#HENRI MY MAN LEMME HUG AND CARE FOR YOU

[katokathy]

Piofiore no Banshou (Nintendo Switch) FINAL/Henri Route CGs Part 2

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#piofiore fated memories #Piofiore no Banshou #Liliana Adornato #Dante Falzone #Gilbert Redford #Yang #Orlok #Nicola Francesca #Henri Lambert #otome #otomate #spoilers #THIS GAME WAS A+ #I loved the final route and watching everyone working together #HENRI MY MAN LEMME HUG AND CARE FOR YOU #LITERALLY MADE ME UGLY CRY T_T #I knew the angst I was getting into no regrets #Yang's cynical humour this whole damn route almost made me bust a rib

[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - the wedding

Summary: It's Becky and Henry's wedding day 🥰

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Daddy kink, anal play, sex, mention of squirting, overstimulation (just what they usually do lol)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Sugar Sugar the wedding Masterlist // Previous chapter //

Today is the day. Henry is gonna marry the love of his life. When he kissed her for a short goodbye this morning, he was dragged away by Gino and Peter, who were gonna help him get ready.

Since Becky couldn’t decide who she wanted to be her maid of honor, both of her friends stepped up to the task, which caused Gino and Peter to share the duties of best men as well. He is standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for her to enter. He exchanges a look with Sehun, with whom he became good friends. He loves seeing Becky and her dad reconnect and she actually calls him a lot, even for tasks Henry himself can fix.

For example helping her with building a cabinet or something else she bought from Ikea. Normally she’d turn to Henry, but now she is quick to ask her dad for help and orders Henry , in case her dad asks, to pretend he is too busy with work to help her out.

The two of them are actively working on their bond and it warms his heart to see Becky hug her dad tightly, have their own little inside jokes and simply have the father-daughter relationship she always wanted.

The music changes and Henry looks up from Sehun, only to see Becky in her wedding dress. To describe her as breathtakingly perfect is not even enough. Her long black locks are slightly curled at the bottom of the strands, the dress hugs her in all the right places and the soft smile toying on her lips is enough to make him feel all sorts of things.

To make sure Genevieve wouldn’t nag his head off, he promised her that he would be slightly emotional when Becky would walk down the aisle, however now that she actually is walking towards him, the tears burn in his eyes. He feels the hot tear rolling over his cheek and he is quick to wipe it away.

She holds out her hand and he is quick to take it, helping her up the tiny stairs. ‘Wow,’ he says, ‘you’re gorgeous.’

‘Thank you,’ she says. ‘You look so handsome.’ She places her hand on his chest and smiles. ‘I love you,’ she mouths towards him.

‘I love you too.’

The two of them (and Genevieve) decided that the speech shouldn’t be too long, mostly because Becky said that she hates long speeches that seemed to never end. Henry barely listens anyway, because he is too enthralled, looking at his soon to be wife.

He sure is lucky.

When it’s time for the vows, Becky folds open her paper. She clears her throat a few times, looking up at him.

Oh, look at that, she’s nervous. Henry nods, a simple gesture to encourage her.

‘Growing up,’ she then says, ‘I missed out on a lot and though the dreams of meeting someone, get married and start a life together were what kept me going at the time, deep down I kinda knew it would never happen to me. No love, no care, no someone who would unconditionally show me what affection exactly entailed. Never in a million years did I think I would meet a guy like you.’

Henry squeezes in her hand as he notices the tears burning in her eyes.

‘You’re everything I ever wished for and even more than that. Henry, I know I tell you this a lot, but… Thank you for barging into my life, for completely changing it, for helping me to become a better version of myself, for believing in me and for always loving me. I don’t think I could say that I would be where I am now if it weren’t for you. I love you.’

He brings her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on it, before grabbing his own piece of paper. Shit, he shouldn’t cry, but seeing the things he wants to say to her, is making him slightly teary. ‘Sweet Becky,’ he says, ‘believe it or not, but I accepted the fact that I would die a single man, however you changed my life for the better. I think it started with that sweet smile of yours, when I realized I never ever wanted to live another day without you. The fact it took so long before the two of us finally got together, is all my fault and I totally take the blame for that one.’

She chuckles.

‘I love you, Becky and I promise you I will take good care of you, love you forever and ever and try to be the best husband I can be for you, though you deserve so much better.’

They slide on the rings and when he finally hears the words: ‘You may kiss the bride,’ he doesn’t waste a second before pressing a loving kiss on her lips. Their first kiss as husband and wife.

‘I love you,’ he whispers against her lips. ‘I love you so much, Becky.’

‘I love you too, Henry,’ she says. ‘And I’ll forever do that.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve wouldn’t be Genevieve if she wouldn’t speech at the wedding reception. ‘Okay,’ she says, ‘if I can have your attention, please.’

The seventy guests they invited are all quiet and Genevieve gracefully thanks them.

‘I have known Becky for quite a few years now and let’s just say that she was hitting rock bottom at a very tender age.’

‘Gen,’ Becky says, frowning and pouting a little.

‘I promise you, it’ll be a lovely speech.’ Genevieve clears her throat and says: ‘She was always happy, but there was always this certain… How do I say this? Emptiness to it. Like her life didn’t have the right seasoning. But then this lady met Henry and lemme tell you: I was very jealous at first. Greg, honey, no offense, but damn, I was this close of leaving you.’

‘You and me both, baby,’ Greg chuckles.

‘The thing between these two, was that there was this spark, something they had yet to discover themselves. I mean, the two of them spend Christmas and the universe what other festive days together and didn’t confess their undying love for one another. How oblivious do you want it?’

Becky places her hand on Henry’s and with his thumb of his other hand, he caresses her wedding ring.

‘So, when these two finally admitted their love for each other, they are just disgusting as you can imagine. I hate it, but love it at the same time. You know, our sweet Becky deserves the world and Henry is the only one that comes even remotely close to what she deserves.’

‘Aw, that’s so sweet,’ Becky says.

‘Mister Sehun, kind sir, please cover your ears, because I’m gonna say something about your daughter you might not like.’

‘Gen, I swear to—’ Becky starts, while Sehun covers his ears and that’s when Genevieve says: ‘These two fuck like bunnies and honestly no one can tip to their sex life. I can know, I caught them once, but that’s all I’m gonna say about the matter.’

Becky looks over to Henry, who can’t hide his smirk, because it’s kinda funny. He presses a kiss on her temple and Genevieve gestures to Sehun to uncover his ears, as the rest of the crowd starts to laugh.

‘In conclusion, these two are everything every couple wants to be, but never will be. I’m so forever grateful that Becky found herself a good man and Henry should know that this woman is a once in a life opportunity. No matter how intense and intimidating he looks, I’ll make sure Greg will try and kick your delicious looking ass.’

Becky shakes her head, as she starts to laugh. ‘I appreciate it, Gen. Thank you.’

The afternoon turns into the night and after multiple dances, the married couple stands near the side, admiring the guests dance around. After it turned out that Sehun was a wonderful dancer, Gen and Viola pried him away from Becky to dance with him as well.

Henry wraps his arms around Becky’s waist, pressing a kiss on her temple as he gently sways her on the rhythm of the music. ‘Daddy can’t wait for all those people to go,’ Henry whispers in her ear.

‘And why is that?’ she asks, placing her hands on his.

‘Because I need to show you how much I love you, especially since you’re my wife now.’

‘Your wife,’ she says in a content tone. ‘Sounds amazing, you know?’

‘I can easily get used to it,’ he says. ‘Mrs. Cavill.’

✤ ✤ ✤

The door of their hotel suite has only shut for a second, when Henry says: ‘As gorgeous as you look in your wedding dress, I need you to take it off.’

Becky bats her eyes, as if she doesn’t understand why. ‘Why?’

‘Because you are my wife now and I need you.’ He takes off his tie and throws it to the corner of the room. ‘Fuck, baby, I need you so bad.’

‘Then you need to help me out of this thing, because I can’t reach the back.’

‘My pleasure.’ He unzips the dress and he presses a kiss on her bare shoulder. ‘I love you, baby girl.’

‘I love you too,’ she whispers. ‘I really do.’

Oh, does he love that tone. He turns her around as the dress slides down her body. ‘You’re not wearing a bra, baby girl?’

‘It has cups in it,’ she explains, as Henry explores her body with his hands. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Becky chuckles. ‘Honey, you’ve seen me naked before.’

‘I indeed do,’ he says, ‘but I haven’t seen you naked as my wife yet.’

‘Is it different?’

He nods. ‘In such a good way. I’m so in love with you and your beautiful body. Fuck,’ he mumbles, wrapping his fingers around the waistband of her underwear and pulls it down. ‘We’re married now, baby girl.’

‘I know,’ she chuckles. ‘Daddy, please make love to me.’

‘Make love?’ he asks with a chuckle. ‘I don’t know about that.’

She bites her bottom lip, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. ‘Well, let’s get you out of that suit first, okay?’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry cannot help but completely worship Becky’s body, even as she shivers next to him on the bed. His chest is covered in her juices, as she squirted all over him as she was riding him. As she is on her stomach, her legs a little shaky and a thin layer of sweat on her back, he opens the bedside table. ‘I brought something, sweetheart.’

‘What is it?’ he hears her ask, while he pulls her up by her hips. She rests on her knees and knows exactly how to arch her back.

Shit, and this woman is his wife now.

‘It’s your favorite,’ he whispers, spreading her ass cheeks apart, brushing the cold tip over her puckered hole. She moans out loud as he slowly pushes it in. ‘Fuck, you take it so well.’ He smacks her bottom and not wasting anymore time, he thrusts his painfully hard member deep inside of her. Her hands clench into fists, as she holds on tightly on the sheets.

‘Daddy, you feel so good,’ he hears her whine. The room is filled with her moans, the nearly obscene sounds of her wet pussy and the slapping of skin against skin.

‘You feel good too, baby girl. Fuck, you’re my wife now.’ He holds tightly onto her waist, before he pulls out and turns her over. He pushes some of her hair out of her face. ‘Mrs. Cavill,’ he says, placing his hand on her cheek.

She chuckles. ‘That’s me.’

‘You’re so beautiful.’ He spreads her legs and pushes himself back into her sensitive hole. Her velvet walls wrap around his hard member and he gives her a kiss.

The night seems endless, but definitely not in a bad way. He watches her fall apart over and over again and she takes shaky breaths, hoping to regulate a bit, as she shudders underneath him.

‘How many times have you cum, baby?’ he asks, stilling his movements, to press a kiss on her cheek. ‘Tell daddy.’

‘F- Fo- Four times.’

‘Want to make that five times,’ he starts, ‘before I fill you up?’

She lets out a dragged moan, pushing her nails in his arms. ‘Please, daddy,’ she begs.

Becky is on the verge of crying as he slowly builds up the speeds of his thrusts. He watches tears running over her cheeks, but he recognizes it. He knows she’s not in discomfort, merely being so sensitive and overstimulated. As long as she doesn’t safe word or he deems it necessary to stop, he will continue.

