#MELISSA MY DARLING SHE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

“I hate to admit it, but I actually learned some stuff from you.”

Abbott Elementary | 02×22: Franklin Institute

[neverfindmegone]

Hi people, so I'm not a writer and I never wrote anything but my darling @pinkthrone445 is always writing the most amazing things, so I wanted to write this in her honor. Sorry if it's extremely silly and not well written but is my first try 🖤

What I can see

You and Melissa had been friends for a couple of months now. You met the red head during your first day in Abbot. You were nervous as hell to work as a teacher's aid, but you have always loved children and working with them was a dream.

At first, Melissa wasn't very friendly, she was extremely sarcastic, making fun of you every chance she got.

You still remember your first meeting, Ava had come to introduce you to the red head and you couldn't form one proper sentence, being stunned by her beauty.

- What's the matter Hon, did the cat get your tongue?

After that you started to spend more and more time with the older woman, and the intimidation you felt started to turn into a deep admiration. Being her helper was such an interesting job, the learning range was big, from teaching kids with special needs to having the number of a guy who could help you with racoon problems.

Yes. Melissa was an interesting woman and you started to fall for her more and more each day.

At first you believed to be a innocent crush, but the more you had one on one conversations, you saw that you couldn't stop thinking about what hurricane of a woman she was. Her presence, her personality, her looks, you were completely obsessed. What resulted in you finding every excuse possible to be around her all the time. You would bring her coffee, invite for lunches, drinks, movies almost every week after work.

Melissa seemed to appreciate the extra attention you gave her, sometimes you could swear you caught her staring when she thought you weren't looking.

Her bright green eyes shined when you overshared and her hands always found away to touch you, shoulders, hands, thighs.

That's how you found yourself in the current situation. Ava was giving one of her Ava speeches, and you had Melissa sitting right next to you, her arm touching yours. You were caught giving her looks from the corner of your eye, every time your skins would brush.

- Does she sound drunk to you? She whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your back stood up immediately and you were frozen for a second. Her breath ghosting your skin made you feel dizzy whenever she was this close to you. Damn this woman had put you wonder a spell or something. When did you start to be so easily affected?

Melissa noticing your lack of response, shoved your arm slowly. - You okay?

- Yes, I mean no, not drunk, maybe hung over? I saw on her Insta last night, she was at the club until late.

- Club on a Wednesday? That's brave even for her. She eye rolled, looking back at the stage.

- Come on Schemmenti. You looked at her. - Can't you handle going out on a school night?

Her head snapped immediately, green eyes finding yours, nostrils inflating. You liked teasing her, it was a part of the flirting banter you had going on.

You raised both of your eyebrows challenging her. - Too old?

- Are you kidding me kid? You, me, club tonight. She said snapping, challenging you back.

- Deal, I'll pick you up at 7.

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Later that night, you knocked on Melissa's door at 7:15. A bit late, but nothing that would bother the older lady. When the door was opened, your jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight red dress, her creamy cleavage completely in display.

You couldn't stop staring at her breasts, your breathing getting elaborated. This was definitely the rack from God.

Melissa's voice broke up you from your paralysis. - What's the matter hon? Am I over dressed?

You frowned, seeing her insecurity.

- Are you kidding me? Mel, you look... You paused, your eyes raking over her body up and down slowly. - Exquisite.

- Really? I'm not sure about this. She said entering the house, with you following. - I had other options. She gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom.

- Maybe these black jeans? She pointed to the bed, where a bunch of clothes were scattered. - I haven't been to a club in a while, I don't know what I was thinking.

You looked around seeing the mess in the room, realizing that she was probably over thinking this. You wanted nothing more than reassure her, this woman was divine, how couldn't she know that?

- No, you look perfect, I promise.

Melissa made a face, showing that she didn't believe you, she walked to the large mirror in the corner of her room, before standing there, observing herself. Her hands moved over her dress, tiding it up. - Am I too old for this?

- Melissa, please. You giggled, how did this goddess believe she was too old for anything. That's when you remember your teasing earlier, you started to feel guilty. She wouldn't have been upset over that, would she?

- Is this about earlier? You asked approaching her. - Let me show you something. You continued, moving yourself behind her in the mirror slowly, afraid to scare her away. Your desire was to prove to the woman how gorgeous she really was.

- What do you really think? She said looking at you, finding your eyes in the mirror.

You moved your hands to her hips gently, holding her in place, while making eye contact with her.

- I think you will be the hottest woman there. You squeezed her hips gently, before giving them a tap. - Come on.

Melissa huffs, before looking at you with vulnerable eyes. - Oh please.

You move closer, keeping your eyes on hers, before resting your chin on her shoulder. - I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on people. Your arms hugged her from behind while you spoke.

The older woman eyerolled. - Huf, you have to say that, you're my friend.

- Melissa stop. You moved your hands to hers, before squeezing them. - Please see what everyone can see... What I can see.

She blushed deeply. - Listen kid, I...

You moved closer in a fast manner, making her stop talking. You pressed your front against her back completely, before starting - First, look at these arms. You moved your hands up and down her shoulders gently. - They are muscular and strong.

You felt her tense up, looking at you with uncertainty. You gave her a wide smile before you felt her relaxing again, she gave you a small nod, letting you know it was okay to continue.

You shifted your hands to her stomach, stroking it with your fingertips. - Look at this waste, so gorgeous and just the right shape. Her eyes shifted to your hands movements, and her breath started to increase it's path, as she felt you caressing her skin.

- And these hips? Your hand moved down her curves, touching her more intimately now, increasing the pressure of your hands.

- They are so attractive, when you walk, people at school can't stop staring at them. You know when I first met you I couldn't stop thinking about your hips and thighs.

She shaked her head no. - It's true. You breathed in her ear. - You carry such power and swag when you walk, it's impossible not to look.

Her eyes starting to shine, lips quivering as she felt your hands moving to her behind. - I don't think I need to tell you about this mouth watering ass of yours, do I?

Your eyes found hers, completely black now, your hand moving up and down her butt cheeks. Your touch was maddening, Melissa was starting to tremble and you heard a small whimper scape when your nails traced her shape, teasingly.

Your face moved closer to hers, your nose brushing against her cheek, your eyes never leaving hers. - But do you wanna know my favorite? You said slowly, letting the tip of your tongue brush against her earlobe.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Your hands roamed up her front and the red head felt like her skin was on fire, it was as if hot oil was being poured in every spot your fingers touched. Your hand stopped on her chest and you stretched your fingers to her neck, squeezing it gently.

- Y/N. She whimpered, her voice full of emotion.

Your fingers grasped her chin before turning her face to yours. - It's your face Melissa, I'm obsessed with your face. Your eyes kept drinking in hers while you spoke - Your eyes they are so green and deep. - Your smile lights up the whole room, it's contagious.

You leaned closer, letting your fingertips touch the tip of her nose - Your nose is sharp and perfect. You traced a path to her lips, observing her face deeply, like you were a painter and she was your master piece. Your fingers moved to her lips softly, the pressure light but steady.

- And your mouth, God your mouth.

Melissa held her breath, her eyes started to close, she was hypnotized by your caresses. Her eyes snapped open when she felt you pulling away. But before she could protest in disappointment you moved your hands to her breasts squeezing them roughly. You couldn't keep yourself away from them for one more second. - And these are the star of the show. You felt her nipples get hard while you played with them.

Her head fell to your shoulder before she groaned. - Fucking chirst Y/N.

You lost any self control you had left and turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, trapping her with your hands beside her head . - Do you see it now? You asked, your eyes full of lust.

Her lack of response gave you the impression that she was uncomfortable, so you started to move away shyly. - Fuck, sorry Mel, I know we work together. Before you could finish your sentence Melissa grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours. She was furious and putting all of her desire and longing into that kiss.

You had no idea how long she had craved this, how long she had craved you. And having your hands and whispers seducing her like that was enough to take the red head to a breaking point.

All she could see was black, her hands moved over your body frantically, squeezing every piece of flesh she could find.

You moaned feeling how dominant she had became, letting her take charge of the kiss. Your hands moved to her shoulders, clutching with force, returning all the fire the woman was giving you. You opened your mouth, accepting her tongue in. Your mind was dizzy with desire, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning again.

- Holy fuck. You panted. You kissed for minutes, or what seemed to be hours. You couldn't get enough of her taste and she seemed to be obsessed with yours. Every time you would stop to breathe the other would pull in again with force, continuing the intense kiss. Your hands tangled in her gorgeous hair and hers groping you forcefully.

When you felt yourself close to fainting from the lack of air, you moved away from her, catching your breath so you could take a sight of what had just happened.

You moved your hand over your chest, trying to recover.

- Wow Schemmenti, I always assumed you were a good kisser but this, this is something else.

When you caught her eyes, she was still silent, chest and face red, she looked dangerous, almost a predator looking at her pray. - Mel?

She moved closer to you before shoving you in the bed savagely. You fell on your elbows harshly. - Ouch! Melissa! You said looking her with surprise.

- You had your fun seducing and playing me like pudding in your hands. Now it's my turn. She said while moving on top of you.

Her hands moved to your neck before squeezing it. - And you know something Y/N? She said while leaning in, letting her mouth hover over yours. - I don't think I want to go to the club anymore.

[stingslikeabee]

❛ how 'bout I dress up in a bee outfit and show ya my stinger. ❜

unscripted asks . always accepting

There were almost no clients left at the lounge of the Honey Bee Inn at that hour - they were about to close and the patrons who were not willing to rent a room for the rest of the night upstairs with their girl of choice were about to be escorted outside. That, of course, did not apply to Reno.

The Turk was by the bar, facing a selection of empty glasses of different shapes and varying types of garnishes. The textbook evidence of the latest competition between the two mixologists that Melissa had hired a couple of years prior, and who fostered a friendly rivalry of sorts. On the chance they were both working, they tended to compete over their creations - the redhead had been happy to serve as judge.

But maybe he hadn't had enough food to go with the non-stop alcohol or perhaps their last batch from Costan tequila was really above the rest you could find in Wall Market - but Reno grew tipsy, although Melissa could only tell because she knew him well. Easy smiles, flirting lines and a feline grace to body movement were normal fare for Reno; it was the increasing quantity of word puns (and low giggles that accompanied these) that denounced his state to the madame.

Melissa parked herself at his side to hand over some gil to Dario - a customer had tipped the mixologist handsomely during the night and while the cash exchanged hands, Reno rested his chin over an open palm and looked at the inn proprietress - the only woman around sans the infamous bee costume and decked out in fine fabrics instead.

"Hey, Mel," he drawled, obtaining her attention and then grinning widely, "How 'bout I dress up in a bee outfit and show ya my stinger?" the Turk offered, eyebrows wiggling for added emphasis. Melissa's first reaction to that line was laughter - short and melodic but of the genuine kind; the idea of Reno dressing in the same uniform of her staff was entertaining for sure.

"Reno, darling, I'm sure you'd look fabulous," the woman replied with a smile of her own, a wink following for good measure - and while Melissa did believe he would likely look good in anything (the perks of having a figure blessed by genetics and never-ending charisma), she allowed her back to lean against the bar counter to look at the Turk, measuring him clinically for a second, "But I'm not sure any of my customers come here for the stinger, you know. I believe they are more into the deflowering experience."

The woman couldn't keep a serious face after that - her own response was just so bad that the madame chuckled almost immediately, shaking her head and then propelling herself forward, a hand landing on his closest shoulder. Melissa leaned in close next, as if she was about to share some juicy piece of intel, "But if I ever get requests for variety, you'll be the first one I'll call. In case you're looking for a career change, of course."

[scullydubois]

Only the Light Ch. 12

12/? | AU where Melissa moves in with Scully after Scully’s abduction | angst, msr slow-burn, occasional fluff | currently: Irresistible adjacent | T | 3.5k | previous chapters | read on ao3 | tagging: @today-in-fic

Scully gets major insight into what's wrong with her at her follow-up doctor's appointment. Then, Missy takes her to get a tarot card reading.

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It is not Scully’s ideal Friday afternoon. The paper gown itches, the medical chair makes her feel like she’s on display, and Dr. Zapolsky is not exactly the next person she expected to be inside her. As Dr. Zapolsky’s wand probes around, Scully distracts herself by wondering what Mulder is up to. He submitted the Aubrey case report to Skinner yesterday--he told her over the phone--so that probably means he was assigned a new case today. He’ll be doing background research and formulating his crackpot theory then. It must be much more productive without her fighting him every step of the way.

Dr. Zaplosky finally gets her wand into place and points to the black-and-white image on the monitor. Scully and Missy, who sits off to the side, both watch intently. “So what we’re looking at here is the antral follicle count inside your ovaries,” the doctor explains. “Follicles contain the egg that gets released during ovulation, so essentially the higher the count, the more fertile you are.”

The image on the screen contains grey matter punctuated by a few dark circles. “Are the circles the follicles?” Scully asks, worry growing in her voice.

“Yes, ma’am.” Dr. Zapolsky repositions her wand and pulls the monitor toward her and Scully. “I have to be honest, this is an abnormal count for a thirty year old.” She taps a fingernail against each dark circle on the screen as she totals them up. “Five.” The word hangs in the air.

“That’s too low, isn’t it?” Scully says, posing it as a question though she already knows the answer.

“I’m afraid it is.” Dr. Zapolsky fiddles with the wand. “The average count for a woman in your age range is fifteen.”

While Dr. Zapolsky removes the wand, Missy watches her sister’s face. Blank. She bites her lip. Like twin telepathy, the emotion that Dana will refrain from letting out bubbles up inside her.

Scully takes her feet out of the stirrups, clutches her clothes in her lap. “How could this have happened?”

Dr. Zapolsky washes her hands. “Well, considering that you’ve had no irregularities in the past, it is unlikely that you’ve had a naturally low follicle count since birth. A number like that is very unusual, and the only women I’ve seen it in have had menstrual issues for years.”

“Is it something that could be…tampered with?” Scully swallows the lump in her throat away. The only thing worse than being a victim is the constant reminders of it.

“Again, unusual, but yes. I would suspect that an ova removal was performed.”

“You mean they harvested my eggs?” Scully’s voice has gone up an octave. She flirts with hysteria.

“Unfortunately so.”

“That’s horrendous,” Missy whispers, unable to stay quiet any longer.

“It seems that enough of the supply was removed to affect your hormone levels and stop ovulation altogether,” Dr. Zapolsky continues.

“So I’m menopausal then?” Scully digs her nails into her clothes. “Or at least premenopausal?”

“It’s still early, and it is possible that hormone replacement therapy could stimulate the follicle growth and perhaps promote fertility.”

“But my menstrual cycle is shut down, is that what you’re saying?” Scully presses. “If I didn’t do anything, I would enter menopause.”

“Most likely, Dana,” Dr. Zapolsky responds solemnly.

The back of Scully’s throat burns, threatening to unleash tears. “Well, I’d like to exhaust my options. I know early menopause can have detrimental health effects…”

“It can, and the hormone therapy would attempt to combat that.”

“And I would like to have the option of carrying a child, if possible.”

“Of course.”

Scully bites her lip and looks to her sister, whose eyes have filled with tears. She has to look away. Seeing Missy like that only breaks her even more.

“We’ll take care of you, Dana,” Dr. Zapolsky promises. “There are plenty of options, and I’ll provide you with information on them all.”

She musters a smile, nods. “Thank you Dr. Zapolsky.”

She does not feel thankful, not at all.

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“Nonconsensual ova removal, that’s got to be some kind of crime, doesn’t it?” Missy asks as the elevator deposits them in the hospital parking garage.

“Medical rape, I suppose,” Scully replies, her voice flat and dissociated. “I don’t know if it could be prosecuted.”

“It sure as hell better be prosecuted,” Missy fumes.

“Well, my case is still open, but it’s not exactly a top priority.”

“Weird, isn’t it?” Missy huffs. “You work on the X-files, are the victim of an open x-file, and yet it gets pushed aside.”

“It’s not Mulder’s fault,” Scully stammers, the words flying out of her faster than she can process them.

“I never said it was.”

“Skinner and the Bureau can’t afford to keep us on it. Any case that goes longer than six weeks, that’s what happens. Like Mulder’s sister--that case is still open too.”

“That case is twenty years old, Dana. You were abducted two months ago.”

Scully says nothing. Does Missy think that she hasn’t counted the days since her return, eagerly anticipating the moment the number of days she’s been back exceeds the number that she was gone? She hits the unlock button on her key fob, the car’s highlights directing her and Missy toward it in the shadowy parking garage.

Missy speed-walks to the driver’s side. Scully grimaces.

“It’s my car, Missy. I’m fine, I’ve got it.”

Missy doesn’t move. “I know, but I want to take you somewhere.”

Scully sighs, lets her sister slide into the driver’s seat. “Do I even want to ask?”

“Well, I would expect you to.”

Scully settles into the passenger’s side as her sister cranks the engine.”What are the chances that I’ve been there before?”

“Are there such things as negative percentages?” Missy quips.

“Well--”

Missy cuts her off right there. “For these purposes, there’s not.” She glances over her shoulder, backs out of the spot, and guides the car down the maze of parking garage levels. “I’m taking you to a friend of a friend of mine’s. She’s a clairvoyant.”

Scully smirks. “Is that so?”

“She does palmistry and tarot cards readings, plus she can contact spirits,” Missy replies.

“Oh, well now that I know she talks to dead people…”

“C’mon Dana, she could really help you. You don’t go to therapy, so this is the least you could do.”

Scully laughs. “You think a psychic is comparable to therapy?”

“A good one, yes. I mean, that’s what you need right now, isn’t it? Some clarity about your future?”

Scully rolls her eyes. “I could get as much clarity from a magic 8 ball.”

“Some psychics are scammers, sure, but not Holly. Holly is a trained professional.”

“You can read palms and tarot cards too. Why go to her?”

“Because she doesn’t know you. You wouldn’t believe a word I say, and there’ll be no bias in Holly’s assessment.”

Scully glances over at her sister. Missy takes this to mean that she’s entertaining the idea. “It’s not like you have anywhere else to be,” Missy reminds her.

