#well;;;; did we really think i was gonna do anything NORMAL my first piece back? no.

[revasserium]

Can I request prompt 60 with Daichi? Thanks a lot

requests for haikyuu and naruto are open; send me a prompt pls!

60. home

daichi: 1,962 words

00. in this universe, you meet on the last day of summer vacation, across an entire baseball field of untapped potential — him with his friends, you by yourself, but never alone. the volleyball they’re tossing around bumps up against your leg. you look up, squinting against the fierce summer sunlight, pouring down over his back like liquid gold, and for a second, you can’t see his face, only the shape of him — wide shoulders and short hair and —

“hey, sorry —”

you blink, looking down at the brightly covered ball still nestled against your leg. and when you next look up, you find his eyes instead.

someone once said that there are some infinities that are bigger than other infinities.

neither of you knew really what that meant. until now.

“no, it’s okay — here, your ball.”

“ah. thanks. uhm —”

“uh —”

you speak at the same time as you both reach for the ball. your fingers brush; the world pauses, waits, holds its breath.

“daiiichiiii! c’mon! we’re waiting for you!”

he jerks up, blinking as if pulling himself out of a daydream. he looks behind him to his waving friends. when he looks back at you, you’re already turning back to your book, the pages lined and dogearred. something inside him cracks, ever so slightly, as he takes a step back, and then two, clears his throat and dips his head.

“thanks again.”

you chance him another glance as he jogs back to his friends. you look down half a second before he looks back at you.

01. in another universe, you meet over a spilled coffee, the autumn leaves falling around you both, the air just chilly enough to paint your breaths in silvery white, spiraling up towards a gunmetal sky.

“shit — sorry — oh…”

you look up first, sting of the hot coffee still nipping at your fingertips, him reaching out to hand you a wad of crumpled tissue before he realizes and jerks back, his cheeks flushing as he fumbles to grab a fresh piece. you feel the laughter bubbling out of you like freshly poured champagne.

“it’s okay — you can just buy me another.”

it takes him a second to process, and by the time he does, someone else has scoffed and stepped around you both up to the counter to place their order.

“oh. sure, yeah — but i’ve — well —” he glances down at his watch. you feel your heart sink inside you, ever so slightly.

“no, it’s fine. go, i can just get it myself —”

“no! no —” his voice is too loud, making a few people jump as they frown and look over, disapproving and uncertain of the two bumbling, awkward teenagers holding up the line in the middle of the coffee shop.

“please,” he says, “let me buy you another.”

you blush and nod, even as his phone buzzes with some kind of message. he quickly taps out a reply before shoving the phone back into his pocket and joining you.

“yeah, alright.”

02. in another universe, you grow up together, screaming and laughing and crying together, spending every birthday at each other’s house, every win and loss by each other’s side.

“ugh! this is so stupid! why can’t i just ask him out?!” you shove your face into daichi’s pillow, thumping your legs against his bed. it smells like him, you think, this whole place does. but then again, it kind of smells like you too.

daichi sighs, glancing at you from over your problem set, his mechanical pencil poised over the multiple choice answers.

question 4 — if a tree falls in the middle of a forest (if a boy like a girl and never tells), does the falling tree still make a sound? (does the boy still get his heart broken?)

“do you want me to do it for you?”

you turn your head to stare at him, your heart right on the tip of your tongue — what if you asked me out instead?

“no.”

daichi looks back at the problem set, “then, what are you gonna do?”

you lick your lips, “can i… practice?”

“practice what?”

“asking him out.”

daichi slowly circles option d (all of the above) before putting his pencil down and turning to face you.

“sure. why not.”

you grin as hop down onto the floor of his bedroom, the pair of you facing each other. you take a long breath and open your mouth.

03. in another universe, you are both heartbroken people.

“he wasn’t ready.”

“she had… someone else.”

you purse your lips, your cheeks pink from the three shots of shochu you’d just had. outside, the winter storm shows no signs of stopping. beside you, daichi swirls around his second glass of whiskey.

“well, she was an idiot.” you turn to grin at him, your body feeling warm and loose and ready.

he turns to you with glazed over eyes and cold-bitten lips and you feel yourself falling. not for the first time.

“well, he was too.”

the bartender refills both your drinks and you raise your glasses. the shochu stings; the whiskey burns. when you both set down your empty glasses, you cock your head at him and he flashes you a lopsided smile.

“uhm…” he bites his lips, still a bit too shy. you fight the urge to lean forward and bite it for him.

you flash him your most charming smile, “wanna get outta here?”

daichi hiccups, his eyes going wide. a second later, he slams down a bill on the counter and pulls you to him.

“y-yeah. let’s get outta here.”

03. in that universe, you stumble back to your apartment, but by time you get there, you are no longer strangers. his hands are cold, yes — but your skin is hot, and the way he groans against your lips sets your entire soul on fire. he’s a bit too gentle as he undresses you, but you nip at his lips, hiss against his skin, and tell him that you want him to show you everything she never got to see.

he growls in his chest, shoves you back against your bedroom door and tears your underwear from you with his teeth.

he makes you come three times before letting himself go, his forehead pressed to yours, your fingers laced, palm to palm, his hips bruising as he thrusts into you, panting, the moonlight spilling down over his back like liquid silver. and like this, all you can see is the shape of him, his broad shoulders, his short hair —

“d-dai-ichi! please!”

you feel yourself clench around him, the white-hot pleasure punching through you as he fucks you through your release, his breath hot against your shoulder even as you twitch around him.

“f-fuck… nngh —”

you puff out a breath as you feel him jerk against you, his arms shaking as he fights to hold himself up, before you wrap your arms around him and tug him close, grinning into the mess of his hair as he collapses over you.

“so…” you ask, after a few minutes of ragged breaths, a few seconds of collecting the scatted pieces of yourselves from across the twisted bedsheets, “what was she like?”

daichi shakes his head, turning to look at you with a crooked smile, “i… honestly, i don’t remember.”

you grin, turning to face him completely, “good… i don’t remember him either.”

02. in that universe, you sit across from him on his bedroom floor, your fists clenched in your lap, him sitting directly across from you. your multiple choice worksheets lay forgotten on the floor by the foot of the bed. outside, the spring sways on the barely blooming peach blossoms, collecting dew in the warming night air.

“uhm — so, i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while…” you say, looking anywhere but at daichi’s face.

daichi feels his stomach clench, his heart skitter and thump, a raw, wild, bewildered thing, untamed and untamable as it tumbles inside his chest.

“yes?” he tries to keep his voice steady. he’s not sure if he succeeds.

you force yourself to look up at him, finally. finally.

(if a girl finally, finally, admits her feelings, does she have the power to heal a broken heart?)

“i — i know we’ve grown up together, and we’ve always been best friends —”

“mhm, yeah,” daichi nods, forcing himself through the paces. he has to do this, he has to do this for her. but —

“but if — somewhere along the line… i think — i think i started to have feelings for you — and i know, i know it’s weird — but… i don’t think i could forgive myself if i didn’t… if i didn’t at least try…”

you squeeze your eyes shut and lower your eye, bending at the waist till your nose is three inches from the floor of daichi’s bedroom.

daichi stares, his mind unwilling, perhaps unable, to process everything you’d just said.

(wait, i thought — i thought she was talking about someone else! i thought —)

“daichi… will you go out with me?”

01. in that universe, he writes his number on the coffee slip right before he hands you your brand new drink.

“thanks… you didn’t need to do that,” you blush, taking the coffee, letting it’s warmth seep through your fingers as you both walk to the door.

“yeah, but… i wanted to,” he says, grinning as he turns to look at you, his own cheeks dusted in the color of falling leaves.

“well… i’m glad you did.”

you take a long sip of your coffee, letting the sweet and bitter burn through you, letting the shifting winds blow loose your hair, kiss passed your own insecurities. but daichi’s phone’s already ringing again, and you content yourself with watching him fumble as he answers, stuttering into the receiver.

“suga! i’m coming, i’m coming! i just —” he ducks as he cover his mouth, hissing into the mic something that sounds suspiciously like ‘met a super cute girl and gave her my number’.

you laugh as he raises a hand to wave at you, half-skipping, half-jogging down the street.

“call me, okay?” he shouts, motioning with his hand, miming up to his other ear even as he almost smashes into a couple walking down the street in the other way.

“okay!” you call back, laughing as you look down at the hastily scribbled number on the coffee slip.

00. in this universe, you slam your book shut, jolting to your feet. somewhere in the distance, the cicadas are chirruping loud enough to drown out the rushing tides of destiny.

“u-uhm — sorry, excuse me!” you shout, so loud that he nearly trips over his own feet.

“h-ha?” he looks back at you, all amber eyes and sunset smiles and in the flicker of a moment, both of you wonder if you can see the stray strands of a hundred thousand universes playing out in the spaces between you.

“what’s your name?” you ask, your fingers digging into the flesh of your own palms. and somehow, you already know the answer.

behind him, daichi’s friends hoot and holler.

he blushes, clutching the volleyball to his chest as he takes a breath. he scratches the back of his head as he looks away and looks back.  this time, your eyes catch, perfect, shocking, present tense.

“sawamura… daichi.”

[napakmahal]

Good Looking Boy (Pt 2 to Normal Girl)

Hey, so let’s pretend I didn’t fly off the face of a Earth on not update for like a month but part two is finally here. Enjoy

Tadashi was not doing well. He felt like shit and looked like it too. Ever since your argument, Tadashi had started going through a medium-grade depression. You two didn’t break up, and you still took him out after his hearing but something was off and he hated it. For the first time in history, Tadashi’s clothes were blocking the door to the boys’ bathroom. Hiro pulled on the door handle but the clothes and other crap were making it difficult to open.

“When are you gonna clean your side of the room?” He asked out of breath with a cramped hand.

Tadashi didn’t respond and just pulled his comforter closer to him indulging in shitty reality T.V. When Tadashi goes through seasonal depression, he doesn’t want to watch anything that feels like he’s working. He doesn’t want to watch a murder mystery that requires him to remember tiny nuanced details from the first episode or anything philosophical that would make him think. Enter reality television, it’s dumb, effortless, entertaining, and has in-depth recaps of what happened in case he missed something in the episode before. Hiro hadn’t realized how bad it was until he got home one day from school.

Tadashi was staring at his laptop while chewing on a piece of anti-headache mint gum. (mint helps with headaches)

“What are you watching?” Hiro untied his shoes and threw them into an unidentified corner.

“Vanderpump rules.”

It was like Hiro could hear horror movie music start playing in his ears behind someone screaming “I WASN’T YOUR BEST FRIEND HOE!” It was then he finally decided to call all of Tadashi’s friends, he needed assistance. He already had to watch his older brother self-destructively indulge in The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Love Island every winter and he wasn’t sure either of them could take anymore.

That afternoon, Wasabi pulled up in his yellow Volkswagen with the rest of their friends. Hiro had asked them to drive around the back to the garage and meet him inside the garage. Once they were all inside, Hiro made sure to shut the door and gave everyone a small can of iced tea so they’d have something to spit out at the news.

“Okay, so why have we been summoned?” Fred cracked his can open.

Hiro took a deep breath, “Tadashi’s been watching reality shows, and it’s not December.”

“Shit, is he okay?” Gogo ran her hands through her short layered hair.

Honey urged, “Yeah what happened?”

“Have you guys ever met y/n?” Hiro brought his voice levels down. The entire group nodded, referring to meeting you at a karaoke bar where you were Tadashi’s plus one. “Alright well, I haven’t and neither has my aunt.”

“So?” Wasabi shrugged like it was no big deal because it really didn’t sound like a big deal.

“Sooo, she came by like last week and we had no clue who she was. I don’t know what happened but I know Tadashi and her got into some kind of fight and things are weird now.”

“Did they break up!?” Honey gasped.

“No, they still talk but it’s mad weird.”

Gogo pushed, “Weird, how?”

“Like they talk like strangers. ‘Hey, how are you?’ ‘Good, you?’ ‘Good, what are you doing?’ ‘Nothing, just bored. ‘Me too” over and over again.” Hiro wasn’t exactly a relationship therapist but he knew that was not normal for a girlfriend and a boyfriend that has been together as long as they had to talk to each other like that.

“Did you call her?” Fred leaned forward in his chair.

“Psh, no.” Hiro scoffed.

Wasabi asked, “Why not?”

“Because I don’t know her like that!”

Fair enough response. They knew something was going down with Tadashi when he stopped joining their group calls claiming to always be ‘tired’ and when he started leaving the lab hours earlier so he could go straight home and rot in his room. They tried, but nothing seemed to work, and he wouldn’t tell them the problem. He just didn’t want to depress anybody.

“Honestly,” Honey sighed. “I think we have to call her because I’m not so sure there’s anything we can do about it. It’s a problem between them.”

“But they do talk and it’s not going anywhere.” Hiro countered.

Wasabi backed up Honey’s point by saying, “That’s more like conversing, actually talking would be totally different.”

That night, Hiro snuck to the side of Tadashi’s room and typed in his passcode (Tadashi’s phone passcode is Hiro’s birthday and his wallpaper is an old picture of 5-year-old him sitting between his parents in the hospital bed holding onto baby Hiro with the help of his dad.) But his home screen is a picture of you two brushing your teeth in the mirror making faces with toothpaste foam all over your mouths. Hiro clicked on the messages app and sent a text.

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This was so depressing. You'd been listening to a playlist with 800 different moods to it while you did your makeup to go absolutely nowhere. You hadn’t been exactly normal since the whole ‘my boyfriend didn’t tell your family about me’ thing. He’d reiterated to you that talking about boyfriends and girlfriends in the Hamada house is odd and uncalled for. You understood but still, something was off. This was the longest time you two hadn’t slept over, or just sat in your car talking for hours. You missed your boyfriend so much. But every time you talked to him it was so awkward like he was still feeling guilty over what happened. Sure it hurt but you’d accepted it and they knew you now. You’re grown, learning to accept things with peace is part of growing up. Plus it was just a familial thing and Tadashi loved his family so much. He makes fun of Hiro endlessly but he would rather die than have anything happen to him, he paid his aunt’s light bill without her knowing because he felt bad after seeing her on the phone with a tax collector, and he misses his parents so much. Once he was having a hard time picking out a suit he could wear to an internship he felt overwhelmed and he said “If my dad was here he’d help me.” Still, it still seemed Tadashi was holding back in all of your conversations.

You finished up your double-winged eyeliner and just as you were about to change Hit em up to Something Stupid, your phone dinged. Both your wallpaper and home screen was the picture a stranger took of you, your mom, and Tadashi at your mom’s graduation.

T

Hey, can we talk?

You texted back: Like rn?

T

No, in person.

Fuck. That’s never a good sign. But yet you just said: Ok, when?”

T

Tomorrow, my place. There's an opening on the side where the garage is. Knock.

These tiny sentences were starting to confuse you. Tadashi didn’t text in small sentences. He was the person who wrote grammatically correct paragraphs in text. Usually when he planned things he would tell where what time, when, where, and why he wanted to meet up. So this was starting to scare you. Regardless, you agreed to meet in person. You took off your makeup and tried to get as much sleep as possible.

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Tadashi wasn’t looking much better the next day. He came down from their room hours after Hiro did. It wasn’t uncommon for Tadashi to sleep in his boxers, especially in the warmer months. But he usually puts on shorts or sweatpants before coming down. Not this time.Hiro was mid-sip of his daily emergen-c (he suffers from low vitamin C) when he saw his older brother looking like he got hit by a cable car walking down the stairs. Hair a mess, wearing a plain white shirt, his blue and white boxers, and eyes like bruised shopping bags. He looked like something Mochi coughed up.

“Good morning.” Hiro said warily.

Tadashi just groaned in response and leaned past him to get to the vitamin cabinet. When he reached to grab the large container of calcium vitamins, Hiro backed the hell up.

“Bro,” Hiro nearly whispered in disbelief. “When’s the last time you showered?”

Tadashi still said nothing and just shot his brother a dirty look. He took his calcium pill and went back upstairs to their room. It wasn’t until he sat down on his bed and stared off into space for a moment that he’d come to the realization.

“Fuck, I need to shower.” He whispered to himself.

He grabbed somewhat presentable clothes and his designated towel and went into the bathroom. Now, for those who don’t really understand depression, this may seem gross. But for a moment, Tadashi just leaned on the door and took a tired breath. Just the thought of exerting roughly 600 muscles to step into a shower, turn on the water, and scrub his entire body for roughly fifteen minutes just to scrub off bodily-secreted toxins made him feel really fucking exhausted. But he did it in the same way he did it when he wasn’t going through a depressive episode. Warm water for skin and cold water for hair. He remembered how appalled you were at seeing him just step into lukewarm water to shower and laughed when he hissed at how hot your average water temperature was.

He missed his girlfriend so much.

Tadashi just let the water run over his head without doing anything at all for like 2 minutes.

“This is so depressing.” He muttered to himself.

Some may think, ‘Dude just take a shower and quit being gross. You’re too old for this shit’ and the truth is, he’s thinking the exact same thing. So he reached for his green tea hair wash and instead of taking a normal shower, he took an everything one. It was tiring and he felt like toppling over and just rotting on the cold porcelain of the shower floor every second he was in there. But by the end at least he felt clean and smelled like classic male body wash.

Meanwhile, the time you were supposed to arrive was getting closer. Hiro was watching the clock profusely as he looked at his aunt who was just watching the Food Network and petting Mochi in her lap.

“Can we go to the mall?” He improvised.

“The mall? For what?” She looked back at him.

Shit. He needed to say something that would actually urge her to take him. “I want to look at new shoes!”

It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Hiro had been wearing the same shoes for years and the soles were detaching from the actual shoe part. The old laces were so messed up he was using the laces from a pair that didn’t fit Tadashi anymore. Why did he have to be one of the only teenage boys not obsessed with shoes?

So when he asked to look at new shoes to get, she jumped at the chance. Screaming at the top of the stairs that she was taking Hiro to the store while Tadashi finished showering.

Once they left, a feeling of satisfaction filled Hiro’s chest as he saw your car stop at the red light closest to the cafe. They drove off and you got closer to the cafe. Usually when someone texts you ‘Hey can we talk’ they’re usually about to drop an absolute bomb on them. Was he planning on breaking up with you? Shit. Maybe you could give him as many reasons you could think of and he’d change his mind? Or maybe he didn’t want to break up at all. Maybe he just wanted to see you in person. Regardless of the reason you were sweating bullets.

You walked over to the garage and started knocking on the door for him to open. You could hear him rushing towards the side door.

“What did you forget-” He opened the door expecting to see Hiro. Instead there you were with a look of concern and slight discomfort on your face. He stared at you as little droplets of water from his hair dribbled down his neck and soaked into his shirt. “H-Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Umm, you texted me.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Tadashi reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Had the days blended together so badly that he couldn’t even remember making plans to meet up with you? When he opened his messages with you, he knew exactly what happened. He didn’t text like that but you know who did? Hiro.

“Fucking Hiro.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair.

“That makes more sense.” You let out a breathy laugh. “S-so do you like want me to go home, orrrr?”

Tadashi yelped a little too loudly, “No!- um, no. I don’t want you to leave, unless you want to go home.”

“No I’ll stay.”

Tadashi invited you inside and sat down at the kitchen island to just sit, silently thanking divine intervention for him taking a shower before you got there . A few beats and declined beverage offers later he spoke up. “So how are you?”

