#on top of their deaths being caused by them in some way or another. inch resting :)

[blorbologist]

Uhh, 21 with mirror

“Can anything reach you, from the other side?” Letters asks. They do an excellent job of miming eating - Lord de Rolo had a platter of various metals brought, and when not looking quite constipated he’d watch with great intrigue. The aluminum had been an exceptional treat, apparently.

“Not really,” says Laudna; “Yes,” says Lord de Rolo; “Only bits and pieces - the ones that reach you,” says Lady Vex’ahlia.

Laudna is startled out of her malaise. “Wait, what?”

“Did you hear anything, Laud?” Imogen murmurs. 

“Oh, I don’t think - not much, given the -” stops. “She -” stops. Her hands draw through her hair and snag on the poppies, give her something to cling to. “I think - something about these.”

“So not me?” FCG mourns, and Imogen - Imogen - Imogen clings to Laudna’s hand, because Laudna needs to be held, needs to be clung to, needs the support, but maybe she wants to slap him and she can’t slap ‘em and it’s better to just cling. 

(It breaks, a little. Hurt, hurt, pity, confusion, sharp smell of death, unease, enough hurt she can pretend it’s not coming from inside the house.)

In the wineglass she finds a mirror. She fishes out herself drowning in it - bloated, with bags under her eyes, cast in the red light of the moon. 

(Poppies, so many poppies, enough red to hide black ichor and with all the green it almost looks like a flower arrangement, except it’s a half-elf and this must be Orym because there’s so much grief to it and Imogen feels sick and Imogen is sick and Imogen shouldn’t be here-)

Lady Vex’ahlia looks understanding, lowering her napkin. “Sometimes… some pleas just don’t go through.”

Lord de Rolo does not outwardly react - just as stiff as the stick up his ass would imply. 

(Darkness, worse than darkness, raven’s feathers. Leaf-green glass laid to rest in smear of necrotic energy. It breaks, dull. She hears it like a chandelier. Sees his face, younger, stricken, held within it. Shoved away. Too fast - shards cling to his palm. He just stares.)

(Overlaid: Percy? Did you - Yes. Yes. Yes.)

“Imogen?” 

“Sorry - ‘m sorry.” She lets go of Laudna’s hand. Without the anchor it rattles. Get it together, damn girl.

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[amazeingartist]

09 soapghost fight (actual physical altercation)

ghost’s been in a mood all day, barking at everyone for not the first or last time. mactavish is trying hard to keep his cool, he read ghost’s file—whether it was authorised is another thing—so knows the man’s got issues but as good as mactavish is he’s no saint, he’s not some limitless well of boundless compassion and patience so when ghost gets up in his face (specifically) for the umpteenth time that day he barks back.

unsurprisingly ghost reacts, swings, and lands a solid punch to the jaw

mactavish stumbles back a bit and next thing he knows he’s being tackled to the ground. ghost keeps the upper hand on top of mactavish for a few seconds before the captain regains his bearings knocks ghost off. they’re tumbling in the dirt trying to lands whatever hits they can till mactavish kicks them apart and now on their feet, they start to fight properly. ghost’s reckless, overly aggressive but pointed in his blows. mactavish is forced to take a more defensive stance but read ghost’s moves exceptionally well and gets in a good couple winding hits

ghost staggers after a heavy punch to the sternum, mactavish takes the opportunity to grab ghost by the wrist and slams him into the ground hard on his back

mactavish is on top of ghost not a second later

his left foot pins ghost’s extended right arm while his right leg presses down onto ghost’s hips and thighs, right hand has ghost’s left arm in a death grip while his left pushes the lieutenant’s face right into the dirt

finally, ghost is subdued

they’re both panting from the exertion and pain, but despite it neither backs down. ghost tries to struggle against the hold but mactavish just drops more of his weight onto ghost’s abdomen. “fuck you mactavish, you wanker,” ghost spits through gritted teeth

“Sir” mactavish corrects. ghost’s only confused a second before the captain repeats himself, “it’s ‘fuck you mactavish, sir.’ won’t be telling you a third time lieutenant.”

now that ghost’s movement has been restricted, the adrenaline fades and his soreness become more apparent. he gives a last valiant effort to escape the hold before begrudgingly accepting the loss. mactavish does not move an inch however, only applying more weight as ghost remains trapped beneath him. the idea finally pops into his brain and ghost rolls his eyes

“fuck you mactavish… sir,” he relents

mactavish gives no reaction but removing himself from ghost so quickly it’s actually jostles the man. ghost’s body’s aches like a bitch but he rolls over without complaint, fighting to keep his breath even

“find me the next time you’re in such a pissy mood riley, will help ya burn that energy in the comfort of the gym on shock absorbent mats.” picking up the files dropped after ghost’s initial punch, mactavish continues on as if nothing happened

-

in my brain 09 ghost and soap fought a lot cause soap was the only one who could handle ghost’s shit, eventually the fights stops helping and soap ends up refusing which cause ghost to last out more to get a reaction but doesn’t work and then he breaks down and soap comforts him

and then ghost starts seeking out soap even though he has no idea what he wants or how to deal with himself so soap busies ghost with tasks that ghost only accepts cause it’s soap and soon they have a routine and then when soap has a bad day ghost’s there for him

and gets soap through it and then they start talking about emotions after like. 2 months into the arrangement and it’s awkward and stunted but productive nonetheless and over more time it becomes easier there’s still spats here and there but they’re not as destructive on both sides

and inevitably they share a night together which the next morning nearly sends back to the start but they suck it up and talk about it which ends way better than either except cause they’re both letting themselves have nice things and they don’t put a label on it but it is exclusive

and they fumble some more but now are too stubborn to allow for miscommunication to happen so it’s get sorted in record time and eventually ghost listens to mactavish recommend therapy and ghost only takes it cause he makes mactavish promise to take time off

I went really into these thoughts unexpectedly so I’m hoping they’re as tasty for y’all as they are me (ignore any errors)

[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.

[maoisarap]

TIME; hanahaki au

Mao Isara centric oneshot

WARNINGS: blood, death, one-sided love, angst, puking, funeral mention, hints of ignorance.

PAIRS: kuromao (platonic). anzumao (one-sided romance). rei×anzu (romance)

WRITTEN: 31/10/23

REPOSTED: 23/10/24 | edited

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

if anyone wants to see more of my old oneshots being reposted, do tell. i doubt, though.

please let me know what you think! in a non attention seeky way... i hope i am not being attention seeky for asking this...

Blood dripped thickly, causing a light tap into the metal bin as soon as it hit. Small and thin yet rough petals of a kind of flower followed afterwards with every cough he heaves. His skin burns from the major fever this disease has caused him. Rashes forming around his limbs started to blister from the thorns that begged to be free from being wrapped around his heart and twisting through his veins.

"This is three steps worse than last night." Comes a mutter from the fellow redhead of the dorm room - Kuro, his hand rests on his chin as he glances towards where Mao leaned over his bed, still sitting under his summer duvet silently begging for the coughs to cease to a stop.

"At this rate, we may have to call your little friends that you're not coming to the convention and take you to the hospital instead to get you checked in for the night."

"I can't do that. This event is an important one to go to...!" His throat felt raw with the intensity he spoke. The stinging sensation of the nettles crawled through his windpipe with every syllable he breathed out. The vines dared to grow further upwards, letting the leaves take space in between as they began clogging his throat up slowly.

Mao Isara had what is called the "Hanahaki Disease," and so far, Kuro was the only person who knew about it. Only by mere accident. The older male even knows who he is suffering because of, and he feels bad for the younger male. Especially because the said person was already in a relationship with someone else, not long after Mao had developed feelings for them, which shattered Mao to pieces.

The said person was also too busy and oblivious of Mao's feelings for them.

Another heaving cough reaches Mao, causing him to lean over the bed once more as more of the red fluid flows, petals reminding him of the amount of time he has left. He waits a minute after the wreck of a coughing fit, his mouth still slightly open from the urges to throw some up more.

Kuro leans over from where he stood and grabs one of the many water bottles that sat in a crate amongst many by the door of the dorms room and hands the cold bottle towards Mao. He unscrews the glue-tight-like lid before doing so, raising an eyebrow at the younger. "More than death? I don't think so. You're going, kid, and I'll make sure of it."

Mao stayed silent at the response, taking a few gulps or sips possible of the clear liquid when he could. His eyes cast down to his lap, a frown of discomfort never once leaving from his facial features.

In the corner of his eye, he could see Kuro tapping away on his phone - most likely chatting to either one or all of the rest of the members from Trickstar. Possibly even Yuzuru or anyone else who's a member of the student council, too, about Mao's situation of not being able to join in for a while.

A sudden groan then comes from the beaujolais-haired boy, causing Kuro to switch his phone off and inch closer towards the younger who seemed to hold his stomach tight with one arm, as the other clutched tight against his blood stained top grasping to grip against his chest on the same side that his heart would be.

"I'm definitely calling you an ambulance." He hears Kuro mutter once more, the older student already waiting on call for the emergency line to pick up. Thankfully, in Kuro's opinion, the person on the other side of the line picked up right away, letting him speak of the needed help immediately.

"I'd like to call for an ambulance, please..." Kuro's voice fades from Mao's hearing as he lurches over his bed once more, more droplets of blood hitting the bottom of the bin in such disgusting swirls as the various flower petals floated amongst the terrifying red.

More coughs surge through, causing a non-stop fit of heaving the pleads to breathe freely for a moment. Mao could feel tears from the pain pricking at the corners of his kelly green eyes. Shivers of the hot fever going up and down his spine repeatedly, causing him to shake every now and then.

The only thing Kuro could do at that moment was rub the youngers' back in comfort as he kneeled down to the floor besides Mao's bed, his phone was still up to his ear as he spoke about the others' situation to the person on call. Kuro's voice would often go up an octave in worry, or deeper than his usual voice when talking stern and begging for ways on how to help Mao in his situation.

The call suddenly ends as Kuro places his phone onto Mao's bedside table. "The miss on the other side said the ambulance will be here in twenty minutes at most." He wished they could get to the place faster for Mao, but with how busy traffic can be from one side of the town to the other during these hours of the week, the older student knew it would be impossible for them to do so.

Kuro then suddenly stands up. "She said for you to stay sitting up and drink your water if needed. Don't force the blood out." He turns around to face the rest of the room and headed towards Mao's own chest of drawers that sat at the end of his bed.

"What are you doing?" Mao heaved. A large cough erupts from his throat after he spoke.

"I'm packing you a night bag, just in case they tell you to stay in for the night or so. I wouldn't be surprised if they did tell you that, with your situation."

Mao only nods mutely as his reply.

Minutes go by as the two wait. Kuro helped Mao as much as possible with his situation every time the smaller felt pain or needed to throw up.

If there was an analogue clock in the room, Mao would definitely be able to hear the loud ticks the hands cause every second or so from the amount of waiting he has to do. He'd rather be free of this impending doom and either practice with Trickstar, play sports with Midori, to sit with Jun and read manga with him, or help Tori and the others in the councils office - literally anything but sitting around like a loose toy would do.

Half an hour extra passes some more. Some students of the music course had knocked on the rooms door, asking how Mao was. It was mostly from the ever so impatient Trickstar and Eichi who came by to check up on him, even helping Kuro with looking after Mao until their short minutes were up.

Mao was finding it even more difficult to breathe. The ambulance had yet to arrive, and there was no way Kuro or anyone could get Mao to the hospital by their own hands.

He shivered again, now laying on his side with one arm draping over the edge of the bed, his hand grazing the carpet flooring. Kuro scolded him for laying down, but it's not like the younger could hear him anyway.

"Kiryu..." Mao could just about manage through his short breaths. Kuro stood by the rooms only window, peeking out of it every millisecond possible as he clenched his phone tight in his strong hold, always prepared to look for any messages or calls from the emergency lines. The ambulance still has yet to come. It was frustrating, in Kuro's opinion. They said they'd be at the campus grounds as soon as possible, but they were more late than intended. Here was a kid dying, and the medics were casually taking their time like as though they were on holiday in France.

He turned around, looking at Mao in his weak state. Fear iced over his veins as he quietly stepped towards the other - with how slow the ambulance was at arriving, there was no way he would be saved, and it ached in Kuro's heart horribly.

If there was a magical way of saving the kid, Kuro would happily sacrifice himself for the other to complete that mission. He knew of the classic three ways to get rid of this disease, but Mao has already attempted almost all of them... and failed. He had such bad luck that it made the duo of redheads upset together.

Kuro kneeled down besides Mao, ignoring the mess of failed attempts of getting blood and petals and puke alike into the bin, he grabbed ahold of Mao's hand that grazes by the carpet flooring, a sudden quick emotion of shock goes through his mind of how cold the other felt. Mao usually was warm. Like the perfect temperature of a radiator during a winter storm, but now he felt as cold as a snowy blizzard.

Kuro glances up to meet eye to eye with Mao as much as he can. Mao's kelly greens were shaking from the amount of shock his body was letting out without his control. The greens of his eyes were dulling of its shining radiance with every minute that clocked by. Mao couldn't even see the older in front of him any longer, as he shouted out in fright from ten minutes ago about it.

Kuro has never heard such harsh fear from the other before. It was something he wished to never sense again, only for the other to be genuinely happy.

"I'm still here, bud."

Mao's cries cease to a stop. The only movement there was left of the beaujolais-haired teenager was still of his shaking and the few rare breaths he let out. He couldn't even talk anymore. He only let the blood flow from his mouth and the few petals that started to slow its rising existence from his throat. Kuro tried to clean the mess around Mao as much as he could repeatedly.

A sigh of the unknown suddenly comes from Mao. His eyes were fully closed, but his body still shook and twitched. Kuro didn't once let go of the youngers' hand as a sudden knock came from the dorm room door. He shouts for whoever is on the other side that the door is unlocked. He knew who was knocking by now, anyway.

A few pairs of footsteps tred inside of the room towards Mao and Kuro.

...

The door closes automatically by itself as Kuro and Anzu leave the funeral directors office, thanking the very director for their time. The aura around them was darker and dull than ever as the cold autumn's breeze wraps around their figures.

"I have a question..." came the broken voice of Anzu as the two stood at a set of traffic lights, waiting for the big lights to turn from green to red for them to cross over the street. "Who did... Who did Mao have feelings for to suffer that much of the disease?"

Kuro stayed silent for a moment, watching some of the vehicles that pass by. Ordinary cars, lorries, and motorbikes alike zooming without a notice.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to blame yourself?"

Anzu was confused, but she nodded right away. She hears the male student sigh and turn to her with a meekly glance.

"It was you." Kuro then suddenly chuckles low and sadly, "I remember him ranting to me a few months ago in our dorm about his crush on you when it was just us alone one evening. It was... refreshing... to see him act like a normal teenager for once other than this doll of exhaustion he built himself to be. He'd always come to me about ways of wanting to impress you with whatever he does. Hell, he tried writing a solo song during practice time with Trickstar, and the Akehoshi kid told me one time because he wanted to impress you so much. He even asked Kaoru on some tips - I'm just glad Kaoru was careful with his words for once on what to say in that type of situation."

