#I'm still behind in my classes but I just sat at the computer and did homework for like three hours and it came out good

[whenthegoldrays]

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#okay so! #I'm still behind in my classes but I just sat at the computer and did homework for like three hours and it came out good #and the email I wrote in tears actually helped me because my prof said she won't deduct points for lateness just this once #and I also have some new projects to do at work tomorrow and I actually *may* get to bed at a semi-respectable time tonight #so maybe all is not lost 🩵 #elly's posts

[purplekiwis]

You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...

Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅

THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE

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Hands.

His were artful,

Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.

The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.

The hands of a lover,

Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.

I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.

I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”

“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”

My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”

“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”

“Thanks,” I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”

He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”

While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.

I was a Product Design student.

Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.

In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.

None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.

That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.

This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.

His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.

I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.

He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.

That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.

“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”

He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.

I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”

Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…

Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.

I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.

“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”

“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”

My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”

I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”

The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”

He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.

“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”

“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”

He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”

I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”

“I’m 27, you?”

“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”

His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”

“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”

“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”

“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”

I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”

“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”

“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”

“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”            

I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”

“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop.  Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.

“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”

His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”

“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”

“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”

He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”

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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.

I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.

We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.

“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…

I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.

“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”

“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.                                         

“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”

The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”

“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”

“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”

“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”

“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”

“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”

“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”

“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”

I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”

Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”

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I hope you guys liked this first part 💜

PART 2

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[hrts4wonu]

minghaos who takes his time when drawing any portrait of you, making sure to get every detail of your beauty

a/n: oh my god jasmine??? i just started reading your fanfics last night and let me tell you, i was so damn obsessed; i'm not sure if this is a hard thought or anything but i did try to make it smut (with a little bit of fluff and comfort)

wc: 1.7k

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today was like any other day. well, not technically. today was your boyfriend's project's due date. he was supposed to draw a portrait of the person that means a lot to him; though he first thought of his very own mother, he remembered the first few words you said when you met him.

(flashback)

those few sweet words that came out of your mouth like it was nothing; "i love your artstyle, maybe you should draw your future girlfriend, yeah?" you chuckle as he turned to look at you. "pardon?" he says, a little confused.

"i'm talking about me, hao." he laughs at your straightforwardness and displays a warm smile at you while he remains seated.

you laugh along comfortably, sitting next to him while staring at the canvas that was filled with colorful strokes of red, orange, yellow, blue and pink. "you assume too much, don't y'think?" he teased as he cups your cheeks, tucking your hair behind your ear. "well, you never know, do you?" both of you chuckle together before he picks up his paintbrush and finishes his artwork.

(end of flashback)

that was long ago, yet, the memory itself never fails to melt his heart. though, he couldn't deny; he has drew you before. a couple of times actually.

the problem was, all of them just seemed bad to him. he doodled and sketched your face everyday in class; thinking that everytime he drew you with a different pen or pencil, his sketches get more terrible each day. (and yet he still managed to get good grades even though he doesn't pay attention in class because he's always drawing you)

and so, he never showed you, until you found his sketchbook in his room on your 5th monthsary. he was pretty embarrassed about it, but your praises on his drawings were enough to boost his ego and confidence.

while he quietly sits down on his chair, staring into his computer, he slowly turns to look at you with a nervous smile on his face.

"darling," he starts off, standing up and approaching you on the bed. you hum in response, dropping your phone and looking back at him. "do you want to become my reference? it's for an art project."

you nod, changing your position on the bed. "what do you need me to wear? a dress, or--"

"need you nude, baby." the temptation from his voice was enough to electrify something inside of you; feeling a bit flustered from what he said. "..if you're comfortable with it, of course. i wouldn't want to make myself look like i'm into creepy things like this, yeah?" he adds. "if you really don't wanna, it's fi--"

"mm." you shook your head no. "it's fine," though it seemed aberrant to minghao (because of how much of a gentleman he is), the longing ache in you was basically killing you.

a few minutes later, you slowly got out of the bathroom with a robe on. you were nervous of him judging you, the way your body was built, your skin tone, or maybe that was just your neediness that's getting to you.

he puts on a smile and gives you a warm hug, "take it off when you're ready, hm?" minghao whispers in your ear, leaving a small kiss.

you nod, "yeah."

minghao slowly lets go and stands behind his canvas; squeezing out all the paint onto his palette. he quickly grabs his paintbrush and starts speaking up once more, "hey," he sat down on the tiny chair. "there's still time to back out if you're really not into thi--"

"minghao? is there something wrong?" you throw your robe to the side, crossing your arms which squished your tits from below a bit.

he shook his head, "no, not at all." he looks away and focuses back on his canvas.

minghao couldn't help but stare at you for a bit longer, he didn't know what to say or do at all. it's not like there is a problem- it's that you're there, with no clothes on, and you're on full display.

but besides that, you're gorgeous.

absolutely admirable and so, so, so, so, so beautiful. to him and only him. maybe even to the whole world.

countless hours pass by and minghao was finally done with his work, "baby?" he stands up and dusts his hands off.

"did you fall aslee- oh." you quietly let out muffled moans as you try fingering yourself on the sofa; if only you could see the greed and devotion in his eyes while he painted your figure, he would've dropped his paintbrushes to the floor and take care of you already.

the sweet smile on his face disappears and instead turns into a wicked yet sinister smirk.

minghao cups your cheeks. "let me help you baby, yeah?" he coos, crouching down to give you a soft kiss on the lips before falling onto his knees.

"p-please.." you beg, withdrawing your hand from your pussy but before you could wipe it on the couch, minghao grabs it and slides it in his mouth, licking your small digits that were unlike his long, veiny hands. "hao.." you whine at the sight.

"what is it, pretty girl?" he places his hands on both of your thighs, spreading them apart. "need me?"

you nod. "i've been longing, hao."

he starts kissing your inner thighs; wet lips enough to get you even wetter than you were 10 seconds ago. though your legs were now resting on his shoulder, he still had a firm grasp on them. his nails dug onto your skin, leaving temporary crescent-shaped nail marks onto them.

"so have i, darling." he replies, leaning in towards your pussy, his nose bumping with your clit.

you whine when you feel the pleasure; it's overwhelming, yes, but it feels so good that you can't even utter a single word. not even a single one, the only thing you can let out is a moan.

he licks your pussy's lips and starts eating you out, the sweet taste not leaving his tongue. "f..fuck, hao,"

"mind your language or i'm gonna leave you aching on this sofa, y/n." he threatens and you slightly look away in embarrassment when you saw his bloodthirsty eyes darken in lust. "you wouldn't want that, would you?" he leans back, away from you as the wind's cold breeze comes in contact with your skin.

you shook your head no gently, replying to his question. "well, it's not like you could ever leave me hanging like that, hao." you tease.

he scoffs; "there's always a first time for everything, sweetheart. you should know that." he stood up and quickly switches your position in missionary, pinning you down on the sofa and pressing your legs against your chest and his.

"but, hey." you look at him in confusion as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. it was long and veiny, t'was so outstanding and beautiful. something so out of this world. "contrary to what mingyu said before," he breathes, fixing his position on top of you as he leans close enough to your ear. "most of the greatest works of art don't know how great they are not because they're unreal, instead, it's because they don't see the talent in the artist's eyes that were enough to make the painting as appealing as it already is." his hot breath against your ear makes you tremble, "you're just like an artwork, you know?" he teases.

"really?" he nods. "you think so?" your cute puppy eyes, begging and pleading for his angry, red tip was enough to send him to the edge but as punishment, he will make you wait longer.

after a few more minutes of teasing, he finally gives in and thrusts inside of you.

you moan loudly, holding onto his body, yet it seemed so unfair because you were basically naked and he still had his shirt on. "mm.." he looks at you, stopping his thrusting as he felt a little confused.

"what is it, hm?" you slowly tug at his shirt and he finally gets it. "ah, i see." he smirks and takes his shirt off.

he goes back to thrusting inside of you and you let out another moan, "m-mmh!"; he grunts as he thrusts even harder, not stopping for even a breath.

you squirm, putting your hand over your mouth to keep your mouth shut yet you can't help yourself but moan even louder. he notices this and he stops for a moment, leaving you hanging which made you ache for more (though it's not like he could pull out because your pussy was basically sucking him back in), grabbing your hand pinning them over your head as he fucks into you.

"h..hao!" you moan loudly as you felt him hitting that 'sweet spot' inside of you. "hao.." you breathe, starting to pant as your legs start trembling. "i-.. i'm so close.." you whine continuously as his hand lets go of your wrists, traveling down to your nipples.

he rubs them gently, leaning in and licking them clean. minghao does the same for the other breast making you moan and yearn for more;

"i..i'm gonna cum, please.." you beg.

"please what, baby?" he smirks, pulling his lips away from your lips and staring into your doe eyes. "tell me," he starts. "tell me what you need, i'll give you everything. every single thing just for you, my lovely, pretty girl."

you look at him with desire and thirst. "need to cum, please.."

everything was testing him; no, no, no.. that's not the right word, is it? let's try that again-- everything was arousing him. it felt like you were tormenting eachother using their own bodies. everything was so tempting to him, he couldn't help but give in; "cum for me, princess," he says with a smirk on his face. "do it, make me proud, okay?"

it wasn't that long until you reach your climax and you came on his cock. he helps you ride your orgasm until he reaches his, planting his seed inside of you.

the both of you catch your breathes together before he pulls out of you and places a warm, loving kiss on your temple; "come on, let's clean you up, hm?" despite being exhausted, you shot him a smile and he stood up, carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. "mhm.." you manage to say, still trying to catch your breath from what had just happened.

"hao, i love you." you say, with a smile on your face as you return his kiss back, instead, this time it was on his lips. "i love you too, baby."

a/n 2: sorry this took so long,, i had work and i was slightly busy.. but anyways, i'm FINALLY done! it didn't turn out how i expected it to be yet i still think it's a little better than what i usually write. besides that, i'm really, really glad to make a minghao fanfic so please ask / request for more <3

#seventeen #smut #svt #svt x reader #svtcreations #seventeen hard hours #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen smut #minghao #seo myungho #the8 #xu minghao #seventeen the8 #the8 x reader #svt the8 #myungho #requests #requests open #reqs open #writing requests #requests are open #this was so hard to make but anyways..

[lost-walmartbag]

Kyle Broflozski x reader pt 4

Warning: Swearing

Background: You get back to your dorm from your night with Kyle and after your roommate, Heidi questions what happened last night you start to doubt if Kyle even wants to be with you.

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You walk back to your dorm after leaving Kyle's. You walk in quietly and tiptoe in. You close the door and put your shoes on the floor.

"Well well well," Heidi says with a laugh watching you walk in. "Looks like you had a fun night."

"It was nice but not in the way you think. I'm taking it slow this time." You say going into the bathroom.

"I guess that's best, but you got to keep him locked down." Heidi joked.

You poke your head back into the room and pout. "Do you think he'll date someone else?"

"W-what no it was a joke." Heidi tries to backtrack

"Ugh what if he does tho." You groan going back into the bathroom and taking a shower.

As the water hits you you start to think about whether Kyle really was willing to wait for you to speed things up. Then you thought about whether or not you and Kyle were official or not. Last night felt official but did Kyle think the same?

You finished your shower and changed leaving quickly to get to class. You rush to class and sit down not being able to focus on the lecture. You continued to think about Kyle and only Kyle.

It had only been a month since your breakup but you already really liked Kyle. It felt wrong to move on so quickly.

You leave class after it finishes and go to the cafeteria. You grab a coffee and sandwich then sat down at a table next to a window. You drink and eat while looking out the window.

You couldn't help but think of Kyle the entire time and how you shut him down last night. You wonder if that was the best choice considering how much you liked him.

You groan and stand up throwing away your drink and food in the trash. You walk all the way to Kyle's dorm and knock.

Kyle opens the door. When his eyes land on you he gives you a big smile. Before he could greet you, you crash your lips on his.

His eyes widen but he holds onto your waist and kisses back. You pull back and look at him breathing heavily and blushing.

"W-what was that about?" Kyle asked.

"Are we official?" You ask your face still close to his.

"W-what?"

"Last night I was flirting the entire time and then we got back here I didn't let you continue and I just don't want you to get bored and if you want to find someone else.." You ramble before Kyle lifts your head up and kisses your lips softly making you stop.

He pulls away after a second and smiles.

"Of course we're official. If you're ok with that." He says with a slight smirk.

"More than ok." You say leaning in for another kiss.

Stan lets out a loud cough making you look over Kyle's shoulder and see Stan sitting in front of the computer with his back to you. You blush a bit and let out a frustrated sigh.

"You ever going to class?" You ask with a frown.

"You ever gonna go to your own dorm? But hey I 'sleep through anything' so no big deal." Stan says with a smirk, his back still towards you.

Kyle's face turns red and he leads you out of the room closing the door behind him.

"So where were we?" He says cupping your cheek.

"Hmm, not here. Heidi isn't gonna be back until 10 tonight so we got a few hours alone in my dorm." You say wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a peck on the lips.

Kyle smiles softly and you lead him to your dorm.

A/N: Hey guys I was gone for a minute and I still won't be back to posting as frequently as I did so I'm so sorry. But anyways I hope you all liked it and as always love you all bye bye 🩷🩷🩷

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Monsters vs Aliens - Scott Lang X Daughter Reader

Title: Monsters vs Aliens

Scott Lang X Daughter Reader

Additional Characters: Natasha (Mentioned), Steve (Mentioned), Tony, Cassie, other students (Mentioned), Reader's mother (Mentioned), Principal (Mentioned), and Reader's friends

Requested by @chocotacobread!

WC: 1,749

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, Reader's mother's death mentioned, kind of depressing, movie reference, tests mentioned, threats, weapons mentioned, slight angst, and parental fluff

You slipped down the banister, hopping to the ground with ease. You smiled as your feet touched solid ground. You had been sliding down the stairs for a while -- since you were little. You weren't really allowed to do it, but your dad never stopped you. Your dad was Scott Lang, freaking Ant-Man. Yeah, your dad was pretty cool. Really, he was eighty percent cringy and twenty percent cool, but that didn't matter at the moment. You had school, and you needed to eat breakfast.

Slipping into the kitchen, your dad glanced up from the stove, "Hey, cookie! Good morning!" Your dad greeted you, flipping an oddly-shaped pancake. He called you cookie since when you were little, you used to steal cookies, honestly, you still did.