“You do,” Scully counters.

“At five. We’ve still got three hours before then, darling,” Missy says with a mischievous smile.

Scully lets herself be swept away. Holding tightly to the reins has done her no good.

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A few minutes later, Scully finds herself in a house in the Virginia suburbs that looks permanently decorated for Halloween, on the inside at least. A bell rings as they enter the front door, the only indication that this is a shop formerly zoned in a residential area and not where someone lives. It is the exact cliche Scully would expect from a psychic's place, and it makes her feel no better about Missy’s insistence that the woman is a professional.

A woman with braided hair and long black nails emerges through a beaded curtain.

“Melissa! How nice to see you.” She and Missy trade kisses on the cheek like they’re in Europe. “And who do we have here?” the woman asks, casting a curious eye toward Scully.

“Holly, this is my sister Dana. She’s here for a reading.”

“Oh, how wonderful!” The woman approaches Scully and holds out her hands. Reluctantly, Scully grasps them. “You have a very fraught energy, Dana,” the woman says, the edges of her lips turning down. “I’d be interested in doing a tarot reading with you.”

Still holding the woman’s hands, Scully answers, “You can do what you want, but I can’t say that I’ll believe you.”

The woman lets go of Scully’s hands. “That’s okay. Just because you don’t believe it doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

Scully throws her sister a sideways glance. Missy smirks. It is rare for her sister to get so effortlessly shut down.

They make their way to a candlelit back room, and Scully is certain she must have walked onto the set of a bad movie. She keeps this thought to herself as Holly seats her at a cloth-covered table. Holly takes her place across from Scully and pulls a deck of cards from a shelf under the table. Missy sits at the table’s edge with a perfect view of both of them.

“I take it this is your first time getting a reading?” Holly asks as she shuffles the cards. Scully is impressed that she can do it with such long fingernails. She nods.

“Great, I always enjoy newcomers. I would like to do one of the most comprehensive readings with you, Dana. It’s called a Celtic Cross spread. Ten cards. What do you think, Melissa?”

“That’s exactly what I was going to suggest.”

“Perfect. Now normally, Dana, we use a question, chosen by you, to guide the process. However, the Celtic Cross is a spread that encompasses many areas of life, so it doesn’t require one.”

“Alright.” Scully doesn’t care what this woman does as long as Missy pays for it.

“You’ll draw ten cards, then I’ll place them down, flip them, tell you what each position means, and interpret each card. Finally, I’ll interpret the spread altogether.”

“Lovely.” She can’t help but throw some sarcastic bite in. This sounds like a rigorous process.

The deck shuffled, Holly fans the cards out and holds the display toward Scully. “Go ahead, pick one at a time and I will lay them out.”

She does as told--one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten-- until they are laid out in front of her in the shape of a roughly constructed cross.

“Wonderful.” Holly lays her own palms against the table. “Now, I’ll flip each one and tell you about them. Are you ready?” Holly looks up at Scully with piercing brown eyes. They remind her of Mulder’s when he’s frustrated.

“Yes ma’am,” she says, feeling suddenly submissive.

“Let’s begin with the present card, which reflects your current situation.” Holly turns the card, revealing a sketch of a burning building. The sudden desire to flee grips Scully, but she stays put. “The tower,” Holly says. “There has been an abrupt change in your life recently, one that you might call a disaster. You are scared, certainly, but you don’t need to be. Change is necessary when the foundation of what you believe has proved faulty. It is a survival mechanism.”

Scully stares at the card. What would she do if she were stuck in a skyscraper on fire? Jump. And panic the whole way down.

“Next card, please,” she mumbles.

“Alright.” Holly flips the second card, an upside down triangle. Scully hears Missy lick her lips.

“This is the three of pentacles reversed,” Holly explains. “This second spot represents the main challenge you are currently facing. We normally perceive a triangle as well-balanced and in synergy. The upside-down triangle means that you are dealing with a lack of teamwork. A power struggle in the work environment, perhaps? One that is keeping you from becoming your most enlightened self.”

Scully shakes her head. “If anyone’s keeping me from becoming my ‘most enlightened self’”--she puts air-quotes around that phrase--”it’s me.”

Holly continues. “The version of yourself that you feel like you have to be around that person is what’s holding you back. Work on expressing your truest self. If that person cares about you, they will accept it.”

Scully looks toward her sister, who might as well have a bucket of popcorn and some Junior Mints with how much she’s enjoying this. Missy winks, and Scully rolls her eyes and focuses back on Holly. “What’s the next card?” she asks with some apprehension.

“The third card represents the past.” Holly flips it, and Scully finds herself looking at an upside down goblet with a bird on top of it. “The ace of cups,” Holly remarks. “Reversed. You are coming out of a period of loss, emptiness, instability. The water was running out of your cup, so to speak. You’ve gotten used to pain and emotional exhaustion, maybe too used to it. Now you must lift yourself out of that dark place and step into the light. Leave the past in the past.”

Scully crosses her arms over her chest. Missy led her right into the belly of the faux motivational beast. This is worse than therapy, too belittling and sentimental.

“And the next card?” she asks, impatience building inside her.

“Card four, the future.” A balanced scale adorns the card. “Justice! The truth will come to pass. Whatever has happened, the offender will be held accountable, and the victim will breathe easy again.”

“That’s one of my favorite cards,” Missy pipes up.

Holly nods. “Who doesn’t love to see justice served?”

“Mmm,” Scully mumbles, not interested in furthering the conversation. She shifts in her seat. “What’s card five?”

“Card five is the conscious card. It represents the goals and desires that drive you.” She flips the fifth card. A woman with a sword stares back at them. “Queen of swords,” Holly remarks. “She makes principled, logical decisions, never letting herself be guided by her heart. Is it possible that you have embraced this as an ideal, molding yourself to fit this archetype?”

This is a rhetorical question--or at least she hopes it is--because Scully is not planning to answer it. “Insightful,” she snickers.

“Then we have card six, which represents the unconscious desires that are driving you. These are the values that you might not even understand yet, but which are most fervently directing you toward your goal.”

“Am I allowed to flip it myself?” Scully asks. “Or does that ruin it?”

“You pick them, I flip them,” Holly replies. “It maintains the balance. I appreciate your enthusiasm, though.”

Scully chuckles. For a psychic, Holly sure is reading her wrong.

Holly reveals the sixth card, ten cups in a circle. “The ten of cups. A beloved card. It indicates true emotional fulfillment. The feeling of having it all; harmony, peace, happiness. This is what you are unconsciously in pursuit of.”

“Isn’t everyone?” Scully interjects.

“Most people think they are, but very few actually are.”

Scully decides not to read into this. She’s expecting a full card-by-card breakdown from Melissa later anyway, so it’s best to expend as little brain power on this child’s play as possible.

“Card seven,” Holly continues, “indicates the influence of your perception of yourself on your life and advises how to move forward.”

Scully nods and watches as the woman flips a card with one less cup than before, all upside down. “Oh, the nine of cups reversed! This is often associated with dissatisfaction of some sort. Your life may look perfect, but it is still lacking. You have what you thought you wanted, yet it is not entirely what you want.” Holly locks eyes with Scully, who feels like a hostage at this point. “In times of discontent, it’s best to identify the parts of your life that are failing to fulfill you. Disregard the expectations of others, and listen to what your soul is saying.”

Scully purses her lips. Something inside her stirs, taps on some long-forgotten childhood impulse, makes her want to cry. She will not. She will not.

“And what’s the next card?” she asks, her voice gravelly.

“External influences. The energies around you that impact your energy.”

“Huh.” Scully blinks. “I thought this was an internal assessment.”

“It is,” Missy replies before Holly can get to it. “What shapes you more than the people you spend time with?” She sends a smirk her sister’s way.

“Ah,” Scully replies, directing her attention back toward Holly before Missy can cause any more trouble.

Holly flips the eighth card, revealing a man holding a staff high in the air. “The king of wands. A motivating energy. Someone who is a bit of a visionary, a natural born leader who follows through and carries out their goals. For someone who is more restrained, the king of wands can really get them out of their comfort zone.”

Scully nods, not able to debate this one.

Holly takes a breath. “And the ninth card, perhaps the most telling one. It is an analysis of both hopes and fears, reflecting how what you most fear may be exactly what you need, or vice versa.” Holly flips the card, and Scully is face to face with a skull and crossbones. She laughs--regrettably--out loud. “Death?”

“Yes, this is the death card,” Holly remarks. “But don’t be scared, it doesn’t mean literal death. It represents rebirth and renewal, actually. A metamorphosis is upon you, and you have the opportunity to change your life for the better.”

“And I fear that?” Always the skeptic, she is.

“You fear the unknown that comes with change. You mistakenly believe that change only yields bad outcomes, when your life has proven that to be false multiple times.”

Scully bites her lip, annoyed by the audacity of this woman to assume that she ‘knows’ her because of some cards. “And the final card…?”

“Yes. Card number ten is the outcome. A summary of your situation and its likely resolution.” Holly turns the final card, a divinely dressed woman on a throne. “The empress,” she says. “A wonderful card for you.”

Scully furrows her brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the empress is an expression of feminine nature. It’s deeply associated with fertility and nurturing.”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“Well, you have a little girl, don’t you?” Holly says confidently, as if she had heard it from Missy.

“No.” Scully shakes her head. “I have no children. I can’t have children.”

“Oh.” Holly dodges Scully’s glance. “Well, you would make a great mother, Dana.”

“You don’t even know me,” Scully practically growls. “You just know the stupid cards.”

Scully’s chair howls as she pushes away from the table. She disappears through the beaded curtain before Missy has even gotten up.

“I’m sorry about her, Holly,” Missy murmurs. “She’s going through a very sensitive time. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pay it forward, treat your sister to something that will make her feel better.”

“Are you sure? You did a wonderful job, you deserve compensation for your time.”

“Spend it on your sister,” Holly emphasizes. “She needs it more than me.”

Missy pats Holly on the shoulder. “Thank you. I will stop by again soon, I promise.”

Holly smiles, nods. “Goodbye, Melissa. And say thank you to Dana for me.”

The bell pings behind Missy as she exits the shop. Outside, her sister’s in the driver’s seat with the engine already running. Missy slides into the passenger’s seat.

“Quite a performance there,” Missy teases. “You missed your standing ovation.”

Scully grips the steering wheel with perfect 9-and-3 positioning even though they are still in park. “I want to go home, not be lectured by some woman who uses a game to say the same generic crap to everyone.”

“But it didn’t feel generic, did it?” Missy probes her sister’s face. “You connected with much of what she said.”

“And I’m sure you did too, because it’s just universal truths of humanity served in bite-size portions. Vague enough that you can connect them to your life and feel like some incredible spiritual reading is taking place.”

Missy raises a brow. “Are you this difficult with Mulder?” It comes off harsher than intended. Scully’s gaze drops to her lap, her psyche pierced.

“I guess you’d have to ask Mulder, wouldn’t you?” she responds coolly, shifting the car into reverse and cutting off any further conversation.

If her sister--the one person she feels most willing to be herself with--thinks she is difficult, then how must everyone else view her? Especially Mulder, who is only trying to grow out of his trauma. He must hate her for making it so hard, and for what? So she can have the satisfaction of being right? Truly, what would she lose if aliens knocked on Mulder’s door this very day?...Her pride? She cannot bear to think about it any longer, how her partner must hate her and yet has been so good to her. How she deserves none of it.

[multiplefandomfics]

Change for the better

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC!Amelia

Warnings: cheating, angst, smut, swearing, sub/dom undertones, sir kink, size kink, unprotected sex

Words: 2169

Moving to London hadn’t been easy. Leaving friends, family and everything that had been familiar behind to start fresh. But it had been necessary. 

Let’s start a few weeks earlier, shall we?

“Darling? I’m home. I made it earlier than I thought. The surgery fell flat. Patient died before I could cut him open. Such a shame. Would have been a really cool surgery.” Amelia called through the two story townhouse. 

“Jake? Where are you?” she followed the music to the bedroom door and pushed it open. She stepped inside and heard giggling and laughter from the en suite bathroom. In that moment she knew exactly what was going on. Still she wanted to confirm it so she opened the halfway open bathroom door fully and there they were. Her fiance Jake and Amelia’s favorite scrub nurse Olive in the bathtub together. 

“Are you fucking serious? I work 15 hours everyday to finance your lazy ass and that’s how you thank me? Screwing my OR nurse? You are unbelievable, asshole!! I’m done with this- with us! I’m leaving.” she yelled furiously. She grabbed most of her clothes and other things, threw them in suitcases and duffel bags and crammed them into her car. 

“Baby wait!” Jake had stumbled out of the house behind her. “I’m sorry this was a one time thing. I love you. We are getting married in 6 weeks. Surly you don’t want to blow that off.” he tried to convince her.

“You think I still want to marry you after you fucked that little whore in my house? And that’s what it is by the way. MY house. I want you out by the end of the week you can leave the keys on the kitchen table. I never want to see you again. Goodbye Jake.” and with those words she had gotten into her car and left him standing there in his bathrobe.

She was seeing red and did not have a goal to reach. She did not want to see her parents because her mother was an arrogant bitch who only thought about what the neighbors would think about her breaking off the engagement. Her mother would probably make her marry the cheating bastard anyways. 

So she kept on driving. 16 hours and a ferry boat ride later and she arrived totally exhausted in London. She always wanted to see the town again and now was the time. 

She had found a hotel where she could park her car in a garage and went to check in. 

“Good morning. I’d like to check in please.” Amelia asked, friendly.

“Good morning. Of course. Do you have a reservation?” the desk clerk smiled broadly.

“No, unfortunately not. I came here spontaneously. Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all Miss. I just need your ID or Passport and Credit Card to check you in.” she kept on smiling so sickly sweet.

“Alright, sure. Here you go.” she handed her cards over. 

20 minutes later she had her car parked inside the garage, her stuff in her room and was face planting the bed. She fell asleep almost instantly.

When she woke up the sun was almost setting but she felt rested and decided to find a bar or pub to drink and maybe get laid.

She took a shower did her hair and make up and put on the hottest dress she could find before asking the desk clerk in the lobby for the closest and coolest bar around. 

Turned out that that pub was exactly 200 metres away from the hotel and was already relatively crowded at 9pm. 

Amelia found a stool at the bar top and got the attention of the bartender. 

“Hi what can I get you?” she asked.

“What can you recommend for a woman who has been cheated on by her fiance in her own house with her favorite co worker?” she sighed.

“Wow that sounds like a story I’d like to hear completely. You know what? I’m gonna mix you something and you spill your guts. You will feel much better afterwards, I promise you.” she had already grabbed a tall glass and was pouring various kinds of alcohol inside. 

The night progressed like that. Melissa, that was the bartender's name, handed her drink after drink but slipped a few shots of water in between once in a while. Which Amelia was too drunk to notice. They talked for hours. 

At around midnight someone sat down next to Amelia and ordered whiskey. Amelia had already sobered up a little and recognized the voice instantly. 

Her head snapped to the left and indeed there he sat- Superman- The Witcher himself: Henry Cavill.

“Holy crap, you’re Henry Cavill!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“Yes I am. Nice to meet you.” he smiled warmly. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I am Amelia and yes you can.” she turned her body now fully toward him. 

“You seem upset. Care to tell me?” he suddenly asked after chugging his drink.

“I have told this story already today. Melissa would you be so kind as to tell Mr. Cavill my shitty last 24 hours?” she almost begged the bartender.

“Of course my dear.” Melissa winked. 

“Well, long story short:her  fiance was an ass and cheated on her with a coworker in her own house. She left instantly and drove 16 hours straight through and came to London.” Then she walked over to another customer on the other side of the bar.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s a riddle to me how someone can cheat on a woman as beautiful and obviously intelligent as you. Such a shame. But maybe luck for me?” he winked and seemed very sure of himself. 

“I didn’t pick you out to be such a flirt. But I like it.” Amelia had nothing to lose. For the first time in ages she felt free and if that ended in her getting to sleep with the really hot actor which is Henry Cavill she would definitely go for it. 

They talked about this and that and by the time last call came around she knew so much more about Henry than magazines and the internet could have ever told her. 

“I’m sorry to break this up guys but you will have to leave now. It’s 6am and we are about to close.” Melissa came around the bar.

“Alright Mel, see you tomorrow maybe.” Henry said and tipped her generously.

Henry and Amelia walked through the streets. “You want some coffee? Sober up a bit more? Keep talking? I really enjoy talking with you.” he finished.

“Yes sure. You know a place not too far which is open?” Amelia smiled at him.

“Of course. It is 6am in London. I know the perfect Deli for breakfast and coffee. Let’s go.” he grabbed her hand and pulled her over the street and towards a brightly lit Deli. 

They both got inside, ordered coffee and sandwiches and sat down in the almost completely empty Diner. 

“These are really good.” Amelia pointed to her sub.

“I know, that’s why I like coming here after a night out.” he agreed.

Then Amelia’s phone rang. She took it out of her jacket pocket and groaned. 

“It’s him isn’t it?” he asked and she nodded annoyed. “Here, give me that phone. I’ll talk to him. He will leave you alone after this.” he smiled and she again had nothing to lose. 

“Hello. Amelia’s phone. She cannot come to the phone right now. She is very busy right now. Who I am. That is none of your business anymore. As far as I know, you cheated on her and she left you. So now she is free and can do whatever with whoever she wants. Goodbye douchebag and never call this number again. Oh yes, I am supposed to remind you that you have a week to move out.” with that he hung up and Amelia couldn’t stop herself from laughing so loudly other customers were starting to look.

“Thank you Henry. That was epic. But I think I’m still going to block him on all channels so he keeps away from me. And I wanted to marry that son of a bitch. How unbelievably stupid of me.” she buried her head in her hands. Suddenly her mood had changed dramatically.

“Hey.” he laid his hand on her cheek and forced her to look at him.

“Hey.” he repeated himself. “It is not your fault that he is a cheating bastard. You were working hard to support his ass and he did not appreciate that.”

