#shes fine btw i made her drop it and she didn't open it but like. christ. i can't keep doing this shit.

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WHY THE FUCK DOES MY DOG KEEP TRYING TO EAT CHOCOLATE I GIVE HER GOOD FOOD I PLAY WITH HER I TAKE HER ON WALKS I PET HER WHENEVER SHE WANTS I LET HER SLEEP IN MY LAP YOU LIVE A GOOD LIFE MAGNOLIA BLOSSOM [LAST NAME] WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE MADAM

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brightest in the dark

Crosshair x F!Reader

word count: 9.2k

description: when you get caught up in an inescapable cave-in, crosshair finds that some things are easier to confess when it feels like the end of the road

warnings/tags: angst for sure but not all the way through, crosshair is an angsty boy in a lot of ways, forced proximity, frenemies (?) to lovers — reader and cross have a strained relationship because of the aforementioned angstiness of the boy, perceived unrequited love, injury detail, blood & needles, jealous (and a bit insecure) crosshair, implied there might be something between hunter & reader (spoiler: there isn't), grumpy/sunshine kinda, reader is a medic (how original), reader is described as being a similar size to crosshair, some suggestive dialogue but nothing nsfw

a/n: I will make every clone yearn if it’s the last thing I do. sue me. also If anyone knows where I took the title from we can be best friends forever btw. and shoutout to @lonewolflupe for the ‘sky rodeo’ <3

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“Have you got your water bottle?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, kicking off the side of the Marauder as you descended the ship’s stairs with an irritating pep in your step.

“Mm” he confirmed, taking a toothpick from his belt, already pre-empting a grinding jaw.

“Medkit?” you asked, stopping just next to him to secure the top of your knapsack.

Crosshair didn’t reply, he just gave you a sidelong glance of irritation, toothpick clenched between his teeth. You looked over to him, most likely upon realising he wasn’t going to answer, and deflated slightly at his expression.

“Crosshair, have you got your medkit?” you asked more pointedly, an edge of exasperation that made the edges of his lips quirk up marginally.

“Yes, I have” he mumbled out, turning away from you and catching Hunter’s glare as he walked in his direction.

Crosshair had to fight the urge to roll his eyes again, he already knew what he was going to say.

“She’s only trying to help” Hunter scolded him, “if I hear that you've given her a hard time—”

“Alright, I get it” Crosshair snapped, his gaze as sharp as his tongue.

Hunter gave him an unimpressed look, eyebrows raised and a sigh escaping his lips, “alright, try not to take too long, report back as soon as you've got a visual”

Crosshair didn't try to suppress his eye roll this time, “this isn’t my first sky rodeo, Hunter”

“I know, but—”

“You ready, Cross?”

Crosshair's head twinged to the side slightly as his eyes fluttered closed, his jaw grinding and teeth clamped together at the nickname. He'd pretend it was because he hated it, as he always did.

He didn't reply, instead stalking away from the two of you and off in the direction of your mission objective. He could hear the way your feet scurried to catch up with his long strides and huffed, gripping his helmet tightly at his side. He felt your eyes on him, running them over his armour, and it took everything within him to keep from meeting your gaze.

“How did you sleep last night?” you asked, making his jaw tick noticeably.

He knew you had recognised his poor sleeping habits of late, but he wasn't really in the mood to speak about it, especially as it had something to do with the fact that you'd started sleeping in Hunter's bunk. He wasn't sure why, but that was somehow even more torturous than knowing.

“Fine” he replied coldly, keeping his eyes ahead as the two of you followed the trail that lead down into the valley below.

You sighed, “Cross…”

“Don't call me that” he grumbled, no real bite behind the demand, “and I said fine, so drop it”

He saw your shoulders slump out of the corner of his eye and shook his head, disappointed in himself once again.

Truth be told, Crosshair was painfully enamoured by you. Smitten was a more appropriate description really. He certainly felt as if he had been smited by some cruel deity who deemed that his life was worth being made difficult. He bore it like an open wound that he tried to ignore, a mess that wasn't given the proper amount of care and attention, and bled into the way he treated you.

You’d always been too kind to Crosshair, far kinder than he deserved. As much as it was your job as a medic, you always took care of him in the same way as the others, even though they always treated you with a level of respect that he didn't. He wished everyday that he could take it all back, go back to the beginning and start over, let you know how much he appreciated you and your efforts, how his feelings had grown for you to the point where his chest ached every time your smile was directed at someone who wasn't him.

It made little sense, he knew that. He acted as if he didn't care whether you lived or died, but it was the fact that you didn't seem to care that made him continue to act that way. So he couldn't take it back after all, and maybe he wouldn't want to anyway, because how else could he get close to you? He knew that made little sense too, but very few things were clear to him when it came to you.

In any case, he'd go on suffering in silence, a suffering of his own making that he cursed himself everyday for.

You did have a friendship, of sorts. He wouldn't call it that, and would certainly never admit it, but you were insistent in trying to get him talking. The way it would play out often went along the lines of him teasing you, making fun of you, to see how far he could push you as a juvenile way of coping with the magnitude of his affections. It was the closest thing to affection he would allow himself. You often rebutted his teasing remarks with ones of your own, and as much as he appreciated you matching his attitude, he mostly wished that you wouldn't allow him to get away with it, that you would give him a reason to show how he truly felt about you.

Safe to say the opportunity hadn't arisen, and he wasn't crossing his fingers either.

This mission's objective was simple; go and scout ahead, and comm the others when it was safe for them to move out. Since your joining the group eight months ago, Crosshair had often been lumbered with you in situations such as this. As the sniper, he wasn't made for nor enjoyed close combat fighting, and as the medic with little combat training, it suited you to hang back until you were needed.

Thankfully, the terrain that you were traversing this time was straightforward, a narrow valley that brought you right up to a ridge that overlooked a separatist outpost. Although the area was simple to cut across, it only made the silence that stretched between you even more tense, with no buffer to distract either of you.

You kicked up dust into the air with the way you were dragging your feet, and Crosshair was half of the mind to replace his backpack with you just so he wouldn't have to hear the grating noise. Holding a datapad in hand, you tapped the screen, tracking the direction that the two of you were heading in.

“Two more klicks” you mumbled, cutting through the tension with all the effectiveness of a butter knife.

Crosshair grunted in reply, casting his eyes across the top of the valley as the two of you descended to the very bottom. His hand shot out, slamming against your abdomen and stopping you in your place.

“What is it?” you asked, your voice low as you saw the way his gaze skimmed the top of the valley.

Crosshair slowly reached back and took his firepuncher from his backpack, “we're being watched”

The moment the first blaster bolt flew, Crosshair grabbed your waist and pushed you behind him, bringing his blaster into position and picking off the sniper droids he could see. Each bolt found its mark, piercing the droids between their eyes.

“Find us some cover” he ordered as he shoved his helmet over his head, looking for incoming droids. He turned back the way you had come, blaster raised as he walked backwards. It was silent for a moment, the only thing he could hear being the gentle padding of your feet against the ground behind him.

“Crosshair, in here” he heard you call from not far away, and he gave one last look around the edge of the valley before turning and making his way towards your voice.

There was a small cavern at the base of the cliff, a hideaway cut from the rock, and it looked to have been used for shelter before. A small pile of logs indicated a fire, with stones outlining a pit of ashes, only just visible with the way the afternoon light shone in through the opening of the cave.

Crosshair squared himself with the wall of the cave to look outside, his back pressed against it as he followed the line of the cliff through his scope. He felt your presence next to him, your chin knocking against his spaulder as you peered over his shoulder. Your breath wafted over the sliver of skin between the top of his blacks and his helmet, and his breath hitched as the heat of it made his skin prickle.

“Stay” he muttered, stepping forwards to put some distance between you, and to make sure that it was safe to move again. He stepped out into the valley once more, his rifle raised and ready should he meet more adversaries.

It was eerily quiet, the whistling of the wind the most audible sound, carrying no others on it. Crosshair stalked around the base of the valley, making sure that no other droids were in the vicinity, and called for you to join him when he was sure.

“One moment” you muttered, “I think there's a stone in my boot”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, lifting his weapon to look through the scope and make extra sure that it was safe. He wandered around as he waited, his own boots softly crumbling the dirt beneath them, then came to a stop next to you after a few moments, watching as you buckled up your boot again.

You looked up at him and a small smile crossed your lips, but almost instantly dropped, as if you'd done something wrong, “let's go”

Crosshair felt his heart fall from his chest at the subtle action. The fact that you wouldn't even allow yourself to smile at him left a gaping hole through the middle of him, and he felt completely and utterly ashamed. He knew it was his own fault, he'd blame himself even if it wasn't, but he wasn't prepared for how the simple motion would bring his mettle to its knees.

As he was caught up in staring at you with an inscrutible expression, one that didn't give away even one ounce of the anguish he felt, a blast flew straight past him, and narrowly missed your arm. He pushed you back inside the cave on instinct, and whipped around to deal with the incoming attack, but upon seeing the increased amount of firepower now gunning for the two of you, he quickly followed you inside, picking off the droids towards the front of the formation as he walked backwards.

As the droids continued firing down at you, a blast lodged itself in the ledge above the opening to the cave. When the rocks there crumbled away, they seemed to focus all their fire above you. Crosshair didn't think about the immediate implications of it, he just kept knocking down what droids he could, but when you called out his name and grabbed his arm to pull him backwards, he understood.

The rocks came down almost in slow motion, but quick enough that the pair of you couldn't have made it out in time. Crosshair fell backwards as you tugged on his arm, stumbling and trying to find his footing before he was taken to the ground. In the scramble to get away, a rock snagged his shoulder, just between his cuirass and spaulder, and he released a deep grunt as it brought him to his knees with the impact.

For a moment it was quiet again, only the heavy sound of breathing being heard in the darkness of the cave. Crosshair kept his head down, trying to keep his breath even and cut out the pain from his wound, though it was quickly becoming apparent to him that his shoulder was not in any sort of good condition. He could feel blood tricking down his side, soaking through his blacks, and he felt himself becoming feint, his mind fuzzy and unfocused.

A light flicked on, shining directly at him, and he groaned again, the hand of his uninjured arm lifting to cover his eyes.

“Crosshair” your voice was a hoarse whisper, as if it had got caught in your throat, and it wasn't hard to guess why.

He slumped forwards slightly, his back hunching as he dug his knees further into the ground to distract from the pain.

“I know” he said quietly, not even having looked at the damage yet. He was far too concentrated on trying to ignore it.

The light flicked off with the click of a button, and he heard you shuffling around, your knapsack hitting the ground with a thud that told him you were moving quickly, your actions rushed. Soon after, a warmer light started growing, and Crosshair realised you had taken out a lamp, and were now dragging it over to him with a medkit in hand.

He looked up, the softer light not invading his vision in such a piercing way, and he could now see the worry in your eyes. His gut twisted, the uncomfortable feeling of guilt spreading through his body and only making his wound ache more. You knelt in front of him, ripping off his helmet before your hand gripped his spaulder and pulled it aside to get a proper look at the injury. The both of you sucked a breath through your teeth, Crosshair in pain and you no doubt because of how bad the damage was.

You got to work quickly, silently, and unclipped the top half of his armour to get better access. Crosshair was glad that you weren't talking, he was already embarassed enough, feeling infantile, crumpled to his knees and completely weak in front of you. He was powerless to do anything else, his head pounding and vision hazy as blood gushed from his wound.

“Hold this here” you said firmly, pushing a cloth into the wound and bringing him back to the present harshly, another pained noise leaving him.

He followed your instruction without much thought, and when he took the fabric from you to hold in place, he felt the way your hand was shaking. His eyes snapped up to yours, and the distress he saw written into your expression was enough to shock him back into full consciousness.

Crosshair watched your movements carefully, his keen eyes noticing every twitch and shiver as you fumbled with the syringe. He wanted to comfort you in any way he could, but truthfully, he didn't know how. It wasn't something he'd ever sought to do, and now faced with the challenge, he didn't know what would be the right thing to say.

“It's just a scratch” he mumbled, a small chuckle passing his lips in an attempt to at least alleviate some of the tension.

“A scratch?” you huffed, your voice disbelieving as you shot him a unimpressed look, “this isn't funny, Crosshair”

“Hey—”

“If I hadn't pulled you away you'd still be there. You'd be de—”

Crosshair called your name sternly, and you stopped your fiddling with the syringe to look up at him, “it's going to be fine, do you hear me?”

His voice was grave, and while he knew it wasn't necessarily a comforting tone, it was the best thing he could muster up with the panic steadily growing within him. Your eyes flicked between his, your shoulders relaxing slightly after a few seconds.

“Okay” you breathed out deeply, pressing your hand over his to hold the cloth tighter to the wound, “look to your right”

Crosshair could feel his pulse throbbing all over his body, the blood rushing through him and towards his wound, towards the hand that covered his and brought about such a reaction. Your skin was warm through the fabric of his glove, and he'd been so distracted by the touch that he barely registered when you had administered the pain relief injection into his neck.

You took your hand from his as you placed down the syringe, and then found the hem of his blacks, your fingers skimming along the edge, “I need to take this off, is that okay?”

“It's fine” Crosshair replied, taking the cloth away from his wound to allow you to continue.

You nodded once, and ran your palms across the skin of his abdomen as you peeled the body glove from him. Crosshair couldn't help the way his body shivered, the way his jaw clenched at the feel of your hands on his skin. His eyes locked with yours as you pulled the top up, warm knuckles brushing over him, and he let out a shuddering breath, trying to relax his mind. He groaned in pain, eyes screwing shut when he lifted his arm to help you take the shirt from his injured shoulder.

“I know, I know” you spoke soothingly, your voice measured and calm as you discarded the shirt, “I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologise” Crosshair hissed out, the pressure to his wound returning as you grabbed his hand once more and brought the cloth to his shoulder.

“Alright, here's what's going to happen now” you started, your hand still covering his as you held his attention, “I'm going to take this away and clean the wound first. It's going to hurt a lot, but it'll be over before you know it. Then I'm going to need to stitch it up”

“It's that bad huh?” Crosshair huffed a laugh, still not keen to look down at the wound, but he heard how strained his voice sounded in saying it.

“It's going to be fine” you assured him, and your fingers closed around his, gripping his hand tightly, “it'll only take a few minutes, and then it's just a matter of putting a bacta patch over it”

He breathed out deeply, his skin alight where yours was touching it, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Alright, do it” he spoke, forcing his eyes away.

You gave his hand one last squeeze as you brought it away, and despite how it made his heart flutter, it wasn't enough to fight the stinging pain of the antiseptic spray.

As you cleaned out the gash, wiping away drying blood and dirt, you responded to Crosshairs groans and whimpers of pain with comforting words, telling him that it was almost over, and as much as he appreciated it, he only felt more embarrassed. In the lull between cleaning and stitches, he tried to take steadying breaths, but the antiseptic was still stinging at the open wound.

“Are you ready?” you asked quietly, and his eyes found yours again at the softness of your voice.

You held the curved needle in your hand, ready for whenever he said the word, and between his deep breaths and pounding head, he couldn't help but just sit and admire you for a moment too long.

“Do you want something to hold on to?”

“What?” he frowned.

“To grip, for the pain? or… something to bite down on?” you suggested.

“No, no” he dismissed, shaking his head.

“Okay, I'm going to start now” you informed him, and he nodded quickly.

As soon as the needle pierced his skin, Crosshair's hands shot out and gripped the fabric of your shirt, bunching it at your waist with the way his fingers tightened, his bones almost creaking beneath the pressure.

“Fuck” he breathed out, trying hard to keep himself in check, to distract himself by focusing on the rhythm of your breath.

“I know” you said gently, “you're doing well, just a couple more”

His head fell forwards, resting his forehead against your temple as you worked, and he instead found that he was losing himself in your presence. He could feel your breath against his cheek, steady and warm, where his was harsh and shallow. You continued to send comforting words his way, your sharp actions a direct contrast to your tone and sentiments. He focused on the sound on your voice, the scent of your hair, the soft fabric of your tunic between his fingers, and soon they began to loosen.

“There, all done” you pulled away from him as you put down the needle and peeled off the back of a bacta patch, and Crosshair had to catch himself from falling forward.

You placed the patch over the affected area, lightly running your fingers over the edges to press it into his skin, and he immediately felt the solution beginning to cool the flaming agony that stemmed from the gash. A breath left him, and he sat back on his heels more as his head tipped back in relief.

“Better?” you asked.

“Better” he replied, then looked down at you to see your worried expression taken over by something more unreadable.

You chuckled slightly as you tidied up the medkit, “don't worry, I'm not expecting a th—”

“Thank you" he spoke before you could finish, voice firm enough that your eyes snapped back up to his.

You cocked your head a little as you looked over his features, “well… you're welcome then”

Placing the medkit back in your knapsack, you produced a dark piece of fabric, handing it over to him. He looked at the black material clasped in your hand and realised you were offering him your spare blacks.

“That wont fit me” he nodded his head to the item of clothing, an unimpressed furrow in his brow.

He watched on as you frowned in return, then trailed your eyes down his chest and abdomen, no doubt sizing him up.

“We look about the same size”

Crosshair scoffed, “are you calling me skinny?”

“Are you calling me skinny?” you replied amusedly, one of your eyebrows raising in tandem with your lips.

He rolled his eyes, “whatever, hand them over”

He held out his hand, looking away from your irritatingly enraptured gaze, and you dropped the top into his hand. He threaded his arms through the top and the sleeves, going to pull it over his head until his shoulder cried out in protest, and another pained grunt escaped him. He tried again, but was met by the same results.