“Okay,” You nearly slapped your hand over your forehead. The two of you could not live like this anymore. “Tadashi, what are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” He froze.

“Just we aren’t on the same page. And that’s not us, we’re always on the same page. It’s like we’re strangers to each other. I don’t want to feel like a stranger to my boyfriend.”

Tadashi immediately went into panic mode and started reassuring you. “You’re not a stranger to me and I’m so sorry I’m making you feel that way I just-”

He stopped. You knew about his winter bouts of depression but you didn’t know the extent of how often they could happen. Nobody did. Tadashi wasn’t one to burden people and if he thought he could handle it he wouldn’t bother ask for help. He never asked for help doing projects, never asked for a ride to school, never asked Aunt Cass to turn in a library book for him. He probably should have told you about his new episode, you’d understand he knows you would and thinking about it he can’t really come up with a good reason for not telling you. Because the phrase “I just didn’t want to bother you” is horseshit no matter how true it is.

Your voice got softer as you leaned forward and touched your hand to his. “What’s wrong.”

“It’s back,” He whispered so quietly you could barely hear him. “Since our fight it’s been back and it’s getting worse.”

He didn’t need to say what “it” was. If it was seasonal depression he would call it that but it wasn’t. It was the kind of thing he got whenever his parents death anniverys came or when he just woke up randomly and couldn’t even muster up enough every to roll out of bed and onto the floor.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You cooed at him gently.

I just didn’t want to bother you. But he didn’t say that out loud, instead he just shrugged his shoulders and felt his eyes start to sting with tears. “I-I’m sorry.”

You were going to cry. You leaned forward and gave him a hug, his head resting in the nook of your neck. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Are you doing okay?”

He answered honestly. “Not really, but I’m feeling better.”

You two sat there engluphed together in silence as he listened to your pulse and you ran your fingertips up and down his spine.

Oh my good looking boy.

“Oh no, you know what I just realized.” You said still holding him close to you.

He muttered into your skin, “What?”

“We just had a communication fight.”

Fuck, you’d never had one of those before. Sure you’d get into arguments but you’d never had a problem because of a lack of communication until now. Even though you swore you would never be one of those couples. Shit just happens.

Maybe it was because he thought it was funny, or because you were the one to say it, or it was both but Tadashi started laughing. Truly laughing for the first time in weeks. His back heaved up and down as he laughed until he lifted his head from your neck and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, so much.” He whispered, loud enough just for you. Only for you.

You ran your thumbs over the skin on his face. “I love you too, okay? Always will, remember that.”

You’ll fight again eventually over whatever. But something had changed since then. Whatever it was you doubted that you would ever run into a communication problem again.

Hours later when Hiro and Aunt Cass came home they found you and Tadashi laying on the floor next to piles of folded clothes. You’d been working to help him clean his side of the room, and a three part murder mystery playing in the background.

[bubzebii]

We all have cravings

Yan! Mikey x reader

This is kinda like a part two for the Yan Mikey hc I made. Also just know this is strictly fiction, I do NOT support this Irl if you do please seek help. This is my contribution to horrortober ig. I did not proof read this at all so I hope u enjoy my brain rot.

Tw: build up, poor writing, blood, kidnapping, yandere themes, cannibalistic themes, anxiety, panic attacks, nonconsensual touching (nonsexual), overall bad time for y/n

I hate my job. Customer service is bitch in a half, I swear to god customer service employees are doing gods work. I can’t even wipe tables in piece without some lady yelling at me about how her frappe has too much ice like it’s a global issue. What’s worse is how I spend 8 hours of my life for this, I need a better job.

Walking down the slightly empty streets of New York, my body aching for my beloved bed. I look at the shops as I walk by, absorbing all the trinkets and doodads inside. One place though, stopped me in my tracks, a quaint little bakery near by an alleyway. the inside had a golden glow to it, it was almost unreal, beautiful, and the smell was amazing.

so as any normal young adult would do, I walk in, not knowing what I want to buy. I instantly feel regret setting inside my stomach, why did I walk in? Oh god I can’t just leave without buying anything, maybe they didn’t noticed I walked in? Looking around right as that thought sped through my mind, I made eye contact with the baker, they greeted me, but god of course they saw me.

Well due to social obligation, I HAVE to buy something. Panic started to rise as I still have no idea what to buy, knowing the baker isn’t even rushing me, the panic is still there. Just as I thought all hope was lost, I felt another pair of eyes on me. Turning I see a man in a trench coat and fedora, staring at me through the glass like I’m one of the wonders of the world. Weirdo. We make eye context for a second before he snaps out of it, and stumbles inside.

Thank god, an out I thought as the man walked closer to the counter. “You can order first if you’d like, Im still deciding.” We made eye contact again, despite the added difficulty the fedora he was wearing made. “Wow, thanks stranger! You know this place has some delicious raspberry sweet rolls! I totally recommend them if you haven’t tried any!” Sweet rolls? As a recommendation? This dude just keeps getting weirder and weirder, but considering I don’t know what else to get, I might as well try it, what’s the harm? “Hmm that does sound tempting, maybe I will” making sure to add a smile after, the man seems to beam at my remark. “Trust me, they are AMAZING especially with some chamomile tea and vanilla scones”

Pfft- What are you? A rich old white British lady? “Pfft hahahah! Good one, it really does sound like I am huh?” He continues to laugh even harder as the “joke” sets in as I stare in shock and horror. Did I really just say that out loud? “My names Mikey, what’s yours stranger?” He says while wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh uhm- y/n” were doing introductions now I guess. “Well y/n it’s nice to meet you” holding his hand out, I didn’t fail to notice the green skin and the three fingers outstretched towards me.

Oh my god, what the hell?! An excuse, think of an excuse. “We should probably order, don’t wanna hold up the line” good one me. He looks behind us and I follow suit; low and behold, no one else of course. He chuckles before turning back to me and says, “I guess you have a point”. Retracting his hand he turns to the cashier and places his order. The cashier told him that he’s gonna have to wait for 20 minutes for it to be ready, Mikey nods and turns to me before asking the cashier for those raspberry sweet rolls. Oh god-

“Oh can you make those separate?” I sputter before Mikey quickly answers, “I insist, I don’t want you to waste your money if you don’t like it!” Convincing argument plus free food? You win this round “Mikey”.

After paying Mikey and I go to sit down at a nearby booth. Maybe I have him pegged wrong my mind started rationalizing. Maybe it’s a medical condition? We sat for a good minute in silence as I’m overthinking per usual. “So, what do plan to do with a whole loaf of zope bread?” I say to avoid the loud thoughts buzzing through my head. “Oh! Well I was planning on making it myself but I might as well try this places zone, I’m planning on pairing it with some-“ before he can continue, the cashier called out the raspberry sweet rolls to catch out attention.

I got the rolls and walked back to the booth. “Well, here’s my order”

…

“So…see ya…”

Before I could even take a step though, Mikey shot up “whaaat?! B-but you didn’t even try it! I want to see if you like it or not!” He stared at me with pleading eyes, like a dog begging it’s human for a treat. Why is he so invested in this? “I didn’t think you’d want to know my feedback..” “well duhhh, I recommend it to you, I just have to know i hit the nail on the head!” Oh… well whatever it takes to leave faster. I grabbed a roll and popped it in my mouth, it was EXPLODING with flavor. I think Mikey could tell with the knowing smirk that spread across his face.

After that we started talking more in the restaurant, I got to know him more. Apparently he has three more brothers, when he made me guess which one he was, it wasn’t hard to tell he’s the youngest. Eventually his order was done, disappointment sent in me because, well, this was actually a pleasant interaction with a not so total stranger. Acquaintance if you will. By the time his order was ready, I already ate all the rolls, so I guess this is it.

“It was nice meeting you, I didn’t really plan staying out this late.” I said as we walked out, the sky nearly dark. “It was reallyyy nice meeting you too, you know…” he stated reaching in his pocket. “If you need any more expert cooking advice, give me a call!”

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That should’ve been it, but noooo, I just HAD to call back, we just HAD to get to know each other more, he just HAD to show me his “secret” identity…I just HAD to fall in love…no..for his tricks

It all started with food, a fucking roll no less. He fed me and like a wild animal I kept coming back. I ignored all the red flags, all my friends concerns, not noticing how they quickly left my life after venting to Mikey about them. I kept coming back for more like a dumb dumb animal.

But now here I am, a small closet with one twin bed and barren walls, no fan or vent. What did I do to deserve this? What avengers level threat did I cause to end up here? There’s barely anything to do besides relive old mistakes and sweat. Dare I say it, I even miss my job and being a useful member of society.

The door finally opened the reveal the devil himself, Mikey. But somethings off…I’ve been here long enough to read Mikey’s face like a book. He looks nervous, like he wants something nervous… fear started to creep within me, what did he want now?

Usually he brings stuff in like crafts or food and water, but this time, it’s just him. Closing the door behind him, he speaks. “Hi my Angel…” a grimace grew on my face. That nickname used to make me swoon, but now it makes me want to throw up. “I have a very important question to ask you”

This was the question that ruined my life…and I thought it couldn’t get any worse… he wanted me…ME. To… just the thought is making me gag- EAT HIM. LITERALLY. The thoughts in my head started swarming me, his justifications and explanations fall on deaf ears as the room swirls around me. He gently grabs my forearms snapping me back, since when did I start crying? I can’t even breath right, I feel like I’m drowning.

“Listen, I know it sounds really really REALLY crazy, but I need you to trust me… you’ll be okay. This will be good for us! We’ll be together all the time isn’t that great?” No, it’s not great, far from it actually. “I won’t force you to do it now of course, take your time, I’ll wait, I’ll always wait for you”

Ever since then, no matter how much I stalled, it was only putting off the inevitable. No matter what I did, it never swayed him. Actually, it did, but not how I would’ve wanted. He started giving me less and less to eat. It started off small with a few less portions, but I never noticed the twitch in his smile whenever I put down his encouragement to chomp on his arm. He started giving less portions and no breakfast anymore, id be lucky if he gave me dinner.

Im hungry, starving even. It hurts, it hurts so so much. He would always come in more often, lifting his arm and encouraging me to bite. “Come on, you can do it baby”. It pisses me off. How dare you kidnap me after I gave you my trust. How dare you put me in a cramped tiny room, having to solely rely on you for everything. HOW DARE YOU force me to break EVERYTHING I thought was RIGHT all while you look at me and TELL ME YOU LOVE ME.

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I hate you. I failed to notice hot tears running down my face. I hate you. I also failed to notice how hard I shook, how my teeth grinding against each other until it hurt. FUCKING I HATE YOU

Red, it’s all I can see. I used laughing when any character in media say they saw red, can you blame me? It sounds so…dumb, but I get it now. I understand, how ironic. Apparently, I could..taste red too…

Snapping back to reality a brick of drowsiness crashes down onto me, I must’ve had some high adrenaline because my jaw started hurting like a bitch. Liquid runs down my jaw, it’s warm..fresh. Why do I feel something on my tongue-

Shock slaps me in the face, my eyes go as wide as saucers, what have I done?? Looking up at Mikey I see the sheer amount of euphoria in his face, his eyes holding so much love, it might spill out. I need this thing out of me, I need HIM out. I gag trying to spit it out but he quickly puts his hand on my mouth. “you can do it, swallow quickly, it’ll all be over, your doing amazing” I don’t even think before swallow the lump down. The worst part about this whole experience was feeling the lump of meat slide down my throat and plop into my stomach. My mouth instantly starts salivating, and I’m forced to question if it’s because of the hunger still in me or the sheer amount of disgust and horror in me trying to throw it up while Mikey whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

Everything is too much. The air is too hot, too heavy, too wet. It feels horrible on my skin. It’s too noisy, to crowded, too much. Mikey only hugs me tight to his chest, his arm still bleeding , all while I lean in considering how it’s the only comfort I’ll get out of this hell hole. “I knew you’d trust me…I love you.. so so sooo much. I’ll never leave your side. We’re bound together as one, isn’t that great?”

All I could do was sob violently, slowly passing out, everything slowly fading to black.

[frightenedcricket]

DECAY. PT 2: Bring back the pieces.

Noah Sebastian x OC. Angst+fluff.

Summary: Abby is trying to get back to her feet, but her lifestyle sometimes makes it difficult, even with Noah by her side. Part 1: The Fall.

Note: have you seen Normal People?! It altered my brain chemistry and I can't promise I didn't get inspiration from it. It's a long piece.

Warnings: talks about alcoholism; probably poorly written therapy sessions; talking about sex life and having problems with it, unhealthy habits, explicit; talking about S. A., IT DOESN'T HAPPEN, it's only reffered, nothing explicit.

Folio got up as soon as she appeared. Her eyes were puffy and her nose red.

"Hey"

"Hi"

Abby hugged him as soon as she reached him.

"Wow, are you okay?"

"It was hard"

She had been at her first A. A. meeting. Her therapist, had recommended to go to one as soon as she could. So Matt help her find one in the next cities.

Folio caressed her hair gently. "We have tacos for dinner" He said awkwardly.

"You are the best" Abby pulled back with a smile he quickly reciprocated. "Thank you for being here, Nick"

"Oh, we are besties"

She giggled. "We are"

One of the first things her therapist, Olivia, had told her was to find support. She had Noah, but Olivia had insisted. It wasn't just Noah. She couldn't put all her weight in just one person. Not when that person was the one she saw a future with. So she looked around and found that even when Noah was her biggest comfort, there was a bunch of idiots ready to help her when needed.

"Let's go. Dinner waits"

The worst part about recovery was having to do it on tour. Matt had insisted she could take time off. But in the end this was her life. This was what she had. She had tools and Olivia had told her what to do, how to start. So she tried to keep it all in mind.

"Guys" She said after an awkward silence. "You don't have to behave differently. Really. I'm fine"

"Are you sure? We are fine drinking just water." Bryan said. It was obvious they had talked about her. They all had the same responses and always talk in plurar.

"Really." She took a deep breath. "I want to live a normal life. I'm not some broken doll, okay. I'm not doing my best but... I'm working on it"

Noah moved his leg until it touched hers under the table. His warmth was so welcomed.

"I appreciate that you guys worry about me. I'm so happy to have you in my life. You are the best thing I have right now and... Yeah, I just want to go on with it"

"Okay, no special treatment" Noah said. He was proud of her. It hadn't been long, but for now she was doing so well.

"Oh so... Back on stage building duties then." Matt said smirking.

"Oh C'mon..." She groaned. "It's been years!"

They all laughed loudly.

"You were what? 19? And pretending to know what you were doing. OMG. You did that well, though"

"Remember when I hit the pedal and half drum set just boom! On the floor"

She was laughing and half hiding against Noah. It was years ago and they still love to bring that back.

It seemed to work. They slowly went back to normal. But as the days she started to find it more difficult.

"Here"

"Cookies"

Noah sat next to her in the sofa. "Yeah. Sweets. I have seen you"

Abby looked down and grabbed the bag. She really wanted a drink. It was a strange feeling. She wasn't thirsty or anything. But she kept thinking about it. She liked beer. She liked how it tasted and trying different kinds. But right now it wasn't about that. They were having the cheapest beers they found.

"It's weird" She muttered to Noah. "I just... Do you ever hate your brain?"

Noah put an arm around her shoulders.

"Kind of. I think I have that under bay now"

She sighed and nested into his side.

"I'm hating it so much right now. It's making me anxious."

Noah looked down at her. "Do you want to go somewhere or..."

"Uh no. It's fine. I would like one of those, that's all"

Noah grabbed her chin and made her look up.

"That's not gonna happen, Abby. Not if I'm here."

She bit her lip and moved his hand away. She couldn't look at him in the eyes. He was right and she knew it. Olivia had told her to avoid those situations in which she would usually drink. But she didn't want to.

"Let me walk you to the bus. You'll be better there. You can go to sleep or watch a show."

She gripped his clothes hard, as if he was going to push her away.

"No"

"Abby..."

"Listen, Noah. If I go there, I'll be alone. And I'll think. And I don't want to think because it... It's scary, Noah"

Noah nodded. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry" He muttered. But there was a weird taste on his mouth. It was that feeling again. If he wasn't there, would she be okay?

.......................................................................

"So, Abby. How is Noah?"

Abby felt the heat going up to her cheeks.

"Uh... Good. I think"

"How is it going? Your relationship"

"W-we are not together."

Abby was frowning, Olivia was full aware of this. Why was she asking?

"I know. But how do you feel about it?"

"Good"

"I need you to elaborate, Abby"

Oh god, I hate this.

"Hmm... I feel strange when I'm around him." She cleared his throat. "I love him... And we are closer than we were... But... I'm scared. It hasn't gone away. It's still there"

She felt the knot on her throat building. It was a common feeling recently.

"Okay... And what are you exactly scared of?"

"I'm not sure"

"Have you had any kind of intimacy with him?"

"No"

"Does it scare you?"

Abby looked down at the keyboard as his fingertip moved across the letters.

"Not sex. Sex doesn't scare me. It's more... The intimacy."

"Being alone with him?"

"Yeah"

"Have you been?"

"No"

"Why?"

"There is always someone around. It's difficult on tour"

"Okay. I understand." Olivia made a pause - quite dramatic if you asked Abby. "Does Noah know about anything we talk about?"

"A bit. Uh... I told them all about the meetings and how I would deal with the alcohol."

"We'll talk about the others in another moment, Abby. I need you to focus on Noah"

Abby pressed her lips together. She was getting tired.

"What do you want me to say? What should I tell him? That he was right? That I was treated like shit? Because of him?"

Olivia sighed.

"No, Abby. You are dealing with two issues right now..."

"I'm dealing with one and avoiding other"

Abby knew it wasn't right. She was just being a bitch. But she didn't want to talk about this. She wanted to be able to sit with her friends and not need a fucking drink.

"You are not avoiding anything. You have a problem with you sex life. You have unhealthy habits. Stopping having sex for a while is not avoiding it."

Abby ran her hands over her hair.

"You didn't have sex because you enjoyed. Right?"

"Right"

"Why did you?"

"Because... Because if I was with someone else I wasn't with Noah"

"And why didn't you want to be with Noah?"

She already knew why. She was only making her repeat it.

"Because if I never have him, I'll never loose him"

The first tear fell.

"But you have him now. Noah seems like a good guy. He understands the place you are in and he is willing to wait for you. He wants you to get better."

"How would help me sleeping with him?"

"It's not just sleeping with him. It's getting closer to him. You should start talking to him. You trust him. You rely on him."

Abby bit her lip. "If I tell him he may not want to be with me anymore. I did disgusting things"

Olivia smiled. There it was what she was looking for.

"How are you so sure?"

Abby went silent. She didn't have an answer for that.

"Abby, I want you to talk to Noah this week. Tell him something you feel comfortable enough. If you don't want to open up about your sex life just yet, wait. Start with something easy"

"There is nothing easy enough"

"I know. But some things are less difficult than others"

Abby dried her tears. "Okay. I'm sorry I snapped."

"It's fine. We are working on that"

"We are"

"Also... Try to not push help away. If anyone offers something you need, take it. Okay?"

"Okay"

"Have a nice week, Abby. And remember you can call me after the meeting"

"Yeah, thank you so much"

When Abby closed her laptop she thee herself forward and hid her face on her arms. She doesn't know for how long she stayed there but her throat was dry and her head hurt like shit. She had been crying.