“But maybe I should have taken more time with him. Maybe then he would not have cheated…” 

“Stop it! It is not your fault. It is exclusively his. Stop thinking about it. You dodged a bullet, beautiful.” 

“You are right. I should be grateful that he is gone.” she looked into his beautiful eyes and kissed him. She just jumped into cold water. 

“My hotel isn’t far. Wanna go?” she whispered against his lips. He nodded energetically. 

The walk there was quick. Only a few 100 metres stumbling, kissing over the sidewalk. 

“Which floor?” out of breath after the elevator doors had closed. 

“8th.”she mumbled. 

He grabbed the key card out of her hand and unlocked the door. 

She stumbled inside before him and he caught her before she could fall, carrying her to the bed. 

“Strip for me darling.” he demanded.

“Yes, sir!” she saluted at him 

“I like the sound of that.” he smirked naughtily.

She stripped obediently and waited for him to remove his clothes as well. But he didn’t budge. 

“Get on your knees!” he commanded. There was a quiet understanding between them. The question whether she was okay with this or not was only asked by his eyes and she obediently dropped to her knees. So he continued with opening his pants and pulling out his dick. “Now open up sweetheart and don’t you dare touch yourself.” his voice was stern but he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Amelia opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. He grabbed her hair into a ponytail and slowly pushed his length into her mouth and down her throat. She had to work hard to suppress her gag reflex. “Shit, babe. Fuck you’re a natural.” he groaned. It was music to her ears. She took him deep and stroked what couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands. Bobbing her head up and down. Sometimes her throat constricted around his girth when she had to swallow which made him let out the most amazing noises.

Suddenly he pulled her off of her. “Stop! I don’t want it to end too soon.”

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. “You are amazing. Now on the bed with you. On your back. Legs spread wide. I need some space.” he winked and again she obeyed.

She was so excited. Her juices were flowing freely down her thighs and ass cheeks. 

He kneeled between her legs and swiped his dick head through her folds. Catching on her clit ever so often. “Oh shit Henry. Please don’t tease me.” he smirked. “Beg for it then. Tell me what you want.” 

“Please, sir I need you so bad. I’m so wet for you, only for you. I need to feel you.” Before she could say anymore he lost his last bit of composure and pushed inside her.

“Damn! Holy- Fuck. So deep.” she moaned. His thrusts were hard and slow giving her the right amount of pain and pleasure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she neared her end. She clawed her nails into his shoulders and was only able to moan a mixture of his name and curses. “Cum for me darling!” he whispered into her ear kissing down her neck and that was all it took for her to let go. Then he lost it too. 

When he had caught his breath he rolled off of her. “That was great!” she panted. 

“Yes, it was. We definitely need to do this again. Did I hurt you?” he suddenly asked concerned.

“Only in the best way possible. That was really hot.” 

That is essentially the story of how Amelia moved to London. She wanted to be close to her new future. She never heard from Jake again and after Henry had talked to him on the phone he had moved out really quickly. So Amelia could sell her house and get a position at a hospital in Britain's capital city. Even her mother shut up about the broken up engagement after Amelia had told her who her new boyfriend was. 

In the end, Amelia finding out about her stupid idiot of an ex-fiance cheating on her, was the best thing that could have happened to her. 

[supraveng]

Agent of Shield - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Well, I’m finished with the recordings, and saved the transcripts but nothing really stood out as helpful, sorry” you state as you look up at Steve.  He looks up from his papers and give you a reassuring smile “Thank you, there may be something in there that is helpful, but that is what Sam’s here for” he replies as he pats Sam on the back.   “Do you need a lift home? I feel bad for dragging you into work again and ruining your entire weekend.”   “Don’t be silly, nothings ruined and the weather is beautiful outside.   I’m glad I could help” you respond with a smile.  “Are you always this cheery?” Sam questioned as you started to get up from the table.  You looked at him grinning “Why wouldn’t I be?  I live in the best city in the world, have a job I love, and I got to hang out with the coolest Avengers this weekend. Life is good!”  “Well, you are a breath of fresh air around here, that’s for sure! It was a pleasure meeting you today and I hope I see you around again soon” Sam responded.  “That would be nice, have a great day” you waved as you headed out of the conference room.  

Steve squinted at Sam in confusion “are you hitting on her?” “Yes Cap, I was flirting with her.   I’m surprised you picked up on it, didn’t think you knew what flirting was” Sam replied with a smirk.  “Come on Sam, you can’t flirt with her” Steve grumbled.   “Sam can’t flirt with who?” Tony asks as he enters the conference room with a tray of bagels.  “Y/N Miller, she was just here and she is something else” Sam explains as Steve turns to grab a bagel.  “I think the correct word for her is beautiful, birdbrain, and she is way out of your league.  And why wasn’t I notified when she got here?  I wanted to test her actual translating abilities against FRIDAY” he replied with a smirk.  “Well, she left a few minutes ago, but I did enjoy watching her go” Sam said as he wiggled his eyebrows.  Steve rolled his eyes “how about you review her transcripts and find us some information on Demetri Makarov or where he’s going to be on the 20th.   We still have a lot of work to do.”  Tony chuckled and began going through the transcripts “hopefully we can convince Fury to let her join us on the mission, you know, to help with translations.”  “Come on Tony” Steve groaned “you are really willing to put that girl in harms way just so you can flirt with her?”  Tony gasped faking offense “First of all, I haven’t had the chance to even begin to turn on the Stark charm. Second, she’s a SHIELD agent, not some mousy librarian, although she would look hot in some glasses and her hair pulled up.” “Tony!” “Sorry, got a little sidetracked.  And third, that is no girl, that is a real woman.  Fury knows what she is capable of, so I will run it by him if we feel the need to have her with us on the mission”

You made your way home and hopped in the shower.  Today wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been, but who were you kidding, they weren’t thinking of you as anything other than the translator.  You were a SHIELD agent, but never assisted with missions. Languages were your specialty and it didn’t make any sense for you to be needed in the field, but you still had your regular training requirements to fulfill and tomorrow was hand to hand combat and the gun range.   The gun range wasn’t a problem, your dad had you comfortable around them since you were small.   Combat was a whole different ball game.   You were raised to know how to defend yourself, sparing with a colleague always made you uncomfortable.  You never felt right trying to harm people you trusted and respected.  You preferred the punching bag, but since it didn’t punch back it was not helpful for preparing for missions.  Knowing what was expected of you tomorrow, you decided to make sure your less embarrassing workout gear was clean and packed in your bag to grab in the morning on your way to work.  After your shower you called your dad to check in and reassure him you were still alive and that you were heading to the shelter to see if you could find a running buddy.  

Walking into the shelter, you were greeted by Melissa.  You knew her by name now that you came by regularly trying to find the perfect companion. She greeted you with a huge smile and was a bit more energetic that usual.  “I am so glad you came in this weekend.  We have someone you need to meet, come on, he’s back her!” She said as he headed towards the kennels in the back.  She stopped at the first kennel and turned to look at you “This is Tobias, he’s only around a year old and just arrived on Wednesday, is in excellent health and he LOVES to run!”  You looked down at the sweet face smiling up at you and almost started crying.   He was adorable with big brown eyes and seemed to be waiting for you to greet him.  “Hi Tobias, aren’t you just the cutest thing.  Oh my gosh, he’s beautiful!” at that he jumped up with his front paws on your hips and began sniffing every inch of you.  Turning to Melissa “what do I have to do to take him home?”  “I’m so glad you like him, come this way, a few papers to fill out and he can go home with you today!” she responded gleefully.   “Well Toby, let’s go home buddy”

 The walk home with Toby was fun, he was like a kid in a candy shop.  No longer cooped up in a cage and wanting to sniff and pee on everything he could find.  You made your way to the closest pet store to grab some much needed supplies before heading home.  Tobias was exhausted by the time you got to your apartment, but even showing him his new bed, he followed you around the every where until you settled on the couch with your phone and a beer.   You snapped a pic of your new bestie and shot a text to your dad.  

Y/N:  Hi Colonel!  Meet your granddog, Tobias Miller!

Monday morning rolled around a lot sooner than you hoped with Toby snuggled next to you it was hard to leave your warm bed.  Getting up you slowly stroked his back and called his name.   “Ready for a run buddy”.  His ears perked up and he stretched before jumping out of bed and heading to the door. Giggling you changed your clothes and made your way to the kitchen for coffee and a muffin before grabbing his leash and out the door.  A short walk and you were at the Central Park entrance, you leaned down to Toby, scratching his ear while stretching your ham strings.  “Alright buddy, show me what you got!”   We both took on in a light jog and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happy dog. He stayed right next to me, but I could tell he could probably lap a greyhound if he was given the chance.  You got back to your apartment after a good 45 minutes and Toby looked even happier to be slowing down.  You gave him his breakfast before heading to the shower.  Twenty minutes later you were drying your hair and trying to decide what to wear to the office.  You fixed your travel cup of coffee before kissing Toby goodbye and grabbing your duffle bag and out the door.  Having him in your normal morning routine took more time than usual so you hailed a cab and headed to SHIELD office.  

You arrived at your desk to see Maria Hill sitting behind your computer, twiddling her thumbs and snooping through your photos and knickknacks on your desk.  “And to what do I owe this honor darling Maria?” you said as you approached.  “Good morning, I could tell you, but first I need to know who the hottie is in this picture with you” she responded pointing to your vacation picture on your desk.  You laughed and rolled your eyes “That is Jacob, my gay brother.”  Pointing to the next picture “but that is Joshua, the straight brother.” “Wait, I thought that was the same guy” she looked up then closer to the pictures.  “They are twins and Joshua is single, he’s in the Navy, I can introduce you the next time he comes through town.   Maybe fleet week?” you smile and wiggle your eyebrows. “You know I like a man in uniform, but we can talk more about that later.  You are with me today for today, apparently Fury wants to make sure you don’t try to skip out”  she states with a deadpan look.  “Ok, that happened one, maybe two times.  I don’t need a babysitter, but since I never see you, I would love to kick your ass” you say with as much glee as possible.  “Good, because we are using the Avengers training area today” she responds as she stands up and you follow her out of the room.

You make your way to Stark Tower and get waived in by security.   You are headed to the elevator bays when you see Tony Stark approaching you.  He smiles at you and then lowers his glasses “schön dich wieder zu sehen”.   You smile and respond ” Es ist immer eine Freude, in Ihrer Firma zu sein.”   He grabs and kisses the back of your hand “tout le plaisir est pour moi.”   “vous êtes en fait plus charmant que je ne le pensais” you respond with a slight blush.  Maria clears her throat and you both break eye contact and glance at her.  “I have no idea what either of you said but we are running a little late” she states and turns towards the elevators.  “Nu te voi păstra” he responds releasing your hand.  “ne vedem mai tarziu” you say as you wave goodbye. You enter the elevator behind Maria and she stares at you wide eyed, you smile and shrug.   Maybe you can redeem yourself.

You make your way to the lockers and change into your workout gear, completely boring workout gear with absolutely no writing across your ass or chest.  You emerge to find Maria waiting for you and follow her into the gym, “you want to start on cardio?  Treadmill or elliptical?”  “Do I have to?” I whine. “I already ran 8 miles this morning and I can’t stand treadmills, it makes me feel like a hamster on a wheel.”  “Agent Miller, nice of you to finally join us.  And did I hear you only did 8 miles this morning?  Isn’t 10 your daily minimum?” You turn to see Nick Fury standing with his arms folded over his chest as he’s questioning your morning routine. You smirk at him as you approach “it’s a bit creepy that you keep track of my daily routine.  You do that for all your agents or just your favorite?” you ask with a big smile.  He glares down at you unamused as you start to notice several Avengers in the room slowing their tasks to listen to your interaction.  You step closer wanting to push every button to get him to crack “well, my usual run was cut a bit short this morning.  I had a new friend running with me and I didn’t want to push him to hard on our first run together, if you must know.”  “A new friend?” he questions.  “Yes, we met yesterday and he will be keeping me company on my morning runs.”  He nods at you knowingly and winks so that no one else in the room can see.  “Well then, you are all warmed up and ready to spare.  Get to it agent” he states before walking out of the room.  A take a breath and look at Maria “Ok, so where do you want to start?”

 German translation: schön dich wieder zu sehen – lovely to see you again

Es ist immer eine Freude, in Ihrer Firma zu sein – it’s always a pleasure to be in your company

French translation: tout le plaisir est pour moi – the pleasure is all mine

vous êtes en fait plus charmant que je ne le pensais – you are actually more charming than I thought

Romanian translation: Nu te voi păstra – I won’t keep you

ne vedem mai tarziu – See you later

@farfromjustordinary​ @ilovesupersoldiers​

[mariamermaid]

Ghost

Billy Hargrove X female Reader

Summary:  Hawkins most popular bad boy and bad girl always had a special connection, and with the upcoming summer holidays things are about to change…

Words: 5k+

Warning: Swearing, Smoking, drinking

A/N: Inspired by Halsey´s Ghost

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I’m searching for something that I can’t reach

 You remained seated on the motorcycle, the helmet waiting in front of you. The cigarette still hung loosely from the corners of your mouth, the red stains from lipstick fading with each puff you took. You hated Mr. Wesley for the fact that he had given you detention on the very last day before the summer holidays. He never liked you anyways.

But now it was finally over, even though the hours had stretched for what seemed eternity, the dread was finally over and nothing could stop you from the holidays.

But then you heard the howl of a car, approaching you from the side. You recognized the motor sound and didn´t even bother to take your eyes off the school building.

“What are you doing here, Y/l/n?”

“Billy”, you breathed exhausted. For several seconds you thought about giving him some snarky comment back, but you were too tired to put up with his bullshit.

“Wesley had given me detention.” You explained, finally tearing off your eyes the building to look at Billy, who was sitting in his blue Camaro. He was smoking as well, but you just finished yours and threw it away.

He huffed. “Detention? The old cunt Turner did the same with me.”

It was your turn to let out a rough laugh, then you eyed him again. He had been watching you in the meantime, just to avoid the eye contact now.

“There´s a party at Cathy´s today, you coming?” He then asked after a short silence.

Billy and you didn´t talk much, when you did, you mostly just threw comments at each other and argued. You both had a reputation to sell and especially after he had moved here, you had often battled for the titles. But after a few months, you had given in, deciding to share your territory with him. You barely actually talked to each other, it made sense you didn´t know much about him. But somehow you had gone from previous enemies to allies.

“Cathy that bitch? She´ll love to see me there!” You added with a grin. Billy nodded smiling as well.

“Right, didn´t you almost break her nose?”

“Didn´t she call you a fucking dick the other day after not wanting to go on a second date?”

You both laughed and you felt a certain weight being pulled of your shoulders. The sun didn´t stand that high anymore, the temperature dropping to a still warm but endurable level. There were no clouds, the sky was perfectly blue and birds chirped in the trees around the school.

“You got any plans for the holidays?” Billy shook his head.

“Nah, not really. Mostly starting to work as a lifeguard.” You huffed again, pulling the helmet finally closer to your body. “How fitting, you checking out girls all day and even getting paid for it.”

“Well, will you come by?”

“You wish, Hargrove. I´m not a pool person.”  He chuckled lowly, while you rolled your eyes.

“Don´t tell me you don´t have a nice bathing suit for that ass of yours.”

You shrugged innocently. “I don´t, prefer to go without one at all.” You watched Billy swallow; his eyes fixed on you. “But a public swimming bath is not the place for that.” You continued smiling devilish. Then you finally pushed down the sunglasses from your head, giving him one last glance.

“Especially not with you there.”

After you put on the helmet and started the bike, you took off but still heard how he screamed after you.

“You coming to the party or not?!”

You were already too far and the machine too loud, instead you showed him the middle finger, knowing well how he hated it when you provoked him. In the mirror you could see that Billy first licked his lips, then scratched his jaw, before leaving the parking lot as well.

I don’t like them innocent, I don’t want no face fresh

Want them wearing leather, begging, let me be your taste test

 You did indeed come to the party, which was already in full swing. You arrived late, not having planned to come any earlier. It was just past midnight and at least 90 percent of the people were already drunk. Luckily, the warm weather still lasted and the ripped shorts you wore were enough for the night. As always you were accompanied by your leather jacket, but you had left the bike at home. You already knew you would be drinking. Cathy stood in the front yard, flirting with a football player but when she caught an eye of you, she angrily approached.

“What are you…” You didn´t give her a chance of talking and instead, you took the cup in her hands. She almost flinched at your touch, that bloody nose of hers was a good warning.

“Heard there was a party”, you added simply and continued to walk through the garden where the most people had gathered. With a quick look into the house you saw that snacks and drinks were inside, and two couples heavily making out. In the backyard was a bonfire, a table where beer pong was played and two large speakers echoing with music.

Somebody almost ran into you, until you recognized the girl.

“Hey Nancy!” You greeted her, she smiled awkwardly, the boy holding her hand was Jonathan Byers.

“Already leaving?” You grinned and she further blushed. Nancy and you had known each other for ages, you had played together in kindergarten and when Steve was being a dick to her, you had her back. As much of a reputation you had, you never depended on images and when eyeing the two, you thought they were a cute couple.

“Yeah”, she stuttered and now Jonathan also blushed. You patted her shoulder, offering them a genuine smile. “Then have fun.”

You further chatted with various people in the crowd until the loud screams interrupted your current conversation. Together with your friend, Craig, you approached the newly formed group.

It was mostly boys, they all had gathered around one certain dirty blonde-haired boy, who just had finished jugging a beer keg. He didn´t drown the last slug and spitted it around. The group around him cheered and some even applauded; they acted like animals. While turning to shower his success Billy´s eyes landed on you, his dark orbs were dilated and hunger laid in the deep blue.

Just then you drowned your cup as well.

He grinned and strolled over to you. By his walk he was already full and when he patted Craig on the chest, you couldn´t help but roll your eyes.