"Good morning, dad." You sat down beside Cassie, "And good morning, squirt." You nudge her gently, making her smile as she nudges you back.

"Hey, no nudging." Your dad spoke up, pointing his spatula at you with a small glare, before a smile spread on his face, "Not without me." He then brought a plate of pancakes over, setting it in the middle of the table before sitting down. "You two get some food in you, don't want to be late for school."  He took a bite out of his pancake, humming contently. You picked up a fork and began eating the pancakes. They were perfect. It tasted like home. You felt a pang of nostalgia, remembering all those mornings you spent here. "Don't you have a test today, cookie?" Your dad asked you and your eyes widened.

"Merlin’s beard! I forgot! I forgot to study!" You raised your hands into your hair, tugging at your roots. Cassie laughed quietly behind you. You ignored her and turned to your dad, a pleading look on your face. "What am I going to do?"

"What's the subject?" he asked and you sighed, pushing your pancakes away. “Maybe I can help.”

"Geography." You answered, earning a hiss from your dad as he cringed.

"I'm sorry, cookie, I'm not good at that one. If it was scientific… Or about computers… Or how to pick a lock…" He trailed off, but you shook your head.

"It's fine, dad," You muttered, hearing the bus, "I got to go anyway. See you after school." You finished, ruffling Cassie's hair and kissing your dad's cheek before heading out the door with your backpack.

“Is she going to be okay, dad?” Cassie asked and Scott sighed, giving his youngest daughter a small smile.