How do I tell Noah?

Noah noticed a shift in her and it terrified him.

"Do you think Abby is behaving differently?" He asked Folio quietly one night. They were outside the bus waiting for the others to use the restroom.

"Um... No. Have you noticed something?"

Noah ran his fingers through his hair.

"She is different. But I don't know if it's only me. We-we talked and... We agreed to wait and all. I think we were doing fine and now she... I don't know. She has been been avoiding me."

"Avoiding you?"

Noah nodded.

"Maybe... I thought you may know something"

"No, man. I'm sorry. You know how she is..."

Noah hated that. He hated that Abby had to keep everything from them. She would never open up about any problem. She would aways say she was fine. If they wanted to start a relationship, she would need to stop that. Noah couldn't read minds.

"I thought we would get close but... It's almost the opposite"

"Noah... Maybe she needs time, she is going through a hard time"

"And she needs help. She can't just hide everything. It will only make everything worst, Nick"

"Just maybe..." Nick took a deep breath. "I'm horrible with this things, like the worst. But maybe you could try to do more couple things"

"We are not together"

"Yeah, but you swore eachother to wait until better times and confessed your undying love for each other"

"We- we did not, idiot" Noah pushed the drummer playfully. "We had a short conversation in a café."

"Well, same thing"

Noah saw movement from the corner of his eye. There she was. Abby always said she was lucky because whenever they stopped to use the bathroom and was their teeth, she was alone and didn't have to share with a bunch of guys. With her bag under her arm and dressed in a big hoodie she had probably stolen from the merch boxes, she walked to them. There was a smile on her face.

"Hey" She said softly. She had the hood on but her hair peeked out of it. She looked damn cute. "Why are you here? It's cold"

"I was telling Noah about a show"

"Is it horrible?" Abby asked Noah with a cheeky smile.

"No, no. He is right this time. Blue eye samurai"

"Oh! It has been on my list for months"

"Noah hasn't watch it either. I don't know what the hell you are waiting for"

Abby looked at Noah. He seemed tired. She knew he had been worried. She could see it in the way he always kept an eye on her. And she knew she had been avoiding him. It was on purpose. Again. But she was thinking. She was trying to come up with a way to tell him. Or to start telling him.

Abby didn't miss how Folio nudged Noah only a second before he spoke.

"Do you want to watch it?"

"I- uh... Now?"

"Well now or tomorrow. If you are tired..."

"I'd love to, Noah" Those words came from the bottom of her heart.

"Cool"

Twenty minutes later, Abby found herself bundled under a blanket and tucked comfortably next to Noah. They had one earplug each and the phone was on the table. The show was good, the graphics were insane. But any of them was thinking about that. Their mind were quite synchronised. It was all about how easy it fell, how comfortable was to lay together like that, how cute had that gasp being, how nice her hair smell, how soft his hand wast. It was quite difficult to concentrate. Even at some point, with a soft groan and not wanting to wake the others up, Noah moved.

"I'm going to lay" He whispered.

"Oh, are you tired. Let's go to-" She pouted, but the lights were off so he didn't catch it. She didn't want to go to her bunk just yet. The sofa wasn't the best place, but she was with Noah.

"Shh"

Noah maneuvered them around and Abby gasped. She felt she was falling, so she clinged into him the hardest she could.

"Noah!"

Long fingers covered her mouth and muffled the giggles. "You will wake them up" He whispered in her ear. "Trust me"

Soon, he had made both of them comfortable and Abby's heart was frantic. It was the first time they laid like this. It was a complete new feeling. Noah's body was completely pressed to her back, with his arms keeping her close and warm and hiding both bodies under the blanket. Her head had ended up on his arm, using it as a pillow until he would stop feeling his fingers. Abby couldn't breath properly for a few minutes. But Noah seemed to be okay. Perfectly okay. She had accepted his bold move hand was now holding his hand over her belly. What else could he ask for? It was more than enough now.

She fell asleep quicker than she thought and Noah pauses the episode and got rid of the earphones. Then he wrapped her in a tight and closed his eyes.

There were like a thousand pictures in the group chat next morning. The day had found them even closer. Abby was hidden on Noah's chest.

"Noah" She whispered. She was sweating, Noah felt like an oven. The blanket was thick and heavy. "Noah, sweetheart"

The singer opened his eyes slowly and moved his hand. "I can't feel it" His voice was so raspy... "Good morning"

"Good morning"

When his eyes finally focused, he looked down. She was so beautiful. Noah moved his hand to the side of her face, gently pushing the hair away.

"How are you?"

"Too hot"

"You are"

She blushed deeply, but couldn't contain the smile.

Noah leaned and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, gently trapping her lower lip with his and tilting her head back. It wasn't a deep kiss, but it was slow and passionate.

"No baby making in the couch"

The both jumped scared, Noah even had to grab Abby.

"Shit, Matt. Uh... Fuck"

Abby got up quickly, shoting the manager an embarrassed look before turning around to look at Noah.

"I... Uh... It was nice"

Noah chuckled. He was so amused.

"Thank you, a pleasure"

"I mean... Uh... Watching the show with you and all."

"Wow this is so awkward it hurts" Matt groaned. "We are leaving in twenty. We have a long day in the venue" Then, he left.

"Okay" She said and looked down embarrassed.

Noah reached to her and grabbed her hand.

"Abbs"

"Yeah"

"Listen... I liked it too. Maybe not here because it's really uncomfortable. But whenever you need me, I will spend the night with you. So you are not alone."

Abby nodded slowly.

"I'd like to talk to you, Noah"

"You can. We are talking now"

She felt that knot in her throat again.

"Not like this... More... Uh... My therapist said it was better if I started talking to you"

Noah's mouth fell open.

"I have been thinking about it for a few days... I kind of prepared myself. And I think I'm ready"

Had the night changed something? Maybe. Maybe Abby really wanted that warmth and comfort in her life.

Noah nodded slowly. "Whenever you want, just come to me" He got up and walked to her. Abby got on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you"

The day passed slow. There wasn't a minute they could be alone. But it helped Noah to get his shit together.

"Hey" He found her after the show, when the guys were planning to go to a bar." I was thinking that maybe... Do you really feel like going to that bar?"

She took a deep breath. The idea of going out sounded truly awful today. It had been a long day and she knew how draining it would be. It had been particularly hard today and she wasn't sure way. The day had started so well...

"No" She said with a pout that made him smile.

"Do you wanna go down the street to that dinner we saw?"

Abby smiled so big Noah thought he would die. There was something so sweet and genuine in her reaction. He almost felt bad for believing she was avoiding him.

"Do I take that as a yes?"

She nodded and kissed his cheek.

They found themselves sitting in the corner of the bar, both on the same sofa only trying to be close enough. They were both reserved people and that place seemed the best. They were sharing pancakes and a waffle, having a light conversation. Until after a sip of her milkshake, Abby leaned back and took a deep breath.

"Noah"

"Mhm"

"Could we talk now?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah"

"Okay then"

She took a deep breath and turned her body to him. Then, she grabbed his hand and pulled it to her lap. He squeezed it.

"I don't know if you like what you are gonna hear, Noah"

He frowned.

"I have a stomach, Abby." Because life hadn't been nice to him either, he knew how fucked up things could get.

"I just... My therapist told me to take a step each time if I'm more comfortable that way. I just don't know what is better."

"You can be as slow as you want. Or if you are not ready..."

"I am. It's just not easy"

Noah leaned and kissed her cheek, making him look at her with a finger on her chin.

"I'm right here, okay?"

She nodded. She needed a minute to gather her thoughts and a napkin because she was already tearing a bit.

"Uh... This past months were truly awful. You already know. But... I did bad things"

Noah fixed his posture on the seat, suddenly getting uncomfortable.

"Bad things?"

"You can get angry. You really can. But just... Don't snap at me because I can't bear it. Be angry, stop talking to me, whatever. Just... Don't snap." How fair is to ask for this?

Noah swallowed. His hands were shaking now. He was starting to worry. All of those night she left...

"You were right" That's when her voice broke. Noah wanted to hug her, but the fear fo what he was about to hear was stronger. "That people... They hurt me"

Noah's blood drained from his face and his hand grabbed hers so hard.

"Abby"

"I-I was in a really bad place, Noah. I still am. I have this thoughts all the time. They eat me alive... I need you to understand that... It was my fault but... Not like entirely"

Noah was nauseous.

"Okay" He muttered. He hadn't even processed it all.

"When I left with that people... I was using it as a scape. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to be there. So the best thing I could do was leaving" She took a shaky breath. "And... I didn't want to be there either... So I drank. I drank to be numb. And I let them hurt me because I reached a point in which it stopped working and it was you there with me again and-"

"What? What are you saying?"

Noah straightened his back. Oh wow, he was dizzy now. He let go of her and put some distance between them.

"Abby, what does this... I don't understand" His voice sounded so desperate.

She whimpered and anxiously rubbed her hands on her trousers. This is why she didn't want to tell me.

"Noah, I'm in love with you. And I didn't want to be. I just couldn't stand being around you because of how I felt... And..."

"Why is it so bad?"

"It's not!" She snapped. "Fuck" She added in a whisper after realizing some people had turned to look at them.

Noah glared at them and soon they were all back to their business.

"It's not horrible" Abby ran her hands over her hair, pulling slightly in desperation. "I just... I made myself belive it was. Because... I love you, and the last times I loved someone they ended up leaving, I ended up hurt. And I thought that... I simply can't loose you because you are so much more than any of them were. You are my friend first, you are one of the closest friends I have. And I don't have too much, I can't loose one of the dearest ones. And... Being around you was... It was so suffocating because I could feel those feelings growing more and more"

"And that's the reason you drank yourself to oblivion and ended up in who knows who's bed?" It was kind of harsh and made her wince. It was so awful to hear it like that.

"Yes." She dried her tears but they kept falling. "I found that alcohol was a good way to... I don't know, shut down those thoughts. And then... It didn't work. And I started hooking up with people. But it was you again. I closed my eyes and it was you and not them. So... I needed a way to fully take my mind of and... Found people willing to do that..." She stopped for a second and looked down at her hands. "Pain helps. You just think of that... Of how that slap felt or how you can't breath and... I don't know... At the end I just wanted to feel like that... I felt numb"

Noah was leaning back on the couch. He felt weak and cold. It was as if all his worries had exploded on her face. They had hurt her.

"Abby..." He started, but his voice was shaky. "I need you to be a 100% sincere"

She looked into his eyes. His were glassy and her heart clenched. Was she hurting Noah by telling him this!

"Okay"

"You wanted that? Always? No one did anything you didn't ask for, right?" He didn't know how to word his thoughts because actually saying made it feel so real.

Her lips opened but words didn't come at first.

"I wasn't abused" She said. It was one of the things Olivia had ask first. "I wanted that. I asked for all of that. Because it was what I wanted to feel. But I ended up hurt in a different way. Marks disappeared in the end."

Noah let the breath he was keeping. "Oh fuck... I was so scared, Abby. I was always so scared something bad would happen to you... I... Fuck" He pulled her to his chest.

Abby gasped in surprise, not expecting this kind of reaction. Hadn't he heard everything else?

His hand moved to her cheek, cradling her closer to his chest and kissing her head.

"Noah... It doesn't end there" She muttered in tears, now sobbing on his chest.

"Just give me a minute. Give us a minute, Abby" He whispered. "I'll sit here and listen for hours if you want me to, just allow me this"

He needed a breath, he needed to keep her close. She nodded and moved her face to his neck, inhaling his perfume and closing her eyes. They stayed like that for more than a minute. Until, Noah pushed her softly and fixed her hair.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Can I continue? I need this out of my chest as soon as possible"

"Yeah, go on" This time, he kept his arm around her shoulders and allowed her to draw the lines of his right hand and arm tattoo.

"I'm not having sex now. I think it's obvious." She muttered. Abby had been with them every single day for a while. "I have only been around you guys and if I had to have sex with someone it would be you so..."

"I'm flattered" He whispered to light the mood. It made her smile a bit.

"The thing is... It's simply not working for me. Olivia offered a few... Activities... They don't work. I'm trying but... Uh... I can't even touch myself right now. They come back to my mind. I went to that people to scape and now I need a scape from that so... Probably the worst decision I made" She laughed with a tint of irony. "Olivia said I need to work on the damage those encounters left in me, mind is a huge thing during sex so... If my mind doesn't work..."

Noah nodded slowly.

"But... I want this with you, Noah." She looked down at his hand and threaded their fingers. "I'm truly working on it because I want it. I ended up having sex not because of pleasure, but because it was a hard way to stop thinking about you and my feelings."

Every time he heard those words, hurt like daggers on his chest.

"I don't want sex from you, Abby. If we don't have sex it's fine; if we do is fine too. I want you because of how happy you make me, I love being your friend and having you around."

Abby nodded.

"I actually want sex with you, idiot" She chuckled. "Have you seen yourself?"

"Oh, you are making me blush"

"But seriously, Noah. Maybe it takes a bit, or maybe not. I just want you to know how things are and... I'm still trying to find the triggers."

"As I said... I'm here, it doesn't need to happen now"

"Thank you..."

"Just tell me when you are feeling bad, if I'm too much... Whatever. Don't be scared to stop me. I will get angry if you don't"

Abby nodded and leaned against him. He welcomed her with a kiss on the forehead and a side hug.

"You thought of me when you were with them?"

She nodded.

"But those... I don't know how to say it... The ones who hurt you"

"Yeah"

"Not with those?"

"No"

"Why?"

"I suppose they were too harsh. It was fine at first, you know. I'm actually into some of that shit. But... In the end I think things mixed up and I pushed too far for me."

"Oh" He didn't know what else to say.

"Um... And... Well... If ever asked you to do something like that... Would you?"

Noah felt cold.

"I'm not sure" He said in a sigh. "Maybe after a talk?"

She nodded. "Okay"

Noah kissed her head once more.

"You can always talk yo me. Don't push me away. Don't hide from me. Please. I want this to work but it won't if we don't talk."

Abby nodded as tears came back. "You too, okay?"

"Yeah"

"There is one more thing"

Noah moved to look down at her eyes with a big frown.

"Hey now, you will get wrinkles in that pretty face" She eased the tension with her thumb and Noah's eyes softened. "It's good"

"It better be because I'm gonna end up ripping my hair"

"We should work on intimacy"

"Oh?"

"I'd like going out sometime, having time alone... Cuddling on the sofa was quite nice"

Noah smiled. She loved it so much.

"Of course. Did Olivia tell you that?"

"Yeah"

"Well, Folio told me that too. So our Folio gives therapist level advice"

Abby giggled.

"Surprisingly"

They stayed in silence for a bit, letting it all sink. More on Noah's side. It was very difficult to digest that information.

"Are you still scared of feeling things for me?"

"No... I think. I'm still scared of loosing you"

"Well, I'm scared of that too"

Noah grabbed made her look up and kissed her lips. It was their second kiss today.

"I'm gonna get used to that" She muttered on his mouth.

"You better do." He pinched her cheek and she squeaked. "Should we go back and watch episode 2?"

"I'm not sure I'm gonna last long"

"Well, do you think we fit in a bunk?"

"We won't know if we don't try"

"I like how you think"

She sighed.

"I don't"

"Ow... No sad faces, please. Enough for today"

She nodded and cupped his face.

"One last thing"

"Okay"

"Get help too. Ask your therapist, please. I don't want you to carry all the weight of this alone."

Noah nodded. "Okay, I will"

"It's for us" She muttered.

"For us"

Abby grabbed him by the back of his head and crashed their lips. Slow, deep and warm, she gave him one of the best kisses he had ever received. When Noah pulled back, he was actually blushing. Not flustered or turned on because of the intensity of it, he was blushing like a teenager getting kissed for the first time.

"I'm in love with you too" He simply added.

Pt3. Rock Bottom?

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Mosley Lane: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: This is the last piece of the puzzle. The piece before you can finally be set free from all this pain. You're going to do whatever it takes to help your friend and more importantly, yourself.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

The rest of the team comes back and you inform them of what you and Spencer talked about with Ashley. Not much is known about Roger other than he worked as an electrician for his entire adult life. He eventually married Anita Wled, the daughter of a family who owns a funeral home. Penelope works her magic on the couple and comes up with some very interesting information.

"Apparently, Anita can't have children. Repeated miscarriages. Eventually, Anita got too old to bear children," she says after pulling up her medical charts.

"The first abduction that closely resembles what's going on here was a decade ago in a different city. Children have gone missing every few years in different parts of the state. I guess they got too many and hired Ashley to help take care of their children. Look how well that ended for her," you sigh.

"We're running out of time. Twenty-four hours have almost passed."

"Look, we all think that Aimee could be alive. That's why there are hundreds of volunteers and officers combing every inch of the county."

"They're dragging the rivers and digging up the woods. That's not gonna help us if Aimee is still with the unsub, if she's still alive out there," Emily sighs.

"What about Charlie? Is he still alive?"

"Sarah believes it," JJ says.

"She's been saying that for eight years, JJ," Derek says. "Have you thought about why you suddenly believe her? Do you think it might be because you're a mother?"

"Excuse me?" you ask, suddenly upset at Derek's comment. "Did you really just ask her that? It doesn't matter if she's a mother or not. We all want to believe a mother when she says her missing son might be alive. The ruse used on Charlie is the same one that happened with Aimee."

"All I'm saying is, if we go from a single abduction to multiple abductions over ten years, that changes everything. We all have to be convinced that's what it is based on an unbiased profile."

"My evidence isn't enough to convince you? You've seen the sketches. You've seen what Roger and Anita look like. You know what Ashley went through. Is that not enough?"

"Okay," Emily says, trying to calm the fire between you and Derek. "What's the ruse? A distraction of a lost child and eight-year-old victims are taken from public places with little to no security. That's not just the same ruse. That's a signature, and I'm not a mother."

"Charlie would be sixteen now. We all know that preferential offenders typically dispose of their victims before they reach puberty."

"Unless his purpose is to help Roger snatch the kids," you say. "He's been with them since he was eight. He's completely submissive to them. He'll do anything they say, including helping them kidnap other kids. It would be why Charlie's body was never found. Penelope, we need more information on the kids that were taken. Ashley's lawyer is going need more evidence for her retrial."

Before Penelope can do anything, Hotch speaks to you.

"Are you doing this because you want your friend out of jail?"

"No," you sigh. "I'm doing this because there is an innocent woman doing the time for a crime she didn't commit. These kids are going missing because of this horrid couple, and it needs to stop."

"Fine. Coordinate with Reid and Garcia." He looks at Penelope. "Go back ten years nationwide. Start with abductions in target-rich environments. Rule out any with bodily recovery, dead or alive."

"I'm going to let Sarah know," JJ says and leaves the room.

"The rest of us need to check out Aimee's abduction site with new eyes."

There is a small possibility that Roger and Anita aren't the ones doing this, which is why Hotch is looking at this through an unbiased lens. You know they are the ones responsible, so you have to gather the evidence before you can do anything else. Ashley deserves someone to fight for her.

