet)

~

her day starts with a coffee, and ends with a wine, takes forever gettin' ready, so she's never on time for anything

mel is very much a morning person compared to luke. she didn't always used to be a morning person but early morning workouts in college to having kids converted her into being an early riser despite her husband being in a deep sleep.

mel is up between 5 and 5:30 every morning to enjoy some peace and quiet before her teenage kids wake up. she's enjoying her coffee when at about 5:15, she feels a pair of arms wrap around her face. she knows it's luke.

"come back to bed." he mumbles into her neck. she giggles, "no. I'm enjoying my coffee in the peace and quiet before the kids get up. bridgette has a skate at 6:15, and christian is doing off ice at 6:00 with mini duke. delaney said she'd come too and just do her own workout in the gym at the rink before school."

"what time will you be home?" luke mumbles again, holding mel tighter.

mel smiles at her sleepy, clingy husband. she runs her fingers through his curls and says, "I drop the girls off at school at 7:45. so I'll be home at like 8 ish. when do you have to be at the rink?"

"8:30. I'll be leaving when you get home but I'm only there for half the day since the kids have school for the second half. and I took a half day anyways so I can spend time with you."

mel smiles and leans into luke's hold until she hears her first born moving around upstairs. she sighs, "and bridgette is up. goddamn early bird child."

"she gets it from you." Luke smirks and kisses mel's cheek. mel smiles, "while she obviously didn't get it from you. christian and del definitely did from you."

Luke goes to protests but they hear a "mom?!" coming from bridgette's bathroom and mel says, "duty calls. I love you babe." and kisses him before going up to their oldest daughter.

"I love you too sweetheart."

when she gets that come-get-me look in her eyes, well it kinda scares me, the way that she drives me wild, and she drives me wild

luke gets home from a long day at the rink with christian to see mel cooking dinner and doing the dishes. he asks over to hug her and give her a kiss but also to steal a piece of chicken.

mel slaps his hand and scolds him, "luke warren absolutely not. go take a shower before touching this. I don't need your hockey smelling hands contaminating dinner."

"I'm offended honey. really."

"I don't care. go shower." mel says sternly. she turns and gives him a look that says "if you don't get your butt upstairs and take a shower you're sleeping on the couch." luke recognizes the look and immediately retreats to shower.

he says as he's going up the stairs, "I love you!"

"go shower luke. then I'll tell you I love you." mel shorts back at him. he chuckles and just goes to shower before mel killed him.

beautiful crazy, she can't help but amaze me, the way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances, and wears her heart on her sleeve, yeah she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me

(this is while they are still in the NHL, it's gonna be shea's wedding so part of mel telling Luke she's pregnant, maybe for their third kid.)

mel is sitting with ethan's wife for a few minutes sipping on water since she can't drink. luke walks over, extends his hand, and smiles, "may I have this dance mrs. hughes?"

she looks at ethan's wife who nods and mel smiles, "you may mr. hughes." she lets him pull her onto the dance floor for a slow dance. something they don't get to do often. mel comments, "I'm so happy for shea. he looks so happy and grown up."

"yea. you always had a soft spot for him didn't you?"

"of course I did. you left me alone with him and gavin for a year and someone had to supervise them. I grew close with him and he's the little brother I never wanted but got stuck with anyways."

"I don't know if I've ever told you this but one of the things that I fell in love with about you is your ability to open your heart to anyone. especially the important people in my life."

"well if they are important to you then they are important to me. we're in this life together luke."

"that's what I mean. you took shea in your arms in college and kept him under your wing while he made the transition. and I know it meant a lot to him."

"he's family. it was a no brainer." mel smiles up at her husband. Luke leans down and presses a soft but long kiss to her lips. he mumbles against them, "I love you mel. my crazy girl."

"I love you too Luke."

she makes plans for the weekend, can't wait to go out, till she changes her mind, and says, "let's stay on the couch and watch TV", and she falls asleep

"come on Luke, let's get the whole gang back together for the weekend, send the kids to your parents or my parents or to their friends and just have a weekend with our friends with no kids and no responsibilities. like college all over again. it will be fun, and we haven't seen some of them in ages with mackie, mark, and ethan moving out of michigan."

"fine. but you have to promise not to change your mind about it. because even if you do, it's still happening and they'll still be here."

"I won't change my mind." mel says nodding with smile, excited about their friends coming to town.

~day before their friends come to town~

"luke, are we sure they're still coming tomorrow?" mel asks while cooking dinner. luke rolls his eyes and nods, "yes. you aren't getting out of it."

"but I really just wanna wear sweats and watch tv with you."

"not happening. and we do that every night. they are coming and it's final." he says looking her in the eye. mel nods and mumbles "fine" under her breath.

~night of~

after the first hour of catching up and being excited to see everyone, they all gather around the fire pit on the back patio. mel is curled up on luke's lap and after being under the blanker with luke rubbing her back for 30 minutes, she's out cold. luke chuckles and dylan asks, "what's so funny hughesy?"

"mel is out cold."

"typical mel." ethan comments. mark adds, "some things never change." both of their wives smack them for their comments but everyone knows it's true. she always suggests doing something and then curls up on luke's lap and falls asleep pretty quickly.

beautiful crazy, she can't help but amaze me, the way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances, and wears her heart on her sleeve, yeah she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me

mel is sitting in her office, in late july, on her computer to organize the family calendar to make sure that her and luke can get all of the kids where they need to be. luke comes home to his wife hard at work once again. he smiles, "do you ever take a break baby?"

mel jumps, not hearing him walk in. she says, "no. because if I take a break, the kids don't get where they need to be. because christian was so focused on hockey this summer that he never took his road test, bridge moves into holy cross in 3 weeks, and Delaney is coming back from pgf with lauren and sophia in 3 days and she has a camp at michigan when she gets back."

"woah, just relax for a second mel. it's gonna be ok. just breathe." luke says softly and pulls mel up from the desk and into a hug. mel lets out a deep breath and asks luke, "were we crazy for signing our kids up for so many activities as a kids and they kept that schedule into their teen years? like did we cause this because this is what we did?"

"no at all. we told them that if they didn't wanna do any of this that they didn't have to. and that just drove them even more. they get their crazy dedicated work ethic from you sweetheart."

"I'm not crazy dedicated, I'm just passionate." mel argues back against luke's chest. he chuckles, "you say passionate, most people say crazy. but you're my crazy girl and I love that about you. and don't worry about the kids, we'll figure it out mel. we always do."

"are you sure?" mel questions. luke nods, "I'm sure. I'll tell christian that he had to schedule a road test before school starts with the program or else he can find a different ride to the rink. and del will figure out what she wants for college soon, she's only a sophomore don't forget. and we'll get bridgette to worcester. you're parents are still nearby and I'm sure they'd be willing be to help out. but we got it melissa, I promise."

"never melissa me again." mel says looking up at him.

"I won't. I just used tot o get my point across." luke chuckled and kissed her head. he just holds her close and enjoying a moment to themselves in their very busy lives. mel is understanding how jim and ellen felt reading quinn, jack, and luke.

she's crazy, she's crazy, but her crazy's beautiful to me, her crazy's beautiful to me

luke is never not amazed but how go-go-go his wife is when it comes to the kids and how organized she has everything. he loves seeing her take control of the situation and get everything handled using her crazy methods to do so and is never not so deeply in love with mel that it hurts him to even think about a life without her.

[cowgurrrl]

Shrapnel

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: “Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.” — Lois Lowry, The Giver aka a person from your past finds their way back [2.3k]

Warnings: pregnancy, a problematic ex, jealousy, talks of Jane, ✨feminine rage✨, language, threats of canonical violence

You're holding Joel's hand while walking through Jackson when it happens. He's not usually one for PDA, but since you found out you're pregnant, he almost always has a hand on you. He squeezes you when a voice calls out to you. You have a doctor's appointment later in the day and got through your unremarkable early morning patrol shift. You're much more interested in debating baby names with Joel than talking to anyone else, but the shouting gets more persistent. At first, it's just your first name, but as the sound gets closer, your maiden name gets tacked on. Nobody's called you by your maiden name in years. It's enough to make you turn with furrowed brows and frustration building in your chest.

It takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the person in front of you, but once they do, you're stunned into silence. He's aged— wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, gray at his temples, and a slight limp in his gait. He's definitely not the teenage boy you once knew. You subconsciously drop Joel's hand and take a step back to fully process the man in front of you.

"Matt?" You breathe, and he smiles.

"Hey," he says. "I can't believe you're… here and alive."

"Yeah, I could say the same to you. What are you doing in Jackson?"

"My group trades out here sometimes. I've never seen you here before, though." He says. How the fuck could Maria not tell you about the smuggler who looks a scary amount like the little girl in the photo on your desk? Maybe she didn't know. Jane never had his last name. There's no way she would've known. "What are you doing here?" He turns the question around.

"We live here." You say and raise your hand to rub Joel's back. His shoulders are tense under your touch, but you each relax at the familiar affection. Matt looks between you two, and you recognize the slight puffing of his chest. Matt's body has changed with the apocalypse, muscles and scars peeking from his sleeves, but Joel is broader and a good head taller than him. Joel doesn't even blink at the peacocking.

"You gonna introduce us?" Matt asks, gesturing to Joel.

"Uh… yeah. Yeah, this is my husband, Joel," You look up at Joel and nearly choke on your next words. "Joel, this is Matt, Jane's dad." Joel's face falls at the sudden connection. You can see him scrambling for something to say, but a light tap on your shoulder stops him. Like the patron saint of horrible timing, Ellie appears at your right. Matt looks over her in awe, and you immediately want to tuck her away from sight. "Joel, can you take her home?"

He stares at you, a protective glint passing through his eyes, and you give him a minuscule nod. He clears his throat and jerks his head at Ellie. The unspoken communication is understood, and she falls back enough for your blood pressure to drop to a reasonable level. He pecks your lips before holding a hand out to Matt.

"Nice to meet you, man." He says, and Matt meets him halfway, grimacing slightly at Joel's grip.

"Likewise," Matt says. Joel gives you one last look as he walks away. You watch him and Ellie bump shoulders and get further and further away from you and Nugget, Joel's nickname for the baby still developing under your heart. When you pry your eyes from your family and look at Matt, he smiles politely. "Should we talk?" You don't trust yourself to open your mouth and speak, but you nod and lead the way to the Tipsy Bison.

The Tipsy Bison is emptier than usual, something you're silently grateful for. Town gossip didn't end with Cordyceps— something you and Joel are more than familiar with— and you don't want to give anyone material for rumors. Matt gets a plate of food while you grab a glass of water and snag a table towards the back of the room. Once he settles across from you with his plate, you're not sure what to say or do. What do you say to the father of the kid you had at sixteen? The kid he abandoned?

"What've you been up to?" He asks, breaking the ice and making you chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "Besides getting married." There's enough bitterness in his voice for you to hear it and roll your eyes.

"That's normally what happens when you don't see someone for over twenty years."

"C'mon, let's not do that."

"Do what?" You snap, and he gestures vaguely between you.

"Fight. I'm not gonna ask you for anything," I'm not gonna ask for her back. "I'm just happy you're alive and safe. I wanna know how you got here and what's been going on with you guys. Can you just, I don't know… let me in?"

Something stupid, vulnerable, and fifteen in you wants to give in and tell him everything. Something else screams at you to run him out of town. You take a deep breath and a sip of water.