Anzu's eyes widened with surprise, letting all the words she was told melt into her thoughts. She suddenly frowns and looks down, "but he knew I was in a relationship with Rei..."

The beeping noise coming from beside Kuro suddenly sounded as the two crossed the road to the other side of the street.

"Maybe so, but feelings like love isn't so easy to repress, especially for someone like Isara."

...

The dorm room felt empty, in Kuro's opinion. With the other two always so busy doing their own things across the ocean depths, and now Mao...

He shakes the thought from his mind and walks over to his own bed, exhaustion has hit him harshly from the last month and a half - it was needed, though. For the plans of Mao's funeral and who was bound to come to it when the date is known from the funeral director. Kuro has tried getting Eichi and Rei to call Mao's family members about the sad happening not long after the youngers' passing, but no one ever answered their calls, it made a bunch of others frustrated at the situation. No matter how many times they all tried to call, the numbers would always be sent straight to voicemail.

Kuro sits down on his bed, about to lie down, but something small and white catches his attention. He turns to look at his pillow to see a small and soft feather sitting there, there was nothing to indicate in the room for a feather to make its presence known. He picks it up - Kuro knows what feathers mean when it comes to the thought of the dead.

He wraps his hand around the small white feather, raising his hand to his chest as he closes his eyes in thought.

Mao was at some final peace on the other side. He hoped to bring some hope and a new beginning for Kuro and everyone else of Yumenosaki and Ensemble Square as a thank you.

Kuro lets a soft smile crease his features.

"Rest well, kid."

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 3 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

"Myaah, keep going!"

"Non, chat. You no longer need to be brushed. Vil, how is Yuu's hair coming along?"

Vil sighs. I've noticed he does that a lot. "Not as well as I thought, Rook. Even though the top layer was absurdly thick, the lower layers don't look much better. This is going to take longer than I expected."

I look up and into the mirror in front of me. Vil has cut my hair short, but the process of detangling the remaining mat of hair has caused the detangled hair to be noticeably longer than what's still a total mess. I'd say the hair he's worked through is about 4 inches, just long enough to cover my ears.

"Say, Monseur Mystery, how did you guess Monseur Chat's name?"

"Well..." I hesitate. Even now, the thoughts of his death still hurt. "When I was living in my world, I found a cat. He was my only friend. He was an alley cat, but chubby- not in a concerning or limiting way, just in a cute way- and he was grey with a large patch of white fur on his front, and his tail faded into black at the end, and... he had polydactly. I think that's what it's called, at least. Do you guys know what that is?"

"Nope!" Grim's reply is cheerful, like an island of comfort in a sea of mourning.

"Well, it's a condition where your limbs split off into multiple limbs. So, a two-tipped finger or extra toe or something. Well, my cat had it on the end of his tail. It looked, " I pause, reaching my hand toward Grim and trying, failing, to hold back tears. "Into three. A trident tail, just like this." I'm holding his tail in my hand now, careful, like he might break just as my voice is doing now. I can hardly speak through the lump in my throat, but I can speak.

"A-and that cat's name was Grim. And he was hit by a car when he was eight, and I've never been the same." I'm crying now, my eyes reduced to floodgates and my voice to a wreck. Vil is hugging me, his arms bringing some sense of safe to me, but that sense of safe pales in comparison to the comfort of holding Grim in my arms. His fur is soft, much softer now that he's been brushed, and Rook has joined the hug.

We stay there, just like that, for what feels like forever. Vil's arms are strong around me, as are Rook's, and I'm holding Grim again, and I don't want to lose him again. I can't. I barely survived the first time; I can't survive a second. The guilt would kill me.

"I guessed his name, too. I didn't know how. It just felt right. But... Yuu, you kind of remind me of someone. Another human. He fed me in my dreams, and his name was Yuu, and we were great friends, but one day he just stopped showing up. I never saw him again." Grim's previously sad face brightens a little, like a tea candle with just enough air to burn. "You look a lot like him, but older. Maybe... maybe he was you."

The tears come back. I let them. This time, they're happy tears, and Grim is crying them, too. Vil allows a few more minutes to pass, just like that, before he lets go and resumes his task of unmatting the other half of my hair. Rook pulls away, too, and waves his magic pen.

A tape measure, like you see tailors using in movies, appears in the air in front of him for him to wrap around my waist with skillful hands. Soon, he's removed the tape measure from my waist in favor of wraping it around my chest, and then my arms, and then Vil tells him off for doing something unnecessary.

I laugh. "Say, Monseur Mystery, have you tried to use magic since you arrived?"

I ponder. "Not really."

Rook chuckles. "Facinating."

"Are you okay with others being let into the room, Yuu?" Vil's voice is soft and soothing. I'm a little jealous, but who cares?

"Go right ahead." The lump in my throat is gone now that Grim is purring happily in my arms, just enjoying the sensation of being pet. Rook leaves the room- still holding his tape measure, I notice- and the door shuts behind him. Surprisingly, I don't hear his footsteps as he walks away, even before the door is closed and blocking my view.

Less than a minute later, the door opens again, revealing Rook, Korrak, and Korrak's familiar, whose name I do not yet know. Rook waves his pen, cleaning the cat brush with magic, and starts brushing the strange oppossum as he brushed Grim.

"Hey, what's your name? I'm Grim!"

"Call me Mandible."

Well, I guess I have a name to go with both of my roommates now. Unlike Grim, Mandible needs only a few minutes of brushing before his fur is even and soft, at which point Rook measures him, waves his pen, and voilá: five small stacks of clothing appear on the counter.

"What are those?" Mandible is already poking at the piles by the time he thinks to ask. I wasn't expecting Mandible to be more talkative than Korrak, but I guess Grim and I are no better.

"Uniforms! The white one is a lab coat for alchemy, the violet one is a dorm uniform, the one next to the lab coat is a PE uniform, the one next to the dorm uniform is a school uniform, and the one in between the dorm clothes and lab coat are some ceremonial robes. All are sized exactly for Monseur Opossum, of course." Rook looks quite proud of himself.

"Myaah, neato! Do I get some?"

"But of course, Monseur Chat! If you'll allow me a moment..." Rook starts measuring Grim just like he did with Mandible, and Vil lets out a triumphant "Hah!"

"Finally conquered my hair?"

"Not entirely, but I'm done with the hard part." With this, Vil pulls out a brush- not a cat brush, just a regular human brush- and starts running it through my hair in a soothing rhythm. Tired from the short day's events, I allow it to lull me to sleep.

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Lily Of The Valley (Part 1)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:The collapse of WICKED meant spending another one of Aris's birthdays hidden from the world.

Our lives weren't getting better any time soon. With the way the Mazes had collapsed in on themselves, there were very few of us left. Even the professional WICKED workers' had abandoned this place at the end of everything. Now the old sanction was essentially isolated.

I believe the worst part wasn't the deaths themselves. It was the fact that in just a few more days the last of us were set to go up.

Life though, had other plans.

The skies from both Mazes started glitching, giving the Glade snow and the Spring heat, causing their crops to wither away to nothing more than soil. Then, the rains started, soaking and flooding every inch of that place, and leaving the Runners and Skaters unable to do their jobs. Eventually, all this change made the pipes burst, leaving them without water.

Before you think we didn't try, we sent up box after box with supplies. Fresh food, clean water, extra clothes, thick blankets, dry towels, new shoes, and every item you could think of was provided while the last five of us, Thomas, Teresa, Rachel, Aris, and I, worked on discovering what had malfunctioned the code. For only three weeks we were empty handed until we looked at the past footage of the Maze, where we saw Newt and his message to WICKED. We watched him scale the sides of the wall with nothing but a measly vine before reaching the top.

Despite it being obvious what was happening, he's only human, so his urge to know if there was more, won as he reached his hands for the sky. Instead of anything he could have prepared for, he slumped to the ground.

Still, as we examined the footage closer, we saw the black hole from where he had touched it, showing that he had ripped the barrier between the two Mazes. Realizing nothing would solve that, we argued over pulling everyone out of the Trials altogether when there was this muffled yet ear splitting sound. Barely a second later pieces of the ceiling started falling.

It was split. Rachel, Thomas, and I ran towards the box in a desperate attempt to pull everyone out, while Teresa and Aris ran to the control rooms to close down everything so that whatever had happened inside wouldn't affect them.

Unfortunately, we're a package deal. So the Right Arms little device was the final straw for this place.

Rachel, bless her soul, tried to disengage one she found stuck to the wall. Somehow, she managed to do it. Trusting her, Thomas and I stepped into the boxes as she moved on to another.

Only this time, the bombs were too quick. With another explosion, everything collapsed. I'm 100% sure the only reason Thomas and I are alive is because of the metal boxes surrounding us, enclosing out bodies.

Still, all that debris and ringing in my ears caused me to go unconscious.

Of course, there are worse things to be. I would tell you to ask Rachel, but we couldn't even piece all of her together if we tried.

By the time I woke up I felt myself being dragged off. Looking up, I saw Aris pulling me with him, visibly limping, before shutting me in the room where Teresa was treating Thomas's head wound.

From what I heard, his leg ended up stuck under loose bricks while they were running, breaking his ankle. While she did snap it back into place, to this day, he still has that limp. In fact, we all have something. For me, the noise damaged my eardrums, leaving me completely deaf in my left ear and with below average hearing in my right. Thomas has scars, some fainter than others, on his face, neck, and chest. Teresa ended up breaking her right wrist from the amount of effort to help everyone. With adrenaline pumping through her, she snapped it back but was unable to treat it. Now she can't move her fingers on her left hand. And Rachel was blown into tiny pieces so she's dead.

We all tried, but it wasn't enough.

We went back for the subjects' bodies when we felt we could. Burying everyone that had most of themselves intact, we made graves just like the Baggers had, by hand and shovel. Placing them inside, we made tombstones with their names in any color we could find. Any color but red. After the amount of crimson soaked onto fabric, walls, floors, ground and snow, we had had enough of that color for a lifetime.

After that, we savaged what we were able. While on our hunt for canned food we came across a bomb shelter. Apparently, nobody thought that was good information. To this day, I don't know if them not guiding everyone towards it before the explosion or when this all started is worse.

If I had to answer though, it would be the fact that they knew this place would kill everyone but didn't even warn us. They just left, leaving us to deal with the mess. My guess is they expected us all to die.

Now we live down here. As immunes in a world that hates us, and past WICKED workers, it's for the best.

To make things easier, we split us up into groups. The original partners, Thomas and Teresa, were a packaged deal so they got their own wall we couldn't see through. I was merely a fill in, and now I would be a permanent one. So Aris and I got our side, and that was that. While we still talk, this was just the easiest thing in terms of sleeping and rations.

We honestly don't know much of what they get up to since the separated walls are soundproof, making it our own homes. While there are times with board games, VHS's, or music, we didn't go into deep conversations. While Teresa and Thomas probably had their own, Aris and I were all we needed for that.

We didn't move on after. You don't just forget something like that. It's just that our only other choice was pitying ourselves forever, and it would be pathetic to do so when we are still alive.

Three weeks ago marked the third year since the incident. In those three years, we had found a few things out. Apparently, our names aren't ours. Teresa is actually DeeDee, Thomas is Stephen, Aris is Caleb, and mine is Y/R/N. Still, seeing as we don't remember having them, we don't use them. Another thing. At the time of the incident Teresa was seventeen, along with Thomas, Aris was nineteen, and I was eighteen. So now it's two groups of twenty year olds, stuck on their own. While that should be an irresponsible group, we aren't most people.

We also found our birthdays. Today was Aris's, June 17th. So he chose a movie, The Never Ending Story, and we all watched it while eating dinner. After it was over, we played Candy Land before they left.

I still had one more thing. It was small, as expected, but it was something.

Giving him a vanilla cupcake, I lit the candle and told him to make a wish. Looking at me for a moment, he then closed his eyes and mumbled before blowing it out.

"You made it another year,"I whispered.

"Yeah. I did,"He nodded, unwrapping the sweet treat and cutting it directly in half. "Here,"He said, handing it over.

"It's not my birthday,"I shrugged.

"No, but it's a thank you. For being here and giving me hope when there wasn't any,"He told me, still expectantly holding it out.

"I didn't give you anything,"I sighed, accepting it anyway because I know exactly how stubborn he is.

"You gave me this cupcake."

"You know what I mean. I haven't done much but exist."

"You've stayed beside me."

"I kind of have to."

"Just take the compliment."

"I already took the cupcake. Don't be greedy,"I sighed, rolling my eyes before taking a bite. While it wasn't as sweet as it could be, that wasn't unexpected. Despite the way this food was supposed to last for decades, rationing is still very much needed, even for little treats. The icing and small sprinkles helped though, and it wasn't dry so all in all, it wasn't a bad dessert.

"I learned from the best,"He said in a light tone. Rolling my eyes again, I nudged his good leg before taking a second bite.

"So one more movie?"He offered, doing the same.

"Yeah. Just turn up the volume this time."

"You seriously didn't say anything while the last movie was playing?"He pointed out, looking through the pile as I sat in front of the couch, leaning against it.

"Not while the Double T's are over,"I shrugged.

"I doubt they'd mind."

"And I would. Inconveniencing you is one thing, probably my favorite thing actually. We just don't see those two enough for it to be fun."

"As hard as you try, you don't. I love you too much,"He responded, putting a VHS into the player and rewinding it.

"Yeah. There's something wrong with you for that,"I pointed out, leaning completely against the couch and pulling the sheet from it.

"Well, you're my best friend so if something's wrong with me something's wrong with you."

"Gee. I wonder why I could be your only friend,"I deadpanned.

"That gets funnier every time you say it,"He replied in the same blank tone, pressing start before I could see what he picked. Turning up the volume, when the previews started I could hear it just enough.

"I know,"I nodded as he sat beside me. Getting under the same blanket, we stayed beside each other as the movie played.

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Never Fly Near Giant Mold Monsters

This story is set in Resident Evil 8 Village. An AU of Chris calling on Leon's help with the Megamycete.

Ship: Chreon Words: 2,938 Contains: blood, death, angst, slight fluff.

Chris had been sitting in a tent his team set up in the forest, holding his phone in both hands. He was contemplating on calling Leon, they hadn't spoken in two weeks and the first thing he was going to ask was for help. Chris knew he would be here as soon as he could, but this was big. He had Ethan somewhere in Heisenberg's domain, his men keeping track of his whereabouts while they all worked behind the scenes to try and find Miranda. She had kept slipping out of his sight for 3 years now, but now that she had basically told them where she was, it was just a matter of searching every inch until they find her.

Chris hadn't slept in what felt like weeks, feeling like he had let the Winters family down after trying to keep them safe. Damn it! Why did everything he do blow up in his face lately? Rose had been taken, Mia was missing, and Ethan was being beaten to a bloody pulp by every creature in this god forsaken village.

