#FUCKING. BELLA AND KIDDO

[abellmunsonmovie]

"Always take care of you"

Word count: 1,904

Warning: F!Reader, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30s/early 40s), swearing, implications of sex, bad parentals (dumped my daddy issues into this one), use of Y/N, pet names (a lot!)

Also if this is not your thing, completely understand! But please do not send any negativity. Thanks! -Bella

The men in your life have always been, to say the least…not great. You and your dad have had a very rocky relationship, he’s an emotionally unavailable asshole, and even though you used to be close…now not so much, it’s been like this for a few years, but oddly enough, you’ve always been close to his friend, Eddie.

You’ve always somewhat looked up to him, he had a cool guitar, he can sing, he’s got tattoos, and most importantly…you could trust him, you felt safe with him.

Today was, unfortunately, familiar, your dad was being a complete ass. He’s questioning your beliefs, your politics, how you dress, the things you like, making you feel like a disappointing child, calling you names, overall just putting you down, and usually you just…defend yourself, get yelled at, then go to your room to calm your nerves, but today, your emotions got the best of you, of course you wasn’t gonna let your dad see that, so you went to your room and called Eddie.

Have you ever told Eddie about how big of an asshole your dad really is? No, one you don’t wanna ruin their relationship, 2 what if Eddie stopped coming around? But Eddie was one of the only people you could trust, with tears falling down your face, you call Eddie, and after a few rings he picks up.

“Hey, kiddo” Eddie says cheerily, he loves talking to you, you're so interesting, and funny, and smart, and overall an amazing kid, you sniffle, “Hey, Eddie” you say with a quivering voice, Eddie hears this and his smile immediately drops, “You okay, babygirl?”, your heart cracks a little more, “Are you at work right now?”, you ask trying to keep it together, “No, d-do you need me to get you? Are you hurt? You need anything?”, this is more concern than your dads ever had for you in your entire life, “Um…yeah can you come get me at the gas station by my house?”, Eddie knows that gas station, he’s been there a thousand times coming from and to your house, “I’m on my way, I’m like 5 minutes away okay, honey?”, you sniffle, “Okay, thanks Eddie”, he smiles softly, “Of course…see you in a sec”, he hangs up the phone, you hurriedly put on a jacket since it’s raining and some shoes, you sneek out of your window and book it to the gas station.

After you get to the gas station you wait there for a few moments, and then you see Eddies van pull up, Eddie gets out of the van, and as soon as you see him you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him, he caresses your head, and holds you close, “I got you, baby…Come on get inside the van before you catch a cold.

Eddie opens the passenger side for you and helps you in, he jogs to the driver's side and starts driving to his place, its silent for a few minutes until Eddie sees you shivering and takes off his leather jacket, “Here baby, put this around you”, you take the jacket and wrap his around yourself, it smells like Eddie. The scent of weed smoke and Eddie’s cologne fills your nose, “Thanks” you murmur, and takes your hand and rubs it with his thumb, “What happened, sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, you sniffle feeling tears burn your eyes, “My…my dad…”, his eyebrows squeeze together, “What about your dad?”, a tear falls from your face, you wipe it away quickly, “He hates me…”, he shakes his head, “Honey your dad does not hate you”, more tears form in your eyes, “Then whys he always making me feel like shit!” you snap, you don’t mea to it just…comes out, Eddie turns the radio down before locking his fingers with yours again, “What…baby…What’s he sayin’?”, you sniffle and wipe your tears, “…He’s always making me feel bad…making fun of me…making sure I know everything I fuck up…he makes me feel like i’m such a failure”, Eddie pulls over and stops you, “Y/N…you are not a failure…you’re beautiful, smart, funny, cool…you’re anything but a failure baby…and if your dad is too fucking dumb or too big of a fucking asshole to know how amazing you are, just know��I know you’re amazing”, your heart shatters, you cry quietly and Eddie leans over the seat and hugs you, “You're a good kid, Y/N…Anyone would be lucky to have you as a daughter…never think anything your dad says is true…cause it’s not, trust me, I’ve known you since you were a little kid…have you said anything to him about this?”, you continue to cry and you nod, “He doesn’t care…says I’m sensitive…asks if I’m on my period”, Eddie clenches his jaw, he’s so angry. so. fucking. angry. Eddie pulls away slowly and wipes your tears away while he holds your face his his hands, “Your staying at my place tonight, ‘kay?”, you nod looking into his eyes, he kisses your forehead and pulls you into another hug, “I’ll take care of you, babygirl…always”, you snuggle into his neck more and nod, he kisses your temple before pulling away slowly before starting the car and driving to the grocery store.

In the grocery store he buys you all of your favorite snacks, favorite sodas, and he buys you your favorite ice cream. Once you get out of the store he drives you to his trailer, he opens the car door for you and you both go inside his home. Eddie puts all the food away, while you sit on the couch, after Eddie finishes putting the groceries away he walks over to you, “Your gonna catch a cold, why don’t you get into some dry clothes, they might be a little big but at least you’re not gonna get sick”, you smile softly and nod, “Thanks Eddie…”, he smiles and walks into his room and picks out an old band tee he thrifted and some grey sweatpants, “Here baby, go change into these”, you take the clothes and go get changed into Eddie’s clothes, after you get dressed you put your hair up into a low ponytail. You walk back out to Eddie, he smiles at how good you look with his clothes on, you walk into the kitchen where he’s standing and he rubs your back while he hugs you, “Feelin’ any better, baby girl?”, you nod and snuggle into his neck, he smiles softly and kisses your hairline, “Good… go pick somethin’ for us to watch while I cook dinner, alright?”, you nod and Eddie smiles as he kisses your head again. You go snuggle up on Eddie’s comfy couch, you throw a blanket over you and you rest your head on a pillow, you turn on your favorite movie and you fall asleep feeling safe and peaceful. Eddie notices this and smiles at your beauty, you look just like an angel, which almost made him more pissed at your dad, why the fuck would you ever be mean to such a sweetheart like you?

After dinner gets done, Eddie makes you and him a plate, and he wakes you up gently, rubbing your arm and kissing your forehead, “Baby… dinners done”, you wake up yawning, you smile at the sight of Eddie, Eddie gives the same warm smile back, you sit up as Eddie hand you your plate, he asks you about the show you put on, letting you ramble about it, you guys watch the show while talking, Eddie seems genuinely interested in the show and into what you have to say about it, during dinner he makes you laugh, he makes you smile, he makes you feel a lot better.

After dinner, Eddie cleans up, while you tell your mom you're staying at Eddie’s for the night, Eddie sits down on the couch and you walk out from his bedroom after getting off the phone with your mom and he smiles at you, making you blush and smile back, “C’mere” he says motioning to sit on his lap, you bite your lip slightly and he pulls you into his lap, making you giggle, “Your so cute, yknow that?” he asks smiling, you smile softly, “Thanks”, he kisses your head and you lay on his shoulder looking up at him, “You got pretty eyes…” you mutter, he looks you in your eyes, “Thank you, sweet girl” he says brushing some strands of hair out of your face, you blush and feel your heart beat faster, he caresses your face, you snuggle into his neck whining softly, “What is it, baby?”, you whimper softly, “Sleepy”, he smiles and picks you up, “You can sleep in my bed”, he carries you to his bed and covers you up before kissing your cheek, “Night, sweets”, as he begins to walk away, you grab his fingers, “Wait! Eddie…”, he turns around and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, “Need something, pretty girl?”, you nod, “You…” you say shyly, he smiles, “Want me to sit with you?”, you shake your head, “Can you hold me…atleast just until I fall asleep?”, his smile widens and he turns the lamp off and gets into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist, facing you. Eddie closes his eyes and rubs your back, you look up at him and say “Eddie?”, he smiles and looks down at you, “Hm?”, “Thank you…for everything”, he smiles and pulls you close, “Don’t need to thank me baby…you're my girl…I wanna take care of you”, you smile and kiss his cheek which makes Eddie's face turn a light shade of pink, “…I love you, Eddie”, his smile grows and kisses your forehead, “I love you too, my pretty Y/N”, you smile warmly, “Eddie?”, “Yeah?”, your heart beats faster, “Can you…Can you kiss me?”, Eddie smiles and caresses your face, “You sure baby?”, you nod instantly, “I need you Eddie…”, Eddie feels his face go hot, he softly presses his soft lips against yours, running his fingers through your hair, his other hand meets your hip and he pulls you in closer, he pulls away slowly, “Baby?”, you look in his eyes, “If you really wanna do this you gotta promise me something”, you nod, “Anything”, he smiles softly, “Promise not to tell your dad…not yet’, as you nod you say “I promise”, his smirk grows, “Good girl,” he says before meeting his lips with yours, the kissing leads into making out and the making out leads into something more…

Eddie pulls away from you slowly, collapsing next to you, panting, his bangs sticking to his forehead due to sweat. You are breathing heavily, trying to get yourself together, trying to come back from one of the best experiences you’ve ever had, Eddie grabs a rag and cleans you off, gets you water, massages your shaking legs. After Eddie slips back into bed and pulls you close, “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you, sweetheart”. He says kissing your forehead, making you smile, “I love you so much, sweet girl”, your smile widens and you kiss his lips, “I love you too, Eddie”, he hums kissing your hairline, as your cuddling you feel yourself drifting to sleep but before you do you say, “Thank you again…for taking care of me today”, Eddie smiles pulling you closer to him, “Of course baby…Your my girl…always take care of you”.

Love you! -Bella

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Another Hotchniss filth age gap idea for you bestie: How about Dave is emily's father figure (not necessarily her step-dad but he has always been there when her real parents weren't) and Aaron is his best friend….so she's essentially fucking her dad's best friend haha

A/N: Bestie you know I love the AU’s and the age difference so you KNEW this was right up my alley lol. I hope you like our idiots being filthy together!

Title: From boys to men  Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,8k Rating: Explicit   Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, choking, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

“Bella!”

The familiar sound of Dave’s voice makes her hurry downstairs from where she had been packing up the last few things that she still had in her parents’ home.

“Dave!” She beams and happily accepts the tight hug and kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

Dave had been in her life as long as she could remember, a close friend to her parents and the one who she had come to know as a second father. In some ways he had always been the one to look out for her, even when she didn’t want it. They had only gotten closer when she moved back to the states for college. And now she was moving to her own apartment, her dorm room all packed up and she was starting a new part of her life, a part she was excited for.

“Have you got everything you need?” Dave asks just as a second figure appeared in the doorway and Emily swore she had never seen a more attractive man. “Oh right, Emily this is Aaron, one of my best friends. He’s kind enough to help out.”

“Like you’d be able to carry all those boxes without breaking your back, old man.” Aaron says causing Dave to feign hurt.

“Hey, you might be a decade younger but I am still wiser.” Dave jokes and Emily rolls her eyes. She had heard that before.

“Oh right, that’s how it goes.” Aaron teases gently and smiles at her while extending his hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“Emily Prentiss.” She takes his hand and shakes it, eyes locked on his. “Thanks for helping out.” When she pulls her hand back her palm tingles, the heat of his hand feeling like a brand on her skin.

“We should get going.” Dave interrupts, seemingly oblivious to the way Emily can’t tear her eyes off his best friend. “So we have time to unpack the heavy stuff and then I was thinking I’d treat you to dinner?” He looks between Aaron and Emily, his smile as kind as always.

“Sounds perfect.” She says and she sees Aaron nodding in her peripheral.

It was going to be a great day.

“So, how do you feel about living on your own?” Dave asked, chopsticks in hand. She smirked at him, knowing that he was more worried about her than anything else.

“It’ll be fine Dave, no need to worry.” She leaned back in her seat. “It’s like I’m an adult now.”

“You can’t blame me, you’re the closest thing I have to a daughter. And you’re barely an adult.” He shrugged and as much as she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.

“I’m 22 years old!” She laughs but secretly she loves that he cares for her in this way, her parents never did. “I’ll be okay, besides you’re 20 minutes away, it’s closer than when I was at Yale.”

“Yeah but-” The sound of Dave’s phone ringing cut him off and he sighed. “Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Never met a busier man.” Aaron said once they were alone and she nodded as she looked at him from across the table.

She had spent most of the afternoon looking at him, feeling her mouth go dry by the way he effortlessly lifted heavy boxes, felt tingles down her spine as she watched his large hands flex as he helped her move the couch, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her body.

“So Aaron,” She made sure to put on a face of innocence “how do you know Dave?”

“We used to work together, before he retired.” Aaron leaned back slightly in his seat as he spun noodles around his chopsticks. “He trained me.”

“Oh, so you’re working for the FBI?” She made sure to keep eye contact, trying to size him up.

“Yeah, the behavioral analysis unit.” He smiled easily and Emily found herself wanting to press a finger against the dimple in his cheek.  

“No wonder you carried those boxes like they weighed nothing.” When one of his eyebrows arched she let out a breathy laugh. “Of course I noticed, how could I not?” She batted her eyelashes and she could see him swallowing and then cleared his throat.

“I’m flattered.” He said and looked down at his plate. He should not find a girl more than 15 years younger than him this attractive, he should not wonder what her lips tasted like or imagine the softness of her skin.

“Sorry about that.” Dave is suddenly there, sitting down and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief.

He could not go there with Emily, she was off limits.

It’s been three weeks since she moved and Aaron and Dave had both popped in to help out around the apartment, building furniture and painting walls even when she had told them both that she didn’t need their help. But she wasn’t going to argue too much, because seeing Aaron always ended with her hand between her legs later that night as she thought of him. She knew that he had caught on to the flirting, but he was still keeping his distance.