Since the year 2000, over two hundred children's bodies have not been found nationwide. In the state of Virginia, there are twelve. Charlie has been on the list for eight years, and Aimee just joined it. Aimee was taken from Ashburn and Charlie was taken from Leesburg, eight years apart. Both of them were taken a half mile from the highway. Karla Hartaway was abducted in 1999 when she was eight from Garrison. Stephen Shepherd was also eight when he was abducted in 2003 from Arlington. Danny Kenman was abducted at four in the afternoon from the mall. His parents are divorced, and he's still missing. Tracey Cain vanished from a park with both her parents present. Jake Wusman was abducted while he and his family were on a picnic.

You got in contact with the families you know are affected by Roger and Anita. Before their children were abducted, they confirmed that Roger would come into their houses to fix some electrical problems. Anita once supplied a family with a casket from her father's business. It's how they knew what children to target.

You're sitting inside the briefing room after just getting done talking to one of the victims' families. You're twirling a pen in your hand when Hotch walks into the room.

"Did you find anything?"

"Everyone I talked to had a run-in with Roger and Anita prior to their kid being taken. Roger did some electrical work in their houses, and Anita sold a family a casket for a loved one who passed. Days later or even weeks, their child went missing and Roger and Anita left town. That's not a coincidence."

"I agree."

JJ walks into the room with a woman who looks like she's seen better days.

"Hotch, this is Sarah Hillridge."

"Oh, we met when Charlie was taken. I mean, you know, you saw a lot of us. I'm sure we all look the same."

"Thank you for coming in. Have a seat."

"Sarah, may I ask you something?" She nods. "Do you know who Roger and Anita Roycewood are? Maybe they did some work for you? You know, electrically?"

"I think I might have known a Roger. I had some electrical work done before Charlie was taken. I remember because we had to stay with a family friend while the work was being done."

You look at Hotch and raise your eyebrows. Your suspects are looking more like the people who are doing this now. They might have taken Aimee, and they might have taken Charlie eight years ago.

"Alright, these represent kids taken from public places." JJ has a map pulled up with pins on it. "Locations are never hit more than once, but there are similarities in each--different malls, toy stores, carnivals, theme parks, and parades. They are places where families should feel safe, and where there isn't much security. That's twelve children over ten years old. We should interview all the families."

"I know a few of them. We had a support group. I mean, most of them have moved on," Sarah says.

"You're here, though."

"I saw Charlie three years ago."

"You didn't tell me that," JJ says quietly.

"My husband didn't believe me. Why would you?"

"Tell us what happened."

"At first, I saw him all the time. I thought I did and from what I understand, that's normal, but you can't survive that way. So Jake and I promised that we would move on. A few years later, I saw him. I mean, it was different. In my mind, he had never aged, but this was a teenage Charlie crossing the street. As quick as he was there he was gone again, but I know I saw him. Jake didn't believe me. That was the day he left me."

"What did you do when you saw Charlie?"

"I called for him."

"How did you know it was him?"

"I didn't, not for sure, so I called for him again. He looked back."

"Your husband didn't see him?"

"It was crowded. He disappeared. I lost him all over again," she sighs sadly.

"We'll be asking those parents to sign up for all that pain again. If they've moved on..."

"They'd take the chance if it meant their kids were alive," Sarah interrupts JJ.

JJ calls in the victims' families and has the entire team talking to them to relive their worst days to get a feel of what happened to them back then. You're in the briefing room on the phone with Abel in hopes you have enough for a retrial.

"I talked to the families of the kids who disappeared. Roger and Anita had contact with them days or weeks prior to their child being taken. We know Ashley babysat for them, and she described the kids who match the description of those who disappeared. Is this enough for a retrial? I'm working on getting more evidence but this is all I have right now."

"Send it over to me. It might be enough to convince a judge for a retrial. I'll be in touch."

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate this."

"No, thank you. I hated seeing Ashely go to jail. She's a good person."

"I know she is," you smile.

You hang up feeling really good about this. You believe wholeheartedly that she will get released this week if not next week. On your way to Penelope's desk, you see families talking with your team, most of them crying as they retell the stories of the worst day of their lives. You knock on Pen's door and walk inside.

"Hey, can you tell me where Roger and Anita live?"

"Unfortunately, that trial ended when your friend was arrested. They dropped their house and sold most of their things. If they are here, then they're using cash."

"Okay, if they have young children, they have to have a house, it has to be local, and it has to be big enough to look appealing. It also might have enough room inside or underneath it to keep the children in. So maybe a farm or something? Also, look for places that are secluded."

"I'll keep looking."

"Thank you."

Once everyone has left, you rejoin the team and Sarah in the briefing room.

"Eleven families have confirmed the same woman, forty to fifty years old, calling for children. In some cases, she even had a child with her," JJ says.

"Can I have a copy of those witness accounts?" you ask.

"Sure."

"She actually used the kids for the abductions? Were they her own or the ones kidnapped?" Sarah asks.

"We don't believe she's a mother. Most predisposed female offenders are not, but they are the most violent."

"You said that she's working with someone?"

"Yes. Roger, her husband. She chooses the victim while they do the riskiest part. They grab the child and manage the getaway."

"We don't know for sure if it's Roger and Anita," Hotch says. "I know what you're saying, Y/N. I believe you one hundred percent, you know this. You also know that we need more proof before we can definitively put this on someone."

"I know," you nod. "I'll keep working on my angle."

"Good. Don't give up."

"This is what Charlie looks like as a teenager," JJ says, putting a computer-generated photo on the screen.

"Um, he's tall and thin. His hair is darker than it was, but that's him. That's Charlie. Why would they take the risk of letting him out in the world?"

"They've had him in their control for eight years. He's either got Stockholm or he's being threatened."

Sarah looks like she is going to break down crying so JJ immediately steps in.

"Why don't we take a break, okay? Come on."

"Okay. Thank you," she sighs and allows JJ to take her away.

"Listen, I had Penelope look into Roger and Anita's address just in case it is them. They sold their house and most of their things once Ashley got arrested. I told her to look at places that are big and spacious, maybe a farm. It might be isolated, especially if Anita is violent."

"I'll narrow down the places they might be on the map," Spencer says.

"I agree with Y/N in that it might be isolated. I mean, there's no way to explain a houseful of kids at the neighborhood block party."

"Managing this many children isn't easy, and there have to be incidents where things didn't go as planned. We should start with domestic calls and disturbances. Concentrate on families who were visited by social services."

"I'll get Garcia," Spencer says and leaves the room.

"It's likely these unsubs were questioned before. Once we narrow down Garcia's list, we should revisit them."

Penelope returns with one hundred and seven places where Roger and Anita could be.

"Okay, I have one hundred and seven families visited by social services in the last ten years."

"That's too many to go door to door. We're gonna have to narrow that down. We need to figure out why they're staying in Northern Virginia."

"Their work could be the key. They could have a child-care facility on the premises as a cover."

"You know, it's most likely a single-income family. Someone has to be home to stay with the kids," Spencer says.

"They've been questioned before, so we can expect a rehearsed response."

"Okay, all of this helps." Penelope narrows down the list. "I have twenty-three families now."

Derek looks uneasy and Rossi picks up on this.

"What is it?"

"We're gonna be knocking on the doors of twenty-three families, and all of them have done something bad to a child. We don't have a warrant. Just our profile. If we get it wrong and leave that house, they'll destroy any evidence they have, including the children."

"That's why you have me," you say. "I'll know immediately if there are children hiding. Even if it's not Roger and Anita, I'll know."

"Just for added precaution, JJ, get an article of Aimee's clothing."

"What for?" Penelope asks.

"It's for the dogs."

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[deathofacupid]

stuck with you | peter parker

summary: you love him, but you hate him. maybe you'll be able to love him a little bit more if it's really just the two of you.

"we're lost." you declared. 

"no, we aren't."

"yes, we are!"

"fine, then, mr. navigator, where are we?"

"um... er, we are— we are right here."

you rolled your eyes, along with a string of curses. 

peter sighed, "this is my life now. i have climbed this hill, and will die upon it."

"shut it. we've only been walking for 20 minutes. in the direction you said to go," you threw you hands up in frustration. yes, walking for 20 minutes, but stranded for maybe around 3 hours, you'd guess.

the plan, at first, was to wait for your father, tony, and the rest of the team to find you, but it'd had become quite evident after a while that they weren't coming for you.

"just because i have spider-sense, doesn't mean i have common sense!"

"well, i know that now!" after a moment, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "look, us stupidly arguing isn't gonna get us anywhere, okay?"

peter sighed, half-heartedly shrugging. you went back to fiddling with your ear comm, hoping to get it back online. for a moment, you heard static, and you squealed.

"what? what?"

and then it went back to silence. "goddamnit." you were very, very close to chucking it off a cliff. "aren't you, like, a tech genius or something? can't you do something with this?"

"i already tried. all i got was radio silence. we're completely off the grid, dumb-ass."

"you don't think i know that? god, why did i get stuck with the spider-kid?" you mumbled the second part under your breath.

"hey!"

oops. forgot about the spider-hearing. 

"okay, well— at least— at least my powers don't consist of freaking levitation!"

"it's not levitation!"

"my bad, telekinesis."

"psychokinesis!"

"same thing. who cares?"

you scowled and used your mental concentration to lift him a good 20 feet into the air.

"don't—" he yelped, "put me down!"

"don't put you down?"

"no! put. me. down!"

"can't hear you up there."

"you actual piece of— drop me! wait, no, not—"

you weren't doing anything bad. just what he told you to do. peter landed on the ground with a loud thud. that had to hurt, you thought.

"because all i can do is levitate things," you mocked, "how dumb. at least i don't shoot webs out of my ass-crack."

"i don't—"

but by then, you'd already tuned him out. one of your headaches was coming on, because you normally didn't lift heavy things in the air, or really, not most things. you were still figuring out how to use them.

it wasn't something you regretted though, it was very worth it.

"—and you know, i'm sure that—"

how was he still going?

"—because you haven't even started—"

i might chuck him off a cliff instead.

"—crazy, since—"

you gritted your teeth, massaging your temple, "please stop talking."

"hah! i'm sure you'd love— y/n? are you good?"

"yes," you waved his concern off (along with the butterflies in your stomach), "i'm fine."

"regret that yet?"

"no," you grinned. "never."

peter flopped down, sitting up against a tree. "i'm sure."

you joined him, taking a seat beside peter. in complete exhaustion, you dropped your head on his shoulder, quietly inhaling the smell of him. pinewood, aftershave, and a tinge of sweat. 

he flinched slightly at the action, but looped an arm around you. 

moments like this made being near peter actually nice. for once, you enjoyed his company. but the feeling didn't last long, because the reality of being stranded in a giant forrest/jungle/whatever other word for this place hit hard after a second.

"jeez, are we ever gonna get home?"

"yes. maybe. i mean, probably." he stammered.

"this is definitely worst case scenario. stuck on an alien planet, lost in— in whatever this was. were these even trees? were trees purple with yellow studs sticking out of them? 

you didn't know. you just wanted to go home. granted, peter's presence was making this slightly better, but still. 

"it's okay," you heard him say. "you can sleep. i got you, y/n." peter kissed the top of your head, and you subconciously smiled.

"you know," you murmured, "i'm glad that if i'm stuck with anyone here, i'm stuck with you."

and then you were falling, falling, into a deep, dreamless sleep, with pitch black envloping you entirely.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

six

to say your date went horribly wrong is an understatement. the guy didn’t even care enough to ask you any questions. in fact he didn’t stop talking about himself.

when you got home you immediately took a shower and headed downstairs to eat some ice cream. wanting to drown your sorrows in something sweet.

“eating ice cream this late could spoil your stomach.”

you jumped before sighing in relief.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. may i?”

you simply nod. you grab an extra spoon for aaron as you both sit down and dig into the ice cream.

“im guessing the date didn’t go as well as planned?”

you scoffed. “worse. i think that guys more in love with himself than anything.”

aaron smiles. “i know the type. we meet cops like that all the time. so full of themselves they never stop to think about anything else. what happened that turned you off first?”

you stayed silent. you made a promise to yourself not to get too personal with him any longer. you couldn’t allow your silly crush to become anything more—more than it already had—you were already far gone. anymore you’d confess your undying affection to a man who only saw you as an employee.

aaron sighs.

“what happened to you?”

you frowned.

“what do you mean?”

“im a profiler, yn. its my job to notice behavior. you’ve been—you’ve been weird lately.”

“aaro—hotch,” you cleared your throat. “im just trying to be professional.”

“professional?”

you nod. “setting boundaries. im just someone you pay to take care of jack. i adore that kid more than anything and i like my job. love it! i don’t wanna lose that.” you state.

“and you won’t. jack loves you too. you’re the second closest thing he has to a parent. so whatever is going on i promise you won’t lose your job.”

you took a deep breath.

“i guess—as cliche as this is gonna sound—i read too much into our relationship. i—i developed a silly little crush and i got the message that it was all in my head.” you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders as you admitted the truth.

aaron hums. he grabs you hand and caresses it gently.

“it wasn’t .” aaron whispered.

you look at him completely shocked.

“im not good at this, yn. haven’t been since haley passed. i—i tried to move on but it just, it never felt right. with you, it’s easy to talk to. i haven’t felt that in a really long time and i don’t wanna fuck it up. i care about you and so does jack. in the end, if this doesn’t work, it affects my son. i don’t want him to lose someone else i bring into our lives. it’s why i brought that woman home. i was trying to get you out of my system but it backfired extremely. i—i don’t wanna lie, i kept picturing you. even almost said your name.” aaron admitted with a smirk. you blushed.

“oh—”

aaron chuckles. “i want to see where this goes. i do! i just want to make sure that jack doesn’t get hurt in the process.”

you shake your head. “i guarantee that jack will be my main priority. even if—even if we don’t work out. he means more to me than anything, aaron.”

aaron nods approvingly.

“id like to take you out. normally we’re free weekends. how about this upcoming saturday?”

you smile and nod your head a little too enthusiastically.

aaron kisses the back of your hand. “get some sleep, sweetheart. ill see you in the morning.”

you give him another smile before saying goodnight. you wait until he was out of view before squealing silently.

you head upstairs to your bedroom and get some much needed rest. so glad the night ended the way it did.

aaron woke to the smell of bacon. he yawns as he gets out of bed and head straight to the shower. when he gets out and gets ready for work he heads downstairs. he sees his son sitting and enjoying breakfast next to you.

“daddy! yn made bacon. it’s good, daddy.”

aaron smiles at the both of you. “yeah? maybe i should have some.” he takes a piece of bacon from your plate. he playfully smack his hand.

“get your own hotchner!”

aaron smirks at you as he takes a bite of the piece of meat he stole from your plate. jack giggles.

“you and yn made up?”

aaron nods his head. “we did. you sir need to get ready for school.”

“im so excited for school, dad! today is show and tell in miss peas class. gonna bring the necklace mommy made for me.”

aaron smiles.

“why don’t you get ready buddy. gonna take you to school today.”

“not yn?”

aaron shakes his head. “it’s still yn day off. remember she gets two nights, buddy. come on, go get ready.”

“okay!” jack ran upstairs. you get up and put the dirty dishes in the sink. aaron simply turns you around and wraps his hand around your waist.

“i really wanna kiss you.”

“why don’t you?” you whisper.

aaron smirks as he caressed your cheek. he kisses you passionately. you’ve never been kissed like this in a very long time—if ever!—it felt right. you never believed in that silly ‘i felt sparks’ thing until this very moment. it was like fireworks were going off.

aaron pulls away gently. he smiles before kissing the top of your head.

“can’t wait for this weekend.” he whispered.

“neither can i. why does it have to be monday?” you frown. aaron chuckles before pulling away.

he heads jacks footsteps, smiling at his son. “alright buds! time to head out. we don’t wanna be late, yeah?”

“we’re always the first ones there, dad.” jack says matter of factly. he wasn’t wrong. when aaron took him to school he’d get there at six forty five. aaron had to be the first one to arrive at work. he needed to make sure jack was safe and secure in the school building as early as possible before heading to work.

“bye yn. love you!” jack called out. you smiled and waved. “love you too, jack! have a great day at school, buds.”

aaron smiles before waving to you. when they leave you call spencer.

“hey. is everything okay? how was your date?”

“yeah! everything is fine. the date was horrendous.”

“sorry to hear that.”

“don’t be. in the end things worked out.”

“that’s good. what are you not telling me?”

you smile. you weren’t a hundred percent ready to tell spencer anything yet. you wanted to make sure that this really works out.

“nothing. can’t a girl just miss her best friend?! i feel like we rarely talk anymore.”

“yeah. im sorry about that. it’s just—there’s this girl,”

“girl you say? do tell!”

“i met her during a case. i don’t know—she lives in arizona. she’s great! and the commute would be worth it,”

“but?”

“but relationships don’t work for people like us. with out jobs it’s hard, you know? it’s why i stayed single for so long. it’s why hotch and haley ended in divorce. i just don’t think people with our jobs can actually date on a deeper level.” spencer admitted.

you frowned at that confession. “spence, the right girl is out there for you. she—im one thousand percent positive the person you’re meant to be with won’t mind the crazy weird hours you have. as long as you show them exactly how much you love and care for them they’ll understand.”

“you think? it’s just with the job and the distance—”

“im positive!”

“you know you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“that’s what im here for. we should hang out soon though. i miss hearing my brother spill some weird fact that could probably save my life or even start a conversation.”

spencer laughs. “the team should be free this weekend. why don’t we get together saturday?”

“i can do saturday evening. is that okay?”

“yeah! i should get going though. hotch is probably already in his office and i have to ask him something. thanks for calling. i love you.”

“love you too, spence! have fun catching the bad guy.” you ended the call before getting ready for the day.

[i-trash-about-things]

a.n.: I can't believe this took me 6 freaking months to write. It definitely doesn't live up for the hype, but for some reason the words just wouldn't flow. In the mean time, I graduated! Actually went to prom! It kinda sucked, I really don't see the hype behind it!

Anyway, enjoy– and thank you for the patience to those that were interested in this story. If you're still interested by the end of this part– well, you'll know for yourself if there will be more lol ;)

Part 1!

Multiple perspectives (3rd and 1st person); Henderson!Reader; GN!Reader; use of Y/N; Billy Hargrove Survived (but he isn't a racist piece of shit); Everyone might be OOC, sorry lol; swearing; light violence; mostly fluff; English is not my first language! Sorry if something doesn’t make sense :p; no beta, we die like Vecna should’ve

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Third Time's The Charm.

Dustin’s day has been good, in his less than humble opinion.

School sucked the same as always, but hey! Everything other than that was actually pretty awesome!

His older sibling popping by on a whim wasn’t a rare occasion, far from it. When they first moved to college, he cried the whole day thinking he would only see them on Christmas, and now it’s like they never moved in the first place!

Well, maybe it’s because of the Upside Down thing and how they almost died about a million times in the last 4 years, but Dustin liked to believe it’s because they just love him very very much.

But, one thing actually did change.

Eddie.

“Dustin, my man, my favorite nerd, what a sight to the sore eye you are right now!”

Speak of the devil.

Him and Eddie have known each other for a while. I mean, how could he not when the metal-head has been his sibling's best friend for almost all his life?

And with the time to get used to each other, plus Dustin’s natural attentiveness and attention to detail, he can read this guy like the cheap rip-off comic of spider-man he is.

Eddie wants something.

“Is that a new upgrade to your walkie? Dude, that looks sick, what does it do?”