‘You’re doing so good for me, baby girl,’ he whispers, kissing the tears away. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ she whimpers. ‘You’re amazing.’ He pounds deep inside of her and her moans are becoming louder and more desperate. ‘I can’t anymore, daddy.’

‘Tell me the word and I’ll stop.’

She doesn’t. ‘I’m tired.’

‘That’s not the word.’

Becky wraps her arms around him and gives him a kiss. ‘Are you close, daddy?’

‘I am,’ he whispers. ‘Where do you want it? Still inside, darling?’

She nods, while her walls clench around him and that’s when he spills his seed. He buries his face in her neck, his lips salty as he kisses her sweaty skin, whilst riding out his high. He has stilled his movements and asks if she’s okay.

‘Just catching my breath,’ Becky chuckles, clinging against him.

‘Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth, sweetheart.’ She laughs and he gives her a kiss. ‘You did well. Daddy’s proud of you.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve: I think you two forgot I have the room below you in the hotel

Genevieve: Goodness me, how long were you at it?

Viola: Two hours and forty seven minutes

Viola: Yes, I timed, because I had a room above you and even I could hear it

Genevieve: Since we were in on the fun, you should at least give us the details

Becky: No

Genevieve: You’re no fun

Viola: I think this was just a preview of what they are gonna do on their honeymoon

Genevieve: Oh right, the honeymoon on the sex island

Becky: You guys…

Viola: The NAKED honeymoon on the sex island

✤ ✤ ✤

Becky’s wedding dress

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #sugar daddy!henry cavill #henry cavill x asian ofc #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x oc #henry cavill x becky kim #asian ofc #becky kim #sugar sugar #sugar sugar the wedding

[lightbeyondeden]

Beachouse

Beachouse

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

a/n: i like to imagine this one with like,, season 4 spence cause I think that just the right amount of innocent yet horny for this oneshot but it's up to you. Also i used a bunch of dialogue prompts from this list :) see if you can spot them! 

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: kinda smut!! spencer being horny, alcohol, cursing, makeout sesh with heavy petting lol

masterlist

She was trying to kill him.

 As a man of logic and reasoning, Spencer had concluded the only probable reason his very attractive coworker would insist on parading around the small cabin the team had rented for the weekend in those tiny white cotton shorts was that she wanted to kill him. 

Spencer had always found her attractive. He would’ve had to have been blind not to, and even if he was he still would’ve fallen for the sound of her laugh or the way she left the smell of lavender wherever she sat on the jet or how she was always first to fall asleep after long days spent working cases. 

So maybe he had fallen in love with her - even if he hadn’t quite admitted it to himself yet. Love, however, was not quite what he felt as he watched Y/n walk lazily into the kitchen on that Saturday morning.

Spencer had been sitting on one of the barstools that lined the kitchen counter and sipping on a very sugary cup of coffee. He was passively listening to both the birds chirping outside the oversized cabin window and JJ’s latest story about Henry. He had felt nothing but peace, until she walked in. 

She was wearing a baby blue tank top (with no bra, not that Spencer was looking of course it’s just that as she was walking in and his eyes just happened to graze over her hard nip-, nevermind.) and those white shorts. The outfit was probably perfect for sleeping in the cabin that - even now in the early hours of the morning - remained hot and humid. It was not, however, perfect for just chatting with Spencer, he already felt an uncomfortable stirring in his pants.  

“Hey guys.” She smiled, voice still soft with sleep.

“Hi Y/n, you sleep well?” JJ said without missing a beat, “Lemme get you some coffee.”

JJ got out of her seat and set to work making a new cup of coffee from the keurig that sat on the counter behind her.

“Thank you Jayge, you’re my favourite.” Y/n laughed. 

Spencer watched with intent as she brushed her hand through her bedhead and took her own seat at the counter across from him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/n said as she locked eyes with Spencer. 

Crap, he hadn’t meant to stare. Honestly though, he couldn’t help it. So much of her body was on display and though Spencer considered himself to be a respectful man, he had dreamt of that body more times than he cared to admit and seeing it like this was driving him crazy. 

“Like what?” He replied, hoping that playing dumb would get him out of this.

She eyed him suspiciously, however Spencer was saved from the incoming interrogation by JJ returning, coffee in hand. 

Y/n gratefully took the cup in her hands and sipped in gently. Try as he might, Spencer couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at her over and over again as conversation between the three resumed. 

Slowly the rest of the team began to wake up and wander into the kitchen. Conversation was playful and light, this vacation being exactly the break they needed from their stressful work lives. It may have only been four days, but any amount of time that they didn’t have to spend talking about all the horrible things they saw each day was time they thoroughly enjoyed. 

“So I was thinking we could take a trip down to that hidden beach the airBNB people were telling us about. It would be fun to all go swimming together!” Penelope had said, big doe eyes daring someone to try telling her no.

So that's why a team of thirty to fifty somethings were all walking down a wooden boardwalk together, arms filled with floaties and towing a wagon full of snacks (wagon courtesy of JJ). Spencer just happened to look over at Y/n at the exact moment the beach came into view, and he couldn’t have been more grateful for that because getting to see the way her face lit up when she saw the lake made his day.

“There's a doc!?” She squealed, “Morgan! I’ll race you to it.” 

And just like that  - the two of them took off, splashing into the water and yelling playful challenges and insults at each other, Emily and Penelope close behind. Spencer just chuckled as he settled down into the sand with a pile of books beside them. 

Truth be told he didn’t get much reading done. He chatted with JJ and Rossi, he binged on candy and chips, and most often, spent the day ogling Y/n. He just couldn’t understand how she managed to look so perfect even after Derek had thrown her off the floating wooden dock for what must’ve been the thirtieth time that day. 

When she finally came marching up the beach, soaking wet and out of breath, Spencer wondered if there was ever a situation where she could look bad. Covered in goosebumps - though the sun was sweltering hot - she tightly wrapped a towel around herself and plopped down in the sand between JJ and Rossi. 

“Hey SP!” He chuckled at her nickname for him “Can you pass that bag of chips over here please?”

The rest of the day was spent soaking in the sun. It was full of jokes and swimming and Y/n’s head on Spencer's shoulder. He watched her and JJ pass a volleyball back and forth, he saw the team smile more in one afternoon than he had in the last month. They finally decided to pack it in the sun was nothing more than a sliver on the horizon. 

They walked home to the dulcet sounds of crickets and Penelope's voice retelling all the best stories of the day. Spencer's mind moved much faster than his feet did, but all thoughts were halted when he felt a cold set of fingers grab onto his hand. That was one of his favourite things about her - the fact that she loved physical touch. Of course, at first he had a strong aversion to her love of hugs, hand holding, and cuddles, but as they grew into a close knit partnership he found himself longing for a hug from her after hard cases or for her hand to hold when he's walking to the bookstore. 

When the team got back to their beach house it was quiet for a moment, as everyone was worn down from all their hours in the sun, their skin kissed with its warmth even though it had set more than an hour ago. Emily, ever a shit disturber, broke the serenity the walk home had created the second she broke out the bottles of wine from the fridge.

Y/n’s had slipped out of Spencers as she and the girls got to work pouring and drinking as many glasses as they could get out of each bottle.

“Movie time!” Penelope declared, plopping herself down on the couch between Derek and Rossi. 

Everyone else settled in, and Penelope flicked through Netflix - occasionally announcing a title to the group to gauge a reaction and giving her own opinions on each. She finally landed on ‘Clueless’, a film Spencer had never heard of - despite Penelope and JJ insisting it was a classic. 

Everyone was tired, you could tell that without being a profiler, but the group was so set on finishing their day together that everyone sat and watched the movie with heavy eyelids. Y/n was hit by sleep like a truck, and Spencer could tell. Her head fell on Spencer's shoulder and he let his own arms rest around her. It was fine, they were best friends. Best friends can cuddle on late nights - it doesn't mean anything to either of them anyway. 

Except it did. It meant everything to Spencer. When he grabbed her hand it wasn’t even really a conscious decision, he just reached out and gripped onto her - he barely even noticed that he did it. 

Y/n noticed. 

Her eyes shot up to meet his own. 

“What was that for?” Her tone was joking but there was a realness behind the whispered question. 

“I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, alright?  It’s a… Terrifying… Rom-com… ” Spencer defended. 

They both looked up at the screen to see a scene of a blonde girl driving a jeep down the middle of the road and burst into laughter, gaining some looks and laughs from the other people in the room. 

“I mean, you’re right. Unsafe driving practices sure are terrifying. Why do you think Hotch doesn’t let me drive anymore?”

“Because it's a hazard to everyone in the car and the berau called you ‘a hazard to the safety of yourself and your team’ when you drive?” Spencer quipped back, earning more laughter from the rest of the group.

Y/n just shook her head and laughed before dropping back down onto Spencer’s shoulder. However Spencer went the other direction, releasing his grasp on Y/n’s hand and setting it at his side instead.

“Why’d you let go of me?” She whispered into his ear. 

Spencer allowed himself to let out some of what he had been feeling for as long as he had known her. He looked her dead in the eyes and and tried to communicate all of his feelings telepathically - but all he said was;

“I was scared...”

She looked at him and Spencer suddenly changed his mind about the whole telepathy thing, suddenly praying she can’t see the longing in his eyes.

“Come with me.”

So they got up, said a very rushed goodnight to their friends, and took off towards Y/n’s bedroom. When she opens the door Spencer is hit by a wall of the vanilla perfume she uses. If it was anyone else, he would have found it overwhelming, but because it was her it was more like something intoxicating. 

She sat him down on the bed and took a spot beside him. Her eyes looked up and met his honey brown ones, and in hindsight Spencer swore he could pick that as the exact moment his heart rate picked up. 

“So are you gonna tell me what’s been going on with you? Why you’ve been acting so strange?” She was still whispering even though the group was well out of earshot. 

He didn’t respond, his head was fuzzy and he was just trying his best to put together a coherent thought.

“I’m your friend SP!” She laughed, trying again “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Sometimes I want to makeout with you, is that a friend thing to do?” 

Spencer's words hung in the air and he so badly wished he could take them back. Why would he jeopardize the relationship he had with her? For what? Some inane fantasy he had where they were together? The silence made the air crushingly heavy, and Spencer got up to leave but was stopped by her gripping his arm. 

She stood up and cupped her hand on his face, and it felt like they stood there like that for an hour. Spencer so desperately wanted to close the gap between them but the paralyzing fear that he was badly misreading her gesture stopped him. 

But then she did. She pushed her lips against his and Spencer immediately melted into her. Soft fingertips on his cheeks turned into hands intertwined in his curls, his own hands finding their rightful spot on her hips. 

They tangled together, the room filled with the sound of their desperate breaths. In an uncharacteristic burst of confidence Spencer ran a hand under her top and rested it on the small of her back. That was all the encouragement Y/n needed to clamber into his lap, never even breaking their kiss. 