What he didn’t know was that what Emily wanted, she got. And she wanted him.

It was a warm Sunday when she got home from lunch with a friend. When she entered her apartment it was bordering on suffocatingly hot and she quickly made her way towards the AC. To her frustration it was dead and she had no idea what was wrong with it. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Great.” She muttered and reached for her phone to call Dave.

“Hey kiddo.” He sounded unusually happy she thought.

“Hey Dave, I have a question. What do you know about AC’s?” She started to move around the apartment to open the windows.

“Absolutely nothing.” He chuckled when she let out a sound of annoyance. “Besides, I’m in LA for the weekend, coming back tomorrow. But call Aaron, he might be able to help.”

Well that got her in a great mood.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Anytime Bella.”

She hung up and made her way towards her bedroom to change as she called Aaron.

“Aaron Hotchner.” He sounded distracted she thought.

“Hey, Aaron it’s Emily.” She kicked off her jeans and tore of her t-shirt as she kept him on speakerphone.

“Emily, are you alright?” She could hear the pause in his voice and she didn’t blame him.

“Yeah I’m fine, but my AC is out and I don’t know how to fix it and Dave is gone this weekend but he suggested that I could call you… Do you think you could come over?” She bit her bottom lip as she waited for his response that seemed to take forever.

“I can be there in an hour.”

Game on.

Almost exactly 60 minutes to the dot later, he was knocking on her door. When she opened it she saw the quick look of surprise on his face at the state of her undress. She had decided on a thin tank top and the shortest shorts she owned, blaming it on the heat if he dared to bring it up.

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Not a problem, hopefully I can figure it out.” As he moved towards the AC, she sat down on the couch.

“I’ll call someone tomorrow if you can’t.” She let her eyes move over him, he really was a stunning man. She wasn’t sure if he heard her, his focus already on the AC as he looked it over.

It didn’t take long, Aaron pushing buttons and looking over some of the wires before the buzz of the AC sounded through the apartment and Aaron laughed.

“Well, that was quick enough.” He said, his eyes lingering on her smooth thighs for a moment before forcing himself to look away.

“Sorry you had to drive all the way here for that.” She stood from the couch and batted her eyelashes as she slowly licked her bottom lip. When his eyes fastened on it she knew that she hadn’t imagined the way he had been looking at her.

“Not a problem. But now it’s fixed so I-” His words are cut off by the feeling of Emily’s hands pushing him against the wall. She’s so close that he can smell her perfume, could count her freckles and he knows that he should push her away, but he doesn’t.

“What are you doing?” He asks instead, voice low and the raspiness of it lets her know that he’s not unaffected by her proximity.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She pushes up against him and he backs harder into the wall. With a smirk on her face she tilts her head as she looks up at him.

“We can’t.” He shakes his head, tries to rid himself of her perfume and soft body against his. Then her hand lands on his chest and he watches as she slowly moves it up to gently grab the back of his neck. When her nails scratch the base of his skull he swallows down a groan.

“Why not?” She doesn’t let his words deter her, she could feel his want pressing against her hip, could see how his pupils dilated.

“You’re too young.” He gets out through a clenched jaw and she laughs at his reply. “And you’re basically Dave’s daughter.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” She tugs slightly on his short hair and his hands grab her hips in response. But he doesn’t push her away, and she knows she has him. “I want you. And I know you want me too.”

“Emily…” His fingers flex around her hips as he tries to keep some resemblance of control. But there’s no denying the want he feels when he looks at her, the attraction that had been clear the moment they met. When he opened his eyes she was even closer, her lips almost brushing against his. “I should have known you were trouble from the start.”

“You have no idea.” She whispers and then her lips press against his. The moment they kiss Aaron seems to give in fully, his hands moving from where they had been frozen on her hips to the small of her back, pulling her further into him. When his tongue licked at the seam of her lips she moaned softly and she swore she heard a sound of satisfaction from him.

He pushed her back, breaking their embrace and when he looked at her again, her breathing hitched. The hesitation that had previously been there was long gone as he looked at her with something dark, his eyes moving over her body slowly, deliberately and she felt her cheeks flush.

“What?” She finally asked, almost squirming under the intensity of his stare.

“You really are a gorgeous thing.” He muttered and caught her lips in another kiss, his hand firm around the back of her neck while the other sneaked under her tank top. He broke the kiss only to taste the skin of her jaw, her neck, taking note of what spots made her gasp and moan.

“Take of your shirt.” He said and Emily let out a breathy chuckle.

“So this is how this is going to go? You barking orders at me?”

“Yes.” The tone of voice was firm, determined, his face stern as he stared her down and she could feel her cheeks heating at the same time as heat settled as a dull ache between her legs. It’s his turn to smirk, happy with how fast the tables turned. “You don’t think I can’t tell that’s what you really want? What you crave?”

She swallowed hard when his fingers tangled in her hair, giving her a moment before pulling back, forcing her head back and she gasped.

“There she is.” He mumbled against her jaw. “See you’re not as good as you make yourself out to be in front of others, are you?”

“Aaron,” Her hands were fisting his shirt, close to ripping the fabric. In a matter of seconds he had taken complete control and she had never wanted anyone more. “Please.”

“Please what?” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and pulled lightly.

“More, fuck anything.” She breathed and he let go of her hair with a hum of satisfaction.

“Come on.” He put just enough distance between them to take her hand in his and dragged her towards the bedroom. When he turned back to her he quickly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, a low groan sounding in his throat when he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Naughty girl.”

She didn’t get the time to respond, his lips once again on hers as they started to tear at clothes. Her hands moved over his strong chest, enjoyed the heat of his skin and the feel of his chest hair against her palms before moving further down to work on his jeans. With some help from him, she got them off, his jeans and boxers landing in a pile on the floor and her shorts soon following.

The sound that ripped from his throat when she wrapped her hand around his painfully hard shaft sent tingles along her body, and she knew she needed to hear it again. She pulled him into another kiss, only licking over his bottom lip for a moment before continuing to kiss down his jaw. His stubble was rough against her lips, a feeling she enjoyed until Aaron’s heavy hand pushed in her shoulder, urging her further down.

When her knees hit the floor with a soft thump she looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand still stroking him.

“Open your mouth Emily.” He pushes his thumb between her lips and when her tongue circles the pad of it he smiles. “Good girl.” He pulls his thumb out and gives her a nod and it’s the only thing she needs before she takes his cock in between her lips.

Her mouth is wet and hot and he hisses at the sudden pleasure as she licks around the tip of him, tasting his precum with a sigh before moving further down. He throws his head back as she takes more of him, he’s sure he’s never felt a more wicked mouth around him.

Emily keeps her eyes on him, gauges his reactions and feels smug as he groans and swears above her. Like he senses it he looks back at her, and his fingers tangle in her hair again. The scratch of his short nails against her scalp makes her moan and his hips buckles against her face in return to the vibrations around his shaft.

“Can you take it all?” He growls, fingers tightening slightly as she licks the length of him. She isn’t sure she can, he’s thick and long but she was damn well going to try so she nods. Her lips wraps around him again, and she slowly pushes forward, making sure to flick her tongue and relax her throat.

“Fuck, just like that.” He doesn’t push her forward, watches in awe as she chokes and her eyes turn glassy. “Gorgeous.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything as he watches how she pulls back to breathe and then takes him back in her mouth. This time she doesn’t stop until the entire length of him has disappeared and when she chokes, he groans at the way her throat contracts around him.

She pulls back gasping, a tear falling from her eye and he carefully brushes it away and she smiles, proud that she had done what he asked. As she tries to continue, his fingers tighten in her hair and she hisses at the pull.

“Come here.” He gasps and effortlessly pulls her up to stand again. His hands move over her body, taking in every curve and valley as he lays her on the bed. He listens to her moans as he sucks on a nipple, watches the flush on her skin as he touches her everywhere except where she wants. She tries to turn them, but he’s too strong and easily pins her down with a slight shake of his head. He licks between the valley of her breasts, sucks hard on her collarbone, making her mewl. When her legs spread for him he smiles against the skin of her neck.

“What do you need?” He whispers, one hand moving between her legs, gripping the soft skin of her thigh and then slowly moving further up.

“You.” She pants, her body feeling like it was on fire from his lips and touch. She could barely think, let alone form words and for a brief moment she wonders if this is what madness felt like. Then his fingers move through her, slowly, carefully and her hips twitch.

“So wet, all for me.” He wants to taste her, wants to make her fall apart again and again but his own need to feel her wins out and he quickly rolls between her spread legs. He groans at the heat of her against him, lets the length of him move against her as he claims her lips in a breathless kiss.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers, and he knows that the sound of her begging him will stay with him forever. He keeps his eyes on hers when he pushes inside of her, wants to see the pleasure on her face. Her jaw turns slack, her eyes drift close and a moan, breathy and loud falls from her lips and he can’t help the way his hips snap in response.

Her legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go deeper inside of her and he groans lowly. He moves with long strokes, each of his thrusts met by her moving hips. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as he fucks her hard enough for her body to jolt. The sounds that come from her are breathy and deep and unfamiliar to her, the pleasure he’s causing almost overwhelming.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He rasps and she can only whine in response as he sneaks a hand between them to rub her clit. When her eyes roll back and her back arches into him, he takes advantage and sucks on one of her nipples.

It’s not long before she starts to feel the coiling in her belly, and she knows that Aaron feels the way she’s clenching around him when he looks down at her with a smug grin.

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” She breathes and he chuckles but he doesn’t stop.

“Already so close. It’s going to be fun to see how many times I can get you to fall apart for me.” His voice has dropped even further, his own arousal clear as he speaks. He moves up on his knees, continues to rub her clit and holds her hip with his other hand, keeping her in place as he pushes deep and hard inside of her.

She comes in only a few moments, tensing and shaking at the same time as she cries out loud enough that she knows the neighbors would be able to hear. It only seems to spur him on, his thumb insistent on her clit, and hips strong as he fucks her through it.

“One more.” He growls and she whimpers but nods. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he’d make her come again.

He grunts when she starts to clench around him again in no time at all and he rubs her clit faster. Watching Emily come might be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen and he knew right then that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. She comes with a groan, hips buckling and head thrown back as she moans his name.

It isn’t until she’s sucking in desperate breaths of air that he slows to let her come down from her high. When her eyelids finally flutter open, her dark eyes are hazy and there’s a lazy smile on her lips.

“Let me ride you.” She says and he nods before laying down.

He watches with dark eyes as she straddles him, lets his hand rest on her hips as she starts to slowly grind on him.

“You’re so big.” She gasps, the fill of him close to painful as she moves above him. Her eyes find his, sees the same pleasure reflected in his eyes that she feels and she smiles.

“I know, baby.” He whispers as he enjoys the view of her on top of him. “You’re doing so good.”

“I want you to come inside of me.” She plants her hands on his chest and starts to move faster, lifting herself up and down. “I want to feel it.”

“Jesus Christ.” He grunts, his hips pushing up against her in response. “Make me come then, filthy thing.”

Emily keeps her hands on his chest as she grinds and rocks her hips above him, wanting him to feel as good as he had made her feel. When his hands grip her hips harder she knows he’s getting close and she lets him help her move. Then one hand moves from her hip to wrap around her neck and she gasps as she looks down at him, finding the look on his face close to wild.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growls as he squeezes slightly around her neck. “Gonna come inside of you, pretty thing, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. If anything her movements become frenzied, the feeling of his hand around her throat and the feeling of him inside of her driving her crazy. When his hand tightens and he groans her name she whines, the sound of his name falling from her lips and it’s the last nudge he needs before his hips stutter against her and he comes with a loud grunt.

His hands loosen and she switches to slowly roll her hips against his, drawing out his pleasure until he stops her with a breathless laugh.

“Give me 30 minutes and then we’re doing that again.” He says and she feels another rush of arousal settle in her belly.

“What’s the matter, old man?” She teases and he laughs.

“Do not even think about acting like a brat right now.” He pinches her side and she jerks before settling back over his lap, happy to watch him as he catches his breath.

“So, we’re doing this again?” She asks with smiles as she looks down at him.

“Oh yes, we’re definitely doing this again.” He gently pulls her down to kiss her. “There’s no way I’m letting go of you.”

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Muffin! It's ASP Inc, the conglomerate made up of the companies formerly known as Apple, Sony, and Pepsi-Co. Based on your credentials with prior projects, you've been conscripted again for another big budget Twilight media project! Probably the CEO is on drugs, but congrats on your $500m dollar budget.

Your task is to design a big-budget Twilight video game. "But I don't really play that many video games," you maybe say? Idk, the CEO doesn't seem to care and is maybe using this project for tax evasion, so your instructions are "Just make us a Twilight game with gameplay stolen from a popular thing like a Minecraft, Fortnight, Among Us, whatever the kids nowadays are playing. Maybe a Mario? Are Marios still a thing?? I played Oregon Trail on my mac once. Stick some story in it. Give it the Muffin treatment, kids like Muffins!"

Your project brief must include:

1) What non-story-based gameplay mechanic you're stealing ("It's like a Mario!") 2) What story set in the Twilight Universe (tm) you've decided is most game-able. 3) Where you're spending the big bucks.

Thank you and good luck! (I hope this is fun and not, you know, annoying)

That would be a very silly thing for them to do.