"I was a smuggler in the QZ back home for a few years before moving to Boston. That's where I met Joel." You say, and he nods, grateful for the information.

"Joel seems like a good guy."

"He is," you say. He takes a bite of food, and uncomfortable silence falls over you. You wonder if he can spot your barely there bump under your thick jacket and if he would even say anything if he did. He barely gave you any attention when you were pregnant with Jane. You doubt he'd see anything now. "How long have you been smuggling?"

"About ten years. I used to do the FEDRA jobs before I met the people in my group. It's better money, and I get to travel with them."

"What QZ did you end up at?" You ask. He gives you the name of another QZ about a six-hour drive from your hometown. He tells you he was visiting a friend when Outbreak Day happened and never made it back. Why would he? He didn't have anything he cared enough to come back for. You tell him about getting to the local QZ and staying there, conveniently leaving out details about Adam, hit jobs, and midnight star gazing. Once you're done, he stares down at his plate, moving food around with his fork as he thinks.

"That girl," he starts, and your heart clenches. "Was she-"

"No," you cut him off, shaking your head. "No, she's not. Her name is Ellie. Joel and I adopted her a few years ago."

"So, where's Jane? She's… how old is she?" He asks. Your hand instinctually lands on your small bump under the table, a nervous habit you picked up from your first pregnancy.

"Twenty-five."

"I can't believe that. What's she like?"

"Matt…"

"I know I don't have the right to ask or even be here, but I wanna know about her. If you don't want me to meet her, that's fine. I won't argue with you. I just wanna know if she's happy. Well-adjusted, especially after everything. That's all." His words are too little, too late. How dare he act like you kept her from him when he never came around in the first place. Like suddenly he's Father of the Year, and you're the bitch baby mama who never gave him a chance.

"She's dead." It stings as it leaves your mouth, and you watch the weight of the words smack him in the face. His fork falls from his hand, and his eyes search your face like he's trying to determine if you're lying or playing a mean joke on him. You don't know what he finds in your expression, but it's enough for all his breath to leave him.

"W… what? What happened? When?"

You give him bits and pieces. You tell him about Mrs. Carmichael and the school, but you don't tell him how far you were from the QZ or why you couldn't return to your original, much closer trading post. You tell him you buried her but not where. You tell him you went after the Fireflies who detonated the bomb but not how you bled information from them until you were shaking from rage and grief. By the end of it, he's pale and wide-eyed, but his hands are steady.

"I should've been there," he says, and you want to agree, but then he keeps talking. "I could've protected her better or kept her safe or, I don't know. Maybe things would be different." Protected her better. What the fuck could he have done that you didn't? How would he have kept her safe? By keeping her from her peers, learning, and the sliver of hope embedded in her favorite books? By locking her away and controlling her every move like he tried with you?

"What would've been different, Matt?" You ask, decades of anger and annoyance bubbling up to the surface. "You? Us? Give me a fucking break. There's nothing you would've done to protect her. You weren't ready to be anyone's father, let alone hers."

"But you think you were?"

"The second I saw those positive tests, I knew I could. For ten years, I was ready to give her anything and everything. For ten years, I took the shitty jobs and overdrew my bank account, and lost sleep trying to keep her alive. And what were you doing when I got kicked out of my mom's house and had nowhere to go? What were you doing when she had colic and couldn't stop crying? What were you doing when she needed someone to walk her into school every morning for a month because she was so scared?"

"I was a kid." He tries, and you laugh, dangerous and low.

"And I wasn't? I was Ellie's age when I had her. Joel was twenty-two when he had his daughter, and he was scared but still stepped up for her." At the mere mention of Joel, he rolls his eyes and pushes away from the table.

"We're talking about us and our daughter, not him."

"Oh, it's our daughter now? Now that she's dead, you want some kinda claim?" You ask. "You don't get to come into my town, ambush me, and then act like I'm the bad guy," he tries to open his mouth to argue, but you put a hand up to stop him. "And if you say anything else about my husband, I'll tie you to the back of my horse and drag you out of town. Do you understand me?" You ask, and he pauses like he's trying to figure out if you're serious, nodding when he realizes you are.

"Here's what's gonna happen: you and your group are gonna trade whatever you need to trade for, and then you're going to leave my town. You're not gonna say anything about this conversation to anyone, most of all my daughter, and if I catch you so much as looking at her again, I'll break your fucking neck. You can keep smuggling here but never speak to or about my family ever again. If I find out you're spreading lies about Jane or Ellie or even Joel, I'll-"

"Careful, you might run out of big, scary threats there, sweetheart." The unmistakable sound of you cocking your gun under the table clicks in the air. It's a miracle he's survived this long with that big fucking mouth and no observational skills. He swallows hard as you press the barrel of your gun into his kneecap.

"You wanna cut me off again, or do you need to learn a lesson?" You ask. He shakes his head, suddenly enthralled by whatever you could have to say. "Get the fuck out of Jackson." You push your gun against his bone hard, hard enough to make him hiss in pain, before removing it completely.

Then, silently and with his tail between his legs, he does what he does best. Turns his back and leaves. You're privy to the fact that this is similar to the first time he left. You were pregnant, he was pissed, and neither of you were necessarily happy with the situation. Except this time, you hold all the power. This time, instead of going back to a home you'd be kicked out of, you're going home to your husband and child. This time, your baby already has a father who loves them so much, and you still have six months until they're born. This time, you're not worried about the future because you have people who support and love you, no matter what.

And what is he returning to? A sleeping bag and the knowledge that he fucked up and probably will continue to fuck up until he gets it together or dies, whichever comes first. For the first time since he yelled at you and left you to fumble with the pieces at sixteen, you feel a sense of closure or, at least, victory.

Did you see that, Janey girl? You think when you walk outside and look up at the gray March sky. Do you see how I'm still protecting you? Do you see how much I still love you? Do you still feel it? A single, strong kick to your side seems as good an answer as any. You laugh and rub your hand over where you felt the tiny foot. For a moment, you realize you're the only bridge between Jane and this baby, that whatever cells Jane left behind in you are mixing with these new ones. And you're not religious, haven't been for a long time, but you pray they're able to know each other through you. You pray you're strong enough to do that for them. You pray one day you'll see Jane again, and she'll tell you how she was with you every step of the way.

Not yet, sweet girl, you think. Not quite yet.

[algea]

soooo…

Lars Pinfield.

yeah he can be a massive prick and has said a few mean things to you in the past, but since you've been gone Lars has seemed to lighten up. That was, until you came back.

you always thought Lars was attractive, but you never truly were attractive until you came back after you graduated college. Winston let you hang around the lab to assist your dad in work, so you saw Lars almost everyday. That was, until you went off to college and got an internship with a company that worked with unusual deaths and phenomenons. That sent you away for about 6 years, but you always kept in touch with your father, Ray, Winston, and Phoebe. After 6 years, someone can really change. And that’s what you did. You matured and grew, creating a strong, independent individual. You halfway hoped didn’t expect that Lars was going to be there. You walked through the old aquarium’s hall, silently freaking out. You stood at the door, questioning whether you should actually enter the room.

“you going in or just gonna stand there like a statue?” You heard a girls voice ask. You turn to see a girl with white dreads standing behind you. “I’m just uh…I’m just indecisive.” You reply, giving a half smile.

“about what?” She asks.

“well, I haven’t been back in 6 years, so it’ll be weird for everyone.” You mutter, fidgeting nervously.

“I’ll walk in with you so it makes less of a scene, is that ok? I’m Lucky, by the way.” Lucky smiled.

“Y/N.” You replied back, shaking her hand. She swiped her keycard and the doors opened. Through the slight mist the doors emitted, you could make out the vastly changed lab. Lucky patted your shoulder and led the way. You first searched for your dad, whom you spotted in his office. You walked up to the window and looked through at him, waiting a few seconds before he recognized who you were. Peter rushed to the door and flung it opened, attacking you with a big bear hug. You laughed and hugged him back, a few tears slipping through your eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much dad. I wish I could’ve talked to you every single day.” You cried.

“I know. I mean who wouldn’t want to talk to me everyday, I'm just SO awesome." Peter replied. You scoffed and grinned. You pulled away from your dad and glanced around the room. After briefly scanning, your eyes settled on a man with blond hair, looking intently at a computer.

"Is that...?" You whisper to your dad, quietly motioning towards the man.

"Who? That nerd? Yeah, that's him." Peter confirmed, rolling his eyes slightly. You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment and a bashful smile ghosted your lips.

"Go talk to him." Peter said, giving you a wink and walking back into his office. You turned and combed your fingers through your hair, making sure it looked ok before you talked to him. You were nervous. So so nervous. You combed your hands through your hair a few times, making sure you looked fine. Finally, you started slowly walking towards him.

He was so engulfed in whatever he was doing, it was almost cute when he muttered to himself whatever he was calculating. You really didn't want to disturb him. You really just wanted to turn around and walk right out because you were so nervous as to how he would react.

"Oh, who are you? Why are you in here?" You heard him call. You frozen in place, heartbeat racing. You turned to him and said,

"Hey Lars.."

Lars' eyebrows knit together, lips parting in confusion.

"You really don't remember me? It's only been 6 years." You mutter, fidgeting with a button on your sleeve while looking down at the ground.

"Oh, my God. Is that you, Y/N?" Lars whispers. His blue eyes search your face, finding familiarities that he once saw before. He slowly stood, setting down the goggles he had in his hand. He made his way to stand in front of you, his frame towering down over you. He hesitantly reached up, the tips of his fingers brushing under your jaw.

"You got a lot less ugly." He stated. You sighed, dropping your head slightly.

"I don't mean that in a bad way at all." Lars quickly explained, tipping your head to look back up at him. This moment of softness was immediately replaced with insults as he slipped his hand to your neck and kissed you. You felt insulted because he didn't do that until now. Why, why didn't he do it until now? It was unfair how he had the ability to do it, but you felt stupid and weak because you couldn't ever tell him how you felt. But at that moment, you felt so insulted that you enjoyed it. It was perfect, even though you were probably being watched by the rest of the entire staff there, it was perfect.

"Yeah, well the universe doesn't revolve around you." You mutter, wrapping your hand softly around his wrist.

"I'd rather it not because then I'd have to deal with you all the time." Lars smiled, brushing his lips against yours softly one more time.

"Whatever, but you still owe me an apology for being so mean to me before." You snickered.

"Sorry, I don't hand out free apologies like that." He scoffed, sitting back down. You were ok with that because you had secretly forgiven him. In the background, Ray was sighing and handing Peter a $20. What could've been better? Busting ghosts by yourself, or busting ghosts with a hot nerd (I'd choose the latter)?

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Warnings: semi-smut,language

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CHAPTER FIVE: Shower Thoughts

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October 29th

"We can't take too long they should be back soon. Tara's class ends in ten and it takes fifteen minutes to get-" Scar fixes the water "Baby. It's okay." Ethan wrapped his arm around Scarlett's waist and pulled her forwards. Ethan leaned down and crashed his lips onto Scarlett's. His reached up and grabbed Scarlett's dark claw clip and placed it on the counter. Scarlett felt her long lochs touch the middle of her back before grabbing the ends of her navy long sleeve.

Ethan backed away for a second and lifted his light blue polo over his head and started working on his jeans. After the two finally undressed Scarlett was the first one to enter the shower with Ethan not far behind. "Can you hand me the soap please?" Scarlett pointed at the tan bottle behind Ethan on the shelf. "Which one?" Ethan scanned the row of body soaps.