“Wait-” Spencer pulled back, breathless, “What does this mean? What are we doing?”

“I love you. It took me way too long to realize it but I just want to spend all my time with you, that's how I know. I love you.” Y/n whispered into his neck, still perched gently on top of him. 

Spencer laughed a little at the absurdity of this moment. Girls like Y/n don’t love guys like Spencer - he almost wouldn’t believe it if it was any other girl. But it wasn’t any other girl, he trusted Y/n with his life - he knew she meant it.

“I love you too. I always have.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again.

~

Click.

Spencer jolted awake to the sound of Penelope’s cell phone camera going off. He moved to rub his eyes but found that his right arm was trapped under a shirtless Y/n. 

Now he understood why Penelope was taking pictures. 

“I got asked to check on you two - you know, see if you were awake.” Penelope was obviously trying very hard to hold back her excitement. “However it seems like I am interrupting something. So I will leave you lovebirds to it.” 

She turned and sauntered out the door, but Spencer heard her laughing to herself in the hallway and he knew that in a few minutes the whole world would know exactly what Penelope thought about the compromising position she had just found them in. 

The world could wait though, Spencer decided. Y/n had stayed peacefully asleep somehow, and he could feel the heat of her bare skin all over him. 

So he pulled her closer, for that one more minute of bliss. One more minute of happiness.

 One more minute of Y/n.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #Criminal Minds #fanfiction #bau #bau x reader

[neshabeingchildish]

Poly Wanna?

A/N: So, I had some different ideas rushing through my head of who and how I wanted these characters to be. They may start in a place that you would not expect or can’t imagine, but just keep in mind that I try to write things a little differently each incarnation of a fic and hopefully nobody checks out within the first few paragraphs. Gimme a chance. It’s delicate content, and I promise I’m trying to do their relationship justice, not just write some trash that throws them all together. I will say that this may be the most adult content of all the content that I bring into this fandom, but STILL no sm*t, okay? Will definitely mention some things that take and have taken place. Enjoy, and let me know how you feel, unless you hate it. Then, Chile stop reading and go. I don’t wanna waste neither of our time with that situation.

And just to tag the folk who initially expressed interest the first time, and lemme tell y’all… This tagging was a little difficult for me, so I shalln’t be doing it again, I don’t believe. You ain’t gotta read it, either. I just wanted to extend the invite for anybody who might have been interested: @adorkable-blackgirl  @chenoahchantel @cactus-con @up-the-tube @riebellion  @itsyaapollochild @oof–musicals @lesbian-so-what @woahjusttakeiteasy-man @meadowstryingtobepretty @imma-sensitive-btch @okaygal21 @midernacht @divinereign4ever @xoxoemille @starry-nightschool

Plot: Pansexual Playboy Henry Hart finally decides to settle down, with his two best friends, Jasper & Charlotte. Each have a history with him and a present with each other, and he simply can’t let either of them go… Not this time around.

01. Reality Bites

Charlotte had just moved the last of her things into Jasper’s apartment and was not even the least bit interested in trying to unpack, yet. She had packed two all encompassing luggage bags with all of her necessities to live out of for a moment, just in case it didn’t work out wonderfully and she had to abort this mission. In the meantime, the beginning of their little life together was at least cute. Jasper had cozy surroundings. His parents didn’t like for him to have things growing up, so he was one of those people who was satisfied with less. But… Charlotte was used to high quality and high maintenance, so she would definitely be turning this place around, if they lasted.

She was having some trouble getting on her feet. It wasn’t that she wasn’t qualified to do things. She definitely was. She went to school. She got degrees. She applied for jobs. She worked them. The thing was that she had this bad habit of putting in less effort than the company wanted. A lot of productivity rules were just busy work and programming. She only wanted to do what was necessary to get her work done. Bosses hated her for that. She was constantly getting fired and had gotten to the point where her parents were sick of it and forced her to get out of their place. “You could always go back to the Man Cave,” Jasper had suggested. Yeah, right. Where Henry was? 

He was part of the problem. She had put so much into him, into them and he simply moved on as soon as it got a little bit difficult, as was his romance method of operation. After that, she wondered why even try to hard when you could simply to whatever you had to and get good results. To be fair and honest, had she thought more about it, she might have realized that what she was actually experiencing was heartbreak and depression. But, she thought that she was just tired of people taking advantage of her.

Jasper, on the other hand had been doing fine. He wasn’t doing great, but he was at least working regularly and was able to afford to take care of himself. Then again, he didn’t eat healthy, keep groceries stocked, or have the best products in the place. In fact, at the moment, he had wine on the kitchen counter, half a bag of tortilla chips in the pantry, and one shelf of condiments on the door of the fridge, with beer on the top rack. So… He didn’t have himself together, but he did have working water, electricity, a vehicle, a home… stuff that she was lacking on because she couldn’t be happy in any career path she had tried, thus far.

But, they found each other again, after some time apart and some distance. Their friendship faltered slightly when he admitted to her some years ago (some months after she and Henry were over) that he and Henry were together. WTF? She didn’t know what part of bro-code,girl code… (friendship? code) was being violated by that relationship, but she felt in her bones that it was betrayal and so, she was good on him. She was good on him a couple of years later when he apologized and told her that karma had caught up to him, because Henry had broken things off. She was good on him up until she came into this bar to meet up with a friend for a promotion celebration and he was serving drinks and let her drink for free. 

It became her thing. She certainly wasn’t able to buy her own drinks, not regularly, anyway, and she’d forgotten how good of a listener Jasper was. She could complain about her problems and drink them away, and she had a good listener available who wasn’t going to take advantage of her if she got too drunk. After a while, it started being hanging out socially, then talking on the phone, texting, social media and finally, she began spending nights. 

They didn’t put any label on things. Labels made Charlotte nervous and Jasper was simply in a headspace where he just wanted to try to enjoy life, with or without someone in it, but it was wonderful to have somebody in it that he had known for so long. It was also good to know her in this new way.

By the time that she was moving in and looking for another job, they had been seeing each other for five months. That was also around the time that Henry called about his opportunity to be on a reality tv show. He called Jasper, not Charlotte, but upon learning that they were together, invited her along, as well. The last thing that she wanted to do was see Henry, but she also didn’t trust him around her Jasper, so she went along just to feel him out. 

Whenever they got to the place, Junk N Stuff was gone, as were several of the neighbors to it and now there was this brownstone and Charlotte was confused, but Jasper went right inside, like he’d been here before. There was a doorman there that looked familiar to Charlotte, but she didn’t know why. “Hey, Gooch. What’s up?”

“Gooch?” She repeated and took a look at the guy. He did look like the Gooch she remembered, but he was much younger. “Wait, did Schwoz find some kind of way to reverse aging or something?”

Jasper laughed and said, “It’s Gooba’s son. Finding out about him was one of the reasons he left. Anyway, we can talk about that later.” Gooch’s son was staring at Charlotte. He looked a little bit younger than them, but not so much that he wouldn’t have been a full kid whenever they initially worked with Gooch. Anyway, she smiled politely and kept following Jasper. 

“How long has this been here?” She wondered.

“Couple years.”

“It’s conspicuous. What does Henry even do that people would reasonably believe that he could have this built and live here?” She wondered.

“You… really have chosen to fully avoid him, huh?” Jasper asked.

“He’s the worst. I don’t need that kind of energy. Mine already sucks.” Whenever they entered the place that she guessed was Henry’s she quickly had that confirmed by the huge, wall sized painting of himself, nude, but covered gingerly with flowers, in a flower crown with flowers what, falling from the sky? She sighed at the painting, rolled her eyes and they followed his voice. 

“Well, I don’t have the time for that type of contract, Levi! I’m about to be in talks for my new show…” He noticed them and smiled, waving them inside, “And I have guests arriving now. No, not clients. I told you, I don’t have appointments today. Look, just fix it. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up and turned around, “Char!” He said, excitedly and rushed to hug her and pick her up from the ground. “You look gorgeous. I see your teeth are still perfect and you’ve let your hair and skin join the perfection club, as well.”

“They always were, but thanks for noticing.” She blushed and looked at the ground as Henry went to hug Jasper, too. 

“And you! Buddy… You gonna cut the beers, or nah?”

“Char’s fine with the beer belly.”

“It’s not a beer belly,” she cut in. “He’s always been a little bit gooey.”

“He wasn’t with me,” Henry said and gave Jasper a smile that said that he was thinking of those days, or nights, or… whatever. 

Charlotte stepped in between them and reminded him, “Well, he isn’t with you.”

“Right! The two of you, now. So… That’s interesting. Unless both of you have changed drastically, I never would have pegged you two to be sexually compatible.”

“What, are you a professional sexual compatibility… person?” Charlotte asked.

Henry smiled and corrected her, “Liscensed sex therapist, with special focus on sex positive therapy.” She sighed. Of COURSE, he’d get a degree on sex. “Don’t look like that. My work is very important! I help save marriages. I help people not hate themselves for being normal. What kind of fancy schmancy science is keeping Charlotte Page’s attention these days.”

“The kind where I bring drinks to tables until I get back into another lab.”

“Her bad attitude gets her fired a lot,” Jasper said.

“Not my bad attitude. Corporations’ insistence on overworking people who know better than to allow themselves to be used,” she corrected.

“Having a money issue?” Henry wondered.

“I haven’t found the right lab yet, that is it,” she insisted.

“Okay. Well, if, while you’re looking, you don’t mind having a camera or two pointed in your face, I want to invite you two to be a part of the cast for my new reality show adventure.”

“How the heck are you gonna have a reality show whenever half of your life is a secret?” Charlotte wondered. “Wait… Are you no longer Swellview’s hero? Because, I will definitely work in the Man Cave if you’re not gonna be there.”

“I am the new hero man of Swellview. Captain Man is still working, because he is indestructible and not super old yet. But, yes, we are partners.”

“Are you Man Danger?” Charlotte asked.

“He’s Dr. FeelGood,” Jasper said. 

“MISTER FeelGood. Dr. Feel Good is copywritten.”

“Both are corny,” Charlotte said.

“You’re a waitress who has like seven degrees,” Henry said.

“Ouch,” she replied. 

“To answer the question you asked before the cascade of shade that you threw me, I’m gonna do the show with production that knows that I’m Mister FeelGood, so they will never record or release anything that has me working in that way, because they work for me.” Charlotte raised her hand. “Yes?”

“So… Was Man Danger unavailable in the superhero names database, Danger just too vague? Captain Danger too much like Captain Man? Like… what possessed you to go to Mister FeelGood?” 

Henry smiled and rolled his eyes then pointed to Jasper, “You in?”

“In? Like… What is the show even about? Just following you around and recording all of your life when you aren’t fighting crime?”

“It… Is about me coming out of the shadow of all of my Swellview celebrity friends and trying to become a Swellview celebrity, in my own rite.”

