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Happy Birthday! Matt Casey-Chicago Fire One-Shot

Willow Platt sat on the leather couch in her apartment, teacup in hand as she waited for Matt. Willow vacantly watched the TV, sipping lightly on her chamomile tea. A fuzzy, baby blue blanket was thrown over her, cocooning her between the couch and the AC. The doorknob to the front door jingled, making Willow peep her head over the couch. Matt walked through the door, an exhausted frown framing his handsome face. “Hey baby,” Willow softly spoke, not wanting to upset Matt even further. Matt sat his gear on the coffee table off to the side, smiling over at Willow. Willow stood, blanket trailing after her as she threw her arms around Matt’s waist. Matt wrapped his arm around her middle, the other combing through her messy hair. Willow leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Come on,” Willow lead Matt to the bathroom, waiting for the water to fill the tub. Matt left little kisses on Willow’s forehead, emitting a giggle from Willow. The two undressed, enjoying the romantic moment as they stepped into the tub, Matt behind Willow. Willow closed her eyes, enjoying the peace while Matt petted her hair while lightly humming. Willow pulled away, turning her head up to Matt. “I love you.” Willow whispered, cupping Matt’s face. Matt pressed his forehead to Willow’s, a loving smile displayed. “I love you too.”

Willow and Matt laughed as they were tangled in the sheets, hands intertwined as they made love. Perspiration on their brows, Willow and Matt smiled at each other, tenderly. “If I wanted to marry you, what would you say?” Matt asked, tracing the curve of Willow’s face. Willow giggled, eyebrow quirking to Matt’s question. “Is this a proposal I hear?” Willow teased, making Matt shake his head. “No, not yet. But seriously, if I did, what would you say?” Willow thought for a moment, the silence comforting. “I’d say about damn time.” Willow squealed as Matt tickled her sides, laughing as Matt hugged her close to his body.

Matt had left in the early morning, leaving Willow to sleep as he kissed her forehead in goodbye. Willow awoke at ten, showering and dressing in casual clothes as she grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. Taking a bite, Willow grabbed her keys from the rack and locked the door, taking the steps as she stepped into the shared garage. Willow’s volvo made a clicking noise as she unlocked the beautiful grey car, sliding into the leather seats as she reversed and headed for the doctor’s office with a smile on her face.

“Congratulations Miss Platt, you are pregnant.” The doctor announced, clipboard in hand as she smiled at Willow. Willow hopped off the table, smile wide as happy tears filled her eyes. “Really?” Willow whispered, hands moving to cup her flat stomach where her child had started to grow. The doctor nodded, handing over papers about how to prepare for the pregnancy, eating habits, exercise, etc. Willow thanked her doctor, exiting the building with a bright smile gracing her face.

Willow stood before the newborn clothing, searching for the perfect outfit to surprise Matt with. “Is this your first time?” An older woman asked, standing next to Willow as her three children ran around. Willow nodded, smiling at the woman. “It might be scary at first, but when you hold your baby in your arms, none of that matters. All that matters is that little baby you gave life to.” The woman chuckled, tapping Willow’s shoulder before walking off with her children in tow. Willow smiled, caressing her stomach as she gazed at the onesie before her. It read ‘Happy Birthday Daddy! I’m the best present ever! (Moms says you’re welcome).’ Willow giggled, resting the outfit in the cart as she checked out at the cash register, wrapping the gift for Matt.

Willow exited her car at the station, blue gift bag in her hand as she approached the entrance. Chief Boden greeted her at the door, hugging the youngest Platt with a smile as Willow explained her surprise. Willow waited in the rec room, thumb absentmindedly rubbing the skin of her stomach. Willow heard a cluster of voices from the front, the group of firefighters entering. “Uh hello?” One of the firefighters, maybe a newcomer, spoke up. Everyone looked up, faces lighting up as they recognized Casey’s girlfriend. “Willow!” Otis and Cruz exclaimed, rushing over to hug the woman. Willow laughed as they smothered her in hugs, happy to see her here. Kelly, Hermann, and Sylvie joined the group hug, happy to see the youngest Platt. “Dad!” Willow exclaimed, hugging Mouch, whom she considered as a father. Mouch chuckled, hugging his step-daughter with mirth. “Who’s this?” The newcomer, a tanned female, asked. “Willow, this is Kidd, our new recruit. Kidd, this is Casey’s girlfriend and Officer Platt’s daughter Willow.” Kelly introduced, evidently being the closest to Kidd. Willow smiled, shaking Kidd’s hand with a welcoming smile. “It’s nice to see a new face around here. Welcome to the family, Kidd.”