"The vanilla scented one." Scar told. Scarlett grabbed her purple wash cloth and the soap from Ethan. "You wanna smell like a girl tonight?" Scarlett asked as she squeezed the soap out onto her washcloth. "I don't mind smelling like you." Ethan leaned down and kissed the wet raven haired girl. "Mmm." Scarlett moaned as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Scar?"

The two froze. "Quinn?" Scar asked. "Yeah it's me. I'm back, I just need to wash my face. Girl, let me tell you about this fucking weasel I just went out with." Quinn sighed. Scarlett looked over at Ethan and put her finger over her mouth for him to keep quiet. "Fist of all, he looks like he just rolled out of bed. Isn't that like gross ? Especially if I'm meeting you for the first time for a date?" Quinn expressed. "Yeah totally." Scar agreed trying to focus on her roommate not seeing or hearing them both. "Then when I try to talk to him, all he can talk about is what his ex was wearing on her instagram that he stalked right before our date. Like what the fuck dude. Why are you here then. Where is my face stuff?" Quinn looked around the counter tops and cabinets.

Scarlett's eyes wondered until she saw something. Quinn's face wash, in the shower, on the ledge. "Fuck." Scarlett mouthed. "Oh I think it's in there." Quinn said as she started heading towards the shower. "Sorry I see it." Quinn looked to see the soap resting on the shelf peaking out the shower curtain. Quinn reached her hand in and grabbed her face wash but stopped. Quinn looked down to see feet that definitely didn't belong to Scarlett. Quinn paused and looked down at the bathroom floor. She saw a mix of clothes. From Scarlett's shirt and black jeans and a blue polo she recognized. Quinn opened the shower curtain to see a naked Scarlett standing in front of a naked Ethan. "OH. MY. GOD." Quinn shrieked before quickly closing the curtain. "Quinn, it's not what it looks like!" Scarlett quickly tried to come to their defense. "You guys aren't fucking?" Quinn asked. "Okay it's exactly what it looks like." Scarlett sighed. "We aren't together though." Ethan added. Why did it hurt her when Ethan told Quinn they weren't together. Why did she care it's not like they didn't agree to just be friends and do this. "Yeah we're just "together"right now..." Scar trailed off.

"So you guys are just hooking up?" Quinn asked. "Yeah." Ethan was quick again to answer. Scarlett looked at him curious on why he answered so quick. "And does anyone else know about this whole shebang you two got going on?" Quinn gestured towards the shower. "No and we aren't telling anyone." Scar peaked her head out of the shower curtain. "Okay message received. Well I'm gonna go and let you two..." Quinn trailed off. Scarlett rolled her eyes. "...finish before Tara and Sam get home."

"Thank you." Scar smiled at her as Quinn closed the door behind her. "Fuck." Ethan whispered. "You still wanna?" Scar looked up at him. Ethan gave her a smirk before leaning down and connecting his lips with her. The kiss was wet and sloppy as Ethan wrapped his hand around Scarletts thigh. Lifting her up off the bathtubs floor, Ethan rested her against the wall. His lips travels to Scarletts neck as he lined himself up with her entrench. "Ethan." Scar moaned out as he slowly entered her.

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"No, Dad I'm not fucking doing that! I'm-" Ethan words were cut off when he heard the front door open. "Hey..." Scarlett trailed off, she knew she probably opened the door at the wrong time. "Hey, sorry for interrupting. We are ordering chinese I was just wondering if you wanted your usual?" Scarlett asked. "Oh yeah, um, thank you." Ethan stuttered taking his phone away from his ear and pressing the hang up button. "Are you okay?" Scarlett asked cracking the door behind her. "Yeah , just my dad." Ethan slid his phone in his jeans. "You know I can tell when you lie to me too." Ethan scoffed at her statement. "Not all the time." He muttered. "Well most of the time. You sounded pretty angry." Scarlett whispered. Scarlett never really saw Ethan raise his voice yet alone get angry. It was a new sight. "He just wants me to come home."

"Maybe he's right." Scarlett sighed. "Not about this. I'm not going anywhere." Ethans voice dropped a decibel. "Just come back in and let's just relax. We are about to start a movie." Scarlett reached over and grabbed Ethan's hand. Ethan cupped Scarlett's cheek with his free hand. He leaned down and placed a gently kiss on her lips. Scarlett sunk into the kiss till she heard the voiced of her friends. "They are probably wondering what we're doing." Scarlett pulled away. "Yeah." Ethan whispered. Scarlett looked up at his brown eyes then back at his lips. She leaned in one more time and gave him a gentle kiss. Ethan wrapped his arms around Scarlett's waist and brought her in close to him. "Scarlett?" Anika's voice brought Scarlett and Ethan out of their haze. Scarlett and Ethan quickly backed away from each other as Anika opened the door more. "You guys ready?" She asked. "Yeah, Yeah, we're ready." Scar smiled.

Ethan and Scarlett made their way inside as their friends were starting to get comfortable on the couch. Thats when it hit her, another wave of nausea. "I'll be right back." Scar told her friends as she headed towards the bathroom. She closed the door behind her as she leaned against the counter. She felt like she had to throw up but something in her just wasn't letting her. Then another wave hit her. This one stronger than the last. Scarlett put her hand over her mouth as she headed over to the toilet. After about two minute Scarlett finally finished up after throwing up everything in her system. She sighed as she lifted herself off the floor and headed towards her sink. Grabbing her tooth brush from the side and the tooth paste , Scarlett squeezed some toothpaste on the brush. After brushing her teeth she took a deep breath making sure she wasn't still feeling any more nausea.

"You okay? You look pale." Mindy asked as she tossed a piece of popcorn in her mouth as soon as Scarlett opened the door. "Huh?" Scarlett didn't hear Mindy she was focused on the taste of peppermint in her mouth now. "Yeah you do. You good?" Sam asked as she made her way over to the couches. Placing herself next to Quinn and Chad. "What? Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm just tired is all." Scarlett cleared her throat. "Come relax." Anika patted the couched next to her. "Yeah." Scarlett sighed as she walked over to the couch. She placed herself between Anika and Tara. Scarlett rested her head on Anika shoulder as Anika rubbed her head. Scar looked over at Ethan who's eyes were already other. "You okay ?" Ethan mouthed. Scarlett gave him a half smile and returned her attention to the movie playing. Even though her eyes were on the tv she could feel Ethan's on hers.

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October 30th

"So Scarlett, tell me. You from the city or you just here for school?" Asher sat back against his desk chair. "Just here for school." Scar answered as she drew her water bottle to her lips. "Where you from originally?" Scarlett looked at him and paused. "Michigan. How about you? Where you from?" Scar asked relaxing back in her seat. "Born in raised here." Asher sitting up from his chair for a second. "This seems like a busy place to grow up in." The two sat at Asher's desk eating the Chinese he ordered. Even though she had it for dinner last night she wasn't going to be rude and oppose.

"Ehh. It's not so bad. I was pretty much either at school or home til I started teaching." Asher slid off his brown sports coat and laid it on the desk. "Asher if you don't mind me asking. How old are you? You just look so young to be a professor yet alone have a doctorate." Scarlett watched as the brunette started to roll up his white dress shirt sleeves. "I don't mind. I'm twenty two."

"Damn." Scar said shocked. She knew he had to be young but twenty two? She wasn't expecting that. "Yeah. I graduated high school at sixteen and college at nineteen. Got jobs teaching at twenty and just have kind of gone from there." Asher explained. "Are you like a prodigy or something?" Scar asked. "Yeah. Yeah I guess you could say that. I just can pick up information a little bit faster and it helps to have a photographic memory." Asher finished rolling up the last sleeve. "Yeah that would help. I'm nineteen and don't even really know what I want one hundred percent. Can't imagine already knowing and doing everything you need to get there." Scar sighed.

"I just knew I liked teaching from when I use to tutor kids. It was always a great feeling knowing you helped someone learn something new. Something that could help them. Make an impact." Asher smiled sitting back down in his chair. "Thats very noble of you."

"Thank you. So what about family? Friends? Anything really driving you here besides school? Boyfriend?" Asher asked. "Family is kinda tough. However friends, I have a few of those and I love them. They're also studying here." Scar informed. "Mindy? It's Mindy right."

Mindy had a very interesting first class with Asher. Her witty comments about slashers in class today, Scarlett swore she was going to drive him away. Mindy wasn't exactly ecstatic with Scarlett staying behind with him for an hour. He just happened to arrive right after three people were killed, including the woman you had his current job. Ethan however told Mindy he wouldn't be far behind to walk her home. Mindy rolled her eyes telling him he's not that much better.

"Yeah..." Scarlett trailed off. "I like her, she's a firecracker. She could give me a run for my money in the slasher section." Asher chuckled. "Yeah it's her specialty." Scar was glad Asher wasn't put off to Mindy's comments. "What about your boyfriend? What interests him in this class?"

Asher's words caught Scarlett off guard. Did she hear that right? "Boyfriend?" Scarlett asked for more clarification. "Yeah. Eric? Evan? No, no, Ethan. Yeah Ethan." Yep she heard him right. "Oh he's not-" Scar started. "Oh I'm sorry. I guess that's what I get for assuming." Asher interrupted. "Why did you assume that?" Was she that transparent Scarlett asked herself. Were they both? "He's just always with you I just figured but that's my bad."

After a moment of silence Asher finally spoke up. "Scarlett can I be honest?" Scarlett took put her water bottle down on the desk after taking another sip. "Well I would hope you wouldn't lie to me." Scar joked earning a chuckle from Asher. "I really like talking to you." Asher voice turned more serious. "Yeah, you're pretty cool too." Scar smiled. "No Scarlett, I mean I really like talking to you and I-"

" You ready to go Scarlett?" Ethan's voice rang from behind Scar. She turned around to see Ethan in a change of clothes and no bag. He had on a dark green long sleeve much like the blue one he had on the other night. Scarlett thought back to that shirt and how you could see his muscles flex when he moved. He slid his hands into his dark grey jeans. "Oh um yeah. Thank you for dinner Asher. I'll see you Monday." Scar smiled as she got up and grabbed her bag. "You're welcome and yeah I'll see you Monday." Asher got up from his chair and shot her a smile as he watched her head over to Ethan. His eyes moved from Scarlett over to Ethan who was shooting him a glare. Asher swallowed hard as his eyes connected with Ethan.

[nicorobinohara]

The world you deserve...

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“Friend” (Tomodachi, in the Japanese original)

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R.femele (Childhood best friend)

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…Childhood

- when he was still just a little boy invisible to the world

He was the strange boy in the class. Quiet, isolated, always looking from afar at the group playing.

While everyone laughed and made plans to "save the world", you were the only one who really looked at him. The only one who asked if he was okay. Who shared his snack. Who heard his daydreams about giant robots, masked heroes and a future that no one else saw seriously.

You smiled and said:

"If this whole world turns to dust, I would still choose to stay on your side."

And that's when he decided that you would be his world.

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-But then... the affection became a silent obsession.

While you saw friendship,

He saw destiny.

While you were kind to everyone,

He thought he was being betrayed.

And that's why he began to manipulate everything... subtly.

It made you get away from others, get lost in problems that only he could help solve.

He made you depend on him, emotionally.

Not because it was cruel...

But because he couldn't stand the idea of losing you.

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- Deep down, he's still that boy.

The boy who saw you as a gentle star in an empty sky.

He loves you. Not as someone loves - but as someone needs.

And he swears:

"I would never hurt you... everyone else, yes. But you? You are my salvation."