“Swellview has celebrities?” Charlotte wondered.

“Whenever I go places, people still say things to me like, “Hey - you used to be friends with that science girl, Charlotte. Whatever happened to her? Or, hey - do you ever still talk to Jasper Dunlop? It was so cool that he was a real hero, much like Kid Danger. I thought WAS Kid Danger, at some point! Or, what’s happened to the guy who used to own that junk shop? He doesn’t get voted for as the most handsome man in Swellview anymore. Did he die?” Charlotte and Jasper were both laughing and leaning on each other. Henry said, “I have my own private practice. I help people in my daily life and I’m a superhero. I would like to be seen as something other than the guy who’s dated TWO girls from Kids in the Woods.”

“OH MY GOD!” Charlotte said and cackled.

“I totally forgot about that! And I just had spa day with them last month!” Jasper said.

“With Bianca and Chloe?” Henry wondered.

“Yep. They started taking me with them after you and I broke up. There’s a Henry Hartbreak Plan, so you’re definitely not riding on just our forgotten celebrity alone.”

“A Henry Hartbreak Plan?” Charlotte repeated.

“It’s a boost of vitamins and painkillers, a punching bag workout set to music, a shower. massage, detox, and a long snuggly nap. The spa owner has some history with Hen, too.”

Henry sighed and pointed at finger at Jasper, “That was mostly in her head!”

“That spa day sounds valuable. You didn’t tell me about all that. You just said Girls Day with the Hartbroken Club.”

“Come next time,” Jasper said. 

Henry watched the two of them talking. They were both still extremely attractive and each had that lovers’ glow with each other. It made him miss them, both. He missed their friendships and he missed being with them. Of course, those were two separate relationships, but he missed those relationships. He had never had anyone like either of them before. He thought that he would never get over Jasper and still wasn’t, but the surprise of seeing Char again, and her being even more perfect than he’d remembered… He was unsure of how he had ever gotten over her. Looking at them both right now, he realized that he hadn’t. He just thought that he had. “It’s only a thousand dollars per episode for this first season, if it even goes beyond that, but…”

“I’m in,” Charlotte said.

“I could use an extra couple of thousand, as well,” Jasper said.

“Cool… Why don’t you let Bianca and Chloe know. Of course, everyone will have to speak with my production team on camera to see what they think, but… I believe that they’d like to have all of the components of my celebrity associations for this thing.”

“So, does that mean that Piper is involved?” Charlotte wondered.

“We can’t really pay Piper to be involved, but she did tell me that if the show makes waves, then we’ll talk…” He was barely done with his comment and Charlotte was laughing at him. “She told me that you two still talk, though. She didn’t give me your number.”

“I girl coded her not to years ago, when I changed it,” Charlotte said. 

“My assistant Levi will need it, to let you know about appointments and stuff.”

“It’s cut off. Just call Jasper. We live together,” she said with a shrug.

“You live together? It’s… that serious?” he wondered, a little bit heartbroken, though he wasn’t sure from which one, but leaning towards both.

“I mean… It’s going great,” Jasper said and wrapped an arm around Charlotte.

Henry nodded, and blinked away the sadness that he felt might show in his eyes. “Well, congrats on that. You two deserve to be happy, more than anybody else that I know.” He reached forward to pull both of them into a hug. Jasper returned it, but Charlotte froze up, and he noticed that she’d done so earlier too. He pulled back and looked at the two of them. They clung to each other as they both fought to tear their eyes away from Henry’s face, so neither of them had seen their reactions to him, but he had seen both. “Later,” they said. Henry smiled and saw them out. So, they were in for the show at least. He hoped that the cameras wouldn’t catch too much of all of that emotion that was floating through the room.

#Poly Wanna #Nesha HD Fics #henry danger #henry hart #charlotte page #jasper dunlop #hd ot3

[mysamcedesmadness]

So, I Got a Dress

I decided to follow up on the little story “So I Had a Dream.” If you get the time and its not a bother, let a sista know what you think. 😘

Charlotte stepped off of the elevator and rushed to sit next to Ray, “Ray! I have to talk to you!”

He groaned, “Did you straddle Henry in that elevator, young lady?”

She grimaced, “What? NO!” She shook her head, almost so disturbed that she was distracted from her initial point. But then again, oh yeah! “I agreed to go on a date with Henry. A. Date. Ray!” 

Ray smirked and pointed a finger at Schwoz. “It’s time, Schwoz,” he said.

“Time? What’s that mean? It’s time for what?” She asked nervously. 

Schwoz went to the Auto Snacker and ordered, “2 Large Popped Corns, 2 Hotdogs, 2 Sodas and the It’s Time Bubblegum.”

Charlotte looked even more confused, “What the heck is the,” She did the quotation marks with her fingers, “It’s Time” Bubblegum?” Schwoz brought over Ray’s snacks and handed Charlotte a gumball.

“This has touched your hands,” she told him, not even reaching for it. Ray snatched it, dipped it in his soda and tried to give it to her again. “It’s more gross, now. So, no thank you and I STILL don’t know what the heck it is!” Her voice was loud and high pitched in her anxiety. 

Schwoz grumbled and returned to the machine as Ray said, “You see Charlotte, Schwoz and I have been waiting for this to happen. We all knew that eventually you and Henry would have to see each other this way. It’s just regular human biology.”

“Human biology works on a huge, very vast spectrum and neither Henry nor myself have ever outlined or defined our personal...”

“We knew it was gonna happen, Charlotte,” he repeated, more final.

“The It’s Time Bubblegum in a sanitary container,” Schwoz ordered, rolling his eyes. 

“Okay, so what does this bubblegum do then? Is it supposed to be helpful for my date with Henry.”

“Oh yeah. It’ll be helpful,” He said.

She accepted the gumball this time, unwrapped it and chewed, “If I blow this bubble and something bad happens, know that I am not above violence.” She added towards Schwoz, “And you are not indestructible.” She blew the bubble and her outfit changed into something that she would never wear in a million years, which hugged her curves and showed some cleavage, even and she commented, “I feel extremely awkward that a grown little man thought up this outfit for me.”

“Hey! A grown big man did that. Ah? Its what guys like!” Ray cheered. 

She frowned, “Where is the Time’s Up Bubblegum?” She asked.

“The what?” Ray and Schwoz wondered. 

“Whatever the bubblegum is that puts me back into comfortable clothes, instead of this desperate attempt to impress a boy with my physical, instead of my mental!” She practically shrieked.

“Ohhhhh. No, I didn’t make a bubblegum like that. What are you trying to do, blow this date?” Schwoz wondered, laughing, which Ray joined in.

“Ugh, Well, I’m going home to change and I’m doing so ON the clock!” She grabbed her backpack, threw it on her arm, punched Ray in the arm and took a swing at Schwoz, but he ducked behind Ray and she punched Ray again in the side of the head trying to hit Schwoz. 

“Just, keep on the necklace. Trust me. It’ll be worth it!” Ray said,  not affected at all by her punches. She stormed to the tube and when she was gone, Ray added, “For us!” He and Schwoz settled in their seats with their snacks and turned on the screen to reveal a camera feed from the necklace Charlotte had on. She was marching angrily by the building and muttering hexes upon Ray and Schwoz’s name for this ridiculous boobie dress. 

Ray laughed and Schwoz commented, “She said boobie.”

Henry was outside of the store when she had to try to pass by to get home, arguing with a solicitor, “No, Dude. No, we’re not interested in selling bags of cream from the inside of cookies. What would people even do with that?”

“They’d make cream cookies EVEN creamier!” The man said. 

“Okay, look... I’ll buy some, but only because I really love really creamy cookies. But this is a terrible business plan, and I feel that it is necessary to tell you that.” Henry reached for his wallet and Charlotte tried to cross the street and sneak by unnoticed while he was reaching for cash.

But, the other guys saw her and commented, “I’d like to cream that cookie!” 

She almost turned around to give him a piece of her mind for having the audacity to be such a rude pervert, but whenever Henry looked up, wondering, “Dude, what?” He saw her. He froze for a moment and she could tell that Ray was right, about this one thing, that he certainly liked the outfit. But, he quickly realized what the guy had just said and who he said it about, “Hey, that’s a lady you jerk! I don’t care how much of her delectable skin is showing - you watch your mouth when you address a woman!” The guy rolled his eyes and Henry put away his cash, “You know what, Buddy? You just lost a sale. I don’t patronize street harassing weirdos.” The man sighed and headed towards Charlotte. “Acht! Don’t you go that way! You take your business upwind, Pal. Leave that extremely beautiful woman in peace. She doesn’t want your cookie cream and I want to really rub this in now, that is a terrible business plan!” The guy went the opposite direction and Henry jogged over to Charlotte. Great. She should have taken the time that he was defending her honor to haul ass. But, she had to see that through, and she had to admit - it was pretty hot.

“Can you believe that guy?” She asked, laughing and trying to cover her cleavage with her folded arms, but that just pushed it up worst. 

“I can’t believe that dress. What are you doing? Was that like in your bag? Was this a bet? You look ridiculous,” he said, trying to sound like he was insulting her, but she noticed that he licked his lips at just how ridiculous she looked.

“Stupid Ray and Stupid Schwoz gave me a stupid date outfit bubblegum and I blew the bubble without any type of official documents! Like a Stupid Charlotte!”

“Well... I’ve always thought yellow looks really good on you. Makes your skin just pop.” 

“I don’t want my skin popping!” Henry looked her over again. He certainly didn’t mind her skin popping. “HEY! Eyes up top!”

“Sorry. It’s a really good fit,” he said.

“Hey... Lemme have one of your change back gumballs. It should do the trick,” she said. He looked around. “I’ll go back inside to blow the bubble!”

In the Man Cave Ray and Schwoz booed, “NO! We need to see this disaster date take place, once and for all!” Ray said, then triple beeped Henry.  

Henry gasped, looked around, ducked next to the building and opened the hologram, “Yeah, what’s going on? I’m right outside.”

“Get in here, quickly! Don’t stop to do anything. Run, Henry! Hurry!” 

Henry started running and apologetically told Charlotte, “Sorry, Char, gotta run. I’ll swing by right after work, though for the date!”

“Just TOSS me the gum!” She suggested, but he was flash lightening his way to the Man Cave to see what Ray’s emergency was. Charlotte fumed and kept marching towards home. She was honked at several times before in the Man Cave, Ray turned off the monitor to not get caught by Henry as he heard the elevator doors.

Henry was breathing hard and wondered, “What happened? Have we been infiltrated? Is there a catastrophe coming our way?” 

Ray shrugged his shoulders and ate some popcorn, “Nah, I was just testing your response time. Henry threw his head back, annoyed and Ray told him, “Kinda shoddy. You must’ve stopped to say something to Charlotte or something.”

“No, I left Charlotte out there and now, she’s probably being hounded by perverts because of that stupid dress you gave her!”