“Craig, my dear friend, would you be a darling and give us some space.” Billy didn´t wait for him to protest and practically pushed him away. Craig watched you cautiously, but you shook your head, telling him that it was fine. Craig was one of the best baseball players in Hawkins and you knew he was working hard towards a scholarship, which was also why he neither drank or smoked.

Billy casually slipped his arm around your shoulder, he smelled like smoke, beer and his discernible perfume, he always wore. But you shook off his arm.

“Y/n, didn´t think you would come?”

“Didn´t want to be missing out on seeing you drunk idiot.”

He acted offended, until realizing that you weren´t drunk. He grabbed your arm again, this time harder to make sure you wouldn’t slip away again, but not in a hurting way. “C´mon we´re getting you something to drink.”

He lead you inside the house, on the couch was still the couple making out, the other one in the kitchen left at the side of Billy Hargrove, who gave them an annoyed glare.

He gave you another cup of cold punch and watched you take a sip.

“Oh, Y/n, I know you can do better.” You glared at him, a playful glare, then you drowned the cup. And another cup.

The next one you decided to take slower and Billy seemed to approve now, that he pulled you away again. You found yourself in the dark hallway, somehow already lost in the unknown house. In some inexplainable way, you didn´t mind though. Billy was still able to walk straight, well almost, but he spoke a little besotted.

“You didn´t tell me your plans for the summer, besides going skinny dipping without me, which is really a shame!”

You took out your cigarettes, knowing well that Cathy´s parents probably didn´t want to have smoking in the house. You offered him one as well, which he gladly took. While you packed them away again, Billy had pulled out his lighter and you leaned closer to catch the fire. You felt his eyes watching you closely, the small fire being one of the only light sources, your face getting illuminated.

When you looked up, you starred directly into his piercing eyes.

I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies

Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye

 Billy leaned closer and closer, his breathing bringing the flame out of rhythm. Luckily, you weren´t yet drunk, and you quickly yanked away. The sudden movement of yours created a small wisp of wind, which extinguished the flame. For a few seconds you only heard him breathing, you had leaned back at the wall until he moved to lean against the opposite wall as well. Then he used his lighter again for his own cigarette. His eyes only catching the light for seconds, sparkling.

“I got no plans.”

It was dark again, sometimes you saw the cigarette blaze when Billy took a puff. But you knew he was watching you, because so did you.

“No plans? No vacation with family?”

He didn´t see how you bit your lip, how you pressed your fingernails into your hand.

“No, my dad´s working abroad anyway.”

He immediately realized how you didn´t mention your mother, feeling sympathy, but not telling.

“So, you´re all alone all day long?”

“I got a cat.” He huffed.

“Maybe I should come and visit, we could have some fun.”

“You don´t even know, where I live.” It was true, Billy didn´t know where you lived, but he couldn´t admit that.

He wanted to ask you more, finding himself getting more and more interested in your personal life. He also felt surprisingly peaceful, he didn´t have to pretend around you.  

But your pleasant moment was again interrupted by someone.

Melissa Andrews, she sat next to you in Math and often helped you when you didn´t understand something, ran past you and stumbled into the bathroom to throw up.

You sighed and stubbed out the cigarette with your foot.

“Sorry, Bill.”

Then you joined her in the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You knew that it was better when nobody saw her in that state.

Melissa kneeled in front of the toilet, both of her hands grabbing the seat. You emptied your cup into the sink and filled it with water. Then you sat down at the rim of the bathtub, holding back Melissa´s hair. When she took a break to look up, you offered her the water.

“C´mon drink up, it´ll help I promise.”

She drowned the cup in one, then she faced the toilet again, bot not vomiting. You watched how her eyes lazily looked around, she must have felt pretty dizzy.

“Was…”, she tried, but it took a second try for her to finish the sentence.

“Was that Billy Hargrove with you in the hallway?”

You chuckled and filled the cup a second time.

“Yeah”, you answered nonchalantly, giving her the cup again. Melissa sipped, finally looking at you and not anymore the toilet, but still sitting on the bathroom floor. She started grinning.

“Oh, so the bad girl and bad boy are a thing now?” You shook your head, still smiling.

“Me and Billy? Hell no!”

She rolled her eyes. “Then why was he in here with you, talking, instead of outside with his boys or flirting with somebody?”

You knew she wasn´t wrong because her words made you think. It was your luck that Melissa had to throw up again and dropped the topic.

You waited for half an hour, until you were sure that Melissa was finished, at least for now. You then helped her stand up.

“Do you want me to get you home?” She nodded tired.

Her arm was linked with yours when you left the house and Craig quickly caught sight of you.

“Need help?”

You shook your head. “I think she´s fine for now, I´m going to walk her home, it´s only a few minutes.”

Melissa and you sometimes had studied together, you had been at her place a few times and it was not even five minutes away. When you reached the house, Melissa fumbled with the key until you unlocked the door. “Are your parents home?”, you asked whispering and she nodded.

You didn´t have to turn on the light, her room was the first door on the left and you managed to get her into bed and even take off her shoes. Then you quietly snuck out the house again, sighing relieved that her parents hadn´t noticed.

You wandered back to Cathy´s party, but the alcohol that had hit you previously,  had vanished again, as well as your party mood. You decided it was just the fact that you had spent half an hour in a bathroom, and it would come back again. Melissa´s words still spun in your head. Then why was he in there with you?

You shook your head and entered the backyard again, but when turning a corner, you saw Cathy pressed against the wall, her lips crashing against Billy´s.

You sighed and rolled your eyes; your good mood was now completely ruined. A bitter taste spread in your mouth and your stomach turned.

Leaving the party again and now final, you decided to walk back home. Why did it bother you so much that Billy and Cathy made out?

You say that you’re no good for me

‘Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve

And I swear I hate you when you leave

But I like it anyway

 You didn´t know that Billy had seen you in the window´s reflection and immediately sprinted after you. He silently swore to himself, then he grabbed his car keys and drove away from the house party, only to find you two streets away. Again, you recognized the car engine and continued walking, while he pulled down his window.

“Need a ride home?”

“No.” It was a lie; your house was in the woods and it would take you at least 45 minutes to get there by foot.

“C´mon Y/n, you could show me where you live?”, he was leaning down so he could watch you from his seat.

“You shouldn´t be driving, you´re drunk, Hargrove.”

“I also shouldn´t let a lady walk home alone, in the dark in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, you´re right. Somebody could kidnap me!”, you exclaimed, growing annoyed with him.

“For example, in a blue Camaro.” You added and Billy´s grin dropped. He quickly gathered himself again, ready for his next try, but you abruptly stopped walking, lowly growling.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Hargrove!” You screamed furiously, your fists clenching.

The motor stopped, in the background two houses turned on their lights, alarmed by the sudden screaming.

You shook your head, feeling how angry, hot tears started forming in your blurry eyes. You spun back around, not wanting to face Billy anymore longer. Then you quickly walked away, even though it took all your strength not to run.

 My ghost, where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost, where’d you go?

What happened to the soul that you used to be?

 ***

A week later, you found yourself feeling way better.

On the way home you had smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes, then you couldn´t fall asleep at three in the morning, had taken a shower, watched the sunrise, finally fell asleep and woke up hungover.

It was time to take care of yourself. 

You had almost completely stopped smoking and instead of going to any parties, you went to bed earlier. You had finished an entire book and were on your way to the second. Your house in the woods was right next to a small lake, surrounded by high firs. It was peaceful and quiet, exactly what you needed. You spent most of the time outside, either reading or swimming, while your cat often joined you. Your father wasn´t home as usually.

It had taken a few days to adjust and to forget that awful night that stuck to your memory like a disgusting piece of gum, but now you had almost forgotten about it.

So, while you sunbathed by the lake, you couldn´t anticipate what was happening in the very same time, not too far away from you.

With a loud thud and a following gray smoke escaping the hood of the blue Camaro, the car stopped.

Billy was stuck in the middle of nowhere, there wasn´t even an emergency phone nearby, and he couldn´t make out why the car had stopped. Annoyed he pushed back his locks and light another smoke. It was about then when he realized the gravel path leading into the woods. Maybe he could find a hut or even a house with a phone. He made his way through the forest until he reached a house. It took him by surprise, it wasn´t even a shack; it was an actual house. A good, expensive looking one, made out of light wood with a chimney and large windows.

He rang the bell, but nobody opened, he looked around, the garage was closed; what if nobody was home?

He still decided to take a closer look and walked around the building. The small, turquoise lake surprised him even further, but what surprised him the most, was the girl laying in the grass at the end of a gangplank.

You laid on your back, your cat, Maple, chilling on the dock, watching hopeful into the water for a fish. You wore sunglasses, the book next to you, you hadn´t heard the doorbell. Or Billy approaching.

“I see you do own some nice bathing suit.”

You jerked and sat up to find him staring at you from the small hill, where the house stood.

“Billy? Billy Hargrove?!” He chuckled and further approach, until he was only a few feet away. You suddenly felt a little exposed, you wore your favorite two-piece bathing suit, which actually looked really good, yet you felt uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?”

“Believe it or not, it´s pure coincidence.”

“Oh really?”, you asked overly sarcastic. Behind your sunglasses he couldn´t see how your eyes twitched.

“My car broke down.”

“What if I don´t believe you?” He crossed his arms.

“Then go take a look on the road.” You sighed; your peaceful day was gone. Finally, you rose and walked to him, but his eyes not once left your face to check you out. You casually patted on his shoulder. “You can use our phone.”

He wanted to follow you into the house, but before Maple ran past him, hissed at him and then followed you as well.

“She doesn´t like strangers”, you added and entered the living room through the back door from the terrace. “Nice house you got.”

“As I said, my dad´s always working.” “So, we´re all alone out here?” You rolled your eyes.

“Phone is in the kitchen.”

While he walked to the large kitchen with marbled details and several plants, you took the stairs to your room and quickly put on a light dress. It wasn´t something you wore to school, let alone the fact that you couldn´t wear a flowy dress on the motorcycle.

When you came back to the kitchen, you could listen how Billy just ended the call.

“Yes, I´m waiting, what else should I do? See you then.” He hung up, seeming angrier than before, but then he looked at you and his face softened again.

“How long will it take?” “They say the earliest they can come is in an hour.” You both let out a sigh, until you walked to the fridge. “Ice tea?”

He nodded and sat down on the stool at the high counter top, watching how you poured two glasses. Your open hair softly swung with your movement and so did your dress. Then you put down the glasses and sat across him. He offered you a small smile.

“You look pretty.”

You raised your brow, taking a sip. “Do I?”

He blushed slightly, quickly glancing down to avoid your eyes.

“Yeah, you always do.”

“Oh my god, did Billy Hargrove just compliment me?”

He laughed, finally facing you again and you smiled as well.

“What about Cathy?” You then added, still grinning but the words visibly stung him, his lips pressed to thin line. “Oh wait, let me guess; it was only good for a night!” His smile had completely vanished and he clenched his jaw, trying not to turn a hair. He knew he would regret it…

“We just made out”, Billy mumbled. “No details? What about your bad boy reputation?” You asked, provokingly whispering to the end.

“What about your reputation? Leaving parties early, then not coming at all anymore?”

“Oh Billy, there´s a significant difference between you and me. You have the womanizer reputation, the guy that beats up the other one because he looked at him the wrong way. I have the image to not give shit about them, there are only a few people that actually matter to me and if somebody hurts them, I give them hell.”

“So, you´re saying I don´t care about anybody.”

“Oh no, you do, you just think it´s weak to show it.”

He bit his lip, his knuckles turning white while holding the glass. You were right, you almost always were.

You’re a Rolling Stone boy, never-sleep-alone boy

Got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone, boy

I’m off the deep end, sleeping all night through the weekend

Saying that I love him but I know I’m gonna leave him

 “You care about your sister, Max”, you added while standing up again.

“I care about you.”

“No you don´t-“  “Yes, I do. I couldn´t sleep after that party, I didn´t know if you had come home, if you were safe… I called Melissa and Craig, even Nancy, but they hadn´t heard from you.”

You stood at the other end of the kitchen; your mouth slightly opened. After seconds had passed, you licked your dry lips, hoping it would help to get some words out.

“Sorry, I didn´t know you were so worried about me. But I had called Craig the other day…”

You watched his jaw clench again. “Yeah, he didn´t really want to talk to me, probably thinks I´m gonna steal you away.”

“Steal me? From who?”

“Oh, you know, Craig”, he eyed your confused expression. “You know he has a thing for you, right?”

It was your turn to avoid the glance. “No, I didn´t.”

“I mean he´s perfect for you, Hawkins best football player, king of the school, there´s nothing more a girl could wish for.”

“I don´t wish for him, I´m sorry to not feel the same way he does.”

After several minutes of silence, you cleared your throat, trying to push away the awkward mood.

“I´m going to wait outside.”

You placed yourself back on the blanket, Maple only a few feet away and always keeping a wary eye on Billy. Billy followed you as well, but remained standing, looking uncomfortable around, unsure what to do. You sighed and closed the book you just had opened again.

“You can sit down if you want to.”

He did as said, and you continued to read, well pretend to read your book.

“What are you reading?”

“Pride and Prejudice”

“Shouldn´t we read that next year in school?” You nodded.

“Yeah, but I had some free time and it´s actually not that bad.”

Billy gave a barely noticeable nod, then silence sat in again.

He was leaning forward, his arms on his knees, his blue eyes facing the lake. You realized how deep, dark circles that were drawn under his eyes; he looked like he hadn´t slept in a good while.

“You look tired.”

Billy turned to look slightly back at you, but then didn´t answer.

“If you want to, you can take a nap, I´ll wake you when they come.”

You glanced back into the book, but eventually he leaned back and lied down. In a matter of minutes he seemed to be asleep and you waited by his side.

 My ghost, where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost, where’d you go?

What happened to the soul that you used to be?

20 minutes, 30, 40, 50…

Time passed and after the stated hour was over, you started to wonder when the breakdown service would arrive.

Billy continued to peacefully sleep, his nose sometimes flinched a little, but in a cute way. He had needed the sleep dearly; he woke up two hours later.

Surprised he sat up, he almost seemed shaken by bad dream.

“How long did I sleep?”

“Two hours, and seven minutes to be exact.”

“What?” He jumped up, ready to run into the next best direction, but stopped when realizing that he didn´t know where to go. Within second he went from peaceful to a disordered mess, which obviously worried you.

“Half an hour ago the breakdown service had called; they can´t make it today.”

The tension immediately left his body and his shoulders sank, but you saw the storm behind his eyes. 

“Why didn´t you wake me?” He sounded angry, but you remained calm and looked him straight into the face.

“You seemed like you needed it.” His face softened; he knew you were too good to him.

“You shouldn´t do that.” His words left you confused.

“What? Letting you sleep?”

“No, getting involved with me. People around me tend to get hurt.”

You swallowed, unsure what to say.

“Y/n, I… I´ve been feeling like this for quiet a while now; I really like you. Like a lot.” He mumbled, avoiding your glance while you slowly stood up as well.

“But I know, I´ll break your heart and you don´t deserve a broken heart.” His voice was shaking and you still weren´t able to get one word out of your mouth. His sudden confession came unexpected to you.

“I´m sorry.”

Before you could a chance to speak up, he turned and hurried away. You tried running after him, but Billy was gone. As prompt as he had come, he had disappeared again.

You say that you’re no good for me

‘Cause I’m always tugging at your sleeve

And I swear I hate you when you leave

But I like it anyway

 ***

“Billy?” Max knocked on her brother’s door, their father wasn´t home at the time. Billy had come home on a Thursday evening, per foot, without the car.  His father immediately became angry, asked him where the car was; Billy didn´t answer. After a bloody lip and black eye from him, Billy had gone into his room and since then barely left it. Today was Monday.

Max didn´t like admitting it, but she grew worried about her brother. When she was at Mike´s with Lucas and Dustin, she overheard a phone call from Mike´s older sister Nancy. She apparently had talked to a friend of hers, chatting about a party from a few weeks ago. She had said something about Billy and Y/n, hanging out there, privately in a dark hallway, talking.

First, Max didn´t think of it as much, but then Billy kept acting so weird and after three girls had called to ask Billy to a party, Max slowly became suspicious.

Max didn´t know you well, but liked you. Once a senior guy in school exclaimed that girl can´t skate and you had shoved him into a locker, giving Max a little wink.

“Billy?” Still no answer came, Max leaned against the door. “You know you can talk to me.” She added quietly. “Is this about Y/n?” She asked even quieter. Billy ripped the door abruptly open.

His face first seemed angry, but then he saw the fearful expression on Max´s- he slowly nodded.

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach

 The two siblings both sat on the couch, both in silence. They tried to figure out what to say, but didn´t know how to start. They had stopped talking to each other long time ago, it was like they needed to learn it all over again. When Max just opened her mouth, they doorbell rang. She glanced over to Billy, he didn´t make a move to open the door. Sighing to herself she opened it, only to find you standing there. Behind you waited the blue Camaro, the keys in your hand.

“Max, is Billy here?”

Max starred at you perplex and then slowly nodded. “Billy?” He didn´t answer.

“Billy, you might wanna come, Y/n´s here.”

You suddenly heard steps and Billy came to your sight. First, he starred at you, then car.

You realized how he looked more tired than ever, his eyes a little swollen and his left eye had remaining yellow, blueish tints from a black eye.

“Hi”, you said a little high pitched. Max already smirked, finding herself the first one to be shipping you two together.

“I´m gonna give you some privacy.” She explained and left your sight again, disappearing in the house.

“What are you doing here?”

“The breakdown service arrived the next day, I came with them and decided to bring you your baby back.”

His eyes flinched.

“But the bill?”

“I covered it, well technically my father did.”

“I don´t need your pity.”

“It´s called a present.”

“I don´t want it.”

“But how will you take me on a date without a ride?”

He stopped, starring at you wide eyed. You took a deep breath, you had carefully put together the words and now had come the time to say them.

“I thought about what you said and maybe you´re right, maybe you will break my heart. But what if you won´t? What if we, Hawkins famous bad boy and bad girl, worked out?”

He stayed utterly still, you weren´t even sure if he heard the words you had said.