“I hope so. But eat your food, peanut, before the pancake monster does… He’s hungrier in the mornings.”

~~~

You quickly shut your locker, walking beside your friends to your shared class, with a frown on your face.

"You'll be fine." One of your friends spoke up, "You're like... Super smart."

"Yeah," Your other friend said, "So smart."

You sighed, "I'm gonna fail. I totally forgot about the entire test, and I am terrible at Geography, just like my dad. I don't even remember what we were even talking about last class." You began to freak out, clutching your book closer to your chest.

"You won't fail!" Your friend assured you, only for you to shake your head rapidly.

"No! I will! I'm gonna fail! I won't be able to graduate. I need this credit!"

"Uh, Y/N?" Your first friend tried to get your attention but you ignored them, shutting your eyes tight as you continued your rant.

"I'm already failing this class! I can't take another failed test!"

"Y/N!?" Your second friend yelled out just as you felt something hit your head.

Opening your eyes, you brought your hand to your head, rubbing it slightly, before you looked around. Taking a stand back, your eyes widened, looking down at your two frightened friends below. Somehow, you had grown, grown tall enough to hit the school's ceiling. 

"What's happening to me!?" You cried, dropping your books to the ground below, noticing you were still growing. Looking up, you watched the ceiling begin to crumble, dust landing on your head and parts of your face as you continued to grow. You felt like you were Alice from Alice In Wonderland, growing and growing as you broke through the ceiling, past the ceiling crawl spaces, and past the roof. You let out a cough as you pushed through the top of the roof, blinking rapidly as the sun shone down on you. You thought you would have stopped growing, but no, you kept growing; becoming as tall as a residential electric pole. 

Your chest rose and fell quickly, and you were sure that you were having a panic attack, and you were. You tried to figure out what was happening, as students and teachers ran out of the school to stare at you in awe and shock. You towered over them, stuck in the school, unable to pull yourself from the roof your lower body was stuck in. You could see the ground, far below, and you could feel fear rising inside of you. What the hell was happening!? You wanted to cry, to scream, but your brain wouldn't let you.

"Please, someone! Help me!" You begged, only to watch as some people ran away from you. 

Turning to a sound, you watched as in the distance, something or someone was flying over. And from down below, a truck, army-like, pulled into the school lot. And beside you suddenly, Iron Man landed on the roof, aiming his blaster at you.

"Stand down, we, people of the earth, come in peace."

You stared down at him with wide eyes, "I'm not a freaking alien, Iron Man." You exclaimed as he shook his head, opening the face mask to reveal his face; his shades on.

"That's Mr. Iron Man to you, alien."

You ignored him as you watched Black Widow, Captain America, and your dad, immediately upon seeing him you felt tears of relief well up in your eyes.

"Dad!" You called down to him, and Scott looked up at you, his eyes widened as he quickly started waving at his Avengers friends.

"No! Wait, she's my daughter!" He spoke up, as Tony furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his arm.

"She's your daughter?"

"Yes! Yes, she is! I mean, uh, she looks exactly like this but she's kinda shorter and-"

"Okay, I get it," Tony interrupted him, as your dad himself grew in size. "Oh, great." Tony sighed, "We got two of them now. Alright, people! Back away from the two oversized people! Yeah! Back up, thank you! Please do not take flash photography, unless you want a picture of me."

About the same size as you, your dad took your hand. "I knew this was going to happen..." He sighed and you looked around frantically before looking back at your dad.

"What do you mean 'this was going to happen?' What are you saying?" You asked, watching as your dad bit his lip.

"Uh, have you been feeling anxious at all?" He asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, dad, my test." You answered and he nodded slowly, "Please, dad, what is happening to me?" You begged.

"Your mother... She used to do the same. But... She never got this tall."

You froze, eyes widening, "My mom... She did this too? Why- What? Huh?" You licked your lips, "You never talk about my mother."

Your dad shook his head, "I didn't want to upset you, cookie. She was what they call a mutant. She would get upset sometimes and in those times, she'd grow a couple of inches, a foot at most. But, never this tall. Wow." You blinked, watching as your dad's eyes seemed to sparkle. "She was beautiful, you know. Like an angel. I loved her very much." His eyes seemed to water slightly, and you stood there, staring at him with a frown. "When she died, I lost my mind. I didn't know what to do." Your mouth opened slightly. "But, I found a reason to keep going." He smiled up at you and you returned the grin, nodding slowly.

"What do I have to do?" You asked and your father gave a slight laugh, "Tell me, please."

He nodded, "She just took deep breaths."

"That's all I have to do?" You asked skeptically, and your dad nodded.

"Yeah, do them with me?" He asked and you hesitantly nodded.

Shutting your eyes, you took a couple of deep breaths, after a moment you hardly noticed how you began to shrink, your hands leaving your dad's as you shrink back to your original height. Opening your eyes, you let out a sigh of relief, gasping as you felt your eyes well up in tears again as you turned and watched your dad run into the school, pulling you into his arms.

"Dad..." You breathed softly, hugging him tightly, letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks, as he shushed you.

"Hey, hey," He said calmly, running a soothing hand over your hair. "I love you so much. Please don't worry." He whispered and you hugged him tighter.

"I love you too, dad." You mumbled back, your voice muffled by his suit. He pulled away slightly, smiling sadly at you and wiping the tears from your cheeks, taking in your features.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," You answered softly, giving him a weak smile, "Thank you for helping me, and telling me a bit more about mom."

He nodded, "Anytime, kiddo." With a soft smile, he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You want to go home? I think you can skip a day... I think the school will understand." He joked as you laughed lightly.

You nodded and let go of him, letting him put his hands on your shoulders, "Yeah."

As you walked out Tony was talking to a very disgruntled principal, "Don't worry, ladies and gents, I'll pay for the damages! Anyone want an autograph? Hey, Capsicle? You got a pen?”

"Dad?" You asked, arm wrapped around his waist as he led you to the truck.

"Yeah, cookie?" He answered, making you smile.

"Tell me more about mom." Your dad hummed, smiling to himself before he pulled you closer to him.

"Well, she always thought I sounded a lot like Derek from Monsters vs Aliens, funnily enough."

"Wait, the Dreamworks movie?" You laughed out, surprised as your dad nodded.

"Yeah, that one. I honestly don't hear the resemblance."

You shook your head, "Yeah, me neither."

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓈

Shuri's Pov

I walked out the airport with my bags, and Nakia told me that when I landed, a car would be waiting for me. I was looking through the doors when I noticed Nakia standing beside a tall, bald woman.

I gave her a wave and began walking towards them. With each step I took, I became more nervous. "Shuri, I'm so glad you made it here safely." She said this while hugging me. I just stood there awkwardly; I don't really know how to show affection.

She drew back and looked at me, and I turned my gaze to the woman behind her. "This is Okoye, Shuri." "She is a dear friend of mine. She was excited to meet you."

I smiled at Okoye and gave her a soft wave. 

She removed her sunglasses and smiled, holding out her hand for me to shake. "I've heard a lot about you, Shuri." I raised my brow at her. Were the big bosses talking about me or sum? She chuckled and nodded towards Nakia. "Kia, has told us a lot about you." "And just how brilliant you are."

I gave her a small thank you, but I was still curious about who this "us" was. I thanked Okoye for volunteering to take my bags. I sat beside Nakia in the black Escalade, while Okoye sat in the front next to the driver.

I've never been in a fancy car like this before. Is this how all the new students get treated? 

We were riding through Oakland, which was very different from Britain. Nakia told me that Oakland has the best food and a diverse range of cultures. So it shouldn't be that different from the UK because Britain is a melting pot in its own right.

Nakia told me, the neighborhood around the center was rebuilt by the King and Prince of Wakanda. She said that they built a new hospital, library, and school. Basically, they helped less fortunate kids.

I was fortunate to have Kate because I grew up in a poor neighborhood. Most of the time, I didn't have much, but my mother did her best with what we had. 

"We've arrived, Sister." Okoye told us. And fucking hell, this place was massive. "Foster children are assigned a mentor and live in the school dorms. However, you will not be staying in the dorms." Nakia said.

I raised my brow and looked at her, confused. "Where will I be staying then?" She gave me a friendly smile and told me that I had my own apartment. I think there's something she's not telling me because why do I have my own flat? I got out of the car and followed Nakia and Okoye inside.

There were a lot of kids of different ages walking around. Nakia began showing me around, and we both peaked in different classes. She said that they provide free food, school supplies, and other things that kids may need. She told me my classes are engineering, physics, chemistry, medicine, and computer programming. 

Nakia took me out to lunch, gave me my schedule, and told me that some people wanted to talk to me tomorrow but wouldn't tell me who.

This whole secrecy shit was getting on my bloody nerves. We rode back into town after lunch so she could take me to my flat. When we got there, I noticed that this was not your typical apartment complex. These were fucking condos! I've never been anywhere like this in my fucking life.

 

I looked over to Nakia and made a 'wtf' face at her, but she just shrugged and smiled. "Is this where I'll be staying?" I asked, and she nodded.

I lowered my head, rubbed my hands against my pants, and signed. I looked back at Nakia, who frowned, "Look, Nakia, this is all very nice, and I appreciate everything you're doing." "But this is too much. I can't stay here." She smiled at me and grabbed my hands, causing me to shift uncomfortably.

 

"Shuri, I understand that this may take some getting used to. But I'm confident you'll come to like it. A regular apartment would have sufficed, but we were under strict orders not to take "no" for an answer from you." "I'm sure you deserve this kind of treatment, no?" She said. still softly smiling at me.

 

I huffed, took my hands away, and nodded. She tapped my leg and told me to get my things so I could get settled in. I cursed under my breath and trailed behind Okoye and Nakia. We walked into the lobby, and this place looked like somewhere rich people lived, like big business people type shit.

We walked into the elevator, and I watched Okoye press "P" and I gaped at them. No fucking way; she just pressed that. We rode all the way to the top, and then it just hit me: I'M STAYING IN A PENTHOUSE?!

When we walked out of the elevator, I looked at the huge window down the hall, and we were really high up. "Well, this is where you'll be staying." Nakia said. 

I walked into the room and stopped dropping my stuff on the floor. "Fuck me." I said lowly. To say this place was huge was a bloody understatement. I walked further into the room and snapped my head back towards them. 

"You're telling me I'm staying here?" I asked them, and they nodded. Okoye then looked down at the beads on her wrist, smiled, and excused herself from the room. "OK, Shuri, I'll see you tomorrow; your mentor will be here in the morning, so get up early." She said, grabbing the door and closing it behind her.

I went to pick up my bags and went to find my room. When I found my room, I slowly walked in and sat my bags by the door. I felt my eyes watering as I walked towards the bed. I flopped on the bed and laughed as I cried. Never in my life did I think I would end up here. After everything I've been through, I've finally made it to the place I've always dreamed of being. Happy.

If mum could see me now. I lifted my head up and wiped my cheeks. I thought of something as I leaned back, staring at the ceiling. There must be something really important; they want to talk to me about tomorrow. 

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[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 16 - Christmas Choices

Summary (HS AU): Chloe Beale is the new girl at Barden High. The 2 most popular guys in school both have eyes for her and vie for her attention. Beca Mitchell sees what's happening and teases Chloe about it. So, who ends up as Chloe's date for the Christmas Formal?

It was the first day of school at Barden High. Chloe Beale walked through the doors and went toward the office. She was bumped and jostled as students and faculty hurried to wherever they needed to be.

Chloe entered the office with a sigh.

"Can I help you?" a frazzled-looking older woman asked from behind the computer.

"Um, yeah," Chloe said. "I'm new here, and I need my schedule and locker information."

"Name?"

"Uh, Chloe Beale."

The woman sat and started typing something into the computer.

Chloe looked around as she stood waiting. She noticed a guy smiling at her and gave him a small smile in acknowledgment.

"He's a douche," a small brunette said as she joined Chloe at the counter.

"What?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Abernathy," the girl said. "I need an early dismissal for today."

"Good morning, Beca," the woman said. "Wait your turn. I'm helping Miss Beale, and I'll get to you when I'm done with her."

Beca looked at Chloe and smirked. "New girl, huh? So, what's your story?"

"My story?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah, your story," Beca said. "You're starting Senior Year in a new school, of course, there's a story. So, what's yours?"

"How do you know I'm a Senior?" Chloe asked.

"It's a gift," Beca said, shrugging.

"Miss Beale," Mrs. Abernathy said. "Here is your class schedule and your locker information. I'll get someone to-." She stopped and looked at Beca. "Beca, you wouldn't mind showing Miss Beale to her first class, would you? Maybe give her a little tour to help her find her way around?"

Beca looked at Chloe and smirked. "Sure, I'd be happy to play school tour guide for Miss Beale."

"It's Chloe," Chloe said. "And, thank you."

"I still need that early dismissal note, Mrs. Abernathy," Beca said. "I need to leave after fifth period."

Mrs. Abernathy pulled out the dismissal notices and began filling one out.

"Let me see your schedule," Beca said to Chloe.

Chloe handed it to Beca, and Beca looked at it.

"We have the same morning classes," Beca said. "And lunch. I can show you where your classes are until I have to leave."

"Here you are, Beca," Mrs. Abernathy said. "And here are late passes for you both. Miss Beale should go to her locker before class."

"Thank you, Mrs. Abernathy," Beca and Chloe said just as a bell rang.

"That's just the warning bell," Beca said as she and Chloe left the office. "It signifies that you have five minutes to get to class. Come on, your locker is this way."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~

Beca and Chloe had the same classes up to lunch.

"You can sit with my friends and me if you want," Beca said as they entered the cafeteria. "We're not the cool kids, but we aren't the outcasts either. I think you'll like everyone."

"I'd like to sit with you," Chloe said.

Beca led Chloe over to a table.

"Hey, Beca," a tall busty brunette said. "Hi, Chloe, right? You were in my second period class."

"That's right," Chloe said, recognizing the girl.

"Hey, guys," Beca said. "This is Chloe Beale. She just started today." Beca and Chloe sat down, and Beca introduced everyone, pointing out each person as she did. "That's Stacie, and that's CR, Amy, Jessica, Ashley, Benji, Emily, and Jesse."

"It's nice to meet you all," Chloe said, looking around the table.

After lunch, Chloe walked with Beca, Benji, and Stacie to their fifth period class.

"Hey, Stacie, what class do you have after this?" Beca asked.

"Um, History with Mr. Donovan," Stacie said, looking at her schedule.

"Would you mind showing Chloe to class?" Beca asked. "I'm leaving after this period."

"Sure," Stacie said as they all took seats.

"Could I get your phone number?" Chloe whispered to Beca.

"Um, sure," Beca said, pulling out her phone.

Chloe took the phone and put her contact info in.

"Can I text you tonight?"

"Okay, class, settle down," Miss Lancaster said.

"Sure," Beca whispered.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~

After class, Beca left to go to her appointment; Chloe went with Stacie to their next class.

"Hey, babe," a blond called out as she ran up to Stacie.

Stacie gave the girl a quick peck on the lips.

"Brey, this is Chloe, she's new," Stacie said, smiling at the girl. "Chloe, this is my girlfriend, Aubrey Posen."

"It's nice to meet you," Chloe said.

"You, too," Aubrey replied.

Class began, and the three sat together. Chloe enjoyed getting to know Stacie and Aubrey. She learned a bit more about them and about Beca and her friends.

Aubrey and Chloe had music for the last period of the day, and they walked to class together.

"Do you sing?" Aubrey asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I was in the chorus in my old school."

"You'll have to join our chorus," Aubrey said excitedly. "That's where most of us met and became friends."

"Oh, that's nice," Chloe said. "Do I have to audition to be in the chorus?"

"Yes," Aubrey said. "Mr. Shoemaker is both the music teacher and the chorus director. We can ask him if you can audition for him in class."

"What should I sing?" Chloe asked as they entered the music room.

"Whatever you want," Aubrey said. "Mr. Shoemaker?"

"Yes, Miss Posen," Mr. Shoemaker said.

"This is Chloe Beale," Aubrey said. "She just started Barden today. And she sings and wants to try out for the chorus. Can she sing now?"

"Let me get the class settled, and then we'll do it," Mr. Shoemaker said. "Alright, class, settle down and take a seat."

The class did as instructed.

Aubrey waved Jesse over to her, saying, "Bring your guitar.'

Jesse did as requested and stood in front of Aubrey and Chloe.

"What's up?" Jesse asked.

"Chloe's going to audition for the chorus," Aubrey said. "Could you accompany her on your guitar?"

"What song will you be singing?"

"Um, do you know Landslide by Fleetwood Mac?"

"I sure do," Jesse said, smiling as he sat on a chair and readied his guitar.

Mr. Shoemaker stood next to Chloe in front of the class.

"Everyone, this is Chloe Beale, and she'd like to audition for the chorus," Mr. Shoemaker said. "Chloe, start whenever you're ready."

"Thank you," Chloe said and nodded to Jesse.

Jesse started playing, and Chloe began to sing. Several people were nodding in approval as she sang. Aubrey was all smiles.

When Chloe finished, the class applauded and cheered.

"I'd usually ask the members of the chorus to weigh in before accepting anyone new," Mr. Shoemaker told Chloe with a smile. "But I think it's clear you're in."

Chloe squealed, and Aubrey ran over to hug her.

"We are going to have so much fun," Aubrey said.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~