Caveat

Twilight already is a video game: it's a visual novel. You are Bella Swan, first person point of view, checking out hottie mchottie across the hall. You don't know it, but the wrong action you take, even if it's arriving in the parking lot late: you die.

It's up to you to find Bella's golden path to survival which is in fact the Twilight novels we know and love.

Ordinarily, I'm a big skeptic of medium jumps without much thought, especially to and from video games as they usually don't transition well. However, in this case, we're already there.

You don't even have to change that much of the narrative structure since it's all in first person and we have the visuals as we know exactly what everyone looks like down to what exact shade of red their hair is.

There's not much for me to do.

But That Will Never Fly/Isn't What You Asked For

It sounds like this merger corporation doesn't really understand Twilight or video games which is not surprising. So, I have to make a real person video game which is just like that thing the kiddos are playing.

And since I'm going to hell anyway: I'm making a Twilight game that's RDR/GTA styled and we're going wild.

You're Bella Swan going to high school but you can wander around the town of Forks/the world at large and do whatever the fuck you want. This often gets you killed horribly. You go to Mexico: you're eaten by vampires. You go to Alaska: you get fucked by vampires and have a wild time in their sauna. You go to Egypt: some guy named Amun locks you in a tomb where you hang out with Benjamin, Tia, and Amun's angry wife. You can take missions for the Volturi, which they never asked you to do, and every time you collect a bounty a Volturi member will give you a weird look and ask "what the fuck is wrong with you/why are you here?" but you'll earn in game rewards as they publicly shame you.

You can also get into affairs with your human friends and ruin Jessica's love life, go to Prom with five people, and so on and so forth.

You can also get involved in the La Push community where they stare at you for being this person who clearly doesn't belong and try to seduce Leah into a lesbian love affair with you. (This is a very difficult quest, Leah's not impressed and very confused and going through it with Sam right now). You get to hear all of people's drama that's going on in the side lines.

The actual plot is dating Edward, and somehow, he doesn't notice all your wild adventures because he can't read your mind and while he's been stalking you every time you leave the state he loses your scent.

Your missions are surprisingly difficult as you have to avoid death by Edward by saying the right things and avoid death by everything else in the universe by navigating Port Angeles correctly (shockingly hard as the rapists somehow corner you at every turn). You also get missions during the Hallucination Edward arc as you have to do increasingly difficult and dangerous things to get Hallucination Edward to appear at which point your player character gets sweet sweet endorphins.

In the online player mode, where you've probably become a vampire, you can engage in vampire warfare where the losing condition is you killed too many humans so the Volturi come to kill all of you.

And yes, of course, there is an honor system but you blow it yourself as Bella's honor plummets during New Moon when she has to endanger herself and others to see Edward.

The money's going into a) graphics b) the sheer open worldness allowed in the number of quests, the random events, and all that good points.

Conclusion

I imagine they ask me how I will market this game to Twilight's audience, who are presumably the only ones who will play this game, and I claim, "Young women love grand theft auto!"

[lauronk]

ep 5🧟 thoughts when you’re ready love

hiiiiiii here we are! (it's...a lot of words this time lmao apologies in advance)

probably my favorite episode until next week comes along lol

i wish (as i have with every episode and with the season as a whole) that it was longer, but i loved everything we got in that 45 minutes. i was on the edge of my seat the whole episode, i loved the way ellie and dina and jesse entangled with the wlf and the seraphites and the little slices we get to see of just how fucked seattle is

isabela merced continues to just blow me away. the scene with her telling ellie about the first person she ever killed? chef's kiss, give the girl her emmy right MEOW.

at the beginning of the episode i still thought ellie was a little too bouncy, a little too...idk, enjoying herself? having a good time out on her revenge quest that she actually doesn't seem all that invested in at the moment? and i loved the way we saw that peel away from the moment they end up in that warehouse, and especially when you see her catch sight of the hospital. i don't necessarily want show ellie to be as rage-driven as game ellie but i feel like there is a balance the writers missed, they skewed too far to the other side of making her mellowed out until the very end.

the bit with her and nora? absolute fucking chills. the delivery of her i don't care and i know was just batshit, like it so well echoes joel in s1e8 when he's torturing david's men. he skewed a little more manic, and ellie had a freakish - alarming - sort of calm to her as she goes after nora with the pipe. actually very similar to abby in s2e2 now that i'm typing it out.

love the intro of spores, can't wait to see how that plays out going forward.

ellie in the theater with the guitar was a full on gut punch and the SINGING OF THE OPENING OF FUTURE DAYS???? I WAS UNWELL I AM UNWELL STILL. that's the shit i need more of, ellie in those reflective moments, bella does those so incredibly well

was hootin and hollerin when jesse showed up on my screen, and the palpable anger from him was phenomenal. i love how they made it seem for ellie like it could be joel (although i do think that to make that hit stronger for the viewer they could have warped jesse's voice to sound like joel's for a moment) and now i just am waiting for tommy to get there too (i know he's there in seattle but i mean like...on my screen). wanna see that man snipe some people!

i guess that's it right nothing else happened at the end hmmm

no actually joel opening the door and saying hey kiddo and their little affectionate greetings they looked so happy to see each other i CANNOT i am so afraid of next week's episode and if you still wanna ask me my thoughts next week after i just unloaded all this for ep 5, you can expect another massive wall of rambling text so keep that in mind lmao

[braveclementine]

We Get Some Help

Warnings: 18+readersonly, smut, jealousy!fucking, pet names, personality sharing, harsh fucking, restraints/bondage, pet names, Lord kink, ragdoll treatment

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Carlisle, Esme, and I were now walking rather hurriedly after an Egyptian man- Amun- as we tried to convince him to come with us.

"Amun, please!" Carlisle begged as I tiptoed lightly after him.

"I cannot help you, Carlisle." Amun said, stopping long enough to turn and face us.

"We're not asking you to fight." I whispered. "Just to look. Our kids are in danger."

His mates face softened a little bit at my begging, but Amun was not so easily persuaded.

"I wouldn't ask if it weren't urgent." Carlisle said, putting a hand on Amun's arm.

At that moment, the water in the fountain started shifting upwards, creating a barrier between the exit and us. Carlisle and Esme looked at me.

I shrugged, "It wasn't me."

I looked across the water to see a younger man, quite handsome looking in fact, his hands raised, looking over at us, "I'd like to hear about it. I never get to meet any of Amun's friends. He likes to keep me hidden."

There was a young woman next to him as well. Must be his mate.

"I can't imagine why." Carlisle answered and I honestly couldn't pick up if it was sarcasm or not.

The young man let the water drop and as it went to splash all over us, I took control of the water, making it shape into two large balls, resting above the palms of my hands before I let it settle back down into the fountain gently.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to splash guests?" I asked with a smirk.

He smirked back and we all moved to meet each other at the other end of the fountain.

The boy reached his hand out to me first, "Davina." I said.

"Benjamin." He said, "Nice to meet another elemental."

"Only water." I said, withdrawing my hand.

"Carlisle." Carlisle said as his hand was shaken next.

We sent them on their way, moving to Japan next.

There was a nomad there named Toshiro. He told Carlisle that he would debate coming to Forks and would think about it.

As Carlisle and Esme turned to leave I said, "You might think that you would be safer staying here. But Aro will know whether or not you even decided to come for a split second. And that split second. . ."

And with that I disappeared into the shadows, letting him think my words over.

And finally, we returned with the very last witness. Alistair. A nomad. I honestly couldn't stand him as I sat in the front seat, pitying Esme who was sitting beside him.

Bella and Edward came to greet us out front.

"How many came?" Carlisle asked in greeting of Edward.

"Eighteen." Edward said. "You have some good friends."

I guess Toshiro hadn't shown up. Pity.

"And Alice?" Esme asked.

Bella just shook her head, making Esme pull her into a tight hug. Marcel was leaning against the door frame of the house, waiting for Esme to come in.

"Where's Caroline, Nik, and Sammy?" I asked Bella.

"Upstairs with Seth and Leah." Edward said. "They like staying away from the vampires. It makes Leah's skin crawl."

I smirked, disappearing into the house. I winked at Benjamin as I passed by, smiling at Tia- his mate, as well. I could see everyone else that had shown up.

Two from the Amazon coven, all of the Egyptian coven, three Irish, Garrett, Mary, Peter, Charlotte, Randall, Alistair, Charles, and Makenna. They were all nomads.

I greeted all of them with a breezy, "Hello," and then made my way up the stairs to join my kids.

I could hear Carlisle and Esme rejoining the others downstairs.

Not only were Seth and Leah upstairs with my kids, but so were Embry and Bree, binge watching the Marvel movies.

"Hey kiddos." I said, making my kids turn around and leap into my arms.

"Mom!" Caroline said happily, "Guess what Niklaus can do?"

"I thought I said no powers?" I questioned.

"Yeah, but we didn't know Nik had powers until a few days ago." Caroline said with a grin.

I turned to look at Nik with a small smile. "So, what can you do?"

"I can mimic other vampire's abilities." Nik said solemnly.

"Really?" I asked, astonished.

"Yes. All I have to do is touch them, and then I have gained their ability." Nik said, touching my hand.

That would make him one of the most powerful vampires on the planet if he lived for a long time.

"But I wouldn't do anything bad if I was the most powerful vampire." Nik said easily.

"So you touched Edward I'm assuming?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." Niklaus said, drifting back to the couch to pick up another book. "I think having several powers would make great use in the upcoming battle."

That made my blood turn cold. "Niklaus! You aren't even a year old! You aren't even six months old! You can't possibly think that you are going to be fighting in this battle! And even if you were a year old you wouldn't then!"

"But if I could just touch this Jane person everyone is so scared about I could turn her power on herself!" Niklaus protested.

"Absolutely not." I said coldly. "You are not fighting!"

There was a silence downstairs. I wondered if everyone had left or if they were just listening in.

"But mom!" Niklaus said.

"No!"

"Yes!" Caroline said with her puppy dog eyes. "No one can catch me. And I'll teleport Niklaus around so that he can take people out!"

"No!" I said furiously. "This is not a game! CARLISLE!"

Carlisle was at my side in an instant, looking warily between me and the kids. "They think they are going to fight." I spat angrily, even though it wasn't him I was angry with. I wasn't angry at them either. I was frustrated. I hated Irina.

Carlisle sighed, trying to be diplomatic. "You three will not be participating in the battle. Do you understand? It is to dangerous. Not only for yourselves, but for others. Especially you two Care and Samuel. Leah and Seth might get hurt trying to protect you if you are reckless. And someone else might get hurt trying to protect you Nik. You will sit the battle out and if you don't, you'll be grounded for a whole year afterwards."

Pretending that we were going to still be here after the battle.

"Besides." Carlisle said, sounding optimistic. "It's not even going to come to a battle, so there is no reason for you to get involved."

I felt myself relaxing, believing his words too.

It wasn't the last of their conversations, but as I kept them down at La Push with Seth and Leah- mostly to get Leah out of the house so that she didn't kill and vampires when they intended to go hunting- the conversations were rarely disputed.

Bella was also trying to learn how to fight. Edward absolutely refused to teach her. Emmett didn't really teach her- more beat her up in a sense.

There were a few others that attempted teaching her. Garrett in particular was an incredible teacher. In fact, he was incredible altogether. I absolutely loved his attitude and charisma. We got into rather heated debates about the Beatles. He was from the Revolutionary war era and therefore, deemed anything British as terrible.

"But the music didn't enslave you." I argued heatedly. "It's good music!"

"It's British." He said firmly.

"I swear I will force you to listen to it. Besides, British accents are hot."

Carlisle coughed discretely behind me. I ignored him.

"Well then you have poor taste in men." Garrett said, red eyes narrowing.

"I have excellent taste in men, thank you very much." I smirked, jabbing a thumb over my shoulder at Carlisle who buried his head deeper into his book.

Garrett stared at me a moment longer before carefully saying, "You know, I've been to every battle in history."

"Ah?" I questioned, trying to figure out where this was going.

"And though I wasn't at the bombing of Fort Knox, I was there for the aftermath." Garrett continued, gauging my reaction.

I set my jaw in a harsh manner, "That's what you want to talk about?"

"I believe you're innocent." Garrett pointed out.

"What a relief." I muttered.

"Carlisle would never have married you if you had been guilty." Garrett said with a shrug.

"Alright, can we not talk about this." Carlisle muttered from behind us.

I giggled, "I didn't realize you were a part of this conversation."

Carlisle glared half-heartedly at me. I pressed a kiss to his lips and then turned to Garrett. "The others are gathering outside."

"Ah, let's take the debate to the fresh air and get some more intelligent opinions on British shit."

"For the record, The Beatles are one of the best bands out there." I said, firmly believing this to be true. "What? You don't like Harry Potter either?"

"Never watched it nor have I read the books." Garrett said stubbornly.

"And now you need to be forgiven for your sins." I quipped.

Kate had just grabbed Bella's arm, electricity rushing through her hands. Bella didn't even react and Kate said, "oh, yeah, she's a shield all right. Should put her on her ass."

I saw that Carlisle and Esme had joined us as well.

"Or your voltage has been exaggerated." Garrett claimed from behind her. I snickered.

Kate turned, undeterred, holding her hand out, "Maybe it only works on the weak." She wiggled her fingers dauntingly and I smirked.

"What's with the hesitation Garrett?" I teased. "A Beatles song would've been over by now."

He glared at me, moving his hand out to touch Kate's.

"Garrett, I wouldn't." Carlisle warned.