“It’s a nice dress!” Ray commented.

“It’s the kind of dress that a guy wants to get into, and you know that! Some dude said the most vulgar thing about her a while ago and I didn’t give her a change back gumball running up here to you, PLUS, now I’m gonna be all sweaty, unless I go home and wash up and change. Thanks for the help, Ray!” Henry pouted as he stormed towards the elevator, distracted by even the thought of that dress on Charlotte’s cute little body that he didn’t even realize was so nioce.”And I’m going home ON the clock!”

“Your generation doesn’t like to work for anything!” Ray yelled at the closing elevator doors. “Some. People.” He turned the scanner back on and Charlotte was trying to nicely tell some guys to get lost. “Uh oh,” Ray said. 

“Listen, I know that my booty is doing the POW and the POW, but I didn’t ask for that feedback and I need to get somewhere, so please, move!” She squealed. She was practically being surrounded and Ray triple beeped Henry again.

“Dude, you’re paying me for wasting my time, and that’s all that there is to it.”

“Charlotte’s in trouble, two blocks away at that intersection with the new liquor store!”

Henry was already popping in his gum as he wondered, “How do you know?” He hid to blow his bubble and Ray made noises and pretended that their connection was bad. “Gonna hurt him when I get back!” Henry swiftly rushed to Charlotte’s aid and the three guys circling her paused. “Hey! Get away from her!” He called out.

“Oh, Snap! It’s Kid Danger, Son!” the blond one said. Henry just stepped towards him pretending he might throw a punch and they all fled.

“I’m gonna hurt Ray whenever I get back!” She fumed. “That was the scariest three blocks of my life! That’s exactly why I hardly ever show off my figure. Always some brute around ready to proposition you. Like I want any portion of that wigga stick!” She covered her mouth and blushed. “Pardon my language.”

“Didn’t bother me,” he said and smiled softly, “You okay?” 

“Yeah, now that you’re here. Wait, how did you know that I was here?” She wondered.

“Ray told me.”

“How did he...?” She looked around at her stuff, then reached for her neck and snatched the necklace off. “That complete and utter bonehead! I never should have taken a job at a place with no Human Resources Department!” She threw the necklace on the ground and stomped on it, ruining Ray and Schwoz’s feed, much to their dismay.

Henry told her, “I’m gonna go behind this building, change and meet you right on the other side, then, I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

“Why don’t we both go so that I can blow myself out of this dress?” She wondered.

“I was hoping that we could just head to the date early and you could... Keep it on. I mean, that’s selfish, “You’re absolutely right. Here,” he gave her a gumball and said, take a different building and I’ll meet you at the corner in a couple of minutes.” She nodded her head and headed for the corner. When Henry resurfaced, he saw that she was still in the dress. “Char, what’s going on? You okay? Did something else happen?” He looked around trying to see who’s butt was gonna receive his foot.

“Well, I remembered something. Just another block up and around the corner is that picnic cafe that we always make fun of couples for going to. I mean, it’s corny, but it isn’t far and we’ve already had quite a day, so...?” She offered him her arm and he smiled and wrapped his in hers. “Besides, yellow does look good on me and the fact that these men are trying to police my body just makes me fond of this ridiculous boobie dress.”

“Well, you definitely look ridiculous,” he commented, again. But this time, she could tell that he meant it as a compliment. 

“Thanks. You look ridiculous too.” 

#So I Had a Dream #hdfanfic #henry danger #Chenry #So I Got a Dress

[maevefiction]

Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 52

Tom and I were able to spend just over two weeks together alone with Henry, and we’d quickly become a well-oiled machine. It was seamless, really…which made me wonder how I was going to function when he left on March 1st for Kong promo. I cried, and so did Tom as he was leaving, a puzzled Henry in my arms looking back and forth between us during our final hug goodbye. He’d be returning to London on the 13th, and I made sure to cross every single day off on the calendar before I ate breakfast because nothing makes you lose track of time more than when you’re caring for an infant while thoroughly sleep deprived and missing your partner so badly it actually aches.

All in all I thought I was handling things well, though there were days when breakfast was the only real meal I ate and showering was such a rare and special treat that if I actually took one two days in a row I almost felt guilty. There was one day I managed to shower and eat three meals within a 24-hour period and man, I felt like I’d conquered the Kingdom of Domesticity, lemme tell ya. Alongside the chaos and the exhaustion, though, there were countless moments of joy and discovery as Henry and I got to know each other as separate entities. I’d already begun naming objects during playtime and while flipping through picture books, and, honestly, I blathered on with such constancy that I figured the first discernible sound he’d make would be ‘shh’. Every night we’d sit together in the nursery room rocker and I’d read to him, mostly rudimentary level children’s stories. Skippyjon Jones always seemed to get him amped up the most, his little arms waving as I voiced each character accordingly, sometimes to the point where I’d be laughing too hard to continue. And, of course, I sang. I sang when he was fussy, which wasn’t often, I sang when I changed his diapers, I sang during bath time, I sang when he nursed, and I sang as I rocked him to sleep. Actual songs, songs I made up on the fly, lullabies, humming classical tunes…he appeared to enjoy it, and the day before Tom was due home he flashed me a great big gummy smile from his bouncy seat when I added dancing to my rendition of Melanie’s ‘Brand New Key’. Despite all official guidance suggesting babies were only capable of smiling reflexively until they were nearly at the the two-month-old mark or later, Henry’s was genuine. I know this because I spent a good portion of that particular day testing my theory, and every time I sang that damn song and danced like a fool, there it was. I thought about Skyping Tom in order to share my super-scientific findings, but decided it was only one more day until he’d be able to see it in person…also, I was dying to see what would happen if he sang it and danced as well.

Tom’s flight was scheduled to land at six PM, which meant he’d probably be rolling in around seven-thirty at the earliest. Henry typically nursed every two or three hours, sleeping in between at nighttime and napping here and there during the day. That evening I’d tucked him in at six-thirty and turned on the baby monitor, fully intending to squeeze in a snack and a shower before Tom got home, but then I made the grievous error of sitting down in the rocker for a brief spell just to make sure that Henry was really and truly out before I left the room, because I’d learned the hard way that sometimes he’d pop awake. Nothing like having shampoo in your hair when your kiddo starts crying in the adjoining room, you know?

I must have dozed off immediately, because the next thing I knew I was dreaming that Tom was saying my name, and the dream was so vivid that I could actually feel his hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. Dream me tipped her head to the left to nuzzle dream Tom’s hand, and when the fingers of the hand grasped the back of my neck and the thumb stroked the magic spot behind my ear I inhaled sharply, catching his scent as I did so. My eyes flew open, and there he was, sitting on the ottoman in front of me. I reached up to grab his wrist, finding it warm to the touch which reassured me that I hadn’t lost my damn mind. A long, deep, delighted sigh from me broke the silence.

“You’re real. You’re back. I missed you. So, so much. I thought I was dreaming, you know, but there you fucking are and…”

He cut me off with a kiss, his tongue parting my lips and thrusting into my mouth in order to tousle with mine. We hadn’t been intimate since before Henry was born, given that I was technically on the disabled list until after my six-week checkup. It hadn’t been an issue for me, really, because I’d still been bleeding rather heavily right up until the day after Tom left. The bleeding had ceased completely by the 5th, but prior to this scenario I hadn’t even felt a tingle of desire since giving birth. Nothing. Nada. Deadsville. With a combination his scent and a smooch it was resurrected, back from the beyond, good to go, and ready to rock times infinity. I reciprocated, first sucking on his tongue, then his lip, then continued to devour him until we had to break to breathe. He stared into my eyes, dazed and panting, his left hand slipping under the bottom of my robe and up my thigh, coming to rest between my legs, a throaty ‘oh’ escaping him as his fingers brushed my panties and he realized I wasn’t wearing a pad. When I propelled my hips forward against his hand he groaned, then began to rub my mound, circling slowly. As the cotton grew damp, his eyes rolled back into his head briefly, then focused on me again…they were impossibly full of want, and I bit my lip. He shook his head, dutifully trying to clear it and pull himself back from the brink.

“Maude. I’m so sorry. I know perfectly well that you can’t…I have no idea what I was thinking.”

I exhaled through pursed lips, my chest heaving. “I’m fine. Wait, that’s not what I meant to say. What I meant to say is that I am on fucking fire…”

He whined, a low and thoroughly devastating sound. “May I…I…taste you? Make you come? Please? I can smell you and it’s…I…I can’t…I need to…”

I lifted my hips off the seat to signal that fuck yeah, yes you can, get these things off me but it turned out that wasn’t necessary because he ripped my underwear clean off as if the fabric was a piece of ancient, crumbling parchment. He slid off the ottoman and down onto his knees, lifting my legs in the process.

“Feet. Shoulders. Now. Please.”

It was then that I remembered that hello, a baby recently popped out of there and your husband hasn’t seen this part of you at close range since then and what if it’s different and/or totally unappealing? I hesitated, and he nipped the inside of my right thigh before placing my feet where he wanted them on his own, then dove right in, licking a stripe from my asshole up to my clit, then back down and up again and again, finally taking the nub between his teeth to shake it gently before closing his mouth around it and sucking rhythmically. I had to slap my hand over my own mouth to keep from screaming as I humped his face until I came. He kept going, reducing his suction just enough to leave me on the edge, and I felt the tip of his finger at my entrance. Still not ceasing his ministrations, he peered up at me and I nodded. In it went, inching its way up to my G-spot. He stroked back and forth, round and round, until I began to swivel my hips in the opposite direction. After adding a second digit he began to slide them in and out ever-so-slowly, gradually increasing the speed until the sliding became thrusting, and as I felt another orgasm was imminent I covered the hand already over my mouth with my other one, just in case.

My muffled screams were accompanied by his moans, almost entirely suppressed by my flesh. He stopped sucking completely, instead navigating every fold and crevice with his tongue and waiting for me to apply pressure to his forehead before he pulled his fingers out and his head away. He shifted and lowered my legs back to a resting position in order to rise up so he was vertical, though still on his knees. The sight of his face slick and glossy, eyes narrowed as he inhaled and exhaled rapidly through his nose was so intensely arousing that I leaned forward, grabbed him by his white T-shirt and pulled him in for another kiss…a sloppy, noisy wet one that assured me that if nothing else, my flavor hadn’t changed whatsoever. The rocker began pitching forward and back with more force that it had while he was eating me out, and the cause, I established, was Tom humping the seat cushion. I reached between us and began to unbutton and unzip his jeans, but he stopped me in my tracks, fingers wrapping around my wrists and shifting them to the side as he cut short our kiss, shaking his head back and forth as he moved away.