He looks down to his phone one more time, he can't do this alone, he needed help, and who else than Leon? Pressing the call button on Leon's name he places the phone up to his right ear, praying to whatever had been keeping him and Leon alive for all these years, that he wasn't on another vacation he would be pulling him from. "Chris? It's been a while." Leon answered almost soon after the call had come through. "Leon." Chris seemed to pause, long enough for Leon to pick up on something. "Chris? What's wrong? Has something happened?" There was concern in the slightly younger man's voice over the phone after hearing the long silence. "Well. Yes and no? You know the Mold I found a few years ago in Louisiana?" "Yeah? Don't tell me you found more of it?"

"I have, and this seems to be the rout cause of it. I ran into a few problems with the Winters family, again. Mia had been replaced by a woman by the name of Mother Miranda." Chris explained the whole situation to Leon. Everything from him shooting her in the safe house, to Rose being kidnapped and now Ethan gone rogue in the village. "You didn't think to tell me any of this? How long have you been after Miranda?" Leon asks, annoyance in his voice. "3 years..." Chris said squinting as he waits for the earful from the other side of the line. "3... 3 YEARS?!" There was the sound of shuffling from Leons end of the line and Chris could only imagine he had been sitting down, now standing on his feet, probably pacing. "Right.. Where are you? I'll grab a small team and come to you."

"Romania, I'll send you my coordinates now." Chris says pulling the phone from his ear and sending through his exact location. Putting his phone back up to his ear, Chris waits for confirmation.

"Got it. I'll be there as soon as possible, I'm currently in Germany. Just took care of some BOWs." Leon explains almost about to hang up.

"And Leon?" Chris said quickly sensing he was about to end the conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, I really need your help." He said smiling softly.

"Don't mention it, I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay safe." Leon then hung up so he could make his way to Chris as fast as possible. Cursing under his breath as he gets to calling the few people left from his current mission.

"Love you too." Chris said to the phone with a sigh.

-----*Several Hours Later*-----

Chris was staring at the Village from the top of a hill his unit had set up camp on. Arms crossed over his chest sighing heavily, his breath visible in the freezing air. Pulling out a cigarette, Chris lights it, sucking on the butt he felt a slight amount of tension leaving his shoulders. A glint on his left hand catching his eye as he looks to the golden wedding band on his ring finger, giving it a small twist on his finger his ears perk up. That was the sound of a chopper, Leon was here. Taking one more suck of the cigarette he drops it on the snow covered ground and stomps it out. Looking out over the towards the mountains behind the castle, a black helicopter had appeared. Flying over the center of the village, Chris could feel his tense shoulders relaxing.

"That your backup, Alpha?" Speaks a male's voice fully kitted out, ready for whatever would be coming, they had already lost two people in their group by being here, he didn't want to be next. Chris only gives a nod as something below the helicopter caught his eye, reaching for the sniper rifle the man beside him was holding, he looks through the scope. His eyes widen as he saw a large arm of the mold bursting up from the ground. Chris reaches for his phone, handing the rifle back to his man as he calls Leon.

"I'm just over the village, can't you wait for me to land?" Leon quips, a smile on his face.

"Ascend! NOW!"

"What?" Leon didn't have time to think before the black mold had wiped the entire tail of the Helicopter away from the body. "Shit!" Was all Chris heard before the call was hung up. Chris watched in horror as the helicopter started to spin out of control, he notes which direction it was heading and runs as fast as he could calling anyone who gets to the car to come with him. Two of the men in his group were ready and hopped in the vehicle, Chris took off in the direction the helicopter had just crash landed. Driving over small trees and leaping off a few small cliffs they made their way to a small clearing, Leon had managed to direct the vehicle there. Better to be in an opening rather than in a bunch of trees. Chris puts the vehicle in park and runs out of the car towards the wrecked helicopter. A body was on the ground, but it wasn't Leon. Directing one of the two men to check on him, Chris saw Leon's figure lying on the ground of the passenger section of the vehicle. Fire engulfing the entrance as on of the others had been impaled by metal, already a charcoaled corpse.

Chris rips off his large black coat and runs over to the wreckage, leaping through the fire and landing next to Leon's body. He picks him up gently in his arms standing to his feet. Hopping slightly on his heals as he exhales, psyching himself up to run back through the flames. There was a hissing sound coming from the back of the helicopter giving him the signal that there was a tank about to explode. He leaps through the fire just as the explosion pushes him further through the air, wrapping an arm around Leon's torso, a hand cradling his head into Chris' chest as he hits the ground. Rolling in the snow Chris grunts as he was laying on Leon's limp body, he looks back at the helicopter. Moving to his knees Chris hooks his hands under Leon's arms, dragging him back away from the helicopter. Just in case it decided to blow up again. "Leon!" He calls trying to wake the unconscious male in his arms. Gently resting him down in the snow Chris kneels on Leon's right side. A gloved hand resting on Leon's chest as he lay in the snow. Nose and mouth bleeding, a large gash on his left shoulder and another unknown injury causing his navy blue, button up to be soaked in blood on the right side of his lower abdomen.

Chris looks over his husband's body, laying there in front of him in the snow. "Leon! Damn it! Don't do this to me!" He said cupping Leon's face in his gloved hands. One of his other men that had joined him here, walks over holding out Chris' black coat he had ripped off his body before leaping into the flames. Taking the coat with a look of thank you to his man, Chris placed it under Leon's head. He then pulls up Leon's shirt, revealing a large, bleeding gash to his lower abdomen. "First aid kit, STAT!" He looked up to the man still standing beside Leon. Nodding the man runs to the car grabbing a second kit and hurries back to Chris. Kneeling down the man pulls out some supplies. Chris had done a quick examination of the wound while waiting, concluding it wasn't deep enough to have done any serious damage. Maybe the muscle was broken through, but not any deeper.

Chris immediately grabs the alcohol wipes and cleans away as much blood as he could, doing a quick swab inside the wound. He then begins to sew up the wound, once finished he sits Leon up with the help of the other man and wraps a bandage around his lower abdomen as well as his shoulder. Chris had done the same treatment there. Relaxing slightly, Chris looks over to the second man of his group, who was walking over to the three of them. "He's gone, sir." He addresses. Kneeling down beside his teammate. "Damn it!" Chris punches the ground, his head hanging low. Looking to Leon still unconscious in the snow he couldn't help but feel tears threatening to leave his eyes. He had put them all at risk, he shouldn't have called.

"Sir... Alpha." One of the men called trying to get Chris' attention. He then lifts his head to look up at Men. "We should get him back to camp."

"Right." Chris replied. Taking the coat from under Leon's head, he placed it over his body and scoops him up in his arms once again. Walking to the large vehicle he had driven here in a hurry, Chris slides into the back, Leon's head on his lap as the other two sit in the front. "We'll get him to camp and he'll be fine." The man sitting in the driver's seat assured his boss as he started to drive back.

Once at camp he climbs out, pulling Leon into his arms once again, walking him into the medical tent where two of his team lay under white sheets. He averts his gaze and places Leon down on one of the cots, pulling up a stool beside him. The medic of the group takes a look at Chris' handy work, giving a nod and fixes Leon up a little more while checking on his vitals. She places a hand on Chris' shoulder to comfort him. "You did good, Alpha. Quick thinking on your part, the wound on his stomach hasn't done too much damage. He'll live." She assured, placing an oxygen mask over Leon's nose and mouth to help combat the smoke in his lungs. I'll come back and check on him in a moment. I'll give you two some time alone. And Alpha? Don't beat yourself up. You didn't know this would happen." She said patting Chris' back before she leaves. Chris was now in there alone with Leon, he reaches up to take his hand but stops when he sees the blood soaked into his gloves. Ripping them off he throws them to the ground and wipes his hands on his pants, trying to remove any blood that had soaked through.

Now taking Leon's hand from under his coat still on his husband's body, Chris held it tight, his thumb caressing the back of Leon's left hand. Running his fingers over the bloodied wedding band on Leon's finger, he couldn't help but break down. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he brought his head down to Leon's hand, holding the back of it to his own forehead as he cried silently.

-----*20 Minutes Later*-----

Chris had profusely apologised to Leon as he cried, but after a while he had gathered himself and made is way out of the medical tent. Calling his team together around the map. They had started to make a plan as he couldn't just sit around, there was Mold bursting out of the ground everywhere in the village, they needed to make a move. His team gets a visual on as much of the Mold as they could from their vantage point and makes a note of it on the map. "Alpha." Called a female voice, she had Chris turning his head as soon as he heard her speak. "Someone would like to see you." She smiled.

Her smile caused a sharp pain in Chris' gut, pure relief knowing Leon was alright and now awake. Rushing past her and to the Medical tent, Chris bursts through the material doors, immediately looking in the direction of Leon's cot he had placed him on. Bright blue eyes were staring at him when he had entered, the oxygen mask off his face and now replaced with a tube, tucked behind his ears to keep it in place under her nose. Chris jogs over to Leon and falls to his knees, placing his hands on either side of his face, kissing him. A long, wet kiss as Chris had already started crying once seeing his husband looking back at him. "I thought I lost you." Chris sobbed as he pulls away from the kiss and wraps his arms around Leon.

Leon only had the strength to gently pat a hand on Chris' back. "Okay..." He says weakly. Chris could hear how little strength his husband had and pulls back to give him some space, his normally hardened look that his squad knew, was now full of worry. He knew just because Leon was awake, doesn't mean he couldn't pass away at any moment due to any underlining injury, infection or still even blood loss. Leon looked around seeing the other cots empty, looking up to Chris. "My men? Did they make it?" Leon asked, having a feeling he already knew the answer. Chris just looks down and shakes his head. "Damn it!" Leon replied, resting his right hand over his eyes. Chris could tell he was trying to be strong but his bottom lip was quivering. "I shouldn't have called. I'm so, so sorry." Chris said tightening his grip on Leon's left hand. "I've caused so much pain, my squad, the Winters, you... I don't know why I'm still doing this." A gentle hand was placed on Chris' arm, causing his head to lift and look to Leon who was giving him a frown. "Don't say that, we have both lost so many men in our time. But you still keep fighting. If it weren't for you, all of this would still be getting worse. And in our line of work that just means more of a clean up." Chris could only scoff a small laugh at the thought of more of this Mold. He had found where it originated from, and from what he had experienced with this stuff, if you take out the source, the rest will crumble.

"Fine... You're right. It's just so much." Chris said, his shoulders lowering as if the weight of everything had become too heavy. Leon reaches up to place his right hand on Chris' cheek.

"I know. But we have to keep going. For the sake of this planet and the living things on it."

"Okay, now you're showing just how much blood you've lost." Chris teased, taking the hand on his cheek and pulling it to his lips, pressing a kiss on Leon's knuckles.

"You should probably get going.. It sounds like a lot is happening out there." Leon stated, not wanting to ruin the moment. But there was a job to be done.

Chris nods. "Yeah.. I'll be back soon. You get some rest and I'll see you when this is all over." He says moving to his feet, but leaning over Leon to press one more kiss to his lips before standing up. Leon held onto his husband's hand for as long as possible before he was out of reach. Leon's hand reaching out to Chris as he walks out of the tent.

"You come back to me Redfield, you hear?!" Leon called out hoping Chris would have heard him.

-----*2 hours Later*-----

Chris runs back to the chopper his squad had waiting for him, baby in his arms as he hands Rose to her mother.

"Where is Ethan?"

"Take us up we have to get out of here, NOW!" Chris says walking passed three bodies under white cloths. The Chopper takes to the skies and hurries out of the village as Chris stares at the three bodies. He feels his heart clench and felt a stabbing in his gut. There was the explosion knowing Ethan was now gone.

"Chris? What was that? Where is my husband?!"

"He's gone!" Chris says slamming his fist on the wall. He then walks over to the body placed on the seats and pulls back the cloth, revealing the pale, peace face of his husband. Falling to his knees Chris stares as Leon's face, reaching down to pull his left hand free from the cloth and holds his hand.

Mia saw the wedding rings on both their hands and placed a hand to her mouth, He was feeling the exact same loss she was right at this very moment. Standing up she walks over to place a hand on Chris' shoulder. "I tried..." Chris sobbed. "I tried to save everyone."

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Part 5 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Liz POV

Y/N pulled out of our hug first, wiping tears from her face. "How about we get some food in ya? You must be hungry?" I hate seeing other people cry, especially for me. I go to say no, but the monster inside of me answers. I smiled, embarrassed, and answer, "Yes, I think I am."

Y/N and I get up simultaneously, causing Y/N to turn to me. "What are you doing?" I look at her, a little stunned. "I was gonna help with lunch?" Y/N puts her hands on my shoulders and gently pushes me back onto the couch. "I don't think so, Chase. You've had a rough morning, and you want us to have today together, so first, let me make you lunch, and then let's plan the day. All you have to do is sit down on your pretty little butt and let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you so upset. So please let me." Hearing Y/N speak with such care about me makes me want to cry all over again. But instead, I obey her and sit on 'my pretty little butt.'

"May I ask what you're making?"I ask as I watch Y/N walk into my kitchen. "Sure, you may ask, but I'm not going to tell you!" She laughs to herself, and I find myself smiling while watching her.

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Y/N looking like a lost puppy in my kitchen is beyond cute. I'm so appreciative of Y/N for taking action in wanting to turn my day around. It warms my heart to know that I have someone like her, at least for a moment. But at the same time, I want to help her. I can tell she's struggling to find certain things and mumbling to herself about what to cook.

"It's rude to stare," Y/N says with her back still facing me. How did she know? "Sorry, I have such a good-looking chef in my kitchen." Nice cover. Well, also not a lie. Y/N turns her head slightly towards me. "Is that all?" She gives a cheeky smile. "And maybeeeeee I want to help? You just seem lost."

"Don't even think about it, Liz!" Y/N states firmly. I get up and start inching my way closer to her. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" I raise an eyebrow. Y/N turns herself away from the stovetop and puts her eyes on my body. Oh, wait. Now she's coming towards me! "You really wanna know?"

I feel a hitch in my breath as we both step closer. "Yes." She places her hands on the sides of my waist, pulling me closer. Fuck why do her hands feel so good? "If you let me take care of you today." She replies in a husky whisper. Her hands travel up my body to my face.

"Then." Her lips land on my throat.

"You'll get." Now she's leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

"More." She pulls my body closer as she squats down in front of me. Working her way down my stomach. I close my eyes and throw my head back. How does this feel so good?! Her hands have now reached the top of my shorts. She is ever so gently pulling them down.

"Of this." She stops herself, getting up and leaving me wanting more. Before I even open my eyes, I hear her already back in the kitchen.

"What the fuck was that?" I didn't mean to snap, but she knows what she is doing! Y/N turns to face me. Innocence is written all over her. "What are you talking about, Liz?" I chuckle at her expression; she is so naughty and cute. Fuck Y/N will be the death of me.

I huff and walk back into the living room, plopping myself further into the couch. "Fine! I won't help you even though you could have had such a beautiful sou chef!" I shout. "There will be another time. Thank you for being a good girl." Y/N shoots back, causing my mouth to drop, but I can't let her see. She's having too much fun. "Lunch shouldn't be too much longer." I nod before realizing she can't see that. "Okay!"