“Nothing, it’s just a normal radio actually.”

“Oh.”

A snort leaves his nose. Dustin shakes his head, setting the walkie talkie on the library table before looking up to his friend.

“You really aren’t subtle, my friend.”

“First things first: how dare you. Secondly-” Eddie pushes the nearest chair back, giving him enough space to sit on the old table. The notebook under him crinkles, but he just pushes it aside, clearly in too much of a rush to care about a random person’s notes. “I need your help.”

“If it’s about the whipped cream on Lucas’ backpack and his basketball shoes, it’s too late. The operation is already in motion.”

“Operation- wait, did you put whipped cream on Sinclair’s shoes?”

“What? No I didn’t. You didn’t hear that from me.”

“Mhm.” Eddie just sends Dustin a look, raising an eyebrow with just a very done expression on his eyes, before shaking his head. “You know what, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear anything.”

He leans closer, likes he’s about to tell the biggest secret of his life. The notes beneath his butt crumble further.

“It’s about your sibling.”

“Y/N? What they have to do with anything?”

“I’m gonna ask 'em to prom.”

If Dustin were drinking something, he would’ve done a spit take right now.

“WHAT?!”

“SHHHH!” The other school library attendees shush him, all glaring in their direction. Dustin flushes a little, curling into himself, but Eddie doesn’t even flinch.

“I want to take your older sibling to prom, Henderson. Like, real bad.”

“Dude!”

“What?!”

“That’s my sibling!”

“And my best friend! So??”

“So–” Dustin sputters. How does he even respond to that?!

Don’t get him wrong, of all the people he could’ve picked to compete for your hand, Eddie would always be his champion. His two favorite people??? Sign him up!

Doesn’t mean his into it, tho!

“Why?!”

“What do you mean ‘why’?! You’ve ever met ‘em?! They're the coolest most beautiful, and funniest person I’ve ever known! Why wouldn’t I want to take them to prom?”

“No, not that- why the change? I thought you wanted to go with Chrissy??”

That gets a reaction out of him.

Eddie flinches, looking away. He passes a hand through his hair, half hiding himself beneath the brown curls.

“Chrissy… She’s…”

Dustin does not like the hesitation. The kid crosses his arms over his chest, squinting up at Eddie with distrust.

“Look, I’m all for you going after my big sibling–”

“Really? That wasn’t what it looked like two seconds ago.”

Dustin squints further, frowning, and Eddie groans.

“Just keep going.”

“As I was saying, I don’t mind you taking my big sibling to prom… If you actually mean it.”

It’s his turn to frown, a mirror of Dustin’s expression, but in confusion and a little bit of offense.

“What? Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“You were just drooling over Chrissy, like, two days ago! I get you getting rejected, but don’t use them as a rebound, dude!”

“What?!”

“SHHHHH!” Strike two, the people around them shush them both again. Dustin doesn’t flinch this time, both him and Eddie a bit too enthralled in the topic at hand.

“How could you say that?! You know how much I care about Y/N!”

“I know that, but I also know how much they cares about you.”

“What does that has to do with anything?”

“Uh- Literally everything? What, you think you can just go and ask them all willy nilly to go to prom with you like it’s no big deal, and they won’t feel like it’s a big deal? Thye care, dude! What you say matters to them!”

Something in that makes Eddie pause, breath hitching on the tip of his tongue. He knew that, of course… Didn’t he?

His mind flashes back to the three years ago, just in the middle of prom season.

“Y/N Henderson, you did not–”

“Oh but I did! I did, despite it all!”

Eddie feels the bright afternoon sun on his back, the ever warming spring air making his hair and their hair flutter in the wind.

Today has been a weird day. His friends all seemed either jittery or smug, like they know something he doesn’t, a joke he didn’t get the punchline yet.

But the weirdest thing? His best friend wasn’t waiting for him by his parking spot.

At the end of class, he found a pretty envelope on his locker, attached to it a blue little flower– one of the few he recognizes. Forget-me-not’s.

“6 years sure go by fast. We’ve been through a lot in that time, didn’t we? And we will go through a lot more shit, knowing us like I do.

I was hoping you’d indulge me on a little game, just for old times sake.

Check the supply closet closest to you.”

From then on, he went on a surprisingly elaborate scavenger hunt. Passing through closets, to bathrooms, even checking in with his friends when the little clues told him to. Surely enough, each one handed him a new letter, and each one had a soft and excited smile on their lips.

After a good half hour of running around the school like a headless chicken, Eddie had accumulated enough clues to fill both his pockets and enough flowers for a small bouquet. The last letter sits on his hand as he dashes around the halls, a big smile on his lips.

“Ok, I promise this is the last one– for real this time, I swear.

This had been a rough year on you, but I was hoping to send it off with a bang. One last middle finger to the world before I have to leave you behind to fend for yourself in the lion’s den.

So, Edward Munson, meet me by the woods, in our usual spot.”

“Henderson, you absolute maniac!” Eddie all but jumps over the picnic table, practically throwing himself on his best friends arms. They don't even blink, only opening up and holding him. Firm, steady and warm. Their laughter feels like electricity and care all at once over his skin, and he breaks into goosebumps.

“Did you like it? Had any fun?”

“Hell yeah I did! How long have you been planning this, dude?!”

“Ah, who cares about that?” They flick their wrist, like trying to get rid of an annoying fly. Eddie’s way too used to their dismissive and nonchalant nature at this point, so he just laughs and hugs them close again.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson, what did I ever do to deserve you?”

He can’t see, but their smile softens. The hold on him tightens, and they buries their face into the mess of his hair.

“You’re you. That’s more than enough.”

After a beat, they finally pull away from the other. Eddie doesn’t even questions at their dazed gaze, used to it at this point, even if he never truly knew the reason behind it. He squeezes their shoulders, still a little incredulous at the situation. Taking his little moment of silence as an opportunity, Y/N steps back and takes one last flower from their pocket. It’s a little bit beaten up after being squashed in the hug, but it makes Eddie’s heart feel tight anyway.

“Look, I know this hasn’t been an easy year for you. You’ve been through a lot of shit, dealing with shitheads like Carver and Hagan, and that you didn’t graduate, but… But I wanted to make the end a good memory, you know? Eat junk food, dress fancy for once in our lives, pretend that we’re the protagonists for once, you know?”

They take a deep breath, eyes locked on the little flower on their hand. It’s impossible to lift their head and finally gaze into the eyes of their best friend. The love of their life.

Bah, call 'em dramatic. They're already way too deep into this cheesy bullshit to care.

“So. Eddie. Eds. Angel. Would… You, maybe… Like to… Gotopromwithme??”

Well that was smooth.

Still, it doesn’t seem like he cares about their awkward stumbling.

Instead, he just pulls them into one more hug, laughing like a maniac.

“Yes! Of course I’d like to, you dumbass! You’re my best friend!”

And those words make their heart races and breaks, all at once.

They let the little blue flower fall to the ground, unbothered by the numbness on their fingertips.

“I know. You’re my best friend too, Eds.”

Eddie shakes his head, locks brushing against his nose at the intensity. This is a crisis for another time.

“I know, believe me. But I’m telling the truth! I don’t care about Chrissy, I legitimately want them to be my date!”

Dustin raises an eyebrow, feeling the genuine longing in Eddie’s tone. It’s a surprising match to his siblings, every time they talks about Eddie. That lingering bitter-sweetness in the end of the sentence, the longing in each and every word. He’s heard them rant and ramble, on and on, about the metal-head more time than Dustin feels like counting, he knows that tone. It’s a perfect match.

So, he sighs, leaning his head back against the library’s chair to the point his cap almost falls off.

“Fine, I’ll help.”

“Yes!”

“SHHHHH!”

…

Today was… Weird.

Maybe it was the way the sun was beating down my face, too hot for a spring day, maybe it was the fact that the 7-11 I passed by didn’t have my favorite slushy flavor, but something just seemed… A little off today. Like someone just tilted the world a little bit to the left.

I take a long drag from the cigarette between my lips, watching the shining sun from my spot by my car. Sitting beside me is none other than Billy Hargrove, the same glare up at the sky as mine.

It’s always funny hanging out with Billy by the school’s grounds. We used to beat each other up in this same parking lot, about two years ago! And now look at us, sharing a can of coke beneath the spring sky like two dads waiting for their kids after football practice.

“I can hear your brain about to cook up some weird shit to say, Henderson. Please keep it to yourself.”

I don’t even blink at his harsh tone, putting a sugary sweet expression and leaning to lay my head on his shoulder.

“Awn, I know you love my commentary.”

He’s quick to brush me off, with not nearly as much strength as he used to a few years ago.

“I’d rather hear the screams of children.”

All I can do is snort, laughing slightly before taking a sip of the can between us.

Billy is one of the only people acting somewhat normal today, same snarky responses that once made me lunge for his throat and same pissed off frown.

He’s also one of the few people I trust the most, funnily enough. What can I say, he’s seen the worst in me and somehow still sticks around- probably because I’ve seen the worst in him too, but still. Maybe that trust is what made me press the halfway burnt cigarette into the ground and turn to look back at him.

“Hey, dude?”

“Hm.”

“Is it just me or is everyone kinda off today?”

And to my surprise, he doesn’t immediately respond. Instead, he raised his own cigarette to his lips, taking a long and deep drag.

“Nope, just you.”

“Pfft, weird, something tells me your lying?”

“Something? What, like voices in your head? Damn, I knew you were crazy, Henderson, but this is new ground.”

“Billy.”

“… Hmph.”

He stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets, sunglasses tilting down just enough to see the look he sends me. I shake my head and he relaxes. There’s a small pause after that. He flicks the cigarette ash off, before glancing to me again.

“Look, it’s nothing you have to worry about, ok?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his words, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Last time you said that, you were possessed by a god damned spider monster thing.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m not. So chill out.”

Isn’t he sweet?

I chew on the inside of my cheek, breathing in slowly before letting out a long long sigh.

“Fine.” A pause. But then I turn to look at him again, with the most serious expression I can. “But if you are possessed again-”

“Fuck off.”

“Pfft-”

The loud ringing of the school bell quickly brings our attention back to the front doors of Hawkins High. Like clockwork, they open and the sea of teenagers roll out, flooding the parking lot. My eyes drift between faces, looking for any sign of my favorite club, but the first thing I catch is a familiar cap and a mess of red hair.

Dustin immediately runs up to me, his cap hitting me on his attempt at a dive hug. Max is not so far from him, but instead of the affection attack she just flips Billy the bird… which he quickly reciprocates, smirking.

The two types of siblings.

“Hey, Junior.” The sarcastic and rougher edge to my voice quickly melts off, turning to the normally sweeter and more relaxed tone reserved only for my little brother. Dustin immediately turns to me, smiling like he always does- but, of course, there’s something off.

“Hello there, older sibling figure.”

… ok.

I just let out a chuckle, a little weirded out. See? It can’t be just me, everyone’s acting all skittish for some reason. Did I miss the memo?

Max pushes Dustin’s cap over his eyes before he has the chance open his mouth again, her eyes literally screaming for him to shut up. Then, she turns to me.

“If he hurts you, tell me. I’ll kick his ass.”

“… What???”

The hell’s going on?

Dustin clears his throat, pushing his hat back and sending Max a half hearted glare.

“As I was about to say- Eddie told me to give you this.”

From the depths of his many pockets, he pulls a… letter? A note, better said, scribbled in a chicken scratch of a writing I know way too well.

Before I can open it, he quickly pulls me so I look at him again.

“I’m gonna catch a ride with Max today I’ll see you later ok bye-”

And he practically drags Max to Billy’s car… which she weirdly let’s him do. I look back at the blonde next to me… and he doesn’t even blink at the interaction, stepping on the rests of his cigarette before turning away from me without a word.

What…. the hell.

As the familiar camaro drives off the parking lot, leaving me to my lonesome by my truck, I glance down at the note in my hands. Crumpled notebook paper, with the little bits used to wrap around the spiral still attached, and that familiar handwriting.

After a huff of amusement, I open up the letter.

“Greetings, dear adventurer! It is I, Eddie the Pardoned (we really need to workshop that title).

This is your formal request to join in on an adventure through the ever changing land of Hawkins High school. Walk across the mighty and dangerous hallways where jocks once slammed our faces into lockers, or traverse into the terrifying lands we call the gym showers!

Follow the riddles and clues, and if you’re lucky, the gates of a whole new adventure shall open to those with brave and worthy hearts.

Good luck.”

“Dramatic dork.” I mumble beneath my breath, but the smile on my lips can only be described as disgustingly smitten.

I look over the note again, flipping it between my fingers. Surely enough, more writing in the back.

“Those who trail my path are the best liars, but also the most emotional of artists. The many nights you’ve spent between my walls, you were never quite yourself. Oh, wow, he really wasn’t kidding on making riddles, huh?”

I can’t help but let out a chuckle, raising my eyes from the paper in my hands and looking around the parking lot. There’s a lot of people walking around right now, most speeding to get home after a long long Friday, but my eyes don’t catch a single hint of anyone using the familiar Hellfire shirt. Which is definitely weird, they’re normally the first ones to leave the school. Still, no sign of Jeff, or Bryan, or Gareth, much less Ed.

I look back down to the riddle.

“The many nights you’ve spent between my walls” So it’s a place, then? One I’ve been before, if Eddie isn’t being a little shit and using “you” because he thinks it sounds better.

“Those who trail my path are the greatest liars, but most emotional of artists.” Greatest liars? And most emotional of artists. Well, if it’s a place, related to art, then the art room? But then why the lying?

“You weren’t quite yourself.” Wasn’t… quite myself. Hm.

A place, probably one at school since I doubt he would’ve gone so extra as to go around the entire city, related to art and lying. “Wasn’t quite yourself.”

…

Wait, the drama club?

Art of lying- could he mean acting? A room related to acting in which I’ve been to before.

The drama club, at D&D nights!

My feet are moving before my brain is, crumpled up note being carefully stuffed into my pants pockets.

…

Not far…

“The bird has taken flight, over.”

“Dustin, will you stop with the codenames?! Just- Just get into position! Over!”

…

How many damn riddles can this man write??? I must’ve collected more than twelve by now!

There’s a small collection of notes in my left hand, my pockets too filled up to stuff any more of them without damaging. My shoes squeak against the floors of the mostly empty school, echoing in my ears as I run from room to room, classroom to classroom.

I swear, If this is some sort of elaborate prank, I’m going to kick Eddie’s ass until Halloween comes.

I let out a groan leaning down to reach another, stuck beneath my– well, not mine, it hasn’t been mine since I graduated– seat at the iconic Hellfire Club lunch table. When I turn to the back, I’m surprised to see there isn’t a riddle this time, no little set of verses to greet me. So, after a small hum of interest, I fold it open.

“If you’ve reached this point of your quest, fair knight, I’m proud to tell you your prize awaits you! (Because I’m not like SOME people who do FAKE OUTS THREE TIMES IN A ROLL)

All that’s left is for you to come and get it. Your king awaits in our usual spot.”

-E.M.

“Pfft– my king?” I can barely pay attention to the soft laugh that leaves my lips, chest too warm and filled with cotton to notice. Dork.

Still, I just set the note with the rest, walking to the nearest exit with a smile on my lips.

I’m still have no idea what Eddie is planning with all of this. Despite the dozen plus notes, he hasn’t gave me a single of hint for the reason of this scavenger… Hunt.

…wait.

I mean, it’s not– it’s not possible, right?

He was talking about inviting Chrissy less than a week ago!

Nah, nah, yeah, it’s not… He wouldn’t. Not me, anyway.

…

Well I just made myself sad.

A groan leaves my lips as I shake my head, hair flowing around with the motion before bouncing and stopping, strands sticking to my eyelashes. Enough with the self pity. I’m better than this. Whatever it is that Eddie has planned to me is going to be awesome.

The hallways echoes with my steps, the sound of my combat boots squeaking in the shiny tile flooring being the only sound as I leave the school. It’s late afternoon at this point, the sun starting to set as everything is painted golden. The walk through the woods is longer than I remember, the late spring wind ruffling through my clothes. After a while, I’m reaching the clearing…

And there’s no one here…?

“Eddie?” I spin in place, looking in between the trees for any sign of the silhouette I know better than my own. It’s quiet here, with the exception of the singing birds and early crickets. I stuff my hands in my pockets, and my brows twitch in worry. “Did I take too long…?”

When I pull them back, one of them holds the last hint. It’s impossible to be anywhere else– he literally said our usual spot, and this is it, isn’t it? Unless my first suspicion was right, and he really meant to spread these around the town– wait, no, then why would he set them up around school? What am I m–

“BOO– OW!”

“EDDIE?!”

My knuckles sting, heart beating louder than a drum as I stare at my fallen best friend, cradling his own face. Immediately I reach for him, falling to my knees by his side.

“Jesus Christ, Munson, you scared the shit out of me! I’m so sorry– Oh, god dammit, sweetheart, c’mere, c'mere… Let me see…” I gently tug his hands from his face, touches practically feather light and with as much care as I can channel. He laughs all the while, completely unbothered by the forming bruise on his cheek.

“Jesus Christ, Henderson– You pack quite the punch! Holy crap, I think you dislocated my jaw–”

“Stop saying shit like that, you’ll manifest it.” I chuckle under my breath (but do check his jaw, making sure everything is in place and I didn’t punch one of his teeth in.). “Why the hell you sneaked up on me like that? What thought process made you think that was a good idea??”

“I don’t know!” He laughs, falling limp on the grass while looking up at me. His smile is almost dopey, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said he just got baked. He doesn’t smell like weed, tho. Just smoke and cologne, the one that makes me wish I could bury my nose into his neck and just live there. “I thought it’d be a good idea? All I needed to do was distract you for a little while!”

“Distract me?” I snort, brows tilting in a playful frown. “From what?”

“Shit–” And at the sound of my brother’s cursing, I lift my eyes from my best friend’s face.

What do I find if not the rest of the Hellfire club, haphazardly stacked on each other’s shoulders putting up a huge banner on the branches of the nearest threes. Jeff has Mike on his shoulders, while Bryan has Justin– and Lucas and Gareth watch a few steps away, clearly trying to not bring attention to themselves as I turn to them.

“Michael, if you ruin my jacket with your dirty ass shoes–”

“I’m trying not to! Stop moving!”

“Guys! Guys, I’m gonna fall! BRYAN–”

“You’re not gonna fall, Dustbin– stop being a pussy and just tie the goddamn thing.”

“What the hell…?” I mumble, even more confused than when I found the kids sneaking Eleven into Mike’s basement.

Eddie doesn’t answer me with anything but a cackle, getting up to his feet and jogging up to the rest of the club. His grin is so wide his dimples are lost between smile lines, brown eyes shining in the late afternoon sun that warms my skin and cheeks. He skids to a stop under the banner, not even waiting to check if it’s tied up properly before tugging the bottom and unrolling it.

‘COME DITCH PROM WITH THIS FREAK?’

And the arrows badly painted on the bottom point directly at him, that turns around to beam my way with his smile brighter than the sun.

…

I don’t know if the guys have fallen silent or if I just gone deaf, but I don’t have the mental power to look. It’s like the whole world turned… quiet.

My heart can’t seem to choose between skipping beats or skidding to stop. I can feel my skin tingling, my knuckles going from stinging to burning. As does the back of my neck and the bottom of my gut.