I growled, then frowned, ready to question his behavior until he stood and held out his hand to help me up. Without a word, he led me through the adjoining doorway and to our bed, stripping naked in a flash and gesturing for me to do the same. Again, I hesitated. He’d seen my boobs plenty of times before he’d left to do promo, but other than a glance after a shower or something similar he hadn’t seen me in all my post-partum glory as yet. I had, though, and while I’d thought all along that I looked pretty damn good, somehow standing in front of this gorgeous being resulted in my confidence bubble deflating like a balloon that’s not successfully knotted. Squeak pffffttt, there it goes. He stepped forward and undid the belt tie at my waist, then slipped his arms around me inside the fabric and pulled me against his warmth, hard cock pressing into my belly, and as he ground it against me his unspoken message came through loud and clear…that was because of me, and for me. And one should never pass when offered cock, should one? Hell no. I shrugged off the robe and let it fall to the floor, and he stepped back to look me over as he licked his lips, took both my hands in his own, squeezed, then released them to gesture for me to lie down on the mattress. I obliged, glancing at the monitor station on the night table along the way to make sure Henry was still sleeping. And, you know…still there in his crib and breathing, because that’s apparently a side effect of becoming a parent, frequent intervals of sheer terror followed by obsessive observance.

Tom placed first one knee, then the other on the foot of the bed as his hands nudged my legs apart, pressing outward on the inner portion of my knees until there was enough room for him to crawl in between them. He knelt there, staring at me, until I sat up, reaching forward to take him in hand. He gasped at my touch, his arms lifting, hands coming to rest on my shoulders.

“Ohhhh…Mauuuddee…” He continued to moan as I stroked him, and though my intent had been to finish the job I couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt when he was inside me, and how long it had been since we’d been able to fuck face-to-face, and how much I missed witnessing the way his head fell back and his neck tensed so gloriously when he came. First my rhythm faltered, then I released his cock and lowered myself back onto the bed, leaving him with the options of joining me or letting go of my shoulders and staying where he was. He leaned forward with me, still holding on until his knuckles scraped the mattress, wherein he loosened his grip and positioned his hands on the bed to either side of my head.

He remained on all fours, both of us staring at each other, until I wrapped my legs around his waist and attempted to pull him downward. The gesture was met with resistance, and after a short pause to consider how to proceed, I spoke. Three words, our gazes locked, the sound breathy, the tone pleading.

“I want you.”

A tiny smile from him, then the corners of his mouth tipping downward in a frown of concern. “And I want you. So badly. I’m desperate for it, the feel of you all around me. Are you certain…is this…is it alright?”

I reached up and around him to clasp my hands behind his shoulders. “Only one way to find out for sure. You willing to give it a try?”

He groaned, biting his lip, his body already beginning to gravitate downward toward mine. “You’ll tell me straight away if I’m hurting you?”

“Uh-huh.”

Balancing himself on one hand, he used the other to line himself up and nudge the head of his cock against my opening. His eyes never left mine as he worked himself inside at a snail’s pace, ever-so gently, and the shade of red his face had turned served to me as an indicator that the anticipation might actually be killing him so I canted my hips upward in order to speed up the process. He gasped, his own hips reflexively driving him forward in reaction to my action, and with one more thrust from me he was finally fully sheathed.

“Oh. Maude. Oh. OH.” He blinked and shook his head, the hand that had been guiding him into me returning to the mattress just above my shoulder, his lower belly now resting against mine. “You’re okay? Any pain? Discomfort? Just say the word…”

“I have two words. Fuck, and me. Fuck me. Please. Now. Tom. My god.”

He grinned. “Am I?”

“Are you what?”

“You said ‘Tom, my god’.”

I raked my nails down his back. “Yes, Tom. You’re my god. Now, I pray, wield thy rod and deliver us to the promised land.”

Snorting, he began to circle his hips. “Oh, that was awful.”

Smirking, I lowered my arms back to my sides, then reached up to tweak his nipples. “Oh, I know. But still…the rod. Wield it. I need it.”

He moved in and out, still circling, my own hips moving in time with his thrusts. As our tempo increased everything else around us grew hazy, the lines of objects blurring until all I could see clearly was his face, his shoulders, his chest…and there was indeed no pain, no discomfort, the only possible difference from before being that I was slightly more aware, more sensitive, but that was easily attributable to it having been so damn long since we’d been in this position and as far as I was concerned missionary had never, ever been so fucking heavenly. I’d wondered if I’d still be able to squeeze, and was relived when I gave it a go and Tom screeched like a banshee, then began pounding into me, harder and harder until I came with him doing the same seconds afterward. As his hips continued to twitch I locked my legs around his waist by way of my ankles and rode his still-hard cock until I came again, then again, chanting his name the entire time. He collapsed on top of me, face nuzzling my neck, nibbling here and there as I rubbed his back. He shifted so he could see me, his smile beatific.

“Hi.”

I smiled in return. “Hi.”

His left eyebrow rose. “Everything all right?”

“Everything is spectacular, thank you.” My once again confidence faded, as did my smile, when I wondered what his experience had been, post birth. “How did it…you know…was it…for you…was it…different, or anything?”

“Yes. It was different.” He leaned in to touch his forehead to mine. “Because I’ve come to love you even more than ever before. Which I would have thought impossible, yet, it’s…happened. What I witnessed in that room, Maude…using this body, your body, you performed a miracle right before my eyes…you endured and persevered and brought forth life, the embodiment of our physical and ethereal union…and the fact that you find me worthy of giving, receiving and sharing pleasure with you in this way, experiencing the divinity of your flesh…I just…I…”

In lieu of weeping, I opted for sarcasm. “So, the sex was okay, then?” He chuckled, and I giggled, and when the chuckle transitioned into full on laughter the force of it shifted him to the side a smidge, at which point I noticed wetness between us where it decidedly did not belong. “Shit, sorry babe…it would appear the divine flesh has sprung a leak. It’s baptism by breastmilk for you, my dude. Wow, the religious references just keep on coming today. Pretty sure I just heard Anne clucking her tongue at me all the way from California.”

Tom grunted, grinding against me. “All I heard was ‘coming’ and ‘tongue’.”

As his lips met mine we were interrupted by the sound of Henry whimpering, which caused my boobs to leak even more. Tom’s torso lifted off of me, and I placed my palms on his chest. “Alas, play time is over for now, good sir. Tiny human requires a snack.”

He pulled out and knee-walked backward to the foot of the bed, then stood. “Would you like me to bring him in here for you?”

I shook my head as I got up, then bent to grab my robe off the floor. “Nope. There’s no way I’m missing the expression on his face when he sees you.”

After I slipped my arms into the robe, Tom handed me the T-shirt he’d been wearing so I could clean up. “Here you are, my love. I’m going to grab a pair of shorts…can you wait for me?”  

Nodding, I did a brisk mop-job, dropped the T-shirt back onto the floor, then tied the belt loosely in place. We held hands as we walked to the nursery, but I fell back and let go once we we entered in order to allow Tom to lead the way. Henry’s whimpering had evolved into what I liked to call the Universal Baby Siren Wail, and as Tom first approached then leaned into the crib, I hustled to find a vantage point from where I’d have the best view of both of them. Tom reached down to move the Pooh quilt aside, then rested his hand on Henry’s torso.

“Hey now, baby boy. It’s all right. We’re here.” He slipped his other hand underneath Henry to support his head, then shifted the hand that had been on his torso under his bum, lifting and holding him out directly in front of him, then turning him sideways to cradle him against his upper chest. “Shh, shh, we’re here.”

Henry quieted immediately, eyes un-squinching, then opening widely as he fully realized that someone other than the food-giver was holding him. Tom’s megawatt smile broke out across his face, and when Henry smiled in return I damn near died right then and there. Tom’s mouth dropped open, his head turning toward me so fast that whiplash was an actual concern.

“Maude, he smiled. Did you see? He smiled at me. I mean, I think he smiled at me. Perhaps it’s just gas or…”

“Oh, it’s not gas. He smiles. And he totally just smiled at you, the little bugger.” I moved closer to my dudes and slipped my arm around Tom’s waist. “It started yesterday, but he only does it for me when I put on a show for him.” It had crossed my mind to keep that bit of info to myself because I didn’t want him to feel as if he’d missed out on something, but I knew there would without a doubt be firsts either he or I would miss along the way,  because children develop at such a rapid pace all you have to do is be looking in the wrong direction for a second and that’s that. It initially appeared that Tom seemed thoroughly unaffected by my statement, however, and returned his focus to Henry.

“Henry, that was quite a spectacular smile. It’s made Daddy feel very, very special. Thank you. I missed you so much while I was gone, and I want to keep you all to myself but I know you’re hungry, so here’s Mamma, all right?” He passed him to me, and I headed over to the rocker, pausing before I sat down when I felt Tom’s hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him, and he smiled bashfully as he spoke.

“Would you mind if I sat with you? Or if there’s not enough space would you consider sitting on my lap while you nurse him? I…I’d like to be close to both of you.”

I smiled back. “Sitting on your lap sounds like perfection. Park that pretty ass, Tom.”

He complied, and I lowered myself carefully into place, resting semi-sideways. He wrapped his right arm around me to serve as support, his hand grasping my hip, fingers splayed. We remained silent until I’d burped Henry for the second time and Tom began to rock us all forward and back slowly. He spoke, voice hushed so Henry’s attempting to doze off wouldn’t be disturbed.

“I knew it was possible…likely, even…that certain milestones in his development might occur in my absence. And I’m aware that such moments are fleeting, even if I happen to be nearby. But having it actually happen the first time out of the gate…well…we’ve yet to discuss it, though I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit, and I don’t know how much consideration you’ve given to it, if any, because lord knows you’ve been busy here on the frontlines all alone, but...where do you see us, going forward, in regard to our occupational statuses?”

While I hadn’t committed to anything, my plan while pregnant had been to take twelve weeks off, then return to work at Prosper at least three days a week and continue to be the Great and Powerful OZ behind the curtain for Manageall. But those weeks, man, they were whipping by at warp speed. The few instances so far wherein I’d needed to handle urgent business issues despite being on leave had been atypically stressful, and that had given me pause, though I was onto the next task at hand so rapidly there was no thorough evaluation as to whether or not I wanted to proceed as planned or rework it all lock, stock and barrel. I shook my head.

“I thought I had the answer for that…there was a plan, you know? But honestly, Tom…now…I’m kind of questioning, like, everything. Which I did not expect.” Glancing down at the beautiful, now soundly sleeping, being in my arms, I shifted my legs forward, then stood. “Welp, someone’s out cold. Let’s tuck him in and adjourn to the bedroom once again so we can speak at normal people volume. Before you comment, let me rephrase – normal Maude volume.”

He chuckled, and both of us whispered our good-nights to Henry, then returned to our marital bed, this time remaining mostly vertical instead of horizontal. We sat, side by side, each waiting for the other to start until I elbowed Tom in the ribs.

“You’re the one who mentioned it, so it only seems fair that you should go first.” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, and I reached out and grabbed his knee. “Thomas. I understand. It’s all good. You’re my partner, I love you, and I’ll support whatever choice you decide to make.”