"My dear dreamer" carries both affection and tragedy. He, with all the impossible dreams, clung to these words as if they were the only place where he could breathe.

-Late Afternoon, Summer 1971

The sky was painted in shades of orange, and the grass in the field swayed slowly in the wind.

You were sitting with him, both away from the rest of the group. While the children played saving the world with stick swords and capes made of towels, he looked at the ground, drawing circles with a dry branch.

- "They never let me play with them."

You sighed, pulling him by the sleeve until his shoulders touched.

- "It's because they can't see what I see."

He turned his face, curious.

- "And what do you see?"

You smiled, your eyes filled with a rare tenderness:

- "A boy who carries an entire universe inside his head."

- "My dear dreamer."

He froze. It was the first time someone called him that.

The first time someone named their dreams - and didn't make fun of them.

And at that moment, he decided:

"If the world needs to be saved... then it will be the world it deserves. A world where she never looks at anyone else but me."

-Two lonely hearts that recognized themselves in silence - you, calm and shy, him, isolated and dreamy. And now both with masks, creating a small secret world where only you two existed.

- In the secret hiding place, behind the school - Autumn, 1972

The dry leaves slamed under your feet as you approached the old abandoned warehouse. Nobody knew, but there was the refuge of you two. It was where he could talk about his dreams, and you... where he could, finally, exist without fear.

He was already there, sitting with his knees close to his chest, wearing his mask - the first version, made of cardboard and glue. That symbol was already drawn: the eye and the hand. He thought it was an emblem of courage.

You, in silence, took the little cat mask out of your backpack. He had made it with a cream-colored cardboard, drawing thin mustaches with colored pencils.

You put her on your face with an almost ceremonial care, approaching him with a racing heart.

He looked.

You didn't say anything.

He just touched his mask to his, lightly, like an innocent little kiss.

It was your silent ritual. A gesture only from you.

A "hello", a "I missed you", a "I understand you".

And he, inside, exploded in silence.

- "You know... I'm going to build a world just for the two of us." - he said softly, his words muffled by the mask.

- "A world where no one else can touch us."

You only answered with a soft nod... and a new touch of mask. Your way of saying:

- "I believe in your world, my dear dreamer."

-The farewell between two children who only had each other - even more so when one of them was the other's safe haven. This may be the moment that defines the birth of the "Friend" as a villain: the instant when he feels that the world stole him from you.

– Train Station, End of Winter, 1973

The sky was cloudy, as if even he knew that this was the end of a small universe. You were wearing a coat and scarf, with the kitten mask hanging around your neck. His small suitcase weighed less than his heart.

He was there, standing on the platform, quiet... mask on his face.

You ran to him, with teary eyes.

- "I... I don't want to go." - his voice came out trembling, thin, as if he were going to fall apart with the wind.

He didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Because, deep down, he thought that if he was silent, you wouldn't leave.

You hugged him tightly, tightly, as if you wanted to freeze the moment.

- "I'm sorry... please... I'm sorry for leaving you."

He felt the world collapse in silence. It was as if reality was tearing right there, between his arms.

You moved your face away just a little and, with trembling hands, put on your mask.

He was still with his.

And for the last time...

He put his cat mask on his.

But this time, his gesture was desperate, sad, almost a request:

- "Don't forget me... my dear dreamer..."

The train beeped.

You went up on your back, crying.

He stayed there. Stop. Without running. Without shouting. Just... stop.

And when the train left and took you away, he still stayed there for hours, with the mask glued to his face.

And that day, alone, he whispered:

- "If the world took you away from me... then I'll take the world back."

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Twelve

Day: Monday, November 13th Time: 7:00 AM EST

The next time Neil woke, it was to heavy footsteps on the stairs and Andrew's cheery voice. Neil missed the first half of the conversation, but he gathered from the rest that Andrew was explaining the dire breakfast situation in the house. Neil rolled off the couch and went to the doorway. Andrew looked as wired and ready for the day as always. He was dressed in a heavy black turtleneck Neil didn't recognize, presumably a shirt he hadn't packed when he moved to the campus dormitory. The sleeves were too long on him, hanging almost to his knuckles, and easily hid his scarred arms. He couldn't hide the multicolored mess Drake made of his face, though. Drake hadn't won that fight easily. Neil wasn't the only one who stirred at the noise Andrew was making. The others were drawn like moths to a poisonous flame. Nicky and Kevin stood in the doorway with Betsy behind them. Betsy didn't look rested, but she at least looked calm. Nicky and Kevin looked like the night had beat them up and left them for dead. Abby was trying for a brave face as she followed Andrew downstairs, but Neil saw the strain in her smile. Andrew chattered on like he didn't notice. Neil knew he did; Andrew's drugs made him manic, not stupid. Andrew was enjoying making Abby squirm. Andrew lost his train of thought when he spotted Neil in the doorway, though, and he stopped at the base of the stairs to point. "Oh, Neil is back. We thought perhaps you got lost." "I'm never lost," Neil said. "And never found," Andrew added with a sage nod. "All for the best, I'm sure. But good timing either way. This solves all our problems. Right, Bee?" Andrew looked over his shoulder down the hall and waggled a hand at her in come-hither. She gently eased Kevin and Nicky aside to get through. Andrew grinned at her approach and pointed at Neil again. "He knows where we left the car, and you know where the store is. Try to pick him up some clothes on the way back, would you? He's going to start smelling if we leave him too long." "Did you want anything in particular for breakfast?" Betsy asked. "No special requests," Andrew said. "You can ask the ghosts back there, but I don't think they have much of an opinion today. Maybe you're losing your touch, Bee. Oh, but here. Neil is going to need this." Andrew patted at his pockets, searching, and found what he was looking for on the third try. Neil only saw a flash of it before Betsy took it. Betsy only made it a step in Neil's direction before Andrew snagged her shirt to stop her. "Exites," Andrew said. "Kevin has the card." Betsy went back down the hall to get the team's purchasing card from Kevin. Andrew clapped his hands at Neil to get his attention. "Don't forget my knives, okay? I'm going to want them. Goodbye." Andrew tapped two fingers to his bruised temple in salute and headed into the kitchen. Betsy made it all the way to Neil's side before Neil realized he'd been volunteered to run errands with her. He started to protest, but the words stuck in his throat. Andrew's late-night accusation about Neil's hand in all this was still a fresh wound Neil wasn't ready to press. Neil sent a last look at Nicky and Kevin, then turned after Betsy and followed her into the cold.

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[scary-lasagna]

The Christmas Express of the Underrealm Pt iii

Sally hurried back toward her room, and slipped on the first thing she could find to protect her feet from the cold snow, her pink, oversized snowboots that Splendor claimed she would "grow into", despite never growing an inch since she died.

Sally thumped down the stairs, almost tripping over her own feet before she got to the giant front doors which Ben had left ajar for her to squeeze through, the wood being too heavy to even budge for her tiny arms.

Sally trudged through the snow eagerly to catch up to Ben, who was also making his way through the snow with silly-looking flip-flops.

"About damn time!" A familiar voice barked.

"Tim?" Ben narrowed his eyes.

"What about it?" Sassy as usual, Tim leered at the foot of one of the steps leading onto the train car. Dressed in blue proper train conductor attire, he held an old-timey lantern somehow aggressively. "You're late."

"Wha- Tim! Is this your train?" Sally asked, flabbergasted, trailing next to Ben.

"For tonight." He nodded. He even had a sharp-looking conductor's cap on. "And you, missy, had a lot of questions, didn't you?"

Sally looked down at her feet a little nervously, and sheepishly nodded, looking between Ben and Tim.

Tim smiled curiously, tilting his head, "Well. We'll have to get you some answers, then, huh?" He clapped her shoulder with a certain gentleness he only saves for those who need a delicate touch. He squatted in front of her, the snow pelted the three of them, and he looked between the two ghosts with a conniving smile. "Do you know what kind of train this is?"

"Yeah it's a Baldwin-"

"It's a magic train." Tim cut Ben's 'know-it-all' attitude off, with a jazz hand. "And it's up to you to decide to get on or not."

Sally felt a tingle deep in her stomach, a bundle of butterflies poking and fluttering around. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea. The whistle of death and everything…

"We'll go, right Sally?" Ben asks.

Sally snapped her head toward him. "Don't put words in my mouth, Benjamin!"

"We're on a tight schedule, make up your minds…" Tim strained, flicking open his pocket watch. He didn't wait for a response, and waved his lantern toward the front of the train.

The whistle howled in spurts and hissed fog from under the wheels of the train, all of the cars lurched forward a foot before the wheels churned forward on the invisible track.

"It's not or never, but I'll come with you no matter what you choose, best friend." Ben put his hand out for Sally to take. She had the ultimate decision. She paused, shifting her weight in the snow in thought. But the train was already speeding up, so in a leap of faith, she took Ben's hand, and ran forth to the train's escaping steps.

Ben hopped on first, and swooped Sally up in his arms just in time before she was met face-first with a snowman waving in the wind. Ben set the girl down, and led the way in front of them, hearing familiar cheers and laughter caused him to feel quite perplexed.

"Ben! Buddy, how ya doing?" Toby grinned from behind a red suede seat, accented with gold twists and spirals.

The interior held so much detail, down to the holly leaves on the top trimming, to the small golden bow-shaped lights illuminating the car. All the seats were made of red suede, with gold accenting the booths and arm rests.

"How'd you get here?" Ben asked the brunette, who wasn't even wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Only his spiderman-themed summer-style pajamas he wore year-round.

"I just followed Tim and hopped on the train." He shrugged so casually like it was an everyday thing to hop on a giant, trackless train.

"And you didn't like…think that it was wrong…?" He asked his friend.

"Why would it be wrong, it's a magic train. And isn't magic just great enough to not have anything bad wrong with it." Another voice piped up, Ben recognized it as Silver. Wait, Silver? As in Lost Silver talking amongst a group of people, that can't be right.

Both Ben and Sally exchanged glances, not quite comprehending the weight of what was happening.

As Sally peered around, she recognized most residents of the manor had a nice seat with a buddy, some were fighting for the window seat, and others were trying their best not to get motion sick.

The Slender brothers seemed to be missing, as well as someone else that Sally held dear. Ben guided her to sit down, already presuming the role of her caretaker for the night.

"If you're looking for Slender, we couldn't wake him up, he was like dead asleep, I've never heard him snore like that before, it was kind of freaky if I'm being honest." Toby giggled, leaning over the back of the seat to get closer to Ben.

"Where's [Y/N?]" Sally tugged on Ben's jacket, who seemed to be wondering the same thing.

"I dunno." He glanced around the rather large car, with open seats still available. "Maybe they're in another car."

Tim's voice interrupted the various conversations with the slight squeal of the loud speaker, "Stopping at the proxy cabin next. We missed a dumbass. Last stop."

"Maybe that's [Y/N]!" Sally jolted excitedly.

"Hey! It might be!" Toby let himself fall back into his seat to look out the window past Jane, who seemed like she couldn't care less to be on a magic train.

"We're stopping at the cabin, maybe they had overtime?" Toby suggested.

"[Y/N] said they were going to get a few presents they forgot from the cabin's storage area." Jane spoke up as she turned a page nonchalantly from beside Toby. "It was the only place to hide 'em without Slender poking around trying to get an early peek."

"How'd you know that?" Ben pointed out, standing so he could hear Jane better over the clammer of noise.