“Here, let me help y—”

“Don't touch me” he replied on instinct, his tone venomous in a way that made his insides coil tightly together with guilt. He could see the hurt in your eyes, a flicker of sadness that only made that nasty feeling inside of him pull taut.

Truthfully, he couldn't stand to have you touch him. If he hadn't been so woozy previously, he may have shrugged off your help with his wound as he usually did, telling you he could sort it himself. Now that he was in his right mind, there was no way he would let you anywhere near him. He didn't trust himself around you. He didn't think he could have you touch him and not do everything in his power to keep it that way.

Though, observing the hurt in your eyes, in the slight downturn of your lips, he felt he couldn't deny you anything in that moment. After a long silence, he sighed. “I'm sorry”

Without so much as a single word, your hands found the fabric of the top, and you gently pulled it over his head. Crosshair knew he didn't have to say anything, because as much as he wished you didn't, you knew him well, and could read him far more than he was comfortable with.

He kept his eyes trained on yours. So much of your emotions were given away by your eyes, and he felt that you didn't try very hard to hide them, not like he did. He admired you for that. You were so openly giving and sought connection with everyone, even him. Your eyes caught his as you pulled the top down over his chest.

A small smirk wound it's way onto your face, “don't worry, I won't tell the others you needed help dressing like a little boy”

Crosshair huffed, trying to disguise what was really a laugh as an unimpressed scoff.

“I'm going to try and contact them” you muttered, moving away from him to pull out your comm. “Hunter? Are you there?” you were met by static, nothing coming through the line.

You tried again a few more times, calling for Hunter to reply, and every time you said his name it was like a punch to the gut. The last time was so desperate, so soft and bordering on loving that Crosshair almost clamped his hands over his ears. He couldn't stand it.

He didn't want to feel resentful towards Hunter, he only had himself to blame for leaving the space for something to blossom between the two of you, and it didn't surprise him in the least. You were both generous in a similar way, looking out for others before yourself, and it made sense that you had gravitated towards each other.

He tried to push it from his mind, vaguely aware that you were sending a recorded message about what had happened. He was more focused on the intense need he had to escape this situation. He couldn't be trapped in here with you, it would be the end of him, he was sure.

You began trying to shift some rocks from the base of the mound they had fallen into, but it only caused a slide from the ones on top of it. You yelped as you sprang back, and a thin crack appeared, running along the ceiling of the cave. Crosshair just huffed and pushed himself off of the ground, going to continue on in your stead.

“I'm not sure that's—”

The same thing happened, the crack deepening and small rocks falling from the ceiling. Crosshair paid it no mind, but you insisted that he stopped, pleading with him when it only got worse, more rocks shifting unsteadily and falling down around you. Really, it was hurting him a lot, his shoulder calling out for him to stop much like you, but the prospect of being stuck in here struck him as far more painful.

You had always given back what Crosshair gave out for the most part, but with the tone of your voice, he could tell your patience was wearing thin. You were quickly losing your sense of humour, and you finally snapped.

“You know what Crosshair, I'm kriffing sick of you! If you want to go and get yourself killed, be my guest, I won't stop you”

Crosshair stopped what he was doing, turning to face you, “you don't mean that”

His tone was partly joking, partly serious, as he didn't know which end of the scale you were on at that point.

“I mean every word” you spat at him, far more angry than you'd ever been, and you grabbed the lamp, dragging it behind you as you walked away.

He watched you slide down the far wall of the cave, your arms wrapping around your knees as you brought them into your chest in a huff. For a moment Crosshair didn't know what to do, but he figured he wasn't going anywhere if you weren't onside, so he trudged over you slowly, not approaching quickly for how he didn't know what kind of reaction to expect.

“Go away” you muttered, your eyes staring ahead of you, hardened with a resolve to not engage with him.

“No” he replied petulantly.

“I'm not dealing with your shitty attitude right now” you gritted through your teeth, still not looking at him.

It seemed that his mistreatment of you had finally caught up to him, and made you snap, and Crosshair was almost scared of the uncharted territory that you were now in.

“Just get up and help me shift these rocks” he knocked his foot on yours, urging you to abide, but you didn’t move.

You were silent, and realised then that it looked as if you were shaking subtly, but it was hard to tell in the low light. He was worried about you, but he knew there wasn't anything he could say or do that would help. He crouched next to you with a small sigh.

“What's the matter with you?”

“The matter? Crosshair we're stuck in here!” you finally looked up at him, a scrunch in your nose that he couldn't help but find adorable, and he found himself wishing you would have snapped at him before.

“What? Are you scared?” he asked, his usual teasing tone making an appearance.

“Yes! I'm scared, alright?” you hissed, and he could see a flicker of fear in your stormy eyes, “I don't know why you aren't”

“I don't get scared” he replied quickly, a knee-jerk response.

You laughed humourlessly, rolling your eyes, “right, of course. I should've thought of that”

Crosshair could see he wasn't getting anywhere, so he took a seat next to you, his back to the wall, one knee bent to rest his forearm on.

“I can't believe I'm going to die trapped in here with you” you grumbled out.

A pang of hurt cut deep in Crosshair's chest, but he forced a dry chuckle past his lips, an instinctual reaction to deflect the pain. You didn't seem so amused.

“Hey” he said softly, and you turned your head to look over to him, “we're not going to die”

His voice was as soothing as he'd allow himself, and he hoped that it could bring you even a little reassurance. You seemed almost taken aback, your mouth hanging open a little as your eyebrows raised. You blinked at him, and then settled back into a frown.

“I'm not stupid Cross, there's no way to know whether we're going to get out of this or not” you spoke softly.

The nickname made his chest seize up, but he sighed, leaning his head back against the wall of the cave, “you're right”

He wasn't going to lie to you, you didn't need that, and it wouldn't fix anything about the predicament you found yourselves in.

For a little while, you sat in silence, save for a steady drip of water on the opposite side of the cave that Crosshair had failed to notice previously. Now, it was all he could focus on. It was a particularly grating noise, something irritatingly steadfast and unyielding about it, just existing in the same space as you, but doing a much better job at consistency than him. It felt like it was taunting him, mocking him, calling him a coward. Maybe he was already going crazy, but either way, he felt compelled to speak up, if only to try and drown it out.

“I'm sorry” he said quietly, almost a whisper.

You sighed deeply, deflating, “it's not your fault”

Crosshair shook his head though you didn't see it, “I mean, that you're stuck here with me. I know that you'd prefer if it was Hunter instead”

You looked over at him with a curious expression, one that he only saw for a split second before he had to turn away. He couldn't bring himself to look at you for whatever you were about to say.

“That's not exactly true” you said in a measured tone.

His gazed snapped up to you, and you were giving him one of those looks where you were trying to figure him out. He hated when you did that, you were so good at it after all. He sometimes felt that you could see right through him and into his very soul, but he sincerely hoped that wasn't the case, he couldn't think of anything more horrifying.

“I didn't mean what I said before” you murmured, turning your body towards him with a small smile, “you're a great end of the universe buddy really”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, “so you don't actually want me to die?”

“Of course I don't” your face softened with your tone, and he couldn’t believe that such a tender look could be directed at him, he could only think that he didn’t deserve it, “you just drive me up the wall sometimes”

His lips quirked into a small smirk on instinct, and then it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“No one enjoys winding me up as much as you” you muttered, drawing your knees back to your chest as a shudder wracked your body.

Crosshair cast his eyes over you at the action, realising that your medics robes were not as warm as the blacks you had packed for situations exactly like this. He thought that maybe if he was a better man he'd give the top back to you. That's what Hunter would do. Instead, he looked across the cave, to where the previous dwellers had made a makeshift fire. There wasn't much wood, but it would be better than nothing.

“You have a lighter in there?” he asked, motioning his hand towards your knapsack.

“Uh… yeah” you replied.

Crosshair pushed himself from the ground, only a small grunt leaving his lips as the bacta had already began healing his wound. He grabbed the bag and crouched down by the pile of wood, rifling through it to find the lighter which was rattling around at the bottom.

As he arranged the remaining pieces of wood into his preferred shape, you stood and walked over to retake your seat in front of the soon-to-be fire. He got it going quickly enough, lighting one of the smaller pieces and placing it into the structure he had built, but it was weak at best. It wasn't going to keep for more than a few hours with the resources available, and Crosshair was already worrying about what would happen then.

He looked over to where the opening of the cave had been. In the dim light he could see the crack that had appeared in the ceiling, and he felt his stomach twist into a tight knot upon observing how much worse it was already. He blew a long breath out, making the fire ahead of him flicker slightly more, before it settled into its previous dance. Crosshair couldn't hear the dripping anymore, not above the crackle of the fire, and it was a strange relief. Thank the maker for small mercies, he thought, inwardly scoffing at the sarcastic thought.

“Why haven't you been sleeping?”

The question caught him off guard, so buried deep in his own thoughts that he had almost jumped when you spoke up.

“I don't want to talk about it” he mumbled in reply.

You nodded, seemingly satisfied with the assertion, but he could tell something lingered in your mind at the way you watched the flames before you both.

“You've been in my dreams the past few nights” you said absentmindedly, eyes almost glazed over as you stared into the fire, little regard for how it made Crosshair’s heart skip several beats. Your eyes flicked up and met his, and he lifted an eyebrow, not sure how else to react. You chuckled slightly before you continued, “they weren't great dreams, really. Nightmares, maybe”

Crosshair could feel his insides constrict at the idea of him featuring in your nightmares, his heart beating faster as he willed himself not to react in any way.

“Go on”

He watched your throat bob as you swallowed, “well, it always starts with me being chased by a fire-breathing lizard… creature”

Crosshair couldn’t help the way the edges of his lips lifted a little, and he brought his hand up to scratch at his stubble to try and hide it.

“I can see you laughing at me” you scoffed, “it was scary at the time”

“I'm sure” Crosshair replied, still fighting a smirk.

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes, uncrossing you legs to stretch them out ahead of you so you faced the far wall of the cave.

Crosshair’s curiosity quickly got the better of him, “what was I doing there?”

You looked back over to him before turning your face back down to your feet where you gently kicked your heel into the ground, “it's… silly, really. Far fetched”

He frowned, “I'm listening”

You huffed, and he could see your cheeks darken as you deliberated over your next words, “you were protecting me. You had a durasteel sword and you were trying to slay the creature”

Crosshair’s eyebrows raised, but quickly shot back down at your earlier insinuation, “why's that so far fetched?”

You tilted your head to look at him, your own frown creasing your brow, “I don't know, it's not something you'd do in real life”

A pang of hurt sent a sharp pain through his chest. He could feel it, like a real, physical thing, a knife piercing through his heart. You truly believed that he didn't care for you in any way shape or form, and as much as he knew he had no right to feel slighted by it, it cut deep within him.

“Nice to know you think so little of me” he grumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest and tucking his chin behind them as he stared into the fire.

He could see your eyes go wide even as he refused to look at you, “I don't think little of you! I— I think you're… great, just—”

“Just what?” he snapped, eyes darting back up to yours.

“I don't know, I don't see you doing that for me”

Crosshair's frown only got deeper, and he forced himself to look away and into the fire again. All of the hurt and jealousy within him, every negative emotion he had brought upon himself by not being honest with you bubbled up to the surface, and he failed to keep it to himself.

“I feel like I've upset you” you said softly, but he just grunted in reply, “what is it?”

“You really think I wouldn't protect you?”

He knew that this was a path he didn't want to go down, one he wouldn't dare tread if both your lives didn't hang in the balance, but they did. He felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than he ever had or wanted to, and severely misjudged. Something about it made indignance rise up his throat and mingle with his words.

You paused, but spoke you mind after a moment, “not at the expense of yourself, no”

He grunted again, “well you're wrong”

“Why?”

“why?” he scoffed, shuffling his feet ucomfortably, “I'm not heartless, you know”

“I didn't say you were” you rebutted, and he finally looked up at you when you paused. You watched him carefully, “you would… put yourself in harm's way, for me?”

“Of course”

The shock was evident on your face, your mouth hanging open a little as you stared back at him, eyes wide and unblinking, and he knew instantly that he'd said too much, and that you didn't feel the same way for him. The worst part was, he understood. He knew that he'd given no reason for you to care for him in any real way past doing your duties as a medic, and any kindness you had offered him had been purely from the goodness of your heart, with no ulterior motives in consideration. All the same, it was frustrating. He was frustrated at himself.

His gaze dropped to the fire once more, and it felt as if it were stinging his eyes, but he soon realised that the sensation was actually brought forth by the tears that had collected in his waterline. He blinked them away, knowing that he couldn't, shouldn't cry, even if he had just come to the realisation that you would never see him the way he saw you, never admire him like that, never adore him like he wanted you to. It made him feel like a cadet again, surrounded by people who were supposed to be his brothers, but only feeling like something was wrong with him, that he was unwanted and unlovable for a reason that would forever elude him.

It was his fault. All his fault. He knew it, he’d always known it, and he'd have to live with it for as long as he knew you. It didn't make it any better to know it, it only made it worse. He wished he could blame it on you, make it easier for himself, displace all the blame and take this crushing weight from his shoulders, but he wouldn't wish this weight upon anyone else, much less you.

He didnt dare look up at you again, especially as you hadn't said anything. If the ground opened up and swallowed him whole in that moment he wouldn't have cared, or probably noticed.

“Do you think the others will be looking for us by now?” you asked softly after a little while.

“Doesn't matter, they won't find us” he grumbled back.

You huffed, “that's not very reassuring”

“Reassurance does nothing”

“Maybe not to you”

“No, not to me”

“Right” he could tell you had rolled your eyes, “you don't get scared, how could I forget”

“I am scared, just not for myself” He snapped, his tone sharp as he glared at you. He was feeling annoyed now, and not in the mood for joking in the slightest.

“What do you mean?”

He scoffed, his tone not matching his sentiment, “I'm scared for you. I don't want anything to happen to you”

You watched him from across the fire, tilting your head, and he had to look away.

“Why aren't you scared for yourself?” you asked.

Crosshair was reluctant to say, but you had no teasing in your tone, and admitting to the truth felt easier knowing that he might not make it out of this cave. He decided that he'd find a way to say what he wanted in as few words as possible.

“Because… if I die, I don't have to live without you”

Your eyes widened slowly, and he watched your mind work around the meaning of the words, the gears turning behind your eyes. He could feel the embarrassment clawing at his throat, begging him to stop speaking forever more. He didn't know why he would have said that, beyond it being true. You didn't need to know, it wouldn't help you, and it certainly didn't help him.

Then, you did something that he didn't expect at all. You rose from your place on the opposite side of the fire slowly, as if not to scare him, not that it worked. His eyes followed you as you made your way around, and retook your seat in the spot right next to him, so close that if he shifted his arm he’d be touching you. Then you put your head on his shoulder, looking into the fire.

“I'm scared for you too” You said quietly.

Crosshair didn’t know what was going on. His heart was beating out of his chest, only just managing to keep a hold of the rhythm of his breath as he watched you from so close. You had never been affectionate with him like this, and he was too plagued by confused thoughts spilling into his brain that he couldn’t fully enjoy it — enjoy the fact that you were in this proximity to him willingly.

“You're too careless with your life, you treat it like it doesn't matter. I don't like it” you spoke up again.

He didn’t know what to say.

“How should I treat it?” he asked quietly, his voice low.

“Like it's precious”

Crosshair took soft breath in automatically, taken aback by the simple admission, by how easily you had said it. He could only find it within himself to deflect the comment,

“It isn't precious, clones are expendable”

You raised your head from his shoulder to give him a stern look, “I know you don't believe that”

He shrugged. He could feel his cheeks scorching and he hated it more than anything. He hoped that the low light would save him from you noticing how your touch made him act. Peering into your eyes as you did to him, searching, your frown softened.

“Your life means a lot to me" you confessed in a whisper. Crosshair’s heart was trying to escape him now, and even more so when your face returned to being serious, “and I wouldn’t want you to risk it for me”

Crosshair matched your frown, drawing his brows together as the dots, the pieces of what you’d said, starting connecting.

“Do you think that's why I would protect you? Because I don't value my own life?” he asked, an irritate edge that made you draw back from him marginally.

“Yeah? I mean, why else…?”

He could have laughed, but instead he shook his head, “that’s not it”

He knew what he wanted to say really, but his mind fought to come up with something else, struggling to find the words to express every unsaid thing in a way that didn’t make him want to curl up in a ball and never speak again.

“It’s— I…” he trailed off, uncertain, “I value your life… more than anyone else’s”

Your eyes widened, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the corners of your lips lifted almost imperceptibly, “what do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes and looked away, “must I explain?”

“I'd like you to” you sounded small, and he looked back over to see that your eyes were wide, shining with hope. It filled him with such an uncommonly warm feeling that he couldn't possibly deny you an answer now.

“I…” he's flicked his eyes across your features, landing on your lips before finding your eyes again and sending you a somewhat pained look, “I can't— I don't know how to—”

You took his hand, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles and leaving goosebumps in your wake, “take your time”

Crosshair sighed, suddenly struck by how poor of an idea this was. He couldn’t help but dwell on the simple fact that you were far too good for him. He didn’t deserve someone like you, and he knew it. You were took kind, too patient, too far superior in emotional maturity and every other thing besides shooting a blaster for that matter. He didn’t believe that perfect people existed, but if there was anyone who reached the closest to those heights, it would be you.

“I… the way I treat you, it's not… right. and it's not a reflection of how I truly feel” he admitted.