The squad sat around Willow, excited to find out what was in the bag as they all waited for Matt. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened with Gabby?” The room went silent, Willow’s smile fading as she remembered the sassy woman known as Gabby Dawson, Matt’s ex-wife. And Willow’s best-friend. “Uh, before Gabby left, she told me that Casey was in love with me and that we had her blessing. Matt told me that night that he had loved me for years, and that the love he had for Gabby wasn’t as strong as it used to be.” Willow explained, rubbing her palms on her jeans as sadness filled her heart. “I’m sorry.” Stella apologized, feeling bad for ruining the happy atmosphere. “No, you’re fine. It was time everyone learned what happened.” Willow smiled, grabbing Stella’s hand with warmth. “What’s going on?” Matt’s voice filled the room, causing Willow to spring up in nervousness. “Happy Birthday!” Willow exclaimed, thrusting the bag in Matt’s hands with vigor. Matt, confused, opened the bag and slowly rose the outfit to eye level. With the big, block letters staring at him in the face, Matt looked towards Willow with teary eyes. “Is this real?” Matt asked, a grin painting his face. “Yes, I found out today. We’re going to be parents, Matty.” Willow giggled, Matt spinning her around as the crew cheered.

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Vanilla Lips(Renesmee Cullen AU One-Shot)

Woeful steel blue eyes stare at the elementary children, the tiny beings jolly and content, unaware of the creatures that lurk in the dark. Pouty red lips part, pink tongue moisturizing the dry skin as she continues to watch the children in the park, longing for one of her own. Ivory Palét, a nineteen year old college freshman, gazes at the mothers, envious. Ivory was sterile, informed by the OB/GYN at age thirteen when examined for painful ovulation. Ivory, since a young age, dreamt of having her own children in the future, with a little cottage, a white picket fence, and many children running around as laughter left their lips. But, as luck may have it, Ivory’s american dream was crushed when she turned thirteen. “It’s not healthy, Ivory.” Kelcie, Ivory’s mother, whispered from next to Ivory, resting her hand upon Ivory’s with obvious concern. Ivory’s lips pursed, eyes watching a young girl try to catch up with the other boys, calling after them with desperation. “It’s not fair.” Ivory finally whispered, squeezing her mother’s hand as she screwed her eyes shut to block the image of smiling children from her head. Kelcie ruefully smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of Ivory’s head. Kelcie was sympathetic, she struggled with pregnancies since her first child, Ivory’s older brother Oscar. Kelcie had five children total, Oscar-the oldest at twenty-six, Janice and Jolie-twins at twenty-three, Devon-at twenty-one, and Ivory-at nineteen. Kelcie felt sorry for her youngest, the rest of her children were fertile and Oscar had a child on the way with his wife. “The new semester is approaching.” Kelcie mentioned, trying to change the topic to avoid the dreary silence. “Not now, mom.” Ivory rasped, clutching her head as tears sprung to her eyes. Kelcie only held Ivory closer, wishing for some happiness in Ivory’s upcoming life.

Alice smiled down at the flowers, cutting the stems as she placed them in an orderly fashion within glass vases. Her newest vision was exciting, what with Renesmee returning home from travelling and her newfound mate. Edward was on board, knowing that Renesmee was going to discover her other half, her soulmate, yet Edward feared they would be human. Much like the tale of Edward and Bella. The Cullens were informed of Renesmee’s arrival, jovially tidying the glass house up for the youngest Cullen. After the Volturi, the Cullens moved to Colorado, Charlie informed of their identities and turned as well in order to not miss out on Renesmee’s childhood. Jacob came as well, unfortunately figuring out that Renesmee was not his imprint, but a relatively newborn named Olivia. Renesmee was upset, as was Bella, but they soon discovered that Renesmee had another chance at love, somewhere in the world. When Renesmee physically appeared eighteen, she decided to search for her mate in the world, travelling all around in search of her destined one. With no luck, Renesmee hesitantly gave up and decided to return home, in hopes of her mate coming to her. They could only wait as the familiar navy blue Volvo came rolling up the gravel driveway, the dark-haired hybrid brunette announcing her return.