Alright, I can't just stare at Y/N all day. A part of me knows; I for sure could! But I shouldn't. I need to divert my attention elsewhere. I want to find my phone before remembering that it might be the last thing I want to look at right now. I could try and find something on the TV, but I don't know... Oh, I know!

Y/N POV

"Okay, you didn't have much to work with, but I hope you enjoy-" I turn around and notice Liz isn't around. "Liz?" I head out of the kitchen. Nope, she's not in the living room. I peer my head into the main bedroom. Not there. I walk myself back into the living room. "Babe?"

I scan the room, hearing a faint buzzing noise. Noises like this drive me crazy, so the quicker I find it, the easier I can move on with my life. The buzzing noise happens two more times before I find it. It's Liz's phone. It's resting on a shelf on her TV stand. Is it still a TV stand if the TV is hanging on the wall?

I go to grab it before stopping myself. I should leave it for her to find. It's not my phone. The phone buzzes again. Or I could just bring it to her? It buzzes again. What if it's her work or her sister calling to apologize? Buzz. I grab the phone and flip it over.

"Holy shit." Slips out of my mouth. Liz's phone must have a million notifications, from missed calls to texts to emails and more. Liz has that security measure on her phone where you can't see the messages, but you can see who is trying to reach you. The number one person that keeps popping up is Robbie.

Robbie, why does that name sound familiar? I shut my eyes, trying to think. Is this her brother, friend, or co-worker?

"Dang it. It's work. I have to take this." Liz excuses herself to the front of the shop and answers her phone.

I make my way in front of Liz, who puts her hand up, mocking the other person on the phone, causing her and I to crack up.

Liz shushes me before answering the other person on the phone. "No, I'm not laughing at you, Robbie. Something funny just happened in front of me. Look, listen, I got to go. We can finish this talk later. Alright. Alright. See you later." Liz puts her phone in her purse and pulls her attention towards me.

That's right, Robbie is her co-worker! Fuck, this must be important. I leave her phone and continue looking for Liz. The quicker I find her, the quicker she can see her texts. Where the hell is she?

I peek down a hallway with a set of stairs along the wall that I overlooked before. Am I this dumb? "Oh wow, look how big you've gotten!" I hear her muffled voice coming from above me? I walk up the stairs opening the cracked door at the top.

The outside world stops existing. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight. I'm watching the woman I'm falling for talking to her plants like she is their mother. It's adorable, and damn when I asked Liz if she had a garden, she should've said 'no, I don't have a garden. I have THE garden!' Blueberries, Currants, and Strawberries for summer. She has little potted plants hanging all around. Flower beds line the more extensive plant beds. Fairy lights are strung above. And this is just the stuff I can see!

This is what a white woman's Instagram dream is. Oh yeah, yeah, the city skyline behind Liz is just as gorgeous. Slap it on a postcard and call it a day. I continue watching Liz feeling like the biggest stalker alive, but I don't want to disturb her because this is precisely something she needs right now. Gardening makes her happy.

"It's rude to stare. You, of all people, know that." Liz turns to me with a wide-ass smile on her. Her perfect green orbs she calls eyes never leaving mine. "How'd you know?" Liz walks to me, extending her arm to pull me up. "You slam your feet on the steps. I heard you coming up." Liz giggles thinking about it. "Well, that's not nic-" Liz places her lips on top of mine. "Do you like my garden?" She asks with kid-like glee. I wrap my arm around her waist, turning her around, so we both face her garden. "I love it! It's incredible! I truly can't believe all of this."

I kiss her cheek before running up to the plant she was talking to earlier. "What's her name?" Liz gives me a confused look. "Name?" "Well yeah, you're like their mom, so you have to name them!" Liz crosses her arms. "I don't like giving names to inanimate objects. I mean, they're living things because they're plants- but you know- I just-. Ughh, fine!" Liz stumbling over her own words makes me laugh. She gets so cute when flustered that I can't help but feel for my Liz. I hug her to let her know it's okay. "You don't have to name it." Liz places her head on my shoulder. "I'll think about it, okay?" I smile. "Deal. Ready for lunch?" Liz gasps excitedly! "What did you make?"

_

Liz POV

"Okay, and open them!" I did as Y/N told me. In front of my eyes on the living room coffee table, I first noticed a big bowl of grapes for us to share. Scanning my eyes over to my plate, I saw a grilled to perfection ham and cheese sandwich cut diagonally with tomatoes and a side of sriracha sauce. Next to that, sitting in a little bowl, was a fruit roll-up? And to drink, Y/N gave me three choices. Water, wine, and tea.

"Well! How did I do?" I looked over to meet Y/N's eyes staring at me, waiting for any emotion to come across my face. "It's perfect!" Y/N gets up and runs around the living room, cheering. "Leeetts gooooo, she likes it!" I laugh at the sight before me, causing Y/N to laugh at herself crashing next to me on the couch. "You done?" "Hmmmmm, I think so." Fuck how is she so cute?

"Y/N?"

"Liz?"

"Why the fruit roll up?" Y/N tilts her head shocked. "Well, excuse me, Miss Chase, I didn't realize this was a no fruit roll-up kind of lunch!" Y/N dramatically exclaimed.

I think my cheeks officially hurt from smiling so much.

"Besides, you're the one that had them in your pantry," Y/N explained, popping a grape into her mouth. Oh yeah. This is my house. Why did I have them? Oh! "You're right. I babysit my friend Scarlett's kid from time to time. She's the cutest little button ever." I smile, thinking about Rose. "Here, I thought they were secretly your favorite late-night treat." Y/N leaned herself into my giggling at her joke. "Okay, enough time has passed without you trying my sandwich. Eat up, Liz!"

I take a bit of the grilled ham and cheese. I can't remember the last time I had something like this. It might have been when I was sick, and my mom made it for me. I honestly can't remember... maybe that's why Y/N made it for me today. To make me feel better. Even without this lunch, she's done a phenomenal job at making me feel like nothing else matters, and I'm grateful.

"Liz?" I snap my attention back to Y/N with a mouth full of food. "Yevsh?" Y/N daps my mouth with a napkin. "Is it that good?" Y/N points to one half of the sandwich; only two small bites remain. I swallow. Damn, I was famished! "You have no idea how good this is! Thank you again! I didn't realize how much I needed this. But you did." I find myself blushing from Y/N being so thoughtful and loving. "Aww, come here." Y/N moves closer, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing me. "Like I said. I feel you." She lets go of me but remains close, giving me a quick peck on my cheek before I resume eating.

"So I was thinking after you finish your lunch we could go to a nice park nearby and take a walk. Maybe lay in the grass and look at clouds or something. And then afterward, we could go grocery shopping since you don't have a lot of food here since you just got back." That kind of day sounds lovely, like something I would want to do, but I don't want to leave my apartment. I know the paparazzi will be waiting outside for me, plus I love spending time with Y/N in the comfort of my home. I'm a homebody. Sue me.

I smile at Y/N as I begin unwrapping the fruit roll-up. "As much as I'd love that. I just want a nice relaxing day with you. I don't want to think about anything or anyone else." Y/N nods, smiling at me. "I understand, Liz. I wasn't sure if you would want to go out today, so I was thinking if we plan on staying inside, we could cuddle, hang out, maybe nap, and watch that old movie you talked about last night. We could do those things could be in any order, by the way."

I can't help but feel my eyes gloss over with nothing but admiration. How is someone this caring for someone they just met? A soulmate, that's who. "Now, what was the movie called? Gong with the Wind, no, it wasn't that it was... Going with the Wind?"

"You stink so much, Y/N," I call her out and playfully shove her. "You know it's called Gone with the Wind," Y/N smirks and starts gathering up the plates and bowls from a successful lunch. "Maybe I've only ever called it old and ancient. And don't even think about getting up, Chase." All I did was shuffle my feet, and she knew exactly what I was planning on doing. I watch as Y/N so kindly washes and dries the dishes. "So, Liz, what do you want to do first?" Y/N squishes herself next to me. Once again, placing her chin on my shoulder.

"Well, since we're staying in, I'd love to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable, and while I'm doing that, if you wanna pull up the movie on the TV. I own it on everything, so just search for it, and it should pop up. Sound good?" I look down at her beautiful eyes. I can't help but feel myself being pulled toward her. I rest a kiss on her forehead. At that moment, I see a new future. When I pull back, I can't help but notice the pink hue on Y/N face. Did she see it too?

"We gonna spend the rest of the afternoon kissing, or are you gonna get out of these clothes?" I scrunch my nose up at her. "So bossy."

_

After changing into my shorts from earlier, I grab an old oversized black AC/DC shirt throwing it on. I quickly head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and lotion my body. Gotta be feeling and smelling good.

"3 HOURS AND 42 MINUTES! LIZ, ARE YOU SERIOUS!" Uh oh, she saw the runtime.

"You agreed to it!" I yell back. I hear a groan and mumble. "You're lucky I like you, Liz!" Oh!?

_

I come out of the bedroom and watch Y/N's whole body shift. "How do I look?" I give Y/N a cute little twirl. "Liz, until the end of time, the answer will always be: Stunning! You look stunning!" I put two fingers in front of my chest. "Really?" Y/N runs up to me. "Elizabeth Chase, I know you are not simping right now!" She starts pulling me towards the couch but not before planting a kiss on my cheek. "Now come on, dork, let's watch your dorky old movie."

"Hey, no, being a bitch!" Y/N, shocked, turns to me wearing a smile so she knows I'm joking. I grab the remote to adjust the volume and begin the movie. "Oh shit." I raise an eyebrow and turn my head to Y/N. "I forgot to let you know you're phone was blowing up like crazy. Some missed calls, texts, emails, and more. Like it was BLOWING up!" I know the exact reason. "You had a lot of messages from Robbie." I pause the movie.

WHAT?! How does she know who Robbie is? I feel the rush of guilt and panic over my body. I can't let my face show it. "Robbie?" Now Y/N raises her eyebrow. "Yeah, Robbie, your co-worker?" That's right! I nod, getting up to check my phone. My legs feel like jelly, and my stomach is quickly making a turn for the worst. "Thanks for letting me know. I'm sure it's nothing. My agents and team seem to overreact to everything, so I'll just take a quick look." Good save, Liz. Even though I shouldn't be lying to Y/N at all.

Y/N POV

I know I shouldn't be, but I can't help but look at Liz's cute butt as she checks her phone. I watch her weight shift from one leg to the other as she begins to text someone back. My eyes scan up her body. How does someone stand straight as a board? "Everything okay?" Liz doesn't answer.

I get up and wrap my arms around Liz, causing her to jump and move away, phone face down. "Wow, hey, you okay? I didn't mean to scare you, Liz. I'm sorry." Liz's green eyes glance at me before darting elsewhere. "Liz?" Liz looks down, remaining silent.

"I'm afraid I may be going to London sooner than expected." Well, shit, that sucks. Is that all? "I'm sorry, there is just so much shit I have to deal with it, and trust me, I would love for you to come, but-" Liz wraps her arms around me, stopping herself. She would want me there with her?

"Hey, Liz, look at me." Liz looks up with her tear-filled green eyes. "You do what you have to do. Okay? Let's make today count. Deal with the shit you can deal with right now. I'm going to go back to the couch and wait for you to watch this boring ass movie." I wink and pull her head to mine. "Thank you." Liz lets out into my chest. I squeeze her and look up, so she doesn't feel the tears coming out of my eyes.

We stand like this for minutes before I feel confident enough to let Liz see me. "Give me five minutes, and then it's us," Liz says, heading up to her garden. "Okay. I'll be here."

_

I don't know how long we've been watching this damn movie. I feel like I'm watching the same scene over and over again. I'm sorry, I can't seem to focus on the film itself, and my mind keeps thinking about the girl in my arms. I still feel like how I did this morning.

I just want you to know that I'm here for you. These last 24 hours have been a whirlwind, but I don't know what it is. I feel comfortable with you like I've spent years with you. You are giving me feelings of warmth and joy I have not felt in so long. I may be going way over the line, but a part of me thinks that you feel this way too. And now I can't stop myself from talking, but after seeing you bawling your eyes out, I just felt everything. It's just like I fee-" I take a breath. "I feel you."

But it's like these last few hours have just thrown a wrench into everything. I am falling for her, but I just have a feeling that she is holding something back. But even she's admitted she has shit to take care of. So maybe I should just wait and let her come to me. I trust her.

"God, you're so cute." I look down at my Liz and smile.

Liz POV

I don't know if Y/N is thinking about something or if this is just how she watches movies, but she has the most worried look on her face. I'll bet it's how she watches movies.

"God, you're so cute. Y/N looks down at me and smiles; this is how I know I want Y/N around. Every time she looks at me, it's like Christmas morning. It's like your team winning the biggest game of their life. It's like no one else exists.

I pull my attention back to the movie, but honestly, I stopped paying attention over an hour ago. I can't stop thinking about the girl holding me. She's so sweet and gorgeous. She makes me feel special in new ways. I can't stop thinking about what she told me this morning. I trust her. But she shouldn't be trusting me.

"Do you want kids someday?"

Part 6

[fiendishartist2]

until my fears come to fruition, i'm not scared– tma

"'Once I even saw him take one of Hector’s femurs and, after twisting it into a corkscrew spiral-'" Sasha spoke evenly into the tape recorder, voice soft as if giving words to the statement was a divine act. She felt it reverberate through her, a warm shiver that ran from the soles of her feet to the tips of her fingers. It wrenched her eyes open and she drank the words in as quickly as her own cadence would allow. Cold fear settled unpleasantly in her stomach, but the deep rightness of it compelled her to continue.

Just as she came upon the climax of the account, reading growing more frantic with each word inching closer to the heart of the victim's terror, the door to her office swung open.

It crashed against the wall with reckless abandon– old and rusty hinges shrieking alongside a startled Sasha. Tim strode into the room, waving around a handful of loose papers and manila folders.

"I told you– I told you!" He raged as he paced in front of Sasha's desk. Each harsh clap of Tim's loafers against the scuffed hardwood floors of the Archives punctuated the pounding of Sasha's heart. She almost couldn't catch her breath in all of the commotion; the last remnants of her prior excitement trickled out of her thoughts, replaced by quickly fading adrenaline.

Sasha mustered up a weak glare, "Tim, what the hell are you on about? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Tim continued to pace, completely ignoring Sasha. He muttered furiously to himself, talking in circles.

"Look, Tim," Sasha sighed, "I really need to get back to work-"

He whirled around and slammed the stack of statements onto Sasha's desk. His eyes were wild and hard with anger, but flitting about the room nervously, as if expecting something to sneak up on them. She flinched– she had been doing that a lot recently, especially around the people she once called friends.

Tim released the papers, moving his hands to grip the edge of Sasha's desk. Sasha pounced immediately, flipping through them hungrily.

"Wait, are these-?"

"Statements you've already read? Some of them," He shot a look over his shoulder, "Most of them aren't. Most of them are statements I've never seen before. I-I found them hidden in Document Storage- surely so we wouldn't find them…" Tim trailed off, babbling to himself.