You hummed, nodding as you focused your gaze on his palm, drawing shapes with your first finger, “and how do you feel?”

Crosshair was thankful that you weren’t looking at him, and knowing you, it was probably intentional. You knew what he was like, who he really was, and it was as startling as it was comforting. “I feel… a lot. You make me feel a lot”

You smiled, your thumbs tracing over his, “a lot of what?”

An exasperation began creeping on his mind. He knew you understood, you were smart, but you just wanted him to be the one to admit it. He could respect that, however hard he was finding it; you were finally not accepting his half-arsed attempt at affection.

“Happiness” he said finally, “you make me… happy”

Your eyes finally raised to his, giving him a curious look, he felt the need to continue.

“I know that I don't act like it, and I know that I certainly don't make you feel that way, and that you're interested in Hunter, so I'm under no impression that—”

“What?” your head tilted to the side, your expression portraying all of your confusion, “I'm not interested in Hunter”

“Oh” Crosshair sat completely still, just staring at you. He was sure he looked as confused as you did in that moment, but his heart still leapt in his chest all the same, “but… you were sleeping with him…?”

“He was just… I don't know” you sighed, wrapping his hand with yours, “when I had nightmares as a kid it used to help if I slept beside someone else. He noticed I wasn't sleeping well and offered some… comfort, I suppose”

Crosshair nodded, looking away and into the fire anyway, because he knew that Hunter would always be your first choice, and not him, even if it wasn’t in the way he had originally thought.

“But it didn't really help anyway” you said, “I suppose maybe I was sleeping next to the… wrong person?”

When he glanced back to you, there was something more reserved about your demeanour. You were never usually shy, sometimes quiet, but this was something that he hadn’t seen from you before.

“You're right, by the way” you noted, and he raised an eyebrow, “you haven't always made me feel very happy”

He offered a pitiful look, “I'm sorry”

“I know you are, and I don't forgive you for all of it, but I know you, and I know that you don't really mean it. And— well, the reality is…” you rambled out, finally pausing for a breath, or to muster your courage, “you also make me feel alive”

Crosshair’s brows shot up.

The entire atmosphere around the two of you changed, the air between you charged with unspoken words, energy waiting, begging to dissipate. Your free hand reached for his face, and you ran your thumb along the lines of his tattoo that followed his cheekbone. His eyes closed momentarily, a shaky breath leaving his slightly parted lips, and he gave into the moment, focusing on the feel of your fingers caressing his face.

Allowing himself to revel in your touch, appreciate it rather than trying to avoid it, he was ready to crumble into nothing. He could have, and he would have died a happy man, his last moment being in the embrace of your calming presence. Your hand found its place on his jaw, and he opened his eyes once more. He copied you, his hand reaching for your face and taking it tentatively within his grasp. Your skin was soft, ever so soft, and his thumb slid across your cheek with ease.

He felt so vulnerable in that moment, but he just didn’t care anymore. He felt safe with you, and for once he didn’t want to act like a wounded child about his feelings for you. He wanted to show you how strongly he truly felt, the beginnings of making up for the way he had treated you in the past.

Without another second to spare, he tugged on the hand that still clutched his, pulling you towards him, and his lips met yours with an ardency that surprised even him. His arms wrapped around you as he kissed you deeply, holding your body tightly to his, unwilling to let you slip away from him. He was stealing the very air from your lungs, giving you everything he had to offer, and you were taking everything in kind. You were trying your best to keep up, mostly succeeding, but eventually you had to break the kiss, almost gasping for air.

Your breath was heavy against his lips as he kept you in close proximity, and when your eyes met his, a small chuckle left you, bordering on a giggle. He pulled you flush against him, so you rested in his lap, and your face lit up even more. Crosshair felt like he was walking on air, and when you kissed him again, leaning all of your weight into it, he couldn’t help but smile against your lips. The kiss grew more heated gradually, and before he knew it, you were tugging at the blacks you had given him.

He shook his head, pulling away before you could get the wrong impression, “not here”

“Why not?” you frowned playfully, your hands slipping beneath the top and brushing against his skin.

Crosshair growled quietly as you attached your lips to his neck, making his next sentence hard to get out, “because I have more respect for you than to take you on the dirty floor of a cave”

You chuckled against his skin, pulling back to give him a genuine smile, but then it faltered, and he watched a thousand emotions flick across your face in the space of a second. He gripped you tighter, about to ask what was wrong, but you beat him to it with your answer.

“What if this is the only time we have?”

Crosshair knew you meant more than something as fleeting as a shared intimacy, and with the look on your face, he immediacy began to understand why people lied to others in the name of sparing their feelings.

He pushed his forehead into yours gently, “the others will find us”

Your lips turned down in a dubious expression, “but how are they going to get us out?”

For that, he didn’t have an answer. He brought a hand to your face, taking your jaw and hoping his actions brought some comfort, “I don’t know, but I’m not letting you die in here”

“Even you don’t have that power” you huffed.

Even you. The words hung in Crosshair’s mind, front and centre, meaning a lot more to him than you probably realised. It seemed that you were saying, even him, someone who could do almost anything, couldn’t do this. He realised then that you must think a lot more of him than he ever knew, and his heart almost seized up in his chest.

He let a small grin wind it’s way onto his face, “sure I do”

You gave him a lopsided grin, rolling your eyes as you buried your face in his neck, “yeah, yeah. Whatever you say”

As it promised to be, getting out was difficult. The others eventually came for you and Crosshair, by which point he had almost accepted that this was it, that he’d shared his final moments with you. That wasn’t enough anymore, it wasn’t a sufficient amount of time spent with you, and when he heard Hunter call for him, his need to get out was stoked. Tech had found that the rock on the other side of the cavern held a cave system, Wrecker had set a number of charges with a limited blast radius, and they pulled the two of you out from the other side.

But all of it was inconsequential, unimportant in the face of what had happened while you were still trapped. Even more so now that Crosshair held your body tightly to his, his arm wrapped around your waist as the fresh scent of your soap invaded his senses and no doubt began clinging to his bedsheets. He hadn’t let the others ask why he was suddenly being so clingy to you, but something about their smirks and knowing looks told him that he had only been fooling himself in not telling you how he felt.

You laid on his chest, careful not to rest against his wound, which you had treated properly upon returning to the ship. You had insisted it was the first thing you did, before anything else, and he wasn’t going to argue with you then, not when you frowned at him in a way that made his chest tighten. The trade off was that he got to join you in the shower afterwards. It hadn’t taken too much convincing.

Now with you in his arms, your light breath fanning his bare chest, he knew he wasn’t ever going to let you go. He’d spent too long trying to push you away, but now that he had you, you weren’t going anywhere, he’d make sure of it.

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[ursuu-la]

hi hi!! if the requests are still open can you do a fully one shot of reader crying in the bathroom and spencer comforting her? like she went shopping with her mom and met mom made a comment abt her body i’ve had a rough day and this would so totally help

thank you sm!!

Beautiful - S. Reid.

wc: 1.3k

tw: negative comments about others and oneself body.

a/n: I hope you like it and that it falls into your expectations!! This will be the first fic I post btw. English is not my 1st language, so there may be spelling or grammar mistakes♡♡ thanks for the request♡♡

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You sighed. You knew that her comments would affect you, but this was worse than you expected.

When you were inside the dress room, looking in the mirror, you could only think about how perfect the dress looked on you and how you wanted to show it to Spencer. But when you walked out there to show the way it looked to your mom, all those thoughts were brought down as if her words were made of rocks and your thoughts of feather.

"Don't you think it makes your arms look fat? And that fitting around the waist doesn't help your body type... Maybe you should consider other options, honey." You smiled and nodded, trying not to be affected by her sentences but failing.

When you entered the fitting room again and you saw your reflection on the mirror, you felt a knot form on your throat. You knew very well that feeling, but you weren't gonna cry, not until you were alone in your home.

You took the dress off as fast as you could, not wanting to feel that ugly for much longer. You handed the cloth to the saleswoman standing next to your mother and walked out of the store. The woman with you seemed confused when you told her that you didn't want to try any other outfit on.

"Why would you say that? We haven't found one that suits you fine yet! I'm your mother, and I can't allow you to keep dressing so horribly." She said, trying to laugh it off in the end, but it wasn't funny to you. "Oh, come on! You're never satisfied with anything I tell you."

"Well, maybe it's because you're never nice with the things you say." You spoke calmly. Yet you were boiling with anger and frustration inside.

"If I don't ever say nice things about you, it's because maybe there's nothing nice to say! Do you want me to say something pretty about your body? Well, be pretty first!" Your mom yelled this at your face, caughting some people's attention. You just sighed, not wanting to fight with her anymore.

"I won't tolerate this. I'll see you when you change." You left your mother speaking alone.

All you wanted to do now was to get home and just cry until you felt numb, Spencer was off at work: he had to work in the office today and he wouldn't come home until probably 5p.m.. This left you with the whole house to yourself.

When you finally got to your place, the first thing you did was to go get a shower. You undressed yourself and took a well-needed shower to relax your body. As you felt the warm water fall over your skin, you could feel how your emotions started to let go, and it didn't take you long to start crying.

You stayed a little longer than needed under water, but given the circumstances, it was justified. When the water stopped running, you grabbed a towel and started drying your body. You put your underwear and your pants on, but before putting your shirt, you looked at your reflection: big mistake.

All you could see were the defects your mom had pointed out, all the bad things you were convinced you had. Seeing all these things was a trigger to your crying. All the tears you had been holding since the morning were now dropping without any control. You were sobbing loudly and trying to take your look away from the mirror, but even if you did so, the idea was already stuck in your head.

You kept crying when suddenly you heard the sound of keys being placed in the table. 'Spencer?' You thought. It couldn't be him, he was at work. And if it was, had he heard your crying? You had probably been so caught inside your own thoughts that you didn't even hear when he opened the front door.

With a wave of adrenaline invading your body, you covered your mouth to stop your sobbing. After doing it, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"(y/n), are you there? Hotch gave us the afternoon off since there were no cases." It was Reid's voice, you felt your body freeze. You couldn't even process the thought of having to tell Spencer about how awful you were feeling at the moment. You didn't want him to carry with that weight that belonged only to you.

"I heard some noises coming from there, I know you're inside." You were still silent. "Hey, you're worrying me. Are you okay (y/n)?" He spoke again.

"I'm fine..." You said, but your voice was nasal because of how long you had been crying.

"You're not. Open, please... You know you can talk to me..." His voice was calmed yet worried.

"Give me a sec. I have to get dressed." You lied. You just needed to gain a little more time to calm down and compose yourself before facing Spencer.

After maybe three minutes, you unlocked the bathroom door, which was then opened by Spencer. When he saw you, your eyes and nose with a red tone, he knew instantly that something bad had happened while he was gone.

Before saying a word, your boyfriend grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into a tight hug. You couldn't help but to start crying, it was comforting to feel him next to you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You nodded, your head still pressed into Spencer's chest. When you were ready, you stepped back from the hug and looked at your boyfriend's eyes.

"My body... I'm not pretty, I have a ton of defects, and I just don't understand how to make them better. I know I have to improve the way I look, but I just can't seem to find the right way to do it and-"

"(y/n). You're the most beautiful woman who has ever stepped on this planet. You don't need to improve anything about the way you look. You're perfect like this." Spencer interrupted you, placing both hands on each of your shoulders. His face was honest, and even though he made you feel a little better, your insecurities were still there.

"You're just saying that because you love me..." You spoke, and instantly felt annoyed with yourself for finding a way of seeing the negative side.

"Hey. Do you forget I'm a genius? If I say that about you, then it must be true, right?" You smiled at him, and he seemed relieved for at least getting you to smile. "See? You liked the idea. Have a little more self-love, and whenever you don't feel like you are pretty enough: come to me, and I'll make you remember how pretty you are."

After saying this, Reid grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, bringing your faces really close. He was scanning every part of your physiognomy. To his eyes, you were a goddess, and it broke his heart not being able to make you understand just how beautiful you were.

"Are you gonna kiss me, or are you just making me wish for more?" Hearing your voice so playful brought Spencer back to reality with a smile. After processing your words, your boyfriend broke the distance that kept you too from kissing.

Even though Reid and you had kissed a hundred times before, there was something magical about this time in particular. Maybe it was because of all the beautiful things he had just told you, or because now you felt like the most perfect woman in the world, kissing the most handsome man on earth.

"Spencer." You spoke softly when you pulled away from the kiss.

"Yeah?" He answered, his eyes reflecting the purest kind of love you had ever seen.

"I love you, you know?" He nodded, which made you both smile. Spencer Reid truly was the best boyfriend in the world.

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[lara4eclipze]

Hey. Can I request y/n surprising Megan for Christmas? Thanks. Love your blog btw 😁

» merrier than ever

sypnosis -» when you decide to surprise your girlfriend with a little something for all her hardwork

beware -» fluff , angst(?), suggestive, kissing , established relationship , cutie Megan , words of affirmation , just lovey dovey , very suggestive scenarios

talks -» thank you jrocks!! for the request and the compliment!! :)) , finally got time to write this

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megan has been working her ass off since the debut — I mean yes she's worked hard before but never this hard , shes been practicing her vocals more recently due to some backlash she got during one live performance , personally it was just a backtrack problem yet people online didn't know that so obviously they did what the internet does the best send hate towards your girlfriend

"babe — come on you've been in here since like the crack of dawn" you said entering the home studio megan had in your shared apartment , a pout evident on your face obviously you had missed your girlfriend she's been locked up in this room for like hours

"just 10 more minutes I promise love" megan replies not even looking at you just focusing on the raw vocals she recorded just earlier , "you've been saying that for the past 5 hours , how many more 10 minutes do you need?" you whine at the younger girl who was still unfazed

"please babe? — I just need to perfect my voice okay?" she replies now standing up from her chair and walking up to you her hands on your waist as she snuggles her head at the crook of your neck letting go a tired sigh

"fine — I'll see you at dinner okay? this whole room should be off limits by then" you replied enjoying the short amount of solace she got from you — you place a small kiss on the gingers head before she pads back to the chair smiling at you

now walking to the kitchen you started setting up the table with candles and roses to brighten the spirit — freshly made noodles were dropped into the pot of water as you had planned to make ramen

well after all it was only a few more days till christmas and it wouldn't hurt to surprise your girlfriend after all she has been working so hard , a small break isn't that big but it's something that you know will cheer her up

lights from the candles flicker around the room as the intoxicating smell of the ramen wafted through the air — now you had to get ready , you took a replenishing and quick bath and styled yourself extra well yet comfortable since you also planned a movie night

"baby it smells amazing in here" the younger looks around and her jaw drops at the decor "oh my— baby, this is so cute" she says in awe as she holds you near her , hugging you deeply as she finally takes a deep exhale letting go for a minute

"now I don't want the food getting cold let's sit" you said leading her to the table , she looks around with stars in her eyes , megan was stunned yet she couldn't expect anything better than this

she slurps up the soup enjoying the warmth that it brings to her throat — it eases hours and hours of singing , the noodles were chewy and bouncy which made her oh so happy it felt home-y and perfect

admittedly you were too busy admiring megan to even eat — you finally saw her happy and not so stressed , it made your heart beat a little faster , made you smile more and got you all giddy just for a few hours of comfort

"baby it was so good" the younger pouts at you , remnants of the previously eaten chocolate on her lips "I can tell" you giggle wiping away the chocolate that strayed to her lips , suddenly you felt like kissing her she was absolutely gorgeous she made you feel everything you needed and ever wanted , she noticed your sudden shift of focus

"just do it" she sighs leaning forward to connect both your lips and a loving kiss , her soft and plushy ones meeting yours

the kiss deepens as she gets a bit more aggressive her hands on your waist pulling you ever so close — it lasts longer you both needed air yet neither could pull away

"shit , okay chill — I planned one more thing" you pant the younger had to actually fight her own demons to not just carry you to her room and kiss you for hours more

you lead her to the sofa area which you had now fully transformed — blankets dropped over the sofa and fluffy pillows nested it , the tv on and snacks laying on the coffee table

"okay so when are we actually getting married" the younger jokes as she looks around the area , sitting down near you she nearly makes it to at least 15 minutes into the movie but her work has caught up on her

as "Christmas Chronicles" play you pat megans head that is now on your lap , she peacefully slept her eyes closed her chest softly rising and falling — you did it , you made her feel loved and got her the rest she well deserved

"merry christmas my love" you mutter as you yawn as fatigue also got to you

[cellophaine]

Chapter IV: ALL

Masterlist

Pairing: Art Donaldson x F!Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for uploading late! Editing this chapter took wayyyy longer than I thought.

Anything in italic is text messages (except for the very last line at the end of this chapter). Reader's messages start with –

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The big window by the sink let the rectangle of sunlight into the kitchen, warming the tiled floor as you made your way to the dining area. You sat down with a bowl of cereal and the reading material for next week's lecture. Halfway through the bowl, the door to Ashley's room opened. Her footsteps sounded, bringing her into the kitchen. She whispered a soft hello as she walked by you and poured a cup of coffee that you had brewed earlier for her and Grace. Ashley raised her mug.

"Thank you for this."

You gave her a quick glance from behind your book. 

"You're welcome. When did you get home last night?"

"Hm, like 4 ish?"

She shrugged.

"Did anyone walk with you?"

"Yes, don't worry. Marissa's brother walked me home."

You put the book down.

"Speaking of Marissa, how did it go with her?"

Ashley's mouth widened into a smile, and she quickly dropped onto the chair beside yours. 