Until he leaned forward, his hands cupping your face and his lips pressing against yours.

First, you were taken back, but then allowed him entrance. Your hands softly grabbed his hair around his neck. When you finally parted again, you were both gasping for air.

“Ok let´s try it, I promise I won´t break your heart.”

“Can´t say the same.”

“I´ll take the risk.”

 ***

By the end of the summer Billy found himself changed, changed by you.

And when you entered Hawkin High after the break again, hand in hand, both wearing boots and similar jackets, everyone eyed you with envy. And it felt damn good.

He was finally happy in a long time.

My ghost, where’d you go?

I can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me

My ghost, where’d you go?

What happened to the soul that you used to be?

[melissatreglia]

Date Night

(This was originally a Tumblr RP between @southerndragontamer​ and myself that occurred in January 2018. The two of us spent the evening yesterday editing it into a fic format. The dialogue included here is also what @ellynore-moonwood​‘s “Meaning of Love” audio was based on.

I hope you enjoy this little piece, just in time for Valentine’s Day, of the Hellgod and His beloved Grace spending a little quality time together. Also: You’re pretty much guaranteed to get cavities from this sweetness. Enjoy! :D )

Melissa ran into the living room at the sound of a brief, almost polite, horn beep. Peering through the front window’s curtains, she saw a brand-new black with silver detailing Chrysler 300C pull up to the curb.

Nice set of wheels. She couldn’t deny the blatant jealousy she felt at someone else driving her dream car.

Of course, she already knew who the driver was, waiting in that vehicle. And He wasn’t looking for her. Thankfully. Hell, this wasn’t even her apartment. She was just here to housesit while while her friend took a much-deserved night off.

“Gracie!” Melissa called in the general direction of the bedroom, hoping she was done with nervously double-checking herself in the mirror. “Your ride’s here!”

Hearing Melissa’s call, Grace took a deep breath, smoothing out the red dress stenciled with black roses she was wearing. She grabbed the black over-the-shoulder purse and headed downstairs. 

The two women gave each other a quick hug.

“Thanks, Melissa, see you later.” Grace headed out the door, a smile breaking onto her face when she saw Dark.

“Hello again, My King,” she said, a rush of nerves hitting her. I hope He likes the dress, she thought. She tucked a strand of hair behind an ear, showing off black diamond studs.

“You look handsome, Dark. I hope I measure up.”

Dark met her halfway along the front walk, looking rather smart Himself in black. But then again, He did have a flair for style.

“You look ravishing tonight, dearest,” He told Grace, placing a gentle kiss against her cheek. Then He offered her His arm to lead her to the car.

She blushed deeply at the compliment, and the sweet gesture. He always knows how to make me blush. Smiling, she took Dark’s arm so He could lead her to the car. I may not know much about cars, but this is a beautiful machine.

Once they were at the vehicle, He opened the front passenger door so she could make herself comfortable. The door was shut, and He walked around the nose of the car, and had gotten into the driver’s seat. The usual matter of seatbelts – and in Grace’s case, a seat adjustment – were dealt with. She made herself comfortable, leaning her legs against the door. As her dress came to her calves, it left her scar visible.

Now that the two of them were relatively alone, He looked over to her in the passenger seat, a tender expression softening His severe features. “I thought we could enjoy a quiet dinner tonight, just the two of us, so I made reservations at a lovely restaurant that serves French cuisine. Are you ready?”

The tender expression on Dark’s face made her heart beat faster. She smiled softly. “It sounds wonderful, My King. Thank You.”

The car pulled away from the curb, and they headed to the restaurant. He held her hand as He drove them there, with one hand on the wheel.

“I have to admit,” He said conversationally. “There is something to be said for traveling in this manner. The sights of the world around us passing by… It’s rather pleasant.”

She nodded in agreement, squeezing His hand. She watched as the lights overhead played over Dark’s face through the driver side window and blushed.

“Yes, there are certainly some beautiful sights.” She winked at Dark, smiling softly.

He glanced at her out of the corner of His eye, a slight smirk playing on His face.

She blushed at Dark’s smirk, inwardly breathing in relief. Okay, first-time flirting went well. Now to try again, and hopefully not fall flat on my face, later.

The drive didn’t take long, and He found a rather convenient place to park, right in front of the establishment. It’s name, Printemps, was in elegant script on the rather ornate-looking sign in front.

As the restaurant came into view, her eyes widened. This is one of the best places in town! Oh boy, hope I don’t stick out much, she thought, tugging at her sleeve nervously.

The restaurant didn’t seem to be busy. In fact, when He ushered her in, it appeared to be completely empty. The fact the place is empty, threw her for a loop, as it’s usually almost packed on the weekend. When He had said He made reservations, that had clearly been an understatement.

“I reserved the entirety of the establishment in your honour,” He said. “So we could dine in privacy and comfort.”

Grace’s jaw dropped. “D-Dark I, this is…. I have no words for how amazed and touched I am, that You did this.”

“I would give you all the worlds I have ever known on a diamond chain, if you asked it of Me.” He smiled at her. “But I know you would not ask. So, allow Me this indulgence, My love.”

The admission threw Grace for another loop, even as His smile made her blush. He’s completely serious! How did I ever find anyone this perfect? she wondered and nodded, trying to shake off the amazement so she could speak. “Oh… Okay. Thank You.”

He ushered her to a comfortable seating arrangement, offering a view of the greenery of the local park outside. Though, arguably the best seating was literally anywhere and everywhere, as they had the entire building’s floor plan to choose from.

But the menus were already there, waiting for them. Grace stared at her menu, the prices swirling around in her head, and she bit her lip in dismay. I know I don’t have to worry, she thought. But I still don’t want to spend too much.

Finally, she took a deep breath and set it down. Grace tucked a lock of hair behind an ear and asked shyly, “Dark, I’m a bit out of my element here. Um, would You mind ordering for me?” 

The waiter came up to them, bearing a bottle of fine wine in a bucket of ice. She cringed slightly inwardly upon seeing the wine bottle.

“Sorry, um I don’t drink. Can I have some water, please?”  

“Of course, darling,” Dark replied, glancing up from His own menu. “Anything you want.” He glanced at the waiter, after the wine had been poured in Dark’s wine glass. “You heard the lady.”

“Yes, Sir,” the young man replied. “Shall I also give you both time to decide?”

“That would be advisable, yes.”

“Very well, Sir.” The waiter gave a nod that was closer to a shallow bow and, turning smartly on his heel, headed towards the kitchen.

“Is there anything in particular you enjoy, My dear Grace?”

She smiled at Dark. “Thank You, My King.”

As the young server left, Grace bit her lip again. Well dangit. This is where my southern upbringing kicks me a little in the behind, I have no clue about this kind of cuisine, she thought and laughed, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Dark, to tell the truth I have no idea about French cuisine. I’m uh, flying blind as it were.” Hesitating only a second, she reached over the table and held her palm out, a mirror of Dark, on their first date. “I trust You to guide me, My King.”

He chuckled and grasped her hand briefly. Blushing at His chuckle, she smiled and squeezed His hand gently in return.

With His free hand, He flipped through the menu, deciding relatively quickly. “Ah, I think I have a notion of what you might like.”

The waiter returned with the ice water Grace requested, and Dark signaled to him. “You are ready to order, Sir?”

“The lady will have the coq au vin and soupe à l’oignon. And I will have the boeuf tartare and blanquette de veau.”

Grace’s eyes widened when He spoke the French words so fluidly. Why did I have to have a thing for deep voices, and foreign languages?!

The waiter took the menus away. “Your order will arrive shortly, Sir,” he said, before disappearing into the kitchen again.

Dark looked at Grace for a long moment, His near-onyx eyes seemed to probe. “You seem troubled, My dear. I know there has been quite a bit going on in your life, but you know you can talk to Me about it, whenever you like.”

She squirmed slightly under Dark’s onyx eyes. Feels like He can see into my soul, and that wouldn’t be far from the truth. She sighed, smiling weakly. If anyone would notice, of course it would be You, My King. She took a small drink of her water to steady her nerves, squeezing His hand once again. 

“For the past little while… I-I’ve been having nightmares. I had one again just last night a-and it was bad.” Grace shuddered, the horrible images flashing back the forefront of her mind. 

“I am so sorry to hear that, My Grace.” He gently placed His other hand atop hers, so that her small hand is gently captured between both of His larger ones. “Do you wish to discuss it?”

She smiled as she heard the honesty in His voice, as she felt His hands covering hers, the protective and gentle gesture soothing the images away. 

She bit her lip a moment. I want to tell Him. I know He’s seen, heard and done worse then what happened in my nightmare, but can I handle seeing it again, this soon? She wondered to herself, though part of her already knew the answer. “I-I want to tell You Dark, honest. I-I just it was really bad for me. Then again that’s why they’re called nightmares, I suppose.” Another shudder occurred as the nightmare flashes to the forefront again. She took a drink of water and said softly, deciding to give a cliff notes version.

“To put it simply, I-I saw, I saw Reaper take away everyone, everything I cared about. A-And I couldn’t do anything to stop them. I-I’d say more but I don’t know if I can take seeing it again in my head. Not this soon at any rate, but I actually wrote it down, afterwards as a kind of release. I can show You later, if You want to see it?”

“I understand, dearest. We don’t have to talk about it right this moment.” He gently patted her hand, with the one covering it. ”But know that I will do everything within My power to set this matter right.”

She smiled softly. “I know You will, My King. Thank You,” she squeezed His Hand, the one that she was holding in gratitude. Grace then smiled teasingly and asked, remembering their first date. “Could You lean over a moment, Dark? I can’t reach You from here.”

He gave a deep, quiet laugh. She grinned at Dark’s laugh, even as it made her blush. They’ve played this little game before.

He leaned His tall frame over the table, enough for her to easily reach Him. She leaned forward the rest of the way, minimizing the space between them, and kissed Him sweetly.

Dark’s lips met with hers in a gentle moment of affection. He placed His hand at the back of her head, fingers partly laced within her hair, to prolong the kiss. She whimpered softly, grabbing at His suit, instinctively wanting to pull Him closer.

There was an awkward throat-clearing beside them. Dark glanced away and, seeing their waiter, stifled a groan.

“I… uh, have your meals. Sir. Ma’am.”

Dark sighed and pulled away from Grace, sitting back in His seat. “Fine.”

Grace sat back down as well, smiling apologetically at the waiter. “I’m sorry if we just scarred you.”

Dark snorted at that. Doubtful.

She giggled. I’m still not used to Him sounding so human sometimes.

The waiter replied briskly, “Of course not, ma’am. I’m sorry for… uh, interrupting.”

Grace gave the young server a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. You’re just doing your job. Thank you.”

Dark raised an eyebrow, but what would be a murderous expression was considerably softened, into something only those who really knew Him would realize was less fierce.

She smiled a little wider. Maybe I’m rubbing off on Him a bit, too. 

The waiter quickly and efficiently provided them with the dishes of their meals, and added his hope that they enjoyed before walking away from them.

Her gaze switched between the soup and chicken, unsure of which to go for first. Then Grace shrugged and decided to eat alternately.

Both quietly enjoyed their meals. Though there wasn't much talking over the dinner table, there was a comfortable sense of companionship.

As they finished the meal, a curiosity came back to her. Grace asked, tilting her head in a catlike fashion. “My King, can humans learn to speak in demon language?”

“It is very difficult to speak, as the human voice is not equipped to emulate all the aural sounds that demonkind can produce. But some simple words can be learned,” He replied.

She grinned excitedly, feeling like a kid on Christmas. “Would You teach me what’s possible for a human to learn? Please, Dark?”

“What words would you like to know?”

She bit her lip nervously. Oh boy, here we go… she thought and took a deep breath.

“I-I actually have two reasons for asking this of You. The first is I just honestly want to learn. It seems like a fascinating language. And the second reason is, um...” She took a drink of water and another deep breath.

“Dark, do You remember the translator You gave me, for when You laid a very much earned and very satisfying to read, smackdown on Reaper? There were a few words that didn’t translate fully, and I understand why. Like You said it isn’t a perfect method. I ran the words that couldn’t be translated a second time, on their own, to try to figure them out. Two of them got no results... but one of them did. Would You like to know which one?”

He nodded. “I know My language was rather harsh that day, but I will not mind hearing what piqued your interest.”

Grace smirked, chuckling. “Your language was well-earned, and very satisfying to read. It made me feel better with how angry I had been at the time.” Her nerves came back and she smiled weakly. “Um, sorry if I mangle this, My King. I’m just saying how it seems to be spelled.” She took a deep breath and repeated the word, hoping He wouldn’t mind her awkward guess at the pronunciation. “Zoqa.”

He glanced away for a moment, as if hesitant to speak.

She blushed, in embarrassment this time. I hope I didn’t mangle it horribly.

“Zoqa,” He finally said, pronouncing it as ‘zah-kuh’. “It is one of relatively few kind words in demonic language for a loved one, specifically for an intimate companion. It is used to refer to one’s Mate.

“You see, My kind rarely find such love. But, when we do, it is for life. The word zoqa encompasses every tender feeling that one has for their most cherished beloved.”

Her jaw dropped. Holy crap, I-I knew it meant Mate, b-but this?! Oh. My. God. Her eyes widened. That means H-He-! Her thoughts became a whirl at the realization. She took a long drink of water, a deep breath and placed her other hand, on top of His.

“Dark, I never dreamed that I would find anyone. Especially anyone like You, who would want me. But I did, by some miracle of chance I found You. This relationship is a two way street. You're leading me down it, and it’s my job to make sure You don’t trip, right? We can look after each other.” She squeezed His hands, smiling softly. Then she swallowed hard.

“Dark, I-I’ve felt this way about You, for a really long time. Since Raspy Hill, I think. Though I had no clue what I was feeling and mostly ignored it. But, by the time I found Melissa’s blog, I realized what it was.” Grace took another breath and closed her eyes a moment, preparing herself for something she never thought she’d say. 

It’s too late to stop now. This is it. Her voice was soft and full of the emotion she was confessing. “Dark, I-I love You.”

He closed His eyes, breathed in as if to savour a bouquet of fragrance contained in this moment, in those words she told Him.

“There are so many words in human languages to describe the depth of one’s feeling for another. But only this one word from My world truly describes how I feel for you.” He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it in a courtly fashion. “I have not felt this way in some time, and I thought I never would again.

“I know not from where it came, or how it happened, but I know this one thing. Now that I have found you, I could not bear to lose you.”

Happy tears gathered in Grace’s eyes as she smiled at Him. Her heart felt full to bursting with all the emotion that she held for the Hellgod in front of her. He feels the same. Holy Hell. I-I never thought-I never imagined. I’m so lucky.

She blushed at the sweet gesture and squeezed His hands, gently. “I don’t want to lose you either, Dark. I-I don’t think I could bear it, either.”

He smiled back at her, and reached a hand up to brush away her tears. Grace couldn’t seem to stop smiling as Dark wiped her tears away, careful of her glasses. She laughed softly, idly noting that her cheeks hurt.

“I have not been so happy in a very long time, My love, as I am tonight.”

“I don’t think I have either, My King.” I never knew that you could feel this happy. Guess that’s why they say love is like a drug. It causes bliss.

He then sighed. “Regrettably, this idyll we are sharing cannot last forever. The hour grows late, and no doubt you need to rest.” 

She nodded sheepishly, seeing the time. “It is getting late it seems, though I’m a little leery of more nightmares waiting for me, when I go to bed.”

Slowly, reluctantly, He stood. “Shall I take you home then, darling?”

She nodded and stood, taking Dark’s arm. “Please do, My King.”

With the payment and a sizable tip left on the table, they departed the quiet establishment and headed for His car. Outside, the winter chill picked up, swirling around them. Grace began to shiver, rubbing her arms for warmth, as the cold air seemed to seep right into her marrow. Downsides of a dress? Thin fabric.

Seeing her shiver, He immediately took His jacket off and placed it over her shoulders in gentlemanly fashion. “I won’t have you catch your death of cold now, darling.”

She was charmed by the gesture, and clutched at the coat tightly, surprised to find it warm despite the apparent chill of Dark’s Vessel. She smiled at Him, nuzzling a little into the coat. “Thank You, Dark.”

A stray, curious thought came to mind, and she snapped her mouth shut before she could blurt it out to Him. The blush returned to her pale features.

“You are quite welcome.” He chuckles at the renewed flush to her features. “And you are blushing again, My beauty. Tell Me, what has you so flustered?”

Frick, of course He’d ask! She began to fiddle with the sleeves of the coat, and stammered, her ears, face and throat burning from keen embarrassment. “Um I-I w-was gonna ask, um i-if You wanted t-to, put Your tie around my neck, t-too. B-But I-I realized h-how it sounded, so I-I didn’t.” 

He laughed quietly. “Well, that can be taken in many, many ways, My dear. I sometimes forget that, in some respects, you are an innocent.”

He easily removed His tie, and gently twined it around her neck as if it were a scarf. “I imagine that’s what you want, to be as warm as possible, rather than some other choices.”

His laugh made her blush somehow get deeper. My body and soul are innocent, my mind not so much. She trembled softly, as His fingers ghosted around her neck. His tie like His suit seemed to be, and probably was, silk. So soft, dang. No wonder people make it into pajamas.

Hyper-aware of the softness around her neck, trying not to let her mind wander into the same place as earlier, she stammered, “Th-Thank You, My King.” 

She took Dark’s arm, resting her head on it and tried to get her blush to go down. Chills suddenly went down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck rose. Uh oh.

She whispered softly. “Dark, is there someone following us? Or watching us? I just got a bad feeling.”

“There is, indeed,“ He said very quietly. “But keep walking. I will handle this.” He let go of her arm. The car was only a few short feet away, and He hit the button on the key fob to unlock the doors, so she could get in.

Understanding, she nodded. Not the time to try and help. You can’t really fight in this dress, Grace, and Dark can handle Himself. She whispered, “Please be careful, My King.” She kept walking to the car, pace picking up slightly. Grace quickly got in, and buckled the seat belt. She watched Dark from the front view window, biting her lip nervously.