I read the words, over and over again, shocked…

“Is this…” My tongue feels like it’s knotted, tied and shipped to the other side of the country. No words could ever describe– whatever the hell I’m feeling right now. “Are you… Is– Are you for real??”

“Yeah.” He chuckles, the warm orange lighting almost making it look like his cheeks are dyed a soft red. His smile is confident, almost cocky and playful as he looks down at me. “As real as a I can be.”

My mouth feels drier than a desert, and I swallow harshly. I can’t turn my eyes from him, like I’m transfixed… which, in someways, I am.

He has hypnotized me, a puppet on his strings.

I feel starstruck.

Eddie takes my silent as a go ahead, because after standing under the banner for a second, he slowly walks to me again. For some reason, I don’t even think to get back on my feet until he’s almost right in front of me, his head obscuring the sun as if he’s the only star I need.

“Henderson,” He says, the smirk on his lips almost sheepish. “I’ve got to apologize. I’ve been… kind of a shit best friend for the last couple years. You’ve been my paladin, my white knight, the voice of reason when I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t even thank you properly.”

He extends his hand, the black stone in his ring finger catching the sunlight from his smile.

“So let me make it up to you… Will you let me take you with me to not-prom?”

My throat closes up, my eyes sting, but my smile is as bright as the moon.

“Yeah, I will.”

And I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

taglist! @eddiesgirlforever @plk-18 thx for the support and the patience!! :D

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Kinktober Day 1

Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader

This is my first Tumblr post, I don't know how everything works yet. Normally I write on Wattpad, but I wanted a bigger audience for kinktober, so here I am.

Warnings: Dom/sub, Painkink, Praisekink, Light degration, Spanking.

"Sit down." I just walked into the office of our new Russian teacher, and this is the first thing she says. Hello would've been nice. My first day at college has been finished for ten minutes, and yes, I already got detention on my first day.

"So, miss y/l/n. Could you please explain your behaviour in today's lesson to me?" Professor Romanoff leans slightly forward, holding eye contact.

Thinking back to today's Russian lesson, I didn't really do anything at all. Well, I got late because I couldn't find my cat in the morning when I had to give him his medicine, but that's all really. Though later on, the girl next to me asked me a question. Professor Romanoff heard me speaking when I responded to the girl, and that was detention for me.

"Uhm, I spoke during your lecture, answering another student's question." I escape from her gaze, looking away from her emerald green eyes.

"Eyes on me, miss y/l/n. Now, do you believe that it's appropriate to speak during my lecture?" I look back at her quickly. I immediately look down again, nervously. I catch a glimpse of her cleavage, as she has the top of her shirt unbuttoned.

"Your eyes are travelling places where they're not supposed to be. Answer my question."

My heart skips a beat. Why did she have to notice that? I have to answer her question. She asked if I thought of my behaviour as appropriate.

"No." I answer quickly.

"No who?" She looks at me, clearly unhappy with my short answer. Why does she have to be so strict but so breathtaking?

"No, professor."

"Good girl." She walks over to my side of the desk, circling me. "Now, what are we gonna do about your behaviour in class today?"

I keep quiet, not knowing what she's thinking about. My breathing gets heavier as my ability to think dissappears.

"At a loss of words, huh? Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk for me." She takes my arm and pulls me up.

"W-what?"

"You heard me, bend over the desk, y/n."

I do as she says, I don't know why I keep listening to the older woman. Any normal student would've run out, heading for the principal's office. But I want this. The second I walked into her classroom, she got me nervous. Not because I felt threatened by her, but everyone can see that Natasha Romanoff is stunning.

"You know, detka, you're under no obligation to do this. If you say stop, I will immediately." The professor whispers in my ear, making sure that I'm okay with this.

I nod my head, allowing her to do whatever she wants to me. She truly is the woman of my dreams.

"Use your words, malishka."

"Go ahead, professor." I shiver as her hand slides over my clothed back and butt.

"Good girl, can I take this off?" She tugs on my skirt.

"Yes, professor," I answer, my voice becoming smaller at her actions.

I feel the piece of clothing coming off.

"This one is gonna have to disappear, too," she says, removing my shirt from my body. Now that the shirt falls to the ground, I'm nearly naked. My only coverage is the forest green underwear I chose to put on in the early morning.

"Now, I think ten will be enough." Professor Romanoff is stroking my hair, to my back, to my arse. She keeps doing that for a short while, coaxing me to relaxation.

A sharp pain on my left buttcheek takes me out of my slumber. A yelp escapes my lips at the suddenness of the smack.

Suprisinly, I didn't dislike it. I feel excitement growing between my thighs.

"Stay focused, detka." She chuckles at the suprise in my body language. Then her hand comes down again, on my right buttcheek this time.

This time, I flinch, but I don't make a sound.

Professor Romanoff presses a kiss to my lower back, right before her hand meets my arse for the third time, this time with a lot more fierce.

I keep in the sound that wants to escape, wetness rushing to my pussy.

"Where are those sweet sounds of yours? You're allowed to express your feelings, love." She pulls my thong down, stroking my butt with her fingertips. I let out a sigh at the soft touch.

Her hand comes down harder than before, making me gasp loudly. Professor Romanoff chuckles at my reaction, smacking my buttcheeks for a fifth time. I whimper at her harshness, gripping the edge of the desk.

"Ahw malishka, do you have to hold on to the desk? Don't worry, we're halfway through." She kisses my neck, grazing it with her teeth as she pulls away.

Her hand comes down for the sixth time, lower on my buttcheek. I hold onto the desk, moaning out.

I feel how the wetness between my legs has grown and clench my thighs together, which the older woman immediately notices.

"Nuh uh." She spreads my legs with a quick move. She then pulls me down, so she has access to my pussy.

"Someone is turned on for her teacher, just a little slut." She gathers some of the wetness on her fingers and starts circling my bundle of nerves. I shudder against her, whimpering at the sensation.

With her other hand, she smacks me for the seventh time. She keeps circling my clit, pressing her lips onto my lower back. I feel her smile on my skin.

"Just three more times, sweety, then it will be over." I hear her raspy voice close to my ear. A moan escapes my mouth.

"Ahh!" Her hand comes down on my butt really hard, as she pushes a finger in my pussy. I move my hips against her hand, but pain shoots through my arse. "Hey, stop that now." Professor Romanoff's rigorous voice echos through the room.

I stop my movements for her to push a second finger in. She is clearly experienced since she knows how to hit the perfect spots inside me.

I arch my back, and I feel a hard, last smack of her hand, forcing a squeal out of me.

"I'm so proud of you, detka. You've been such a good girl for me." After pulling her fingers out, she starts pressing wet kisses onto my sore arse.

"Miss?" I ask politely.

"What's it, sweety?" The Russian professor asks between kisses.

"D-don't I get to... uhm, yeah, finish?" I say with a soft voice.

"Oh no, malishka, this was your punishment. But you know, if you come back tomorrow, maybe I'll think otherwise."

[milanned]

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠"; 𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 𝒙 𝑭𝑬𝑴 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 ~ 18+

𝙇𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: Hi and thank you for choosing to read my work! I haven't written seriously since my high school career, but I've missed writing, so I hope y'all enjoy this little number and I can get back into it 💋

Summary: You take on the task of showing the new recruit the ropes and end up showing him more than you bargained for.

unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, oral (f receiving), teasing, "officer" as a pet name/taunt

Warning! You are responsible for your own content consumption. This is a mature piece! (18+)

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"And this is the West Office, it's where your desk is."

Guiding newly instated officer Leon Kennedy was not a job you expected to be tasked with in the first few months of your career in law enforcement as a fairly new officer. The order had come from your General, as he knew Leon's family before the incident. However, you didn't understand how a man surrounded by so much crime as a young boy seemed to be so...normal. Leon gave off some of the most naive vibes you've ever seen in a man and was completely wide-eyed as you showed him around the Raccoon City police station. He was barely listening, instead opting for a look around at the former museum's unique architectural structuring.

"Officer Kennedy," you sighed, placing a hand on your hip. "Are you paying attention? We have a lot to get through today, so there's really no time for you to be daydreaming."

"Sorry, officer." he sheepishly replied. "I'm listening."

"Thank you," you reply gently, opening the door to the Office. "So, like I was saying, this is your desk." You place a hand on the cool oak surface, your nails tapping against the wood. "It was mine when I first got here, a few months ago. It's the desk given to all the new recruits. You'll be working here starting tomorrow, but today, you're with me." You say, stretching your thickly-lined, glossed lips into a smile.

Leon eagerly nodded in acknowledgment. He was clearly anxious, his restlessness giving way to awkward looks up and down your body.

"By the way officer, you have a beautiful smile. I'm excited to be working with you today."

"Why thank you, Officer Kennedy. You know, I think we're gonna get along just fine."

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Working across from one another in your office was how the day was supposed to go. And that's how it started-- innocent jokes cracked and laughs shared between the two of you as you passed paperwork back and forth across your desk. The occasional hands meeting and legs brushing under the table weren't intentional, nor were they unwelcome. Every time the two of your bodies met, your eyes did the same. Until about 4:30, when the day had started to wind down, all of your work was done, and you found yourself killing time by doing anything to coax that honey-coated laugh out of his throat.

"So yeah, basically avoid making peanut butter sandwiches in front of your dog."

Leon chuckled. That faraway look had manifested itself in his eyes again. You sigh contentedly to the satisfaction of hearing your new favorite sound. "Well, it's 4:45 officer," Leon stretched his arms upwards as he said it, his navy button-up lifting slightly. "Guess I'd better be heading back to my desk with these forms."

You nod wordlessly. You take the manila folder with his files and stand. You're walking over to the opposite side of the desk where he sits. Just as you're beginning to pass him, you're interrupted by his warm hand grabbing hold of your wrist.

"Unless you wanna put in some overtime?"

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"Mmmh, fuck!"

Next thing you know, you're bent over your desk getting your pussy devoured from the back. Leon's in your folds like he's doing laundry. His fingers occasionally swipe your clit and spread your slick from your sopping hole over the sensitivity. He leans back, catching his breath in rapid increments.

"Such a good, obedient girl f'me." He slips two fingers into you. Your walls instantly constrict his meaty digits. "Aren't you supposed to be my superior officer?" He begins pumping in and out of your pussy, fingers curled as he hits your g-spot slow, deep, and firm. You can't help but squirm underneath his painfully slow touch. "You don't do this for all your new recruits, do you, officer?"

You shake your head frantically. Doing your best to choke back your moans, You reach back to grab Leon's hair and find yourself grasping at nothing. He's stopped to say something taunting to you about suppressing your sounds, but all you can make out in your dazed state is "Come on officer, you wanted me to listen, right? I'm listening, but now you don't have much to say, huh?

All you could muster was an "mmph", your hand still cupped over your mouth. Your lashes fluttered in pure ecstasy as his breathy words teased your hole. You hear him stand behind you and unbuckle his belt, then spit on his hand, whispering curses as he gives himself a few strokes. You turn on your back and sit up on the desk. Your panties are at your ankles, your lip combo is smudged, and your button-up has been unbuttoned to reveal some cleavage. Leon turns back around to face you, and your mouth falls slightly agape. He has a tuft of hair running from his navel to the base of his dick. His abdomen is decently toned. You spread your legs and beckon him to step between them, which he does eagerly. Your knees curl themselves around his waist, pulling him in. One of his large hands grabs your wrists so your mouth stays exposed, while the other aligns himself with your hole. He carefully slides in, giving you time to adjust to his size. You lean forward to kiss Leon's plump, pinkish lips, squirting from your earlier stimulation added to the new sensation of Leon totally inside you. Your walls rapidly contract around him. You both hiss in unison from the intoxicating pleasure, and he quickly takes a one-handed grip on your waist. Leon begins pounding your pussy relentlessly. You can't do anything but moan loudly and dig your nails into his shoulder, head thrown back as he repeatedly hits your cervix with enough force to rock the desk back and forth. His dick is thick and warm. You fit around it like a leather glove.

"F-fuck.. good girl," Leon stammers. Moans slip from his lips as his strokes become increasingly haphazard. He shoots his load into you and pulls out. A string of his semen connects the two of you. One of his hands grips your chin, and you share another sweet kiss, the two of you struggling to catch your breath.

"Remind me not to listen to you more often."

[starsurface]

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Regressor Kung Lao w/ CG Raiden (Fic)

Kung Lao was normally a very sweet little.

That didn't mean he didn't like bouncing off the walls, or testing how much patience Raiden had. But he didn't like getting in trouble. Sometimes he pushed things too far and would be sent to time out. He never really served his full sentence though, Raiden was a sucker for puppy eyes and tears.

But he almost never purposely acted like a brat.

Which was why Raiden was so confused when he saw a broken vase on the floor.

More importantly, his broken vase.

Raiden had just come back from some training. It had gone smoothly. In fact, his entire day had gone mostly smoothly. But now he was home. Kung Lao had retired early for the night, mostly per Raiden's request. He could tell that Kung Lao was slipping. Raiden had just helped clean up and wipe down the place, so it wasn't like Kung Lao had a bunch of time to be mechevius. An hour at most.

He had expected the TV to be on some random channel, and Kung Lao crying about being unable to figure out the buttons. Or maybe even him trying to make food because he was hungry. He wasn't supposed to be using the microwave or stove while small. But Kung Lao sometimes threw a hissy fit, claiming he was a big kid and could do big things. Although a quick kiss on the forehead and telling him he was too small for something 'allowed' Raiden to help him.

Raiden wasn't concerned about the vase. Well, he was, he wish it wasn't broken. But he wanted to make sure Kung Lao hadn't cut or hurt himself first. He'd think of a small punishment or something later. He wasn't concerned about that right now. He needed to make sure Kung Lao wasn't hurt before anything happened.

"Kung Lao! Where are you-" Raiden cut himself off as Kung Lao waddled into the room with a dustpan and small broom.

The two stared at each other for a few moments. Kung Lao's eyes were wide. He hadn't expected Raiden to come home so early! He also hadn't meant to break his vase. He was gonna clean it up!! And try to put it back together! But now he was gonna get yelled it.

Kung Lao gasped, pointing at the broken pieces, "Oh-no!"

Maybe he could get out of trouble?

"Yeah, oh-no," Raiden nodded, smiling as he crossed his arms.

"How'd that happen?" Kung Lao put on a puzzled face.

Raiden saw through his act.

"That's a good question, Lao. How'd it happen?" Raiden asked, crossing his arms. Kung Lao suddenly looked skittish. "I'm not . . . mad, baby. I'm upset my vase is broken. But let me see your hands. Did you cut yourself? Does it sting anywhere?"

Kung Lao looked at the ground, but showed Raiden his hands. There was a small cut, but nothing bad. Raiden frowned at it.

"How'd you get that, sweetheart?" Raiden asked. Kung Lao looked at the wall. "Kung Lao, did you try picking up the glass with your own hands?"

"Are you disa-disaponted?" Kung Lao strugged, looking up at Raiden meekly.

"No, not disappointed. And especially not at you," Raiden kissed Kung Lao's temple. "A bit upset, but not mad or disappointed. I'm more concerned that you got hurt more than anything though."

"It's just a scratch," Kung Lao huffed.

"Just a scratch? No, no, this is very important," Raiden shook his head. "I'll pick up the glass, okay? Don't touch it. Let's get you a bandaid."

"But I was gonna glue it together!" Kung Lao whined. "I was playing wif the ball and it hit the vase. And so I thought I'd put it together for you!"

Raiden blinked at Kung Lao before smiling, laughing at his kind gesture. The thought was nice, but he didn't want to see Kung Lao get hurt by cutting himself on the pieces again. He was upset about his vase being broken, but the pieces did seem big enough to try to put back together. Plus he hadn't gotten the chance to put anything in it, so nothing inside spilt.

"How about we try to put it back together?" Raiden suggested. "We'll get this finger all bandaged up, and then I'll pick up the pieces, and then you and I will try to put the pieces back together, okay?"

"Like a puzzle?" Kung Lao asked, bouncing slightly. He liked puzzles!! They didn't own any, but Kuai Liang owned some!

"Exactly! But we've gotta be a bit careful around this puzzle, since it's super sharp," Raiden warned him.

Raiden fussed over Kung Lao, washing and kissing his small cut. Kung Lao got a Mickey Mouse bandaid, per his request.

Raiden refused to let Kung Lao touch the glass. He let Kung Lao guide his hands while putting the vase back together. Kung Lao fussed and huffed, but he was happy about how they put it back together!!

Although. . . it didn't look the same. Some pieces were too small to hot glue back together. And the glue was obviously sticking pieces together. It looked wrong. Kung Lao didn't like it very much.

"It looks all funny now," Kung Lao frowned.

Raiden shook his head, "Nah, it looks perfect. See? You can see all the hard work and care that went into it."

Kung Lao puffed his cheeks, "Yeah but it still looks wrong."

"Well then we'll make it a lesson, no more bouncing the ball inside," Raiden said, Kung Lao crossed his arms, glaring at him. "Did you think you'd get away without a lecture?"

"Well . . . maybe," Kung Lao shrugged.

"Wrong answer," Raiden booped his nose. "Now, it's okay to play with the ball, but we've gotta be careful when we throw it. Because if we throw it in the wrong direction, we can break something more breakable than a vase. We've even gotta be careful when we're rolling the ball! Otherwise we can hit the table leg again and drop a cup. Remember that?"

Kung Lao giggled at the memory. Raiden had done it when he was small. He rolled the ball in the wrong direction and it smashed into a standup table, knocking it and the stuff on it over. Nothing broke, but it was a huge mess. The poor baby sobbed over it. Kung Lao didn't yell at him, since Raiden really hadn't meant to do it.

And Kung Lao hadn't meant to break his vase. It was fixable, although they'd probably never be able to put anything in it anymore. Which was fine, it was more for decoration anyhow. He'd have to put it in a safer place though.

"I'll remember!" Kung Lao nodded. "Oh! Papa?"

"Yes, dear?" Raiden smiled, kissing Kung Lao's temple.

"The TV remote came apart again," Kung Lao said, holding back a giggle.

Raiden shook his head and ruffled Kung Lao's hair, already leading them both to the living room. So that's why he was playing with the ball. Raiden would have to leave simple instructions on how to put on Kung Lao's favorite show instead of just smashing buttons and dropping the remote on the ground when he gets upset. Maybe a picture design?

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And this was the second Mortal Kombat fic I ever wrote! :D

[please-let-me-be-horny]

The Good, the Bad and the Neutral in: Hide and Seek.

(The following story was requested by @decaffeinated-anxiety, and features a heavy focus on stalking)

Neutral Drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, anxiously gazing out the windshield towards the rapidly darkening sky. Besides him, Good was looking through the passenger side window, trying and failing to see anything in the back alleys behind the buildings they passed. It was getting later in the day and soon night will be falling. They really didn't have a lot of time to find him.

Bad had gotten out. And the last time he had gotten loose, he nearly killed someone.

"I honestly have no idea how I'm expected to trust you after this, how do you let something like this happen?!" Neutral was lacking his usual monotone, instead being replaced by obvious and audible stress and frustration. It was rare his emotions were so clear.

"oh once again this is my fault? Even if I had caught him sneaking out, how the fuck are you expecting me to stop him?" Good threw his arms up defensively as Neutral swung across and swatted at his arm frantically.