Sasha's attention was glued to the unfamiliar statements. Her gaze jumped from paragraph to paragraph– page to page– as she tried to discern if she had seen them around the Archives or not. Something about these statements in particular repulsed her, even the ones she knew she had read prior. It felt wrong, like Tim had disrupted something important by taking them.

"So… what?" Sasha asked distractedly, "You found this lot of statements in storage. Gertrude probably hid them away for some reason or another. You know how she was."

A hand suddenly blocked her reading again as Tim slapped it down in front of her. He leaned in, mouth caught in a snarl.

"No." He said darkly, vitriol boiling just under the surface.

"No…?" Her voice climbed a few octaves as a different kind of fear wracked her.

Tim's erratic behaviour in the past few weeks had been causing her considerable alarm, but being faced with his rampage upfront was a whole other beast. She didn't want to believe Tim or Martin would harm her, but discovering Gertrude's body had changed things. The last Archivist was murdered, her death successfully covered up by someone working in the Archives. It rattled Sasha, made her wonder day in and day out if that would be her last– made her obsessive and confrontational and paranoid. The only person who could keep her anchored to reality was Jon; he kept her sane, in a way. On top of being a trustworthy friend in a place where she had lost all feelings of safety, he was incredibly helpful with Gertrude's murder investigation. He always seemed to get the perfect evidence just when she needed it. Sasha needed Jon, and she was grateful for it.

"Someone in the Archives is hiding these statements. Hiding them from you and me and Martin- a-and probably Elias too, for that matter!" He lowered his voice, once again checking over his shoulder before speaking, "I'm sure this is all Jon's doing."

Sasha burst into laughter.

All at once, the tension in the room dissipated. Of course Sasha was not about to be shot in her office, going the way of her predecessor; Tim was on another one of his 'Jon is evil' tirades. Tim sat back on heels and crossed his arms protectively over his chest. The faint blush creeping over his stony face prompted another round of giggles from Sasha.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just- Tim, please," She all but rolled her eyes, "I promise Jon did not squirrel away random statements for nefarious purposes."

He started pointing desperately at the papers again, "Look at them Sash- really look at them and-"

"Tim, I am looking at them. All I see is unrelated statements." Her hand moved of his own accord, settling on top of Tim's. She smiled, "You're getting worked up over nothing."

He looked disgusted for a moment, and then confused.

And then angry.

"You're not listening!" He shouted, before shooting a frightened look over his shoulder and lowering his voice to a growl, "If you just read them, you would see how they connect to Jon-"

"Spit it out already!" Sasha snapped. Her own frustration was bubbling up and the longer Tim beat around the bush, the more irritated she grew.

Tim dropped himself bodily into the chair in front of her desk– the one reserved for statement givers who thought the couch made it feel more like therapy than academia. He slid one of the folders towards himself, plucking the statement from within and holding it up.

"Read this one," he urged, "All of the writing in this file was done by Jon, but it's not anything coherent. Just the statement and pages of nonsense. I've never seen it before because it's been misfiled since Jon started working here."

"How do you know it's Jon's and you're not just using him as a scapegoat? You all started work on the same day." She asked cuttingly. She felt quite mean talking to Tim like this, but these baseless accusations against Jon were getting under her skin. She was just protecting a friend.

"Look at the handwriting- it's got to be Jon's." Tim handed over the open file and sure enough: Jon's characteristic cramped cursive littered each page.

As she flipped through the pages and pages of indecipherable 'research', she came upon the original statement: 'Statement of Darren Harlow, #0101811'. It looked relatively new; maybe a few years old, taken by Gertrude but untouched until Jon picked it up. Curiously, some parts of the statement were obscured– words, sentences, even entire paragraphs scratched out in pen. Otherwise, the statement appeared unharmed.

The visual of a marked-up statement made Sasha itch behind the eyes.

"'Annabelle Cane'? So, what, she turns into a spider monster by the end or something? Seems as normal as a statement can be."

Tim shook his head, "They're all like that, though! All about spiders and webs and- and puppets, for whatever reason. All follow-up done by or re-opened by Jon."

Tim snatched another piece of evidence from the pile, "A-and look at this one! I could have sworn you recorded this one right before Martin's run-in with Prentiss, but apparently it's been unfiled since Jon decided to 'continue Martin's research'," he mimed exaggerated quotation marks, "While he was absent."

Sasha remembered this one; statement #0150409, from the man who believed he was haunted by an immortal spider. She still regretted how hard she pushed Martin into proper follow-up on that one. In some ways, she felt like she had handed him over to Jane Prentiss on a silver platter.

However, she knew she could put Tim's skepticism to rest, now that she had a statement that was already on tape. Sasha pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk, where she kept all of her tapes. They were in neat stacks of six, ordered by date recorded. She shuffled through them, passing over the exact date where Carlos Vittery's statement should be. Real panic gripped her when she came up empty handed.

With more urgency, she dug out the entire stack it was supposed to be in and tossed it haphazardly onto her desk. The itch behind her eyes spread like a wildfire, filling her brain with an inescapable, searing buzz. She needed to find that statement– it was hers and the possibility of it being missing or- or stolen was inordinately wrong.

She pawed through the scattered tapes frantically.

"It's not here," she said faintly, turning back to her drawer to dig through the tapes with reckless abandon, "Tim it's not- it's not here. Why isn't it here?"

"I didn't see any tapes with the lost files, but-" Tim started tentatively, his own rage fizzling out as Sasha visibly spiralled. She stood abruptly, sending her chair careening behind her. It crashed into the bookshelf on the wall, dislodging a few books that fell to the floor with dull thumps.

Sasha marched around her desk. She pulled Tim out of his seat and pushed him out of her office.

"They were right here, I swear."

Tim had led her to the back of Document Storage. She had been trying to tame this room since day one in the Archives; so far, she had managed to record a considerable number of statements, but it had barely made a dent. There were still stacks of statements littering the floor and filing cabinets overflowing with manila folders.

Tim had pulled out one of the drawers of a filing cabinet and pointed out the space behind it. She had to admit, she's not surprised Tim found it so easily. It was a horribly obvious place to hide something.

"I don't see the tape…" She mused. Calmness settled over her like a blanket, pinning her down underneath it.

When Tim had steered her toward Document Storage, the panic fuelling her started to lose steam. Despite everything that happened between them recently, Sasha loved Tim– he was one of her closest friends. But, ever since Jon joined the Archives, she had to admit he had become a bit… irrational. After Prentiss, his disdain for Jon reared it ugly head and, subsequently, so did the theories and the arguments and the paranoia. Looking at it from a calmer perspective, it was easy to see how Tim was just jumping to conclusions, like usual.

Document storage was a mess; a room where every nook and cranny had a statement shoved in somewhere. Sasha often found herself getting turned around in there. It was impossible to find anything in the nonsensical filing system as statements were, more often than not, incorrectly filed. She couldn't exactly blame Jon for just sticking all of his work behind a drawer and calling it a day.

Of course, that wouldn't explain the missing tape, but what reason did Sasha have for thinking Jon was the culprit? Maybe she had just misplaced it, even though she was impeccably organised. That pressing calmness was now almost crushing.

She must have misplaced it.

"Sasha…?"

Sasha squeezed out a chuckle. What a strangely humorous situation. How could she have gotten so wrapped up in this? Obviously Jon wasn't working against them just because he chooses to research spider-related statements. That's ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

"Sasha, are you okay? You're acting a bit… weird."

Sasha felt a bit weird, but that was okay. She was so calm that she couldn't mind if she tried. The familiar force tugging at her thoughts was so helpful, so kind. It knew what was best for Sasha and wanted Sasha to know as well.

Wordlessly, she wandered back to her office, still chuckling under her breath.

When she pushed open the door, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet, she was greeted by the sight of Jon. Her desk was empty, cleared of statements and tapes. Something ugly squirmed around in her stomach, but that gut reaction was unreasonable. How utterly ridiculous she was being.

"Hello, Sasha. I was just coming to talk to you when I spotted my research work on your desk. Mind if I take it back? I believe there was some follow-up I hadn't quite finished up." He said innocently.

The ugly thing in her stomach was trying to crawl up her throat and out of her mouth. She wanted to scream at Jon– tell him no, tell him to leave, to stop doing whatever he was doing to all of them.

But Jon smiled that kind smile– the one that crinkled his eyes and thinned his lips and seemed to draw all attention to it– and numbness settled over her again.

Tim whipped you into quite the accusation, a voice in her head scolded. And of Jon of all people? That's ridiculous. That's absurd. How could that ever be possible?

The corners of her lips moved of their accord, manipulated into returning Jon's smile.

"Of course. Go right ahead Jon."

"Why, thank you, Sasha."

Jon shut the door softly behind him as he left. Sasha crumbled to the floor, her strings cut.

I'm going to find a way to tear your web apart, Jonathan Sims.

[originemesis]

@kugel-bitch is explaining to him why they say polo instead of pussy after marco- xxx

"That's what happens when you get yourself profoundly interwoven with somebody else's essence of being, I'm afraid. I need my daily dose of that handsome face, otherwise my feathers will start falling out and my halo will loose it's lustre and then...I'll die! A slow and paaaainful death! It's a totally real thing that happens!" ...Maybe she does like the bass boost a little bit. "...the court might sanction the occasional exception. Only occasional!" And she gently bonks the top of his head when he tries to butt her with those horns, as if she were banging a gavel. "Mmm...I'll allow it." Only because it is very entertaining to watch him nosing around like a mole through a dark tunnel in search of those promised lips. She leans back on her heels, playing keep-away for a few passing moments, but eventually gives in with a sing-songy "Polo~" chirped a few inches beneath his chin.

If he was being honest, he didn't know all the spicy details of a soul interweaving. His first two wives were just given to to him and threaded into his being in someway- likely while he was snoozing so he wouldn't kick up a fuss, but there were signs now and then that a part of their being had been branded on him at some point, whether that was the impromptu sobbing sessions about Lilith he occasionally (usually drunkenly) indulged, or the sharp, cracking pancreatic pain spasming around a missing rib when it came to Eve. Of course, those were both painful and annoying reminders. When it came to her though, new as the arrangement was (and yet not all since they still operated on their usual training regimens) ...whenever he realized it was time for their scheduled preen together, his wings would give the slightest flutter when she came close. What more was there to understand if not for that? Of course her melodrama was met with a slight roll of his eyes and an unconvinced puff of, "I knew I should have named you Lyre. 'Cause that soooo doesn't happen." Though he's pausing with the briefest flicker of worry glitching through the mask's display.

"R-right??"

He tittered. No way. Definitely not. "If anything, it'd be the opposite 'round this place. That's why if I wanna shave another millennium off Sera's working years, I'll just head in to the office in my Eden best." That always did get him out of work early, anyway.

When the court 'settles' for an exception, he chuckles lowly- maniacal as he usually is when it comes to settling debates in the courts. He was always so persistent, so she should have known he wouldn't just roll over...without the promise of a good belly scratch, of course. "That's like, so fair of you. A judge after my own heart ~ " His cackling calmed when he felt the soft puff of air she directed at his chin with her guidance. A snap of teeth at nothing preceded him tilting his head and dipping it forward earnestly to mash his human lips with her rendition of them, though the effort softened just slightly as he felt out the difference between a screen and his own face. "Mmh-"

A series of pleased chitters followed his efforts, as well as a swift tug on where her lower back dipped in to pull her up the front of his stomach so he didn't have to keep craning his neck so far down.

[adviserbabycom]