"Slender was chasing us off to bed and they whispered it to me so someone knew where they were goin'. I tried telling them it'd be locked, but you know how stubborn [Y/N] is." Jane propped her knees up on the seat in front of her, and cozied herself up for a long read, earning a joust from Jeff who will be suffering from a sore back.

The train screeched to a halt, and Tim's lantern peeks around the shadows through the whipping snow.

Ben could barely recognize his friend in that brown fur coat. The ugly one they received from an abroad friend, that they swore they'd never be able to wear in public. No doubt it was ugly on a hangar…but it suited them, Ben thought.

It suited them nicely.

[Y/N] kept debatingly looking backward toward the cabin, and pointing while discussing with Tim.

"What are saying, Ben?" Sally whispered.

"I don't think they wanna come on," Ben mumbled, rubbing the condensation off of the interior window to see clearly.

The lantern waved, and the train lurched forward.

That's when he caught it.

[Y/N]'s eyes.

Even through the fog, their color had no discoloration, and he could make them out perfectly clearly.

They paused, staring at Ben in the illuminated window. Seeming a little disappointed, they tucked their coat around themself and nodded Ben a bid of farewell.

But Sally had other plans, and climbed over Ben and ripping down the window with strength she didn't remember having.

"[Y/N]!! Hurry up! It's a magic train!!" She yelled, and although her convincing skills needed work, all [Y/N] needed was the sight of the little girl.

They started running, no- trudging hazardly through the snow. It was getting thick and tall, and their knees could barely pierce through the heaviness of the cold blanket.

And they fell. They fell facefirst as the train chugged past them, a few residents who were watching gasped, and whispered amongst themselves.

Even if they didn't make it on the train, they'd be dead by morning with no way back into the cabin.

[m1ch3ll3c0r3]

Kunikida x OC/Self Insert

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You're so pretty... Just like that gem on the beach...

***TW***

This story contains mentions of suicide. If you are going through anything, please talk to someone or call a help line!

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Kunikida's mind had been all over the place recently. His schedule is in shambles, and he doesn't know what to do about it. A few days ago, him work friend, Michelle, tried to commit suicide. Kunikida had been there in time to stop her, but this still didn't stop him from witnessing what she was about to do. He remembered the scene like it was one in a movie. She had the rope tied around her neck, and she was standing on a chair. She planned on jumping off of that chair. Kunikida saved her. But just barely. She was admitted into a hospital for the time being. He wished he had noticed the signs beforehand. He couldn't do anything about it now. He did what he could by saving her. He just hoped she wasn't sitting in her hospital bed hating him for it.

He sighs dejectedly.

What am I doing? Am I on schedule? I cannot make mistakes here..

He pauses as he remembers what happened.

I... I need to see her.

When he finishes with all his work, he goes to the hospital to see Michelle. He walks through the white hallways and enters her room.

Kunikida quietly entered Michelle's room. He noticed she was quietly playing with a small stuffed animal. He recognized it immediately. It was a blue dragon he had given to her on her birthday when they were still in high school. She seemed to be crying as she held it to her chest and stared at the ceiling, not noticing Kunikida had entered the room.

Kunikida sits down next to her bed. He watches her for a while but finally breaks the silence.

Michelle?

Michelle heard his voice. She did not look at him. Instead, she sat up slightly and hugged the stuffed animal as her crying became louder. She acknowledged he was there, but she felt bad for making him see her like that. She couldn't help but think about all of the time they spent together. She felt like she ruined everything between them after her attempted suicide.

Michelle, please... Don't be like that. It was my fault for not noticing the signs. It was unfair of me to assume you would be okay.

He pauses.

I am just glad you are still alive.

Michelle calms down a little bit and wipes some of the tears from her face with her sleeves. She looks at him and touches his face lightly with her hand. Her hand was cold

You're a good man, you know that?

Michelle seems to be holding back tears between words. She looks at his face for an extended period of time.

Your eyes are so pretty..

Kunikida's face heats up, and he looks away. His cheeks are flushed, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Ah... T-Thank you..

He rubs the back of his head with his hand

But why do you say that?

Michelle moves her hand off of his face and wipes some more tears off of her face with her sleeve.

They remind me of a pretty gem I saw one time..

Kunikida noticed she was trying to distract her mind from why she was in the hospital in the first place.

You're deflecting... I know you are thinking about what happened a few nights ago... The truth is... l feel responsible for it.

The tears start flowing her face again. She heard what he said to her. She was simply trying to ignore it. This time, while she spoke,she was crying and spoke something completely off of the topic.

That gem was sparkling... saw it on the beach.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he is getting frustrated now.

..Michelle, come on. You can't just deflect the topic like that every time..

It was beautiful..

She continued to cry as she spoke. She didn't want to talk about it. She continued to avoid it.

Just like you are... inside and out..

Kunikida sighs quietly and rubs his forehead with his hand. He's starting to feel agitated by this.

Michelle, I.. we have to talk about what happened just a few days ago.

Michelle continued to cry as she spoke. She knew Kunikida was becoming agitated, but she really did not want the broach the subject.

I wish I had brought that gem home.. the sunlight from my window would have made it shine more... and I could be reminded of you everyday..

Kunikida is starting to get angry.

Stop. Stop deflecting. Do you have any idea how much you worried me? Do you understand that I don't care about your damn gem?

Michelle sobs as she yells at him. She doesn't know what else to do.

BUT I CARE ABOUT IT! I CARE ABOUT THE GEM! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL! JUST LIKE YOU! I WISH I NEVER WORRIED YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE LIKE THIS!

Michelle buries her face into her hands and sobs. Kunikida gets angry to the point that he starts shouting at her.

You know what? Yeah, you worry me. And, what about it? YOU ALMOST COMMITTED SUICIDE AND YOU CAN'T EVEN TALK ABOUT IT LIKE ITS A NORMAL THING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Then he stops, realizing what he just said.

Michelle looks up at him. She doesn't know how to react to what he said besides yelling back at him to leave.

GET OUT! MAYBE I WAS WRONG! YOU AREN'T LIKE THAT GEM AT ALL! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!

Kunikida is stunned and speechless for a moment. Then he stands up from the chair and walks to the door.

Fine.

He walks out the door without looking back and slams the door behind him.

As soon as he left and slammed the door, her screams could be heard from the end of the hallway. This prompted several nurses to check on her.

As he walks down the halls, he is completely lost in thought. He keeps beating himself up for what he said to her. He was just thinking she wouldn't care, but.. Now, he has probably ruined the relationship between them.

(Time skip)

Michelle was finally let out of the hospital and was allowed to work again. She had returned to the agency but was never allowed to be on her own. She was still partners with Kunikida. The two were silent most of the time. Until one, they were both working on some paperwork from a case they just solved. Michelle suddenly spoke.

Kunikida... I still think that you are beautiful like that gem I saw..

Kunikida is taken aback by this. This is the first time Michelle spoke to him properly after the incident. He turns his head to face her.

Are you still talking about that goddamn gem?

I'm sorry...

She looks back down at the paperwork and sighs as she continues to fill out the paperwork from the last case.

Kunikida is still looking at her. He is visibly annoyed but is starting to calm down. He clears his throat.

You know I'd rather you not talk about that gem anymore, right?

Alright..

Michelle hands him her half of the paperwork that she completed. She stood up and looked outside of the window, staring at the beach where she had found that gem that reminded her so much of Kunikida.

It seems like she has still not gotten over this gem. Kunikida rolls his eyes and finishes filling out the paperwork that Michelle gave him. He walks over to where she is and taps her shoulder to get her attention.

Mhm...?

She doesn't bother to turn around as she continues to look out of the window. However, she seems to still be listening to him.

Kunikida stares at her back for a little while before speaking.

.. Do you still hate what I said to you that day?

No. I deserved it.

She closes the window and turns around to look at Kunikida.

Now that she is facing him directly, she notices the coldness of his eyes towards her. Her heart sinks as she realizes that she caused that with her actions.

I wish you were still the same man who saved me. You're like a whole different person now. I can only blame myself for it.

Michelle puts on her jacket and leaves. On her way out, she says to him where she is going.

I'm going to the beach...

Kunikida is struck by this statement. He stares at her blankly as she leaves. He notices her body language, showing sadness, which is unusual for her. He wants to stop her from going. But he cannot bring himself to chase after her.

Michelle makes it to the beach. She goes to the spot where she found that gem. It was still there. She sat in the sand as she picked up the gem and watched shine in the sun's brightness. It really did remind her of Kunikida. Back before the hospital incident.

Kunikida has been watching her from behind. He has made it his duty to follow her. They may no longer be on close terms, but he still cares about her.

She sits down on the sand. She stares at the gemstone shining in the light. She seems so... peaceful. He just stares at her, unable to say anything.

Michelle does not turn around. However, she does notice Kunikida's presence

Kunikida... you can sit next to me... I want to still be friends with you... I don't want to waste a friendship I've had since high school. I know you hate this gem, but... you can come look at it if you want.

He hesitates but goes to sit beside her anyway.

All right, I guess.. But you can't make me look at that thing. I am sick of it.

She doesn't make him look at it. She looks at Kunikida's eyes and back at the gem multiple times. The gem really was the same color of his eyes. She didn't say it out loud, though, since she still wanted to be friends with Kunikida and not upset him anymore.

Kunikida sits in awkward silence. He looks at Michelle and the gem. He can see that the light shines off of them in similar ways. He stares at these two objects and then at Michelle's eyes. He finally speaks after quite a while

The gem does shine just like my eyes..

I told you...

Michelle smiles slightly and places the gem in her pocket.

I'm sorry for what happened at the hospital... I know you were trying to help me...

Kunikida pauses for a bit and finally sighs.

l am sorry for what I said. I think we were both in a rough spot.

He smiles slightly.

I am glad you are still alive...

[shallyne]

Yours

It's my first smut, don't judge. This took me forever

Words: 1.3k

TW: explicit sexual content

Feyre had danced the entire evening with her friends, switching her dance partner every few dances when a new song started playing but there was always one constant, his burning gaze on her. Maybe that's why she was careful to stay in rhythm, to swish her hips slightly more and gliding her hands over her body, having Rhysand's attention always where she wanted it.

The last two dances with more, she hadn't paid as much attention to him as she should, losing herself in the music and enjoying the atmosphere only to find that Rhys didn't watch her anymore, he didn't even sit in their booth anymore. Fanning her face with her hand, she let her eyes do a sweep through Rita's, with no luck.

"I have to step outside for a minute," Feyre told her best friend, disappointment settling deep that Rhys had left. Probably with another woman even. That thought left a sour note, making Feyre ball her fists and take a deep breath. Rhys and Feyre weren't anything, she didn't have any right to be jealous.

Mor's brown eyes settled on Feyre, her brows furrowing in worry, "Do you want me ro come with you? Or one of the boys?"

Feyre smiled at her, grateful to have such a friend as Mor, "Thank you but that won't be necessary, I just need to cool down for a moment." She gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then meandered through the crowd, slowly finding her way to the door at the far back. As she walked by a mirror, Feyre fixed the high ponytail on her head and checked her makeup. The red lipstick she got from Mor, her mascara and eyeliner still looked fine. Satisfied, she pushed open the door and climbed the three stairs into the dark alleyway that was only lit by a flickering neon sign.

Her eyes instantly fell to a figure that stood partly in the shadows and Feyre went rigid until she recognized the familiar form, holding a cigarette.