Chloe was all smiles as she got off the school bus. The first thing she did was text her mother to let her know she was home. Her mother texted back that she had to work late, so Chloe was on her own for dinner.

Chloe chewed her lip and then smiled as she sent a new text.

Chloe: Hey, you busy?

BMitchell: No, what's up?

Chloe: Do you know of a good place near the Barden Gardens apartments where I can get something to eat on the cheap?

BMitchell: Come to apt. 327, and you can eat for free.

Chloe gasped. "Beca lives in my building?"

Chloe ran out of her apartment and up one flight to the third floor. She found 327 and knocked.

"What took you so long, Beale?" Beca said, answering the door. "Come on in."

Beca stepped aside and allowed Chloe to enter.

"I didn't know we lived in the same building," Chloe said. "We're in apartment 212." Chloe squealed and took Beca's hands in hers. "Do you know what this means?"

"Um, that you're going to be annoying me all the time?"

"No, silly," Chloe said. "It means we can ride the bus together to school every day."

"Um, no can do," Beca said, sitting on the sofa. "I don't take the bus."

"You don't?" Chloe said sadly. "Why not?"

"Because I have a car and drive to school," Beca said.

"Oh," Chloe said, sitting in the chair across from Beca.

Beca looked at her and smiled. Chloe was pouting and looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Okay," Beca said. "I know what that look means, and you can ride with me as long as you don't annoy me too much during the ride."

Chloe squealed again and rushed over to hug Beca. After a few seconds, Chloe released Beca and sat next to her.

"Come help me make dinner," Beca said. "I'm making baked chicken and roasted potatoes."

"I'd love to help," Chloe said, following Beca into the kitchen.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 ~~

September made way to October, and according to Chloe, she and Beca were best friends. Chloe spent as much time at Beca's as she did at her own place, especially after Beca's mother gave her an open invitation to have dinner with them anytime.

It was almost Halloween, and Chloe was insisting that Beca has to wear a costume to school.

"Why?"

"Because everyone else is planning to," Chloe said.

"If everyone else jumped off a cliff, are you going to do that, too?" Beca asked, then shook her head and grimaced. "Eww, that was something my dad would say. And sadly, I'll never be able to unsay it."

Chloe bit her lip to keep from laughing at the face Beca was making while talking about her dad. Her face became serious as she looked at Beca.

"Do you ever see him?" Chloe asked.

"Who? My dad?" Beca asked. At Chloe's nod, she said, "No. And I don't want to."

"I miss my dad," Chloe said. "I mean, I know he cheated on my mom, and the divorce was totes his fault, but he was always a good dad to me."

October and November faded away, and it was now December. Christmas was two weeks away, and Barden High was gearing up for the Winter Concert and Christmas Formal being held on back-to-back nights the week before Christmas.

"My mom asked to invite you and your mom to our place for Christmas Eve," Beca told Chloe as she drove to school one morning. "We usually have a nice dinner with a few friends."

"Oh, that would be nice," Chloe said. "I'll mention it to my mom."

"Okay," Beca said. "Just let me know."

Beca smiled when Chloe began singing along with the radio. It was an everyday occurrence, and Chloe had a good voice, so Beca didn't mind.

"Hey, Beca," Chloe said midsong. "Would you mind taking me to the Winter concert and back home? My mom won't be able to make it because that's the same night as her office party."

"Are you sure you don't want to ask one of your boyfriends to take you?" Beca asked, chuckling.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Chloe said.

"Not yet," Beca said. "But Tom and Chicago are trying way too hard for the honor. I think there's even a pool going around about which one will win you over and when."

"Really?" Chloe asked. "Who wins if I don't choose either one of them?"

"I don't know," Beca said as they parked in the school's lot. "I guess everyone figures since they are the two most popular guys in school, one of them will win you over."

"Chloe!" Chicago called out, seeing her getting out of Beca's car.

"Here's bachelor number one," Beca snickered.

"Shut up," Chloe said just as Chicago reached her.

"Hey, can I walk you to class?"

"Sure, Chicago," Chloe said.

Chicago smiled, and Beca half expected him to cheer. The two walked off, and Beca trailed behind them, unsure of why Chloe kept looking back at her.

Later at lunch, their friends were teasing Chloe about Chicago.

"If you wait another day to be his girlfriend, I could win a hundred bucks," Fat Amy said.

"Hey, Chloe," Tom said, pushing Beca to the side so he could sit next to Chloe. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies with me this Saturday."

"No, thanks, Tom," Chloe said. "I have other plans."

"With who?" Tom asked. "Walp? He's a loser. I am so much better than him."

"No, it's not Chicago," Chloe said.

Chloe looked over her shoulder to see Beca leaving the cafeteria. She stood, picked up her books, and turned to leave as well. Tom stopped her.

"What time should I pick you up?"

"No means no, Tom," Chloe said and stormed off.

"She'll come around," Tom said smugly. "They always do."

The next day, Beca was all smiles as she walked into the cafeteria with Chloe. They joined their friends at their usual table and sat down.

"What put you into such a good mood, Beca?" Stacie asked.

"I got asked to the Christmas Formal," Beca said.

"By who?" Aubrey asked.

"Did you finally get tired of Jesse asking you out every five minutes and throw him a bone?" Ashley asked.

"It wasn't me," Jesse said, frowning.

"So, who was it?" Jessica asked.

"It was me," Chloe said, smiling at Beca.

"Oh, my god," CR squealed. "Please let me tell Tom and Chicago. I want to see those smug smiles wiped off their faces when they find out Chloe picked Beca."

"Go for it," Chloe said. "Consider it an early Christmas present."

Everyone laughed as CR jumped up and went in search of Tom and/or Chicago.

"I didn't know you were such a bad girl," Beca whispered to Chloe.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Chloe whispered before kissing Beca.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale #Christmas 2022 #25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 #bechloeislegit #If you didn't guess how it ended you weren't paying attention

[dxwnfxll]

Could I request Dr ambrose with a reader who after they die keep coming back in different forms to keep Dr ambrose company , if that makes sense? Also love your work and have a great day :)

Sure ! I apologize for any inconvenience with the story, I'm writing on computer instead of phone

and I do apologize for not writing this sooner !

and thank you !!! I hope you have a great day as well !

(and I don't know any SCPs currently that can make people like this, so I will be making one of

my own lil SCP ocs turn reader into the immortal thing-a-ma-bob)

Alright so you and Dr. Ambrose go waaaayyyy back (literally), you are similar to her. You are

also immortal in a sense, but your immortality came around a little later than his. After the Abel

incident with Dr. Ambrose of course many SCP staff were in high watch to make sure another

immortal 'mess up' doesn't occur. You had simply been walking to go see how Dr. Ambrose was

doing when you felt sick. You heard something whispering in your ear but when you looked

around nothing was there. You were in such awful pain until you just collapsed, your last vision

being a doctor running towards you with a guard high on their tail.

When you had awoken you were in the body of a man, looked to be about maybe 30 and luckily

for you he worked for the foundation as well. Your first thought was to of course tell your best

friend Ambrose! They'd understand more than anyone at least, and you didn't really want to be

locked up like the other SCPs.

When you told Ambrose they thought at first you were pulling their leg, but just a few lil 'secrets'

and he believed you. He thought maybe you simply had transferred bodies, maybe some new

anomaly within the site had done so. But she would quickly learn that wasn't the case.

Somehow someway you'd always die after a month in your new body, sometimes you'd come

back as an adult with an already existing life. Sometimes you'd come back as a complete blank

slate, not even a birth certificate to prove you existed.

And of course eventually you both had to tell the 05 about what was happening, which your

worst fears came true. You were thrown into a cell to be watched to see if something 'happened'

or if your soul simply was a 'parasite' of sorts.

Everytime you'd die you'd always come back to Ambrose, with a new face, a new body and a

new life. They tried their best to help you through the identity crises and the guilt. After all you

had ripped someone elses life away from them to live, even though you couldn't control it you

still felt fucking awful.

The foundation let you of course continue your work, after all you were a valued member of the

foundation along with Ambrose (and of course Ambrose convinced the 05 to let you work with

the promise she wouldn't 'fuck anything up' if they allow you to do so) many theories floated

around about your new 'ability', maybe those people were all related to you? But that wouldn't

explain the blank slates that don't even exist...

Maybe they all were dying that day and you simply was meant to 'be' them to save them? But

you'd always die within a month...

Nobody knew and eventually many gave up to solve your mystery ability and just grew to accept

it.

Ambrose was always happy that you'd come back, even if you were sadly cursed like how she

was. He was at least happy to have a friend, though they did fear one day you won't have a

body to appear back into and truly one day she will be alone. But until then she's happy to

always see you come back to him, everytime you get a new body you always go to see them. A

smile on your face, or maybe sometimes tears due to your guilt. She always enjoyed your

company, even when the bodies started turning more anomalous. Like the one that looked

similar to SCP-166, or the one that looked demonic.

Right now you two sat together watching the D-class riot from a nearby office, your tail swishing

behind you as you watched. You felt pain again "..It's happening again." Ambrose just looked at

you "i'll wait for you here promise" You just smiled before your body fell back lifeless. She looked

at you before calling for a clean up wondering what you'd come back as next...

Hope this was good! I didn't know where to really take this lol but hope ya enjoyed it!

as always till next time !!

#scp #scp foundation #scp fandom #scp fanfiction #scp x reader #scp dr ambrose x reader #scp dr ambrose #scp dr bright #scp dr bright x reader

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One that was a beautiful poem, and two sorry for your loss

Thank you! I'll take a moment to talk about a topic I'm super passionate about which is suicide prevention and mental health awareness so this is warning it's gonna get really sad

This song always makes me think of his as he was such a gifted piano player and so graceful like the song but the dissonance slowly breaks your heart

Luke was one of the most most gentle, considerate, and talented individuals I've ever had the pleasure of sharing space with. He was brilliantly smart and played piano, cello, keyboard, and clarinet. We talked often in our classes together and back stages making jokes when waited for shows to start, and bring raised religiously, he had lots of questions about the real world and my exposure to it.

Our sophomore year, on a vacation to Nashville, Luke was harassed by several boys our year for taking photos at the pool. While I don't condone taking photographs of unaware people, it should be known that same year our varsity quarterback was expelled for actually taking pictures up a teachers skirt, so when they took video cornering him in the hotel until he admitted he was gay...

He struggled with his sexuality and depression for so long, and I was just a teenage girl myself. It wasnt always easy being Luke's friend. I had my own shit to sort, and Luke sometimes felt like the little brother nagging you to be better. The day he asked me to smoke weed for the first time sent a chill down my spine. He was hurting so bad, he'd given up on his ethics and moral code to soothe the pain.

I've seen many reactions to getting stoned, but I was so hurt when he was angry with me.

" give me that shit. stupid ass drugs "

In my anger I hadn't realized how scared he must have been

I took him home to sleep it off

And he started to get much more distant, but still around like a shell of his old, bubbly self

His first attempt was in the garage; he left the car on with the garage door closed.

His little sister found him, pulled him out and called his parents

She just graduated holding his picture

His second attempt, he did at school; he took half a bottle of caffeine medication, and collapsed. He was ambulanced to the hospital and there for three weeks for treatment. Medications and therapy and isolation

When he came back, so behind on class, and unfamiliar with his pieces for band, he looked me in the eyes and said,

" i go to where I want to die and look sometimes. If I try again... I'm going to succeed."

I have never hated someone so much as that moment. To put that on my shoulders when I can barely spend a night sober. I don't want you around me so I can influence you, and now Im responsible for keeping you alive

I went to an adult at the school, one of the only ones who truly knew what was going on, and she told me,

" you hit rock bottom and came back up. Sometimes you just have to let them ride it out. "

This is the same the woman who I told I was being abused and replied, " no you and him don't have the healthiest relationship but it could be worse!!"

On Monday, November 17th, 2019, he sat down at his table of 4.0 math whizzes and said,

" what would happen if you jumped off a bridge?"

And unbeknownst to those poor boys, with their textbooks and brains, they would go through gravity and angle prospects with a boy who would jump from an interstate overpass less than a mile away in less than 12 hours.

Our last interaction, in 7th period, study hall, that day, he asked me to borrow my computer charger, and instead of coming to sit next to me, he took it back to his seat. He brought it back at the end and he stared blankly at the wall before final bell.

I bump his shoulder and ask if he's good

Luke's last words are ones I cant say alone to this day

"it's just one of those days, I guess."

He didn't not leave a note, or a text

He did not say goodbye to me

He is buried in a graveyard less than 1000 meters from my mother's house

This song is the only real memory of the time I have after; its the only thing that helped my out of body feeling

I have never been the same without him, and will always wonder if I could have done more.

I miss him and go sit with him and talk with him alot.

It was painful to write this. I am crying. But you should be too. Everyone should. Luke deserved better and my community failed him.

I would do anything in my power to ensure no one else has to experience this pain. Because it hurts today just as awful as it did years ago.

Please, if you are struggling. Think about your loved ones and those who love them. Your pain will not disappear. It will transfer to everyone around you.

I genuinely would rather hear you rant, cry or scream than hear your obituary

You are so loved, and thank you for your love as well 💕 treat eachother gently

#suicideprevention #depression #anxiety #mental illness #mental health #mental health awareness #suicide awareness #bullying #awareness #sad #writing #real life #trigger #non tickles #tickling #tease

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night shift - spencer reid

synopsis: spencer ends up profiling the reader after spending the night at the office together.

category: fluffyyyy, a little smutty but definitely still pg13

word count: 2.8k+

a/n: i would love some requests or just general comments, if you're interested you can drop them here! I'm relatively new to this so feedback is always appreciated. i hope you enjoy :)

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My head dropping forward as I sat at my desk woke me up harshly as I realized I had fallen asleep for the third time that night. The bullpen was dark, only a handful of lights still on and the bright lamp at my desk illuminating most of the office. I squeezed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger, blinking hard a few times to try and bring myself back to my surroundings. The clock on my computer screensaver read 5:34 AM, and I sighed loudly. I wondered how long I had been asleep this time. We had been left with a pretty pile of paperwork earlier in the evening, around 9 PM after wrapping up our latest case. Everyone else had long gone home, even Hotchner chalking it up to something that could be dealt with in the morning. My best friend, however, anal-retentive as he was, had somehow persuaded me to stay late to get a head start on everyone else. I perked up suddenly, realizing that he was nowhere to be found.

“Spencer?” I croaked, sitting up taller in my seat and peeking over the divider that separated our desks across from each other. He was nowhere to be found. I cursed silently under my breath. I was going to kill him. I can’t believe he made me stay here all night and then had the audacity to abandon me? “You have got to be kidding-”

My angry beginnings of a rant were cut off by the ding of the elevator out in the lobby, and I whipped around in my seat to see that lanky asshole sauntering towards me, two cups of coffee in his one hand and a paper bag stained with grease in the other, along with a decent chunk of folders tucked underneath his arm. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him walk towards me, despite thinking he had abandoned me a few seconds earlier.

I had had a crush on Spencer from basically the moment I met him in university, and we had been inseparable from the second he sat beside me in our first criminology class all those years ago. We were both young, incredibly intelligent prodigies in a classroom full of adults, and it was nice to have someone my own age to spend time with during school. Ending up at the BAU together almost 10 years later was simply coincidence, but was one of the best things that could’ve happened to me.

His tie was loosened underneath his green sweater vest, and his hair was messy and falling across his cheeks as he walked towards me, his face sprinkled with red from being out in the winter cold.

“Well, good morning, sleepy head.” He shot me a lopsided grin as he carefully placed the coffee down in front of me, putting his on his desk on the other side.

“Hi,” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed as I reached up to try and fix my hair that was sticking up in a million different directions. He chuckled softly, reaching down with his free hand and tucking my tangled hair behind my ear. “I thought you left.” I added as I picked up the coffee, popping off the plastic lid and breathing in the warm, inviting smell. I could tell he had gotten it just the way I liked it, as he always did, and his small act of care caused my heart to swell as I looked back up at him in the light of my computer.

“C’mon, you really think that low of me?” He responded, tugging on my earlobe gently twice before pulling away to grab the files from under his arm and setting them on my desk. He had always done that to me, ever since we were 17. I couldn’t help but smile as I always did when he did it; it was like a little secret handshake between us, showing me he cared about me in a special way that no one else knew about. I shook my head, sipping the hot drink and closing my eyes. He always managed to make my coffee better than even I could, even when he got it from some coffee chain. It was like he was magic.