He placed his hand atop mine. “God, how I love you. Thank you for that. All right. Out with it. Here’s what I’m thinking…for the remainder of this year, I’ve got Early Man to finish up, a very short shoot for the next two Avengers films, then Ragnarok promo. All the Early Man stuff will take place in a studio within driving distance, so while I’ll be working, I won’t have to be out of town. Avengers won’t take more than a few days, but Ragnarok promo…that’s another story, and though it’s unavoidable, it’s not until late fall so there’s a nice span of time during which I’ll be able to remain in London. Early next year I’ll have Early Man promo, then Avengers promo, and since the format of the Vampire Chronicles has been switched from a cinematic release to a streaming series filming has been pushed back until 2019 at the earliest. So, my schedule for the foreseeable future is relatively clear. And…other than possibly entertaining a London-only stage production…I’d like to keep it that way. I want to spend every moment I can here, at home, with you and Henry, until he’s old enough to travel easily. Though honestly, I’m not even sure about that anymore. There are several aspects other than my personal preference to be considered, however. How will this affect us financially? How will this impact my career? And finally, how does this fit with your line of thinking, if at all?”

“Let’s address my line of thinking, then the rest, because it’s all relative. I like working. I can’t see myself not doing some sort of work. And I think you’re the same with your work, with acting. It’s a significant component of who you are, at your core. For me, while I’m really, really good at PR, if I do say so myself…” He snorted, and I shrugged. “Like Peggy Carter says, I know my value. Anyway. I’m skilled at it,  but it’s not my passion. It’s never been. Coding and design…those are my passions. PR is just…work. Bear in mind that if Manageall had never happened I would not be considering this, but…I don’t see myself returning to Prosper other than as an outside consultant. The staff has become well-versed in how to handle social media and instructing clients, which renders me non-essential in that realm. Where I can be of benefit is on the front lines…however, that position is very taxing from an emotional standpoint…and, let’s face it, the entire industry is kind of soul-sucking. I could handle it, before…no problemo, dude. But now that we have a kiddo, I feel compelled to reserve as much of myself for him as I possibly can. And, bottom line from a purely financial standpoint, my earning potential when working at coding and designing is far greater than in the PR world. It’s work that offers nearly complete flexibility in regard to time and location. I want to begin to pursue…slowly… developing and improving Manageall. I want to see how far it can go, and, eventually, I want to explore other projects. Mainly apps. Apps. I want to create and design apps. Wow, that’s quite the revelation right there, and fuck, I really feel like a ginormous turd for essentially bailing on Luke for the most part, but I have to be honest with myself and honest with you and the truth is…the thing that’s most important to me right now and probably will be forever or at least until he’s an adult with a life and stuff but then, grandbabies…fuck me, that’s nuts…anyway…the most important thing is Tom and Maude and Henry being…together. Long story short, we’re in excellent financial shape and could live a perfectly lovely life if neither of us ever worked again, you know that, I know that, and I’m incredibly grateful for that, and time is the enemy, and after all we’ve been through, why the fuck not step back a bit so we can enjoy our son, and each other? Oh, your career. Forgot that part. Will there be an impact? Yes. Will you be able to jump back in at full speed whenever you want? Technically, yes, though it may take a little time if you’re way off the public radar. Is there any guarantee that you’ll ever enjoy the level of notoriety you have right now? No. Will that impact your earning potential? Entirely possible. How does that make you feel? How does everything else contained the verbal version of explosive diarrhea that you just listened to me spew make you feel, other than wicked sorry you asked for my opinion?”

He snorted. “I asked, and I received…not at all sorry. Exhausted, perhaps, but not sorry.” Sobering, he stared down at the floor for a moment, then looked up and turned his head toward me. “I came across an article a few years back…a list of the biggest regrets expressed by patients in hospice. At the top were working too much, and not spending more time with family. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, now…we all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize that we only have one. Throughout that one, our priorities change as we live, love, and grow, but the constant is time. The sand is flowing ever-downward through the hourglass and there’s no stopping it. Time is, as you just said, is the enemy. At the end of my time on this plane of existence I don’t want to find myself staring in the rearview at the life behind me with words of regret upon my lips. I want to be replaying all the moments of beauty and joy I experienced with the people I loved, finding peace in knowing that even if I were able, I wouldn’t change a blessed thing. The path to that is clear…Tom and Maude and Henry being together, as often as humanly possible.”

He paused, and just as I was about to wrap my arms around him, he smirked, then grinned mischievously. I cocked my head to the side, left eyebrow raised. “You’re totally thinking about that first day on the beach when you said you wanted to know me and I said biblically and you said…”

“…as often as humanly possible. Yes, Maude, yes I am. That was quite a day, was it not?”

I nodded. “That it was. Mind-blowingly strange and spectacular. And though there’ve been so many ‘best day evers’ since…without that one, none of them would have happened. Thus, I’m inclined to delegate it as the most important best day ever.”

He reached for me, the sides of his hands resting on my collarbones as his fingers stroked my neck and his thumbs brushed my jawline and cheeks. “I concur, my light in the mist.” He kissed me, feather-light at first, then firmer, finally sucking my lower lip into his mouth and doing the thing…with the result exactly as expected.

My thighs were still clenching as I spoke. “Thomas William Hiddleston…first of all, how dare you. Second of all…HOW DARE YOU?!”

He laughed loudly, releasing me to raise his hands up as if he were praising the god of his choice, then rotating his wrists and turning his palms skyward. “Still makes me feel like a fucking rock star.”

I reached out to pinch his nipples. “As a reward, the rock star will be given the honor of changing the next diaper. If he can handle it.”

Nodding, he wrapped his arms around me and began pushing me backward onto the bed. “He can. But he’s going to handle you first, if you can, you know…handle him handling you. Again.”

“She can handle him handling her again a few times, probably.” With that, Henry began crying again, and we both rose quickly to our feet. I poked his bicep. “I regret to inform you that there’s been a sudden but not entirely unexpected modification to the handling schedule. You’re needed at the north stage immediately, Rock Star. The woman will have to wait her turn.”

He linked his arm with mine as we walked though the bedroom door and into the nursery. “Well, I hope she won’t mind too much.”

I shook my head. “She won’t. You’re worth it.”

He kissed my cheek as we reached Henry’s crib. “So are you, my Maude. So are you.”

After Tom fulfilled his doody duties, which I figured would be the case because Henry typically didn’t wake up when he was only wet, I stood back and observed, attempting to absorb and retain even the most minute details of his interaction with our son. Kissing his little feet one at a time before placing them back into his footie sleeper, carefully closing the snaps, bending down to hold him against his chest as he lifted him from the changing table, breathing him in as he re-positioned him so his head rested upon his left shoulder. And then, he began to sing. So softly I couldn’t quite make out the words, but I knew the tune. And so I stepped forward to stand before him, and the words became clear.

I feel my heart beating I feel my heart beneath my skin Oh, I can feel my heart beating 'Cause you make me feel Like I'm alive again Alive again Oh, you make me feel Like I'm alive again

Turn your magic on, to me she'd say Everything you want's a dream away Under this pressure, under this weight We are diamonds taking shape We are diamonds taking shape

I joined in after that verse, somehow managing to not dissolve in a puddle of tears after hearing my husband remixing our wedding song into a lullaby for our son.

If we've only got this life This adventure oh then I If we've only got this life You'll get me through, oh If we've only got this life And this adventure, oh then I Wanna share it with you With you, with you

As we finished, I found myself transfixed by the sight of Tom’s body rocking gently from side to side, and his fingers drawing small circles on the back of Henry’s sleeper. It was soft, 100% cotton, white with purple horizontal stripes and a powerful sense of deja vu overwhelmed me, though it escalated beyond ‘I’ve been here before’ quickly and transformed into glimpse of the future, similar to the dream I’d had immediately prior to waking up on the day of our public wedding ceremony…Tom and I, three children, brief instances throughout time, the moments occurring in various places, with one thing in common…all of us, together. A vision of myself, looking downward at hands that were starting to wrinkle, holding the sleeper Henry was wearing in the here and now, then passing it to someone, into the hands of a younger man, his face blurry, but his hair very clearly black, and I could hear voices around me speaking, Tom’s being the only one I recognized. Though I wasn’t able to make out the words, I could feel the joy emanating from everyone around me, and from within me. A vignette that, whether it turned out to be real or imaginary, imparted upon me a sense of finality. Not an ending, just a bookmark in the story of my life’s adventure for this year, this day, and this hour, when I could see the purpose of the past and the promise of the future and recognize that I was precisely exactly where I was always meant to be. Tom quietly asking if I was all right snapped me back to the present, and I looked up to see those blue eyes gazing back at me, eyes in which I’d seen darkness and light and everything in between, eyes that were indeed a mirror, a reflection of the soul housed within that had called to mine so strongly, so loudly, across time and space, until, finally, the hand of the universe had been forced to relent and bring us together. I grinned, nodding in the affirmative, my answer a single whispered word.

“Absofuckingloutely.”

#your light in the mist #chapter 52

[suplex51]

Interview the muse!

“Sweeeet. Can’t even remember the last time I was interviewed! Bring it on!”

► ARE YOU SINGLE?   ➭  “Nope! Believe it or not, this guy’s dating the most incredible woman in all the multiverse! Lemme tell you about her-” [THE REST OF THIS ANSWER WILL BE SKIPPED, DUE TO LACK OF SPACE] ► ARE YOU HAPPY?   ➭  “I mean, yeah, I’m generally happy. But forcing me to stop mid-gush wasn’t the best move on your part.” ► ARE YOU ANGRY?   ➭  “When provoked.” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭  “Do legal bindings still apply when you’re burning in hell?”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE   ➭  “Santa Destroy ER. Fired outta my mom’s vag, caught by the doc with the baseball mitt. Y’know, the usual.” ► HAIR COLOR   ➭  “Black.” ► EYE COLOR   ➭  “Bright blue.” ► BIRTHDAY   ➭  “December 13th.” ► MOOD  ➭  “Bit of a swinger, but I’m usually pretty upbeat, and easy to get fired up, whether for better or worse.” ► GENDER   ➭  “I’m all man.” ► SUMMER OR WINTER   ➭  “Summer means more eye candy, and winter holds some bad memories for me... but the holidays rock (now that I’ve got people to celebrate with), and the cold makes me Rosa’s personal heater. So, yeah, winter.” ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON   ➭  “Afternoon. Mornings are for sleeping in, whenever you can get the chance.”