"It was amazing! She was amazing! We talked so much and she was everything I could've ever wanted in a girlfriend. We're going to a concert together in November."

Her happiness was so infectious that you found yourself smiling with her. She leaned into your chair and grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Thank you. Thank you for coming with me. If you didn't come with me and give me a confidence boost, I wouldn't have had the courage to even introduce myself."

You squeezed her hand. 

"You're very welcome. I'm glad it worked out for you."

She let you go but still maintained the closeness.

"What about you? Did you have fun?"

"It was … fine."

The memories of last night poured into your head and drew a soft smile on your lips. You tried to hide it, but Ashley's inquisitive eyes didn't let you off the hook that easily.

"Just fine? Didn't you leave with someone?"

"I–"

"Yes, you did. I remember him. Tall, blond guy. Real cute."

"Uh, yeah. He is blond. And tall, I guess."

And, of course, he was cute, but you didn't agree out loud. 

"Did you guys hook up last night?"

"Ashley!"

"Come on, it's a valid question."

"Doesn't make it appropriate."

She squinted at you. You relented.

"Okay, okay. We didn't… hook up. He just walked me home."

"And ... ?"

"I kissed him good night. Just his cheek, not on his lips."

Your face burned at the confession. Ashley seemed thrilled as she grabbed your shoulder.

"That's great! You're putting yourself out there. I'm so proud of you!"

"I wouldn't say that I'm putting myself out there."

"Baby steps. Besides, I just want you to enjoy yourself, you know? I basically ditched you last night after talking to Marissa, and also, you're always either cooped up in here or at the library."

You opened your mouth to deny it, but Ashley didn't let you.

"Yes, you are. I live with you. You don't go out with anyone, even with me or Grace. I know that we have our fun here, at home, but it's not the same. You should get out there and enjoy your youth while you can. Grace and I are here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate you two." 

Ashely gave you another squeeze on your shoulder, and you gave her a reassuring mind. You stood up and took the empty bowl with you.

"By the way, I didn't expect a lecture on a Saturday."

Ashley shrugged.

"Well, you needed it."

You waved her off as you made your way to your room. You checked your phone on the dresser and opened the new message that came in about eight minutes ago.

Hey, I know there's a rule of not texting a girl the 3 days after getting her number, but I can't wait that long.

So, good afternoon. I hope you slept well.

You smiled, thinking of a response when another message came through.

This is Art btw.

You chuckled to yourself, typing out a reply.

– Interesting. I didn't know that was a rule. That must mean you're a very impatient man :)

When it comes to you, I can be ;)

You shook your head at another relentless flirt. 

– I did sleep well. I hope you did as well.

It was one of the best sleep I've had this semester.

– Oh yeah? Did you dream about me?

You bit your lip, feeling your boldness surge and wane in a few seconds as you waited for his text. You were afraid that you were being too forward and regretted the text when your phone vibrated.

How did you know?

– Just a feeling :P

Weird question, but are you working today?

– Yes, my shift starts at 5. Why?

I'll see you then :)

Art showed up at the coffee shop, as promised. You made him a drink with a heart drawn on his cup. He kept you company throughout the idle night, and the four hours went by much quicker than it would have been if he wasn't there. You talked between customers, your conversation flowed easily. He helped you close the shop at the end of the night. You cleaned up behind the counter and kitchen while Art wiped down tables and set the chairs on top of them. After you were done inside, you headed out to bring the few patio seatings in. Art playfully pushed you aside as you reached for a table, shaking his head at you. He picked it up so effortlessly, making his biceps bulge in the form-fitting shirt. You held the door for him as he walked by.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Why? You're not getting paid for this."

"I don't care about that. I just want to hang out with you."

"You're relentless."

After locking up the cafe, the two of you headed downtown and grabbed dinner from a food truck. You walked to the park nearby, found a bench and table, and sat down across from each other. The cool evening air caressed your heated skin like a soft kiss. Afterward, Art walked you home, and you departed with a peck on his cheek. You couldn't have asked for a more perfect day to follow the night before. And the idyll mood unfurled its reach into the following days. From time to time, you would walk to classes, to Art's practices, to the library. You'd trail the miles on campus ground, spending it in comfortable silence or indulgent conversations. You looked forward to his texts throughout the day, a call here and there from time to time. It felt like a dream; an unreal sequence kept unfolding into more of its splendour. 

One day, Art called you during your movie night with Grace and Ashley. You went to your room and closed the door.

"Hey, Art. What's up?"

"Hey. Remember the match I told you? They announced it this afternoon, and it's next Thursday at 2. Would you like to come?"

"Hold on, let me check my schedule."

Your heart dropped when you saw the schedule in your notebook. 

"I'd love to, but ... I have my modern poetry class at 2."

There was a brief silence on his end, but it came to an abrupt end. 

"That's okay. I understand."

"I'll make it up to you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. I'll buy you an ice cream."

The day of the match finally came. Besides a good luck text, which Art responded with a smiley face and not much else, you felt apprehensive. Even though you couldn't see his face, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was disappointed. You remembered Art telling you that his parents rarely saw him play, and your heart wavered. Standing in front of the lecture hall, you stared at the time on your phone. Only seven minutes until two. 

You put your phone in your bag and ran. Your mind mapped out the quickest route to get to the court, your feet followed closely. You weaved through people, apologizing as they dodged you. Your bag bumped against your side, and at a particularly hard turn, it flew to the ground. You kneeled and hastily shoved the few things that fell out inside when you noticed that the strap was ripped from the spot where it was sewn onto the bag. You cursed, knowing that the patch-up job you did last time wasn't enough. But it'd have to wait. With one hand holding your broken bag to the side of your body, you picked up the pace. Your lungs burned in your chest, and the muscles in your legs begged you to slow down, but you pushed through. You ran for the gate to the audience seatings, and when you finally arrived, the pounding of your steps disturbed the silence of the court.

It looked like the match was about to start. The umpire looked at you from his seat, as did some others in the audience. One of them even shushed you. You said sorry in their direction and felt the embarrassment quickly seep in, but it quickly faded into the background when you saw Art with his gaze fixed on you. You were too far away to tell, but the smile on his lips told you that your presence here was welcomed. 

You nodded at him before breaking eye contact. You scurried to the first empty row, even though it was a little further back. 

The game began.

The way Art played was something. People's heads turned as the neon green ball bounced back and forth, but your focus was mainly on Art and the way he moved. There was a quiet confidence about him. His strokes were composed but never lacked precision and force, as if he anticipated the shots with great accuracy and calculation. The arch of his wingspan was beautiful as he followed through with the racquet, gracefully caught the ball, and bounced it back to the other side. His movement was fluid; his run to meet the ball was agile. Whenever he hit the ball, he let out a sound that was a cross between a grunt and a moan, and you wondered if he would verbalize the same noises if you kissed him. Art was graceful on the court, his demeanour calm, while his opponent seemed to run short on patience as he struggled to secure the lead.

The second set ended with Art temporarily holding the advantage. He went to his seat after the break was announced. As he took a sip of water, his gaze roamed around in the audience. You waved at him from your seat. His eyes found you, the corners softened as he looked at you. He winked before returning his attention to his coach. Your inside warmed, more so than the sun on your skin. 

Art won the match to the cheers from the audience. You stood up and joined them, pride blooming in your chest as he beamed. He found you in the audience, holding eye contact for a long moment. You hoped he could see just how happy you were for him. Eventually, he was the first to break. 

You met up near the recreation center a while after the match. Art had changed into a blue-green blouse with white stripes and blue jeans. He sauntered to you.

"Congratulations. I knew you would win."

He scratched the back of his neck.

"Maybe I only won because you're my lucky charm."

"Oh, please. It was all you."

"I'm serious. Did you skip class?"

"Yes, I did. It's fine, though. I liked seeing you play. You were great."

Art fell into silence. His eyes could barely contain the beginning of a deluge of emotion, and before you could dissect it, he drew you in for a hug. You went still for a moment before wrapping your arms around his torso. An artificial scent of apple invaded your senses, and you couldn't help but bring your nose closer to his neck. He eased his lips towards the shell of your ear and whispered.

"Thank you for being here."

The timbre of his voice was low, travelled through your ear and resonated deep in your stomach. You wanted to shiver so the effect that he had on you would have an outlet to express itself. Instead, you took a shaky breath, allowing more of his smell to occupy your mind.

"You're welcome."

After a long moment, Art pulled back. You found the absence of his warmth inflicted an unpleasant feeling.  

"Hey, uh, so … I was wondering if you would like to– you can say no, obviously, it's up to you ..."

He trailed off, leaving you with a question.

"What is it?"

"Do you want to stay and check out a match with me?"

You shrugged.

"Sure. I already skipped my class; I have nothing else to do anyway."

"Great. Let's go. We can get good seats if we go now."

/

Tashi Duncan walked onto the court after the announcement. There were more people here compared to Art's match, and most, if not all of them, were excited to see Tashi if the deafening cheer was any indication. Her confidence exuded from the way she walked to her chair to the way she did her stretch routine. You recognized her as the girl Art talked to at the party. The white dress she had on complimented her slim form, and she looked just as beautiful as you remembered. You turned to Art. 

"People seem to really like Tashi."

Art tore his gaze away from Tashi, giving you a split of attention.

"She's an excellent player. There's no one quite like her on court."

You nodded, taking in the high praise. 

"You'll see what I mean when you see her play."

"Great. I'm excited."

You debated with yourself for a brief second, but then, you decided to go for it.

"Do you guys know each other?"

Art looked at you through his lashes. There was hesitation in the way he came up with a response.

"Yeah, I'd say so. She's… seeing Patrick."

"Oh, right. Your friend from boarding school."

It took you a moment, but you recalled Patrick. He nodded. The match commenced shortly after that. 

You understood what Art meant. Tashi was mesmerizing to watch. She was relentless, making her opponent work for it. Her passion was palpable, and the tenacious grip she had over the game was impressive. 

"She's amazing."

You whispered to Art after the other player failed to return the ball. Without turning to look at you, he replied. 

"I know."

You observed Art as his eyes stuck on Tashi. Neither of them was the wiser to being perceived, but you witnessed it all. There was a look in his eyes like he was so far away; he had gone to a place you couldn't reach. An inkling of an idea slowly trickled into your mind, but you prevented yourself from exploring. You steered your thoughts away. You were well aware of your tendency to think of the worst possible thing in every situation. You ruined the good thing before it even had the chance to run its course or destroy itself.

As much as you had tried, the thought still bothered you as you fixed your bag later that night. Twin Peaks played on the TV as you absentmindedly listened to what was happening. Grace sat on the other end of the couch, knitting a sweater. After a while, she held it up and called your name.

"I'm almost done with my mom's gift. What do you think?"

You looked up from your own project. On the green sweater, there was a pixelated picture of a Golden Retriever with the name 'Cheese' at the bottom.

"Holy shit. It's amazing!"

"Thank you! I hope she'll like it."

"Is her birthday coming soon?"

"No, this is her Christmas gift."

"Halloween was only five days ago."

"I know. I just want to get it done so I won't be stressed out during finals."

"That's fair."

It was the beginning of November, and even though Christmas was over. a month away, Grace had already started on her family's gifts since September. You thought about your own list, wondering if you should get more despite knowing what your parents really wanted. You just need one more paycheck to complete it. 

An idea struck, and you turned to Grace.

"Can you teach me how to knit?"

/

Winter came along with finals. Between study sessions with your roommates, you couldn't hang out with Art much. He had his own grades to worry about. You would hang out whenever the two of you could find the time, and even then, it was far and few between. During a walk to the library, Art asked.

"Are you going home this Christmas?"

The question made dread crawl down your spine. Despite being together often, you avoided talking about your family.

"Yes, I am. What about you?"

"Me too. My family's going to Vermont to ski on the 27th."

"Have fun. Show me pictures when you get back."

Art told you that he wouldn't be back at Stanford until the 4th, and you solemnly nodded. That meant less time spent with him before the semester started, but he promised that the two of you would make up for it.

On the 18th, the day he left Stanford, Art asked to meet up at a bookstore near campus. The doorbell rang out in the quiet store, with Christmas music playing softly in the background. You sent Art a message. 

– I'm here. Where are you?

Come find me.

It took you about two minutes to find him standing in a random fiction aisle with a hand behind his back. The aisle was empty except for him, making you feel like you were the only people in this bookstore. You took your time as you ambled to him and only stopped when there was a small distance in between.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You looked around and asked.

"Why this aisle?"

"Because …"

Art pointed to the spot next to his shoulder.

"… one day, your name will be here."

You read the names beside the small empty spot and realized what he meant. Your last name would go there between these authors. You frowned, feeling your emotions surge in a way that you weren't sure you could control. Art took the hand out from behind, revealing a gift bag.

"For you."

You looked at him. 

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"I wanted to. Open it, please."

You pushed the tissue paper aside and gasped. Inside was a leather bag; its rich brown colour shone under the overhead light. There was a golden tennis racquet charm attached to the end of the strap. You held it in your hand, marvelling at its golden sheen.

"Now you'll have a piece of me anywhere you go."

"Not anywhere. Just classes."

He chuckled at your quick-witted joke. Overwhelmed, you managed to mutter.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You dug into your old bag with one hand, pulling out a brown bag decorated with Christmas trees. 

"This is for you. Open it."

Art's eyes sparked an intrigue. You could barely contain the pounding of your heart as he reached into the bag and pulled out your gift. He pulled the entirety of it out, caressing the soft material with his hand. The Oxford blue scarf was theresult of your hard work and after many mistakes. Art ran his finger over the small heart you added at the end of the scarf. His lack of reaction worried you.

"I know it's not a fancy gift, and the stitching is off in some parts, and after I had already done half of it, I realized that this is California, so you probably won't get much use out of it anyway, so maybe I should get you a different gift ..."

Art stopped your rambling by taking hold of your trembling hand.

"I love it. It's perfect. Thank you."

A spark of happiness gleamed in his eyes. For a long moment, you basked in the silence together, the air weighed down with the things you didn't speak out loud. You didn't want to leave this place. That meant leaving this moment behind, even though all you wanted to do was bottle it up and bring it with you to the outside world, because the essence of the memory could never compare to this feeling. 

"I miss you already."

Art whispered, and an overwhelming urge took over. You stepped into his space, pressing your bodies together. You raised on your tiptoes and tilted your head up. His lips met yours halfway. You were careful with one another, and the touch was gentle. His lips were soft on yours, moving at a slow pace, discovering your shared rhythm. You needed more, so your hand winded around to rest at the nape of his neck, urging him closer. Your tongue darted out, tasting him. The way he eagerly responded to your call made your head spin. Your tongues found each other, licking and tasting at a fervent pace. His hand on your jaw drew you in, and the other rested on the small on your back, pulling you flush with his body. You gasped, allowing his tongue to dive deeper. You kissed until you were too breathless and had to pull back. You rested your forehead on his as you breathed hard, taking in each other's air into your lungs. His eyes were glossy and dazed, and there was so much want in them that you felt like you were the prized possession. You gravitated towards each other once more as if pulled by opposing magnetic forces, as if you couldn't help yourselves.

/

Back in your room, you admired the gift Art got you. You opened the bag, and in one of the compartments, there was a notebook. The cover was a mossy green colour, and you wondered if Art left it in there by accident. You opened the first page to find Art's neat handwriting. 

For you and your brilliant ideas. I can't wait to read your first book.

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[kirain]

Hi! I've never done this before but I read your Emmrich fics (LOVE them btw) and I was wondering if you could do a Lucanis one? I romanced him but its sooooo lacking. I know a lot of Lucanis lovers feel the same way. We get kinda nothing by the end. Can you please write a fic where Lucanis gets hurt and Rook takes care of him? And maybe they try to kiss him but they get too nervous and stop so he takes the initiative. Thank you! 💖

Oh man, I'm so bad a kissing scenes lol. Here you go, anon. I hope it's decent:

The room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of a dozen candles, their light casting long shadows over the bed where Lucanis lay. His chest rose and fell sporadically, the deep stab wound in his side still raw beneath the well but hastily wrapped bandages, and beads of sweat clung to his brow, his dark hair plastered to his skin.

Beside him, Thalía knelt, her heart heavy with guilt and worry. Quietly, she dipped a cloth into a basin of cool water, wrung it out, and gently dabbed his forehead, careful not to disturb the rest he so desperately needed.

"Spite?" she whispered cautiously. "Are you there? How is Lucanis feeling?"

No answer.

She frowned. The ever-present spirit, the snarling voice that often took over when Lucanis was asleep, was conspicuously absent. "Won't take over because of the pain, huh?"

With a sigh, she set the cloth aside and slumped back against the wall, her eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face. "You're an idiot, you know that?" she scoffed, though the anger in her voice was dulled by sorrow. "Why did you do it? Why did you throw yourself in front of that blade? I could've handled it."

"Not very smart... if you need to ask."

Thalía flinched, her eyes wide as Spite's voice, low and raspy, slithered through the air. But the moment was fleeting; Lucanis' body tensed, then slackened, and Spite was gone as quickly as it came.

"Damn it..." she muttered, her cheeks flushing. "What does a demon know, anyway?"

She crossed her arms, looking away with a huff, but the sudden silence felt oppressive. Against her better judgement, her gaze soon drifted back to the rugged assassin with a rising surge of adoration. Irritating as it was, she couldn't deny the truth—he had saved her, risking his own life without hesitation.

"Lucanis..."