"I thought you stopped smoking," Feyre drawled, her voice instantly becoming lower, taking a sultry tone. It was a game between them, the flirting, the banter. They had never crossed a physical line, if you ignore the prolonged eye contact and fleeting touches, but emotionally? They crossed so many lines that Feyre had lost count.

"I only smoke occasionally," Rhys replied, putting it away as and fully turned towards Feyre, hands sliding in his pockets, "I'm barely smoking these days."

"So, what's the occasion?" Feyre asked, taking slow steps toward him. Rhys paused, taking in Feyre. She wore a silver dress, barely covering her ass. It had a deep neckline and glittered like a thousand stars. The clicking of Feyre's high heels on the asphalt was the only sound between them. When Rhys's eyes wandered down to her legs, Feyre was pretty sure that she had imagined Rhys's shaky exhale.

His eyes snapped back up to hers when she stopped a few feet before him, faintly tilting her head, still waiting for an answer.

"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside and dancing?" He changed the topic.

Feyre shrugged, kicking a pebble away with her shoe, "I had to cool off for a moment." Rhys nodded, something heated creeping into his gaze. It was October, the autumn air was crisp but Feyre wasn't cold at all. She had wanted to cool off but it was nearly impossible under Rhys's gaze. "I thought you left," she admitted.

A smile tugged at Rhys's mouth as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Something in Feyre's voice had probably given more away than she wanted, leaving her vulnerable, "Did you think I left with another woman?"

She avoided his gaze, looking at his arm. Rhys had rolled his sleeves up to his elbow, showing off his tattoos, "Yes," Feyre admitted, feeling a heaviness pooling in her lower belly.

"Are you jealous?" Rhys asked as breathlessly as Feyre felt.

"I'm not answering this."

"Why?"

Her bright blue painted fingernails softly scraped his forearm, her fingers following the swirls of his tattoo. "Because you know the answer."

It went quiet, Feyre's heart hammered in her chest so hard she barely could hear the faint thumping of the music inside anymore. Her focus was fully on Rhys as his gaze bore through her. She stood straight, meeting his eyes. She hadn't realized how close their faces were, it took only one of them to slightly lean forward for their lips to touch. "What do you want, Feyre?" he asked, softly.

Her hand moved to his chest, resting there for a moment. Rhys's breath hitched and Feyre's hand moved up until it rested on his neck, her thumb caressing his cheek. "You," she whispered and closed the distance. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, deepening the kiss and he skin his tongue inside her mouth. It was electric, making Feyre feel more alive than she ever felt in her entire life. She pulled his bottom lip with her teeth, making him groan as he pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming down, stopping at her hip. She bucked her hips forward, feeling his erection against his stomach. Feyre managed to switch their positions, having Rhys against the wall, both panting. His hand slid behind Feyre's neck, keeping her close as he murmured against her lips, "You're so beautiful,"

Feyre smirked, "And?" she asked, her hands working on the buckle of his belt.

"Incredible, sexy, smart–" he trailed off when Feyre wrapped her hand about his shaft. His eyes were ablaze, watching her as she sunk down on her knees.

Her mouth watered as she took him in, "I want you to say it, Rhys, what am I?" she asked, pumping him once with her fist.

His eyes widened and his mouth opened, "Mine. You're mine." His voice was basically a growl.

Satisfied, she licked him from base to tip, eliciting a hiss from Rhysand. Nothing, no sound in the world, no music, would ever be as gratifying as the sounds she evoked from him. This was Feyre's paradise, she was sure. He fisted her ponytail when she finally took him in her mouth, releasing a small hum of approval. Heat bloomed in her stomach in such a force that Feyre had to squeeze her thighs together. Her lips wrapped around him, his grip tightening in her ponytail and she looked up, meeting his eyes. His gaze darkened with lust, Rhys bit out a strangled "Fuck," which was far up as one of Feyre's favorite sounds. Her hands rested on his muscular thighs and he pushed inside Feyre's mouth, she took him as deep as she could, pulling back and then taking him again. She let Rhys take the pace, a moan traveling up her throat.

"Fuck, Feyre," he breathed, "If you don't stop, I'll come."

Through her half-lidded gaze she looked at him, daring him to. "Say it again." he knew what she meant because his deep blue eyes flared, looking almost violet.

"You're mine," he said, "You're mine, Feyre."

Feyre ran her tongue over his crown, than fully took him in again, hollowing out her cheeks. He was big, her eyes watered but it didn't stop her. On the contrary, she felt powerful having him at her mercy like that. Nothing ever felt as right as this, having Rhys fucking her mouth, the anticipation crawling up her spine, the wetness pooling between her legs.

"Feyre–" Rhys breathed and she knew he was close. His grip loosened and she quickened her pace. His groan rumbled through the whole alley, turning hoarse as he finished inside her mouth.

Feyre swallowed, standing up on wobbly knees, leaning on the wall right beside Rhys. He pulled up his boxer, then zipped up his pants and fixed his pants. Dreamily, Feyre said, "That was…"

"Mind-blowing?" Rhys offered breathlessly.

"I wanted to say amazing but thank you!" Feyre laughed, Rhys joining her. "Can you drive?"

He nodded, his gaze darkening again as Feyre smiled, "I'll tell Mor I felt sick and went home." she said, taking his hand, pulling Rhys with her. "Your house?"

Rhys smiled brightly, "Yes." he kissed her one last time before they left the alleyway and went to his house, finishinf what they had begun.

[human-psyche]

INCARNADINE.

CHAPTER 2.

When Y/n comes to, she's laying on a soft mattress and her eyes open to the red velvet curtains of a canopy bed. There is no pain over her body, no soot, no smoke, only…silence. The silence scares her because it obstructs her fresh memories of the fire which soon rush in with a crippling force, enough to make her reel upwards and cough eventhough the air in the room is clean. 

She surveys her surroundings: expensive walls, paintings, a table and a chiar, a vanity; the closet is enormous and the windows are open, embroidered curtains fluttering in the wind, the moon up in the sky outside as if time stood still for hours on end. There's something eerily wrong about this picture...something that she belatedly realizes. 

She is not dead. Instead, she is breathing. She is alive...though not as much as she thinks. That, and her throat is aching. 

She looks down to herself then, noticing the plain, light weight white dress she's wearing. It's pretty, with flowing skirts and long sleeves. Faint stains of smoke onto her wrists and the smell that clings to her hair reveal that whoever changed her did not wash her and yet, Y/n can't tell how her wounds are gone. 

The door to the room creaks, allowing a shadow to filter through candlelight. A figure enters the luxurious, aristocratic chamber, his steps firm and steady. 

"You..." Y/n recognizes him instantly as he advances and the moon casts its silvery shine upon his beautifully deadened features, his pale skin and sea like, glassy eyes setting on her heavily; she greets his presence by scrambling back, no longer envisioning him as an angel of deliverance. He is no such thing, she notes internally, because if he was...she wouldn't be alive anymore... 

"Hello, Y/n."

"Do not come near me." she gets off the bed and walks around it, letting it be their barrier. "You...What am I?" 

"Quite not human, though neither are you like me. Not yet..."

"What have you done to me?!" 

"Your emotions are out of control right now. You need to calm down." he provides her with an answer she didn't ask for, placing a glass on the nightstand. 

Y/n's nose flares一 it's blood. It is as if she makes the connection on instinct before she can even spot the red, crystal like liquid inside it, her senses suddenly oversensitive. 

"No, no...What is happening to me一 What is going on with me?!" she trembles, feeling agitated.

"You're in transition."

His words travel the room to her like a ripple in the ocean, causing Y/n's thoughts to go numb. 

"No, no, no..."

"Shh..."

His whisper is abruptly to her ear, arms around her. It takes her a few seconds to comprehend that he moved in the blink of the eye. 

Then, she crumbles. She cries into his chest and claws at the back of his attire, willing the Earth to open and swallow her so that she can join her family and be nothing but dirt and ash. She yells and hits him, and he lets her. He takes her fury, he takes her sadness, he takes it all. 

"They took them away from me...they took them..."

Jimin pulls away and cups her face. "Who are "they"?" he asks her, even if he heard word about the fire in town. 

"My parents...and...and..."

Her eyes look away from him, her mind going blank again. "...Taehyung..."

Jimin doesn't need to quiz who he was because he touches the engagement ring on her finger. 

Y/n backs off, returning to her anger. 

"Stay away from me."

"Don't you want to know who started the fire?" 

"I said stay away from me!" 

The first object she can get her hands on from the nightstand, a candle holder, flys through the air torwards him, but the vampire catches it swiftly and tossess it to the floor. She goes to the vanity next, a perfume bottle hitting the closet as it misses him, then a comb, a hand mirror. 

Jimin gets fed up with her rage and appears in front of her一 pinning her down to the bed with his hand on her throat. 

She bounces slightly from the movement, her breath uneven; she watches him, like a deer cornered by a wolf, defiant yet delicate. 

"Do not test me, L/n Y/n," he states, calling her by her full name. It elicits wonder, on how he came to know who she is. Perhaps he heard about the fire, the town must've been up in an uproar...

"You were unconscious for two days. The transition lasts for three days...this is your last night. By the time the full moon reaches the highest point, you either turn or you die. The choice is yours. If you drink that blood...I will give you something you will thank me for: revenge. And while you're still half human...I won't let you go to waste. You, Y/n, are mine."

Without warning, he snaps his head back and bites into the side of her neck. 

Y/n screams. The pain is excruciating, pricking into her flesh like the quick stinging of thorns. It eases her life force into his mouth, gushing richly, and slowly, it subsides and a crescendo of something else replaces it: pleasure. It begins at her neck and extends out torwards her body, euphoric. The more he drinks, the harder it is for her to focus and not beg him to drain her and let her drown in the feeling of it. 

Jimin retracts when her limbs slacken and all the tension leaves her melting underneath of him, her eyes hazed. He looks to her, caressing her hair tentatively as he licks the divine tasting red that smears his lips. 

Even half dead, she is a rarity. He has to restrain himself not to kill her on the spot and ruin his own work of turning her. 

"Think about what I said."

With that, he leaves.

. . .

At twelve o'clock, the pendulum clock downstairs echoes its sound throughout the mansion.

Y/n feels weak, as if the moon that peaks outside the windows of the room saps every vigour she has left, magnetising her fading essence. Her skin is deathly pale, she's in cold sweat and oh so tired, her hands shaking as she writhes on the floor where she'd dragged herself and curled into a ball. The only thing she can think about is the blood from the glass on the nightstand but she holds back with everything she has; this feat alone makes her second death all the more painful. A few more minutes, any moment now. Any moment and she'll lose the second chance she's been dealt, the cursed blessing she's torn whether to accept or reject...

When the clock's thundering pendulum stops, the moon reaches its highest peak. Round, full, the shinny orb sails its light through the open window, shimmering translucently upon her neck: Y/n senses it burn away at her skin, like she is turning to ash. Ash...the memory of her beloved family...of Taehyung...how they perished and died. It spurs a roaring fire through her like that which stole their lives from them. Anger, pure, unadulterated一 undiluted chaos. She cannot go quietly in the night, because for them...she will sign her own damnation.

Amidst her quivering hand extending torwards the nightstand and failing to latch onto the dropping glass, another saves it from shattering.

Jimin crouches and brings the glass to her lips, half empty, blood dripping down his palm.

Y/n looks from the glass to the red liquid, her pupils dilating.

Jimin's not forcing her in any way, something he could have very easily done to achieve his desired result, but the look in his eyes is enough to both relax and disarm her.