“No,” I said, leaning back in my chair, eyes still closed. “I just panicked, I guess.”

He tutted quietly under his breath.

“Silly girl,” He said simply, dropping into his chair across from me. I shook my head slightly as I felt my cheeks flush. “You kept dozing off across from me, so I figured I’d go get a little pick-me-up.”

He gestured to the paper bag then. I picked it up, and the smell of fresh breakfast sandwiches from our favourite bagel place definitely helped perk me up, and my stomach growled as I realized how hungry I was.

“Thanks, Spence.” I smiled over at him and he laughed, looking up momentarily from his paperwork.

“Anything for you,” he said as his pen scratched along whatever piece of paper he was scribbling notes onto.

Every time he said something like that to me it flipped a switch inside of me, causing a sort of bubbling excitement to simmer in my stomach. Although I rarely entertained the idea that Spencer felt nearly as strongly for me as I did for him, sometimes I allowed myself to revel in the thought: imagining what things would be like if he confessed it to me one day, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. What it would be like to kiss him, to go home with him every night, not anymore under the guise of a platonic sleepover but as his girlfriend. The thought made me dizzy and I took a bite of my sandwich absentmindedly as I stared at him across our conjoined desks, paperwork long forgotten as my mind filled with fairytale ideas.

I knew he would make fun of it for me if he knew what I was thinking about, teasing me relentlessly about the lack of logic in my ideas and how I needed to get my head out of the clouds, as he often did when I expressed something that was emotionally motivated. He never did it in a cruel way, of course, as we had both expressed our deepest wishes and desires to each other over the years of being so close. Except for one.

Spencer looked up from his paperwork after a few minutes of my incessant staring, probably feeling my eyes burning into his face as he tried to concentrate. For someone so inept in properly expressing his emotions, he sure was perceptive.

“Can I help you?” He teased. I felt my cheeks burn for the second time that night and yet I still couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off of him. He raised his eyebrows when I didn’t respond, scanning my face as I saw the profiler gears in his brain churning. That’s when I realized I had to get it together; if Spencer began trying to figure out my behaviour, I’d be exposed in no time.

I let out a small, definitely unconvincing laugh, and cursed myself in my head.

“Sorry,” I replied as calmly as I could. “I’m just so out of it. Exhausted, ya know?”

He nodded slowly in response, still watching me carefully. I could tell he didn’t believe a word out of my mouth. Fuck.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked me tentatively, and I knew the jig was up. He wasn’t going to leave it alone until I admitted to something, and for being an FBI agent for a living I was a pretty shitty liar when it came down to it. I nodded, praying to gods I didn’t believe in that he would just drop it.

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” I said after a few beats, deciding I was just going to feign innocence and hope for the best.

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” he commented, his eyes never leaving my face as I looked down at my food, now sitting on a napkin beside the paper work, and I mindlessly picked at the now cold bagel. “The last couple days, for sure, but especially tonight.” He continued. Here we go. Dr. Spencer Reid was in the building. “It seems to only be around me, every time we’re together I notice you have a hard time concentrating.”

I sighed, leaning back in my chair and crossing one leg over the other, settling in for the uninvited lecture.

“Go on.”

Spencer cleared his throat, sitting up and tapping his pen absently on his desk.

“You appear to be showing blatant signs of infatuation, when we’re close to each other, if our hands brush when we’re walking side by side, when I say your name. You have a physical reaction.” I almost wanted to laugh out loud at his analytical tone while basically telling me he could tell I was obsessed with him, to put it lightly. I couldn’t help the small smile that grew on my face as I listened to him, looking down at my fingers as I picked at the skin.

“And you’ve been doing that a lot lately, too,” Spencer said, motioning with his pen towards my fingers, most of which were adorned with torn skin from the constant picking around my nails. “It’s a common nervous tick. It’s only been getting worse as time has gone on. But I find that when you don’t see me looking at you, or you aren’t looking at me, you don’t touch your fingers. It’s only in my presence.”

I nodded slowly, huffing a breath out through my nose and moving my hands to rest uncomfortably on the arms of my chair on either side of me.

“Are you done?” I asked finally, taking another sip of my coffee and looking at him over the top of my cup. He shrugged, tucking his hair behind his ear absently, causing my heart to soar as I watched him.

“See, that!” He exclaimed, pointing at me again and my eyes widened as I put my drink down.

“What?”

“The way you were looking at me just now, why were you looking at me like that?”

He was almost giddy in his expressions, as if he had just cracked a big case. In a way, I guess he technically had. He was still watching me expectantly as I pondered what to do next. I realized there was really no way out of this, and I wasn’t sure if it was the severe lack of sleep causing my inhibitions to drop, but I stood up suddenly and began making my way to where he sat at his desk.

“Y/N?” He asked, fidgeting nervously now as I walked towards him, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as our power dynamic switched suddenly.

He swivelled to face me in his chair, his hands now wringing nervously in his lap as he watched me approach. I leaned down, putting my hands on either side of him on his chair and getting dangerously close to his face. It was exhilarating hovering over him like this. He smelled like laundry detergent and teakwood, and all of my senses tingled as he looked up at me with those eyes, scanning my face desperately as he tried to predict what was to come next.

“What are you doing?” He asked, licking his lips as he looked down at my hands on either side of him and made his best effort not to look at my chest, which was directly level with his eyes.

“Shut up, Spence.” I said softly, leaning down and pressing my lips to his before I could change my mind. It took him a second to get up to speed with what was happening, but before he even kissed back his hands went up to my hips instinctively. Once he did kiss me back, it was heaven. I lifted a hand from the arm of his chair to touch his jaw, pushing my fingers back into his hair. Spencer leaned up to deepen the kiss and I exhaled into his mouth, causing him to tug lightly on my hips which landed me straddling his lap, in the middle of our office.

It was a surreal feeling. Was I really making out with Spencer at 7 in the morning at our work place, sitting on him in his chair? I was worried it was a dream. I tightened my fingers in his hair, trying to make it all feel tangible, and causing a groan to escape from his mouth into mine. The sound of it vibrating on my lips and my tongue and I shivered. Yep, definitely real.

After a few minutes I pulled back from him to catch my breath and he whined quietly. My face flushed once again as I looked down at him. He had untucked my wrinkled dress shirt from my skirt at some point, and both his warm hands were up my back, fingers spread across my bare skin as he held me impossibly close to him. I had my hands tangled in his hair and I removed them carefully, sliding them down his clothed chest as I admired him. He looked absolutely destroyed, and I’m sure I looked equally as crazy. His hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, much like mine had been earlier. He had remnants of my faded lipstick on his lips and across his face, and I reached up to smudge some of it off with my thumb.

“You look pretty,” I giggled softly. “That is definitely your colour.”

He squeezed my sides lightly as a smile broke out on his face.

“Thanks.” He murmured, his eyes scanning my body as I sat on top of him.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked down at him, his head leaning back against his chair.

“What?” He asked sweetly, pulling his hands from underneath my shirt and reaching up to tuck my hair behind my ear. I shook my head, smiling. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, his palm pressed to my cheek as he waited.

“I’m in love with you, Spence.” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I confessed.

“I know.” He whispered back. I scanned his face, my heart beating quicker as I waited in hopes he would say something else. A small smile grew on his face as he moved his hand slightly and tugged gently on my ear twice. One, two. “I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

I leaned down and kissed him again, cupping each other’s faces as he smiled into the kiss.

Our kiss was interrupted as the bright fluorescent lights flicked on above us and someone cleared their throat at the entrance of the bullpen. Both of our heads snapped in their direction, immediately pulling our hands away from each other in horror.

“About damn time.” Morgan was the first to speak as he stared at us, eyebrows raised and the usual smirk he had adorning his face. Garcia let out a small giggle, shooting me a knowing look as I shook my head at her as imperceptibly as I could. We were lucky the two of them were the first ones in the office, because despite their constant teasing they were pretty understanding, considering their workplace relationship.

“Took you long enough,” Garcia whispered as she poked me as the two of them walked by to go to the break room for coffee.

“Oh, and Reid?” Morgan added. “You got a little…” We both looked at him in confusion before he made a wiping motion at his lips with his thumb before following Garcia down the hall. I looked down at Spencer and both of our faces were bright red, although he hadn’t stopped smiling. He grabbed a napkin off of his desk and began wiping off the remnants of my lipstick. I stood up carefully from his lap and he leaned forward, grabbing onto my hand as I smoothed my shirt down my free one. He cleared his throat, glancing over to be sure no other agents had entered the office before looking up at me again. It was my turn to look at him expectantly.

“So everyone was waiting for this to happen, huh?” He said, his eyes flickering between my mouth and my eyes as I bit my lip, shrugging.

“I’d say so.”

“One more kiss?” He asked quietly and I raised an eyebrow as he tugged at my hand, pulling me to stand between his legs. I laughed softly and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to his waiting mouth as he smiled. “Thank you,” he whispered as I stood back up.

“Now get to work.” I teased, turning to walk to the bathroom to clean myself up as I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I turned around in shock, staring at him with an open mouth. “Reid!”

“Sorry,” he said, shrugging as he swivelled back to his desk. “That ass is mine now.”

I bit my lip to suppress the huge smile threatening to break out on my face and spun on one heel to walk out of the bullpen. This was going to be quite the adventure.

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cunning : geto suguru [02]

Genre: college au, fwb, slight angst, smut

Summary:

In which you found your secret crush stood in front of the student board, staring at one particular picture. Lifting his index finger to the tempered glass; Geto Suguru lightly muttered,

"I want to fuck her so bad."

-and the picture was you.

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[02; classmate]

Geto Suguru is far from what you called a calm man. It's just that nothing is worth enough to ever shaken him. His carefree smile looks harmless, fitting with his cool temperament which people find it hard to ignore.

Intimacy is valued and deep bonds required a long time of understanding - like his friendship with Gojo Satoru.

In spite of his well-known aloofness, there is one person who messed his whole serene demeanor. This wasn't supposed to be an attached feeling yet somehow you paved your way to his already complex mind.

He was annoyed at his friend for ignoring his words since morning. Geto wasn't acting like himself and it weirded him out.

The only time Geto acted out of his way was when he lost his mind. Like right now. Finishing his yogurt in two gulps, Gojo placed his hand on his friend,

The only time Geto acted out of his way was when he lost his mind. Like right now. Finishing his yogurt in two gulps, Gojo placed his hand on his friend,

"I'm only guessing but did you become a father? My friend, I told you that us champions only settle for the throats. We aren't mother nature to flood a barren-"

"I swear if you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to load a whole gun in there."

Gojo immediately sucked in his bottom lip and raised his hands, backing off lightly from his brooding friend. He didn't appear the slightest hurt from the harsh words. Instead, a cheeky grin made it to his face.

He fucked with this Geto.

Miserable and a mess.

Gojo swallowed the laugh that was threatening to escape from his throat while he covered it up with a cough, "I'm leaving. You still have a class this evening, right? See ya later~"

He walked away with his hands crossed behind his head, only to turn around, "Oh - I don't bring house key with me so please be at home by 10 p.m."

Geto didn't pay anything attention to Gojo while his eyes rapidly scanned the screen of the library computer.

It should be this semester that he would be in the same class as you. He barely controlled his patience and the fast clicking of the mouse in his palm caused several heads to turn at him.

"Just where the fuck is the course list.."

He muttered to himself, a subtle annoyance was displayed on his scowling thick brows.

Just when he found the grade list, a sweet voice - one that he knew too well, reached his ear.

"Ummm .. excuse me, will it take any longer? Ah, it's just that I'm in hurry and this is the only functional computer -" Sorting out the files in your arms, you began to explain but when your eyes finally darted upwards, two intense black pools were already staring straight down at you.

It was hard to swallow your throat that tasted like sandpaper. It's Geto freaking Suguru. And this was your first time talking to him. The loud thumping in your chest was causing an uproar through your inner thoughts; you didn't know where to look.

His pinning gaze made you felt small and his body radiated heat that electrify you to the bones. Nervous was an understatement. Your fingers were shaking.

"I will be done in a minute. Wait here." He pushed his chair to your way, leaving him to stand up. You were quick to refuse but watching how silent he was, you only pursed your lips and carefully sat.

The passing time as he finished with his things, no exchange of words happened and it left a tinge of sadness and regret in you. After all, what could be said between the both of you?

You have never socialized and it was difficult to find a topic where you could converse about. Not to add, he was someone you admired.

If you wanted to talk, making a good impression was all in your head; in the end, your intention remained unuttered.

The silence was killing him.

He didn't know that having you around would be this tough. He racked through his mind to find something to say but all he could remember is how soft your voice sounded and your unique scent.

Calm and absolutely sweet.

An occasional gaze from the corner of his eyes, he saw two poking white teeth nibbled on the bottom lip lightly while you began to play with your fingers.

"Here. Sorry for taking too long."

You perked up and flashed him a small smile, "Guess I have to forgive you since you gave me your chair."

His eyebrows raised, "If I didn't?"

"I will have no choice but to find a different place."

"No fun at all. It's time like this that I'm expecting a more interesting answer from you."

Words rolled smoothly between those lips, you couldn't gather any response fitting to his aggressive tone unless a similar response as a retort.

You mumbled under your sigh, "Then should I just make my way out and sit on your lap?" It was low, not that you assumed he would catch on.

His right arm rested on the cubicle, leaving his other on the back of the chair while you marched in and put your stuff to the table.

"Should have sat my ass on the chair if I knew." A simple smile hung on his lips. Ones that he usually wears but his eyes weren't smiling at all. You weren't accustomed to this friendly bickering that you decided to shut yourself.

Gaining zero response, Geto finally drew his body back - taking a few steps to leave when you suddenly reached out to his sleeve.

This was the second time you holding onto his arm and he was already liking this so far.

You didn't want to do this but the screen wasn't working and the system wouldn't budge despite the keys you pressed.

Panic washed over you - did this computer just transferred a virus into your file ?! But those were your technical papers! The due is today!

"Hold on..! Please help me... it's - I was trying to transfer the files and suddenly the program stopped, the folders on my pen drive were empty too-" Your voice cracked as a sudden overwhelming pressure was pilling onto you.

The tightness in your chest resulted in your eyes to became wet, misty. A huge lump in your throat made it too hard for your to breathe.

All the sleepless nights you spent, the time you skipped outings with your parents, were gone to trash-

"Hey, calm down." His always baritone voice blanketed over yours. The clutch on his sleeve in your fist loosened and you saw the visible wrinkles on them. You felt guilty but he already walked to your side, placing his hot palm over yours.

The mouse started to work and your eyes didn't miss the fast progress he made; his palm remained in contact over your hand.

His big hand covered yours, in comparison to the small mouse. The callous of his fingers injected various thoughts and you cursed yourself for taking advantage of this situation.

"Next time, don't be too brave to use this crap when you have important things to submit. Too many irresponsible people dump their shit here."

You hung your head in shame. He was right but what could you possibly do? In a small voice, you croaked out - "But I don't have internet access in my dorm..this is the only place where the coverage is good."

He gave you a low 'hmph', deep from his throat that you bit your lips from listening to it. His fingers worked like magic that the files you lost were recovered and the content was all there too.

You were too happy from this result that you turned your head sharply, only to notice that you were too close to him - you could count his thick lashes .. or your face could rub against his high cheekbone.

The slow flutter of his lashes; returning your same gaze, you muttered weakly - "Thank you so much, what do I do if you weren't here."

"Repay me."

Your eyes widened - the steady pace heartbeat was messed up again. He hasn't back down, still leaning down to your side; giving you all the butterflies in your stomach.

The faint scent of eucalyptus and mint swarmed over your nose. He smelled way too good.

"What do you want?"

"If I say it now you're going to run away again."

Your brows pulled into a scowl. Again? The confusion was vivid and the quirk of his lips raised, not bother to conceal the "something bad" he stored in his mind.

The mischief in his black pupils alarmed you. When have you ever ran from him? Your brain tried to wreck before his pulsating body heat became more prominent to you, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