She tried to resist, but her eyes settled on his lips, their faintly fuchsia hue tugging at something buried deep inside her. The memory of him shielding her from the Venatori's blade, his grim smile even as blood blossomed against his shirt, replayed in her mind over and over. Slowly, her resolve crumbled like a pillar of sand, and she leaned closer, her breath hitching as she drew her mouth nearer to his.

Then, she gasped.

"What am I doing?"

At the last possible moment, she pulled back, guilt twisting in her gut. But as she moved, she jolted in shock. His eyes were open, dark and piercing as they stared up at her.

"Lucanis!" she yelped, scrambling backwards. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean—!"

He didn't speak, simply watching her fumble with an expression teetering between amusement and exhaustion.

"I had no right," she stammered, her hands wringing. "I—"

"Help me up."

"What?"

"Help me up," he bid, his voice hoarse but steady. "Please, Thalía."

"Lucanis, I don't think you should—"

"It's fine. I can manage. Please, help me up."

Her cheeks burned, but she nodded, reluctantly sliding her arm under his and carefully guiding him upright. The effort made him groan, and Thalía bit her lip as she saw the tiniest drop of blood seep through his bandages, but he was depending on her. When she pulled him to his feet, she gripped his hands, keeping him balanced.

"I'm sorry," she choked, her voice cracking. "This is all my fault. I should've—"

"Hand me a stick," he interrupted again, gesturing vaguely towards the far corner of the pantry. "I'll use it as a cane."

She didn't question it, her mind reeling as she wondered if he even noticed what she had tried to do. If he hadn't, she believed that only made her transgression worse. As she crossed the room, she paused and said, "Lucanis, I tried to—"

"The cane, please. I-I need it."

His struggle to stand was palpable, and she hurried to retrieve it, her fingers trembling as she placed it in his outstretched hand. Once he took it, he leaned on heavily on the staff, his breathing strained, his wound undoubtedly throbbing. Seeing him in such a state, Thalía winced, her guilt threatening to overwhelm her.

"Lucanis, I really owe you an apolo—"

"Brush my hair back."

"What?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"My hair," he repeated. "It's itchy... in my face. Can you brush it back? I'd do it myself, but I need to save my strength."

"You have to—?" In an instant, her annoyance returned, but she gave in, stepping closer and brushing his dark locks behind his ears. "I hope you know I'm not letting you go anywhere in your condition," she grumbled. "So pray tell, what exactly do you need to 'save your strength' for?"

"For this."

Without warning, his free hand reached up, cupping her face with surprising tenderness.

"What are you—?"

His lips pressed into hers, smothering her words with a moan, the sound like a symphony in her ears. The kiss was gentle at first, savouring every moment, waiting for her to reciprocate—and then it deepened, igniting a smoldering passion that Thalía had never before felt. Her heart raced as his grip on her tightened, his tongue grazing her lips with fervent desire, and despite herself, she melted in his embrace.

"Bellissima."

A low growl escaped his throat, his tongue slipping in and tangling with hers in a dance of pure ecstasy, exploring her heat, her flavour, her essence. Insatiable. Though weak, he pushed his body against hers, pinning her against the wall, his hand moving from her face, to her neck, then lower until it settled on her hip.

When they finally broke apart, Thalía's cheeks burned, her chest heaving as she stared up at him, speechless.

"That's why," he whispered, his voice rough but sincere. "If you're still wondering."

"Why—what?" she swallowed, her world tilting on its axis.

"That's why I did it. Why I threw myself in front of that blade." He grinned, running his thumb under her chin. "Can you forgive me?"

For a while, she didn't answer, her thoughts a flustered mess. Everything that had just happened felt surreal, yet the undeniable truth reflected in Lucanis' eyes, brimming with confidence and unspoken longing.

"You idiot," she smirked, her tone betraying her warmth.

"Takes one to want one," he teased, claiming her lips once more.

[hobiebrownismygod]

"Sorry, Dove" Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader - Part 2/2

Summary: Hobie Brown's canon event, or in which basically you were the Gwen Stacy to Hobie Brown's Spider-Punk

TW: Blood, Mention of murder, Reader death, Angst, Hobie crying

WC: ~1.8k

A/N: You and Hobie are young, around 14 to 15 in this. It's supposed to be sort of his origin story. Btw, Hobie's dialogue are bolded. I recommend reading the first part before moving onto this part, its linked below.

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Hobie was completely unaware of what was happening to you when he swung down to the city, stumbling as he fell onto the ground. The bomb had started multiple fires in the surrounding buildings, and he quickly went around, webbing open the fire hydrants in the streets and eventually calming the fires down enough for him to go and save the civilians trapped beneath the rubble.

He was doing really well too, pushing the rubble up, grabbing the people one by one and swinging them to safer places before sending them home. The only problem was, the person who set the bomb off was nowhere in sight.

That was, until he heard that quiet chuckle he hated so much. His spider-sense immediately flared and he crouched back, ready to pounce on the first glimpse of the Goblin he saw. "Goblin! Show yourself!" He said, seething with anger as he waited for the masked man to show up.

And then, his expression dropped when instead of the Goblin appearing in front of him, you did. You were shaking your head, eyes silently begging him not to approach you as you walked out from behind the rubble. Of course, he didn't listen, immediately rushing over to you. "What happen-"

He was cut off as his spider-sense flared once again and he leapt up, just barely dodging one of the Goblin's many trick knives. His eyes narrowed as he finally caught sight of the Goblin, who rushed right past Hobie on his hoverboard, grabbing you in the process before heading towards the building that'd exploded, half of it turned to rubble.

Hobie followed as quickly as he could. "Let her go!" He exclaimed, shooting a web towards the Goblin, which the man promptly dodged. "Make me."

Once Hobie got to the top, he lost sight of you and the Green Goblin once again. "Y/N!" He called out desperately, furiously turning his head around as he scanned his surroundings for any sight of you. "Goblin, where are you?!"

"I see you've made yourself a friend. A sidekick, even." Hobie watched as the Goblin appeared from the shadows, slowly walking with a knife in his hand, that same wide smile on his face. "Congratulations, Spider-punk."

"What did you do with her?" He asked angrily, holding his arms up threateningly at the Goblin, ready to shoot his webs at any moment. "Where is she?!"

The Goblin simply chuckled in response, taking a deep, obvious breath. "It's quite a nice night, isn't it?"

"Cut the crap and tell me where she is!"

"Oh?" The Goblin raised an eyebrow. "Have you run out of jokes already? What happened to the little quips I love so much?"

"Give me back my friend." Hobie said coldly. He shot a web towards the Goblin but the man simply swat it out of the way with his knife, cutting through the web like it was nothing and standing up straight. "No."

Hobie's expression drooped slightly. "Please. I'll do anything." He pleaded, eyes widening. "Just let her go. Please."

"Anything?" The Goblin chuckled, bringing his knife up to his face and tapping it on his lips. "Then why don't you show me your face, Spider-punk?" He suggested, his smile widening.

Hobie hesitated for a moment. "Bring her out first." The Goblin tilted his head to the side slightly. "Fine."

A whirring sound caught Hobie's attention and he watched in horror as you were brought into the light, tied back to the hoverboard while you struggled. You were shaking your head furiously, eyes wide as you let out muffled grunts, your mouth covered by rope. "Y/N-"

"Get close to her, and I'll set off the bombs."

Hobie backed away slightly, the bombs on the hoverboard catching his attention. If he tried anything, the Goblin would set them off, and you'd be killed. You had tears in your eyes as you continued to struggle and the sight made Hobie's heart twist. 

"It's gonna be okay." He said quietly, looking back towards the Goblin. "You want me to take my mask off? I'll take it off. But you have to promise to let her go."

The Goblin nodded, putting his hands behind his back as he watched curiously, to see what Hobie would do. Hobie slowly reached towards his mask, and pulled it off. You let out a gasp of protest, but he ignored you. He dropped the mask on the floor and looked up at the Goblin.

The Goblin stared back at Hobie for a moment, processing the sight. He probably hadn't been expecting his enemy to be so...young. "Let her go." Hobie said quietly. He felt extremely vulnerable at the moment and was itching to pull his mask back up.

The Goblin obliged and the ropes untied themselves, causing you to collapse to the floor. "Spider-man!" you exclaimed, getting up so you could approach him, but the Goblin stopped you, pointing his knife in your direction. "Not a single step."

"You said you'd let her go. So let her go!" Hobie was exasperated and he pointed his fist towards the Goblin. "I let her go. But we're not done." The Goblin replied, the smile slowly returning to his face. "I don't care that you're a kid. You're going to fight me." He said coldly.

"Fine." Hobie huffed out, putting his fists up. You couldn't do anything but helplessly watch as a fight ensued, with Hobie dodging the knives and bombs being thrown at him while shooting his own webs towards the Goblin. The scuffle was causing the building to shake and rubble kept falling.

"Just surrender!" The Goblin screamed out, lunging towards Hobie who barely dodged, covered in blood and scratches at this point. "NO." He leapt up, guitar in hand as he brought it smashing down onto the Goblin, causing him to be flung back. The Goblin cursed under his breath, looking up at the winning vigilante who was approaching him again.

And then, he decided to use his last hope.

The Goblin pounced towards you, using his gadgets to tie you up once again. "No!" You exclaimed, struggling and extremely annoyed at this point. This was the second time he'd caught you, but it wasn't like you could fight back. You kicked at the Goblin as he grabbed onto your throat, holding you up.

"You little-" He muttered. Hobie stood back slightly, eyes wide as he tried to calm the Goblin down. "Wait-wait you said you'd let her go. Please. Please let her go!"

The Goblin tightened his grip around your throat, effectively choking you as he held you above the edge of the building, a dangerous glint to his eyes. "You've ruined everything I've worked for, Spider-man. So I'm going to ruin you."

"Please." Hobie begged, putting his hands up. "Please, don't do this. Let her go." He whispered.

The Goblin looked back with a smile. "Gladly."

A blur of events followed. You felt yourself being flung off the building, your heart and stomach dropping as gravity did its job, pulling you towards the far-away ground. Hobie lunged after you, arms outstretched in an attempt to grab you before you reached the ground. Your hand reached out towards him and he shot a web towards you.

But before you could grab it, he was knocked out of the way by the Goblin's hoverboard. The last thing you remembered was dread creeping up your stomach and through your body as you accepted your fate, realizing he wasn't going to be able to catch you. You fell.

"NO!" Hobie yelled out, fighting to get back to his feet. He leapt towards the Goblin, tackling him in a fit of fury. He got on top of the dazed Goblin who was struggling to catch his breath, trying to push Hobie off of him. Hobie pulled his guitar off his back, holding it above his head.

And then, he slammed it down. But once wasn't enough. He brought the guitar down again, and again, and again. He wasn't even thinking at this point, he was simply acting on instinct, stabbing the Goblin long after he was already dead. 

Eventually, his movements slowed down, and Hobie dropped the guitar, looking down at the mangled mess that had used to be the face of the man he hated most in the world. His chest was rising up and down rapidly, his heart rate faster than it'd ever been before.

Hobie slowly got up, looking around as he tried to collect his senses. He stumbled towards the edge of the building, looking down to where you fell, a flicker of hope flashing across his face.

Maybe, just maybe...

He jumped down to the ground, letting out a groan as his foot slipped and he fell onto his side. "Y/N? Y/N?!" He called out, silently begging for you to respond. "Come on, where are you!? You're here, you have to be..."

A slight shine caught his eye. He felt his heart drop as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he caught sight of a body. It was lying there, head tilted slightly back, completely unmoving. He slowly approached the body, feeling the hot tears begin to build up in his eyes. "Y/N?" He whispered softly.

His gaze dropped to the figure's hand, where the shine he'd caught a glimpse of had come from. The person's wrist had a small slab of metal encircling it, connecting back to their palm. Web-shooters. 

"No..." He whispered, falling to his knees and turning the body over slightly. "No, no, no, no..."

It was you.

And you were dead.

The tears began to fall as he looked down at you, lifeless with your eyes closed. "No, please, no-" He whispered, swallowing back a hot lump in his throat as he pulled you into his arms, shaking gently. "Wake up, come on, dove, wake up-"

He caressed your face as gently as he could, running his fingers over your skin and slowly feeling the warmth disappear under his cold touch. "Please. Please don't go." he choked out, quiet sobs escaping his lips as he held you close, burying his face in your neck while he cried.

"Dove..." he whispered, looking back down at your body. His tears had fallen onto your face, making it seem as though you were crying too, the drops slipping down your cheeks and onto the hard, cold floor. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He looked down at you, shaking his head and sniffling. "This is all my fault. I'm so sorry, dove." His voice broke. His hand rubbed against your cheek gently, wiping the droplets away. 

"I love you." he whispered. The words simply fell out of his mouth and he was unable to stop himself at this point. "I love you so much." His sobs were sounding more like gasps as he ran his fingers through your hair, shaking his head. "I love you, please come back. Dove? Dove, please."

But his pleading was useless. You weren't coming back. You were gone and there was nothing he could do about it. "I love you." He whispered again. "I should've told you. I'm sorry." The sound of sirens were approaching in the distance, causing Hobie to flinch slightly. He couldn't stay any longer. He had to go.

But before he left, he had one last thing to do. One final gesture.

He slowly leaned down, and pressed his lips to your cold ones, just for a moment, before pulling back and crying into your neck. "I'm sorry."

After a moment of silence, he gently laid you back down, the tears still streaming down his face, before he finally stood up. "Goodbye."

He shot his web towards the closest building and swung away right as the ambulances arrived, along with the police cars and officers. He wiped his tears with the back of his gloved hand before he pulled his mask back on and disappeared into the distance, not leaving behind a single trace, besides one last whisper that left his lips.

"Bye, dove."

[serxinns]

I've got a devious angstish idea...

SPOILERS INCASE U HAVENT READ THE MANGA THO(҂` ﾛ ´)

I luv yer blog btw..... platonic kisses >3<

Ok ok ok post war arc, Shigaraki with a little sister(or gender neutral :shrug:) he (unintentionally since he was confident he'd win..ggs) left behind. Class 2-A finds little reader and they feel bad cause shes just a little kid but she absolutely hates them and does everything she can to make their lives 10x harder (esp for All might)

She runs off and torments the first year's too—they can't get under control at all but they try. (Quirk isn't decay rather than returning things to their original form but it doesn't work on people. Like reducing a shirt back into cotton for examle. They had to get her special gloves hehe.)

A/n I got lazy with it so my apologies but I hope you enjoy!

Tw:MAJOR SPOILERS mentions of Shigaraki's death

"Y/n! I know you're responsible for this! Come here this instinct!" Aizawa's voice raised as he was searching around for the culprit. You then appeared from behind him, startling him a bit with that mischievous smile plastered on your face "Y/n, did you draw all might is a killer on the bathroom stall?" Aizawa glared at the mess and then at you. "No, I would never-!" "stop the act, young lady. Iida saw you got out of the bathroom with a red marker." Aizawa cut you off as you dropped the innocent act and glared, "Stupid snitch.."

"And just for that, you are gonna clean up this mess and make an apology card for all might" You froze up you didn't want that MONSTER to an apology, especially for what he did to your big brother

The flashbacks of you crying out for your brother in the destruction and debris surrounding and collapsing onto each other the moment you realize that these heroes killed your big brother the way you collapsed onto the ground and cried your heart out while the green-haired boy was comforting you, the way Mr. Aizawa started at you with sympathy and wanted to give you a better life so he adopted you and now your here forced to go to a school Shigaraki hates but you promise yourself to avenge him you promise that heroes were gonna suffer for what they did to him even if it means giving everyone especially all might Grey hair

"I'm never gonna make one, especially to HIM out of all people, and you can't make me!" Aizawa groaned while gaining a headache from your usual everyday tantrums "If you don't go apologize I'll make you spend time with him again and this time it'll be longer than before your eyes froze and shuddered to hear that you hated that punishment so much that you were on your "best behavior" for a whole week without pulling any pranks on all night it was a very hard and suffering challenge but worth it

So in defeat, you grabbed the paper muttered something, and walked off in defeat in your and Eri's room (you two share the same room) closing the door behind

Time skip

"I'm done!" You shouted wanting to get this over with as Aizawa opened the door "ok now let's go to all might and give it to him" What Aizawa didn't know was that you held a mischievous smile on your face hiding it behind an innocent sweet smile

As the two of you open the door to see All Might reading a book with coffee in hand, he looks over to see you and almost chokes out his coffee. "The demon child!?" His eyes widen you notice a sense of fear on his face which makes your grin stretch even wider making the blonde male uncomfortable and praying for God to have mercy on him he cleared his throat "Why hello young Shigaraki is there anything you need" he softly smiled at you as your smile twitch a bit "Y/n here wants to give you a apologize card she made all herself" Aizawa nonchalantly said as he urge you to give it to him as you did and quickly running off to who knows where

Aizawa was about to stop, but all were reassured it was ok. "It's fine, shouta let them they were prob overwhelmed." Aizawa rolled his eyes at the excuse of you being overwhelmed. Yeah, right. "Plus, I bet you y/n made a lovely- oh.." just when All Might opened the card he stopped what he was saying and stared at the drawing you made it was a drawing of you hitting All Might with a hammer as the card read "Sorry to banging on your nerves!"

They both looked at each other in silence, still staring at the card. "Thar little sh-" Toshinori came to your defense, "It's ok, Shouta, they're just a child! Plus I think the card is cute... he reassured the teacher and signed wondering what was he gonna do with you as he heard screaming a maniacal laughter coming from Bakugo Katsuki cheering you on as he heard the 1st year screaming and pleading for mercy as you laughed mischievously Aizwa and Toshinori both stared at each other again thinking the same thing

"Shit"

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.13 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT and violence, brief mention of SA like once btw. Sorry if this is batshit crazy!