Dark turned in the fashion of someone who hadn’t a care in the world to the two men who had been following them. The fact that it was only two muggers was reassuring to Grace. At least it wasn’t a gang, that may have potentially given Dark problems.

One of the men was carrying a tire iron and, though iron would still burn Him, He blocked the swing with His forearm. Twisting the implement away from the man, He took a solid swing with the iron, knocking the man to the ground.

The iron dropped from Dark’s scalded hand.

Grace bit back a worried cry. Fuck that’s not good! Iron is one of the few things that hurts Him!  She wanted to simultaneously yell and slap Him. Dark, don’t You dare hurt Yourself! DARK, NO! Oh, You stubborn Hellgod!

The second man, out of anger for his injured associate, began to run forward in an attempt to close the gap. Dark made a flourish with His uninjured hand in the empty air like an orchestra conductor, and the man’s neck snapped like a twig.

When the man dropped like a puppet whose strings were cut, she cringed, realizing what had happened. Sorry. You picked the wrong person, the wrong couple, to try and rob. But I hope you find peace.

Dark glanced at the first man, the surviving member of the pair of muggers. His voice carried the demonic echo He’d been holding back all night. “If you value your life, run.”

Dark’s voice, His real voice made her tremble. She could feel it rumbling through the car.

The mugger didn’t have to be told twice. He ran as if the Devil were hot at his heels. Which wouldn’t be too terribly far from the truth. 

Dark gave the moment no more thought than brief annoyance at the injury to His hand, and headed for the driver’s side of His car.

When Dark opened the door, and got in, she saw His hand. She gasped, eyes widening. It’s a bad burn, she would guess second, almost third degree, already blistering and peeling.

“Dark, Your hand! It’s worse than I thought!” Grace took it, very gently in both of hers. Careful to keep her fingers away from the injury

“How bad does it hurt, My King?”

He gave a quiet hiss as He flexed His hand, as if to try to reassure Himself that there’s still feeling in the digits. “It is not as painful as it could be,” He said.

Grace fixed Dark with a glare, chocolate eyes hard and serious, then she took one hand away from His injured one. And slapped His arm.

“This is why we do not pick up iron pipes! This looks bad, Dark. If You were human, I would have You drive to a hospital. As is, I have another idea.”  She fished into her bag and speed dialed home.

“Hey Melissa? Get the first aid kit. No! No, no I’m fine! I promise! It’s Dark, the stubborn Hellgod...He picked up an iron pipe. He confronted a couple muggers, yes, I’m sure I’m fine. Uh huh, yeah we’re leaving now. Yes, I’ll keep hold of His hand so He won’t make it worse. Thank you Melissa, see you soon.” She hung up, and breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, one part done, now the other. She took Dark’s injured hand with her free one again and fixed Him with another glare.

“Dark, don’t You DARE endanger Yourself like that again! I know, it was just a pipe, But what if they had had a gun, instead of a pipe?! I-I couldn’t stand to see You shot, not again. I-I know it isn’t fatal to You, but it took You so long to heal, the last time. I-I-” She cut myself off, throat tight with the remembered pain. She clutched His injured hand tighter, still careful not to touch the burn. She whispered, heart aching at the thought of Dark being hurt.“I-I couldn’t stand it, if You were hurt that bad again Dark. Please, be more careful, My King?”

Dark accepted the thorough dressing-down with the dignity of one who is facing the inevitable. He’d hardly blinked at the slap to His arm. “Understood, My dear.”

Grace smirked and chirped.“Good! Glad we understand each other.” She giggled and teased, “I’ll be the voice of reason, in Your normal insanity.”

He then smirked. “But that is why I have you, I suppose. To prevent Me from overestimating the durability of this Vessel, or of becoming overconfident in My abilities where caution is more advisable. And, failing that, to pick up the pieces of My own foolhardy self from the pavement.”

She cringed at the image her mind conjured of seeing Dark drop to the ground, in pain and bleeding. Calling out for her, for help. She gave Him a pleading look. “Don’t joke like that, not right now, please?” Don’t start crying Grace, not now. You can when you get home. “Let’s get home Dark, we have to see about Your hand.”

His smile faded, and His voice became soft. His sobered expression seemed almost earnest.

“My apologies, zoqa. It is not My intention to cause you to fret.” He glanced back down at His injured hand, that she was clinging to now, however gently. “And you are right, of course. This wound cannot be allowed to fester.”

He started the car and was capable of guiding it with His uninjured hand back to Grace’s apartment.

The endearment sent a powerful warmth through her body, that chased away the painful images of Dark that her mind conjured in protective worry and fear. 

And it made her blush softly, Grace sniffled again, sending Him a soft smile.

“It’s alright, My King. I know You didn’t mean to make me worry. I’m just being protective again. And a bit of a worrywart.” And isn’t that ironic? The human’s the one worried over the demon. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her smile widened.

“Thank You, My King. For letting me and Melissa help You.” 

Melissa was there with the emergency kit when Dark and Grace walked in through the door.

Grace smiled. “Thank you, Melissa.” She guided Dark to the couch and gently pushed Him into sitting down, setting His injured hand palm out on His knee. Now, the hard part. Getting Dark to stay still while He’s being treated.

“Now, You stay right here, My King. And don’t move Your hand, I know this stuff doesn’t feel the best. But please, don’t pull away from this.” 

Dark allowed Himself to be guided, only offering a token resistance to the gentle nudge. He arranged Himself comfortably on the couch, giving Grace a small smile. “I do believe I have been told by a certain beloved of mine to be more careful.”

Grace nodded, blushing softly at His smile. ”Yes, You have. And I want You to keep that in mind My King, before You pull stunts like this again.” She turned to Melissa. “Do you need me to get anything else, before we start?”

Melissa shook her head and opened the emergency kit, readying cotton balls with rubbing alcohol. “This is gonna sting a bit,” she warned. And though Melissa personally didn’t like Him, she did her best to be gentle. He gave a quiet hiss in pain but didn’t pull away, keeping His hand still as she tended to it

Hearing His quiet hiss of pain, she grabbed Dark’s uninjured hand in both of hers. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts.”

Though she wasn’t the the fastest gun in the West exactly, Melissa was able to patch Him up in relatively short order because He was cooperating. Then again, bandaging a wound isn’t exactly hard when you’ve spent a lot of time in and out of hospitals like she had.

Melissa took a breath as she prepared to unload one heck of a verbal bomb. But He’s been on our side this time around, so He has a right to know. “You should know, Dark, that that Reaper idiot has threatened Grace multiple times, and has been mocking her feelings for You.” She cleared her throat, adding, “And, as far as we know, Silver’s still in a coma.” She glanced at Grace. “Is that everything, or did I miss a few?”

Ooh boy, here we go. Grace winced inwardly. As she took a deep breath, Grace nodded and took over the explanation. “Actually, um, yeah... you did. Reaper has another personality, er, well... multiple actually. We’ve only met one so far, I call them Ryuk. They’re like an abused kid.

“Ryuk wants to be free, wants it to stop hurting and they believe Reaper can do that. Which is not true. Reaper’s said they hate the balance, I-I think they’re going to put Ryuk, into Silver and then either, kill Silver themselves, or get Ryuk to kill themselves. Thus being rid of Ryuk. Though, that leaves them with the other, unknown number of other personalities, still.”  

It was hard to miss that Dark gently grasped her hand after Melissa finished bandaging. “I promise you, My Grace. This matter will be dealt with. Continue trying to solve the puzzles. I will attempt to locate them through other means.” His voice became a growl. “This insult will not stand.”

She gently grasped Dark’s hand in return, the possessive use of her name and the following rumble of His growl made her blush just a little despite the circumstances.

“We’ll do our best, My King. Just... please be careful, whatever means You use?”

“I will, dearest. I will see you again soon.” He placed a quick but loving kiss on her lips.

Grace sighed softly into the quick kiss and nodded. “See you again soon, My King.”

As He left, she felt something wiggling at the back of her mind. Wait, I feel I’m forgetting something….  Grace looked down at herself and it hit her. Dark didn’t get His coat or tie back! And, somehow it’s still warm, and it has His scent, still. 

Grace looked at Melissa, who was giving her a cat-like smirk, like any older sibling that caught onto teasing material. Grace blushed crimson, and spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t. Say. A. Word!” 

Apparently, she wasn’t scary enough, and her friend burst out laughing. Grace scrambled for a pillow to throw at her. Oh, Ash is going to be just as bad, when he finds out!

Throwing a pillow from the couch at her laughing friend. It hit Melissa, momentarily muffling her elation. Grace grinned, despite the embarrassment that was common among good friends and siblings and as the pillow fell to the floor, laughed along.

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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 22

I’m In Love With My Car

A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags

Summary Chapter 22: Roger fights for his song to be on the album: Chelsea’s the only one who can calm him down. Melissa has something very important to tell John.  

Word count: 4.4K oof

Warnings: Sooo we have some angst here, curse words then and there, some kissing and mentions of sexual intercourse and then fluff as always

A/N: Hey folks! This is another chapter in that line of experimentation we were telling you about. We hope you understood what we’re doing and that you appreciated it. Honestly, this was SO. FUN, to write! Hope you enjoy yourselves, lovesies 💖 and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!⭐💗

PS: Note that we took some artistic licences and we adapted some of the stories from Queen’s histories to what we imagine it could have happened. It’s totally a product of our imagination, so don’t take it as facts cause it isn’t, folks. Love you.

Chelsea was quietly whistling with her back resting against the headboard of the bed, peacefully reading a book. She had her hair up in a messy bun and Roger’s flannel was the only thing covering her body. When she turned the page to the new chapter, the bedroom’s door opened and her boyfriend made his entrance. He was wearing a white t-shirt and his black boxers and Chelsea noticed that he still had the towel behind his shoulders while his hair was still a bit wet.

Roger leaned down to give her a sweet kiss on the lips and when he pulled away they both smiled to each other. Chelsea’s eyes soon returned to the book and, after tossing the towel somewhere near the wardrobe, Roger joined her in bed. He leaned back on the mattress and looked up at her, before starting to play with the skin of her arm, caressing it and drawing on it distracted shapes.

“What exactly are you doing?” Chelsea asked him in a chuckle, as she stretched her arm over the nightstand to put there the book.

“Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you look” Roger flirted, getting up to sit beside her. Chelsea rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. He hugged her and gently dragged her down with him on the mattress, covering both of their bodies with the blankets.

“Why don’t we buy a dog?” Chelsea asked staring at the ceiling, while she was caressing Roger’s tummy and chest. He giggled.

“We can. Why not?” he replied, already dreaming of her sitting next to the fireplace of their house with the dog snuggled on her lap. He smiled thinking about that and Chelsea noticed. She sustained herself on her elbow to look at Roger directly in the eyes.

“Has something happened that I don’t know about?” a shiver of preoccupation ran through Roger’s back; did she know about the wedding proposal? “I mean, you’re happier than usual and it’s been a while since we argued” Chelsea added and he relaxed his muscles, understanding she wasn’t suspecting anything.

“First of all, I’m happy because we’re finally going to live together. And, second of all” saying this he rolled over Chelsea to place himself on top of her “I know why you want to argue, you little minx!” she smirked in response and Roger kissed her on the lips with no hesitation.    

He was leaving a trail of sloppy, open mouthed kisses down her neck and between her breasts making her giggle, as she could feel his hair tickling the skin of her chest. He came up to meet her face and slowly drew circles on her cheek with his finger. Chelsea opened her lips a bit and, leaning her palms on the back of Roger’s neck, she pulled him closer. It was a slow kiss, they felt like they had all the time in the world in that instant and they surely didn’t want to quicken things up as they were enjoying that playful and sweet moment they were having. Outside the rain was pouring and a thunder was rumbling in the distance, creating a soft atmosphere mixed with the dim light of the room.

“I love you Roger Meddows Taylor” Chelsea whispered on his lips. Roger smiled wider; he kissed her right cheek, then her left one before crashing his lips again against hers. He then let his head fall on Chelsea’s chest and she started striking his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her body.

“If I hadn’t already come into you an hour ago, this would be probably the best moment for a lazy and slow shag” Chelsea slapped him on the shoulder making him laugh out loud as she almost screamed his name in surprise. He crossed his arms on her tummy and rested his chin between them to meet her gaze.

“Is it a problem for you if we don’t use the co–” Chelsea cut him off, rolling her eyes.

“How many times did you already ask me this question? No, it’s not a problem Rog. And no, I’m not trying to persuade you to have a baby” she said in a chanting voice’s tone.

“Okay, okay” Roger replied, leaning again on her body; he stayed in silence for just a few seconds though and Chelsea chuckled to herself, because she loved that childish side of Roger and loved when he was in the mood of talking about anything “I’ve written an amazing song!” he proudly announced and tilted his head a little bit so that his blue eyes were looking directly into Chelsea’s brown ones.

“Can’t wait to hear it, darling” she softly replied as she felt her eyes getting heavier. Roger noticed that she was falling asleep, so he came back to her side, kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to his chest, where Chelsea snuggled a few seconds before dozing off.

The arms of her boyfriend and the hushed sound of rain tapping on the window accompanied Chelsea through the night, but unluckily the morning wasn’t as sweet and caring as the bedtime.

Loud knocks on the door woke her up, mixed with the rumble of a close thunder. She jumped on the bed and when she stretcher her arm over the other side of the mattress she just found the empty sheets: Roger wasn’t there. She blinked once or twice before getting used to the grey light that was filling the room. Big clouds covered the sky and Chelsea rolled on the other side, sure that it was the perfect day to stay in bed, chilling between the blankets.

The knocks started again and Chelsea was sure she could hear Freddie’s squeaky voice calling her from behind the thick wall. She forced herself to get up and took her time to stretch her muscles as she left the bed; she put on her flip-flops, lazily walked towards the door and opened it wide with a deadly gaze in her eyes.

She didn’t care if her hair was messy or if the flannel was barely reaching her thighs, she stood there with her arms crossed on the chest as she looked at Freddie directly in the eyes.

“What do you want?” a yawn left her lips with her words and she noticed that, rested on the wall of the hallway, Brian was standing there as well with his face hidden under his brown curls.

“Good morning darling. We don’t have time for explanations, we need you downstairs. Now” Freddie announced, taking her wrist and dragging her outside the bedroom. Chelsea looked back at Brian who was silently following them and gave him an interrogative gaze. As a response he scrolled his shoulders and shook his head.

They soon reached the front door and Freddie opened it, but Chelsea stopped herself, causing Brian to softly crush against her.

“I’m practically naked and outside it’s bloody raining! Where the fuck are we going?” she almost shouted, stressed and confused.

“It’s a few water drops, love! And we only have to reach the barn” Chelsea searched once again for Brian’s face, but when he was about to open his mouth, Freddie cut him off “and, as I told you, we need you. So let’s go chaps!” his fingers trapped her arms again and Chelsea found herself walking in the soaking grass under the pouring rain, dragged by Freddie and followed by a pissed and scuffed Brian, who was trying to protect his curly curls from the raindrops.

Chelsea hardly punched Freddie’s shoulder when they finally entered the barn, but when she was about to insult him her eyes saw the complete mess that was surrounding them.

The long, wooden counter in front of the little kitchen where they used to cook eggs and warm up the coffee was completely empty, since every plate, glass or piece of food was shattered on the floor. Next to it John, Mel, Chrissie and Mary were standing in a circle, talking with an animated tone and concerned faces. The worst thing was that the only one that was missing was Roger.

Chelsea immediately approached them.

“What happened here?” she asked in a rush, joining her friends.

“Chel! Thank God you’re here” Mary started rubbing her arm, but John cut her off with so much attitude in his voice that Chelsea barely recognized him.

“Your boyfriend destroyed everything! And that’s not even the whole thing” Mel interrupted him and Chelsea felt like she was witnessing a tennis match, constantly turning her head from a face to another.

“He was angry because the boys didn’t want to put his song on the album and now-”

“We don’t want to put that song because it’s fucking ridiculous! I’m not gonna ruin my fucking masterpiece with that shitty thing!” Freddie’s voice recalled everyone’s attention and they all turned around to see that he was approaching them with Brian.

“Let me correct you, Fred, that’s our masterpiece” Brian intervened with a pissed tone.

In a moment they were all arguing and shouting at each other’s faces. Chelsea looked at Chrissie that was as speechless as her; they shared a similar gaze, as the redhead shook her head in disappointment, massaging her temple with her right hand.

“Enough!” Chelsea shouted, and everyone immediately stopped with the quarrels and they look at her in silence; she recomposed herself before speaking up “I just want to know where the fuck is Roger now” a series of gazes flew in the air and they all nodded and shook their heads. Chelsea was confused, as she could tell they were all quite amused by her question and she couldn’t understand why.

Brian pushed Freddie, who breathed heavily before walking closer to Chelsea. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them softly.

“Darling” dramatic pause, as if he needed the same air someone needs before jumping into a pool “your boyfriend locked himself in the fucking cupboard” the others giggled and Chelsea could see that John and Brian were struggling to contain the laughter.

“What?” it was the only thing that came out from Chelsea’s mouth, as she could feel the chuckles growing bigger in her chest. Without adding anything, Brian took her by the arm and guided her to the room right next, where they used to keep the food.

As they all stepped in, Chelsea noticed that the cupboard had been emptied and she started to seriously believe that Roger was there. The situation was starting to get funnier minute by minute.

“Now Roger, tell Chelsea that you’re in there so she will finally see what a fucking idiot you are” Freddie screamed in front of the cupboard.

“You fucking called her, you fucking prick!” Roger’s voice squeaked from the inside and that was enough for Chelsea to let go as she started laughing out loud.

“Baby are you being serious?” she tried to say between the laughter, as she was pressing her hand on her tummy and wiping away a tear from her eye.

“Yeah honey. I’m sorry you had to witness this, but I’m not going to give up. That song is so fucking amazing and they’re just being assholes”

“Roger, it’s a song about a car” John said, crashing his palm on his forehead.