"Don't tell me you forget that you escaped like you didn't pay your rent after you watched people fucked because if you do, I'll remind you as many times as you want."

You were too embarrassed by his claim that red blush painted your cheeks, not wanting to do anything but to cry. If the ground could swallow you right now !!

Chuckling, he pushed a strain of your hair from your neck, allowing him to see the soft skin which he itched to bite so hard: he suppressed the urge by pressing a thumb on the palpitating pulse.

"I will let you know what I want. Oh, and also.." Geto stood up from his position, stretching his long legs in the process before he stuffed his hands into his pocket.

"We will see each other more in the future, classmate."

Your heart stopped beating.

As his words played into your head like a broken cassette, he had already left so you hurriedly finished your works' submission. It didn't take long as Geto had sorted things and you only need to press "Enter".

In the middle of packing your things, you found a stash of keys, connected to a student card tag holder. You picked them up, thinking that whoever lost their student ID must have been freaking out now.

Nonetheless, your eyes were occupied with a picture of a black-haired boy, with his hair tied into a bun and the clear face was so significant you lost your composure.

"Geto."

He shouldn't be that far-right?

It is justified if you didn't want to do anything after he exposed your 'sinful little act'. But he helped you out and this was only a small act of kindness you were willing on your own.

You sprinted out of the library and his retreating figure hadn’t left the campus. Relief all over your body, your steps were steady and fast. Thank God, Geto stopped by the student board.

He was staring deeply into whatever was plastered on the board, making you slightly pondered if you'd be able to receive the same attention in any place in the future.

With his face relaxed, the silence was so loud that a drop of a pin could be heard but then he lifted his index finger, tracing over the tempered glass.

You were impatient until his next word stopped you on your track,

"I want to fuck her so bad."

Disappointment washed all over you. Photos of new members of clubs were plastered and it was no doubt countless new beauties would catch his eyes.

Retreating from giving his student card and keys, you waited until he finally left before you went back to his prior position.

It didn't take you a minute before his things fall from your grasp, loud sounds crashed to the floor - not hiding the loudness of adrenaline pumped into you.

There were a few photos only updated and with the stained from his previous touch,

-the photo was you.

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[rachaelswrites]

Nathan Harris

Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,539

Requested By: Anonymous

We remember nathan harris, the high school student who had sex with prostitutes and killed them, and spencer saved his life after he tried committing right? I had just thought about this today where he’s a substitute for the week at reid!reader’s school and when reid!reader comes to class, he takes roll, he calls her name and is like “Is your dad spencer reid?” because the last time he saw her was at the metro when she was teeny tiny and now she’s bigger and very pretty, and she’s like “yeah”, then after class, he tells her to stay and talk for a bit, and he tells her that spencer saved his life, and after a few minutes of talking, she starts feeling uncomfortable and she makes up an excuse to leave, so then she heads to the bau, tells spencer about her day and asks him if he knows a nathan harris, and she started explaining all these things, and spencer starts to get worried and all

Warnings: Nathan Harris being a creep

Teachers had been coming and going for the past several weeks. Your regular teacher was gone on leave so you had substitutes almost everyday. Most subs were burnt out of your class by the third day, high schoolers could be brutal. They ranged from young to old and male to female.

In class, today, all the students arrived before the teacher did. It was the first class of the day so it wasn’t a weird thing for teachers to show up a little late. You were listening to your friend talk about her weekend when the teacher walked in.

He didn’t seem too old but he wasn’t super young either. He seemed nervous but it was his first day at a new school. He’d probably heard how awful your class was and was trying to spend as little time interacting with the students as he could.

“Good morning everyone. I’m Mr. Harris and I’ll be taking over for Mr. Owens. I know you have your work for the week already so if you have questions, just ask. I’m going to take attendance now,” he sat down at the desk and logged into the computer to pull up attendance. When he got to your name, he stumbled a bit, “Uh, Y/n R-Reid?”

“Here,” you raised your hand so he could see where you were. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before moving on to the next student’s name.

After he finished taking attendance, Mr. Harris walked around the class to make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing. When he got to your table he stood behind you and looked over your shoulder. He was too close to your liking so you pulled your chair in, creating more space between you, “Are you able to stay after class for a minute?” he asked you.

“Uh, yeah I think so. Is there a problem with my work? I can fix it right now instead,” you said. He gave off vibes that you didn’t want to be around, but it seemed no one else had a problem with him.

“I just have a few questions that’s all,” he said.

“Okay,” you went back to your work and he left you alone for the rest of class. You debated on having your dad on speed dial during the conversation. It wasn’t that you didn’t like talking to teachers after class, it was just that he creeped you out.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. You packed up your things and walked over to the teacher’s desk. You had your phone in your hand, your dad’s contact on the screen, just in case.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Harris?” you said. You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice.

“Your dad is Spencer Reid right? He works at the FBI? He’s still a profiler?”

You nodded.

“Your dad saved my life a while ago. My name is Nathan Harris. Do you remember me? I remember that you were at the subway station when we first met,” he asked.

“I don't, I'm sorry. I should probably get going to my next class. I don’t want to be late,” you took a step away from him but he spoke again. The truth was, you did remember him. You didn’t want to tell him in case it furthered the conversation, You really wanted out of that room.

“The last time I saw you, you were so little. I think you were about two or three. You look so grown up and mature now,” he looked you up and down, making you grow even more uncomfortable, “You’re turning into a beautiful, young woman.”

“Oh uh, thank you?” you went to leave again but he stood up and took a step closer to you. You didn’t really know how to react to him so you stepped back, stumbling on your own feet, almost falling. He reached out to help, but you grabbed onto the nearby table instead.

The bell rang again, signalling the start of the next class.

“Sorry for keeping you. I’ll write you a note,” he quickly scribbled out a note and he handed it to you, “Have a good day Y/n,” You walked as fast as you could out of the classroom and to your next class.

You took the bus back to the BAU after school and immediately looked for your dad. To everyone, you looked completely flustered and stressed. JJ came over to you and put her hand on your shoulder, “Are you okay? Do you need some tea or something? You look really overwhelmed.”

‘I need to find my dad. Where is he?” you asked, ignoring her other questions.

“I think he’s in Emily’s office. Is everything okay?” she asked again.

You didn’t answer her question, instead, you dropped your bag at Spencer’s desk and went straight up to Emily’s office. You didn’t bother knocking on the door. You went in and went right to Spencer.

He was a bit shocked at the sudden contact with you but when he felt your body shaking, his shock turned to concern, “Hey hey, calm down Y/n,” he put his hand on your back and started rubbing circles with his thumb, “Take a deep breath alright?” he waited until your breathing was evened out and you had stopped shaking. Emily had left her office, giving you and Spencer the space you needed. He didn’t want to force you to talk so he didn’t speak until you did.

“Do you know Nathan Harris?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“He was a part of a case I worked on years ago. Why are you asking?”

You pulled your arms away from Spencer and sat in the chair next to him. He put his hand on your knee, encouraging you to tell him, “He was a substitute in my class today. He held me back after class and told me that you saved his life. He asked if I remembered him but I said no. But I did. I lied because I wanted out of the room. He just made me so uncomfortable.”

“He’s a teacher now? At your school?” his voice was laced with concern. He knew Nathan had probably gotten help by now but that didn’t mean he wanted his daughter near him, “Did he do anything to you? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, “No but he was just talking about you, the case and me. He didn’t do anything but I could tell he wanted to. The things he said and the way he looked at me,” tears were falling down your cheek slowly. You hadn’t realized how much anxiety you had been holding in about this conversation. You didn’t tell anyone what happened throughout the whole day. Keeping it in until you reached your dad, “He said something about me being grown up and mature now. I-I di-”

Spencer shushed you, pulling you into a hug while you tucked your face into his neck. He rested the side of his head on top of yours, “I wish that didn’t happen. I don’t care that he didn’t touch you, he shouldn’t talk like that around you. Or talk to you like that. And he shouldn’t dare look at you in any other way than his student.”

“I just feel bad now. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. I just don’t want to be near him ever again,” you pulled away, but Spencer kept a grip on your hands.

“Don’t worry about seeing him. Something like that is not okay. I don’t care how serious or not you think it is. I’m getting someone at the school on the phone and you won’t have to see him again I promise. He won’t talk to you and he won’t ever lay a hand on you,” he moved his hand up to your face, wiping some of the tears that had been falling, “You’re too important to me and I’d never let anything happen to you ever. You understand?”

You nodded. Spencer was always protective but this was a whole new side. His grip on you was tight, but not hard enough to hurt you. His voice was harsh, but it was to make sure you got his message.

“If anything like this happens again, you call me. Right away. Don’t wait and hold it in,” he stood up and pulled you into another hug. He placed a kiss to the top of your head and he could see his fellow profilers watching you two through the window. He made eye contact with them and they all looked away, “I think everyone’s a bit worried about you. Why don’t we go downstairs and let them know you’re okay?”

You nodded and let him lead you out of the office and to everyone else. They were, of course, worried about you but once you explained the situation, they relaxed a bit. Spencer assured them everything was fine and he was going to take care of it. Garcia had been the most concerned. Anytime something happened with you, she immediately thought the worst until she heard otherwise.

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[multistan-kpopwritings]

I'm Never Leaving

➟ pairing(s): Exboyfriend; Jae Beom and Reader

➟ genre(s): Angst... maybe? Cute Fluff

➟ word count: 2.2K

➟ warnings: Jerk ex boyfriend

You sat down at your kitchen table and set your laptop up to finish some work. As you looked over a sales report, your laptop began to signal someone was calling you on Skype. You would typically decline the call this late; however, the name caught your attention. It had been at least 2 years since you've heard from your ex. You battled with the decision to accept the call. Sadly, curiosity got the best of you and you did accept.

"Wow, hi Y/N," Luke, your ex said, "I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to accept." He smiled that old smile at you and ran his hands through his hair. You smiled and studied his face. In the last two years, he hasn't changed much. His hair was longer, but he still wore band t-shirts and a leather jacket. You'd be willing to bet he had those ripped jeans and biker boots too.

"That makes both of us," you admitted, "What's up?" You wanted to get straight to the point. He laughed and rested his arms on the surface in front of him.

"That's my Y/N," he grinned, "Always so serious."

His words made you mad. Was mad even the right word? Maybe angry, furious, infuriated, irate, or raging would have been more appropriate. How could he say you were 'his' after the way he threw you away like trash, with such little disregard.

You always had a rocky relationship with Luke. There were always kind words, then side glances with jealousy, fighting, and then make-up sex. You never knew where you stood in the relationship. Calling it a relationship was even a stretch. If you spent the night at his place, he was always careful to make sure he got you out before his roommates were up. He held all the power and loved to remind you. The last few months of the relationship seemed like a dream. Luke was kinder and more considerate. You craved something more from him, and it seemed like you were finally getting it.

The final straw was the morning after a party his friend threw. You spent the night so you didn't have to drive home so late. When you woke to leave in the early morning hours, Luke reached for you and asked you to stay. Your heart finally let go and you thought it was something special. Ha, right.

It was about 8:30 that morning when you woke again. Silently, you went to the kitchen for breakfast. His roommate, Josh, was already in there. He smiled at you after taking in your appearance.

"I wondered if one of you would be in here soon," he commented. He waved a spoon at you. "I'm glad this is becoming more of a regular thing. I like having you around." He returned to his cereal. "I didn't think he would settle down. You're good for him." You smiled to yourself and grabbed a bowl. The sound of Luke's bedroom door announced he was awake.

Luke dragged himself to the table and sat down. He was not a morning person. You instinctively grabbed a coffee mug and poured a cup. You knew he liked black coffee, so setting the mug in front of Luke, you kissed his cheek. There was no thank you, just a groan of annoyance.

You sat between the two men and took a few bites of your cereal. "Hey Luke," you began, "Do you think you could stop by my apartment today and help me move some furniture?" He glared at you over the mug and snorted.

"You don't think I could have just one day for me," he growled. The tone of his voice made you shrink back. He didn't remove his eyes from you.

"Sorry," you whispered, "I didn't think it would take so long." You got up and placed your bowl in the sink and walked back to the bedroom. You couldn't understand what you said to trigger that response.

"Dude," Josh scolded, "Harsh. You don't need to talk to her like that."

"I'll say what I want, how I want," Luke scoffed, "Not like she's my girlfriend." Those words sliced right through your chest. You leaned against the closed door and squeezed your eyes shut.

"You're such a dumbass," Josh hissed, "What if she hears you? Can't you give her a little respect?"

"Respect? Why? She doesn't respect herself," Luke reasoned, "Why should I? It's not like she'll leave me for someone else." That was all you needed to hear. He was right.

You quickly dressed and grabbed your keys. You tried and failed to fix your makeup that streaked your face from last night. Taking a steadying breath, you opened the door and made your way through the apartment with your head held high to the elevator; however, the sounds of Luke calling your name were hard to resist. It took all your energy to not turn and give in. He wanted to see respect, this was it. Until the elevator doors closed, then it was a mess. You barely made it home before you slid down the door, sobbing.

It took some time for you to realize you made the right decision, but you took new skill classes to keep you busy and dove headfirst into work. It was about a month before you were rewarded by fate. You were offered a new position in another country. Your supervisor had noticed how your work improved and felt you would be a valuable resource when opening this new branch.

For a few weeks, once a week Luke would stop by. He'd bang on the door and demand you answer, or call you repeatedly and leave messages with I miss you or I'm sorry. You don't know how long he tried to contact you. Once you moved, you changed your phone number and deleted your social media.

Now here you were again, looking at the reason for your pain and misery, but also success and happiness. You shook your head at the man on the screen and sighed. "Like I said Luke, what do you need?" You repeated your question, slightly annoyed. You studied his face while he searched for words. It looks like he hasn't slept in a while and a few deep lines frame his eyes.

"I ran into one of your friends last week," he started, "I asked about you and had to see if what they said was true." His eyes met yours and he took a deep breath. "How's work," he questioned?

"Work is great," you smiled, "They put me in charge of the sales analysis team." If he spoke to your friend, you knew what was coming. He wasn't calling for small talk about work. As if on cue, you heard a set of keys in your door. Luke must have heard them too, he sat straighter in his chair and tried to tame his unruly hair.

"Hey dove," a deep mellow voice called, "Where are you?" You turned your head to the sound and smiled. Jae Beom appeared in the kitchen with two bags in his hands. "I knew you would have your nose in some report. I picked up your favorite take-out." He placed the bags on the counter and started looking for plates and utensils.

"So it is true," Luke spoke up, "This is him?"

Jae Beom spun quickly, he was surprised by another man's voice. He made his way to your side and tilted his head to the computer. He leaned close to your ear and whispered in Korean. "Who is this? Is he a colleague?" You cupped his face with your hand and kissed his lips softly.

"This is Luke," you replied in Korean. Jae Beom raised his eyebrows and glared at the screen. He knew the stories and hated this man without even knowing him. You squeezed his arm and assured him that this would be quick. He excused himself from the room but didn't go more than two steps from the threshold. He leaned against the wall just outside, intent to make sure this didn't get out of hand.

"You could have at least stuck to English," Luke scoffed, "That was rude." You rolled your eyes and laughed. "So that's your boyfriend, huh?"

"Not boyfriend," you corrected, "He's my fiancé." You flashed your ring to the camera. "He proposed last month." Luke chewed the inside of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes on you.

"I know you hate me," he started, "But you can't marry him. I made a mistake. I need you." Jae Beom heard these words and he almost charged in to break your laptop. Your voice stopped him before he made a mistake.

"You're kidding me right," you asked Luke, "Have you lost your mind?" You took a deep breath "I don't hate you," you paused, unbeknownst to you, both men stiffened, "I did, but not anymore." You tucked some stray hair behind your ear. "You hurt me so much, and with such ease. You took from me my self-worth and importance. I felt like I was nothing. After I left you, I was so broken and afraid of everything." You paused trying to find the right words.