"Don't ruin my fun." I said with another smirk, this time aimed at Carlisle as Garrett touched Kate's hand. There was a zap of electricity and Garrett fell in pain on his knees.

'KNEEEEEEL' Loki's voice rang through my head and Edward rolled his eyes. I wrinkled my nose at him.

"You are an amazing woman." Garrett said slowly, staring up at Kate. I grinned.

Suddenly, we could hear fast, vampiric speed like footsteps, approaching from another direction. That didn't make sense. All of the vampires were already here. We weren't expecting anyone else- unless Toshiro was going to show up.

"There's two of them." I said quickly.

And then I was off, sprinting towards them.

I could hear laughing and barking- sounds from Jacob training the new werewolves.

Then I heard a voice cry "Whoopa" and there was the sound of two sets of footsteps landing on the ground.

I came to a stop, nodding a hello to Jacob and the others.

"Well hello beautiful." The one with white hair said.

I raised an eyebrow as the others- Carlisle, Edward, Eleazar, Kate, and Tanya- came to a stop behind me. I saw that Jacob had three other wolves with him, all very gangly and uncoordinated. I hadn't met these yet.

"Vladimir, Stefan." Carlisle greeted them with just the slightest hint of annoyance. "You're a long way from home."

"What are they doing here?" I heard Kate ask from behind me.

"We heard that the Volturi are moving against you." The white haired one said. Was that Vladimir? Or Stefan? Would've been better if Vladimir had been called Damon. That would've been incredibly satisfying.

I heard Edward sigh somewhere around me.

"But that you would not stand alone."

"We didn't do what we were accused of." Carlisle said.

"We do not care what you did, Carlisle." The white haired one said in a bored tone. Oh my. . . his accent. . .

"We have been waiting a millennium for the Italian scum to be challenged." the darker haired one said.

I was going to go out on a limb and guess that the white haired one was Vladimir. I was going to throw a fit if the hot one had a terrible name like 'Stefan'.

"Mom." Edward hissed under his breath.

"Sorry." I hissed back.

"It's not our plan to fight the Volturi." Carlisle amended quickly.

"Shame." Hopefully Vladimir said and I smiled. I was really liking this Vampire. He tilted his head to probably Stefan. "Aro's witnesses will be so disappointed."

"They enjoy a good fight." Maybe Stefan said with a bit of a chuckle.

"Aro's witnesses?" Eleazar asked, stepping forward and Carlisle turned to look at him.

"Aww." Possibly Vladimir said with a slight click of his tongue. "Still hoping they'll listen?"

I exchanged a look with Carlisle, "What is he talking about?"

Carlisle just shook his head as we made our way back to the house. Once there, Eleazar gathered everyone to explain- first the two new vampires- and then this news about 'Aro's witnesses'.

"When Aro wants someone from a coven it's never long before evidence turns up proving that coven committed some crime." Eleazar started out saying.

"So he's done this before." Bella asked.

Everyone was there. Every coven member, ever nomad, even our kids and the few werewolves that hung around.

"It happens so rarely I never realized it was a pattern." Eleazar said.

"Apparently he always pardons one person whose thoughts he claims are repentant." Carlisle said from the couch.

"This person always has an ability." Eleazar says, his arms still crossed, still leaning against the windowsill. "And they're always given a place with the guard."

"This is all about Alice." Edward said.

"And that's why she ran." I whispered.

"Why does he need witnesses?" Emmett asked.

"To spread the word that justice has been served." Alistair spoke up from his corner. "After he slaughters an entire coven bigger than his own."

Amun and Kebi were the first to move, walking towards the door. "Benjamin, Tia, we're leaving." Amun announced.

"And where will you go?" Edward questioned. "What makes you think they'll be satisfied with Alice? What's to stop them from going after Benjamin next?"

Amun pointed a finger at me, "She can do the same!"

"Minus three elements." I retorted.

"Or Zafrina or Kate." Edward continued, ignoring the both of us. "Or anyone else with a gift, anyone they want. Their goal isn't punishment, it's power. It's acquisition. Carlisle might not ask you to fight, but I will. For the sake of my family, but also for yours. And for the way you want to live."

There was silence, everyone eyeing each other. Jacob was the first to stand to his feet, Seth and Leah joining him, "The packs will fight. We've never been afraid of vampires."

"We will fight." Tanya said, her, Carmen, and Kate rising to their feet from the other couch next.

"This won't be the first time I fought a king's rule." Garrett said and I smiled at him.

"We'll join you." Benjamin spoke, drawing Amun's attention to him.

"No."

"I will do the right thing, Amun." Benjamin said, giving me a slight nod. "You may do as you please."

"We will stand with you." Zafrini said.

"So will we." The Irish Coven said, standing up as well.

All the other nomads did not speak, nodding instead.

"That didn't take much." Vladimir (who was the white haired guy) muttered to Stefan.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." Edward said.

"We'll see." Alistair said to Carlisle. I glared at him. He left the room first, leaving everyone to look after him.

Everyone started to prepare even more. If not to talk, then to fight.

Meanwhile, I kept my sights on Japan, specifically Toshiro. With Marcel's help, we got the military cameras of Japan up and running, taking in his whereabouts. He was making plans to come to Forks.

I hoped he got here sooner rather than later.

And a few days later, he did.

None to soon, as when he arrived, only hours later did I catch sights of the Volturi in the city. I showed him the cameras, several vampires looking over my shoulders. "I did warn you they would come for you." I said to him.

"And I am here now." Toshiro said with wide red eyes.

I nodded and Marcel shut the cameras down, wiping out the fact that we had even used them.

A few days later, I was sitting in the living room on Carlisle's lap as Edward talking strategy with him and Emm bear. Several others stayed in the room as well.

"Jane and Alec will try and take me out first because I can anticipate their moves." Edward said.

"To bad we don't all have your shield." Garrett said. Kate was standing next to him, rather close and I smiled.

"Doesn't help me fight though." Bella pointed out.

"No, but you could help the rest of us." Tanya said. "If you could project it."

"What do you mean?" Bella asked.

"I mean shield someone other than yourself." Tanya said and I wanted to add 'duh'.

"Is that possible?" Bella asked.

'Obviously if she's suggesting it' my brain thought and Edward glared at me. 'Sorry'.

"Gifts can be developed. Over time." Carlisle said softly, running his hand over my hair. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt. This was the first time that I had seen him wear something other than his doctor uniform or something formal. They were usually all so formal. But now it was like they had dropped the charade.

"At first, mine was just in my palms." Kate said. "Now I can radiate it all over my body."

"How do you do it?" Bella asked urgently. "Tell me." She grabbed Kate's hand.

"Ow." Kate said flatly.

They decided to move things outside. Carlisle and I stayed put for the time being. I snuggled into his chest. "Everything is going to be alright." I murmured. "Probably."

"Reassuring." Carlisle said. I knew he was trying to jest, but everything was to tense for that.

"You know what we need to do?" I asked quietly.

"No." Carlisle said.

I slid the hoodie off his shoulders. "First, we should go back to our house. Just some alone time for the two of us. You can take all of your anxiety and frustration out of me rather favorably. And then we'll have a nice long hot shower. And then, you're going to put on your fancy dress clothes, okay?"

"Sounds nice." Vladimir said from behind us rather suddenly, "Mind if I join?"

Carlisle glared at him over my shoulder.

I chuckled quietly, placing a kiss on Carlisle's forehead. "I might've let you if your name was Damon," I said with a smirk, "Shame."

Vladimir chuckled, disappearing again somewhere upstairs.

"So?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Carlisle scooped me up into his arms, racing away from the main house until we reached our little cottage.

"Oh darling, I'm going to ruin you."

For the first time in a long time, I saw Lord flicker behind Carlisle's eyes.

The minute we entered the bedroom, I completely submitted under him. Our clothes were on the floor in scraps and we were on the bed, cottons sheets fluffing upwards at the sudden two-person landing.

Carlisle's hands were firm and heavy on my hips as he pressed a very slow, teasing kiss to my pussy before diving in with his tongue and teeth.

I let out a pleasured moan at the feeling of his cool tongue and my hot core mixing together. It was almost ultimate pleasure and it was only heightened as Carlisle groaned, shooting vibrations up my lips to my clit.

"C-C-Carlisle." I whimpered. There was a soft coil in my stomach, but I needed more. Carlisle, much to my demise, pulled away, kissing down my thighs instead. I whimpered again.

He chuckled lowly under his breath, the lowness shooting tingly feelings to the core of my stomach. "Patience darling."

"I- I'm not very patient." I muttered.

"I know." He grinned. He maneuvered himself over my body, one arm wrapping around the base of my neck to pull me into a kiss, the other unexpectedly plunging two digits into my wetness.

I moaned into his mouth, lips parting. His tongue entered my mouth, clashing with mine for a few seconds before I submitted again at the overwhelming feeling of his fingers plunging into me over and over again, his palm hitting my clit every time he thrusted in.

The coil started to build up again, but once again, not enough. "Carlisle, please." I begged, throwing my head back.

"Mmm, eyes on me darling." Carlisle said, his lips trailing down my jaw to my neck, biting and sucking, leaving large purple bruises that started healing very slowly. Once he reached my breasts, he started to lick and kiss them. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling before biting and then moving to the other one to repeat his actions. Meanwhile, his fingers seemed to move even faster and his thumb started swirling patterns on my clit.

My eyes started to tear up as I tried to keep my eyes on him to the best of my ability. "Carlisle I'm gonna-"

"No you're not." Carlisle said simply with almost no emotion, flicking his tongue out over my right nipple, making me writhe and moan again. "Hold it."

I whimpered, tears falling down my face, body shaking, pussy clenching around his fingers. His pace increased even more, the speed of his thumb almost mind-blowing. My toes clenched tightly, trying to relieved some of the tension.

"Words darling." Carlisle said.

"Please Carlisle, please." I begged. "Please, I wanna-"

"Beg better than that baby." Carlisle said, his eyes slowly becoming black as he moved lower, adding his tongue to the mix of fingers at the start of my core.

I attempted to buck my hips but his other hand kept my waist down firmly. "Please Carlisle. Please. I wanna cum. Please?"

"Mm." Was all he said, with a slight dip of his head and I let go, white fuzzy shock washing through my body. I could feel his tongue working me through my orgasm, this thumb not letting up though his fingers had pulled out of me.

He pulled away from my pulsating core, moving over me. His once blond, now more strawberry blond, hair hung in his eyes, his pink tongue darting out to catch every trace of my arousal and I found myself getting wet just at the sight.

"Delicious as always sweetheart." He growled.

I whimpered as he flipped my body over before slamming himself into me without warning. Though it was unexpected and unusual of Carlisle, I had told him to take his frustration out on me.

And Fuck if I wasn't enjoying it.

I had honestly never felt better.

My fingers clutched at the bedsheets as he pounded into me, every stroke bringing such immense pleasure I didn't think it could get better. But it did. Slowly with every other thrust it got better and better, the coil in my stomach started to tighten and contract and tighten again. And I was so sure I was going to burst.

"CARLISLE!" I whimpered.

"Absolutely not." He growled in my ear. "Don't you dare."

And it was most definitely Lord in control.

"My Lord, please." I begged, a few more tears slipping down my cheeks. "Please! I-"

He forced his fingers into my open mouth, choking me rather effectively as he pressed his body down against my back tightly, hitting me at a new angle that made my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"Fuck Davina." Lord growled. "You're fucking mine."

I would've mumbled 'All yours' except that I couldn't. So I just did the best to nod my head and whine pathetically.

My arms were trembling, trying to hold myself up in the position that he wanted me in. One of his arms wrapped around me, holding me up himself. "I fuck you so good you can't even hold yourself up."

His fingers retracted from my mouth. He pulled me up a little straighter, his cock ramming into me at a new angle once again, hitting my cervix over and over as I whimpered, moaned, and fucking mewled.

I was putty in his arms, melting. "Fuck, Lord. Feels so good. I'm so close. Please let me cum. Please Lord."

He chuckled darkly, his thrusts slow, and I nearly cried in frustration. "Fuck darling. Missed this fucking pussy. Missed you wrapped around me like this."

Even in his darkest moments, Carlisle was almost never like this.

And I knew what had made him snap.

Vladimir.

I almost wanted to make a joke, tell him Vladimir would let me finish, but I held my tongue. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to get punished tonight.

Oh but teasing was so much fun. . .

And then my orgasm hit me like a truck, flowing down his hard cock which didn't stop its thrusts, wringing out my orgasm until it started feeling like overstimulation. His fingers reached down, finding my nub and I let out a scream of blinding pleasure as a second- third?- one crashed down on me.

Carlisle pulled out, flipped me over, and slammed back into me as my back was on the bed. "Gonna watch that pretty little face of yours as I make you cum over and over again. No one else can make you feel this good. You're mine, yeah?"

"All yours Lord. All yours." I whimpered, my hands finding themselves in his fluffy hair. I was so glad that I was a vampire werewolf hybrid thing because if I was human, I would've broken under his amount of pleasure. As it was, I was trying very hard to keep it together.

He attacked my neck and upper chest with kisses and bites, as though determined not to leave an inch of my skin unmarked. I gripped his shoulders, nails dragging down the marble like back of my husband.

I knew if I could sweat, I would be and I was glad that there were a few human things I could not do.

The pleasure was starting to become even more immense and I cried out his name again.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" Lord said, his eyes the blackest I had ever seen them. "Gonna fucking cum all over my cock and prove that you're mine?"