"Maybe if you weren't stoned to the gills all the time you'd have noticed him fucking leaving! Hell I didn't even find out he was missing until the fucking intern asked when he would be back! Fucking hell...." Neutral let out a frustrated sigh, slamming his fist into the steering wheel. "We're going to fucking prison if they catch him, you know that right?"

They continued to bicker amongst themselves for a while, the sun gradually dipping below the horizon and the street lights flickering into life, as the shadows cast by the buildings around them drew larger and darker. Even now as the two of them gazed out into the darkness, an ever growing sense of dread filled the pair of them.

"right...so he's probably on a hunt....we don't have to find him, we just have to find his food....ah, speak of the devil...." As he finished thinking out loud, he gave Good a nudge and pointed towards one of the alleys they were parked across the street from. A girl was leaving the rear of her shop, clearly locking up for the night. They watched as she placed ear buds into her ears, and pulled her hood up over her head.

"ok ok, this is promising....she's making an easy target of herself...and she doesn't appear to be with anyone...bingo. She is our carrot on a stick. We follow her, We find Bad." He turned to look at Good, who was simply nodding his head, attempting to process this information. Rolling his eyes, neutral grew impatient of waiting for Good to put the pieces together, and pulled the van away from the curb, begining to circle of the block so they could keep tabs on their bait.

"hood up means her peripheral vision is gonna be worse than normal. Listening to music means she isn't gonna hear anyone following behind her. She is literally Bads dream target." Neutral spoke slowly, intentionally dumbing things down for Good.

"I'm not talking to you, you're being an asshole." Good huffed, crossing his arms in a sulk as the pair of them continued to do laps of the block, circling her like sharks in bloodied waters. Neutral simply rolled his eyes and focused on their target.

She had only left the store a few minutes ago and was already getting the strange feeling she was being followed. It wasn't an uncommon feeling for her, especially since she had started taking late shifts. But this time it felt different. She had seen the same black van pass her multiple times. First pass. Second pass. Third pass. She could feel herself becoming more and more exposed by the moments. She waited for the van to round the corner ahead of her, before ducking into an alley and attempting to follow a different route to escape her potential pursuers.

Neutral and Good were still in grumpy silence when they rounded the corner on their fourth pass and noticed she had vanished.

"Where the fuck did she go?! What?!"

"Do you think she made us?"

"well I dunno about you but most women I know don't know how to turn into fucking smoke, get out and go check the alleyways out, I'll keep lapping the block and see where she pops up..."

Good jumped out the van with a huff, still annoyed at the tone Neutral was taking with him. He quickly crossed the road and entered into the alleyway, just in time to see a dark silhouette take off running around a corner. Fuck.

She heard the footsteps behind her as she ran, getting more and more lost in the maze of back streets and alleyways. It was dark. She couldn't see. And all she could hear was the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching behind her. She turned a corner. Then another. And another. She didn't know where she was anymore. Only that she was being chased. She turned another corner, running into something hard and falling to the floor.

Bad looked down at the girl who had just ran into him, scowling and frustrated that she hadn't seen him. Letting go of the now crushed and ruined groceries he was clutching to his chest, he let the mess of wet paper bags and crushed crisps fall to his feet as Good rounded the corner, clearly out of breath and struggling to stand up right.

"Sto-oh...OH! holy shit dude where did you go?!" Goods whole attitude changed the moment he saw Bad, jumping over the body of the girl he had just been chasing to bring his brother into a one sided and very affectionate hug. "god we've looking all over for you, man, Neutrals in the van pulling his finger nails out with worry." Bad pushed Good off if him, throwing him a glare and motioning to the mess of groceries in the floor, before reaching into his pocket and handing Good a handwritten shopping list. In Goods handwriting.

"oh...oh yeah I sent you to get snacks, didn't I?....man maybe neutral was right about how much I'm getting stoned lately..." Bad simply rolled his eyes, pushing Good to the side and focusing his attention on the girl Infront of him, before turning back towards Good, a confused look on his face.

"oh, yeah uh....sorry about that, chick, we thought our friend here was gonna...well we won't go into it. You ok?" Good lowered himself to the ground beside the girl, offering her a hand and helping her to her feet. "I uh....you aren't gonna hurt me then? You weren't....trying to kidnap me or rape me or murder me or anything?!" As she said this, Bad looked over her, glaring down into her eyes, still frustrated she had just demolished his groceries. Though he couldn't speak, Bad was quickly picking up on the slight differences and changes in her tone. Confusion. Disappointement. Anger. All very clear to him, but passing way over his brother's head.

"well, thing is my brother here was lost, and he has a habit for following pretty girls ho-" Bad gave Good a small sap to the chest, silencing him for a moment, before placing a hand in the girls shoulder and turning her to face him. Opening his phone, he scrolled through for a moment, before offering his phone to her. Turns out he had been following her after all. Just not today. She scrolled through multiple pictures of her, all taken candidly from various places in her store. She swallowed hard and flushed red for a moment, looking up into Bad's eyes, who simply held a finger up to his mouth, demanding her silence.

"so...you were....stalking me....but you weren't....chasing me? I'm sorry I'm just really confused, am I safe or not?" Once again, Bad picked up on the subtle hint of disappointment in her voice. Taking his phone from her, he reached down and took a gentle hold of her hand, gripping it firmly, before patting Good on the back. "Oh? Is she? Ok....she's coming too I guess....sorry dear, but you're coming with us... apparently"

Just for a moment, there was a flash of excitement in her eyes, that was quickly suppressed when Good produced the rag from his pocket and clamped it over her face. "sssh gotosleepgotosleeogotosleep"....

She woke up groggy a few hours later. She couldn't see. And her muscles in her shoulders and wrists were burning. As more and more of her senses returned to her, she realise she was blindfolded, and suspended by her wrists in some sort of binding. She let out a panicked whimper, thrashing her weakened body against her restraints and realising that she had also been stripped, feeling the cool breeze passing over her exposed body. She opened her mouth to scream, but as the noise started to escape from her lungs, fingers roughly enter her mouth, muffling her cries. The blindfold was removed.

Bad was standing Infront of her, along with Good and Neutral. Of the three of them, Bad looked the most excited behind his mask. Good looked like he'd just been told off by one of his teachers, and Neutral was in the process of cracking his knuckles in a repetitive pattern. The backs of his hands were raw and bleeding from where it looked like he'd been scratching himself.

Bad once again raises a finger to his lips, signaling for her silence, to which she feebly nodded, before Bad removed his fingers from her mouth. "I-i'm s-sorry, p-please..." She was silenced again as Bad stuffed his fingers back into her mouth. As she began to cry and sob around Bads finger tips, Neutral stepped forward and reached up, gently wiping the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief, before folding it neatly and placing it back into his jacket pocket. "So...we owe you an apology...we scared you and chased you when we didn't need to...we were afraid that Bad here was gonna come and hurt you and in the process of trying to avoid that, we got carried away....we're sorry..." Bad nodded approvingly of the apology, removing his fingers from the girls mouth and gesturing for her to speak.

She waited, confused for a moment, her eyes darting between the three of them, before finally landing on Bad. "So...so you stopped them from...well...." Bad simply nodded, before reaching up and begining to untie her binds. Letting her out of her restraints, he scooped her up into his arms, before carrying her back towards his room in the warehouse. "Th-thank you....thank you from saving me from those awful men..." Bad cooed softly, petting the back of her head as he closed the door behind them. Still naked, he lowered her into a bed, before nodding towards a neatly folded pile of clothes on the floor beside her. Her clothes. "W-wait! Why am I uh...why am I naked?..." She blushed deeply, attempting to cover up what she could as she spoke to the masked stranger.

Cocking his head to one side, he returned to the bed, sitting down beside her and once again opening up his phone, and showing her the reason why she had been stripped. Bad had taken his time with her unconscious body. There were lots of pictures of the pair of them together. Bad jerking off as she hung lifeless Infront of him. Drawing pictures in the cum that covered skin. There were even a few censored shots of what appeared to be other strangers coming to touch and grope her whilst she was dosed. Bad reached and arm over her shoulder and gave her an affectionate squeeze, before pointing to her groin and wagging a finger, suggesting that no one had actually penetrated her sexually. He had simply turned her into an exhibit. Something to show off. A trophy. He once again gave her head a soft and affectionate pat, before standing up and leaving her alone in his room, locking the door behind him.

She swallowed hard, taking a moment to process everything that was happening. After a short while, a smile began to spread on her face.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Eula, Jean, Sharon, Elliot, Towa, Hange, Hitch, and Historia seeing their S/O in a swimsuit

Genshin Impact / Trails of Cold Steel / Attack on Titan

No one requested this, I just thirst eternally for swimsuit weather.

Eula wasn't keen on the idea of swimming at a beach. The water and sand was far too warm for her liking.

That is, until she saw S/O stride up next to her wearing a rather revealing but cute piece.

(S/O) "Eula, is something wrong?"

(Eula) "...N-No. It's just a bit hot is all."

(S/O) "Ah, I guess that's fair. Next time we can go swimming in Dragonspine."

Averting her gaze, she tried clearing her throat and continuing as normal.

(Eula) "I doubt you'd be able to avoid freezing if you went swimming in that."

(S/O) "Then how about we enjoy this water together?"

(Eula) "I will go first. You better not stare, S/O."

(S/O) "Hah, no promises!"

Eula made sure to speed ahead to avoid staring at them.

Jean was already blushing as she put back on the swimsuit Lisa and Barbara chose for her.

It wasn't revealing (thank Barbatos), but still, she was now wearing it alone with S/O.

But upon seeing S/O's swimsuit, it made Jean blush even harder.

(S/O) "Wow, I heard what it looked like from Lisa but actually seeing it-..."

(Jean) "H-Hey! Don't just stare..."

(S/O) "Hah, sorry. It looks really good on you."

(Jean) "Um...T-Thank you. You look good as well, S/O.

S/O holding her hand is what snaps her out of her embarrassment and gets her to relax.

As the two held each other's hand as they walked along the water, Jean couldn't help but peek a few times.

Sharon's own swimsuit was very revealing. But the clear jacket she wore around it almost made her seem ethereal.

She knew exactly what she was doing choosing it, and saw S/O walk up in a relatively modest swimsuit.

(S/O) "W-Wow...Sharon."

(Sharon) "Hello, dear. Is something catching your eye?"

(S/O) "Did...you choose that yourself?"

(Sharon) "I did. I thought it looked good on me. Clearly, you seem to agree."

S/O realized they were staring and looked away, making her giggle.

She grabbed their arm and suddenly lifted them up and walked to the waters.

(Sharon) "Let's enjoy the weather together, shall we?"

(S/O) "R-Right."

Sharon's smile got bigger when she looked at her S/O.

(Sharon) "You look rather eye-catching as well, though you're not leaving too much to my imagination."

Elliot simply wore swimming trunks. Nothing fancy about it.

He frowned as he looked down at himself. He wasn't nearly as muscular as the other guys in his class, but it didn't bother him as much as it used to.

(S/O) "Hey, Elliot!"

His face quickly changed to a smile when he turned to S/O.

(Elliot) "Hey! Nothing too fancy yourself, huh?"

If anything, Elliot was glad S/O didn't decide to be extra with their swimsuit.

It made it a lot easier for him to keep his eyes on the correct places.

(S/O) "Nah, I just wanted to get in the waters. I don't want anyone staring at me after all."

His smile quickly faded as S/O leaned in, being replaced with a blush so bright it almost matched his hair.

(S/O) "Not that I particularly mind if you do, though~."

(Elliot) "U-Um..."

(S/O) "Hah, sorry. You look cute when you're flustered."

Elliot got his revenge by picking S/O up with his surprising strength, and tossing them into the cold waters.

(S/O) "GAH! C-COLD! SO COLD!"

(Elliot) "Hah, you look cute when you're freezing!"

Towa's swimsuit was a cute blue one piece. She didn't intend on getting in the water and instead just simply enjoying the cool breeze.

S/O sat down next to her, which appeared to be a relatively normal swimsuit, with stripes on it.

(Towa) "Hey, not getting in the water?"

(S/O) "Not without you, Towa. By the way, that dress is really cute on you."

(Towa) "Aww, thanks! Honestly, I'm glad I got this one piece, I don't know if I could actually show off more skin..."

(S/O) "I'm sure you could rock the look, though."

(Towa) "Maybe if I got a bit taller..."

(S/O) "Uh uh, no line of thinking like that. Or else I'm gonna toss you in the water."

(Towa) "Oh, you wouldn't dare!"

(S/O) "Wanna find out?"

The two of them giggled as Towa scooted closer to S/O.

(Towa) "Maybe later we can. For now...I just want to enjoy this time with you."

=Modern AU for AOT gals=

Hange didn't get to visit the beach very often, but when they did, they'd make a whole deal about their own swimsuit.

After mulling it over and choosing the one most likely to deal psychic damage to S/O, they waited with the patience of a child.

(Hange) "Come on, the waters waiting for us!"

(S/O) "Coming, coming."

When Hange saw S/O, they catcalled as they walked by.

(Hange) "Niiiice!"

(S/O) "Hange, you've seen me like this before."

(Hange) "Am I not allowed to appreciate my own S/O?"

(S/O) "Not if you're staring at me like you do your research."

(Hange) "I'm offended, that's how you know I'm in love with you!"

Both of them laughing, Hange dashed over to the waters with S/O, making sure it's loudly known that Hange approved of their swimsuit, even it was just a modest one.

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(Hange) "Hmm, one piece, or something super slinky and revealing?"

(S/O) "Hange, I swear to god."

(Hange) "What, jealous other people are gonna see me?"

(S/O) "No, I'm just worried you'll find the worst possible swimsuit to wear. I saw you eyeing those crab-pattern bikinis-"

(Hange) "Oh come on! You'd know I'd look smoking in them!"

(S/O) "Only thing that'd be smoking would be my eyes."

(Hange) "Oh my god, you sound like Levi! Buzzkiiiilll!"

Unfortunately for S/O, Hange did get the crab pattern bikini.

Hitch wore a bikini that properly showed off her assets.

And since it was only S/O in the area, she could wear it in peace without any assholes staring at her.

She laid on her towel under the umbrella, yawning.

(Hitch) "Man, I knew I should've brought something to read at least."

(S/O) "Sorry I took so long!"

Hitch looked over to S/O, who was wearing an appropriate swimsuit. Not too much skin revealing, yet not too much covered. Much to her disappointment.

(Hitch) "Aww, how boring!"

(S/O) "What?"

(Hitch) "The swimsuit! You couldn't have worn something sexy like me?"

(S/O) "Hah, well I can't deny that you look fantastic in that."

Noticing the slight blush arising, she couldn't help but laugh.

(Hitch) "You're such a dork. Whatever, let's get splashing already."

She lazily got up and strolled with S/O over to the water.

Before suddenly picking them up, and throwing them into the ocean, causing her to almost keel over laughing, and as a result, tripping into the water herself.

Historia couldn't wait to get into the water, and made sure to wear something practical yet cute.

It was a yellow half zip bikini, and she had no worries wearing it since it was just her and S/O at this beach.

Hearing footsteps approach, she turned around with a smile.

(Historia) "Ah, there you are!"

Historia practically jumped into their arms, trying to pull them into the water.

She didn't even have time to process their swimsuit.

(Historia) "I want to see if we can find a shell as a souvenir! I promised Ymir I'd bring one back."

(S/O) "Okay, okay! We have all day you know!"

She happily spoke with them as they messed around, splashing water and stepping on the wet sand hunting down any kind of pretty shell.

It was only when they were walking together near the end of the day did she realize what S/O looked like.

It wasn't necessarily the swimsuit, but the way they looked in the evening sun, glistening water on their body as they smiled at her.

That made her heart stop.

(S/O) "...Historia?"

(Historia) "Sorry, just...enjoying the view."

She gave them a kiss on the cheek and smiled back.

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫.

❝ The memories we make together will forever be locked within my heart. ❞  

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1717

Warnings: none!

Author Note: this is purely self indulgent JGHGFJJ- HELP ITS LONGER THAN MY ROOK ONE. also this is definitely not proofread so sorry for any errors-

Synopsis: The biggest formal at NRC was just around the corner and you’ve been trying to stay away from it. However, that’s not going to end up being the case.

The biggest formal of the year was fast approaching and every Night Raven College student was scrambling. Well, most of them. You however, were an exception. 

Formal events like that were never your thing, you’ve only attended them when you were essentially required to do so. Otherwise you stayed home and skipped the event entirely, only hearing bits and pieces from your classmates. Even though you were transported to another world you still couldn’t escape these events, thus you had planned to skip like you always did, opting to stay at ramshackle. However, as your luck had it, no matter where you went on campus there was always a talk of it. Inherently there was nothing wrong with some conversation about this kind of event, but it was getting excessive. At least for you. 

“WHAT?! You’re not going?!” Deuce had exclaimed as he heard your answer to his previous question.

“No… I’m not? I just don’t like those kinds of fancy and formal events. I’d rather spend my night doing things I actually like doing.” you casually shrugged.

“What a loser!” Ace jumped in, laughing jokingly.

“Haha, yeah keep laughing Ace, it won’t sway me.”

“It’s like, literally one of the biggest events of the year, I don’t see why you’re so casually skipping it like this.” 

“Well, like I said, it’s just not my thing. I don’t like the idea of dressing up and mingling.” 

“Oh how bad can it be? Just some people, I mean if it says anything Deuce and I will keep you company if you’re so afraid of it haha!”

“I’m not afraid of people or the event itself. Sevens, what do I have to say to shut you up.” an irritated tone arose in your voice.

“For one, you could just go. I mean sooner or later you’re gonna go back to your world right? So why not just go for the experience and memories. Like Ace said, we’ll all go together so what’s there really to lose?” Deuce said, a hopeful ping within his voice.

“You do have a point there. I mean, as long as I don’t have to spend hundreds of thaumarks for an outfit and put on copious amounts of makeup, then maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Alright, deal.” Ace then put out his hand, waiting for you to shake on it.

“I just really hope I don’t regret this.” you sigh, taking his hand in yours and shaking it.

Over the next few days, things had surprisingly gone as normal as it could. It felt like something was off. Classes had just ended and as you were making your way out of your class, you had bumped into someone. 

“Oh dear me.” The ever so familiar voice had spoken, placing their arms around you as a means of support. “You really must be careful where you’re going, my tater tot.”

“Vil! I’m so sorry- I guess I was just a little distracted.” you stuttered out, still composing yourself from the encounter.

“No worries, make sure you don’t make the same mistake in the future. I wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” he let go, the warmth that had enveloped you suddenly gone. You had felt cold.

“Yeah, of course. Um, well if you’ll excuse me then-” Before you could make your escape, he had gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“First, I wasn’t finished, and second, what made you so distracted that you weren’t aware of your own surroundings?”

“Er… I suppose I just felt like things have been too normal I suppose. I can’t really explain it. But I promised Deuce and Ace I’d go to that formal event. I’ve never been too fond of those types of things so I wanted to opt out, but they weren’t having it and goaded me into going.” you exasperatedly sigh, recalling the conversation.

“Going with Deuce and Ace hm? I see…” His voice lowered.

“Something the matter, Vil?”