Jae Beom closed his eyes and leaned his head on the wall again. He remembered when you were like that. He met you just a few months after you moved to Korea. You were so unsure of everything. It broke his heart to remember you like that.

"I had to pick myself back up and rebuild what you broke," you continued, "What I let you break. So, no, I don't hate you. I hate that I let you do it. That I wasn't strong enough to see that I was so much more." You looked in the direction Jae Beom left earlier. "You know," you smiled, "I should thank you. I thrived after you." You laughed again. "I can't even take all the credit for what I've become. Jae met me when I was broken and trying to piece it all back together." You smiled fondly, and little did you know so did Jae Beom. "He was patient, kind, thoughtful, and loving," you narrowed your eyes to the man on the screen, "Everything you weren't. He helped me without hesitation or expecting something in return. Because of you, I knew what love wasn't. Because of him, I know what it is."

Jae Beom's chest tightened. He wanted to run in and kiss you. You had become such a strong woman, and he loved you more each day.

"I was stupid," Luke admitted, "I should have been better with you. For you." He fiddled with his hands. "I just wanted to see if there was a chance for us again. I haven't found someone like you, ever. I miss you."

"I'm sorry, Luke," you said, "There is no us. There never was. It was only you and me. Never us. I'm going to marry Jae Beom, and there is nothing in this world that you can say to change my mind. I'm happier than I could ever imagine." Luke opened his mouth to object, but you cut him off. "Goodbye Luke," you said quickly, "I hope you find what you're looking for. With someone else, that is." You ended the call and closed the laptop. You crossed the room and finished grabbing the plates Jae Beom left behind.

"You can come back in," you called over your shoulder, "I know you're still there." You heard the soft footsteps approach you from behind, then the smell of sandalwood. You inhaled deeply and smiled. Jae Beom wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder, placing feather-soft kisses on your neck.

"Are you ok," he asked, "That must have been a surprise." You hummed as you set the plate on the counter. Spinning in his arms, you let him push you against the counter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer for a kiss on the lips. Then another on his nose.

"That was nothing," you said, "Just a bump in the road." Jae Beom pulled you closed and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you," you whispered, "So, so much." You rubbed your nose against him, giving a small giggle. "Are you hungry?" Jae Beom chuckled.

"I love you too, Dove," he murmured against your lips. He had your body pressed flush against his. His hands firmly gripped your hips. "Jump," he said firmly. Effortlessly, he guided you to sit on the counter in front of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He slipped his hands under your shirt and rubbed small circles on your back.

"The food is getting cold," you giggled. He hummed as he pulled you in for a kiss again. He bit your lip between his teeth and growled. Your fingers tugged his hair and pulled his lips from yours. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled you off the counter. You squealed and held on to him tighter.

"It'll be ok," he laughed, "We can warm it up later." He peppered you with kisses. "I have a craving for something much sweeter." You groaned at his innuendo and faked a look of annoyance. He tsked at you as he kicked the bedroom door closed. He laid back on the bed, leaving you straggling his waist. "If you're not interested, I can let you go." He crossed his arms behind his head with a smug smile.

"Shut up," you slapped his chest, "I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

"Good," he smiled, "I wasn't letting go any way."

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[breathlessmorro]

*emerging from the depths of hiatus to get a sip of that destiNY* oo how about college AU shenanigans? i'm not good at prompts sorry >.<

You ask - you shall receive!

Synopsis - For years, Morro has been forced to put up with Kai's annoying antics in class, leaving him with a bad permanent record and even worse temper. However, things aren't exactly how they appear.

College Isn't Easy, They Said.

Morro grinded his teeth together as he fought to keep quiet, diligently taking his notes and trying to remember what his professor was saying. His handwriting may have been more harsh than it usually was, but at least he was managing to stay calm and collected. Already, he had half of Professor Chen's lecture condensed into clear and concise notes that could make a PowerPoint Presentation beam with pride. Not as easy a task as it might seem with the idiot next to him. 

Kai Smith - as always - had his earbuds in and was completely ignoring the lesson. Not that the earbuds did much to silence the irritatingly loud and obnoxious music blaring from the mini-speakers. In fact, Morro often wondered if Kai had such a big listening problem because of the volume in the first place. The aggressive tempo of drums and guitar were grating on Morro's nerves every single day, and he had to fight to keep his cool. He wasn't even sure why Kai was taking a psychology class in the first place when his major wasn't even related to it. It seemed Kai's presence served no purpose other than to annoy; and annoy it did. 

Things had been like this for years now. Morro would find out he had a class with Kai, and of course was forced to sit next to him. Showing even an ounce of distaste meant that Kai would take it as an invitation to try and distract Morro in any way possible. Whether it be tapping a pencil, playing footsie, or like now, listening to deafening metal music that he didn't even like, Kai was determined to get Morro in trouble. He took every single opportunity to try and make him look bad. The amount of times where he succeeded didn't matter, only that Morro's hatred for the smug grin that followed worsened with every passing day. 

This year, Morro had sworn it wasn't going to happen. Freshmen in college did not shout at their classmates in the middle of a lecture, and Morro couldn't afford to look bad in front of the faculty here. Not while his father was the dean of the university. 

So once again, he gathered his steely resolve, and brought his attention back to Chen's lecture about Elemental Envy, a condition where a person became obsessed with elemental powers to the point of violence. An ironic subject for him to teach about, Morro had once thought. Though any logical thinking had left him once he'd seen Kai make a beeline for him that morning. It had of course returned with the lecture regarding jealousy over a certain elemental ability leading some to aggression. 

Sensing that Morro was gaining some moral high ground, Kai decided that right then was an appropriate moment to lean over and whisper to him. 

"Sound like someone we know?" he snickered, causing Morro to shoot a nasty glare at him before turning back to his notes.

Clearly unsatisfied with the reaction, he tried again. 

"C'mon, that was funny." Morro didn't think it was. "Lighten up."

Morro felt his eyebrow twitch. He was fairly certain that meant he was stressed. 

He counted the seconds of sweet and glorious silence before he could hear Kai scoot closer again. Without the earbud in his ear, the music was slightly louder than before. Not that it was catching Chen's attention yet of course. 

He made it five seconds even. "Think there's some kind of green ninja envy?"

Oh. Low blow. 

"You're one to talk," Morro hissed at him, keeping his eyes firmly on his notes. It wasn't lashing out if it was just one statement, he reasoned with himself. "You were obsessed at one point too."

He quickly cursed himself for humoring Kai's jab once he saw the beaming grin across his face. On a good day, that kind of comment would have ticked Kai off to where he would be the one to cause a disturbance, but it seemed Kai came to class armed with patience today. A rare feat. Morro vaguely considered congratulating him. 

Shrugging nonchalantly, Kai leaned back in his seat. "At least I didn't bully my own cousin." Of course, this argument again. 

"Can't you leave it alone?" Morro bit back, glancing in Kai's direction before looking back to his notes. "That was in high school. I don't even-"

"What was that, Morro?" Ah shit. "Do you have something you want to share?"

Chen's high-pitched voice was tolerable when it wasn't directed at anyone specific, but the way Chen's said someone's name made it a thousand times more irritating. Seriously, did he just hate his students or something? Why even become a professor? 

Meeting his eyes, Morro shook his head, leaning back into his seat. "No, sorry," he answered. "Just thinking out loud."

Chen raised a brow at the excuse. Clearly he hadn't bought it. Especially not when Kai had already scooted back into his own seat, pretending to be writing his own notes. 

What a guy. 

"Well keep the thinking to a minimum. Others would like peace and quiet."

No fucking shit, Morro thought to himself as he nodded. One Chen's back was turned, he glared at Kai again, before looking to see how many notes he'd missed. 

Seriously, this couldn't be allowed to go on much longer. Morro had to change classes. 

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"Seriously?! There's no other -"

"If you want to stay in psychology, that is the only available class."

"But he's -"

"In the same study program as you are."

"Ugh!" Morro slumped in his seat, covering his face with his hands. He'd thought complaining to Wu would be enough to convince him to get out of the class, but apparently none of Chen's other periods had room for another elemental master. The Elemental Study Program was created for elemental masters across Ninjago who wished to learn more about their abilities. It offered an advanced learning course for those enlisted, and also kept them in classes together. Which meant there was also a limit on how many were placed in a class to, "keep other students safe." As if they were a threat. The program had become a lot less separate from other students once When had taken over, but there was still a lot to be improved on. 

Wu gave Morro a sympathetic look before clearing his throat. "I understand why you have your reservations about Kai, but surely he's not distracting you too much." Morro pulled his hands away from his eyes to see Wu typing something on his computer. Leaning over the desk to see what it was, he narrowed his brows when he noticed his grade book being pulled up on the monitor. "Your grades are as excellent as ever."

Morro huffed as he sat back in his seat, crossing his arms and blowing a strand of hair from his face. "My permanent record isn't," he grumbled. "Any shot I have at a future job could be completely erased once people hear about how, 'disruptive,' and, 'disrespectful,' I am in a formal setting. You don't understand how frustrating it is to have a professor automatically hate you when you haven't even done anything wrong yet."

"You're right, I don't." Wu set his elbows down on the desk, resting his chin on his hands and gazing over Morro thoughtfully. "But have you ever considered asking Kai why he likes to antagonize you?"

"I think it's obvious," Morro scoffed. He averted his eyes from Wu and uncrossed his arms, swallowing hard when he spoke again. "It's because of how I treated Lloyd in high school. I know it wasn't right, but I stopped, didn't I? And I apologized. But Kai just wants to get me in trouble."

Wu hummed, a consideration sound before setting his hands down. "Well if Lloyd has already forgiven, why would Kai continue to seek you out?"

"I don't know, probably because he hates me?"

"Now don't jump to conclusions," Wu chuckled, shaking his fondly at Morro's pout. "How about you ask him yourself? I know your next class isn't for a few hours. Surely you could track him down and confront him."

Morro thought it over. Sure, confronting Kai would give Morro the chance he needed to speak his mind without reprimand, but it could also mean making things worse between them. Morro's relationship with Lloyd was rocky enough as it was, and that was mostly because of how he and Kai were always at each other's throats. He didn't need to make it worse. Then again, he could also find a way to get Kai to stop for good, and his permanent record could have a chance to recover. 

He groaned, dropping his head against the back of the chair before meeting Wu's gaze again. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll try to talk to him. But," he narrowed his eyes at Wu and pointed at him, "don't think it's gonna magically fix things. He's stubborn and an ass."

"That's two things you have in common already." Wu smiled at him. "Now go on, shoo. I have some papers to file and unless you want to help me-"

Morro was already out the door. 

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He found Kai sitting with two other students in the courtyard, their elements on display for all to see. At first, he wasn't sure who the other two were, before recognizing them as Jay and Nya. Morro didn't talk to Nya that much, but he was all too familiar with his cousin, Jay. Their delightful family reunion hadn't been that delightful, and so they barely spoke to each other. 

Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Morro gathered the remnants of his courage and patience before stepping towards them. He stopped right behind Kai, and cleared his throat to get his attention. 

Kai turned around with a gleeful expression, which quickly morphed into something more smug. "What's up, breezy?"

Morro rolled his eyes, and caught Nya doing the same before he opened his mouth. "Hi. Jay, Nya, can I borrow him for a moment?"

"I dunno," Jay squinted at him. "You gonna bring him back?"

"Only if I want to."

"Ha!" Kai grinned at him, extinguishing the small flame in his hand. "Like you're gonna get the chance. Be back in a sec, guys."

Brushing off his pants, he rose to his feet, meeting Morro's gaze. As always, Kai met his stare with defiance and smugness. Morro hated it, but he had to get this over with sooner or later. His reputation seriously depended on it. His sanity too. Morro gestured for Kai to follow him, and started walking away from the crowded campus grounds. 

"So what's so urgent you just had to pull me away from my friends, huh?" Kai asked as they made their way through the crowd of students. Morro's brow quirked upwards at the laid back question, as if Kai really had no idea why Morro would want to talk to him. 

Exhaling through his nose, Morro rolled his eyes. "What do you think, Kai?" he scoffed at him. "I need you to stop annoying me during class. It's distracting and I can't afford that."

Morro winced as Kai barked out a laugh. "Seriously dude?" The latter shook his head, his entire body shaking with uncontained amusement. "That's it? I thought it was something important, like Wu needed my help with something."

"If he needed your help, why wouldn't he just tell you himself?"

"I don't know," Kai shrugged. "I don't understand anything he does, honestly."

Morro glanced over his shoulder to give Kai a dirty look. "So you think he'd just ask me, when he knows I literally hate everything about you, to tell you about some important mission?"

Again, Kai's shoulders shrugged. "Wouldn't be the weirdest - wait." Kai stopped walking, prompting Morro to stop as well. He turned around, fully prepared to snap at Kai for stopping when he caught his expression. "You hate me?"

Kai's normally mischievous and vibrant brown eyes were suddenly clouded with - well, Morro didn't know what. His smug little grin was gone, and his shoulders had gone completely tense. Any biting comeback Morro could have come up with died on his tongue, and he hesitated before answering. 

"Well, I guess it's a pretty strong word for it, but I don't exactly like you." Morro shifted slightly, suddenly feeling uneasy. "All you do is annoy me and get in trouble. We're not friends, and we don't talk outside of classes or the program."

The uneasy feeling crawled up Morro's throat as Kai's shoulders fell, his eyes downcast and melancholy. "Right. Sorry about that." He rubbed at his arm awkwardly before walking again. "Is that what you wanted to talk about then?"

Taken aback by the sudden change in atmosphere, it took Morro a second before he too started moving. The crowd of students had decreased rapidly, leaving them alone at the edge of campus grounds. He considered Kai's words before answering them, careful not to set him off. 

"Kind of, I guess." He sighed, before shaking his head. "I just want you to stop, okay? I know you're only doing it because of how I used to treat Lloyd, but I'm not like that anymore. We made up and moved on." He met Kai's gaze firmly, ignoring the warning bells that were ringing in the back of his head once he saw the disappointment reflected back at him. "So why didn't you?"

Kai sputtered for a moment, shaking his head. "What? No, I - Okay, sure. That might have been how it started, but I thought that…" He trailed off, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck and averting his eyes. "Once you apologized, I thought we were just fighting for fun. I didn't know you were still taking it personally."

"Personally?" Morro raised a brow at him. "How could I not? Every single day, it's always, 'remember when you did this?' and just constant jabs from you. What else could it have been?"

"I don't know, maybe - " Kai cut himself off before shaking his head. "No, forget it. I'm sorry, I should have been paying more attention. That's my fault."

"A little bit," Morro deadpanned. 

Kai winced at that, and Morro could tell that it had stung. Maybe he should have been more careful, but Kai was confusing him now, and he didn't like being confused. He stayed quiet as Kai stared into space for a moment, considering leaving when Kai spoke again. 

"Listen; after you and Lloyd made up, I realized I kind of like messing with you," he said softly, crossing his arms and refusing to meet Morro's eyes again. "I mean, you never just let me, so it kind of felt like a fun game. Everything I threw at you, you just matched super easily. I really liked messing with you, and I thought that…"

As Kai trailed off once again, Morro finally caught a glimpse of his face. A bright red blush spread from Kai's nose and cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears. His stance was awkward and nervous, shoulders tense and head down. At first, Morro thought that this was the beginning to a very good apology, but now it was starting to seem like something else entirely. 

Taking a deep breath in, Kai finally met Morro's eyes, with enough conviction in them to make the latter freeze in place. 

"I thought that you liked me too."

Oh. Oh. 

Thinking back to every conversation they'd ever had, yeah. It was easy for Morro to see how Kai had come to that conclusion. All those attempts at getting each other's attention, the games to test each other's patience until one of them snapped. Of course Kai liked him. That was how every guy acted around their crush. Morro couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner. 

Guys were stupid. 

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Morro could see Kai staring at him almost nervously, like he was waiting for someone to shout at him. Clearing his throat, Morro opened his mouth. 

"I…" Very articulate. "Oh. I didn't think of it like that I guess," he shrugged, not really knowing how to respond. "I was so busy getting mad at you, I thought… Well, you know what I thought."

"Yeah," Kai sighed, shaking his head. "I do. I'm sorry, I should have - "

"Wait!" Morro couldn't let Kai finish, not with the way this conversation appeared to be heading. "I never once said that I was against it."