I whimpered and whined at his words.

"Yes! Carlisle! Lord! Yes! Please! Please don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Carlisle please."

Lord moaned above me, a deep sound that ended me, another orgasm rushing through my body, heating it up, sending white flashes through my head.

"You look ravishing like this." Carlisle growled lowly, staring into my face with hunger and passion. "Fuck you're squeezing me so good. M'gonna cum darling."

I had no answers as I felt him release into me, his release long and large. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes started to return back to gold, thrusting his hips just a few more times before he pulled out of me slowly.

Our mixed release dripped from both his cock and my pussy onto the bed sheets but neither of us cared. I was to busy gauging Carlisle's reaction as he came back from Lord's control.

Carlisle blinked a few times and then leaned over me, a cautious expression on his face, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? I wasn't to rough or anything?"

I giggled, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him on the lips. "If flirting with a few guys is all it takes to get you to do that, I'll be flirting with every guy in sight."

Carlisle growled into my neck, "Or you could ask nicely and spare me the jealousy."

I giggled again, pressing soft kisses to his own neck, "Deal. But really, Carlisle, it was wonderful. I had no idea your mind could be so dirty."

Carlisle buried his head into my shoulder. I kissed the top of his head. "Ready to go back?"

"No." Carlisle said, sliding his hands to my hips, flipping me over so I was above him, and settled me back down on his cock, both of us hissing as the sensitivity of everything before it was healed. "How about another eight rounds?"

I smirked, "Ten."

Carlisle pulled my face down to meet his in a crushing kiss before pulling away a little and said, "Well then, you better get to riding me."

"Yes sir." I quipped and settled down to my task.

[bellysoupset]

Friendsgiving - Part 1

"Friendsgiving?" Leo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms to his chest. Vince shrugged, huffing and puffing as he raised the dumbbell over his head.

"Wendy-" he gasped, crouching back down again with the weight and planting it on the ground, "suggested."

Leo grimaced, "I don't know, Vin, I'm not really in the mood..."

"It's just like any other night we hang out together, except there's more food," Vince pouted, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "c'mon, man, would you rather stay in or have my turkey?"

"Well, when you put it like that... Has Wendy already convinced Jon?" Leo touched Vince's knee with his shoe, pointing the dumbbell, "get to it."

Vince picked it up back again, groaning, before starting the exercise set all over, "I... Think shsss... She was gonna talk with him... Today," he huffed and Leo rolled his eyes.

Jonah gave in to Wendy's every whim and Leo was still jealous of that, even if he had learned to like Wendy. Maybe. Sorta.

"Fine, are Luke and Bell coming too?" He asked, causing Vince to roll his eyes in a way of saying duh, "... Do we need to bring anything? What do people do during Thanksgiving?"

"Fuck me if I know, I'm not American," Vince scoffed, dropping the dumbbell once again and planting his hands on his knees as he panted, "all I know is that we kill a bird and we're encouraged to stuff ourselves with food."

"Sounds alright," Leo nodded, "I'll bring some wine."

"How very lawyer of you," Vince teased him, straightening up and stepping closer so he could plant a big, overheated hand in the middle of Leo's shoulder blades, "your turn, kiddo."

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"Are you almost done?"

"Almost!"

Lucas rolled his eyes, finishing up lacing his boots and walking to the bathroom, where Bella was leaning over the sink in nothing but a bathrobe, doing her eyeliner.

"Really? You're going like this?"

"You're distracting me," Bell scoffed, continuing to draw her liner without being bothered by his judgmental stare, "are you done?"

"Yes," Luke glared at her mirror reflection, "I'm not taking the blame when Wendy chew us out, Isabella."

"Wendy will understand," she rolled her eyes, putting down the eyeliner and rubbing oil in her hands, starting to unclamp her curls since they had dried stuck together, "stop staring, go put the arroz con pollo in the car."

"Wendy specifically said we didn't have to bring anything," Lucas mulled over, walking back to the kitchen to grab the big bowl of colorful rice. Bella was one of the worst cooks he had ever met, so he was not even one bit enthusiastic about it, no matter how good it looked or smelt.

"Were you raised in a barn?" Bella scoffed from the bedroom and Lucas ignored the comment, walking out so he could plant the food in the backseat of the car. He glanced at the clock.

"Isabella Martinez, it's almost seven thirty!" he exclaimed, rushing back inside, "you better be rea-"

Bella twirled in front of him, "what do you think?"

"What the fuck, Bell?" Lucas growled, crossing the room in two steps so he could pull her in for a kiss, one hand on her nape, fingers curling on her hair, the other one finding it's habitual place on her ass.

Bella let out a squeal in his mouth and Luke scrunched up the tricot fabric of her skin tight red dress, tilting them so they fell on the bed. She scoffed, hiking up the skirt in order to frame his body with her knees and planted a hand on his chest

"What happened to we're gonna be late?" she panted, wiping the deep red lipstick from his lips. Luke turned his face so he could nibble at her fingertips, bunching up the skirt of her dress further up her thighs.

"I don't wanna go anymore," he scoffed, before whining in the back of his throat as he noticed she was wearing thigh-high stockings under the dress, "are you trying to kill me?"

Bella opened a wolfish smile, leaning over him, her curls cascading around them and creating a curtain of auburn as she whispered in his ear, "I'm also not wearing any underwe- LUCAS!" she squealed as he groaned loudly, rolling them on the bed and almost causing them to fall since they were far too close to the edge.

"That's it, we're not going anymore," he said, hand coming up to cup her face so he could plant a kiss on her neck, nibbling on her earlobe.

"Don't be ridiculous," she giggled, pushing him back by the forehead, "get off me, get up."

"Oh I am up alright-"

"Lucas Atwood, let go off me," she shoved his chest, "c'mon, let's go."

"It's like you enjoy watching me suffering," he whined, getting up from the bed and smoothing his dark shirt, grabbing his coat as they passed by the living room.

"I still think we should've brought more," Bella grumbled as they parked before Wendy's building, grabbing her big bowl, the one Luke had hoped she'd forget about.

"Wendy was pretty clear she didn't want us to bring anything," he said, taking the bowl from her and offering his arm for her to steady herself since she was wearing high heeled boots.

"You know she only said that because she hates my food-"

"-So does everyo-"

"But we could've brought the beverages. I'm just saying, I feel like a terrible guest," she pouted as they got inside the elevator and Lucas shrugged, planting a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

"I think Wen just likes hosting," he reassured her, listening as Bella mumbled something in spanish he couldn't discern.

Wendy's building had two apartments per floor. Her door was easily recognizable because not only she had painted it a deep red ever since moving in, but because there was a big wreath of orange flowers hanging on it.

They pressed the door bell, then the door swung open, revealing Jonah's face. He was holding a glass of wine, that was almost empty, the condensation marking how full it had initially been.

He was wearing a cream cable knit sweater over brown corduroy pants and Jonah raised an eyebrow, lowering his glass, "you guys are late. As usual."

"Blame Bella-"

"Blame Lucas," Bella talked over him, sneaking under Jonah's arm to get inside the house. Jon rolled his eyes, stepping away from the doorway.

"Where do I put this?" Luke held up the bowl and Jonah grimaced, glaring at it.

"Bella cooked it?"

"Yeah?"

"The garbage bin."

"You're such an arsehole," Lucas snorted, stepping around him.

Wendy had gone all out, as everyone expected. She had completely changed the configuration of her living room and extended her table so it would fit 6 people instead of only 4. There were little white pumpkins marking each plate, alongside a note.

A bunch of food already piled up on top and the lights of the kitchen were on, chatting coming from inside, as well as italian cursing that had Lucas happily walking closer.

Vince was hunched over the stove, stirring something, with an apron that was several sizes too small for him hanging around his neck and holding for dear life around his waist. His cheeks were all red, be it from the moving around, the stove heat or the wine bottle that was almost empty sitting on top of the sink.

Leo was chopping fruits and Wendy was standing on the furthest corner of the kitchen, while Bella reached to grab the plates in the cupboard.

"Hi guys - Wen, where do I put this?" Luke said and the shorter woman turned around to look at him, then grimaced at the bowl, waving it off.

"I don't know, put it in the fridge- I told you guys not to bring anything!" she berated, glaring at Bella, "Vince made enough food to feed a small army."

"I just wanted to be helpful!"

"She's just a decent guest," Vince defended Bella, "you don't go to someone's house without food, it's rude."

"Yeah, exactly," Bella pouted, while Wendy rolled her eyes, not moved one bit.

"Well, there's no place for it at the table. Lucas put it somewhere in the fridge, I don't care, and help me with the wine."

"What do you need help with?" Lucas opened the fridge and looked at it dumbfounded, there wasn't a single clear space.

"Give me that," Leo scoffed, taking the bowl of arroz con poyo and shoving Luke towards Wendy, so she could properly order him around.

Leo would be lying if he said he hadn't already changed his mind on thanksgiving being stupid. He still wasn't quite sure what to make out of the holiday itself, but getting pleasantly wine drunk over Vince's delicious food, while he giggled and played charades and trivia with his friends was a tradition he wouldn't mind keeping yearly.

Once they were all stuffed with the first round of food, they moved the party to the living room, where Wendy and Vince had pushed the couch out of the way so she could create a sit down situation with bean bags.

Leo couldn't pretend he understood exactly why, but he didn't mind it. He was happily clearing his second slice of pie, while watching Lucas' face turn redder and redder as his partner - Bell - struggled to figure out what movie he was reenacting as he jumped about hitting on his chest.

"Uhm... Kong! King Kong!" Bella shouted and Lucas let out a scoff, leveling her with a glare.

"Are you even trying?!" he groaned, the sore loser and Jonah snorted in his glass of wine, moving so he could rest his head against Leo's shoulder.

"Should I do it?" he whispered, mischievously, and Leo grinned, holding up a forkful of pie for him.

"Lucas might actually cry if you guess it," he whispered back, before saying loudly, "is it Planet of Apes?!"

"NO!" Lucas rubbed his face angrily, his wavy hair looking crazier and crazier, "C'mon, just-" he forcefully breathed, before once more imitating a monkey, glaring in Bella's direction as she continued to shout movie after movie and missing the mark.

"It's The Incredible Hulk!" Jonah exclaimed and Luke let out a shout, kicking a pillow and causing Wendy to yell at him, while Vince fell on his back against the bean bag, giggling, and Bella exclaimed "HULK!? THAT WAS NOT HULK!"

"Jonah cheated," Lucas whined, crossing his arms and Jonah giggled, chugging the rest of his wine, more than a little bit drunk.

"It's not cheating knowing your peanut brain only watches Marvel movies."

"Fuck off-"

"Lucas, sit down, it's Jon's turn," Vince said, still breathless from the giggling fit, "sit down."

Luke grumbled and sat back down, while Jonah passed his empty glass to Leo and got up in a jump, stumbling on his feet a little.

He looked at Leo intently, before winking, opening a bright smile, "c'mon, Leo, let's show the losers how it's done."

Leo giggled, knowing Jonah was doing that exclusively to piss off Lucas. He raised two fingers, causing Vince to shout "two words!"

Jon rolled his eyes, nodding. Then he pointed back at Leo and Bella desperately exclaimed "Leo! Lion! Lion - is that a movie? Lion King!"

"It's not Lion King," Lucas pouted, arms crossed to his chest, while Bella slapped his bicep, not even paying attention.

Jonah ignored them, pointing at Leo again, before dropping to one knee.

Leo frowned, "uhm- I don't..." he watched as Jon reached behind him, as if to grab a ring box, then held the invisible object in front of him, opening the box and mouthing the words, "Will you marry me?"

Leo felt like he had just walked down the stairs, then missed a step. His heart lurched, before Luke interrupted by screaming, "HEY! You can't mouth the words, what the fuck!? That's cheati-"

"I... I," Leo blinked quickly, catching Jon's smile drop on the corners, then he was back in the present, in Wendy's living room, playing charades, "is it The Proposal? With Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds?"

"YES!" Jonah grinned, springing up while Luke cried out about cheating.

Leo forced out a smile, catching Wendy looking at him with a puzzled expression. He quickly averted his gaze, standing up so he could replace Jonah in the center of the room and the game could go on, high fiving him as they exchanged places.

They continued to play for another hour, Jonah's face getting darker and darker as he continued to drink wine as if it was grape juice. More than once Leo caught him using Wendy as support to stand still.

He curled on Leo's side, letting out a little happy sigh as Wendy and Luke got weirdly into trivia, trying to one up each other.

"Uhm, you smell... Really nice," he said, burying his face in Leo's gunmetal sweater.

"Thank you, I shower," Leo sassed, turning to look his boyfriend in the eyes. They were slightly bloodshot from all the alcohol, greener than usual and Jonah wrinkled his nose in distaste, flicking at Leo's ear in annoyed manner, before he got distracted and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"It's so long now, it's very pretty..." he said softly, "like a prince."

"Like Charming?" Leo teased, doing the hair flip and Jonah let out a cackle, that was so unlike himself and had him rushing to cover his mouth.

"Yeah, maybe a little," he giggled, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to Leo's, like a cat when seeking affection, "are you having fun?"

"A lot," Leo whispered, letting him nuzzle their heads together and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He looked ahead, as Bella let out a loud groan and fell down on Lucas' lap, groaning about the food baby she had gotten after getting seconds and thirds of Vince's cooking.

Lucas frowned at her firstly, annoyed to have his little match interrupted right when he was winning, but the annoyance melted away quickly as she wrapped both arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, yawning.