Her vulnerable state pushes her forward into his enchanting call of a new life: she wants to accept his offer.

[ssahotchnerr]

Heyy! Hope you are doing well!!!

Had a really weird/scary experience this morning driving to work where this guy got agrressive and punched my car door (while i was still in the car). The only damage is a dent in my car door buttt that got me thinking … Could you please write a fic of either Aaron and/or the BAU comforting reader after she had a bad morning on her way to work and she walks inside in shock?

Thank you!!!

close calls

that's so so scary i'm so sorry :( cw; bau!reader, fluff and comfort, minor self-depreciating thoughts

"hey."

your presence didn't go unnoticed the second you entered the bullpen, as aaron was conveniently just leaving the small kitchen besides said door, cup of coffee in hand. however, you walked past him without much less of a glance. you were on complete autopilot, and so his welcoming greeting flew past you completely.

naturally he was taken aback, as it was very unlike your normal self. you were always quick to give him your bright smile and return an enthusiastic good morning. he considered it a crucial part of his daily routine.

worry instantly rippled through his chest.

something was clearly wrong.

aaron tried again, calling out your name and succeeding to grab your attention. his voice pulled you out of the trance you were in, and you turned to meet his eyes. his concern only heightened when he met your gaze, your expression similar to a deer frozen within headlights.

"oh," you stopped a bit too suddenly, having to regain slight balance as your feet were already one step ahead. you merely blinked, as if you were just now processing his presence, or reminding yourself where you were to begin with. "i'm sorry i'm late."

just like your mind, you sounded far away, too.

"no, no. i don't care about that." aaron's heart dropped at the anguish in your tone, especially when you took a step back, like you were expecting him to scold you. "are you alright?"

you opened your mouth to respond, but fell short, heat filling your cheeks as the gears in your head turned on and on about something. "it's- um, silly."

a frown pulled at his lips; it was a reoccurring habit of yours since you joined the bau, dismissing your feelings and everything else that fell in between. a bad morning compared to the wrath of serial killers? compared to what defenseless victims faced? your emotions meant nothing in comparison- were meaningless even. things could always be worse, so bad should be tolerable, right?

wrong. and aaron would continue to try and convince you otherwise.

always.

true to his word, "i can assure you, whatever it is, it's far from silly."

aaron's eyes were warm, inviting. and for the first time that morning, you felt safe. then again, you always did with him, and you couldn’t not open up to him.

"just... some guy nearly t-boned my car, on the way in." at your admission tears swarmed your eyes, ready and daring to escape. however you were faster, raising your sleeve to blot them before they managed to do so. “he sped away after.”

aaron's eyes widened and his jaw instantly tightened. but his first order of business- making sure you were in fact all in one piece. he scanned you quickly and once he was positive you weren't hiding any injuries, he asked again, with a bit more urgency this time. "are you alright?"

"fine, he just missed me." your statement was far from the truth; you weren’t fine and aaron knew it. your eyes began to water more profusely this time around, and you took a a deep, shaky breath. "just freaked me out a bit, y'know."

"of course." aaron was quick to validate, and he immediately placed his coffee down, long forgotten. "what do you need?"

"what?" you looked at him with glassy eyes, your voice so small you barely recognized it yourself.

aaron's hands carefully found yours, his fingertips just barely grazing yours- instantly comforting you at the touch. he was still fearful of any hidden wounds (yes, he checked again) and his actions were subtle enough to go unnoticed by any potential bystanders. he didn't dare to care about anyone else other than you. "what do you need?"

what could he do?

with a shrug, you all but whimpered, "have a shoulder to cry on?"

"absolutely." he didn't hesitate, his hand finding the small of your back and ready to take you into the privacy of his office.

you nodded, grateful.

"and once you're ready, let me know the intersection this happened at. i'll have garcia pull cams, and we'll get a license plate. i'll make sure whoever did this, is up to their elbows in traffic violations."

"thanks aaron," you sniffled softly, allowing him to guide you. you found yourself leaning against him for support- you were sure you would topple over from the weight of the morning’s events if you didn't. his arm wrapped around you further, holding you securely in place at his side. “you're the best."

[kisabesworld]

hellooo!

could you write ellie and reader? Ellie always had all the sorority girls hot on her heels until she met the reader, who was hot and interesting but tough and challenging and didn't seem to fall for Ellie's flirtations so easily and it frustrated her. imagine they were at a sorority party and the reader decides to indulge in ellie but first teases her a bit (with a short dress sitting on her lap talking close to ellie's lips but never letting ellie touch her and when ellie tried to kiss her the girl turns her face away) could this end with Ellie being a little mean as she fucks the reader in the backseat of the car?

thank you 😮‍💨

my heart skipped a beat reading this so yk i had to do it

cw: 18+ minors dni!, drugs, alcohol, mean ellie, strap-on usage

you’d heard around about ellie from your friends. about how she’s so hot, that they’d wish she’d ask them out. you’d never really seen the appeal. sure, she was attractive. but there wasn’t anything to absolutely fawn over. (pls forgive me for even typing that sentence..) they’d be all blushing cheeks and giggles, while you’d just sit on the couch, rolling your eyes in annoyance. how did they even have time for the mindless crushing when exams were coming up? you could barely think for yourself with all the information you were trying to shove in your brain. you just couldn’t understand.

ellie definitely noticed how you were. you didn’t act like the other girls in your sorority, and you didn’t even try to talk to her. she thought she had done something absentmindedly, maybe someone told you something about her? either way, she planned on figuring it out. though, her efforts weren’t recognized by you. she tried to get closer to you, strike up conversation, even joke with you. but every time you just gave her a bland answer and then left abruptly, leaving her cradling her pride while wondering why you didn’t have any interest in her. she definitely tried flirting, but you just brushed it off, acting like you didn’t understand that was what she was doing. even going as far as addressing the fact you were both friends, in a sickly sweet voice. she just rolled her eyes, giving up for the night.

after weeks of pining from ellie and still no results from you, your sorority had planned a party. what’s been happening with ellie had definitely wounded some of your relationships with your friends, passive aggressive jealousy being the result of how ellie had been acting. you thought maybe this could mend your relationships, but you thought wrong. of course, they invited the one person who’d started all the drama. ellie williams herself.

she’d been proud of herself managing to get an invitation for a party that was meant to be only sorority.. she felt special. and maybe a little bit like a douche. but mostly special. more than that, her heart fluttered in excitement at the thought you’d be there. maybe you’d give her a chance, finally? she swallowed her pride yet again as she got ready for the party, preparing to be rejected again. ellie didn’t usually wear makeup, or dress up in that matter, but tonight she wanted to impress you. even though her version of ‘dressing up’ was just a blue short sleeved button up and some jeans with her converse, she felt herself shudder at the thought she was making such an effort for someone. she put on some mascara, but just enough so you couldn’t tell. she honestly looked good. her lean arms were easily visible through the shirt, hair tied back in her signature half bun, the tattoo on her forearm only furthering how good she looked. she’d have to pat herself on the back later. grabbing her keys and shoving some chapstick into the front pocket of her jeans, she jogged outside to her car, excited for what was to come.

you, on the other hand, were much less excited than ellie. tension was high, you felt it suffocating you. you hoped things would ease as the drinks started flowing and everyone started smoking. but that was probably wishful thinking. you decided to push the thoughts to the corner of your brain, focusing on what to wear. you scoured your closet, brows furrowed in thought as you looked everything over. you ultimately decided on wearing a short black dress. shorter than you remembered. it was long sleeved and hugged all of your curves just right. you’d hoped you weren’t trying too hard. (if you wouldn’t wear a tight dress, just imagine it’s a short flowy one!!) checking your makeup in your vanity for a moment, you rubbed at a spot that needed fixing before stepping back. you thought you looked pretty good. the dress came down to your middle thigh, the neckline plummeting down to show a bit of your breasts. you slipped on some small black heels, ones that wouldn’t hurt your feet, and grabbed your bag. you stepped out, locking the door behind you. since the place was close, you decided to just walk there. though now you wished you’d brought a jacket. the cold wind stung your exposed legs, but you walked on, ready to be warm again at the party.

when you arrived, people were already drunk. and even though it was only supposed to be people of our sorority, some frat guys showed up and we’re making out with some of your friends on the couch. you gave them a questioning look before spotting ellie. she was on the couch, legs spread comfortably with a blunt in her hand. she clearly didn’t plan on driving home tonight. you sighed, walking your way over to her. maybe you should give her a chance? people around you were already upset anyways. you sat down next to her, her half lidded and bloodshot eyes sliding over to your form. she smiled wide, clearly happy to see you.

“hey, babe. thought you’d never show up.” she grinned, taking another drag from her blunt before offering it to you. you accepted, taking it between two of your fingers until the tip burned bright red and the smoke began to burn in the back of your throat. you handed it back to her, breathing out and fanning at the air in front of you.

“why are you here, ellie?” she handed the blunt to you again, letting you take a drag before taking it back from your hands.

“came to see you. duh.” she says, as if you should’ve known that already. you probably should’ve. you give her a grin, eyelids half closed already. you breathed in deep, leaning your head on her shoulder. she knew it was wrong, but when your dress rode up your thigh, showing just a little bit of the pretty panties you had put on, she couldn’t help but look. she then turned, cradling you cheek with her hand and leaning in to gently kiss your lips. “this alright?” she asks, locking eyes with you as she spoke. you nodded, doe eyes wide and bloodshot. she grinned, leaning in again and placing a hand at the top of your thigh, right where your dress ended. she gripped it, the plush fat giving way just a bit so her fingers made little indents in the flesh as she squeezed. she wanted to moan at the sight, pulling away from your lips. you both were breathing heavily. you had a confused look on your face, while she only looked cocky. she grabbed your hand, grabbing her keys off of the table next to the couch and slipping out of the house to her car.

“ellie! you can’t fucking drive high—“ you’re cut off by her lips smashing into yours, the kiss stealing your breath and tinting your cheeks red. when she pulled away you were panting, looking at her with an annoyed glare. she only smiled, leading you to her car which was parked in the farthest part of the parking lot. she was definitely planning this.

“we aren’t driving.” she simply says, unlocking her car with the clicker before opening the back door and ushering you inside. you get in with a huff, hands behind you trying to hold your dress down. she slides in next to you, a hand resting on your thigh as she uses her clicker to lock all the doors. you both look at each other for a moment before lust gets the better of you both. you’re suddenly on each other, lips on lips and hands running up each others bodies. you could already see the windows fogging up. ellie ran her hand in between your thighs, her cold fingers making you whimper into her kiss. she just rubbed your thigh gently before pressing two fingers to your panties. right above your puffy clit. she began to rub gently, your hips bucking up into her hand as you tried to hold back your moans. fuck, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. a lot. she pulled away suddenly, lips coming down to meet your neck. you sighed at the feeling, and she took this as a cue to begin sucking hickies onto your neck. you whimpered, hands coming up to grip her shoulders as you let her do as she pleases. once she was done she pulled away, looking at your puffy, spit covered lips and your red cheeks. god, she could get used to this.

“you ever take a strap before baby?” she asks abruptly, your eyes widening at the question. you blinked a few times before shaking your head, not able to find your words in the already fucked our state you were in. “cmon, pretty girl. use your words.” she says, waiting with her eyes locked on yours. you open your mouth once but nothing comes out, the second time you manage to form words. “n-no. i haven’t ever.” you looked to the side in shame at how you were acting. ellie only grinned, grabbing your cheeks in a way that made your lips smoosh together before kissing you.