Best Cribs (Full-size, Mini) for Baby

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These are smaller than standard cribs but still, comply with safety standards so great for travel purposes only;  - A drop-side rail allows parents to easily reach their child without having to lean over too much. This feature also makes changing diapers easier since mommy no longer needs to bend down all the way every time she changes her little one's diaper! However, some models have been found after numerous reports that infants could. Convertible cribs can be converted into a full-sized beds or toddler bed - The crib mattress should fit snugly in the crib with no more than one and a half inches gap between the crib sides. Slats less than two and a half inches apart are safest because there is not enough space for the baby to get limbs or body stuck  - Mattress support must be firm since soft mattresses could result in suffocation, entrapment, or SIDS (sudden infant death syndrome). Do NOT put your child on top of another pillow under their head as this can cause breathing problems too. The crib sheets need to have deep pockets so it does not come off easily when turned over during sleep   - Crib safety rail pads are great for protecting against injury from falling out of bed at night if little ones happen to be moving around too much. They also keep crib rails from getting dents and scratches in them over time  - Crib bumpers are not safe because they can pose serious suffocation, strangulation, or entrapment hazards for children under two years of age; there is no evidence that crib bumpers prevent injury related to falls out of bed or injuries associated with nearby objects like pillows, toys, etc… Crib sheets should fit snugly on the mattress without gaps between it and crib sides since loose-fitting sheets could result in the baby being entangled by his limbs during sleep. Flat cloths are best so if your child does roll over face down while sleeping he/she won’t have anything blocking their airway  The best сonvertible crib for a baby on 2023 Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib The crib is a great choice for shorter moms. I am 5'4" and can easily pick up my son with this design! The short legs are an added bonus since they won't make you feel like either will drop into the gap below them or fall off while reaching inside to take care of your bundle of joy. This crib is an excellent buy for any family, made of the highest quality materials (solid New Zealand pine wood). It has been designed with safety in mind. There were no issues with the smell or preparation process. It only took us a few minutes to put together. The adjustable bed base has three height settings to suit your needs. It's great for people with a tall or short mattress and it also allows you the option of raising/lowering them by adjusting metal supports on each side. I haven't really spent any time looking at any baby products yet. She's been driving that ship. And so kind of wanna hear from her and why she picked out this CRI versus all the other cribs you can find on Amazon and online today. Yeah. So if you are in the market for a crib, you know that you have so many options, you can get cribs as, um, cheap as a hundred dollars. You can splurge and buy cribs for a thousand dollars.  So what I did is I just started looking at articles, um, where people were ranking the best cribs based on safety style conversion. If they're able to be converted into a toddler bed. And I kept seeing this one pop up on the list, the baby luau, Hudson crib, um, and yeah, I think it looks great. Um, I bought it in white and all the other baby furniture is gonna be white. So I think it's gonna look really good and it's safe and reliable. So I'm excited. Sweet. Well, let's go ahead, guys.  Now let's go ahead. Let's get it unboxed and see all the package contents. Yay. So we got the box open up here. Just wanted to show you guys how everything comes pat.  Now we're gonna go ahead. We're gonna remove all the package contents and show you everything that's included. Here are all the package contents right here for the crib. You can see all the rails and supports on the cardboard box right here. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib You can even see the toddler bed conversion. We got the mid-century modern design and white, and we really liked the look and feel of the finish. They did such a good job, packaging, everything for us, nothing's damaged and everything looks great. So there we go. You can see all those contents right there. Also, excuse the dog bed, but there is a mattress frame for us as well for the crib. And then we have our additional package contents right here. We have a nice thank you note. We have your installation guide, which we'll look at in more detail. As we set everything up, we have some more information on the crib for us right here with the model number, manufacturer, date, serial number, and everything else we might need in the future.  Here's the included hardware kit with some additional instructions. And these are all the contents that are inside that box. We got your washers, your bolts with an included, a wrench, and a wood Dow right here too, to use for installation. You will need a Phillips head screwdriver do not use power tools. Just use a handheld screwdriver to complete the setup, but with the screwdriver in the included Allen wrench, you'll be all set. Now let's go ahead. Let's get it set up. So in the installation guide, go ahead, and look at the parts right here. And you can pause the video if you need to study it and see their assigned letter for each panel in frame rail, et cetera. And then we can look at the hardware as well, right there. We can turn the page to look at more hardware so we can see everything else right there. And then assembly step one, which is what we're gonna do right now. You can see it's really simple and straightforward. They even zoom in on it to show you what we're gonna be doing in each corner. And then once you do it in one corner, you're gonna repeat that for the other three corners. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib Now, this is really important. I wish they kind of made a bigger note of this, but they do show you the correct picture, but make sure on these sides, you have those holes on the outside. I went ahead, I already started building this and I had those holes on the inside, cuz I wasn't paying attention. And then I got to step four and I had to retake everything apart. So go ahead, pay attention to those holes everywhere you see right there.  Here are all the parts we're gonna be using for this step that they reference right here. But here they are visually for you. So we have all the big wood Dows they make a smaller sized as well. We're gonna be using the bigger ones, the four bolts that had this attached to them. Go ahead, take those off. Use the lock washer. And then we're gonna drop that piece in place right there on that hole. Now we can go ahead. We can look at the frame. We have it set up correctly right here. So again, that holes on the outside, those holes are on the outside. Insane for the other side, make sure you have yours looking just like this. Then I wanna point out we only have one big hole right here on the user guide. You can see in their diagram, they have multiple holes. We do not have that specific piece. So ours is even easier. There's only one hole that can go in. So now guys, let's go ahead. Let's get those installed. So now looking at it closer, I went ahead. I put the two wood dowels in right there. We're gonna go ahead. We can drop this piece in two, but make sure you have that hole the right way. We need that hole to line up with this hole right there. So go ahead. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib You can just drop it in like that. And now we go ahead. We can take this bolt, and put it like that. We can line everything up right there, push it into place and then tighten everything down. So there we go. We push it into place. Now you can see we're just ready to take the Allen wrench right here. And this is a little goofy, so it kind of hits it, but they do cut it out enough for you to just twist this into place and then repeat this step for the remaining three sides right there. Now you can see, that we completed step one at every corner right there. Now we're ready for step two, which is gonna involve those feet right there. So we can come over to step two. We can see the frame we just assembled and what we need to do next.  So we gotta place some of the smaller dowels on each foot. And then we're gonna take the H two screws with the lock washer right there and attach them together. So that's all the parts we're gonna need for this step right here. Now let's go ahead. Let's get 'em installed. So it's upside down, but I wanted to show you what it looks like right there. So we can come over to this site. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib You can see what we're gonna do in a little bit better detail. So this Dow is gonna go in this hole and then this threaded hole is gonna line up with this hole. So when we flip this over, we can screw one of these down, which we'll do right now.  Now you can see, that we have it flipped over and we can just drop these bolts right in there and tighten them down with a Phillips head screwdriver. So you can see we just finished. Step two. We can go in on it. Now old, the screws have been attached right there. So we have the legs, the feet installed. That looks great. Again. This is your last reminder. Yours has to look like this right here with how those holes are aligned. So make sure your base has the holes in that exact same position. If they're on the inside, you need to go ahead and redo the steps to make it look like this, to finish putting on those rails. So now guys, let's go ahead. We can make it over to step three. You can see we're just gonna attach all the remaining wooden dowels right here. So we don't have any left and you can see where they go. They go on all the remaining bigger holes that can fit these dowels on the top right there. So let's go ahead. Let's get 'em placed. There we go. Step three is complete. We'll walk around so you guys can see them all put in their proper places. Now we're ready to move on to step four right here. You can see the instructions again. They're very clear. We're putting railings a and B on and they even zoom in for you showing you how to line up everything with the wooden Dows that we just put into place. Here are all the parts and pieces we're gonna need for this step right here. So let's go ahead. Let's get 'em installed. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib So I went ahead and just stuck one on the wood. It Dows right there. So you guys can kind of get a feel for how it's supposed to look from all the different sides and angles right there. Then we're just gonna go up underneath and tighten those bolts down. We're just gonna feed 'em through with our hands so you can see that's the whole underneath that we're gonna use on the other side, just push the bolts up through there. You can flip this upside down too. If you wanted, we can show you this other one right here, where those bolts are gonna thread into and where your wooden Dow is gonna go in right there. So go ahead. Let's do that now. So you can see, I got one in here and we're just finger tightening into place. If you need help lining it up without turning it upside down, you can just lift it up just like that. So you can see it right there and just continue to thread it in the place. Fours complete, everything looks great. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib Now we're moving on to get one of these railings installed for this side. So we can look at step five right here. We can see in more detail, everything that we need that I have laid out for us right here. But if you need to pause this right now to study a little bit more detail, we're gonna take the three longer ones on each side, right there and install them in place. Then we have two of the shorter ones going up from the bottom to attach to that railing as well. So let's go ahead. Let's do that. Now. You can see what we're gonna do right here. We have a little bit of wiggle room. There's the threaded hole that, that bolt's gonna go in and we have two more to do on each side. Full three of those are tightened down and repeat that on the other side to show you guys those two bolts at the bottom, I went ahead and laid the crib on the side. You don't have to do that for installation, but it might make it a little bit easier for you.  Go ahead, use the Phillips head screwdriver and tighten both of those into place. Step five is complete and everything looks great. Now we're ready to proceed to step six. We're almost done because there are only seven steps. So we're gonna add the mattress support frame in right now. So you can see right there what we're gonna be doing. And here's a close-up on how everything goes. So we got the really short bolt, the lock washer, then our regular washer, but the mattress frame in between the two washers. So there's everything that we need right there. Now let's go ahead. Let's get it installed. So step six is complete. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib Everything looks great. Let's go ahead. We can look at one of them in more detail so you can see the pattern, just like the instruction guide. So we got the bolt, the lock washer, the metal for the mattress frame, and then our other washer right behind it. So it's really nice. You also have multiple adjustments. So as your baby grows, you can lower this down. Looks really cool. I did notice in, for some reason, this piece is a little bit bent in. It's not gonna affect anything. Everything else is perfect but did notice it's got a slight bend in it, probably from shipping and then we're on to step seven. Our last step, we can see it right there. It's gonna be identical to step five. So here are all the pieces that we need that use everything up. We do have one extra lock washer, so we can just go add, hang onto that or throw it out when we're done. And it looks really simple and straightforward.  The longer bolts on this side, three on each side and then two at the bottom, and the cribs assembled. So we got the long bolts installed on both sides. Now we just have to install the two shorter bolts on the bottom. Same thing. I turned it on its side. Again, we're gonna hand tighten them in and then finish 'em up with the Phillips head screwdriver. Babyletto Hudson 3-in-1 Convertible Crib So they're tightened down and crib installation's complete. So here's the assembled crib guys. It looks great. The installation process took me right under 60 minutes. I'm pretty experienced with furniture assembly. So if you're not experienced with it, it may take you a little bit longer, maybe an hour and a half or so. Just depends how quick you're moving. If you're distracted by anything else. And if you're having any problems along the way, you shouldn't expect any problems.  So you'll have to redo it. But if you get that all lined up and good to go for the beginning, you won't have any problems. Now I just wanted to show you guys the instructions for the toddler bed too. We would basically just have to disassemble the last step that I showed you guys. And then add this frame on instead, which is included in the box. And you can see we're gonna use the same parts right there, but just not as many of 'em. So that's really nice, gonna be super simple to do someday when the baby starts to outgrow the crib. So we're really happy with how the baby let  crib turned out, but we're even more excited to welcome our first child into the world. The best 5-in-1 сonvertible crib for babies Dream On Me Synergy 5-in-1 Convertible Crib FAQ Each of our Dream On Me Synergy 5-in1 Convertible Crib paints and finishes is custom created to be nontoxic, and safe for your baby's nursery or any other room in the house. We go above what is required by CPSC (American Consumer Products Safety Commission) AND ASTM - third parties who test us on their rigorous standards so you can feel confident about using this product. The Synergy Crib comes with 3 mattress height settings that allow you to create the perfect sleeping environment for your baby. The highest setting is at 20.90 inches, the middle one measures 15."86", and lastly there's 10,82". You can use a regular crib or toddler mattress that is neither too soft nor hard for your child - it should be comfortable yet support their head and body in the right positions. The best 4-in-1 сonvertible crib for baby Delta Children Emery 4-in-1 Convertible Baby Crib FAQ For short moms, the crib is perfect! I'm 5'4" and it fits my hips just right. Plus with an adjustable mattress height, it’ll fit any mom's stature perfectly...you won't have any trouble getting kids in or out. The configurations of sofa beds, daybeds, and cushions can be changed depending on what use they're put to. Day bed frames tend to have a lower profile than couches. The “sofa bed” configuration in this crib is perfect for primary use as a couch, but “day beds” are more like benches and their locations within the dwelling determine how they can be used. Once your child begins to climb out or reach a height of 35 inches (89 cm), whichever happens first, stop using the crib and get them used to sleep in an adult bed. The best convertible mini crib on 2022 Babyletto Gelato 4-in-1 Convertible Mini Crib FAQ Thankfully, the feet are removable and you can easily detach them if needed. However, the manufacturer doesn't recommend any alterations to this product as it was tested with its prominent attachments in place. The versatility of this crib is unparalleled. Read the full article

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My Salvation

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Summary: turning human for both y/n and Damon was a big change, and they were happy with the outcome and their marriage. A particular morning however changes their futures forever, and they’d have had it no other way

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of smut, nudity, pregnancy, mentions of death and murder, suggestive flirting, mourning, slight bit of blood, mentions past vampirism

Word Count: 1763

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In all his years, Damon Salvatore never believed that he was worthy of being loved. And now decades later, he was lulling in the luxury of it, a smile on his peaceful face as a hand attempted to drag him out of bed. A nonchalant sigh fell from helpless lips, giving Damon an opportunity to peak an eye open to watch y/n amount to her struggle. It was rather adorable, she rolled her shoulders back as she turned back to him, catching him peeping at her from the angle in which he was laid. "Dammit, get up Damon!" He hummed in reply, turning over so that his bare back was facing her.

One thing she had to get used to was seeing the skin in which she had scratched with her nails still burdened by the marks; it brought them to the reality that he was now human once again and no longer had to suffer the consequences of not being so. She spouted his name from her lips once more, before she huffed and stalked out of the room. Once she did Damon rolled over again, hissing at the sensation of putting pressure on the scratch marks again, it was certainly something that he had to get used to.

Begrudgingly, knowing that y/n would be frustrated with him (and not in a good way) if he didn't eventually get up, he did so, padding out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where she was working over the stove. The smell of bacon and eggs hit his nose, finally after all this time making his stomach rumble. That sound alone alerted y/n that Damon had finally admitted to her that he was awake by bringing his presence outside of the bedroom, and thus she began to speak before she turned around to get a look at him. "Could you pass me the- dick."

A cocky smirk flowed onto Damon's face as he noticed that her gaze had dropped to below his v line, and as he stalked closer, wrapping his arms around her, the appendage that she had named pressing into the back of her thigh. "If you want my dick all you gotta do is say." He whispered in her ear over her shoulder, though to his dismay, she batted him away, causing the man to groan at the action. He slumped against one of the cupboards, not ashamed in the slightest by baring his all to her, the blinds were still drawn so that was one less thing to worry.

"Go put some clothes on or I'm going to burn our breakfast." Y/n pointed back to their joint room of slumber, cocking her brow at her husband when he chose not to move an inch. "Now, or I'll make sure that you have no yolks." That seemed to have an affect on him as he made another adamant sound but nevertheless followed her instruction. As he walked into the bedroom, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants off the top of the dresser, walking over to the bed to make it. On the white sheets there appeared to be indicators of blood that had spawned from the indents of his back; he'd put it in the washing machine later, for now he smiled, knowing that he was not invincible.

The sight when he returned was a dream, his wife was plating up the red hot food cautiously as to not burn herself, sliding the eggs that still maintained their yolks as a promise of her earlier threat onto the porcelain saucers, carrying them over towards the table of two. A smile now appeared onto her face from seeing him rather than a scowl, and she walked over to him, putting her hands on his hips as she leant up for a supple kiss. "Now it's finally a good morning." She whispered cheekily against his lips earning a mandatory eye roll from her partner.

"Still would have been one if you'd let me eat what I was intending to." He raised his brows suggestively, going to say more but she stopped him from doing so by covering his mouth with her hand which was adorned with a band around her marriage finger. Damon couldn't allow her to silence him and thus he swiped his tongue out, scathing her palm with the saliva that rested upon the verbal muscle, causing her to retract it and wipe the residue off on his shirt that she was wearing as a remainder of the night before.

"Did you just lick my hand?" She gasped, trying not to laugh at the accomplished look that had fallen over his face. Damon laughed at her outburst, unable to contain his amusement and happiness, as he sturdied her by putting his hand either side of her stomach, making her freeze up and her eyes widen from the contact. It caused the man in the marriage to frown, already having an idea of what was going on behind the scenes. Not to mention, the storm of a food that she had been cooking up regularly.

"Yeah, I did. Totally sexy right?" He spoke with a light and inquisitive tone, y/n visibly gulped, looking Damon in the eyes. This, or at least what he thought this was was something that he had never had the heart to imagine, as a vampire he could not reproduce which at the time was a relief as he'd probably have a thousand kids wondering the earth if that was not the case, but now that both his and y/n's lives had settled down, he felt like he had waited all of his life for this. Marriage was the first step back in his day, and then this usually came next.

"Totally." She answered in a whisper before clearing her throat and escaping his harmless grasp, turning back to the breakfast that she had set up. "We should probably eat before the food gets cold, I'm kinda hungry." Damon could eat in honesty as well, though his concentration had shifted and landed on the same thing that it always did; y/n. And so before she sat down, he wrapped his arms around her from behind again, placing his hands directly upon her stomach, fixating her like a statue underneath his grip.

"I think you're both hungry." He perceived, pressing a kiss to her hairline and pulling a seat out for her to sit in, and she complied, doing so with a frown on her face. Damon took his place opposite her, a smile on his face as he felt her gaze burning deviously into him. "I'm not stupid y/n/n.” She made a noise that made it sound like she disagreed, but he carried on speaking anyways. "I notice little things about you, how much you eat, when your period is, I've even seen you in the mirror touching your stomach for the last week. And-"

"How do you feel about it Damon?" She asked, reaching out to grip his hand, as though she were pleading for an answer that would leave them both happy. "Because I've dreamt of the day that I became a mother since I was a little girl, and when Caroline took on Jo and Alaric's twins I wished that for us, but then it was impossible. You were dead, I was dead, there was no life to be made by the one that we lived together, but now we're alive and have this chance to bring life into the world and give back to all the ones that we've taken. This feels like some sick joke, but it's real, and I am really happy honey."