Jonah hiccupped next to him and Leo looked back at him. He was adorable when this drunk. All tactile and easy going, as if his walls turned to dust.

"Leo, can we go home?" he groaned, his voice slow, but the words not slurred. As if he was taking the time to think through his sentences and make sure he didn't sound as drunk as he felt. He was failing miserably.

"Yeah, we can," Leo wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling them both up. To the rest of the room he announced with a fake yawn, "guys, we're leaving."

Wendy pouted, "already?" she said, getting up from where she had been happily cuddled up with Vin.

"Uhm," Jonah mumbled, staggering forward slightly and holding her by the shoulders, "it'ssslate. We have a- A kitty."

"I know, honey," Wendy snorted, amused, looking at Leo, "okay, I see," she said, acknowledging Jonah needed to be put to bed.

"JD is back home all... All alone..." Jon pouted, suddenly realizing it, "we should've bough-bruh- brought her."

"I don't think she'd have enjoyed it," Leo chuckled, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him towards the door, while Wendy retrieved both their coats and the other three staying behind chorused a "Bye guys!"

"She's so little," Jon frowned, hugging himself, "she shouldn't be alone."

"Oh baby, I promise you she doesn't mind it," Leo nearly melted in his shoes, planting a kiss to his boyfriend's brow and taking his coat from Wendy's hand, wrapping it around his shoulders, "c'mon, Dr. Banks, you're a whole bottle of wine too drunk."

"I'm not drunk," he stumbled as Leo wrapped the scarf around his neck and guided him out of Wendy's first door, pressing the button for the elevator as he quickly went back inside to say goodbye to their host and friends.

He found Jonah exactly where he had left him, slumped on a wall and playing with the fringes of his scarf, "Leo."

"Yes, babe?" Leo pulled his closer, fixing his coat and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you," he said, out loud, in public, loudly. Leo grinned, rubbing his back in soothing circles as they waited for the elevator.

"I know, Jon, I love you too."

"No," Jonah shook his head, stubborn, "I'm..." he hiccupped again, interrupting whatever he was going to say. The elevator arrived with a soft ding and Leo was thankful for it, as it seemed Jonah was starting to really need the fresh air.

They had driven over in Leo's car and, for once, he was glad for it. He always got more worried about messing up the interior of Jon's fancy car.

"Get in, baby," Leo tried to maneuver him in the passenger side, "c'mon, the sooner you get in, the sooner we'll go home to our kitty," he grinned at the last word.

Jonah let out a whine, "Leo..."

"Yes?" he successfully managed to shove Jonah's legs inside the car.

"I..." Jonah's shoulders hitched and he shoved a hand in Leo's chest, pushing him back just in time for a mouthful of wine-pink vomit to hit the ground between them. Jon let out a groan, "uhm... that's not good."

Leo couldn't help but chuckle at the drunken sentence, carefully stepping around the puddle of sick, "feeling better?"

"I wanna go home," Jon whined instead of answering him, so Leo simply nodded, pushing a curl away from his forehead.

"We're going home, love..." he circled the car, quickly entering on the driver's side and reaching over Jonah so he could slam the door shut, "we'll be home in a minute, lean back and close your eyes."

"We should do Christmas at our place," Jonah yawned, curling up on side, all adorable and planting a hand on Leo's leg, closing his eyes, "I know the Holidays suck, but we don't have to do the old traditions. We can make new ones."

Leo's breath caught as he turned on the car, trying not to show just how close to tears - happy or not, he wasn't quite sure - Jon's drunken words had brought him.

"Uhm," he opted for saying, taking Jon's hand in his and kissing its back, "sleep now, alright?"

"Think about it," his boyfriend yawned, without bothering to open his eyes, "I just want you to be happy..."

"I am happy," Leo said quickly, clearing his throat against the sudden knot squeezing his vocal chords, "I'm happy, Jonah, I-"

"I don't get why your name is Leo, just Leo. Why not Leonard?" Jon interrupted him, his voice a sleepy whisper.

Leo let out a chuckle, the tension melting off his shoulders as he was reminded that Jonah was drunk, not trying to do some soul searching in the parking lot.

"I don't know, Jon, I th-"

"You don't look like a Leonard," Jonah blinked at him, almost passed out, "maybe a Leon?"

"Absolutely not," Leo sighed, finally starting to drive off, "go the fuck to sleep, Jonah."

TBC

[opalsiren]

There's something I might hate even more than Will forcing Bella to reveal her secret and it's him basically telling her that since he's found out she's a mermaid, learning more about her isn't interesting. How insensitive do you have to be? How miserable she felt at the time, the devastation on her face when she's alone in the moon pool, thinking that she might not be a person worth knowing and loving because, I mean, not even her parents, the people who would have to do it, have never noticed her :(((

trueee!! will forces the mermaid reveal on bella and her friends not once but twice, and then after the fact acts like bella being a mermaid is practically the only reason he cares about her 😕 i've said it before but it is hilarious to me that there are not one, but two episodes where it seems that will is only into bella since she's a mermaid and they have nothing in common beyond that, with no proper resolution in either episode!!

her relationship with her parents makes this doubly heartbreaking: we as a h2o hivemind have discussed how messed up it is that bella's parents didn't notice their nine-year-old kiddo frolicking around the cliffs for hours transforming into a fantastical creature, but it is also completely fucked that they seemed to be entirely absent during the water tentacle of it all, their teenage daughter completely unsupported during the move to a new town with mythological goings-on in the background

anyway justice for miss bella hartley now and forever!!!

[thedawningofthehour]

Oh. my. god, seriously, every time a chapter comes out my hands start shaking, I was shocked to wake up to see that the chapter had not been posted, only for it to be posted a couple of hours later, and for the record I woke up at 8 am and there is only like a couple of hours difference between US and where I live! Woman! Do you even sleep?

My mom gets furious if I go to bed at 12 pm and I'm a 22 year old grown woman!

Uhhhhhhhh~ it looks like the 'Galois discovers the truth' arc is already taking it's first steps, I want to see the faces of the Draxum squadron when they see the wanted posters, especially when they realize they used a picture of Donatello for 'Galois'!

The guy's reaction when Annie told him about his family, one of the things I'd like to see in the recovery arc is how the humans will adapt to the Yokai, I love Worldbuilding stories.

So while they won't sentence Donnie to death there's still a chance he'll be lynched? Yikes, I hope Bella and Leo's testimonies help with their public opinion, again, it's all Draxum's fault, the guy had the kid for a year and already has like four 🎯 in his head, Splinter was right to take the kids.

Oh, my mother bothers me too if she thinks I'm up too late. But she's usually asleep by then, and I try to get to bed before she gets up for her middle of the night smoke.

Just part of living with your parents as an adult, I guess. Today she drove me crazy going through every item in the kitchen and playing twenty questions with me about it to make room for Thanksgiving supplies. Is this yours? When did you buy it? Is it still good? What kind of cheese is it? When do you eat this? Are you sure I can throw it out? But are you actually going to eat it? (she does this when she goes through anything, it drives me nuts) I literally did a fridge purge less than a month ago too, all the old stuff was hers.

But our rent's been the same since 2013 and our landlords are actually cool people, so fuck if I'm moving out and paying more for a shittier place to live.

It's pretty unrealistic, the Hidden City as a whole places a lot of value on children (so many of them have trouble having bio-kids) and their life stages all scale upwards, so 15-16 is so very very young for them. So the idea that they'd condemn someone so young goes against much of the overarching culture there.

However, Hueso's seen bullshit before. He knows emotions run much higher than reason in times of strife, and he worries about the dehumanization of mutants and the effects that will have. If Yokai see mutants as scary 'Others' who just exist to destroy their way of life, then they'd have no qualms about killing people like Leo or even the kiddos like Fatimah and Jenny-because they're not really people to them. And they would be furious at one of those 'Others' who played a direct part in their hardship.

To be fair, some of it probably would have happened anyway. People like Big Mama (if she was an actual crime boss and not a cartoon version of what a kid thinks a crime boss is) and other rich weirdos would have taken one look at him and been like "sweet! You work for me now. Say no and I'll cripple your legs so you can't run away. :)" Draxum's reputation and being legally his son does protect him somewhat.

[marigoldbaker]

🎂💯for the ask meme? (for whichever Kovacs/Cervenak you’d like <3)

HECK yeah!!! let's go with stacey <333

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

decided RIGHT now to pin down stacey's birthday as april 14! i think that girl is very much an aries. she's 15 when what you make is happening, probably a tiny bit older when the sequel starts.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

she desperately wants a boyfriend, but seeing the way her parents' relationship works has made her set her standards sky-high, and she believes that all teenage boys are beneath her. she will complain very very loudly about how she doesn't have any romantic options -- while turning her nose up at the literal PILE of boys that are falling over each other to try and woo her. jenny and nora have tried to point out the boys multiple times & have gotten the response of "well, i don't want THOSE boys."

of the kovacs kiddos, she is giles's favorite, and over time they end up developing a very close relationship characterized by lots of mutual sniping. he teaches her some basic self-defense before she goes off to college & she clocks him full in the fucking face. she is extremely apologetic and worried & then starts going I TAKE IT BACK when she sees how happy this makes him.

obviously no one's gonna know THIS one, but ellie is her favorite girl in the entire world!!!! stacey's always been dying for a girly glitter princess of a little sister who idolizes her, and ellie is literally exactly that. (bella is not jealous because bella has always liked the boys better anyway. she and stacey Coexist At Best.) ellie actually does like 80 percent of the heavy lifting when it comes to stacey and giles's relationship, because they're just both so obsessed with her. they take her to claire's together and let her shoplift. possibly they teach her how to shoplift. they think she deserves whatever she wants.

[monterraverde]

Eavesdrop

“Pompous, arrogant, anti-charismatic asshole- Shut the fuck up!! Take that back!! I’m nothing like him!! …What do you mean you ship it?! Chica you’d best be glad I’m in Alola right now, I’d be grounding your ass so hard- I know you’re 22, I don’t care. Go to your room.” She snorts, and Bella laughs on the other end of the facetime call before muttering something else.

“Yeah I know he was the Kanto champion for like five minutes- Nothing to sneeze at, I knew that going in but- ….Shut the fuck up- No way. No way he’s the Viridian Gym Leader- Are you telling me I have to fight this asshole in an official capacity? JOY- GREAT- Now he can mock me while holding a badge just out of my reach- Love it!”

“…What do you mean he’s- Oh for fucks sake. Go to bed, Kiddo, I’ll call you when you wake up.” She hurriedly hangs up the facetime call, pocketing her hands and the Rotom phone before turning slightly to look at him over her shoulder. “Where the hell you come from? Rude to listen in on peoples phone calls.”

[fictionkinfessions]

watched a video about rabbit knight. got some feelings coming out of that.

isabella, i'm so sorry. i hate that you had to deal with my mess. you should've never been involved. i wish you never had to be involved. i don't think i could ever say sorry to you enough, honey. your old man was a fucking moron. i'm sorry. it was never your fault. i still love ya, kiddo.

jeff, one, awesome fucking game to be honest. didn't know you had that kinda thing in you. and two, i'm sorry you had to be involved too. i hope you know i'm SO thankful that you at least tried to save bella. thank you for taking her in, and taking care of her, and doing your best to save her. like, words can't describe how much that meant, dude.

- thomas eastwood (#💫🪓🎶)

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[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 306

Stranger in a Strange Land

“Stranger in a Strange Land”

Plot Description: Sam coordinates efforts to search for his brother. Jack struggles to adapt to life as a human. Castiel tries to get more intel on Dean from a demon

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Nope. If the archangel Michael came to me and threatened me with the question of what I want, I’d also say peace and love. And he would also kill me for the times in my life where I did not exhibit the desire for those things

I love how alive and bustling the bunker is with the apocalypse world refugees

Sam is WAY overworking himself. You’re not good, kiddo

Really? Castiel spent like two seasons palling around with Crowley, and you think he wouldn’t consult with some lower level demon? (Hey, what’s goin on with the power vacuum in hell? Lucifer is dead, Crowley is dead, and all the princes of hell are also dead as far as I know. So is it just chaos down there now?)

“How did you lose Dean? I thought you two were joined at the…everything” 👀 this demon though

Ah fuck nooooooo. Cas got ambushed. Everyone in this restaurant is apparently a demon, and he’s getting his ass handed to him

Oh, Jo’s back on the sort of grifting.

I was right about Michael last time. Not only is he Bella Swan of spn but he still fucking sucks. I miss Dean

Sam getting to be big brotherly is actually really sweet. He had a good role model for that growing up and with his own experiences with losing powers and his own empathy

Oh. Fuck. How?? How is Nick (Lucifer’s vessel this whole time) not dead?! I don’t super trust this…despite seeing the wing imprint when Luci died

Ooooo Sam’s gonna be at his wits end soon. He just got Mary and Jack back, lost Dean, and now that demon is threatening Cas

Sam is the opposite of Shanks (from one piece. Sorry, Mary. You’re learning things about one piece tonight.) Shanks wouldn’t put a kid (Luffy) in danger just because the kid said they’re ready. Sam believes Jack needs this (going on the mission to save Castiel). “Better a disappointed kid now than a dead one later.”