Ivory clutched her keys in hand, bidding her family farewell as she stepped outside the Palét residence with a forlorn frown gracing her delicate face. Oscar and his wife, Teresa, were over for dinner, Teresa’s protruding stomach on display as they basked in the excited questions of the family. During the dinner, Ivory pushed at her chicken breast and mashed potatoes, avoiding the glowing figure of Teresa as the couple discussed the due date and what not. “Aren’t you happy for us, for once in your life?” Oscar had asked, not knowing of Ivory’s infertility(it was a personal issue, honestly). Ivory only scowled, angrily scooting back so her chair made a loud screech as she stormed into the living room. Kelcie had broke the awkward atmosphere, shooting a look to Oscar as he went to go after Ivory, frustration lacing his handsome face. Ivory grabbed her keys, tears in her eyes, and slammed the front door behind her as she approached her silver Volkswagen. Ivory wiped away the tears that slid down her rosy cheeks, suppressing the sob as she soaked in the fact that she would never be able to have children. Kelcie watched Ivory from the dining room window, ignoring her children’s questions, as she frowned as Ivory pulled out from the paved driveway and into the street.

The light hum of the engine and the wisp of the radio barely soothed Ivory’s nerves as she drove through the streets towards Clive’s Grocery and Deli. Ivory was craving ice cream, desperately wishing to stuff her face full of the cool and creamy treat all the while watching Nicholas Sparks’ movies and cuddled in fluffy blankets. The parking lot was empty, save a few cars as Ivory parked in the nearest space, locking her car and fetching her wallet from the side cubby hole. The automatic doors opened with a small beep, the 105.5 channel blaring through the store’s speakers as she grabbed a cart. Strolling through the aisles, Ivory grabbed a few jars of pickles, the snack being one of her favorites, pringles, chocolate chips, Blue Bunny’s Gelato, and some plastic spoons. Turning the corner, Ivory collided with another cart with an ‘oof’. “I am so sorry!” Ivory exclaimed, pressing a hand to her throbbing stomach when her cart slammed into her. A medium height brunette, with smooth chocolate brown eyes framed with thick eyelashes, a small button nose, pink tulip lips, and clear pale skin, smiled at Ivory with kindness in her beautiful eyes. “No worry, I believe we are both to blame.” The brunette spoke in a velvety soft lilt, eyes sparkling as she smiled. Ivory’s lips quirked up at the corners, concealing her obvious attraction for the entrancing female before her. “I’m Renesmee.” The brunette introduced, sticking her pale and small hand out for Ivory. Shaking Renesmee’s hand, Ivory replied, “Ivory.” With grins gracing their faces, heart alight with passion and fiery flames, the two girls met their destined one.

Renesmee and Ivory stood beside the brunette’s Volvo, exchanging numbers and laughing as they shared humorous stories of their childhood. Renesmee took a quick glance at her phone, frowning as the clock displayed its evident lateness. With heavy hearts, Renesmee bid Ivory farewell as she promised to call at a later date. Renesmee watched Ivory walk towards her own vehicle, grin decorating her graceful features as she thought of the blonde girl that made the hybrid’s heart flutter. Renesmee knew she found her one, she just didn’t think it would be a human at that.

Ivory couldn’t keep the smile off her face the whole car ride home, barely thinking of the events early today as all that filled her mind was Renesmee. ‘Renesmee, Renesmee, Renesmee,’ Ivory’s mind chanted, over and over again as the female’s sparkling brown eyes and pink lips appeared before Ivory’s eyes as she sighed, heart contempt as she watched the road ahead of her. Ivory had to see Renesmee again, she only wished she could place her lips upon the brunette’s as her heart raced at the thought.

The morning after felt like a breeze to Ivory. The sun was shining, the weather was warm and inviting as Ivory rushed around her kitchen, late for the date with Renesmee. Earlier that morning, Renesmee had called like she had promised, asking Ivory for a picnic at the park downtown at eleven. With a cheerful smile coating her face, Ivory exited her apartment and drove towards the park with a skip in her step.