"So am I." He grabbed y/n's other hand, his arms entirely stretched over the table, avoiding the cooling food of course. "It gives me a chance to be a father better than my own, to not destroy someone I love like I've done my whole life. There is one thing I want to ask though, if they're a boy, can we call him Stefan?" Tears stung his eyes as he said the name, and so did y/n's from hearing it, both of them thinking of his ultimate sacrifice. Y/n profusely nodded as a tear dropped down her face as she thought of her friend and deceased brother in law, showcasing a saddened smile onto her face.

"And if it's a girl we can call her Stephanie." She spoke with a pained laugh, giving Damon's hand a supportive squeeze, forgetting all about the food between them. Y/n looked down at her stomach, releasing Damon's hands to touch her yet to stretch stomach, stroking along the fabric that covered it. "You hear that little one? You're going to be named after a great man that saved all of us, without him you nor us would be here. We have him to thank for all of this." Damon dropped out of his seat, kneeling before his wife and unborn child.

"I know you probably can't hear us yet but I want you to know that you've given our human lives a reason. And time and time again I would trade any sense of immortality to be right here, if I could do it all over I would. You're my salvation, and a legacy for my little brother who I wish could eventually meet you. He's probably looking down on us right now, a smile on his face, and I know that he wouldn't have traded his sacrifice either. He got to see your aunt Elena again for a short split second and watch your cousins Josie and Lizzie grow up for many years, and he made sure that your aunt Caroline loved him. That was the most important part, and I'd do the same for you and your mother without question."

"Salvation huh?" Y/n asked, her smile spreading wider as she reached down with one hand to stroke through Damon's bleak locks. "Kinda sounds a lot like Salvatore, don't you think?" And y/n knew that from the start to the end that both Salvatores had been her own salvation, they had saved her, and when there were no more turns to go down, they had decided to change her, elongating their time together. It was comforting to be aware that her and Damon were to spend the rest of their lives together, and whilst it was not forever like they had promised each other, it was their new forever that would continue until they both stopped breathing.

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May I present... Dragon!Kirishima x Dragon!Bakugou with spoiled princess reader

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Being a princess had its perks. You could have virtually anything you wanted, which was fun, but then everyone thought you were spoiled. A brat.

They weren't wrong, but you wanted them to fear you.

You wanted to be respected, and what better way to do that then take in two wild, feral dragons?

Bakugou and Kirishima, two barbarians from the dragon kingdom, captured and brought to you as a symbol of their faith in you.

They were muzzled and drooling when they met you, smelling the sweet smell between your legs at the sight of them, the scent of you so strong Kirishima fell to his knees, drool pooling on the floor as he panted harshly, clawing at Bakugou’s legs in need.

He couldn't ever look you in the eye, always trained on your pretty tits, amplified by the tight corset, or even the space between your covered thighs, nose twitching when he got near you, bulge straining in his pants a clear indicator of how bad he wanted you, even though he acted shy.

Bakugou, on the over hand, was more forward. He kept you locked in gaze throughout the day, often putting you in your place when you got too snappy with him.

Technically they were your body guards now, so when you got on the blondes nerves, there was no one to stop him from mounting you, the old guards only able to stand and watch unless they wanted to be mauled to death.

He would have you face down, ass up, hips grinding into your ass while he snarls, spewing filth out of his mouth.

"You act so high and mighty but you're just another slut."

"Be fuckin happy I got this shit on my face, Brat"

"M' gonna dump so much fuckin cum in you you won't be able to breath without feelin my pups. Gonna stuff you so full and have Kiri eat it outta ya, ain't that right, mutt?"

At that, Kirishima lifts his eyes from where they were staring at your legs, drool dribbling down his chin and pants straining against his hard on.

"B-breed."

Bakugou grins wildly, pushing your dress up and moving slightly over, crooking his finger to Kirishima in a come here motion.

"Smell her, Mutt. She's fuckin aching for it."

Kirishima immediately scrambles forward, growls of excitement quickly turning to whimpers when the muzzle restricts him from pressing his face into your cunt.

You yelp as Bakugou grips the back of your neck amd drags your head back, snarling into your ear to unlock the traps so we can get a taste of you.

You reach back a shaky hand to grab the key from your pocket, Bakugoy snatching it and unlocking himself and Kirishima.

As soon as the red head is free, he lunges for you, but Bakugou grabs his left horn and tugs him up to his mouth, canines grazing Kirishmas ear.

"You don't move until I tell you to move, Dragon."

Kirishima bares his teeth at him, but quickly turns his neck in submission when Bakugou reveals rows of sharp teeth, a heavy growl coming from the blondes throat as he nips at the other males throat.

He pushes Kirishimas head roughly into your cunt, making him groan as he pushes his rough tongue inside you, your back arching at the feeling.

"So good. Good-breed-"

You cut off Kirishimas rambling with a sharp moan as his teeth graze your clit, tongue soothing the throbbing bud as he laps at it, thick fingers reaching up to plunge into you.

You start to foggily wonder where Bakugou went, but then you look up and see him in front of you, cock standing tall.

Its so pretty, thick with bulging veins running along it and ridges, the fattest part of it the base, and the tip, which are swollen and pink. It reaches slightly past his belly button and you wonder if he'll tear your throat apart.

He grabs the base of it, squeezing gently as he inches forward, and you open your mouth to take him in when you notice his balls.

They're so fat and heavy that you have a sudden and intense urge to take them in your mouth, give him some release cause you know he must he aching.

You weren't wrong.

The thing about Bakugou was that since he had such a big cock, it was hard to find someone to take it.

What made it worse was that back at home, he was a barbarian. No woman was willing to even look at him, let alone sleep with him. Kirishima was lucky, because yes, his dick was also huge, but he was on the nicer side and most woman didn't know or even think he was a barbarian. Few females could handle him, but at the end of the day he got to empty his heavy balls at least twice a week.

Bakugou hadn't cum in ages, never really having time to jerk off, spending most of his time pillaging and making deals.

So when the thick head of his cock pushed at your lips, but you ducked down and sucked at the bottom part of his balls instead, he let out a punched gasp, his hand tightening around his meaty cock and hips twitching forward in ecstasy.

You didn't know how sensitive he was, especially down there. He could already feel himself hurtling towards his high, cheeks red and head thrown back as he lets out the filthiest moans you've ever heard, thighs trembling around your head as he jerks his knot off rapidly, chest heaving.

You manage to wrap your lips around a good amount of him, sucking and moaning while your hand travels up, rubbing over his swollen tip and popping off his balls to give his knot a suck too, laving your tongue over the swollen skin and whimpering when he almost collapses, hands grabbing your head and pushing it back towards his ball, snarling about how hes too sensitive.

You, of course, don't listen, and push back against him to put his cock fully in your mouth, when you feel Kirishima behind you run something along your slit. You start to wonder if he was going to go back to eating you out, cause you knew you were creaming all over your thighs, overwhelmed from how hot it was sucking Bakugou off.

You were so close to the edge, you could cum just from a couple licks to your clit.

You feel something thick start to breach you, pausing in your quest to get Bakugous knot back in your mouth as you realize Kirishima is putting his dick inside you.

Bakugou realizes it at the same time, leaning over to bite into Kirishimas neck as a warning, but just as he sinks his teeth into the sweaty flesh, Kirishimas fat tip pops into you, stretching you so obscenely you cum, hard, careening forward and gagging on Bakugous dick, moaning around the top of his knot and making him whimper into the red heads throat, his knot swelling and dumping loads of cum into you, spilling out around the corners of your mouth and dripping onto his twitching balls.

Kirishima gasps at the feeling of you cumming around his dick coupled with Bakugous teeth on his throat, his eyes rolling back as he cums as well, filling you up to the brim and then some.

Bakugou reaches a shaky hand down and scoop his come from your mouth, licking his hands to taste himself as Kirishima does the same, and you almost cum as they lean forward and lick into each others mouth, hips rutting into your mouth and cunt sub consciously as they make out.

Fuck, you loved being a princess.

[michelle-is-writing]

Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.

[earlgreydream]

mission.

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

oh no, there’s only one bed trope

“James!” You screamed, your voice getting carried off in the wind. You kicked backwards, knocking free from the grip of a Hydra agent. You ducked as a bullet whizzed past your head, slicing through the skull of your enemy.

A hand wrapped around your arm and dragged you forward, forcing you to break into a run. Blinded by the storm, your lost your footing in the slick mud. If it wasn’t for Steve’s grip on you, you would’ve fell face first into the ground.

“Be careful!” The shout was stressed, impatient.

You swore and ran through the field after the soldiers, nearly tripping over the uneven ground. Your muscles were burning along with your lungs, and the rain was so thick you couldn’t see.

“We can’t drive in this!”

“We don’t have another option!” Steve shouted back, his grip on you tightening as he helped you onward.

The mission had gone to absolute shit before it even started. Stark sent you, Steve, and Bucky to hunt down a Hydra agent, which you’d just taken out in the field. However, he’d gotten wind of your arrival, prepared with an elite security team you had to get through. They had nearly succeeded in killing Bucky, throwing the three of you off from the beginning.

The storm had made everything nearly impossible, and it wrecked any chance of you getting home soon. No plane, not even one designed by Stark, could fly you overseas when you couldn’t see two feet ahead of you.

You couldn’t see Bucky, or Steve really, only knowing he was there by the hand on your arm. You trusted Bucky was nearby, making his way back to the car with you to try to get out of the middle of nowhere.

You were exhausted, hardly able to stand, let alone run through the storm, covered in heavy mud and gear. You finally made it to the car, your shaking hands coming into contact with cold steel.

The three of you managed to get inside the vehicle, though it didn’t feel like it was going to do any good. You were soaked from the rain and covered in mud and blood, and you were shivering from the icy temperature.

Bucky turned the key in the ignition, deciding that you needed to drive to shelter, even if he couldn’t see the road ahead.

“Fuck! Bucky!” You yelled as cold air blew directly on you from the AC, making you feel like you were going to freeze death.

“I’m fucking taking care of it, Y/N!” Bucky snapped back, raising his voice at you.

“Hey, that’s enough, Buck.” Steve interjected, despite being on edge himself. Bucky turned off the air, pulling out into the road and blindly inching back toward the small eastern-European town.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said through clenched teeth, and you shook your head.

“It’s fine, we’re all just exhausted.”

You didn’t even realize you were clung to Steve until Bucky parked, somehow managing to get you three to a motel, alive. You muttered an apology, grabbing your backpack off the floor and running into the front office.

The desk manager eyed the three of you warily, and you sagged against the wall, struggling to stay upright. The floor felt like it was rocking under you, and you grabbed Steve’s arm to try to steady yourself. You were so cold, you felt like you were about to freeze to death.

Bucky started speaking to the main in fluent Russian, the conversation growing sharper and more annoyed as they argued. You didn’t understand what the problem was, and you started to cry, overly exhausted, dirty, and weak.

“Stevie,” Bucky whined at Steve to take care of you while he continued to deal with the manager.

“Y/N, take deep breaths,” Steve hugged your shivering body to his, and Bucky gestured at you and shouted at the manager.

He flashed his gun before he was finally given a room key, and he threw the door open, motioning the two of you to follow. Steve carried your backpack for you, gently pushing you after Bucky and praying you didn’t collapse.

Bucky unlocked a room, pushing you inside ahead of him, and you stared at the one bed. You were too tired to truly care, lethargy threatening to drag you under.

“It was all they had. He’d barely give me this last room.” Bucky’s tone was apologetic, albeit frustrated.

“It’s fine, one thing at a time,” Steve sighed, and you dropped to the floor, working your boots off.

“I need a minute, you can shower first,” you said hoarsely, and the boys nodded, Bucky tenderly touching your head as he walked to the small bathroom, tearing off his ruined clothes. He was quick, and Steve was in and out right after, both of them clean in under fifteen minutes. You sat on the floor, trying to catch your breath and drink the water bottle that Bucky had forced into your hand.

“Can you stand for a shower?” Bucky asked you, and you nodded, taking his hand as he helped you off the floor. You grabbed your one change of dry clothes from your backpack and set them on the sink.

“Don’t lock it please, Y/N,” Steve called, worried you would collapse.

“M’not!”

You stripped out of your ruined uniform, discarding it with the boys’. You stepped under the hot water, a moan escaping you as you finally got some relief from the freeze deep in your bones. You washed the mud off of your body and out of your hair, nearly crying from the relief of the hot water.

“Oh my god, fuck!” You shrieked when your clothes fell off the counter and onto the wet floor, the drain not doing much good.

“Y/N?!” Bucky’s concerned voice came as he cracked the door open.

“I’m fine, I...” you started crying again, feeling defeated and worn out.

“Doll, what happened...” Bucky’s voice was soft, the rare term of endearment making you cry harder.

“I dropped my clothes!” You shut off the water and peered around the dingy curtain. You grabbed a dry towel from his hand, staying behind the curtain as you dried off, the steam keeping you warm.

“Just leave your clothes. You can have Steve’s sweater. That’s all we’ve got, but it’ll be big, so...”

You were wrapped in the towel as you took the fluffy white sweater from Bucky, pulling it over your head once you were given some privacy.

It fell almost to your knees, the sleeves covering your hands. You wished you had something to put on under it, but this was the best you could do right now. You squeezed the moisture out of your hair before joining the boys in the small motel room.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and you nodded, thanking him for the sweater. They had only managed to raid a vending machine outside, and you were handed a package of crisps and another bottle of water. The television in the corner was playing some Russian telenovela quietly, the scratch of the fuzzy connection interrupting it.

You sat on the edge of the bed, eating the crisps and wishing you had some real food to satiate your stomach ache. You pulled an extra band from Bucky’s wrist, tying your damp hair up on top of your head, getting it off your neck.

Your two best friends wouldn’t let you lay down until you’d finished the second bottle of water, paranoid of your possible dehydration. You ignored their anxious nurturing, getting under the covers as soon as you’d finished it.

You had never felt so exhausted in your life, and your eyelids were heavy as they fell closed. The two super soldiers laid down on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth. They were like two individual heaters, pressed against your back and front in the small bed. 

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it was pitch-black when you woke up. You stirred, your eyes still heavy with sleep. The storm was loud outside, covering the soft breathing of the soldiers.

You felt metal between your thighs, Bucky’s hand gently rubbing your inner thigh.

“James?” You murmured, stirring.

“Mm?” He was barely awake. Steve’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you closer. You rubbed your eyes, snuggling deeper into Steve’s soft sweater.

Your mind was thick with sleepiness, and you were still stuck in a half-dream state. It was warm, dark, and heady, surrounding you in a settled calmness.

You felt Bucky’s fingers trail higher, finding you bare after the clothing mishap. You didn’t register what was happening at first until you felt him sliding along your skin, finding your bundle of nerves. You whimpered softly, your mind melting and your legs parting even though you didn’t know what was happening.