Did this…did this demon get visited by Michael? And he’s still alive?! He just said someone asked him what he wanted. That’s what Michael has been asking everyone

Ok. This guy wants to rule hell now. Omg. He’s trying so hard to be Crowley A Bit To the Left and FAILING. It’s embarrassing watching him, honestly. Do you know what’s even funnier? Watching him try to intimidate Sam while being pretty much a full head shorter…Crowley could have, but this guy ain’t got the jennies (certain je ne sais quoi). It was too much, calling everyone darling every five seconds

When did Jack learn parkour?? (Megumi also recently learned parkour…maybe they learned together because I don’t know where she got it either)

Not to ship Jack and Maggie because they’re practically the only two teens in this whole group and he’s pretty protective of her, but I do want to see him form genuine bonds with people outside the Winchester family

Well, they’re goes that demon’s plan to rule hell. Why does Sam think he can dictate whether or not there will be a king of hell??

I’m glad Sam and Cas can be open and honest with each other

Apocalypse World Bobby, are you gonna fuck Sam and Dean’s mom??

“You did well” “all I did was get punched in the face” “to be fair, we all got punched in the face” conversations between Cas and Jack never disappoint

Why does grace regenerate now? When Metatron took Cas’s it was just GONE. Is it an archangel thing? A nephilim thing? An archangel sired nephilim thing? A plot hole??

I don’t trust this call, and not just because it’s from an unknown number (though Sam probably shouldn’t answer those either) oh, it’s Jo

Is Michael teaming up with monsters?? That’s terrible and yet…it’s intriguing at least. It’s probably the most interesting thing he’s done

[skoulsons]

hi. Here’s a like…200 word drabble i wrote in about ten minutes and sent to Meg earlier while I was staring at the gifs of pedro and bella dancing and losing my mind. this is nothing official whatsoever but enjoy :)

“How the fuck am I supposed to know where to step? I’ve never danced before,” she complained, kicking his boot. “Besides, your feet are fucking huge and they keep getting in my way.”

“Jus’ stand on them, kiddo.”

“What?”

“Just- here. Stand on my boots. I’ll show you the movements”

She giggles as she steps on the toes of his boots, gaining a small bit of height as her chin reaches closer to his shoulders. Her right hand is swallowed by his as her left holds on to his upper arm. He holds tight to her arm as he keeps his right around her back, holding her close to him.

“Ready?”

“Yeah,” she giggles, placing her forehead against his shoulder. He steps for one, and she laughs, gripping his hand tighter somehow

“Ain’t gonna drop ya, kiddo. Relax.”

He continues to step in rhythm, eventually humming a small tune to go along with it. Ellie’s relaxed against, her face tucked away into his neck as she feels the rumble from his chest as he hums for them.

“So…when did you learn to dance?”

Joel clears his throat, steadying his breathing as he preps the answer. Ellie tries to look up at him, her cheek pressed to his collarbone as she feels his heart skip a beat

“Sarah had a father-daughter dance at school in sixth grade. I wasn’t a dancer before that, and I sure as hell didn’ want to be, but I learned for her. We practiced for about two weeks before the dance; she said she wanted it to be perfect, but I think she just wanted to stand on my toes as much as she could.” Joel stopped and tipped his toes up, Ellie giggling at the teasing. He rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand as he continued. “This is the rhythm we danced to that night.”

“And you never forgot it?”

“Apparently not. But ‘m glad I didn’t,” he says, kissing the crown of her head briefly, “even if it means gettin’ my toes stepped on.”

[thedeathlysallows]

memento mori

Chapter 1: Poison Ivy

Months Earlier

           “We’re sending you to Washington state. We’ve had reports of a newborn army in Seattle and the Volturi have done nothing but twiddle their thumbs. Find newborns. Eliminate the source. Report back immediately. Questions?”

           “No.”

           “Good. Oh, and Agent? Whatever you find, don’t let personal feelings get in the way of finishing the job.”

           Titania had said it with a knowing look in her eye that I couldn’t quite place during the debriefing, but as I get closer and closer to Forks there’s the dawning of realization. There are vampires here. I can feel them. The air is thick with their presence.

           My father’s house reeks of them.

           “I really wish you were staying with us, kiddo.” Dad hugs me tight after I walk through the front door and ushers me to the living room. I look him over for any subtle differences, but find none. He’s the same. Untouched by whatever darkness is lurking around.

           Good.

           At least Charlie Swan is safe.

           However, that leaves the question: why does this house smell like vampires have been living here for years?

           “Yeah, well, you know how it is. I like having my own space.” I make my tone apologetic, but in reality I’m relieved I won’t be staying with my dad. Technically, I shouldn’t even be in Forks. My mission is in Seattle. Titania will look the other way, though. She always does as long as I get the job done.

           I don’t love the idea of a double life and I especially hate that I have so many secrets from my dad. He was always my rock. My safe place. Mom was never stable enough to take care of me, and I really have no clue how the court gave her full custody of Bella aside from complete bias. I was old enough to make my own choices, and I chose dad.

           He looks at me with a fondness in his eyes that makes my heart ache.

           “I really wish I could stay, Dad, but I just…”

           He puts a hand up and shrugs. “I get it. Don’t want your old man cramping your style. I was young once. I was hip.”

           I laugh and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Dad eyes me with a frown. “What? I’m twenty three. You wanna check my ID officer?”

           “Nah… maybe… did you ever use a fake?”

           “No,” I lie. Another truth I can never tell. It was far more than just fake IDs and underage drinking, but I’ll die before I tell my dad. “So… Bella? How’s that going?”

           He told me a while back about my younger sister’s odd, troublemaker boyfriend, but I always felt he was holding something back. I often left those conversations with something tickling at the back of my mind; however, I never pursued it. Now, I regret it. Hopefully there’s time to make up for it.

           Dad grumbles, expression growing stormy. “Had to let him back in the house.”

           Judging from my intuition and the smell in the air, he never left in the first place. Out loud I say, “ouch, old man. You let your teenage daughter strong arm you like that?”

           “She threatened to go back to Renee if I didn’t.”

           “Oh.”

           I shouldn’t be surprised by that at all. Bella’s notorious for using the mom threat, after all. She’s done it since we were kids. Part of me always wished she would grow out of it, though. Clearly that will never happen. It’s sad. Our dad doesn’t deserve that. All he’s ever wanted from either of us is the tiniest bit of love.

           Hence why hiding everything from him hurts so much.

           Being self-aware really sucks sometimes.

           “Do you think you could talk to her,” Dad asks after the silence stretches on for too long and I’m picking at the PBR label to stop from picking at my nails from nerves.

           “Mmm, Dad, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You know Bells and I have always fought like cats and dogs.”

           “Right. I was just hoping I guess.” He visibly deflates.

           Fuck.

           “Okay, I’ll try. Just don’t do,” I gesture to his current posture that’s reminiscent of a kicked dog, “that. Where is she any-”

           Before I even finish my question, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the air shifts dangerously. My eyes dart to the doorway of the kitchen where Bella stands with one of them. He’s one of the golden eyes, weakened by consuming animal blood, but dangerous all the same. And my sister is holding his hand like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

           I didn’t hear the two of them come in. I didn’t sense him in time. This is why I can’t stay in Forks with Charlie. I’m weak around them. My love for them makes me weak. I can’t afford to be weak.

           “Hi,” I finally say after I calm the pounding in my ears and tame the instinct to attack, kill.

           Bella looks visibly flustered, like my sudden appearance is too much for her. Maybe it is. I mean, last time we talked I was lecturing her about being an irresponsible idiot. She has every right to still be annoyed by that I guess.

           Dad is the one to break the ice. “Rosie, meet Edward Cullen. Bella’s boyfriend.”

           Fuck.

           My mind races. Does he have a connection to what’s happening in Seattle? How often is he over here? How often is he alone with Bella? Does Bella know? Are there more? Oh, God, are there more? How many more? Where do they live? Are they all golden eyes like him?

           Edward nods his head almost imperceptibly, his eyes locked onto mine.

           A mind reader then. That’s fine. Nothing special. I’ve handled his kind before.

           “You’re back home?” Bella breaks my staring contest with her boyfriend. She’s not happy and it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Her tone is sharp and her body language is tense.

           “Oh, relax,” I tell her. There’s a bite to my words as well. “I’ve got work in Seattle so I’m here visiting. I’ll be hanging out more often, though.”

           If Edward has two brain cells to rub together he can tell what I am. If Edward is smart he can hear the threat in my words.

           “Seattle? You aren’t staying there are you?” There’s a new emotion in Bella’s voice. Panic.

           I nod. “I am, but don’t worry. I’ll stay away from the serial killer.”

           “We don’t know it’s a serial killer yet,” Charlie adds in.

           “Right, but that’s what I’m here to figure out.” I take a sip of my beer. “The organization I work for heard about all the murders and they sent me to investigate. I’m hoping I can get to the bottom of it quickly and head back to Charleston before the month is up.”

           Edward quirks an eyebrow, an amused expression on his face. “That quickly?”

           I hate his voice instantly. It’s the same lilting, musical cadence all the bloodsuckers have.

           “Mhmm. I’m very good at my job,” I assure him.

           “Well in that case you have my thanks for keeping all of us safe.”

           I narrow my eyes at him. What a smug little bastard. I don’t like him. In fact, I think I would hate him even if he was just some human boy. Speaking of…

           “How’s Jacob?” I ask Charlie the question, but Edward is the one who answers.

           “Bella doesn’t see him much anymore.”

           Smug and controlling, then.

           Good job picking one of the worst, little sis.

           I’m suddenly desperate and itching to start my investigation, so I check my watch and sigh dramatically. “Wow, look at the time! I should get going so I can check into my hotel on time. Gotta start work bright and early tomorrow. I’ll be back though.”

           “Any leads,” Edward asks.

           “Yeah. I think so. See you tomorrow.”

           I give Charlie a kiss on the cheek and Bella a wave. I can feel Edward’s eyes on me all the way to the front door. It won’t be hard to find out where he lives, and if he has any sense at all, he’ll warn the others that death is coming.

           My drive to Seattle is far less eventful than my visit back home. The three hour trip gives me time to ponder and stew over Bella’s involvement with vampires. She’s not a stupid girl, I finally decide after a while. She just thinks she knows better than everyone else and will overlook danger like it’s nothing.

           Suddenly, this job feels a lot more daunting.

           The Society set me up at the Four Seasons Hotel right in downtown Seattle. It’s a corner suite with a view of the bay that makes my heart squeeze tightly in my chest. I miss Charleston already. Sure, I didn’t grow up in the coastal southern town, but it’s where The Society conducts most of their business. Their seat of power, if you will. It’s also where I did my first year of college. The parties were always ridiculously fun.

           I toss my bag on the bed and plop down on the couch by the window. It gives me a perfect view of the warehouse the Agent before me tracked the newborns to. He’s been MIA for a week now, and at this point it’s safe to assume the worst has happened. As I stare out the window I feel a strange flutter in my chest. There’s something staring back.

[karyokinesheesh]

Reader with Raiden Mei personality and ability

[Requested!]

Content * Bungou Stray dogs, honkai crossover

Warning * almost none again ig, sewerslide mention (don't do sewerslide kiddos), cursing

A/N: I will put the romantic for the legal (Atsushi, Kunikida, Dazai, Yosano, Ranpo (except Fukuzawa and Tanizaki because I don't know how to write a romantic fics of them i'm sorry)) character and platonic (Kyouka, Kenji, Tanizaki siblings (dunno about Naomi's age so to be safe i'll put her in platonic section) and Fukuzawa) for the minor one and some characters that I can't write in romantic one...

(fem reader btw) [Herrscher of Thunder gameplay]

ロマンチック♡ 「Romantic」

Akiko Yosano

-Oh both of you is the Agency's mommies. That's the topic/hj

-You're the Herrscher of Thunder (or just say Ruler of Thunder) and Yosano is the doctor of the agencies. It's a perfect match that probably Jane Austen hasn't think about it

-You have the ability to heal yourself, but you purposely won't use it because you want your wonderful s/o heals you!

-no matter how ruthless Yosano's healing methods is, you still cherished it!

-Yosano often kisses you on the cheek whenever you or her is going to a mission, just like a good-luck kiss

-And you can't hold the blush on your face

Atsushi Nakajima

-You always make a bentō for him

-And of course, Atsushi loves your bentō (and Kyouka too she even managed to steal rolled omelette sometime)

-Dazai even sometimes teases both of you about how is the bentō decorations and style is perfectly matched

-Holy fuck this is cute I'm crying

-You often teaches him how to cook for himself or both of you (and Kyouka too)

-But he doesn't really pay attention, just focusing about how your body sometimes is close to him

-Bonus: he's close with your dragon (what's the name? Is it Bella??? But I'm sure the name it's not Bella Poarch because this ain't build-a-dragon 💀)

Doppo Kunikida

-You're his ideal woman. When he met you for the first time, he knows you're the one

-And he's very very very (have i said another very?) Grateful every morning he's waking up knowing he is your s/o

-Kunikida did his best to protects you, especially holding you back to not exhaust yourself using the Herrscher power

-You may or may not making him a special Divine Key. Like, idk, a pen??? Or smth (since we know that Fu Hua has a Divine Key that shaped like a hairclip)

-So whenever Dazai flirts with you, he just went 🕴🖊 "yo wdym with these I thought you promised to not flirt with my s/o so i don't have any choices to use my Divine Key" *insert Il Vento d'oro bgm* (totally not a jojo reference Istg)

-and pls stop him before otto comes and copies your Divine Key

Edogawa Ranpo

-Idek which witchcraft are you using to make him fell on you, baiting him with a candies?

-No matter how, he loves you and you loves him!