That took Kai by surprise, and it showed. His shoulders dropped, his eyes went wide, and he stared at Morro for a moment before shaking his head. "But you said you hated me!"

"I also said that was a really strong word."

"So you do like me?"

Morro held up his hands. "I didn't say that either," he said, a small smile sneaking its way into his expression. Knowing that Kai had actually been crushing on him this whole wasn't an entirely unpleasant thing, actually. Morro had eyes. He knew Kai was a real piece of work when he wasn't busy being annoying. "But… I don't think I'd be opposed to trying something new."

Kai's grin practically swallowed his face, and Morro could only imagine how sore it must have made his cheeks. "Alright, something new." He hesitantly stepped closer, the blush returning in full force. "I can work with that."

"Good." Morro stepped closer to him as well, before his smile turned serious. "But don't think you can get away with annoying me every day now. Being cute is only going to get you so fa - "

Kai cut him off, pressing his lips gently to Morro's before pulling away with a smile. 

"You talk too much."

Morro grinned, before pulling Kai back into another kiss. 

Yeah, he could work with this. 

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[deexchanel]

Don't do this to me.

Word Count:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Angst, Sadness.

Summary: Charmaine's first mission with the team but it doesn't end well and the team loses a member.

Go to the series masterlist before you read this chapter, if this is your first time: Charmaine

A/N: Okay so I feel way more comfortable posting this chapter after I said I wasn't going to post the rest. Let me know if this cringy, I love feedback.

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The day was Friday and it was the same as any other day, Charmaine was back home from her class, Peter was getting out of school, the team either train or helped find the location of the Hydra base that held the scepter. One month after the avengers been staying in the tower. The relationship between Charm and Bucky was growing every day, at times they act like a couple without even noticing.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" Charm questioned while washing the few dishes that were in the sink. Bucky walked over placing a kiss on her cheek and putting his dirty plate in the water.

"I loved it, that lobster mac and cheese was amazing."

She blushed at the comment and his boldness of him kissing her on the cheek. He winked then walked over to the couch sitting down beside Sam, joining him in the movie that was playing. Bucky let go of the nervous breath he was holding,  he seemed confident on the outside but on the inside, he was scared as fuck.

Charmaine wasn't no easy girl that he would flirt and take home the same night in the '40s. She was the girl that he wants to get to know fully, learn the little things about, be himself around. So most time he was around Charm, he was nervous as hell praying that he wouldn't say something dumb.

Charmaine hummed one of her favorite songs while cleaning up the last dish thinking about a certain long-haired brunette. She turned around coming face to face with spiderman who was hanging upside down.  The 21-year old let out a yelp clutching her heart.

"Peter don't do that !! What the hell dude."

"You okay Charm?" Bucky questioned from the couch looking over at her. He saw Peter hanging down so his concerns washed away. "Oh, Peter just scared her."

"Yeah, you alright?" Sam asked as well not taking his eyes off the screen, ignoring what Bucky just said.

"Sorry Champagne, I just came back from patrol and I rushed in here before you left to ask you this. Can you make brownies? I wasn't here the last time you made them and everyone said they were good. " Peter rambled as he let himself come down, sitting on top of the perfectly clean marble countertop.

"They were!" Sam chimed in.

"See! I want to try them." Peter pout poking out his lip.

"I be spoiling you guys I swear. I'll make some just for you Peter."  Charm groaned playfully, opening the cabinet grabbing the brownie box. "Get your ass off my counter, I just cleaned it."

Peter hopped off happily," So? You and Bucky?"

"Peter if you continue to say something about that topic, I'm not making the brownies." She warned looking in the fridge for the eggs.  Maria walked in from the elevator with a serious face grabbing everyone's attention.

"They found the base. Cap said suit up and meet them in the lab in 5. Peter, Happy is downstairs waiting for you."

Everyone nodded and Charm hugged Peter. Tony had let slide with one of his kids going on the mission, not both so Peter was going home until they got back. She kissed his forehead.

"This mission shouldn't take long, I'll be back to make your brownies. Be good for Aunt May."

" I am Champagne, be safe and please come back. "

"I will Petey. I'll always come back."

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Charmaine walked in beside Sam as they were the last two to join the rest in the lab. She found a spot beside Scott. Everyone was in full armor ready to go except Bruce and Tony because you know.

"Glad of you two to finally make it," Tony said sarcastically then started swiping away on his tablet. It projects a hologram of what seems to be Rome. "We are going to Rome. Intel tells us that hydra has a camp in the countryside."

The hologram shows a huge vineyard with a building that looked abandoned with little buildings surrounded.

"Inside sources tell us that the person who is over this organization called M.A.Z.E is supposed to be visiting any moment now. We're taking down two operations at once so be prepared for this mission to be one of the hardest." Maria said reading something off her tablet. Charm snuck a glance at Bucky who was in his winter soldier attire. She hoped that this mission wasn't going too hard for him.

"Brief explanation. Stay focused at all times, take out as many as you can, feeling overwhelmed? Walk it off. Get in, Get out. Anyone that has the chance grabs the scepter." Steve spoke with determination.

"When we get there we fight anyone that comes our way. Sam or Stark will find a way to get us in. Charm you stay by someone at all times okay? first mission and we don't want to lose you."

"Gotcha." Charm nod her head understanding his rule.

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Inside the quinjet, she sat beside Bucky. Both had their mask off to communicate with each other. Everyone was in either their own zone or in a conversation. Bucky closed his eyes so he could converge on how to not lose control of himself, he didn't want to completely turn back into the winter soldier.

"You like my suit?" Charmaine asked softly taking him out of his trance.

Bucky turns his head giving a smile, "I like it. You make it look good and very badass."

"I feel like a badass." She jokes making them laugh. As their laughter died down, Charm grabbed his hand pulling it in her lap. "Are you okay about this whole mission? I know history with you and hydra isn't really that good."

"I should be good, I just don't want to be captured again, you know? Steve and I are still working on me not reacting to my trigger words. It's hard but it's working. Plus I got you fighting by my side so we are going to be the coldest duo."

"Well I'm not going to let that happen, you protect me so I'm going to always protect you . If you don't mind, I could help with the trigger words? I'll be there to hold your hand or something." Charm said with quiet empathy giving him a soft smile. " Coldest duo? Well, this mission should be over in no time. When we get back can we finish watching Legally Blonde? You fell asleep before it started leaving me up by myself."

"I'll check with Steve when we do it the next time, I wouldn't want you to get hurt if anything happened," Bucky said nodding his head towards Steve. " And I told you that I was tired! You didn't listen and put on the movie anyway."

"I'm not going to get hurt and I thought you were playing!" Charm said in defense then calmed down. "Hey, Bucky?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm always going to be here for you okay? You mean the world to me and I don't want to lose you under no circumstances." She said holding his hand to her face. Charmaine looked him in the eyes, showing that she was serious. A world without Bucky is a world that she can't live in. She needs him.

His hand opened and Charm cuddled to it. Bucky looked at her in admiration rubbing his thumb against her cheek. He admits it, Buchanan was head over heels for her,"You mean the world to me as well so don't think you're going anywhere. You're my lucky charm."

In the next four hours, they had arrived Rome's countryside and everyone prepared for landing. Charm stood next to her dad as his Iron Man suit connects over his body. Before his helmet covered his face, Tony turned to Charm.

"Kiddo, be safe alright? Don't get hurt or anything."

"I will." She reassured and he kissed her forehead. 'Now thinking about it Tony has a weird way of expressing his feelings' Charmaine thought to herself. The doors to the jet opened and Steve spoke up, "Stark, Sam you're up!"

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A/N: I am not good with action so skipping to the juicy part.

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Charmaine ran down the hallway trying to find the exit to the big building. Thor didn't retrieve the scepter and they were still looking but time was winding down. She ran into this room where there were big computer screens on the wall with a closed-cell in the corner.

"Ahh, I have been looking for you." A female voice came from behind her making Charmaine turn around swiftly. "I'm Mazikeen and you are going to be on in my unit."

The room filled with tension as they circled each other not losing sight of one another. "Unit? I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Let alone let you lay a finger on me, so let go of that stupid ass idea you have." Charmie snapped holding her fist up. Mazikeen winked getting in defense mode as well.

"Snarky? I like that. Let's do this shall we?"

She swings on Charm who easily blocks it. The two fight hand-to-hand combat for a couple of minutes, none stop. Charmaine was getting tired but she held her weight up. She kicked Mazikeen on her back, placing her foot on her neck. The Demon grabbed her ankle smirking then rolled over making Charm fall on her side. She gets on top, pulling out her knife.

"This won't hurt one bit. Well, maybe just a little."

"Anyone have eyes on Charmaine? The building is going to blow in 3 minutes." Tony's voice came through the comm.

"I'm busy at the moment!" Charm yelled pushing Mazikeen's arms up so she wouldn't get stabbed in the face. The dark skin girl moved one of her hands to the side grabbing the demon's hair yanking it.

Mazikeen fell off and it gave her enough time to get back to her feet. Charm kicked her to stay down but Mazi grabs her foot mid-air then twist it making her body twirl, falling on the ground.

"I will have you to myself and make you my eternal flame. Right along with the other 3 elements. You are going to be the most powerful." Mazikeen leans down grabbing her hair yanking it making Charmaine cry out in pain. The demon moved her mouth close to Charm's ear with a sinister smirk.

"I'm going to have you kill anyone that stands in our way."

A guard's body flew in the door from someone kicking him through. Bucky walks into the room angrily seeing Mazikeen holding a handful of Charm's brown hair.

He runs over punching her in the face making the demon drop his lover. Bucky grabbed Mazikeen by the neck with his metal hand dragging her towards the closed-cell.

The bounty hunter's eyes widen from the pressure that was on her throat, she hit his arm repeatedly but that didn't do anything. Bucky flings her into the closed cell like she was discarded trash.

Charm sits on the ground rubbing the back of her head, the words haunting her mind. Bucky goes back over to help his best girl onto her feet.

"We need to out of here now."

But it was muffled because of the mask. She nodded putting her weight on him as they walked to the exit. On the roof, the two ran to the middle.

"We're on the roof! Bring the Quinjet!" Bucky yelled taking off his mouth cover. Charm was hunched over trying to catch her breath, she literally just fought 5 minutes straight now she doing a full-out run. She needed more exercise.

The explosion sounded off and the building shook. Just in time, the Quinjet hovered down lowly so they could get on. A huge crack in the roof separated the two.

The building was going to collapse.

They looked around frantically as Charm's side start to slowly but gradually fall.

"Jump!" Bucky yelled, holding out his hand.

Charm did as told, not even second-guessing, leaping off the fallen building. She catches the side of the broken roof, barely holding on with one hand. All she needed to do was use her upper body to lurch her forward so her other hand could grab his. Bucky bends over, reaching for her hand, not taking his blue eyes off her brown ones.

Charmaine's eyes were filled with fear, feeling herself slowly losing grip, "I can't reach it!"

"Use your strength, Charmaine. Grab my hand!"

"I can't, Bucky; my body is too tired. I feel myself slipping!"

"Charm, grab his hand! Bucky, you need to need to grab Steve's hand. That building is going to collapse any second! He will pull you guys up." Natasha said in the comms but was ignored by both.

Bucky leans forward more without noticing that he might fall himself, "I'm not leaving without you charmaine. grab my hand!"

"I'm trying!" Charm yelled when she tries to lift herself; it aches in pain. She drops her hand down in pain. Tears clouded her vision as she knew this was it; Bucky stared at her scratched-filled face knowing what she was thinking.  He shook his head; He can't lose her, not now, " No Charm, you're leaving with me!"

Charmie could feel the building she was holding on to began to fall, sobbing; she looked into Bucky's blue eyes one last time. "I'm sorry Bucky."

"No Charmie, you have time. Just grab my hand! P-Please." Bucky yelled as tears clouded his vision. "You're my lucky charm. I need you!"

The building collapsed, and his feet slip from under him. A hand grabs his keeping Bucky from falling in the rubble; Natasha lowered it down in time just for Steve to grab the back of his armor from falling with her.

"No!" Bucky stared in horror watching Charmaine screamed, falling into the explosion reaching out for him.

Steve gasp as tears fell down his face seeing the horrible fate of his sister.

There was nothing either could do.

With the help of others, Steve pulled Bucky into the quinjet.

Bucky laid on his stomach sobbing with heartache.

Tears weld in Thor's eyes as he saw that Charmaine wasn't on the jet. This didn't seem real to him; he couldn't accept it, "Where is Charmie? Why isn't my sister on this jet?!"

"Steve, where is Charmie?" Natasha asked, slowly getting up from the pilot seat as Clint took over. Her heart raced, hoping that he would say that Tony has her or something. Bruce grabbed her waist, but she snatched away from his touch.

"Natasha, sit down."

"Don't tell me to sit down! Where is she?!"

Steve couldn't say anything as he drops to his knees, breaking down. Sam catches him before he hit the floor. "I got you man."

The jet doors opened as Tony flew in; he raised an eyebrow to see the team in tears. He was getting files in this underground room but got out in time just as the building collapsed. He noticed someone was missing.

"What's going on? Where is Charmaine?"

No one answer, which made Tony panic.

"Where is my daughter?!"

"Tony, she died; she f-fell into the explosion," Scott informed him while wiping his tears.  Her falling replayed in Bucky's mind like it was his personal hell. Charm reached out for him, and he couldn't save her. He failed.

Tony's world crumbled as tears blurred his vision looking around the jet as if she was hiding, "What? Barnes tell me he's lying! Where the hell is my daughter!"

Bucky sat up now with his knees to his chest; he couldn't stop crying no matter how much he tried. He lost the one person that meant the most to him other than Steve, the person he saw a future with. His best girl is no longer here.

Tony sat down in a seat in disbelief; for once in his life, he cried. He completely broke down, not being able to hold it. She filled the lonely hole in his heart; everyone he ever loved was gone, and the person who made him happy.

Was gone too.

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It was evening time when they got back; they had been gone all day.

The living room was silent; the avengers sat down sulking and mourning. Bucky squeezed his eyes tightly closed as the memory of her falling hit his mind like a truck. Tony had his head in his hands, just letting his mind run all over the place. The elevator ding, and a frantic Peter walked out looking for Tony.

"Mr. Stark, I'm here! What happened? Is everyone okay? Are you okay?" Peter rambled, walking into the living room. He noticed everyone's sad behavior, then looked around for Champagne. "Guys?  Did something happen? Where is Charmaine?"

Tony gets up from the couch, going to Peter, engulfing him in a hug. Peter hugged back, shock that he did that but was still confused about what happened. "Mr. Stark, what's wrong?"

"She n-not co-coming back, kiddo."

"H-huh?"

"I'm s-sorry, kid."

"N-no, you're lying! This isn't a joking matter, Mr.Stark; everyone can put smiles on their fucking faces, and Champagne can pop up from under the couch." Peter said abruptly, pulling back from Tony's arms; doing a 360 to look around for a camera. Steve rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from crying again.

"Queens, it's not a jo-joke."

Peter's face reddens from anger and sadness," She said she was coming back! She promised! What happened to her?!" Charmaine promised without even promising him because she always comes back. Peter prayed that this a sick ass joke; she was his best friend. Him and Her against the world.

"She fe-fell into the explosion Peter," Bruce said sadly; with that, Natasha broke down in his arms. Peter wasn't taking this well, and that broke everyone's heart even more.

"N-no guys, stop this, pl-please."Peter cried, shaking his head, then he looked Tony in the eyes. Her father nodded his head as a way of saying that it's true. Peter broke down mentally, " My Champagne is su-supposed to be here with me. My best friend is.."

Tony pulls his son into his arms; tears threaten to spill.

Peter sobbed his heart out.

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2:43 a.m.

Bucky's body lurched forward after grabbing the gun that was kept under his pillow for 'emergency purposes' raised at...

Steve.

"Bucky, drop the gun. It's me."

"Shit, I'm sorry, Steve." His fingers slowly lost grip of the gun, and the weapon dropped to his lap. His chest drew up sharply with each breath as he tried to control his rapidly beating heart. Steve sat on the edge of his bed.

"It's fine Buck, you were yelling, so I came in here to see if everything was alright."

"I should be fine."

"Okay, I'm going back to bed and try to get some sleep before my morning exercise." Steve sighs, getting up from the bed. He wasn't getting any sleep at all, but he didn't want to tell Bucky that.

"Steve?" Bucky called before he could leave out the room. Steve stopped in his tracks looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay with me and watch Legally Blonde? I was supposed to watch it with Ch-Charm when we came back, but..."

"I'll stay Bucky; I don't mind."

Bucky gave a small smile getting out of bed, grabbing some pillows and the comforter. Steve grabbed his laptop from the desk to find the movie. 5 minutes later, the two super soldiers were lying on the floor, eyes glued to the computer enjoying the movie.

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Awe this is a filler and it's long so bonus.

Give feedback plsss😂. If this is cringy let me knoww!

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