“James, what are you doing?” you whispered breathlessly.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you, doll. You’re just too irresistible,” Bucky murmured into your chest, curling up closer into you. His lips ghosted over your neck, hot kisses dotting along your skin. Your body ignited with the touch, and you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Wanna feel you,” Steve’s sleepy voice hummed through your hair, his hand moving up your sweater up to your chest. A noise escaped you as you felt Steve slowly begin to grind against your backside, hardening against your soft skin. You realized they were naked too, and you began dripping on Bucky’s fingers.

“Sweet girl, does that feel good?” he smiled against your throat, marking you up with hickeys. 

You nodded, tipping your head down to kiss him. It was a bit hesitant at first, but you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into Bucky. Your lips molded together, his gentle movements easing any doubt in your mind. Steve squeezed your breasts, teasing your nipples and making you sigh against Bucky. He slid his tongue past your lips, the warm muscle exploring your mouth. Metal fingers pressed slowly inside of you without resistance, stretching you out and rubbing your velvety skin.

Your soft sighs and moans filled the motel room, and you reached behind you to pull Steve into a searing kiss. Bucky pulled your leg over his, giving them better access. You whined a complaint when Bucky pulled his fingers from your heat, causing the boys to laugh softly.

“I’m just going to get you ready for Steve, doll. Is that alright?” Bucky’s silver eyes locked with yours, searching for any hesitation.

“Yes, but... go slow?” you whispered shyly.

“We’ll be gentle, sweetheart,” Steve promised, and you leaned your head back against his shoulder. You trusted the men, knowing they’d never hurt you, not purposely. Steve’s hand smoothed over your side, kissing the skin of your shoulder that peeked out above the neckline of his sweater. 

Bucky’s slick fingertip traced around the tight ring of muscle before carefully easing it in. Your fingers snaked into Steve’s hair, tugging lightly as Bucky worked to loosen you up. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Bucky asked when your face squeezed up as he added a third finger.

“No, it just feels... strange,” you squirmed between the boys. Steve dropped his hand between your legs to distract you from the discomfort Bucky was causing. You slowly relaxed around him, smiling into Bucky’s gentle kisses. You adjusted your leg over his hips, pulling the soldier closer and smoothing your hands over his chest. 

You were restless, anxious for them to be inside of you. Your quiet begs sent shudders of anticipation through the boys, giving in without hesitation.

“I’m going to slide in first, it’ll go easier,” Bucky waited for your permission and you agreed, tugging on his long dark hair. He loved it, a deep growl coming from his throat as you pulled on the locks. Your giggles abruptly cut off as Bucky wrapped an arm around your hips, pulling you close as he sank inside of you. He mumbled profanities in Russian, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warmth surrounding his cock. Your leg draped over him allowed him to get a deep angle, feeling like he was splitting you open in the best way. He was bigger than anyone in the past, and you swore to yourself you could never go back after this.

“You’re fucking huge, James,” you whined into his ear, gasping as your words caused him to thrust against you, the friction sending electricity to your nerves. Steve laughed at that, waiting for Bucky to still before rubbing his leaking head against your other entrance. 

“Just breathe, okay?” Steve could see the nervousness in your eyes, even in the dark. You hid your face in Bucky’s chest as Steve pushed inside of you, squeezing your ass in his large hands. Bucky felt the friction against him, and he struggled not to thrust into you. 

The foreign fullness had your thoughts disconnecting, your body being overwhelmed with arousal. Your loud moans filled the silence, and you squeezed around them as Steve’s hips met yours. 

They only gave you a moment to adjust before both soldiers started moving, thrusting in and out of you, making you scream with mind-numbing pleasure. Bucky’s movements became more forceful, pulling sounds from the three of you. You couldn’t think or move, your only ability was to take it, soaking it up and igniting your body. You throbbed around them, throwing your head back against Steve. 

“You feel so good, sweetheart, you’re so tight and warm around us,” he praised, kissing your cheekbone. Your mouth opened with a choked moan, and he connected your lips, moving his tongue against yours. Bucky swore, even more turned on by the sight of his two lovers making out.

He lifted your knee higher, thrusting impossibly deeper. The pressure that had been building snapped, and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

“Fuck, I’m so close, doll,” Bucky knew he couldn’t last long as you tightened around him like a vice. 

“Come inside of me, please, I want-” you didn’t finish your sentence as he came, throbbing inside of you as he filled you with hot ropes of release. You were reduced to mindless, incoherent begs, pleading for Steve to do the same. His strong arms held you still against him, keeping you from writhing as he came deep inside of you. Bucky swallowed your screams, and you sank weakly against them as you came down from the high that had all of you wrecked. 

You woke up slightly dazed from the post-sex sleep, exhausted from the mission and getting fucked by the two super-soldiers. You opened your arms with a sleepy whimper, making the boys laugh softly. Bucky pulled you into a hug, letting you drape your arms around his neck and cling to him. 

“How’re you feeling, doll?”

“Like I’ve had the life fucked out of me,” your voice was soft and amused, making them smile tenderly at you.

“In a good way?”

“In the best way,” you assured Steve.

“I want all of our missions to end like that.”

Bucky grinned cheekily, kissing your head and making you giggle. 

“The storm’s let up. I’m sorry, but we’ve got to get you out of bed,” Steve peeled the blankets off, making you cling tighter to Bucky in protest. 

“Your clothes are dry. C’mon, up, now.” Steve slapped your ass, and you slowly let go of Bucky.

“Help me, my legs are weak,” you held Steve’s hands as he assisted you in climbing off the bed.

“We break you?” Bucky teased, and you shook your head. You kissed Steve lightly before getting dressed, opting to leave his sweater on. 

Within an hour, you were on your way back to Stark tower, curled up on the private plane, your head in Bucky’s lap as he stroked his fingers through your hair. 

“So, everything went as planned on the mission?” Stark asked, debriefing with the three of you. You fought back a laugh, and Steve placed a hand on your back.

“Everything went great, Stark. We assassinated the target, and we all made it back alive,” Bucky confirmed.

As the three of you were walking out the door, Stark’s voice made you turn.

“Don’t think I’m stupid, I can tell what the three of you are up to!”

You squealed, running out the door with the super soldiers, away from Tony’s amused judgement. 

[buckybarnesdiaries]

the knife

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Once a week, Bucky cleans and sharpens his knives, but this time, the easy task takes another path.

word count: 1.936 words. (i know, it's long, but it worth it).

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! knife!kink, sir!kink, praising!kink, foreplay (female receiving, use of a knife), language, mention of bodily fluid.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Who in their right mind wouldn’t feel hypnotized by the way Bucky has to dance a knife between his fingers?

Once a week it’s all he does during the day. Clean and sharpen his knives, after spending the whole morning training with them, while you can’t stop looking at him amazed. And horny. You feel like a slut, let’s be clear. You can’t help but imagine how good his hands make you feel whenever he touches you, whenever he grips your throat, whenever he pulls your hair. But, mostly, he’s too stupid to notice it. Even innocent you could say.

So, there you are, sitting on the sofa in front of him pretending to be reading a book, while his fingers grab a cloth with too much care to clean the blade of his favorite one. The one you got him for your first anniversary. A mini-machete with a black leather handle and golden ornaments all around it. When Bucky saw it for the first time, he fell in love.

As soon as he raises his oceanic eyes towards you, yours fall to the pages trying to hide the bunch of emotions within your chest and your lower belly. You can’t help but lick your lips clearing your throat, a gesture that makes him giggle putting down the machete over the table. In complete silence, Bucky stands up to stretch his arms to the ceiling, before leading his steps dangerously closer to you. Pressing your lips to contain a guilty laugh for being caught in action, you look at him through your eyelashes.

“You have something to tell me, doll?”

You shake your head swallowing greedily, about to choke on your own saliva.

“You sure?” He inquires then, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

Fucking grey sweatpants. This time, you nod with your head, whilst he is sitting by your side. Bucky grabs the book between your hands, tossing it above his shoulder to somewhere on the floor, without putting his eyes away from yours. You gulp again, starting to feel some difficulties to breathe staring at him placing his arm made of vibranium over your shoulders. There’s no gesture on his face when he raises his left hand to your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him.

“C'mon... Tell me what you want”.

His lips brush yours, driving you insane and racing your heart, as his firm tone of voice slides itself between them. A shiver runs down your backbone, drying your throat as the heat floods your guts. But you can’t think of a single word to say. Bucky waits patiently a couple of seconds, nodding at the end as —for him— the game has started. He puckers his lips, about to get up from the sofa pulling his hands away from you. And you stop him. Of course you do. As soon as you can react. You grab his cold wrist to push him back, almost falling on top of you.

Bucky’s laugh fills the whole room, getting comfier between your legs while your fingers get tangled in his long brown hair. Using the tip of his tongue, he licks your lips at the same time he crashes his pelvis against your needed core. You can’t hold a loud and pleased moan, closing your eyes and hearing another laugh coming from his mouth.

“Last chance, doll. Do you have something to tell me?” The soldier grunts onto your lips.

“Just… touch me, please”. You’re almost sobbing so anxiously, when Bucky starts to rock his hips between your legs, creating a very satisfying friction.

“No, doll... We’re gonna try something new”.

Your eyes widen in surprise, curiosity, and confusion, touring the length of his metallic arm until reaching the long fingers grabbing the mini-machete you gave him. You gasp uncontrollably, while his other hand snakes up your thigh to find your panties under the baggy shirt you’re wearing. One of the shirts you usually steal from his wardrobe. Bucky brings the blade to his teeth, holding it there to sit up and help you to strip. In less than a blink, you are completely exposed to his attentive and lustful blue eyes.

You spread your legs for him without the needing of being asked for, showing him in all its glory your warm cunt shining in your arousal. Bucky would give his life for digging his hard and twitching dick in your pussy right now, but he has another plan. One that you are going to enjoy anyway. Leaning over you with the machete now back to his hand, his left forefinger goes straight to your folds; wetting it with your sweet juices in a soft stroke.

“Open your mouth”. He demands with such a raspy tone of voice, bringing the handle of his knife to your lips.

You welcome it in silence, delighted, hornier than ever. Twelve inches of leather that you suck and lick pleasantly for him. You cover it with your saliva, swirling your tongue around it as he marks the rhythm inside your mouth. Meanwhile, his index finger helps you to calm your anxiety, giving enough attention to your swollen clit. You can’t think, you can’t moan, you can’t breathe. You two haven’t started and you feel already that you could cum in less than a sigh. Bucky sees it in your eyes, and he can’t hide a petty smile growing on his face. He loves to tease you.

“Have you been feeling like this all day, uh?”

Pulling away the handle from your mouth, he drags it over your skin, down by your collarbone and the small space between your breasts. Slowly, too damn slowly. You don’t know how he can control himself this good when you’re about to cry. You need him so much. All the time. But days like these… You need him twice as much.

“Yes…” You just mumble weakly as the wet handle reaches your abdomen continuing his path down.

“Tell me what you want”.

“Put it inside me, please…”

“Please, what, uh?”

“Please, sir”.

You can see your boyfriend breathing through his parted lips, catching his air at the moment he watches you whimper when the leather slightly touches your clit. You are so beautiful for him —legs opened, hard nipples and begging.

Placing his flesh arm under your waist to raise a little your ass, Bucky plays with the handle up and down your slit, making a pressure that causes you to grunt annoyed. He giggles inevitably, sliding it slowly into your wetness, and you can’t help but arch your back pleased when the knife starts to stretch your walls so torturously and deliciously. When his cool fingers touch you provoking you a soft chill, and you feel it’s completely inside you, Bucky moves back his hand with the same slow pace.

He’s driving you crazy. He knows it pretty well. He doesn’t enjoy anything more than the fact of having you under his control, under his power. Gripping his warm hand around your throat, he makes himself some space by your side on the sofa. Now, his lips can touch yours, drink your delighted sobs, look at your eyes from closer.

“Do you like it, baby doll?”

“Yes… Yes, sir… I li— like it, sir”. You utter with a broken thread of voice, nodding with your head briefly.

“I know. I can feel it. You think I don’t notice…” He whispers in a hum, sticking his forehead to yours, tightening the grip around your neck. “But the truth is… I do it on purpose. I always make sure you look at me. Anyone else, but at me”.

Oh, there it is. These insecurities he always hides masterfully, but the ones that claim your attention the whole time. Bucky needs you too. You were the first person who didn’t treat him like an assassin, nor like a monster. He lives to make you happy. He can’t think about the idea of losing you one day, just because he doesn’t give you enough. But he is. He is more than enough. And you prove him every single day since you met him.

“Please, sir… I wa— want more… faster”. You plea against his lips, placing your arms around his, softly swinging your hips at the rhythm of the knife he’s using to fuck you.

“You want it faster, uh?” He repeats playfully, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek at the end.

“Please…”

And Bucky pleases you. The move of his wrist makes the pace increase a little. The handle goes somewhat deeper, carefully to not hurt you. He twists it making you moan, stir, bite your tongue. Bucky is well-aware of what you like and how you like it. And he wants to make you cream his mini-machete to remember that day whenever he uses it in a mission, far away from you.

A wet, dirty noise starts to make an appearance when the thrusts into your soaked cunt are more constant, just like your satisfied vocals echo the room. Bucky spreads kisses all over your face, keeping his fingers around your neck to keep you close.

“God… you’re such a good girl taking my knife this good”. Your boyfriend can’t help but purr onto your ear, feeling how he could cum in his sweatpants just by looking at you so damn needy for him. “And I swear… it’s not gonna be the only one… I’m gonna make you fuck all my knives, doll”.

Just imagining it, you feel the tickles concentrating in your lower belly. You feel your juices spilling down your buttocks and staining the sofa. This man is going to be the death for you. But if you have to die… Is there any other better way?

“C'mon… do your magic…” He encourages you, getting closer to your lips.

Bucky doesn’t give you the chance to moan in a reply, tucking his tongue into your mouth to devour it. The pushes to your g-spot become eager, harder, and well-aimed; wanting at all cost to make you cum. And as soon as he feels your legs shivering, he goes faster. You can’t control it. The orgasm is growing inside you easily as a forest is set on fire with a match. Crying out with his tongue invading your cavity and dominating yours, you tangle a hand on his hair arching your back as you find a new position that gives you some more pleasure. But you can’t hold it anymore.

Bucky is stealing your air by gripping your throat tighter, kissing you so impatiently, and you can’t hold it anymore.

The soldier swallows the loud howl that borns in the deepest place of your soul, feeling the explosion inside your stomach as you jump inevitably into the abyss of heat. But he doesn’t stop. He continues rocking the knife inside you, wanting to hear you a little more. Wanting to hear his full name mixed with your delighted whining and your growls. It’s never enough for you, nor for him. And now you want him inside you.

“Please… Please…” You cry pushing his metallic hand away from you, making him toss the soaked knife with your juices to the floor. “Please, sir… Fuck me… I beg you… I need your dick”.

“'Course you need it, my little angel… You need it all the damn time, don’t you?” He doesn’t sound angry, but his voice is rougher than ever.

He’s upset because you have forced him to pull out his mini-machete, but soon Bucky forgets it when he is buried deep inside your cunt. His cunt. Only his.

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