You're woken by the throbbing in your face, as you groan you feel Abby's weight shift next to you and she suddenly pops into your eyeline as she leans over you.

"Good, you're up. How are you feeling?" You wince as you start talking.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving my ass yesterday. I thought she was the food so when she rushed me I was so shocked, I'm getting sloppy."

"Because of me?"

You hold the side of her face and smile. "No, I've got cocky, I needed to be humbled." You laughed at yourself and Abby laughed too as she started getting out of bed. "I'm going to leave when you leave because I've got to get ready for my day with Ellie." She scowls in your direction. "It's business, don't give me that look."

"What are you going to make her do?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned with."

"Seriously?"

"I do this to protect myself but I keep the things I have on people a secret. I'll keep what you did a secret."

"How do you manage to make it sound like everything you do is reasonable?"

"That's not me that's doing that." She watches you smile as her stomach drops. She forces out an awkward laugh.

"Whatever, I gotta shower will you be here when I get out?"

"Yes, darling." You wink and she shakes her head while chuckling as she walks away. You message Jeremy and get up to get some more ice for your face. Then you go to your bag and grab 500 dollars and leave it on Abby's dining table to pay for the damages. You amble back to her bed and lay down while you wait for Abby to be done in the shower.

You're sending messages and emails when Abby walks out in her towel. "Take it off1 Take it off!"

"I am already late. Don't start."

"You're no fun."

"How about I come to yours tonight?"

"Yeah I'll call when I'm home."

You both said your goodbyes and within half an hour you were back in your penthouse. You sat for a while just processing everything that happened last night and then you had a shower. You felt a lot better for it and you managed to do a good job covering the worst of the bruises with makeup so you felt okay. You had to admit your little standoff with Ellie made you only more excited for what you had planned.

Ellie stayed glued to her phone all day just waiting for you to ring but the call didn't come until nine pm.

"I'm outside, black jag, come out quickly." You hang up before she can say anything else and within minutes she's climbing into your car. Just as you did with Abby, you simply survey her appearance, her freckle-stained cheeks, the auburn hair and its shaggy cut. You notice the brightness of her eyes and then you notice the bags under them. "How are you feeling Ellie? Not too sore?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? My head hurts, thanks for that."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"If you're suggesting its mine I'll-"

"You'll do what?" You narrow your eyes at her as a warning which you were pleased to see she took.

"Where are we going?"

"If I tell you that it ruins the surprise. Be patient my love, all in good time." Ellie feels how clammy her hands have gotten as she pulls at her fingers in anticipation. You sit in the car silently until you arrive at your destination 45 minutes later. You're so excited you don't even wait for Jeremy to open the door, you just hop out. You rush round to Ellie's side and stand face to face with her as she gets out. You smile at her and she remains completely emotionless. You shrug as you begin walking to the warehouse. "Follow me!" You wait until Ellie catches up to you and you fling the door open with an enthusiastic "Surprise!"

Ellie looked up at your words and felt a chill run down her back that made her skin feel like ice. The warehouse was empty except for a chair that a man was tied to and a table next to it all on top of a plastic tarp. Ellie felt sick. The kind of sick that made her want to run and hide and never move from her bed again, but she couldn't run because you kept walking closer and she could only follow you. As you reach the tarp where the man sits unconscious Ellie takes in the scene in front of her with a hand over her mouth. On the table was a knife and gun and the man was bloody and bruised. He looked almost dead already and she noticed the large pool of blood under him, she followed the blood to find that it started from his crotch. She felt a small sickening grin on her face when she noticed his jeans were unzipped and yanked down.

"Did you-?" She gestures to the origin of the blood while looking at your smug face.

"Yeah I cut it off." Ellie scoffs. "That's why he's here. He was a runner for me, I caught wind of his indiscretions and I have no tolerance for it. I've done most of the work for you, you just need to finish him off."

"You want me to kill him? No way. You're fucking deranged."

"Look he's going to die anyway." You walk over and bend to put your ear to his slumped over head. "Sounds like he's got an hour or two left. If you don't do this you're only prolonging the inevitable. In a way you're doing him a kindness, putting him out of the misery I've caused him. Just shoot him Ellie. One clean shot to the head, that's it."

"How do you rationalise your actions?"

"I don't, you do." You were still kneeled down listening to the man's wheezy shallow breaths, that mischievous grin never once leaving your face. "One shot Ellie, one shot and you feel how Anderson feels, you have what she has. Do you know why I am the way I am?"

"You're immoral."

"I'm powerful. What we're doing here, we're playing God. That power, all you have to do to feel that, is kill him." You stand and walk over to the table holding the weapons to draw her attention to them. You relish in the way she follows you with those dazzling eyes of hers as you feel like you're under a spotlight. "One shot Ellie, that's all it takes."

Without another word Ellie marches to the table and snatches the gun, aiming it for the man. She breathes in and before she even has a chance to second guess herself she shoots the man. "Oh my god." Her ears start ringing as she feels her heart beat all throughout her body. The throbbing in her head reduces her vision to a blur and her mouth suddenly feels dry. As her arm is about to drop from the weight of the gun antagonising the shaking of her limbs she feels your hand enclose around her wrist as the other takes the gun from her.

"Thank you Ellie. That was beautiful. How did it make you feel?" Your voice is soft as you hand her a crisp white handkerchief.

"Powerful."

"Exactly Ellie. I knew you'd understand. Come on, I'll take you home." You both start walking away from the corpse and Ellie finds herself sneaking glances back at the slumped man. As she watches you climb into the drivers side of your car for once she looks around for any sign of the driver. She shrugs her shoulders and gets in beside you. "If you're worried about anyone finding him there are people clearing up as we speak."

"I'm not worried."

"Hm okay good." You continue driving in silence until you reach Ellie's apartment. "You did good tonight Ellie, I'm impressed."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon?" As she questions you she smirks and you notice the change in her eyes: they're brighter and they have that sparkle when they look at you. The same sparkle Abby has.

"You'll be seeing me very soon." You lean in and whisper in her ear. "You're mine now." You pull away and smile angelically, she chuckles back at you before getting out of the car and walking to her home.

"I'm outside, hurry up." It felt like hours before Abby appeared at the car with a puzzled expression as she looks at you in the driver's seat.

"Hey, what's up?"

"That's what you call hurrying up? Put your seatbelt on." The second you hear her seatbelt click into place you take off for yours.

"Fucking hell, do you want to drive any faster?" When you don't reply Abby studies your face only to notice the small blood splatters spotting your appearance. She can't see much as your eyes are planted firmly on the road but she knows something is different. You pull up to your penthouse and practically throw the keys at the valet before dragging Abby through the entrance. Everything was setting your body on fire, you forgot this feeling and how inpatient it made you. The second the doors of the elevator shut you pushed Abby up against the wall, grabbing her by her hoodie and pulling her into an all-consuming kiss. As the doors 'ding' and open you grab her pulling her into the penthouse before locking the doors of the elevator.

Abby looks you up and down taking in your appearance. Your half-lidded eyes with the eyelashes that you bat at her tellingly. The smirk that you get when you know you're winning, it was the same smirk that was plastered on your face the night you and Abby spoke on the balcony. Your clothes, all black but smeared with a shiny substance, the same substance dotted your face giving you dark-red freckles. She realised you were covered in blood the second she noticed the knife in your hand that was surprisingly clean. "I cleaned it off already don't worry. Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?"

"What?" Abby scoffs and laughs, half in disbelief, half slightly panicked at your off putting behaviour.

"Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?" You saunter over to her, eyeing her like you're going to devour her.

"No, I guess not."

"Good." You smile menacingly and Abby gasps as she hears the ripping of her hoodie. She winces as the tip of the knife scratches a line up her stomach and past her chest so hard small bubbles of red begin to appear in its trail. You reach the neck of the hoodie and she feels the knife press against her throat as she backs away, she shuts her eyes as she tries to get as far away from the knife as possible although her eyes dart open again as she feels the knife being removed from its place against her neck and sees you are entranced by the cut going up her sternum. You make eye contact as you dart forward and lick away the blood on her skin all the way from the elastic of her sweatpants to her collarbones. "God you taste good."

Abby gasps into your mouth when you catch her lips in a rushed kiss and she tastes her blood on your tongue. You grab her nipples and twist as you smile into the kiss.

"Ow! You're a sadist."

"That makes you a masochist. Get on your knees." She sighs and chuckles as she gets on her knees in front of you.

"Only for you, darling."

"Oh right answer! You are doing things to me." You drag what remains of her hoodie over her head and thread your fingers through her braid until its loosened enough for you to grab a handful of. "I need a favour, love."

She kisses your thigh and feels the sticky sheen of blood coating her lips and chin. "Anything."

"I need you to eat me out so bad. Can you do that?" She doesn't even respond she just starts yanking your bottoms down with your underwear. You kick them off as you ditch your coat too, feeling like your skin is burning to the touch. You immediately feel her lips attach to your throbbing clit and you look down to meet her piercing gaze as your left hand grabs a fistful of her hair pulling her impossibly closer as she lifts your right thigh to wrap around her bare back before dragging her hand back up your leg and squeezing your ass cheek harshly. "Oh fuck, yeah just keep doing that."

Abby continues like this was the first time she had eaten in a week and before long you were groaning as you came so hard your head spun. "Thanks babe, that was amazing. Now go sit on the couch and wait for me. Please." You had your knife at her neck and it moves with her as she nods and rises. You both lock eyes when you hear the pops of her knees as she stands and you giggle as she immediately shakes her head. "Damn you're getting old."

"Shut up, sorry you're a demon that doesn't age."

"I'm gonna let you off for comparing me to a vampire tonight. Don't take my kindness for weakness."

"I love your kindness."

"Shut up, go sit down." You're smiling at her despite the annoyance in your tone and she starts walking backwards looking you up and down as you ogle her muscular chest. You felt like you had won the lottery when you realised she hadn't worn a bra under her sweatshirt and you're still entranced as you watch her walk to your couch. You discard of the rest of your clothes and inspect the red lining of Abby's blood on the point of the knife. You pop the knife into your mouth as you follow Abby and savour the taste of her, you feel invincible, like a god even when the knife nicks your tongue and you taste the iron filling your mouth and when you meet Abby's needy gaze the feeling only intensifies.

You kiss her like you'll die if you don't and as you pull away you stick your thumb in her mouth collecting some of her spit and smearing it across her lips and chin. You hum in satisfaction when you see the pinkey hue of the spit from your blood as you push her down to lay horizontally on the couch.

"Are you wet darling?" You purr at Abby.

"What do you think?"

"Keep giving me that attitude and you get nothing else from me tonight."

"Oh come on, you know you're turning me on so bad, so come here and do something about it."

"Oh that was smooth."

"I know." You laugh as you pull her sweatpants and underwear down so you're both naked and climb on top of her slotting your hips to hers. You throw the knife down on the floor without looking to see where it landed as you place a hand over each of her boobs that pushed back at your touch as her back arches when you roll your hips into hers over and over again. She pulls you down so you're pinned against her chest as you both continue rocking against each other and moans into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that she caught your lips in. You both finish with screams and grunts and she scratches your trembling back.

"Follow me, I have a surprise for you."

"Jesus your stamina is ridiculous."

"Don't worry you old lady I'll do the work for now and let you catch your breath."

"Well alright then." She jumps up and follows you savouring the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips as you ascend the stairs to your bedroom. She feels like she’s entranced as she follows you, her cheeks heating up when you cast glances over your shoulder at her. As she walks into your room she's reminded of the last time she was here and her pussy throbs. Her attention falls on the box on your bed and she snaps back to reality to immediately inspect what's inside.

"I figured it would make sense for us to have one here as well. Want to put it on?" She nods her head as she rips the box containing the new strap on to shreds. You giggle as she looks like a child on Christmas ripping open the box but you go quiet again as she fits the harness round her hips and meets your eyes. "Go sit down, get comfy." You nod at the bed as you bite your lip.

"You're so hot."

"I know." You straddle her thighs and sink down on the strap, wincing at the size but persevering until you feel her hips under your legs. You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her forward so your bodies are pressed together. She bucks up into you and you pinch her cheek. "Bad girl."

"Who's fault is that?" You gasp as she chuckles and you push her down by her chest and start grinding down onto her. She tries to grab at your hips to guide you but you pin her wrists down.

"No touching." She whines and you smile as you continue moving on top of her. You speed up and only when your thighs feel like they're on fire do you feel her grinding up into you. You gasp and lean down wrapping your arms around her neck allowing her to encase you in her strong arms.

"What happened to know touching huh?"

"Shut up, I changed my mind."

"Thank god." She flips you both over and presses your thighs to her hips and she drags the dick in and out of you slow and deep. As she speeds up she leans down and spits into your mouth that had fallen open. "Swallow." You swallow her spit and groan as you feel your legs begin to shake. Abby looks down and takes in the sight of the strap gliding in and out of you so easily as it gets shinier with each thrust. You dig your nails into her back and she hisses as she slams into you harder as a response and before you can get a word out your orgasm washes over you and you see white as you whole body tenses. You hear Abby groan and feel her weight collapse on top of you as your muscles slowly relax.

"Good day babe?" She laughs as she looks up at you resting her chin on your chest while massaging your side.

"Good doesn't begin to describe it. Ellie was very obedient, I was impressed."

"You have a way of making people bend to your will."

"Yeah I know that's why you're my bitch."

"You are so unpleasant sometimes."

You both laid together for some time catching your breathe until you dragged her to the shower to get clean. You both argued about the temperature until you settled on a warm shower that she jumped out of much quicker. "Do you want me to change the sheets while you finish up in here?"

"Yes that would be amazing thank you. There's fresh sheets in the closet to the left of my room." She kisses you and leaves you to your shower as you turn the heat dial to as hot as it will go. You feel the water washing away all the dirt from today and as you savour the warmth of the shower you notice your skin feeling as though it is buzzing with the indestructible surge of power you haven't been able to shake since Ellie pulled the trigger.

psa: sorry this took a couple days, life got busy and then i got so high last night i slept for 13 hours so there was not much time to write. Hope this lives up to expecations and if it makes no sense im sorry im still super baked rn <33

[amentallyillchild]

Starving Part One

Okay! So I got a request a while back for a touch starved Shoji fic, and I finally have the time to sit down and start writing it, so here goes! I am so sorry it took so long to get this out, and I hope you enjoy it! <3 It's 1200 words btw. Just a little teaser for what's to come.

Warnings: Nothing too bad in this chapter, just mutual pining between two touch starved idiots. Slight innuendo bc your character is a bit dense. Beefy!Nerdy!Shoji. Short, slightly chubby reader. As far as your quirk goes, it's essentially Hawks' Quirk, but you can make the wings disappear at will. It's a college AU, so everyone is aged up.

When it comes to romance, you weren't good at it. Sure, you loved love. You loved to play matchmaker for your friends, and you loved watching them be happy, but when it came to yourself, you didn't put much effort in and brushed off anyone who tried to play matchmaker for you. Like right now, as your best friend, Mina Ashido, tries to set you up with someone. Again.

"He really is nice, I promise! And with him being a part of Momo's family, you know he's loaded." She pushes your shoulder a bit, making you drop the snack cake you were holding. Letting out a sigh, you lean down and pick it up, re-wrapping it. You weren't interested in being hurt again.

"First of all, you now owe me a cake. Second, I am not dating Momo's cousin." You shoot her a glare. "He's so not my type." You toss the now ruined cake in a trash can on your way down the hall. "Third, that would be so weird! I hardly even know Momo! Sure, we're friends and all, but not like you and me. It would be so weird if I just went up to her and went 'Hey Momo, I know you totally barely know me, but could I have your cousin's number?'"

"It would not be that weird, I promise you." She assures you. "Unless..." She stops short and gasps, grabbing your arm tightly. "I JUST FIGURED IT OUT!" She shouts.

"What?" You look at her, stunned by her sudden outburst.

"YOU ALREADY LIKE SOMEONE!" She shouts again. You cover her mouth before she can say more, your face going cherry red.

"Okay! Hush! The whole world does not need to know about my love life, Mina!" She licks your hand, forcing you to pull away. "Dude! Gross!"

"You totally do! Is it Bakugo?! Wait, no, he's way too brash, even for you. It's totally Sero, isn't it?!" You cover her mouth again as she picks up volume.

"Look, I will tell you on two conditions. One, you stop talking so goddamn loud about it. Two, you tell no one. You hear me? Not a single soul." You slowly remove your hand from her mouth to reveal a massive shit eating grin on her face.

"Got it!" She says, putting both of her thumbs up. You groan and let out another sigh. But just as you're about to tell her, the bell rings, signaling both of your next lectures. Silently, you thank whatever deity is out there for covering your ass.

"Welp! That's the bell! Talktoyoulaterbye!!!" You ran off towards your classroom, grateful for once to have to go to your least favorite class. Economics. The only good thing about this class is the boy you sit behind, Shoji Mezo. Mina was exactly right about one thing. Part of why you didn't much care for dating was because of this man. Every day you sat behind him this class, it made your heart beat just a little bit faster. Made your mind run a little more. Made going to college just a bit more bearable. You had talked to him a handful of times about classes, the weather, etc, but never enough to try and ask him out. Your phone buzzed pulling you out of your thoughts. It was Mina. You roll your eyes, reaching into your bag to grab your computer. Now, you being the nerd you are, figured out how to link your phone to your computer. You open the class app first, then your messages.