“About fucking a car, if I may add” Chrissie commented chuckling.

“That’s not true! What the fuck are you talking about?” Roger shouted and his voice came out raspier and he sounded like an angry Chihuahua. Chelsea covered her mouth trying not to laugh again.

“With my hand on your grease gun?! Really?” Brian sighed, mocking Roger’s voice. Mel and Mary were basically rolling on the floor.

“It’s a metaphor Brian!” Roger shouted again and probably hit the wooden door of the cupboard with his fist.  

“Okay, okay” Chelsea said between the giggles, as she waved her arms in the air to stop the ‘fight’ “just give me five minutes” she added and, with a slight movement of her head, she invited the others to exit the room.

When she was left alone, she turned around and faced the cupboard. She slowly walked towards hit and gently knocked on the door.

“Rog, can you come out please?” Chelsea tried to resist, but a burst of small laughter left her lips.

“No. At least not now that you’re laughing at me” he whined like a child and made it harder for Chelsea to try to hold it on.

“Oh c’mon baby! I’m laughing at you because you’re acting like a bloody child” not hearing any response, she sighed out loud and took a few steps away “I can’t believe you are like this! We finally reached a new kind of connection, we’re basically” a married couple, her subconscious added, but she stopped, afraid that the word wedding would have driven Roger crazy; she cleared her throat before going on with her speech “I mean, we’ve never been so close. And a moment later you lock yourself inside a fucking cupboard. Just when I thought you had become an adult…” as she finished the sentence, she heard the wood squeaking behind her so she turned around to see Roger stepping out and that caused a new wave of laughter.

“I have a few questions, if you don’t mind and if you fucking stop laughing” Roger said between the chuckles as he walked towards Chelsea. She stood there with challenge written in her eyes and her arms crossed on her chest. He noticed that she was still wearing his flannel and that her hair was still moisty because of the rain.

Approaching her, he took off his own sweater and put it on her shoulders, hugging her tight in his arms as he covered her with both, his sweatshirt and his warm body.

“First of all, do you really think I’m not mature? I mean, that I’m a grown-up child?” Chelsea could feel his voice echoing in his chest while her ear was pressed there; she leaned her chin on his sternum to look up at him.

“Rog, I love you because you’re a grown-up child. I only said that because I know you too well and I was sure you would have stepped out” she sincerely smiled and he did the same.

“Okay, but” and he placed his index finger on Chelsea’s lips because she was already trying to respond without letting him finish “why did you say we finally have a new connection? What does that even mean?” Roger mocked her tone and drew the quotation marks in the air with his fingers. Chelsea shook her head and placed her forehead on his chest.

“Roger” she closed her eyes and sighed “I was talking about the fact that we finally have sex without the bloody condom” she let her arms fall on her sides and Roger was left speechless. Then a little smirked slowly formed on his lips.

“Before you start with your dirty jokes, let me tell you this: for me it’s a new kind of connection. It’s something quite special, because you’ve been the first one in that sense and” Chelsea stopped for a minute; the idea of spending the rest of her life with Roger never left her mind since he took her to see their apartment, but she was kind of scared, not knowing if Roger felt the same about the whole let’s get married thing; she sighed and finished her sentence “I really hope you’ll be also the last one. If you know what I mean” Roger hands were rubbing her lower back and they both could feel the air starting to get more electric. But this time it wasn’t lust or excitement, it was something different.

In those simple words, Roger found all the confidence he needed for his proposal and when he leaned down to kiss her he shivered under her touch. Chelsea noticed and smiled on his lips, pulling him closer by putting her hands behind his neck. They were so lost in their own little world that they didn’t even hear Freddie’s coughs.

He turned around to look at the others with a shocked face, but as a response he just received some shoulders’ scrolls and hushed giggles. Freddie grunted and loudly cleared his throat.

“Do you need something? Maybe a bedroom? Not gonna say a condom since you don’t use one anymore” he said and the couple immediately pulled away after his words left his mouth. Chelsea blushed while Roger’s jaw clenched.

“Who gave you the right to just stay there and listen to our fucking private life?” the blond spitted, trying to get a step closer to Freddie, but Chelsea stopped him.

“Relax darling, I was just joking. I just would like to know if we are to expect something coming. Like a little monster that’s half you and half Chelsea. Basically the devil…” this time Chelsea laughed a little and Roger relaxed, finally smiling.

“We’re too young to have a baby, Fred!” Chelsea commented, putting her arm behind Roger’s back.

At those words Mel’s heart started beating faster and she was sure someone had seen her shifting in on her feet and clenching her jaw. The others were starting to talk about Roger’s song again, but the words came hushed and distant to her ears, as she found Chrissie’s eyes.

“Now!” the redhead mouthed and Melissa knew she was right.

She took the chance while everyone was deep into conversation to reach out with her hand to find John’s arm. She pulled the sleeve to his shirt, like a child would do with a parent and tried to contain her nervousness as she looked at him slowly turning towards her, a big smile on his face.

She tilted her head to the corridor, gesturing him to follow her and he did, the smile turning into grin. She dragged him by his sleeve out of the barn, under the now pouring rain and into the house, only to rest once they were in the living room and they had locked the door behind them.

As Melissa was turning on her heels after locking the door, John’s arms were already circling her from behind and he began to slowly kiss her neck.

She escaped from his grip, leaving him with a confused expression on his face “Did that bother you��?” he cautiously asked.

“Oh no honey,” she rushed to say “it’s just… I have to tell you something and I need to be completely on hold of myself to do that”

John furrowed his eyebrows “Is it something good or bad?” he asked leaning on the table behind him and crossing his arms on his chest.

You know what? I really don’t know…

“It depends…” she decided to say.

“…on what?” John was starting to feel worried about it. Melissa moved her eyes to the floor: on how you’re gonna take it, she thought.

“Mel, you’re scaring me… Will you just tell me what the hell is going on?”

She puffed and started frantically walking up and down the room, rubbing the back of her head, until John grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him

“Christ, Mel you’re driving me crazy!” he blurted out as she stopped right in front of him and locked eyes with him: he could see the uncertainty inside her eyes.

John’s expression softened and he brought a hand to cup her cheek and rub it gently with his thumb. She leaned into his touch and raised her hand to take his off her face and slowly bring it down to her stomach.

She studied his face, as she brought his hand lower and lower until she placed it on the bump at the bottom of her belly: she thought of how much it had grown since she had realized she was pregnant and she rejoiced to herself on how good she had been at hiding it with everyone always snooping around in the house and even with John with whom she was actually sleeping every night.

Melissa watched John’s face changing expression, from confusion to wonder and to incredulity at last: his eyebrows unfurrowed and his lips parted slightly when the realization hit his head.

“You… uhm… you’re,” he gulped and troubled to find the words and put together an actual sentence “…you are?” he managed to say.

Melissa was looking at him from underneath her eyelashes. She nodded slightly. John still had his lips parted and he moved his eyes down to his hand, still resting on Mel’s stomach: he moved it upward, dragging the edge of her loose shirt with it.

He felt a knot in his chest and tears threatening to fall at the sight of the bump he had surprisingly not noticed till then: how did I not notice? We sleep together every night and we’re always all over each other, he thought to himself.

He looked up, his lips curving into a smile, and he saw that Melissa was still looking down at where his hand was. He knelt down so that his face was right in front of her belly, wrapped his arms behind her thighs and placed a small kiss right under her belly button.

When he looked up again, he saw that a smile had crept up on her face, so he smiled back and left another kiss and then another and another, until he heard her giggling and felt her hand on his hair, brushing it gently.

What did I do to deserve you? Melissa thought to herself, brushing his hair lovingly and sniffling, tears already watering her eyes.

John tilted his head and got up swiftly to cup her face with his hands, wiping away some tears that had escaped her eyelashes.

He was smiling so fondly at her, Melissa thought she could have melted and burst into endless sobbing just by the look of love he was giving her. John had tears in his eyes as well and seeing her like that, made him so emotional he was forcing himself not to cry, but a tear escaped his hold and fell on his cheek.

That sent Mel over the edge and tears started streaming down her face. John hurried to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to his chest. He slowly lulled her, slightly rocking their bodies right and left, as tears of joy were escaping from his eyes.

He was going to be a father.

“You know you must not cry, cause when you do I cry as well” Melissa muffled against his shirt, making him chuckle and sniffle.

“I know – I know” he hurried to say, his voice broken by the sniffles and the sighs “It’s all so overwhelming, darling, I’m sorry” he said, at last, bringing his hand up from her back to wipe away the tears and gain some control over his emotions.

“Don’t be. It’s a lot to take in” she mumbled and her voice died down as those last words left her mouth.

He pulled back from the hug to look at the girl in the eyes “You do not know how happy you made me” he said with a smile.

He already knew he loved her deeply but that revelation only exponentially increased his love for her: they were going to start a family. Their own family. And even if they were young and it would have been frowned upon that they were having a child outside marriage, he didn’t care. He loved Melissa with all his heart and in that moment he could not think of a single reason why that would have been a bad idea. Yeah, it was unexpected and certainly a huge responsibility, but he was so over the moon about it that the only thing he could do was picturing Melissa holding their child – that would have been nothing but gorgeous if they took anything from their mother - and smiling fondly at him.

Melissa looked up at him: he looked so precious and simply beautiful with wet cheeks and teary eyes that she would have wanted to remain hugged to him forever.

“So you’re not mad at me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

John furrowed “Mad at you? Why should I, honey?” he asked before placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

That loving gesture made Melissa smile slightly “I figured you’d be mad for having not told you sooner…” she admitted, looking away.

John studied her face “Well you could have told me sooner, but I’m definitely not mad about it” he smiled “But why didn’t you? I mean why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Melissa sighed looking up to him again “I – I was scared of your reaction.”

“What did you think would have happened? Me freaking out and leaving you alone?” he joked and when she looked down John realized he had scored.

“Do you not know me at all?” he asked between the amused and the hurt: how could she think he would have even considered leaving her?

Melissa was still avoiding his gaze “I do know you… But I wasn’t sure, okay?” she puffed “God I was so scared when they told me that I was pregnant I–” she hesitated and lifted her eyes to meet his. She sighed “-I honestly didn’t know what to do…”

She was about to look down again, when John placed a hand on her chin to raise it and force her to lock eyes with him “You should have come to me” he said in a serious tone, probably the most serious Melissa had ever heard coming from him.

“You’re right” she replied

He softened his expression “It’s okay, love. I’m here now” he smiled and softly kissed her on the lips “I’m gonna take care of you”

Melissa smiled back, sincerely relieved of having told him everything. In the back of her head she could hear her rational side, wondering what she would have done with him being away on tour during the oncoming fall, that roughly matched with her due date. She forced herself not to listen to that part of her mind, and focus on the moment.

She climbed on her tiptoes and kissed him gently and fondly.

When they parted John couldn’t stop smiling and he placed his hand on the bottom of her belly while keeping his eyes locked with hers “WE are gonna handle it together, the three of us”.

Melissa felt tears stinging the back of her eyes again “You cannot say things like that when I’m on the verge of crying every two minutes and a half”.

John chuckled and pulled her in for another hug “I love you” he said, his chin resting on her head and his hand rubbing her back.

Melissa smiled against his chest “I love you too”.

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[ravensplots]

                                   hi everyone!! it’s my first time posting on these tags, i used to play only in portuguese the last four or five years, so now ’m searching for new partners to roleplay in english -- or even spanish -- with me. my name is lola (or dottie, or raven), i’m from brazil, i play f/m or f/f plots and i can be the male or female characters. below the read more there are the plots i’m craving for, but i accept other suggestions. hit the like if you’re interested, or chat me so we can talk. that’s it, and i hope you want to play with me <3

IMPORTANT: if you use Pedro Pascal as fc i’m going to love you forever <3 

» Plot 001: Secret Affair

MUSE A is daddy’s little princess, youngest daughter, golden girl, little darling in the family. One night with her girl friends, she got really drunk and ended up having a one night stand with MUSE B, an older and unknown man. Both thought they would never see each other again, until they met at MUSE A daddy’s company party. The man came from a poor family, started with a low job role, and now he just got his boss’ attention so he could show he is a great worker and he is about to become the CEO, but the attraction he feels for his boss’ daughter might end with his chances to get a higher position on the company. And the girl doesn’t seem to make it easy, always teasing him and giving him hard times using bikinis and sendind naughty pictures while he’s at a reunion in the same room as her father. For the dad, MUSE A is untouchable, so now MUSE B has to dedice between give in to the attraction he feels, or his job. 

i’m going to play with MUSE A and fc probably going to be sophie turner (other options: katherine langford, alisha boe, naomi scott or kristine froseth)

suggestions for MUSE B: Pedro Pascal (pretty please!!!!) or maybe jeremy renner, joseph morgan or james franco

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» Plot 002: Different Light

MUSE A is the naughty student who has a bad reputation at school and MUSE B is the newly divorced teacher, very sexy, smart and mysterious, maybe a Literature teacher who always has a book on his hands and talks about poetry very passionately. MUSE A feels really attracted to him and is always flirting and teasing him, even though he seems not interested at all. Maybe he was not in the beginning, because she seemed to be interested in him just for a fetish, but then they started talking a lot, having deep conversations and sharing secrets, and now he is seeing a vulnerable side of her and suddenly started to see her in a different light. 

could be high school or college;

i’m going to play as MUSE A and the fc probably is going to be: sophie turner, camila queiroz, kristine froseth, alisha boe, melissa benoist, emeraude toubia

suggestions for MUSE B: pedro pascal (yes, again, please!!!), bradley cooper, kit harington, ethan hawke, robert downey jr, mark ruffalo, richard madden, joseph morgan, jeremy renner, james franco, dave franco

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» Plot 003: Hot for Teacher 

MUSE A hates school and has terrible grades. MUSE B is the teacher who is trying to help her by being the person who is always pushing her to be a better student and person. She doesn’t see things the same way and thinks the teacher just has a peeve or personal problem with her, and that’s why she hates him and is rude to him everytime, making him not like her so much either. They now hate each other, until they were stuck at a room during a storm and they found out all that hate turned into a very strong sexual attraction. 

could be high school or college;

i’m going to play as MUSE A and the fc probably is going to be: sophie turner, camila queiroz, kristine froseth, alisha boe, melissa benoist, emeraude toubia

suggestions for MUSE B: pedro pascal (yes, again, please!!!), bradley cooper, kit harington, ethan hawke, robert downey jr, mark ruffalo, richard madden, joseph morgan, jeremy renner, james franco, dave franco

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if you want to roleplay with me but with another plot, just chat me. but i’d love if you agree to roleplay one of those.

i apologize for any english mistakes, it’s not my first language and there’s so much time i don’t roleplay in english, i’m just trying to practice so i hope you can help me <3

[mildlywitty]

You've All Decided Whatnow?

Stiles was running a little bit late to the pack meeting, he knew that. But he'd gotten distracted after school by reading some weird tome Deaton had lent him to help with his spark or something and had forgotten to set an alarm.

Whatever though. It wasn't like he was going to be an hour late or anything. Just fifteen minutes. And he'd even sent a text to Derek when he realized he was late at all so the cavalry wouldn't break into his house uninvited just in case he'd been kidnapped.

He pulled into his usual spot between Melissa's car and Jackson's Porsche and bound up the steps of the rebuild step two at a time.

“Sorry I'm late,” he called as he opened the door. He kicked his shoes off and put them on the only rack spot available. He didn't even notice the lack of voices in his hurry to get in and get the meeting started.

Weekly pack meetings had been a thing for a few years now, even at times like now when there wasn't a new monster terrorizing Beacon Hills. They'd probably get updated on the current threat level and rumors going around then cobble something together for dinner and watch a few movies. Occasionally Derek got a hair up his ass to do some extra training, but he usually just called a separate meeting for all the weres if he was in the mood for that.

Stiles stepped around the doorway and froze. Everyone was squished together on a few of the sofas, all looking way more serious than a social meeting called for, and all of them staring at him. His skin broke out in goosebumps, and the hair on his neck prickled.

“Hey,” he said carefully, entirely unsure what was going on. A quick look showed everyone was watching him, even the non-weres, which meant it probably wasn't something wolfy related. Maybe fae or witchy in nature then? “What's up guys?”

“Stiles, please have a seat,” Derek said, pointing to a plush chair that had been set up across from everyone else, “We all wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Is this because I was late,” Stiles asked. He walked to the chair slowly, making sure to keep his eyes on everyone, and sank onto the very edge of it slowly. “Because that was totally my bad. I knew we were having a meeting but I started reading that book Deaton gave me and...”

“Don't worry about it.” Scott interrupted, “It actually gave us a little more time to sort some stuff out.” Stiles' eyes jumped from person to person.

“What kind of stuff?” He could feel the dread filling his stomach. His hands clenched on the chair's arms.

“I told you this was the wrong way to do it,” Lydia's voice cut in. “I don't even have enhanced senses and I can tell we're freaking him out.” Stiles looked at her and she gave him a small reassuring smile.

“I think you overestimate the social abilities of our little group,” Peter replied. “Half of us definitely think staring someone into submission is a form of flirting.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. Stiles snorted.

“But I can assure you, Stiles, that you aren't in any trouble. We simply have a,” Peter paused, his eyes caught Stiles' and held them, “proposition we wanted to extend to you.”

“Kinky,” Stiles said. Scott, Lydia, Isaac, and Jackson snorted. Derek got a thoroughly constipated look on his face. Peter and Erica each gave a grin that was all teeth. Meanwhile Boyd looked as stoic as ever, Allison looked as sweet as ever, and Danny looked as chill as ever. The group fell into a slightly tense silence.

“Each of us wants a chance to court you,” Derek said finally, after it seemed like nobody else was going to start speaking.

“You all want a chance to whatnow?” Stiles squeaked.

“Court you,” Peter helpfully supplied.

“But like half of you hate me,” Stiles objected.

“Pigtail pulling, darling,” Peter grinned. “And I can assure you that I'm not the only one doing so.” He gave a pointed look over at Isaac and Jackson.