“y’so fuckin’ cute. y’know that?” she breathes, face so close to yours you could feel her breath. she let go, pulling your legs up and over her shoulders. you yelped at the suddenness, grabbing onto the headrest of the front seat to steady yourself. she ripped away your panties, eager and impatient. you didn’t even mourn the loss of your panties, ready for some release already. she stared at your pussy for a moment and you started wondering if she’d ever start. that was before she began practically making out with your pussy, eating you out like a madwoman. you let out a broken moan, a hand shooting down to tangle in her hair.

“ellie! els— s’too much! so— feels s’good, fuck!” you ramble on, pleasure already taking hold of your brain. it just turned her on that much more you were already fucked out.

“you can take it, baby. i know my good girl can take it. breathe, baby. breathe.” she coos, hand coming up to massage the skin on your hip. you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. she waits a moment before starting again. a bit slower but still with the same vigor as before. you moaned, hips bucking to meet her face as her nose bumped your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. you opened your eyes to look down at her. her eyes rolled back into her skull, closing at the taste of you. her brows were furrowed in concentration, freckled cheeks now dusted pink. her hands were wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. you moaned, a knot beginning to form in your stomach.

“els, gonna cum. please, can i cum?” you beg, eyes welling up with tears at the pleasure. you looked down at her with pleading eyes, feeling your high quickly approaching.

“cum, i got you.” she reassures, her middle and ring finger easing into your hole and beginning two scissor you open, furthering your pleasure. you let out one last moan before white hot pleasure hits you like a freight train, causing your eyes to roll back and your body to go rigid. ellie just continues through your high, before you’re twitching and squirming away from the overstimulation. she pulls away, licking her lips before grabbing a backpack that was hidden on the floor. you breathe heavily, knowing what was coming next. she unzips her jeans and shoves them off, her underwear going with them as she then reaches into the bag, pulling out a harness which she clipped around her waist. then, she pulled out her strap. it was purple silicone, about 8 inches long. you shuddered, already needy again as you shifted in your seat. she clipped the silicone onto the harness, looking down at your fucked out state. “we’re not done yet. ass up.” she demands, tone harsh. you immediately obey, knees pressing into the seats to push your ass up. you even go as far as to pull your dress up to your belly, giving her full access to your cunt. she hums in approval, a hand coming down to cup your asscheek as she prods at your pussy with the tip of her strap.

“you ready baby? think you can take my strap?” you press your face to the seat, whimpering and wiggling your hips at her. she grinned, leaving a harsh slap on your ass. “just for that, i ain’t going easy on you.” she says, easing the tip into your pussy at a faster speed than you would’ve liked. but the pain added to the pleasure, having you clench around the silicone and whine like a bitch in heat. ellie only laughed cruelly, a hand coming down to press against the base of your neck. “what? can my needy bitch not take it? few seconds ago you were practically begging for it.” she says, groaning as she bottomed out inside of you. she leans down, mouth so close to your ear you could feel her breathing. “don’t care if you can’t take it, baby. i’ll make you.” she hisses, a cruel grin still plastered on her face as she abruptly leans back. she places two hands on your hips before pulling back, starting a fast and harsh pace thrusting into you. your mouth fell open, tears in your eyes as she repeatedly hit your g-spot. you wanted to scream with pleasure— it was just too much. you let out a loud moan, hearing her let out a broken one. the strap was rubbing her clit harshly at this pace, and she wasn’t about to slow down any time soon.

“els— els s’too much m’gonna cum—“ you try to warn, before your orgasm hits you so hard it has you seeing stars. your ears were ringing, eyes rolled back into your skull. the only thing that grounded you was ellie’s hand wrapping in your hair, somehow soothing despite the way she was fucking into you like a rabid animal. you’re pretty sure you even heard her growl as she fucked into you. the sound made your cunt clench harder than it already was, ellie clearly feeling it as she had to slow down.

“fuck— loosen up babe. can’t make you feel good like this.” she says, one of her rough hands resting on your ass, fingers circling as if to calm you down. you loosen up, and as soon as she feels less resistance, she’s fucking into you again at the same harsh speed she was before. “goddamn- tell me who’s pussy this is. go on, fucking tell me slut.” her harsh words made you moan, tears spilling down your cheeks as you began to speak.

“it’s yours, els. m’all yours.” she leans down to peck your tear stained cheek, taking pride in how fucked out she’d gotten you.

“that’s right, slut. you’re mine.” she says, before fucking into you without abandon. you swore you saw stars, the silicone tip hitting your g-spot in a way that made you feel like you were floating. you began to babble incoherently, your approaching high completely frying your brain.

“please ellie, need you so bad, m’yours please.” you whine, tears from the pleasure running down your face in big streams. she thrusts a few more times before you’re both thrown headfirst into your orgasms, the sound of moans and heavy breathing filling the car as she stilled inside of you, waiting for you both to come down from your highs. when you did, she quickly pulled her strap out, causing you to whine at how empty you felt. she only shushed you, unclipping the harness from her body and throwing both the strap and the harness in the floor. she quickly pulled you into her arms. your mascara had run down your face, lipstick smudged up your cheek. your nose was bright red from crying. she wiped away your tears with a sweet smile, pushing your face into her chest as she cradled your head with her hand. you wrapped your arms around her, nuzzling your face further into her chest. she didn’t even care your makeup was probably getting all over her shirt— you’d just given her the best fuck of her life.

“you did so good baby. so good for me.” she coos, a hand carding through your hair. “let’s go back to your house, yeah? i’ll make you breakfast.” she says, and you nod, face still buried in her chest. she only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “alright, get dressed then.”

authors note: i hope you all enjoyed!! also i hope ellie was mean enough in this..

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Can i request something that the reader is sick and Bucky or Stucky comforts and taking care of them please i am sick right now and i needed but its okay if your not comfortable to write it

fem!plus size reader, wc: 669.

a/n: i stopped everything i was doing so i could write this for you :] i was sick earlier this month so i know how draining it could be, and everyone needs some lovin'.

At first it was the small things that had gone unnoticed by you, but definitely not by your two boyfriends.

They had been around for longer than you, living to see variants of different diseases, but that seemed to not matter as you continually sneezed, taking constant trips to blow your nose, and the inner elbow part of your sleeve becoming a radioactive zone.

It was only until you couldn't get out of bed one morning that they began to truly worry. It didn't take a lot of coaxing to get you to just lay down and relax, your eyes quickly falling shut as the duo exchanged quiet words.

Inly one of them left the room, the other staying and sitting on the side of your bed, brushing some sweaty hair off of your forehead as his fingers fell to your cheek. You could recognize that gentle touch even if there were hundreds of hands stroking your face.

"Steve..." You groaned as another rush of pain assaulted your head. "I know, sweetheart, I know. Bucky's running to the store right now to get you some medicine and groceries to make some soup. Would you like that?" You nodded weakly, burying your face into your pillow so you could cough.

You were aware of the super soldiers almost impenetrable immune system, but you had only been with regular humans, so it was more of a habit than a courtesy.

"Sleep, it'll be easier." You sighed, allowing your body to sink into the soft mattress as you strayed further and further away from consciousness, Steve's caresses never ceasing.

When you had woken up next, the blonde was pressed against your back, your body shaking. You were completely unaware that your fever had broken, your nerves feeling as though they had been dipped into a bucket of ice water.

"Buck... where's Buck?" You chartered. Steve's arm wound around you, tugging you back into his warm body and hard chest. "He's coming, just finishing up your food."

That seemed to quell your stirring, even though you couldn't go back to sleep, you laid there, tears brimming in your eyes as you felt like your body was shutting down.

As if on que, your other boyfriend walked in, hands clasped with a tray filled with all sorts of things as Steve assisted you on sitting up.

You didn't want to, whining in a fruitless protest as you were propped up on the pillows.

"I know you don't feel well, but you have to eat, doll." You allowed him to feed you, your taste buds bringing back a bit of life in you as you let out a hum in appreciation.

"It was my ma's recipe." He said with a smile on his face. "She used to make it for Steve back when he would get his ass kicked." You heard Steve's charming laugh boom from beside you.

"Yeah, and then Winni would scold me the whole time while I was trying to eat." He said with a fond smile on his face. you wished you could have been able to meet this woman. "She sounded like a force to be reckoned with." You croaked from behind the spoon bucky had pressed against your lips.

He nodded, his smile matching his boyfriend's as he pressed the utensil into your mouth, continuing to coax you to eat.

"Yeah, she was. you kind of remind me of her. always keeping me a Steve on our toes, taking care of us even though we're grown men." Bucky began, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. His scruff tickled your skin, but you didn't have time to dwell on it as Steve's soft hand cupped your even softer jaw. "So let us take care of you. we always will be here to do so, even if you think you don't need us."

You could only let out a light scoff.

"I'll always need you guys." They both smiled, the words sounding like music to their ears.

[sinnamonpork]

Dabi and Himiko getting into the habit of dressing each other up is such a cute idea to think about. Dabi's body and face has a feminine edge to it, inheriting not just Rei's ice proof body but also her features, that when he was a teen on the street many creeps actually thought he was a girl. Dabi made sure they were barbecued when they made the mistake of trying to touch him. He would be the type not to really care even if people mistake him for a girl. In fact, I think he'd have fun messing with the other person while they'd be none the wiser. Himiko, on the other hand, has a shape shifting quirk. Cross dressing has always been the norm for her, but she wasn't able to do it for fun. It was only when they were in a new base and found a closet worth of new clothes where she got to explore that stuff. While she does like the flowy skirts and puffy sleeves she normally wears, she also finds herself enjoying the clear cut silhouette that wearing a suit or the soft feel of a dress shirt against her skin entails.

Anyways, the two would often swap tips and such, even going as far as making Dabi wear a wig when they dressed him enough that even Shigaraki didn't recognize him. (The wig was white. Dabi stared at the mirror for almost an hour, remembering the ice cold touch of a woman that broke under the pressure.) They had fun messing with the members of the PLF that day, no one knowing who the flirty white haired menace was and being generally horny and confused. On another random day, Himiko decided to wear one of her more masculine clothes just for funsies, but she decides to wear it more often when they accidentally came across a bunch of 1-A kids while her and Dabi was looking for a good boba shop. /No, Toga. I'm not drinking any more of that diabetes inducing shit. We're finding you real food./ She saw Ochako, and immediately left her a blushing mess with just some light teasing. The poor girl didn't know what part of the outfit she should first appreciate, it looks so, so good on Himiko. Dabi sees the two, and immediately walks out of the shop, not wanting to be a third wheel to that mess.

Now, just imagine, Hawks just finishing his 12 hour patrol and landing on the League base looking for some reprieve. He opens the door, and immediately hears a very familiar voice shouting. "Who the fuck took my bra? Spinner if you're using it again as your sleeping mask then know it's your death day." The shout was followed by a giggling Himiko pushing Hawks aside and running through the door, bra in hand. The hero still doesn't know what he's seeing when a very dishevelled Dabi in an office skirt - very much shirtless- comes tumbling down the stairs, hands busy with fixing the wig he was wearing. He sees Hawks on the door, and freezes. Then, a smile so sweet it makes every danger sense the commission instilled in him ping, Hawks wanting to turn around and follow wherever Himiko ran off to. Because that's the face of a predator finding his prey. And as Dabi struts towards him slowly, face smirking, Hawks finds himself unable to deny playing with fire once again.