Mina <3: GIRL U HAVE TO TELL ME NOW

You: Uhhhhh, no.

Mina <3: But u said u wud... :(

You: -_-

You: Fine. But! I'm gonna make it a guessing game. ;P

Mina <3: Srslyyyyyyyy????

You: Yep! Every time you want a new hint you have to give me... A cake! >v<

Mina <3: Uggghhhhh ur so lucky im so curious

You: Okay! First hint: He sits in front of me in the class I'm in right now.

You close the app as the professor comes around to check your notes. Luckily for you it's Wednesday, so all you're doing is taking notes on the economics of an episode of Shark Tank. You come up with some stupid question to ask him as he walks by to give the impression that you give a shit about this class. He answers, pats your back and walks away. You reopen your messages.

Mina <3: Oooouu ok wait

Mina <3: ur in econ rn right?

Mina <3: Hmmmmmm who else is in that class

You: Need another hint? ;P

Mina <3: ......

Mina <3: Maybe...

You: That's two snack cakes now. Your first hint was free since you already owed me one. :3

You: Second hint; He went to UA with us.

Mina <3: no shit?! ok ok ok i have a guess.

You: Okay, let's hear it.

Mina <3: If there was 1 person u aaaaaalllwaaaaayyyyyssss stared at...

Mina <3: It was SHOJI!!! Which means it still is!

You: ...

You close the app again. 'How the fuck did she figure that out so fast?!" You steal another glance at him, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch one of his dupliarms looking back at you. You both quickly avert your gazes. You sit for about five more minutes before opening your messages again.

Mina <3: IT SO TOTALLY IS

Mina <3: I WAS RIGHT WASNT I

Mina <3: ANSWER MEEEEEEEEE

Mina <3: Birdyyyyyyy come on!!!!!!!

Mina <3: (Y/nnnnn)

You: You tell a single soul and I will end you.

Mina <3: I FUCKIN KNEW IT

You: Shut uuuuupppppp

Suddenly, more time had passed than you recognized and the bell rings once more, signaling the end of the day. As you stand to grab your things, not paying too much attention, you run head first into a firm chest, and hear a small grunt.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" You stumble back a bit and the unmistakable feeling of six strong arms steadying you overwhelms you. You look up to see none other than the star of all your late night dreams nearly nose to nose with you. He blushes and quickly pulls back.

"I-I'm sorry." He morphs a hand into a mouth and says shyly, his ears turning a bit pink. You wave your hands in front of you.

"No! Thank you for saving my pride." You laugh a bit.

"It's not a problem." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Hey, uhm, did you understand today's episode? I had some trouble with it.." You mimic his motion.

"Oh, yeah I did. Would you like some help?" He removes his hand and he cocks his head to the side slightly. "We can have a little study session if you'd like."

"Really? That's be awesome!" You bounce a bit. "Here, can I have your phone number so we can plan something?" You turn and bend over to grab your phone from your bag without thinking about it. As you turn back around you notice that his whole face is bright red. "A-Are you ok?" He nods quickly, reaching out for your phone. You hand it to him and he quickly types his number in.

"Send me a text so I have yours too, ok?" He says quickly. "I-I have to go, but it was nice to see you (Y/N)." And as soon as he was out of the classroom, you did.

You: Hey, It's (Y/N)! Let me know when you have some free time.

You quickly exit the thread and text Mina.

You: MINA

You: WE HAVE TO TALK

You: MY DORM ASAP

To Be Continued~ <3

[kitsunesquid]

My art block has been actually out of this world recently, so I wrote Aki and Ichimatsu's first interaction together to placate it because I need more content with them or i will explode

fanfic under the cut!! ❗️❗️ THIS IS KINDA LONG

this is the song she sings in the beginning btw-- but the guitar is a bit deeper sounding because it's on the bass--

"I could do this all day long, sing a song, a pretty little song.. Blah blah, rah rah rah, it might be nice. " Aki sung the english lyrics with her chest. Despite the occasional dirty looks and the fact that she was sure 70% of her audience couldn't understand her, she continued strumming on her bass guitar, which seemed to be a little rough around the edges. She couldn't help but grin to herself when a woman, a gyaru, about her age, dropped 1000 yen in her guitar case. She must not have been from the Akatsuka district.. Either way, Aki started playing with an increase in intensity, which was part of the song anyway, but her fleeting audience of 1 wouldn't know that. "I could do this all day long, sing a song, a pretty little song! blah blah, rah rah rah, that's alright, but I'd rather fight! And watch you bleed, I'd rather watch you bleed! Sing a song a-" "HEY!" Aki jumped a little bit but narrowed her eyes at the japanese officer in front of her. She was a foreigner and he knew that.. She could fight this one for always picking on her. "You can't sing here! You're disturbing the store owners!" Aki's face darkened. Always a new reason every time. First, he made a fuss about her finding her visa, since you apparently can't earn money in japan without it, or you'll be deported. Then, after it took her half an hour just to find her passport holder, she was informed that she still had to leave because she didn't have a street preformer license. "This is so unfair! There's high schoolers playing their instruments outside of Shibuya station every day, and I haven't seen any of them get stopped!" The officer didn't even need to say another word, pulling his handcuffs out. Aki almost moved at sonic speed, putting her guitar in the case and trying to cover up the yen she earned so he didn't see it and potentially cause more of an issue. "Okay, I'll stop singing." she said, grabbing the side door on her old van and swinging it open. She plopped onto her back, having a bed in the back of her car, but the officer just tapped his foot. "You can't stay parked here, either." He said before reaching his hand in there and handing her a piece of paper. Aki didn't even have time to protest her relocation. "You're giving me a fine!?!?! seriously!?!"

Aki would have made a fuss about not paying, but she didn't want to spend another couple hours in the district jail again. She just closed her van door with a loud thud and a growl, before hopping into the driver seat. She tried not to pull off too aggressively despite how extremely pissed off she was, accidentally hitting a trash can and knocking it over in the process.

After finding the same reliable alleyway she always did, she drove down it and parked. She could only hope anyone who saw her parked down here was unbothered enough to leave her alone, which was how it usually was anyways. Its not like she didn't have anywhere to stay, but she wasn't on the best of terms with her mom at the moment.. Like hell Aki was going to walk back into her mothers house with another bill for her to pay. Not happening. She was gonna be pissed. Aki sighed and pulled out the yen she earned. "So much for buying myself something to eat." She grimaced, opening her wallet and slipping it in. She finally got some money and she already has to put it toward something else. "Never had to deal with this shit back home.."

The distinct rolling of her side door rang through the vehicle. And then little voices. Aki crouched down and picked up a meowing feline, as other stray cats in the alley jumped into her car without concern. She did come here and see them a lot. "What's up, flaps? Come here for a bite or two?" Aki cooed to a cat with a particularly low tummy, like they had given birth to a litter recently. Aki took out a bag of jerky and started to sprinkle some on the floor of her car, causing more cats to jump up, and her own collared tortoiseshell cat, ditzy, catwalked her way out from under the queen sized bed she liked to stay under, stretching big and getting backstrokes from Aki, causing the tortoiseshell to purr loudly. Aki yawned as the cat wobbled it's way into her lap, as she had cerebellar hypoplasia. She knew she probably shouldn't lay down and take a nap in an alleyway, but the livable car, warm ventilation from the door being open, and the cats snuggling her was almost enough to convince her.. Until she heard light footsteps and an average sized figure stood in front of the side door, looking right into it. Aki felt only dread until seeing it was just a normal dude... in a hoodie and sweatpants?? "Can I help you?" She grumbled out, her feminine voice somewhat rough from smoking. The mans energy changed almost instantly whenever she said something, his face paling. He still didn't say anything until Aki gave him the weirdest look urging him to. She pulled out what looked like a cigarette, but it was completely dark in color, and ichimatsu picked up on a slightly pungent smell when she brought a lighter to it.

"S-Sorry, I'm just here to feed the cats..." He said, holding on tightly to the bag of sardines he had. Aki chuckled lowly, unknowingly sending heat into ichimatsu's stomach and chills down his spine. He didn't know why. He talked to girls all the time, it's not like he would ever get a chance with them so he never bothered getting this flustered by them. Why was this random woman different? He didn't know, but there was something so alluring about her. Not that it mattered, he assumed he wouldn't be seeing her again anyway.

Aki smiled and patted the freshly installed carpeted floor of her car. "Me too.. Maybe we should bring some actual cat food next time, eh?" She joked as the cat in her lap took a piece of jerky from her fingers, rather snappily but she didnt seem to care. Not the first time she's been bit feeding cats. Ichimatsu panicked for a second. Was this chick really inviting him into her car.. bedroom.. apartment thing!? Does she know who he is?? Is she pranking him? Surely it must be a joke. But Aki smiled at him, trying to look more reassuring this time. "What, your family saving you a spot at dinner or something?" She joked, completely oblivious to any truth there might be behind that statement. "You don't have to, I just thought it might be nice.." She said, starting to worry if potentially her offer was weird. However, to her surprise, the man did take himself a little seat, taking out a couple dried sardines and using them as toys, before letting the cats snatch them away and eat them. There was a good 5 minutes of silence, Aki just observing. "You're really good with cats.." She said. "I can tell you come around often.. they're used to you."

Ichimatsu looked over, seeming a little confused. What a genuine conversation starter.. Why is this woman giving him the time of day again? "Yeah, well.. I try to come down here and feed them whenever I can." He said. If his shitty ass brothers dont get to the sardines before he does, he refused to say out loud.

"You know, I could never eat those growing up." Aki said. "It always weirded me out that they have eyes.. Feels like they know they're dead and I'm going to eat them and it's my fault." Ichimatsu chuckled a little, and Aki smiled with pride, at least she got him to show even a flicker of emotion before he inevitably left. "So you do have a soul! I knew there was light behind those eyes somewhere!" she teased, playfully pointing at him. Normally she hit and poked her friends to play, communicating a lot with her hands, but she hardly knew this guy, so pointing at a distance will have to do. Ichimatsu didn't stop smirking unbeknownst to himself. What an interesting personality this one had. "Don't let it get to your head." He replied, which Aki just blew a raspberry at. "Seriously, Im gonna be thinking about that the entire way home."

Aki picked up a sardine and started moving its jaw to make it look like it was talking. "No, please don't eat me purple man-san, i have a fish wife and kids!". Ichimatsu resisted the urge to smirk at her playful antics, pushing the fish away and hopping out of the van, and back onto the cement of the alleyway. "I should probably go home.. My family is.. probably looking for me." He actually didn't need to be home soon at all. He was more worried about someone like Jyushimatsu or Osomatsu finding him with a pretty foreigner. Aki smiled again. "Goodbye, then.. It was nice to meet you, um.." Ichimatsu started to sweat. Why was she trapping him here!? Was she gonna try to talk to him again if she saw him again? Why the hell would she want to know what trash like himself is called? "Matsuno.." he mumbled so awkwardly that Aki almost mistook him for a banjo kazooie npc before taking off. "Wait!-" she shouted, peeping her head out of her van, only to see no one at all. "How'd he leave that fast?..." She said. She was too astonished by his swift exit that she didn't even have time to grieve the fact that she never got his first name.. "Okay then.."

[buttonsfleas]

@mostlypencils

So I saw this comment on my post I made earlier about a possessd andy script thing where he attempts to shoot Kyle but unfortunately fails lol so enjoy it now!

I'm not myself.

Andy being posessed by chucky lil scene script where he attempts to kill kyle

BTW this is reeeaallly short since this is the first script of a scene I've ever made of anything and it's really short but pls don't get mad at me bc it's probably a lil bad too 😭

• btw, when he sees blood like Nica, he instantly change

• and I wrote this how I thought a script looks like but tbh idk what one looks like and this is shorter then a piece of glitter so sorry 😂😭

Kyle was in her ranch-style house and had just answered her door to surprisingly, Andy. But, Andy didn't seem like himself. He was dressed up in a black tux with a white shirt and red tie and black loafers. The time was 9pm and everyone on her block were asleep.

Kyle:

Hey, Andy. What are you doing here?

Andy:

Oh you know, just came for a quick hi.

Kyle:

Well, come in, it's cold.

Kyle welcomes Andy in and the screen skips time to them both in Kyle's modern kitchen.

Kyle and Andy were in the middle of a conversation whilst Kyle had a coffee and Andy had a beer.

Kyle:

So, still no nightmares?

Andy:

No. Have you?...

Andy asks with one eyebrow raised with a slight frown.

Kyle:

Andy, he died a while ago and won't come back. You know I don't.

Andy:

Well, I'm sorry to break the news to you Kyle, but what can I say? He has risen.

Andy smirks and takes a gun out of one of his back pockets and aims the gun at Kyle's heart. Kyle gets startled and puts her hands up with a slight shake of fear.

Kyle:

A-andy...what's going on?

Andy:

You just got too comfortable without worrying about me coming back, didn't ya?

Andy's Hazel eyes transition into a glow of blue and transition back into Hazel.

Kyle:

Andy...don't do this...

Andy:

You thought I'd leave you and Andy to rot in piece, huh!?

Andy shakes violently whilst holding the gun at Kyle's heart. He steps forward whilst she steps back at little.

Kyle:

N-no...

Kyle is visibly uncomfortable and anxious whilst Andy has a smile or mischief and revenge.

Andy:

Fucking hell, I never you you'd be able to not pull a gun out on me.

Kyle:

W-well...I just never expected this...

Whilst Andy is rambling om about Chucky's revenge, Kyle slides her hand into one of the kitchen drawers and pulls a gun out and then aims the gun in the middle of Andy's eyes.

Kyle:

Fuck off, Chucky...I don't want Andy to be in this state anymore...

Andy:

Well, here's our game. You can kill me, you kill Andy, or, you can drop the fucking gun and own up for how many times you've slipped away from me.

Kyle puts the gun down on the counter but accidentally slips her hand on a knife that was on the chopping board when she was making herself a salad. Her palm bleeds and Andy looks at it before falling down and becoming unconscious.

Later that evening, Andy's Hazel eyes flutter back open and he sees himself laying on Kyle's couch. Kyle was standing up and watching over Andy whilst walking back and fourth in a line across the room.

Andy:

W-what...happened?...

Kyle:

Suprise, dick. You're now chucky.

Andy:

Yeah, I know that but why am I here? Are you okay?

Kyle:

I'm as fine as I was were before you showed up. You?

Andy:

I'm alright.

Kyle:

Well, you owe me one after nearly murdering me!

Andy:

Yeah, right, see what Chucky says.

Andy sits up and looks around at his surroundings before focusing on Kyle again as she gives him his beer from before.

Andy:

How will we get rid of him?

Kyle:

Well, we either Damballa or exorcism you, but exorcism isn't a choice we've got this year so Damballa it is.

Andy:

Why can't we do an exorcism?

Kyle:

Well can we just find a priest and tell them before they think we're insane!?

Andy:

...no...in some cases...

Kyle:

Look, all we have to do is find that little doll and get him into that body before you go out to get milk without paying.

Andy:

How will we though?

Kyle:

We'll figure it out soon.

[pixielove-1]

•TRAPPED IN HER BASEMENT 2• category punishment/care

Recap so last time you woke up in nancys basement was realized what was happening. Don't worry this time you will fight back btw.

Nancy fucking wheeler!

My heart dropped as she opened the door and the step creaked as we met eyes, keys dangled from her hand as she smiled brightly at me "seems this is your lucky day, I need you upstairs instead of down here tonight because of your little cuts." I swolled a huge glob a spit as she unlocked me from my cage. "Why did you kidnap me?" I asked once more as she pulled me up the step in down into a living room.

"I will tell you due to time y/n for now stay still while I wrap you up." I looked around the living room as I got and idea. "Here we are" I held out my hand but quickly kicked her at the same time. And grabbed the vase the sat proudly on the table.

"Fuck off wheeler!" I yelled smashing the vace onto the back of her head the glass shattered as it cut through her marble skin. I made run for it "shit!" I fell to my knees stopping myself with a huge peace of glass slowly bleeding out.

"Well this is unfortunate isn't it?"

I looked down the barrel of a decent sized hand gun. "Put the vase down y/n. Or you'll make things worse than it already is." I let out a breath as I dropped the glass and placed my hands up. "Nancy i-" She grabbed a fist full of hair and dragged me back towards the basement kicking and screaming "fuck! I'm sorry i-i nancy!" Falling down the stairs my head hit the cold concrete floor. I groaned as everything was in a daze. "N-nancy?" Your body was being pulled in a certain direction.

The smell of metal was all to familiar "n-no please I'm sorry i" your hand was now locked but pu kicked her leg "shit y/n, stop fighting me your making your punishment worse." I cried as I pushed her away "please, please let me go! I wanna go home pl-please..." A slap landed against your face.

Silence filled the room as she tied your legs down and your other hand and turned the light back on. "Stay here while I clean up and think about what the hell you just did." Her voice was hard..filled with such hate and venom that you'd think you wouldn't hear. Not from the sweet sweet Nancy wheeler.

But then again she did hold a gun to your head.

You stare at the little cracks on the floor watching as dust slowly fell from the roof and gathered in the cracks. The door opened again but you didn't bat an eye. "Come here." She said softly whipping off blood from earlier. Your teary eyes still shines in the light "come on let's get this off you."

...