“But like, all of you? Really?”

“Well, see, we've been talking,” Scott cut in, “and we all kind of like you. Like, we all want to date you or whatever. Like, sort of individually, but we thought we'd come to you as a group so you knew everyone wanted a chance.”

“Scott, you're madly in love with Allison. You two are like soulmates.”

Scott and Allison looked at each other and had a secret soulmates mind reading conversation before turning back to him.

“Stiles, we wanted to try courting you together, as a couple,” Allison said. “We both really care for you and would love to be with you.”

Stiles finally slumped back into his chair and stared at them all.

“So, what, we all just go on group dates or something?”

“We talked about it,” Danny spoke up, “but then decided against it. We figured nothing would actually get decided if we were all trying to catch your attention all at once.”

“So is there a schedule or something?”

“Of a sort,” Allison said.

“We drew straws,” Scott added.

“Okay. So I go on a bunch of dates with all of you. Then what?”

“Well, ideally you'll feel comfortable enough to tell the people you don't want to date that you don't want to date them.” Derek added. “We've all agreed that we'd step back if you told any of us that. We've got a list of rules.”

One of Stiles' eyebrows went up. “Rules?”

“Yeah, like not sabotaging dates,” Scott said, eying Peter. Peter merely sneered at him.

“And nothing ostentatious or over the top for dates and presents,” Boyd finally spoke up. “We were concerned the money imbalance in the group might hinder some of us.” Jackson huffed off to the side but said nothing. Lydia simply shrugged.

“I don't need money to be impressive,” she said.

“Presents?” Stiles asked.

“As per courting traditions, gifts may be given to the intended. We've limited ourselves to only one per date. No gifts allowed outside of dates except for traditional gift giving occasions like birthdays and Christmas,” Peter explained.

“Any other rules?” Stiles asked. Some of the shrugged.

“Not really?” Scott answered. “We figured there might be some added as we go along, but that's what we managed to come up with as a group.”

Stiles sat up in his chair. “Okay, well, I have some rules of my own then.” The group waited for him to continue. “We're friends and pack first, courting second. That means if I'm not on a date with you, don't act like we're dating, y'know? And don't be bitchy at each other either. We still have to have each other's backs.”

“Agreed,” Derek said, accompanied by general murmurs of agreement from the others.

“Good. Also, no possessive werewolf bullshit. That means no scent marking or anything like that. If you try anything weird, I'll spray you with water.”

The group was silent.

“And also, it's cool you guys decided an order or whatever, but you still have to ask me for each date. And this whole dating thing could be put on halt at any time if something is trying to kill us or big school things come up. And no dates on my dad's days off.”

More murmurs of agreement.

“Alright, cool. And lastly, I want Chris Argent as my chaperone.”

The group exploded in noise.

[evanstandefensesquad-blog]

Paper Moon Part 14

MB - @thecountessakasha - back again. Part 14 is here! There’s no smut, so apologies in advance.

Once again my deepest gratitude goes out to my really special love who keeps betaing this for me @evansscruff - thank you, darling.

A/N: Bucky and Steve end up at a venue that has a 40s night and meet an OFC, Melissa Rose, a singer in a local club. They both are smitten by her, and start to vie for her affections. They end up finding out more about themselves in the process.

This honestly started out as maybe a one shot but as I got going, I decided it’ll be chapters. How many? No frigging idea. This is my absolute first time writing a fic of any sort and yes I did base the OFC on myself. I hope y'all enjoy.

Word count: 3000+ because I am a wordy bitch.

Warnings: Moderate angst. And as always, a lil fluff.

STEVE’S POV

Seven heads turn at the sound of my voice. Seven sets of eyes focus on the three of us as we stand together; Bucky and I on either side of Melissa, both of us holding her hands. I can feel her starting to tremble. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Natasha is the first one to respond. “Hey to you.” She immediately hops up from Clint’s lap and comes over to us, holding out her hand to Melissa.

“I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat. You must be Melissa. I’ve heard an awful lot about you.”

Melissa hesitates but finally takes Natasha’s outstretched hand, clasping it gently. “Oh! All good things I hope.” Her face brightens with one of her stunning smiles, relaxing a little as Natasha releases her hand.

“Are you kidding? These boys have nothing but good things to say when it comes to you.” She slides her arm around Melissa’s shoulders, leading her further into the room to introduce her to the others.

Bucky and I exchange relieved looks. Thank God for Nat. One by one, Melissa meets those gathered here. Natasha guides her expertly, seeming protective of her already, and making sure the others take note of that.

Melissa is her charming self, of course. Already making Sam and Bruce laugh. Already making Tony chuckle, matching his wit. Vision seems fascinated by her gregarious nature and her accent.

Wanda and Clint are grilling her about how she’s settling into the city. Leaving her momentarily in their capable hands, Natasha makes her way back to me and Buck. “She’s absolutely lovely, guys. I adore her already. It’s obvious the others do, too.”

She pauses, then looks at the both of us. “Now. Are you going to tell everyone about you two, or are you waiting to see how they react to you sharing her?”

I give a soft sigh and Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus, Natalia. Don’t you think this is hard enough? Can’t we just get through this part first?”

“Normally I’d agree with you, Barnes. However…” She pulls out her phone and brings up Twitter. Sure enough, there’s already gossip about Bucky and I being seen together. Alone. Away from the tower. Just like we predicted. “And everyone here has seen this.” Looking from Bucky to me she adds pointedly, “Everyone.”

I nudge Bucky’s shoulder before moving toward the collection of sofas where everyone is surrounding Melissa. “Well, I guess we need to have a ‘come to Jesus meeting’, right?”

Natasha quirks an eyebrow up at my phrase as Bucky chuckles lowly, “Yeah, I guess we do.” He follows me over with Natasha right behind him.

“Alright, alright everyone. Can we have our best girl back now?” I’m grinning at Melissa, shooing Clint and Wanda away so Bucky and I can sit on either side of her. When we’re all seated again, I look at Bucky, then at Melissa. I link her fingers through mine and Bucky does the same with her other hand.

“Now that everyone had gotten acquainted, there’s something Bucky and I need to tell you guys.” I can feel Melissa squeezing my hand reassuringly while Bucky reaches around her shoulders to rub my upper arm with his free hand.

I shoot Natasha a worried look and she nods, letting me know that it’s alright. After taking a deep breath, my voice comes out low and shaky. “I’m sure you’ve all seen the social media buzz about me and Buck. So, in order to stave off confusion, we’re here to tell you that, yes. Bucky and I are together.”

We get a few brows raises, mainly from Bruce, and Vision. Natasha, Clint, Sam, Wanda, and Tony don’t seem surprised at all. Melissa leans in and places a soft kiss on my cheek. I press on. “There’s something else. We’re together. But we’re together with Melissa as well.”

Now, Sam, Bruce and Tony all look a little baffled. Wanda, Clint, and Natasha are grinning widely. Vision is still lost.

Bucky laughs a little, clearly amused by everyone’s various rollercoaster reactions. He slides an arm around Melissa’s waist and I can feel her starting to shrink back against us since no one has really responded. My arm joins his around her.

Bucky leans over and whispers something to Melissa. She blushes brightly and squeezes my hand.

Sam’s voice echoes. “Are you happy?”

“Yes. We are.” All three of us answer at the same time, prompting a chuckle from the girls and Clint.

Sam shrugs, “Then that’s all I care about.” He claps his hands together. “So when are we going to get to hear her sing?” His eyes land on Melissa, a big open smile on his face.

She clears her throat nervously. “O-oh. Well, I have a show tomorrow night. I’d love if y'all came out. I can arrange some reserved tables with the owner.”

Tony comes around the sofa and extends a hand to her. When she takes it, he covers it with his other hand, “We’d all love to be there.” He gives her a quick wink, “As long as they have a good single malt on hand, of course.”

Melissa gives him a small smirk, her mouth opening to answer him with some smart ass comment I’m sure, but another voice is heard.

“They have a lovely sixteen year old Lagavulin, as a matter of fact.” Bucky’s tone is low and he tightens his grip on Melissa as he speaks. I can feel his irritation.

Tony’s eyes slide to Bucky and he releases Melissa’s hand. “Calm down there, Tin Man. I’m not going to try to steal her.” He gives a low huff, sounding like a small laugh, “Unless she wants to be stolen.”

Melissa snorts, “Listen here, coullion, you couldn’t handle me anyhow.” She hooks her thumbs over her shoulders, indicating Bucky and me. “Why you think I got two super soldiers?”

Silence. Most everyone looks stunned for a moment, except for Natasha and Clint who are actively trying not to bust their seams. Tony starts laughing, hard. Melissa does, too and then everyone else joins in. “Oh my god, she’s fucking great. You two have your hands full.”

“Just how we like it.” I’m still laughing a bit as I give Bucky a punch on his arm, and a “come on, man” look. He just shrugs it off.

BUCKY’S POV

Alright. I need to calm down. Tony didn’t mean anything by that. I’m going to have to get used to people flirting with my dame. That’s all.

“Do you guys mind if we show her around the tower now? I’m sure she’s dying to see the rest of it.” I brush Melissa’s hair back from her shoulder, looking to Steve. I can sense she’s still a little uncomfortable with the attention she’s receiving right now. And so am I.

Natasha pops up, “Only if you promise Wanda and I can take her out with us soon.” She sends a wink to Melissa, “Girl stuff.”

“I’d love that.” Melissa stands from the sofa, flashing an eager smile to Nat and Wanda. Looking down to Steve and me, she clears her throat. “Well, boys. Let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

I’m on my feet quickly, grasping her hand in mine. We both look to Steve as he stands, grinning. “Yes ma'am.” He grabs her free hand and we all move toward the elevators.

A loud chorus of goodbyes follows as the doors close leaving the three of us in the quiet for the moment. I reach out and pull Melissa to me tightly, burying my face in her hair. Why do I feel so possessive of her? Why do I feel like she could disappear any second?

Steve watches us as I wrap her up in my arms. She links one arm around my waist resting her head on my chest, her other arm extending out toward Steve, pulling him closer.

I feel a deep sigh emanate from her and after a few moments I hear her voice, soft and small. “I think that went rather well, don’t y'all?”

“Sure seemed like it to me, Maîtresse.” Steve has a little smile gracing his lips as he leans down to kiss her forehead.

She closes her eyes and keens into his gesture. Moving her hand to my chest she slides it down over and over, effectively petting me. “Bucky, honey. Are you alright?”

My left arm tightens around her a little, keeping her close as I card the fingers of my right hand through her hair. “Of course, Angel. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Her expression shows she doesn’t buy that. Neither does Steve. They share a quick glance. “I don’t know, baby boy. You just seem on edge is all.” The elevator stops at that moment, opening to the hallway where our bedrooms are.

Steve tugs her hand insistently. “C’mon, dollface. Time to see our bunks.” A quiet giggle bubbles up from her before she follows him out. I’m trailing a little behind, admiring the two of them. He quickly opens his door for her and allows her to enter first. He’s right on her heels as I follow him inside.

Closing the door behind us, I rest against it and cross my arms. A small smirk plays at my lips watching her explore the room. She’s peppering Steve with questions, and he’s trying to answer her as quick as she’s asking. They are so goddamn cute together.

She finds a drawing he has framed sitting on his desk. “What’s this?” Her fingers gingerly hold it, examining it closely.

“Something I drew during the war shortly after I was sent to the European theater before I saw action.” Steve nods in my direction. “Before I found Buck. I felt like a dancing monkey, performing for others with no control over my own life.”

Melissa’s brows furrow together as she listens. She sets the picture back down reaching out for him, wrapping her smaller frame around his much larger one. Resting her head against his chest, she rubs small circles against his back. “And how do you feel now? About your place in this world?”

With a heavy sigh, he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap. “It’s hard, honestly. I still feel like part of me is a performance artist. Yes, I’m obviously able to do good things and make change in the world and protect what I love. But most people can’t separate Steve Rogers and Captain America.”

I push off the door and stride over to them, sitting next to Steve on the bed. “It’s hard to separate the two because so much of you is in the persona. There would never be a Captain America if you weren’t who you are. No one else could be Captain America quite like you, Stevie boy.”

He’s embarrassed. His cheeks flush pink and he shakes his head, looking down. “I’m just a normal guy.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s true at all, darlin’.” Melissa brushes her thumb across his lower lip. “You’re nothing short of spectacular.” His eyes meet hers and they hold each other’s gaze. He breaks the moment by nipping at the pad of her thumb then sucking it into his mouth. She squeaks in surprise then lets out a giggle that ends in a soft moan.

“I could be happy the rest of my life just hearing you make those sounds for me.” Now it’s her turn to blush, and she does that so beautifully.

Shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper, “Steven, you don’t know me well enough to talk in such terms.”

I reach out capturing her chin in my hand to turn her face to mine, “Don’t think he says that lightly. I was just thinking the same thing.”

“C’mon, you two. It’s barely been a week. Y'all can’t say that. Y'all shouldn’t feel like that about me. I’m in no way worthy of those kinds of declarations.”

Leaning in, I press my lips to hers, softly at first then with more pressure, more passion. Her fingers slide up into the hair at the back of my neck, tugging gently. As the kiss deepens, Steve leans in, murmuring against the skin of her neck. “Melissa, do you understand where Bucky and I are coming from? We’ve waited so long. So long to really start our lives. It’s as if everything clicked into place when we met you.”

She sighs against my mouth, seemingly content in this moment. Her fingers tug at my strands again, and her other hand seeks out Steve’s as he continues. “We want you. We want each other. We want this. But more than that, we need this. To make us complete. Don’t you feel that? Don’t you feel whole now, here, with us?”

After a minute or two she pulls away from me and stands from Steve’s lap. She starts to pace, wringing her hands. Finally she stops and looks at the two of us. “Yes. I do. I feel whole. I feel centered. Like I’ve found my place in this world.”

“Then what’s the problem, angelface?” I stand up and she steps back putting her hands on her hips.

“Jesus Christ, Bucky! What’s the problem? The problem is that you, you two are Avengers! You two are super soldiers! Everyone knows you! Everyone wants a piece of you!”

Steve and I are both taken aback at her outburst. She doesn’t stop. “I am a regular, every day nobody. Lower than that, even. I’m an old, fat, divorced Southern woman, who sings in a fucking nightclub. THAT is not likely something to go unnoticed by the general population. Not to mention the fact that we haven’t even known each other for a week yet!”

I grab her wrists, stilling her wildly gesturing hands and pulling her against my chest, growling lowly. “Goddammit, woman. You are so hard-headed.”

She’s frowning at me now, but there’s no way I’m stopping. “You are beautiful, gregarious, generous, kind, funny, talented, whip smart, and no nonsense. You have this amazing ability to make anyone feel comfortable no matter the situation. You are at times shy then on a dime you’re one of the most confident people I’ve ever met. You’re this bright ray of sunshine then I’ll see the storm clouds roll in and I can feel the darkness you hide. You are an enigma I want to spend the rest of my life figuring out.”

She gasps, her eyes widening as she stares at me, frozen in my hold.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for someone just like you? How long he’s waited? Do you even fathom what this means for Steve and me? Surely you must have some idea. You’ve waited a long time for us, too.” I pause, finding her dazzling green eyes shimmering with tears. “Haven’t you, Melissa?”

Her mouth drops open at my words as Steve makes a small sound of agreement. Her eyes shift between the two of us. Finally, after a long, drawn out, deafening silence comes a soft sigh. “Mes amours.”

MELISSA’S POV

They want me. They truly want me. I can’t believe…

… this can’t be real.

My eyes move back and forth between them. They’re watching me closely, perhaps afraid I’ll have another outburst. Bucky pulls me into him, crashing our chests together as I stand between his legs.

I stare into those fathomless blue pools - they weaken me like nothing in this world ever has. “I know that you both have your own issues. I have them, too. The last thing I’d ever want to do is compound yours by adding mine to the mix.” I stroke my fingers through the hair at Bucky’s temple and he closes his eyes with a small sigh that I savor.

“It’s something we probably need to talk about, I don’t want you caught off guard when I have another panic attack, or a serious depressive episode, or maybe something involving my physical ailments. I ain’t like your other girls. I’m older. I have health problems. I can’t have children… I.. I’m sorry.” I shake my head sadly. “I’ve had some fucked up shit happen in my life that colors how I see myself and this world.”

My eyes land on Steve and he’s watching me with a look of unadulterated adoration. With my fingers still in Bucky’s hair, reach out with my other hand, brushing Steve’s cheek with my thumb.

“What I’m saying is I don’t wanna be a burden.” I close my eyes willing the tears away. “I’m tryin’ real hard not to bleed on y'all, you know?”

Bucky falls back and pulls me with him down onto the bed, bouncing as I land on top of him. He’s so warm beneath me, so comfortable. He slides his hands down my sides tracing my curves appreciatively, releasing a low growl that gives me goosebumps. I nuzzle my cheek against his chest and look over at Steve who smiles down at the two of us.

“Get over here you precious little shit.” I reach out to him grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him down with us. I snake my arm around him as he falls down beside our bodies, cuddling into Bucky’s side.

He raises a large hand to cup my cheek and then flashes me one of those blindingly bright Steve smiles. “Whatever happens, Melissa, we’ll deal with it. You are too important to us, this is too important to us. We can’t lose you. Not now, not ever.” His voice is calm, soft, and reassuring.

I feel like my heart is in my throat and when Bucky presses his forehead against my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck, I instantly relax. Soft, plump lips brush my skin, voice so low the timbre barely above a whisper. “Bleed on me. I can take it. I want it.” I feel his teeth against my neck, nipping sharply. “Bleed on me, Angel.”

The departure in how they each respond to what I’ve said is startling. The intent is clearly the same. The approach, however, is vastly different.

The light and the dark.

It’s barely been a week. A whirlwind of a week, mind you. The most insane week thus far in my entire existence.

I am comfortable with them. I am home with them. I feel happy and protected and desired and … loved. It’s then I realize that I can never spend another day in this life without them. I simply cannot.

Mon Soleil et Ma Lune.

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