-You buys him candy and sweets, and he's sharing both of them with you. And sometimes rating some sweets into a tier list. (No wonder, it's Ranpo)

-Also, he sometimes asks absurd questions to you. Like;

-"Y/N, I wonder if you can turn on a lamp or some electronic device."

-You're looking at him, but personally curious about it. So both of you tried it, and it's a big success.

Osamu Dazai

-He thought you don't have any ability, but now he knows that you have something MORE THAN ability. Yep, yep, you're a Herrscher.

-When he first knows about it, he's s h o c k e d. Like, holy shit a Ruler??? Isn't that making you a goddess??? Please convince him to not worshiping you

-and sometimes hoping you to just commit suicide with him, with your giant-flying-white-hands that I dunno what to call it.

-If you can't control the gem, he would help you to train to use the power of the gem without turning into a Herrscher form without consciousness (dammit I forgor the name)

-His Ability is useless against your Herrscher power, so be careful to use it in front of him!

-"Y/N! Y/N! YOUR DRAGGO IS SO COOL CAN I RIDE IT WITH YOU????"

-And that's how a dragon is flying at Yokohama sky

-Yokohama people: this is fine

プラトニック☆ 「Platonic」

Kyouka Izumi

-"Hi ma'am, do you mind if i'm your younger sister now?" -Kyouka

-I mean, she IS your sibling rn. Even sometimes Yasha-shirayuki is protecting you

-But whenever you hangs out with her, some people thought you're her mother. Just like when you're buying her a crepes

-"Here's for your daughter, ma'am" said the seller. You just went: 😄😃 what? And after you paid the money, she says this: "Mom, let's get back to the office"

-Please clear the misunderstandings

Kenji Miyazawa

-Our sweet little bean *sobs* must protect

-He's literally AMAZED with you in anything, "how did you did that?" Or "Is this what a true townsfolk power??"

-Kenji went (ʘᴗʘ) whenever you and him has an errand together to do

-You always treat him with food, or at least cook for him

-he can spends hours talking with you, and you can spends hours hearing his stories

-HE'S SO CUTE BYE BRB I'M GOING TO BUY SOME OF KENJI'S MERCH

Tanizaki Siblings

-*inhale* *exhale* okay.

-At first, you are not really close with both of them. Seriously.

-Naomi knows that there's another woman except her, Yosano and Kyouka? Perfect. Also as same age as her? Double kill.

-And that's how you're getting close with Naomi, how about Jun'ichirou tho?

-Well, you hangs out with Naomi, then Jun'ichirou just following her and you around as a good brother he is. And then you two talks alot!

-Perhaps, you're their sibling too...

Yukichi Fukuzawa

-YOU'RE HIS DAUGHTER DON'T YOU DARE CHANGE MY MIND OKAY

-Fukuzawa may or may not trains you how to use Katana too

-at least, you're not beating your opponents with a tuna sword ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-He can't controls your Herrscher power. So once again, please be careful using your power around him

-Fukuzawa won't dare to put you into a dangerous mission, there's one time you're convincing him and then you get back like: "Dad, that mf beat my draggo"

-Don't ask about what happened after then

-But you're getting treated nicely(?) by Yosano

Not relates but Mobius just get beaten by my SS1 HoT and SSS Fulminata. Raiden Mei supremacy ig

Requested by: @sayonaaraa

[litt1efreak-520]

“Once upon a time, we used to be friends.” (Pt. 2)

You (Y/N) and Harry used to be friends during the first few years of high school. Then the reality of it hit. Now it’s your senior year and at a party you both finally reconnect.

You can read Pt. 1 here!

Warnings:

- just swearing.

- mentions/insinuations of sex, both protected and unprotected. (It’s not part of any smut! I don’t do that here!)

A/N: I hope you all enjoy! I’m starting up school again so posts may be limited!

~*🌸*~

The sound of the front door opening slowly lulls you awake. You hear the sound of keys jangling and recognize them to be none other than your dad’s. As you let out a yawn and stretch, you realize that you couldn’t even make it to your bedroom and ended up falling asleep on your couch.

“Hey, kiddo,” your dad greets warmly. “What’re you doing out here at this hour?”

“Why? What time is it?”

“A little after 4:30.”

He sets down his briefcase and tie before making his way into the living room. However, you’re in panic mode.

“4:30?” you echo. “P.M?”

“No,” he sighs. “A.M.”

Shit, you think to yourself. You have to get ready for school in less than an hour and you don’t think you’re going to survive it with your pounding headache.

“So do you wanna tell me why you’re on the couch with smudged mascara and with a different outfit than the one you had on last night before I left?”

“I’m not one of your clients, Dad,” you grumble, but you know you can’t fool him. You probably reeked of vomit, anyway. Truth be told, you don’t remember much from last night, like how you got home or what you did at the party except drink. You figured it would come back to you as they day went on, though.

“Advil’s in the bathroom,” he simply says in response as he grabs his keys and puts them on the key rack. “We’ll talk later.”

~*🌸*~

Your first period class was brutal. You could hardly concentrate on what your teacher was saying due to your massive hangover, and even now as Ellie is trying to talk about her new situation-ship and Bella about her boy toy, you can hardly register anything they’re saying as you all walk to your next period class.

“Did you use protection, El?” is the only thing you can muster, although you say it with a sigh. You just want this whole day to be over, really.

“Oh fuck no,” Ellie laughs. “Why the hell would I ruin it by asking if he had a condom?”

“Right,” you say flatly. “How silly of me to even ask.”

Ellie doesn’t appreciate your tone of voice, and you can visibly see she doesn’t by the way she rolls her eyes, but instead she taps away on her phone.

“So where did you disappear to last night, Y/N?” Bella asks, although she doesn’t look up from her phone. “I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“I don’t know,” you groan. “I had a pretty rough night.”

“Oh.”

You wish Bella would sound a little more concerned and maybe look up from her goddamn phone, but she doesn’t. She isn’t concerned with you at all. Sighing, you return back into your own little world and try to navigate yourself to your locker. However, you fucking hangover was making it hard to concentrate on anything around you. Lockers slamming every so often only made your headache worse. Maybe another Advil would—

“Shit! Look out!” you hear a voice call out.

But it’s too late. You bump into someone, hard enough to send you reeling back a little bit. Whoever you bumped into, they were tall. You only knew because you bumped into their shoulder.

“Fuck!” you mutter to yourself, holding a hand to your head. Note to self, you think. Don’t ever directly bump into someone’s shoulder with a massive hangover!

“Are you alright?” a familiar voice asks, except it sounds like it’s underwater. He has a teal notebook in his hand that obviously belongs to you. You must’ve dropped it on impact. You nod and finally look up at the stranger. Except it wasn’t a stranger. It was Harry. Your eyes meet and when he makes the realization that he bumped into you, the concern in his emerald eyes dials down a bit. Instead, his gaze drops down to the notebook in his hand, almost as if he’s signaling you to take it. You can hear footsteps rushing over and find another one of his friends to be standing next to him: Louis Tomlinson — though his friends called him ‘Tommo’— captain of the soccer team.

“Sorry love!” he says, his blue eyes wide with concern. “Should’ve said something sooner.”

“S’Alright, Louis,” Harry reassured, turning his head towards him ever so slightly.

You nod, as if to agree with Harry, and retrieve the notebook from his hand. You add it to the stack of books already in your arms and you take a small step back, which now enables you to hear all the whispering Ellie and Bella have been doing. You glare at them, but they don’t take a hint. Turning back to look at Harry, you see him biting the inside of his cheek. Then it all comes back to you. You think Harry notices your eyes go wide with realization because his brows furrow with confusion ever so slightly. The embarrassment, the judgment, the silence — just like the one you both had right now — was coming back to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble, breaking eye contact.

“Yep,” he says before pursing his lips. “Ready Louis?”

Louis nods and the two of them make their way past you, but not before Harry sneaks a glance at you one last time. Behind you, you can hear Louis.

“I can’t believe you bumped into Y/N, of all people,” he snickers softly. “I guess that’s just your luck, mate!”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you hear Harry mutter.

You didn’t want to talk about it either, but as you started the trek to your next period, you couldn’t help but to wonder what Louis meant when he said that remark.

~*🌸*~

The rest of the day went by slow. Physics was a fucking bore to end with, so by the time you get home you just want to flop down onto your bed and take the longest nap. You toss your keys onto the counter and let your backpack fall off of your shoulders onto the ground as you slowly make your way towards the stairs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you hear from the living room. You lean back and glance through the doorway to find your mom and dad sitting in the armchairs.

“What…?” you utter. Then you clear your throat and try again. “What’re you doing here, mom? You don’t see me until Wednesday.”

“That may be the case,” she begins. “That was the case until I got a phone call from your father. Where were you last night?”

“Mom—”

“Where, Y/N?”

You sigh and trudge into the living room. Both your parents were lawyers, so you couldn’t argue your way out of this one. Or any argument, for that matter.

“A party,” you mutter. “But I didn’t drink and drive and I didn’t do anything stupid—”

“But you didn’t tell me you were going,” your dad interrupts. “And that’s the part we’re mad about. I mean, something could’ve happened to you.”

“Knowing your father, I’m sure he would’ve let you go if you had told him,” your mom says, a slight amount of distaste trailing her words. “But—”

Your dad flashes her a glare and turns to face her.

“Oh really, Diane? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, Benjamin! I’m just saying—”

“Enough, you two!” you yell, surprising all of you. You hate it when they fight in front of you. You got the fact that they were divorced and have been for 3 years now, but it was still a lot. “Just tell me what my punishment is and we can all be on our merry way, okay?”

Your mother wastes no time, which irritates the hell out of you.

“No car for a week.”

You scoff with disbelief.

“What? H-How am I supposed to get to school? A-And go to the football games or—”

“That’s just something you’re going to have to figure out. You’ve got plenty of friends you tell me about, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding a ride.”

“Diane. Come on.”

“Mom, this is totally unfair. I don’t even have that many friends! Do you even realize how stupid you sound? Let’s be reasonable here!” you say. You’re so mad. Your blood is boiling and you’re sure steam is coming out of your ears.

Suddenly, your mom stands up from her armchair and wags a finger at you.

“You threw reason out the window the minute you went to that party! Now, keys please.”

You stare at her and her beady eyes for a couple of seconds, anger visible in both of you. If it wasn’t obvious enough already, you and your mother weren’t exactly close. You still loved her and all��just not as much as you loved your dad. And it wasn’t because he didn’t rule with an iron fist or anything: it’s just that he understood you better and wasn’t as stubborn as your mom. With a huff, you rush back into the kitchen, grab your keys from the counter, and drop them into your mom’s hand.

“Happy now?” you grumble.

“Very.”

You don’t want to fight anymore so all you do is scoff as you head upstairs to your room, slamming the door. The first thing you do is Group FaceTime Ellie, Bella, and Sarah.

The first one to pick up is Ellie, who is currently doing her makeup.

“Bitch, what is so fucking important that you have to call me while I’m doing my eyeliner?” she groans. “These wings don’t happen overnight.”

“My—”

“What’s up, girlies?” Sarah laughs as she joins the call.

“Lots,” you say. “My—”

“The fuck do you guys want?” Bella growls. “I’m with Jason so make it quick.”

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try again.

“As i was trying to say before, my parents took away my fucking car.”

Ellie doesn’t look up from doing her make-up, just feigns pity instead. “Oh no, that shit sucks.”

“No! How are you gonna come to the party tomorrow?” Sarah whines, sitting up in her bed with obvious disappointment.

You weren’t planning on going anyway, so you just shrug.

“Is there any way you guys can give me a ride to school this week? And maybe a little bit next week? My parents go to work too early to bring me to school so they can’t—”

“Look, I already wake up early enough to do my makeup every day,” Ellie says. “I can’t be waking up at 4:30 just so I have time to give you a ride. Sorry.”

You nod. That comment hurt way more than it should’ve, but you try your best to brush it off.

“Sarah?” you ask, trying to be hopeful.

“Sorry, girlie, but I can’t. I already get enough traffic as is trying to get to school.”

But you only live 5 minutes from the school, you think to yourself.

“Alright,” you sigh. “Bella?”

Bella, who finally unpauses her screen, has a bit of an annoyed expression on her face.

“Can’t. Anyway I got to go,” she mutters, her tone of voice confirming that she was in fact annoyed. “Love you, bye.”

Bella hangs up and Ellie follows almost instantly, saying she has to ‘perfect her wing’ and she can’t be ‘distracted’.

“Isn’t there anyone else that can give you a ride?” Sarah offers. “Why do you have to ask us? Hasn’t anyone else ever given you a ride before?”

You sit on your bed, trying hard not to think about the second option.

“Yeah, once,” you whisper. If you spoke at full volume, you were worried you would burst out into tears.

“Great! Just ask them then girlie, okay?”

You wipe a knuckle under your eye to wipe away the single tear. Then, you try your best to be happy.

“Okay girlie, I will!” you say, plastering on a smile. “Love you…”

Sarah smiles into the camera before she hangs up. You shake your head and throw your phone across your bed with frustration. Did you really have to ask him? Wasn’t there anyone else you could ask? You grab your phone that you had just thrown seconds ago and open a message from the groupchat you and the girls had. It wasn’t anything special, just Bella saying her and Jason did the deed.

“I guess fucking Jason was more important than me,” you mutter.

In that moment, you realize the only people you knew you could ask had basically just told you to fuck off, so no, you really don’t have any other options.