“No nothing at all. I just remembered something important. I must attend to that, but in the meantime, don’t let that event get to you. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” with that, he gently patted your head and left.

At this point the dance was only a few days away. The atmosphere of NRC was as chaotic as the cultural fair or even the winter break. It was quite intense and you were getting caught up in the middle of it. Whether it was being accidentally shoved in the hallways or getting an earful about the event from other students. You had promised to Ace and Deuce that you’d go, well more like shook on it but it was the same either way. You had owed it to them at the very least. So at one point you had gone into the local town and scoured the selection of possible outfits. You had found a few but they were all way above your current price range, so those were no doubt out of the question. With that, you’d surmised that the best option would have to be making due with the current clothes you possess. Which so happened to be your uniform. 

A heavy sigh escaped your lips when the night of the formal had come. You had just finished tying the tie to your uniform when you suddenly heard a knock from the front door. Initially you had thought that it was either Ace or Deuce, or both, but when you got to the door and opened it, there was instead Vil with a mysterious box in hand. 

“Vil what are you doing here?” you asked with a bit of disbelief in your voice.

“Just as I thought.” He said, making his way towards you in haste. “Here, come with me. You are not wearing that to the formal.”

Without room to argue he drags you towards your room. 

“You can’t go to the formal wearing your school uniform.” he scoffed.

“It’s the only formal thing I have. I tried going into town to see if I could get anything better but…” a frustrated blush appeared on your cheeks. “But… I didn’t have enough to afford it.”

He sighs, “Well you’re lucky you have me. Here, have this. It’s an outfit to wear.” He hands you the elegantly wrapped box. “Come out when you’re done, I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.” 

With that, he leaves and closes your door, leaving you flabbergasted and confused. Once the initial shock leaves you, you carefully open the box, making sure not to rip anything. What you saw was an eloquent outfit. It looked far beyond what you could ever pay for, not to mention it was very… out of your comfort range. Funny enough, when you had unfolded it, it looked like a design within the same family as what Vil was wearing. Did he just get an extra? Is this some kind of prototype piece that he got from modeling it? Thoughts were swirling around your head as you tried to make sense of what was in your hands. There was no way he was trying to say something with this was he? When you had finally come back to reality you quickly, but carefully, put on the outfit, making sure you put it on right, before you left for the living room.

“Vil, I’m not so sure about this.” a hesitant tone coating your voice.

When he had heard you, he turned around towards the staircase, his eyes fixated on the way you had looked. “See, you look so much better.” He got up and straightened out the small wrinkles you had failed to get out previously.

“Why did you give me this? Was it some sort of leftover prototype outfit that you needed to get rid of?”

“Of course not. It was part of a matching set.” he let out a small chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “A matching set to what I’m wearing. I saw it and thought you’d look beautiful in it.” 

“Wait- Repeat that again?” 

“I said, I saw this and thought the set would look good on us. Does it not?”

“So… You’re telling me you got a matching set so that you and I could wear it together to this formal event?” you had felt like your soul was about to ascend from your body.

“That is what I said. Sorry to spring this idea upon you so suddenly, but this is my way of asking if you’d like to go to the formal with me.” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“Oh wow- Ok- This is a lot-” you stammer out. “What will people say- Vil asked me to the formal… Um ok- I um…” 

Vil lightly laughs at your confused state, gently grabbing your hand to try and calm you down. “Again, I know it’s sudden, but ever since you had said you were going I couldn’t help myself. To be quite honest, I had expected you to not go. You’ve never seemed like the type of person to go to events such as these. Well, of your own free volition. So it took me by surprise.” 

“I see… Well I mean- I really didn’t want to go. But actually, maybe I’m kind of glad I’m going.” a blush creeped across your face as you looked down at his hand in yours.

“Oh? Really?” He smirks, squeezing your hand a little tighter. “Why is that?” 

“If I have to be honest, it might be because if I didn’t go, I wouldn’t have been able to go with you.” 

“So it’s a yes?” 

“It’s a yes, Vil.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. We should get going now, otherwise we’ll miss the formal.” a smile gracing his ever so beautiful face.

“Yeah, ok, let’s go.” a flushed expression present on your face.

Before you two had left, he pulled you forward into his arms and gave a small peck on your forehead, of course making sure not to smear his lipstick. 

“I’m glad you said yes my dear tater tot. Now I can show you off to everyone at the formal and show them that you chose me.”

“Vil, you and I both know that it was you that chose me first.”

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Devin's Dude Ranch: Episode Nine

*the episode opens with a shot of Echo Valley Ranch. It's early-mid morning and the birds are singing.*

Devin, in diary room (with a lot of energy): "Today's the day of our second challenge and I can't wait to see how the guys do! Can you tell I'm really excited about this one!?"

*the next shot opens with Devin standing in front of a stage area set-up in her backyard. the contestants are lined up in front of her.*

Devin: "Hi guys! Good morning. Welcome to our second challenge. I hope you guys are ready to give this one all you've got because frankly, I've really been looking forward to today."

Devin (continues): "I can see it on your faces: 'Devin, what the heck are we doing?'. Well, fellas. Today, you'll be putting on a talent show!"

*the contestants murmur among themselves*

Devin (continues): "I know you've all got special talents and I want to see them today. Whoever impresses me the most will win a solo date. Are you guys ready?"

*the contestants cheer in reply*

Devin: "That's what I want to hear! Alright, Houston. You're up first!"

*the next shot shows Houston sitting down at a grand piano, he begins playing Moonlight Sonata*

*Devin can be seen in the background with a smile slowly spreading across her face*

*Houston's playing is beautiful, though he does trip over a few notes here and there. he grimaces when he does but pushes through and finishes the piece.*

*when Houston finishes he stands, receives his applause and waits to hear from Devin*

Devin: "Wow. That was truly beautiful, Houston. You continue to impress me. Thank you."

*Houston places his hand over his heart, mouths 'thank you' to Devin then returns to his seat with a smile on his face.*

Stan, in diary room: "Hot damn. Is there anything that boy can't do? I mean, it wasn't perfect, but it was sure a hell of a lot better than I coulda done. I might be in trouble for this date."

*the next shot shows Albert on stage. he has a microphone in his hand and is performing a comedy routine.*

Albert: "I went and visited my parents recently. My parents have a real, real, real fat cat. It’s real fat. People point it out, you know? They walk in; They’re like, 'Man, that cat’s fat.' And it feels rude, you know, like, 'He doesn’t speak Simlish, but we do, so maybe don’t say that.' And they’re just… you know, they’re like, 'What are y’all feeding this cat?'"

Albert (continues): "You’re like, 'Whatever you feed a cat, dude. Like normal cat food stuff. We pour a bowl. Like, if he eats eight birds outside, he doesn’t tell us.' You know, he’s not like, 'Oh, I ate out tonight. I’m good.' And then they’re like, 'Well, y’all should do something.' You’re like, 'What do you think we’re not doing? Do you think he has a gym membership and we don’t drive him to the gym?' He’s a cat. That’s his gym membership, he’s a cat. I watched him jump from the ground on top of the refrigerator. That’s like if I jumped on top of a school bus from the ground. Like, if I… if I did that, you’re not gonna be like, 'Well, you still could lose a little bit, you know.' Just keep doing what you’re doing."*

*Devin & the contestants can be heard howling with laughter*

*comedy bit originally by Nate Bargatze - because I'm too high and tired to try to write actual comedy.

*when his bit is complete, Albert puts the microphone back and waits to hear from Devin*

*Devin wipes her eyes and composes herself*

Devin: "That is...*bleep*ing hilarious, Albert. Do your parents really have a fat cat?"

*Albert nods*

Albert: "Oh yeah. His name is Reggie."

Devin: "Well, I love Reggie. And thank you so much for making me laugh so hard my face hurts. I didn't know you were such a comedian, but now that I do, that's a plus in your column, cowboy."

*Albert runs over to Devin and kisses her hand before hustling back to his seat*

Houston, in diary room: "I hate to admit it, but Albert's bit was actually really funny. Now I'm worried. I really want this date with Devin."

*The next scene opens with Stan at the microphone. he's backed up by music playing through the stereo behind him and he's singing Cheeseburger in Paradise.*

*Devin looks on, half impressed by the quality of Stan's singing voice and half amused by his choice of song.*

Stan (singing):

"I like mine with lettuce and tomato Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer Well, good God almighty which way do I steer For my

Cheeseburger in paradise Making the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice To get a cheeseburger in paradise Get me a cheeseburger in paradise I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise"

*the music comes to an end, and Stan squares himself in front of Devin, clearly proud of his performance*

Devin: "Stan! That was both entertaining and impressive. I didn't know you could sing that like! And somehow that song choice is 100% you. I loved it. Thank you so much."

*Stan nods to Devin, thanks her and returns to his seat, wiping the sweat from his forehead*

Handra, in diary room: "Stan was living his best life up there. He was being true to himself and I loved that for him. Way to go, buddy!"

*the next scene opens with Handra front and center. He's playing Hotel California on guitar.*

*Devin leans forward in her seat and watches Handra play intently*

*Handra plays perfectly, making each note of the song come alive as he strums the resonator guitar.*

*when the song is over, he sets the guitar down and looks to Devin*

*Devin takes a deep breath*

Devin: "Handra. Wow. That was incredible and so...moving. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us. I had no idea you were musically talented. I'm very, very impressed."

*Handra beams at her, mouths 'thank you' before blowing her kiss and returning to his seat*

Albert, in diary room: "My boy Handra can play, holy *bleep*. I'm in trouble for this date. Man!"

Devin: "Guys, that was every bit as amazing as I hoped it would be. Thank you so much for showing me your talents. I am so impressed by all of you. Truly."

Devin (continues): "This was a really, really hard decision. But, at the end, I had to go with the person who surprised me the most with their talent."

Devin (continues): "And that person, is..."

Devin (continues): "Albert!"

*Albert stands up and looks utterly shocked*

*Winner picked by random name picker.

*he meets Devin at the front and the two share a quick hug*

Devin: "Congrats, funny guy."

*Albert grins and returns to his seat*

Devin: "Again, guys, thank you so much for today. I really had a good time and hope you did too. And don't forget - there are still plenty of chances to win solo dates with me."

Albert, in diary room: "I won. I'm going on a solo date with my girl. I can't believe it. And Mom told me I'd never get anywhere being funny. I guess I owe Reggie some catnip or something..."

Devin, in diary room: "I can't believe the talents these guys have been holding out on me. I mean, how amazing was today!? And I'm really, really looking forward to my date with Albert. I can't wait to spend more time with him and see if there's more between us than surface level stuff."

Houston submitted by @invisiblequeen Albert submitted by @bakersimmer James "Stan" submitted by @natolesims Handra submitted by @bloomingkyras

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Finally, Atara had a turn with training. She was outside close to where Eriks training was, but it had a few benches and a tree canopy.

“So, what’re we gonna be doing?” Atara asked Charles.

“Well, I don’t know what I’m dealing with. So, tell me, how does *your* mutation work.” Charles words were full of intrigue.

“Basically-” Atara started before being interrupted.

“I don’t wanna hear the basics I wanna hear everything about your mutation.” Charles clarified his statement.

“Ok?” Atara was confused to why he was so interested. “Well, when my body is injured, it pulls itself back together. Like if you tore off my arm it wouldn’t just grow back, my arm would come back.” Charles was nodding along, seemingly hypnotized.

“Is there like a distance that it won’t come back?” Charles questioned.

“No, but most of the time my blood doesn’t come back, my blood replenishes much faster than a normal human, so I bleed a lot faster, and a lot more but it never runs out. If you were to try and trap a piece of me in like a jar or something, it kinda just vanished through the object and comes back to me. It's really weird."

"There isn't really a way to train that, especially since I don't want to hurt you so I think we can just stick to combat and stuff." Charles told Atara who looked slightly shocked.

"I have other mutations." She reinformed him.

"I know that, but, you said that it hurts to use them, again I don't want to hurt you." Charles smiled sweetly at her. She felt sickly feeling, like she was gonna throw up. But the feeling also kind of felt nice, no one but Riptide had really been nice to her.

“So what types of combat?” Atara inquired.

“Well just basic hand to hand, you know. Though we’ll have to find someone who can, I can’t do much of that stuff.” He chuckled scratching the back of his neck.

“Sounds good just get me when you’ve found someone.” With that Atara left the bench and headed back to the house. Charles watched her walk away, he still couldn’t believe how someone could be so perfect.

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Turns out Erik was the only one who knew anything about actual fighting. Sean tried to convince Charles that he knew cause of the amount of action movies he watched would suffice for training.

Everybody had ended up gathered around the makeshift area in the grassy lawn. Atara had changed into black shorts, a black tank top, and some tennis shoes Raven had let her borrow.

Erik had the same grey sweat pants he was wearing earlier but decided to take off the jacket to reveal a white tank.

Atara wasn’t too excited to be fighting her little brother but she did have to train at least a little bit. Charles had gone over a few basic rules, no bone breaking, obviously no fatal wounds even if Atara could heal herself, and try not to knock the person out.

Charles had decided to be referee to make sure these rules were followed, though he also didn’t think they would break the rules. Alex, Sean, Hank, and Raven had made bets to see who would win. Hank, and Alex had bet against Erik, thinking Atara would win. Sean and Raven bet against Atara thinking Erik would win. Each person bet ten dollars and winners would split the winnings.

“Get ready.” Charles called out to the two fighters. Atara had decided to start with defense rather than using on her offense. “Get set.” Charles words had cast a stillness over everybody watching. Atara and Erik started in a classic fighting position.

“Go!” Charles announced. Erik was the one who threw the first punch, she dodged and waiting for Erik’s next attack. He goes for a forward kick, Atara went to block before Erik’s leg switched angles and he changed to a side kick, the blow lands on the side of her upper arm, the blow caused her to grunt. Charles stiffened in worry, and he moved a step closer.

Atara threw another punch, Erik dodged and countered. She dodged by dropping down, kicking Erik’s legs out from under him. He grunted as the wind was taken from his lungs. Atara to this time to pin him down by putting her foot against his throat.

Erik tried to push her foot off, squirming and pushing his feet into the ground to try and help. Atara pushed further before Charles interrupted.

“That’s enough now!” He called out and Atara moved her foot off and leaned down offering her hand to Erik. He used her hand to help him. She pulled him into a hug, she pulled back at looked him in the eyes.

“You okay?” She asked, he nodded and pulled out of her arms. Charles walked up to her.

“That was amazing darling.” He complemented, she noticed the pet name and the feeling in her stomach came back.

“Darling?” She asked raising her brow. Charles blushed.

“Oh! I apologize, it just slipped out.” He tried to cover up his slip up.

“I don’t mind.” She told him and he smiled, trying to make his blush go away.

“I think it best if you teach self defense lessons, it could help greatly in the fight.” Charles offered changing the subject.

“I’m not against the idea.” Atara thought about the option before shrugging. “Sure I’ll do it.”

“Excellent.” Charles smiled while clasping his hands together, “We’ll start training tomorrow.” Atara nodded, a small smile appearing on her face at Charles enthusiasm.

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The next day started early, Atara started with Hank at 7. Hank was a fast learner, he had the basics down in an half an hour and was able to keep up with her going easy on him.

The next hour was Sean, he was definitely interesting. It took him the hour to learn how to punch right.

Next was Alex, he seemed to have more street fighting abilities, she just helped him clean up his weak spots.

Raven was next, she had started off in her ‘human’ form, eventually Atara convinced her to use her blue form and she became quite a lot stronger and quicker. The lesson ended a half hour later than it was supposed to because of Raven and Atara chatting at the end.

Atara took a lunch break before starting up again at one with Erik, his session lasted the longest, about three hours. It took this long because it was the first to win five rounds, Atara had ended up winning but it had been close.

She took a nap due to her tiredness from the full day of teaching. Then dinner started, ending at seven. At seven thirty Atara started training with Charles.

“So what do you know?” She asked, crossing her arms, dressed in a tank and some shorts.

“Almost nothing.” Charles admitted, “But i could easily find out.” He motioned his two fingers to his head. Atara chuckled before gently stopping his hand from reaching his temple.

“No need, you’re gonna learn the old fashion way. First lesson, how to throw a punch.” She set her stance in front of the bag, throwing a punch she stopped when her hand hit the bag, she pointed at her thumb, instructing him.

“You wanna make sure to have your thumb over your fingers, putting your fingers over your thumb will cause you to break your thumb.” She moved back from the bag, pointing to her hips. “Make sure to move your body with the punch, that’s where the power comes from, obviously to make it to where you fall but still a good bit.” Charles was nodding along as you spoke to him.

“And make sure you punch through the thing you’re punching, not just the thing. I’ll demonstrate both.” She punched the bag, it stopped as soon as contact was made and it seemed to do nothing to the bag. “That was just punching the object now i’ll show you punching through the object.” Her punch this time was powerful and made the bag swing back pretty far, coming back fast she caught it before turning to him. “You understand?”

“I think so.” He seemed skeptical on his ability to demonstrate his comprehension.

“Well come on then.” Atara moved from in front of the bag letting him take her spot. “Don’t throw a punch yet, get in your stance.” He nodded before stepping into a stance similar to her own. She critiqued his pose before nodding for him to continue.

He threw his first punch, it was good but he didn’t follow through. “Push through the bag.” She suggested, he went back to his stance and tried again, this time it was close to perfect. “Nice.” She complemented, “Now do it again.”

This repeated for a while, she eventually taught him how to uppercut and hooks, then kicks. She didn’t even realized how late it got, nine o’clock.

“Since you know the basics, I’ll test you.” She walked over to the ring. Charles didn’t move and she stop while stepping through the rope. “You coming?” He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and started walking to the ring.

“I’ll go easy on you, promise. Just try to use what you know.” She smiled setting herself into her stance.

“Doesn’t make me feel any better darling.” He smiled nervously, shakily getting into his own stance.

“You’ll be great, just trust yourself.” Atara tried to ease his nerves. “You ready?.” She asked.

“Not particularly.” Charles answered. She chuckled.

“Go!” She started the match, she waited for him to throw the first punch, he did eventually and she dodged it. “Anticipate where your opponent will go and make sure you have a second shot ready.”

“It’s a lot harder than you say.” Charles shot back frustrated.

“Don’t be like that already you’ve only thrown one punch.” She teased. He rolled his eyes and threw another punch, she dodged amit again but had to block the kick he almost landed on her side.

“Good job, you did it.” She praised. “Though I better fight back shouldn’t I?” She chuckled, getting slightly more serious. She threw a light punch that hit his side, making him move that way slightly. He went for a right hook and she ducked using his moment of unbalance to sweep his legs, causing him to fall onto his back.

He landed with a grunt and she straddled him to keep him down, pinning his arms above his head . “Do you think you know how to get out of your situation?” She asked grin wide, Charles was panting under her.

“Don’t know if I want to.” He smirked watching her cheeks turn a light rosy pink. She stayed stuck like that, her eyes boring into his, she leaned forward and kissed him. Immediately she pull back and stood up, his head followed her as to not break the kiss.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” She stressed.

“It’s fine if didn’t not want it.” He chuckled his own cheeks a rosy color.

“Oh god.” She complained before practically running out of the room.

“Wait!” Charles called out for her but she didn’t stop. He stood there for a few minutes just trying to process what just happened, before his heart started to hurt at her reaction, did she not like him?

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