Your clothes where stripped off leaving you in your bra. "M'sorry" you mumbled as she stripped the rest of your clothes off and set up a bath for you. She let's out a sigh "it's fine just know this is a warning try something again, I 'WILL' make you regret it. Now get in this should help with the bruises." You slowly sink into the over heating water which burns the cuts. I guess it was little punishment in itself. "Let me help you" She ordered pulling up her sleeves you hadn't noticed this before but she changed from her dressing a white button up shirt and gray suit pants with a black belt to hold it steady.

If you do say so yourself she was very attractive. As she put up her hair.

And started to scrub away at your hair. Closing my eyes I let her take control of my body as she cleaned every part, some burned some felt amazing...more amazing than others. Actually you don't remember the last time you've gotten layed. I let out a content sigh as my kidnapper pressed kissed along my neck line.

Even fiddled with your ass and tits for a bit. You whined as shit kissed a particular spot you liked. She giggled in your ear sending butterflys down to your stomach.

...

As you stepped out she whipped off the water from your body And hair. "Sleepy?" She questioned as you yawned laying your head on her shoulder. You nodded letting her lead you out the bathroom and onto an actual comfortable bed.

"Goodnight baby"

[cheerfulmelancholies]

@pluttskutt sorry I accidentally posted before I could paste what I was gonna share! And then I deleted it because I'm stupid. I need to stop being so ambitious on mobile, it never goes well. Anyway, thanks to a coin toss you got treat! 🍬 So have a piece from an old wip of mine I really need to start back working on. It's a little long btw.

Diana returned home from another visit with Ethan to find her father whistling a joyful tune in the basement. Eyebrows rising, she checked the time on her watch before trotting down the stairs. Her dad was hunched over his workbench, tinkering with some odd or end of a device he'd probably never get around to finishing.

"Dad?"

Daniel dropped everything, let it fall against the wooden top with clinks and clangs, and whirled to meet his daughter's gaze. "Pumpkin! How's your day been?"

Diana forced herself not to flinch from the sudden shout. She blinked and averted her eyes from the stretched grin, opting instead to glance around him at the bench. "It's fine. What are you working on?" The tangle of wires and open plastic didn't look like something worth fixing.

He laughed, shoulders bouncing. "Nothing much. Just fiddlin' a bit with some gadgets I've been meaning to work on."

Silence fell as Diana and her father stood across from each other. He didn't look like like he was going to say anything anytime soon, so she cleared her throat to dispell some of the awkwardness. "Um, how was work today?"

"Fantastic! I'm actually being considered for a raise." His grin widened and he leaned against the workbench, palms resting on the surface.

"A raise? For what?" She didn't know how much he made there, just that it was substantial enough to support them and their lifestyle with ease. All this time, he'd never once mentioned any possibility of a raise or promotion.

Why now? What changed?

"For all my hard work, of course. My boss said he's been so impressed with my devotion. Said he felt I deserved something for it."

"...Ok?" She had no idea how she should respond to that. Her father continued to watch her, expression never faltering. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little..."

"I'm great! This has been a fantastic day. You know what?" He pushed himself off the bench and stepped toward her. Pulling her into an excited hug, he felt his smile widen as he spoke. "How about you and I go out to eat? Have a little father-daughter bonding time?"

Diana didn't return the embrace as her father rocked them back and forth. This sudden change in mood was jarring. In any other circumstance she would be thrilled to have her father snap out of his obsession with work in order to spend time with her. But after the mishap in the garage and his unusual behavior as of late, this did nothing more than make her skin crawl. She pushed herself away.

"Where do you wanna go, pumpkin?"

"Um, this is coming out of nowhere, isn't it?"

"Well, I figured since I'm gonna get some extra cash to burn I might as well start using it. We haven't done anything together in ages." He gripped her shoulders and gave her a light shake. "C'mon, pumpkin, it'll be fun."

Diana watched in concern and slight horror as her father's unsettling smile-never once faltering-pulled his lips even wider. She looked at his eyes and, though not glassy and unfocused like they were in the garage, they seemed to hold an almost artificial light to them. There was no denying he was happy, but she had a problem with how sudden and random it was.

She spent a few more seconds regarding him before making a decision. "Yeah, sure. It has been a while since we've hung out together, hasn't it?" She grunted as he gave her another tight hug before letting go and heading up the stairs.

"Great! Let me just get outta my work clothes. You can pick the place."

Diana frowned at her father's back as he disappeared from view. This whole situation was unnerving but at least it would give her an opportunity to learn more about her father and MM. She couldn't recall the last time they'd hung out together let alone the last time he'd been in such a good mood. She was hoping that by saying yes he would be willing to discuss more about his work. After all, this was the first time he'd ever spoken so openly about it.

Several minutes later saw them in his car, going to a local diner they hadn't eaten at in a year or so. Daniel was rambling about how he hoped things hadn't changed and what he was thinking of getting while Diana stared out of the windshield with a troubled expression. She glanced sidelong at him as he went on and on, oblivious to the uncomfortable tension in the car. Her mind kept screaming that this wasn't right and by the time they pulled into the lot she'd already lost what little appetite she had.

Daniel stepped out and turned to find Diana staring at him from the passenger seat. He felt his expression falter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said, climbing out and walking to the entrance. She watched his reflection approach and follow her inside.

A waitress seated them-the place wasn't all that crowded-and they began skimming through the menu.

"So," Diana started, glancing up from the words she wasn't reading, "how much is this raise of yours?"

Daniel's smile twitched. "I... What do you mean?"

"You said you were getting a raise before... You know, like more money?" She fiddled with the menu as she spoke, carefully selecting her words and tone. This was already spiraling downhill.

"I am."

"But, like, how much money? A dollar? Three? A five thousand dollar check?" She watched his eyes flicker between her and empty space. He seemed rather disoriented from such a simple question.

"They didn't say," he said after two straight minutes of silence. "I guess it'll just be a surprise." The smile returned tenfold.

Diana chewed her lip and was thankful for the waitress's timely arrival.

"What are you having?" her father asked, any hint of his prior confusion gone.

"A Caeser salad," she told the woman. She didn't think she could stomach much more at the moment. As her father placed his order for a burger she tried to process everything that was happening.

Medical Mechanical was giving her dad a raise but never said how much? What kind of a company hides that sort of info from their employees? With the way he was acting, she assumed they either told him and he forgot, or this was some elaborate scheme to manipulate him. Either way, it made her sick with worry. She needed more info.

"Hey, Dad?"

Daniel returned from staring at nothing to give her attention.

"So... Did they tell you anything about this raise? Is it part of a promotion maybe?" She thought back to Megan's comment about a new division and tried not to let it get to her.

"They've been very impressed with my work lately," he responded. "I'm rather proud myself."

Diana hummed and took a sip of water. She was never going to get anything out of him as long as he was like this. Whatever had been done to him didn't seem like it was going to wear off anytime soon. She thought about how to change the subject.

Thinking back to her failed attempts at getting him to open up about his past, she tried, "So, have you ever spoken recently to anyone you used to know before moving here?" She hoped he wouldn't remember how that discussion had went the last time she brought it up.

Daniel's smile decreased as he searched his mind for an answer. "Not recently, no," he said after a few moments. "I've been so busy with work that I haven't even thought about it."

"Do you miss anybody? Like, friends or family?"

The smile became strained. "No."

Diana observed his sudden discomfort with morbid curiosity. Was she getting somewhere? "You never wanna talk about your childhood, what am I supposed to tell my kids?" she joked, hoping to elicit a response.

He shrugged and stirred the ice melting in his cup.

"I'm guessing you don't have a lot of happy memories then. So what made you pick Lakewood of all places?"

"It's small and quiet," he said. "I liked that about it."

"And now that Medical Mechanical is here, do you still like it?"

"It's nice they're recognizing my work and giving me a raise," he said suddenly, derailing the conversation.

"That's... not what I asked. And you still never said how much they were paying you." Before she could get an answer, the waitress placed their meals on the table.

"Anything else?" she asked, eyeing Daniel's odd, listless expression.

"That'll be it, thanks," said Diana, also watching the way her father had abruptly zoned out. She frowned as she poked at her salad, nowhere near hungry.

Daniel came to and began eating as though nothing strange had happened. They sat in silence, and it wasn't until the waitress took their plates and offered dessert that Diana spoke up again.

"Are they gonna give you more time off again?" she asked the silence.

He gave her a blank look before seeming to process her words. "It's not like I mind working."

It cuts off suddenly because this is something that I haven't actually gotten to yet in the story, but it's getting there. I just like to write ahead sometimes. I hope you enjoyed it!

[should-be-sleeping]

I lived in a tiny Ohio town and shit hit critical mass after Columbine. Within a week they banned backpacks, purses, and coats from the school. You could arrive with them, but then they had to stay in your locker all day. The bell schedule was not adjusted to allow more time for students to have to go to their locker to exchange books/supplies between classes, so everyone was late to every class.

This meant that detention (which I had everyday regardless so nothing changed for me lmao) doubled in size to the point where there wasn't enough room for all of the kids who had 3 tardies to sit, so they had to open an overflow classroom to seat them. They did not however pay for a 2nd member of staff to oversee both rooms so 1 room was just Mad Max while the other sat in silence waiting out the clock while you (key component here) missed lunch.

The best thing to do was to also arrive to detention late so you got into the unsupervised overflow room. Ironic.

If you were alt whatsoever your life at school got so much more complicated. I'm talking "random" locker, car, and person searches with or without the actual police present. Mandatory meetings with the school counselor which, btw, we never even had up to this point. Wtf did they find this man? He was not good at his job.

Once he told me that I'd feel better if I joined a church. I never expressed not feeling fine though? He just assumed because I wore combat boots and was infamously the only non Christian in the school that I was depressed, I guess? Ignored the white Baptist girl who had to get an abortion after our social studies teacher got her pregnant though. I guess she was fine. Even with the public underage day drinking.

He stated I was eligible to graduate early due to how many credits I had and said I could take it easy to lower my stress (???) only to discover upon consulting the vice principal that I was actually like 3 credits short of graduating at all and would need to attend summer school to make up the difference. Smh.

Our school radio station had its branding forcibly changed from rock to "alternative." The school board canceled a concert we'd planned all year, days before it was set to take place, and refused to refund ticket holders or pay the contracted bands which got them sued and called out by the ACLU for discrimination. It was... a wild time.

My poor mother was basically hounded by the district about how goth I was as if she was committing child abuse for letting me dye my hair and wear velvet pants. More than once police came to our house for welfare checks. Jokes on them, I wasn't even home. My friends and I were too busy out having fun.

Everything falsely reported about Columbine directly made kids lives worse. Especially if you didn't fit in somehow. Like. A lot of my peers just dropped out and got their GEDs. The harassment from grown adults was fucking bananas. Other teenagers was like, okay you're obviously just shitty and 16, but when multiple actual adults who have a say in your future essentially target and cast you out like. What do you do?

Persisting was not easy.

Was there ever a news event in our lifetimes that the media fumbled more aggressively than Columbine. They genuinely got every single detail wrong

From reporting that they killed someone for saying she believed in God (they spared a different girl who said she did) to not reporting that they sought out students of color while yelling racial slurs - on Hitler's birthday & a day after the anniversary of OKC and Waco - while promoting the idea that you have to watch out for loner bullied nerds. Even though later research shows that the shooters were, in fact, bullies themselves, who had a wide social circle, and they were, you know, Nazis motivated by racism and not the video game Doom (1993).

It's a generational fuck-up, the GOAT of bad reporting bc it's still with us. The narrative of persecution after "she said yes" is a huge reason the evangelical right is like how it is today (they made a biopic that uncritically repeated it just a couple years ago!) & they still push the idea that it's primarily victims who do that sort of thing and not aggressors & people still shared that stupid video of Marilyn Manson saying he'd "listen" until a couple years ago (though the shooters being abusive Nazi creeps would uh, not diminish Marilyn Manson's desire to befriend them, I feel)

[artisticmenace]

some writing. this is a story ive just had tucked away. might as well give it a beginning am i right? pretty short for what i want it to be but its whatever. this was based on a dream i had btw. it didnt go exactly like this but very close.

The Creation Mall

My mother used to tell me stories about my father. How he went into The Creation Mall, an impossible building, looking to climb to the heavens. I used to think that was her way of telling me he died. Letting little Evan Moors down easy. Then she died. And among her belongings was a map. A map of the floors of a mall. The Creation Mall. And attached was a note that read "Find Lucas". I didn't know who that was, but obviously I had to find out. Next step was to find it. The instructions to get there were ridiculously easy. Go out into the forest. Leave a peach ring and a seed on the ground. Say a prayer. Then boom! Creepy, abandoned, and impossibly tall building. I went inside. This first floor had lots of shops. Also lots of vines. I collected some supplies from the shops, whatever I could find. All empty of people. No dust, though. Products in perfect order. Florescent lights, to hurt the eyes. I knew I had to reach the top. Reach the heavens. I knew that's where I would find, well, Lucas. And maybe my father. So I began to climb the vines to the second floor. They hurt my hands to grasp, but I had to reach the top. It was instinct. This next floor was dark. So very dark. But on the back wall was a door, shining the rooms light from beneath it. I opened the door. The first thing that graced my eyes was a big ass piranha plant. I knew venus flytraps didnt usually care for human meat, but this wasn't a normal venus flytrap. You bet I shut that door as silently as possible. This was a road block. I opened the door again. The carnivorous plant was unresponsive. I prayed that it stayed that way. To my right were more living plants, and to the left, another doorway. A tall dinosaur eating some leaves took a look at me. I knew there would be trouble if there were carnivores. Suddenly, the venus flytrap began to nudge me, poking my skin with its oddly sharp teeth things. I hid under its display. I had made a grave mistake in doing so. The tiniest velociraptors I've ever seen came through the doorway. They stopped. They blinked at me. Then they pounced. I felt every moment of them tearing through my flesh. Every tooth sinking into me, every drop of blood leaving my body. But then I was alive again, standing outside the door. A man walked up to me. Older and grayer than me.

"You should go back to hell, kid."

"I need to find Lucas. To get to the heavens. I don't want to go back to my life just yet. I can’t give up."

"Fine, fine. Then I'll help you through this floor. There's still plenty that wants you dead up there, though. Next time you may not be so lucky."

The man linked arms with me and rushed me through the door. The venus flytrap snapped at us. We jumped over the tiny velociraptors. He was spry old man. We rushed past several other dinosaurs and living plants before they could react and flew through an open door on the other end. He shut it tight behind us, locking it with a key.

"Good luck kid."

"Hey, what's your..."

My voice trailed off. He had vanished. I continued through the dark. I walked up a broken escalator. There was a long hallway with several rooms. I peered into them, each a small empty office. At the end of the hall was a much larger office. I went inside. It was also very much empty, just like the others. I went on the computer. It was opened to a spreadsheet of some kind. I went to the homescreen. It was a picture of two men and a young girl with red hair. Did people work here? Human people? As luck would have it, the longer haired man from the picture walked into the room. He had a glaring expression, but it wasn't done with quite the precision of an actual human being. Two amorphous white creatures came out from under the desk and started waving around. He waved them away.

"What are you doing in here?"

The way he spoke wasn't quite right. It was clear english wasn't his first language. Not to mention his TEETH. Pearly white and pointy.

"Uhhh. I, uh..."

Something seemed to click. His eyes widened a little, looking closer to a human expression than they had before.

"You're human."

"Yeah."

"You're Lucas's son."

"I'm what?"

"Why did you come here?"

"To look for Lucas! I didn’t know I was his son!"

He made a face, as though trying to seem sympathetic. The result was offputting.

"I'm Lester. I am not human. No one has been human here since your father came through. We are called Andramboros."

"Wait, so... the guy I saw earlier? Downstairs?"

"Looks like you already found him, then."

I couldn't believe it. I was the idiot of idiots. Clown of clowns. Fool of Fools. Whatever you wanna call me.

"I sympathize. Also... Your stay on this floor may be extended. The elevator is broken."

"Do you not have like... a stairwell?"

"No. Stairs were not a priority."

"That's a fire hazard."

"Nothing in this mall can be damaged without permission."

"Permission from who?"

"You were thoroughly unprepared, then. The Director. She is what awaits those who seek the heavens of this mall."

"Oh."

I was a little surprised and a little ashamed.

"You will have to stay here. I will alert the others. You will be safe."

The way he said that last line was not reassuring. He started showing me pictures of his family. He pointed to a short haired man with dark, sunken eyes and a gaunt face.

"That is my husband, Victor."

He pointed to a short, red haired girl. She was very pretty.

"That one is mine. Her name is Alice."

His wording was strange. I assumed he meant that she was his daughter. He continued to point through the photos in his wallet until someone walked in. It was the man from the photos, Victor. He was wearing a suit. Much more formal than his husband. They began speaking a language I didn’t recognize. Lester gave him an unnatural smile. It wasn't so much that the smile itself was unnatural, but that it didn't look right on his face. Every part of it seemed manual. Then Victor turned to me. His face distorted into a wide eyed expression.

"Oh. Oh dear...."

"Yes... It is quite concerning."

thats all i have written. whats at the top is very interesting haha.

things that were different in the dream:

-none of them had names

-lester walked into his office to find me looking at his roblox avatar(what was actually open in the dream on his desktop)

- the elevator wasnt broken i just needed it for narrative reasons

i will say that in the dream lester legitimately did tell me his species were called andramboros and that they were kind of like shapeshifters. the things under his desk were his guards in their normal form. they took to appearing human because its more useful to them to have limbs and teeth and eyes and ears and all that jazz.

tell me if its interesting.