Ivory sat upon a wooden bench beside the grassy hill, glancing at her wrist watch every few seconds as she waited for Renesmee. It was an hour later, the brunette beauty still hadn’t shown up. Ivory pulled out her phone, texting the female with worry as she asked if she was okay or if she wanted to schedule another time. A few minutes passed, no response from the brunette as Ivory felt her heart plummett to her stomach. Onlookers looked at the girl with sympathy, having a small inkling of the ditched date. Ivory felt tears gather in her eyes, briskly walking to her car as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Of course, how could someone as beautiful and kind as Renesmee ever want someone like her, Ivory thought as she wiped away her tears with a sick feeling consuming her. No one would love the infertile female.

Renesmee finished feeding on the fallen deer, frown gracing her features as she tried to hurry. The Cullens had stayed up with her all night, leaving Renesmee to be late with meeting Ivory at the park. With high hopes, Renesmee dashed towards the park, only to notice that Ivory was not there anymore. With guilt swallowing her whole, Renesmee fished her phone from her pocket and tried to call the girl. With a sharp breath, Renesmee followed the fading scent of Ivory towards an apartment complex, where Ivory was just entering her apartment. Renesmee ran up the steps, calling Ivory’s name with desperation. Renesmee knocked on the oak door, waiting for Ivory’s beautiful face to appear from behind the barricade. The door swung open, revealing the darkened cheeks of Ivory and the glossy eyes of the female. Renesmee felt her heart breaking, feeling guilty for making the girl cry. “Go away!” Ivory hissed, moving to slam the door shut. Renesmee stuck her foot out, wishing to make amends for her mistakes. “Ivory! Something came up, I was going to call you, I swear! Please, let me explain!” Renesmee pleaded, pushing on the door as Ivory struggled to close it. “No! You had all the time in the world to call me!” Ivory stubbornly argued, grunting as Renesmee applied force to enter the apartment. “What-!” The blonde was cut off from the warm, vanilla flavored lips of Renesmee, the brunette pushing Ivory against the brick wall of the hallway. Sparks ignited between the two, breaths sharp and raspy as their lips moved against one another’s. Hands roamed along the flushed bodies, pulling each other closer as they craved the other’s touch. With bated breath, Ivory guided Renesmee towards her bedroom, never once separating the two as they collapsed against the bed with pleasing sighs.

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Slashers X OC- Part 1

Sylvia tapped her pencil against her notebook, chin in hand as she stared at the ticking clock. “49, 48, 47, 46..” Sylvia counted in her head, Mr. Cromwell's voice barren to her ears. “Psst,” A hushed voice whispered behind Sylvia, a small folded yellow note landing on the corner of her desk. Sylvia looked up at Mr. Cromwell, noticing his back was turned as she carefully unfolded the note and read, all the while glancing up to see if Mr. Cromwell had turned yet. ‘Babysitting tonight with me?’ The note read, Sylvia smiling once she knew who the note belonged to. Sylvia gripped her No. 2 pencil in hand, her neat cursive spelling out the words ‘Of course. Six p.m.?’ Sylvia slightly turned, slipping the note behind her and into her peer’s awaiting hand. Sylvia lightly smiled as the familiar brush of Laurie’s hand flitted across her shoulder, a silent sign for ‘okay’. The bell rung throughout the classroom, Sylvia’s classmates hurriedly exciting the classroom in an excited flutter. Sylvia gathered her materials into her bookbag, smiling up at Laurie as the dirty blonde girl grinned down at her. “Is Annie coming?” Sylvia questioned as the two girls walked through the hallway together, Laurie grasping her books and Sylvia picking a loose thread from her faded blue jeans. “Mhm. Annie insisted.” Laurie chuckled, Sylvia joining as they crossed the field and onto the streets. Tall, green bushes ahead made Laurie stop, seeing a man in a mask staring at her. “Laurie?” Sylvia questioned, tapping Laurie’s shoulder in concern, catching a glance of the strange man ahead as well. “I-nothing.” Laurie hesitantly smiled, continuing to walk as Sylvia repeatedly looked behind, wondering who that strange man was with the soulless black eyes.