EIGHT QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE?   ➭  “I went on about Rosa for ten minutes before you cut me off. Do I really gotta answer this?” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?   ➭  “I fall pretty damn hard, pretty damn fast. But love at first sight? I think that’s one cliche that ain’t for me.” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP?   ➭  “She left me. She disappeared; Without a word, for a month, and knowing my issues with this shit. She had reasons, yeah, but... It still hurt. I never got a real apology, either — the old city took her for good before she could. Whatever. I’m better off, now.” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?   ➭  “... Once, I think. Shinobu Jacobs. Former-adversary-turned-friend — if I can even call her that. She came onto me outta nowhere, but she was too young, and... I dunno, too much like me at the time? I turned her down, and... Well, I never saw her again. Heard she’s doing well in the new games, though. That’s good.” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭  “Not anymore.” ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭  “Hell yeah! Used to lie to myself, say that hugs were sentimental garbage I didn’t need. Boy, was I ever wrong on that!” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?  ➭  “Yup. When you’re a hometown celebrity / urban legend worshiped by way too many, you get more than the fair share of fans. Most of them... wanted me dead. Because why wouldn’t they?” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART?   ➭  “... Probably... Yeah. Again and again, I’d bet.”

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST   ➭  “Shocking as it’s gonna sound, coming from me... Lust, even at its most intense, can only ever be temporary. But love, if it’s real and handled right, lasts a lifetime and beyond. You tell me which one’s the better deal.” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA   ➭  “If I’m drinking tea, I want it hot. Gimme a lemonade to cool down, any day.” ► CATS OR DOGS   ➭  “Cats. There’s just no debate on this shit. And if you even start to utter ‘but they don’t love you like dogs do,’ I’m going to suplex you. You’re just an idiot who doesn’t know how cats work, okay?” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS   ➭  “I mean, I’m kind of a social butterfly. Not about to put a cap on friendship. But when it comes down to it... well, the best supporting casts focus on quality over quantity, don’t they?” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN   ➭  “A year or two back, I would’ve told you ‘wild night out’ with zero hesitation. And I still love ‘em. But... c’mon. Of course, I’m hooked onto romantic nights in.” ► DAY OR NIGHT   ➭  “Speak of the devil... Night. It’s just a world of aesthetic, okay? It’s where the real fun happens!”

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT   ➭  “Nah. Either the people I was with didn’t care to catch me, or they couldn’t.” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS   ➭  “Hasn’t everybody? Er, minus everybody who can fly.” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT?   ➭  “Story of my life...” ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR   ➭  “... Story of my life. Up until recently, I mean!”

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES   ➭  “Gotta go with the window to the soul, even if a good smile from you-know-who... fucking magical.” ► SHORTER OR TALLER   ➭  "Rosa makes fun of my height, and I wish she was shorter because of it.” He’s lying.  ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION   ➭  “I shoot for relatability, above all else. And more often than not, I don’t think I’m an intelligent guy. Attraction, easy.” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP   ➭  “Getting a bonafide love interest was the biggest item on the bucket list since I could write a bucket list.”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭  “Whew... That’s, uh... Well, Henry’s officially dead to me, and he’s gonna be literally dead, if he ever shows his face here, again. But then there’s Jeane. We’re... we’re working things out, after everything. So, I don’t really know what to tell you.” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE”   ➭  “Oh, good, an easy one. Yes. I could also laugh hysterically at the massive understatement.” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME   ➭  “After Jeane murdered my parents, I never even looked at that house, again. Not like it’d ever really felt like home, to begin with.” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭  “You’d be surprised.”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS   ➭  “The hell kinda question is that? If I hated one of my friends, they wouldn’t fucking be one of my friends. Hell, they probably wouldn’t be alive for much longer!” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS   ➭  “Yup, even if it’s a one-way street. After the life I’ve had, I learned to grab hold of the people I get.” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND   ➭  “Rosa, obviously. Close second - or first, if we’re keeping things strictly platonic - is a tie between Marceline and Peridot.” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU   ➭  “...” Travis suddenly looks guilty. “Strictly speaking... no one. There’s just something I feel I gotta keep to myself. Literally everything else is fair game, but... I can’t have the people I love knowing how I truly see the world — or rather, worlds — around me. Trust me, it’s better that you don’t ask further. This interview’s over.” 

tagged by: nobody! tagging: whoever took the time to read all of this!

#It's Meme Time #No More Musings #((GOD this took forever... And I REALLY hope you guys like it!)) #((Travis's knack for monologuing made this so much harder than it needed to be.))

[headoverhiddles]

Sweet, Sweet Love [Cable x Reader Smut]

Synopsis: At a wedding held on the grounds of the X-Men mansion, Wade coerces you and Nathan into a dance. Things get steamy.

Notes: Smut smut smuuut, I love Cable and am infinitely thirsty for my metal daddy. Hope you enjoy this! Features Wade x Colossus and Negasonic x Yukio.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Ellen Phimister and Yukio Kutsuna."

Wade leans over to you, dabbing at his eyes. "I think I'm gonna cry." Beating him to the punch, Colossus blows his nose beside him, blaring like a foghorn. You were also incredibly happy-- two of the most gifted mutants at the x-men mansion, Negasonic Warhead and Yukio were getting married, now that they had graduated from the school and were 22 years old.

"They are a little young, I must admit," Colossus mentions, "But whenever they look at one another, their eyes fill with sunshine..." He sniffles, and you pass him another tissue as he sobs softly into it, "Their journey into love is only just beginning." Wade pats his shoulder, and sighs.

"What a beautiful day for a wedding. Sun's out, nobody I hate severely is here, there's no shitty criminals to fucking obliterate, the local petting zoo just got a litter of baby alpacas so there's that--"

"Hey! Asshole!" Neg shouts into the crowd, turning away from her soon to be wife, "Can you shut the fuck up for a second so I can get married?!"

Yukio giggles, and Wade waves. "I'm so proud of you sweetie!"

"As am I," Colossus nods, and Neg just rolls her eyes, ignoring them. You're half listening to Wade ranting about alpacas as your eyes drift a few rows up, to where Nathan's sitting. Nathan Summers, or Cable, had moved into the mansion a few years ago after accompanying Wade and the group back after a mission. They had come back with a kid named Russell, who was now an enthusiastic student here at the mansion.

Nathan, while a significant number of years your superior, was in Wade's inner circle, which is how you had come to get to know him. He was a gruff guy at first, but after a little time together, he had shown his vulnerabilities, his soft side, and best of all-- his sense of humour, one that closely resembled Wade's. Over the course of fighting on missions together, sharing close quarters on the way to them, chatting, living in the same mansion, you had come to appreciate not only his sensitivity, but his good looks.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would have fucked Cable years ago. His rippling muscles, strong jaw, sexy silver and black hair, all contributed to the many nights you had spent awake and horny. Wade had dropped in one night while you had been having a little "me" time, whispering Cable's name. Wade was the least opportune person to have done that.

"(y/n) I was going over your super suit, and I was thinking about the functionality. I came to the conclusion that it's fucking usel-- oh. Oh, I see. Masturbation night, is it?"

"Wade, get the fuck out."

"Was that Cable's name you were whispering just now?"

"No!"

"Well dick me down and call me Henry, you're horny for Cable."

"Wade, I swear to god--"

"His penis is half metal, you know!"

"Jesus C--"

"Actually that was a vicious lie, it's 10 inches of solid man meat, (y/n), you're gonna love it--"

"Wadegetoutofmyroomrightfuckingnowandletmefinish."

You and Wade went way back. Despite his annoying personality and testing mouth, you two used to be a close couple. When you had split, there had been no hard feelings between the two of you-- Wade may be a lot of things, but you had to give credit where it's due. He was incredibly respectful, never crossing any boundaries or throwing himself at your feet to take him back. You had remained great friends... and Wade had never forgotten your damn crush on Nathan Summers.

Suddenly, there's an uproar of applause, and you come out of your dream state, clapping along. The two young women kiss at the front, and soon, the reception begins.

The newlyweds approach, and Wade waves. "Hi Yukio."

"Hi Wade!"

You hug the two, and smile. "That was a beautiful service, guys. I'm so happy for you." They smile in thanks, and Wade pinches Neg's cheek. She begrudgingly allows it, just this once.

As Colossus talks to both of them about their plans for living arrangements, Wade turns to you, and catches your eye. He tilts his head, and you raise your eyebrows at him in question. He jerks his head to the right, where you follow his gaze over to Nathan, who's slicking back his hair casually by the refreshments table. You look back to your ex, who's delightedly fanning himself as if to express how fucking hot Nathan looks today. Like you needed him to tell you that.

The reception begins to really take off once the music starts. They hired a really good DJ, and everyone's out and mingling under the tents set up on the green courtyards of the mansion. You stand by a table, taking in the scene.

"So. Some wedding, huh?" You look beside you, and see Nathan standing there. He hands you a drink, and you accept it with a lopsided smile.

"Oh yeah. They're a cute couple."

"Seriously, they are." You chance a glance up at him, and bite your lip. He really does look good today, especially squinting from the sun. Nathan looks down at you, and smiles slightly. "You look really nice, (y/n)."

"I do?" you smirk, "Well that's a confidence booster."

"You always look good." You take a sharp breath at this, and Nathan obviously realizes what he said, opening his mouth and stammering. "I, uh... sorry, that was--"

Saving him from a shy and awkward moment, the mic is commandeered at the front of the tent.

"Afternoon, everyone. I will be taking over as your DJ for the rest of this event-- I ran the other guy through with the cake knife and dumped his stab-riddled body into the fountain!" Wade laughs loudly, and when no one joins in, he nods. "Okay. Tough crowd. I didn't actually kill him, he's just out cold. Very cold. I put him in the meat freezer, yeah."

Nathan groans, and you chuckle into your fist.

"Anywho, I really just wanted an excuse to play this early 2000s hit that pre-teens used as their rebellious I'm Listening To A Song About Sex song, a song that is guaran-fucking-teed to bring together two people who should definitely use this opportunity to screw each other's brains out-- you know who you are-- "Tonight I'm Fucking You" by Enrique Inglesias." As you debate whether or not he's talking about you, Colossus walks over, whispering something in his ear. "Excuse me, I was just informed by my meddling-- metal-ling, hah, puns-- boyfriend that I really shouldn't say fucking at a wedding, so this next song is called Tonight, I will be making Sweet, Sweet Love To You, which I think is beautiful." Colossus gives a smile and a small nod of approval, and Wade starts the music.

You wait for a 'god, I hate this song' out of Nathan, but surprisingly, he stays silent. He even begins tapping his hand against his thigh, and smiles a little, unable to resist.

"Good song," you comment.

"Yeah." After a few bars of music, he turns. "What the hell. Care to dance?"

You're surprised, but relieved. You had been debating asking him as well. He takes you out to the middle of the reception floor through the other couples, and Neg and Yukio watch you two start to dance together, giving you approving looks.

"It is getting hot and heavy on the dance floor folks, the pheromones are raging, you can SMELL the SEX!" Wade commentates, and you look over, making a slicing motion. He holds his hands up in assurance, and nods, placing the mic down.

"I didn't know you could dance this well," you smirk, dancing over close to Nathan.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Oh yeah?" you tease, "Like what?"

"Like... I used to be a soldier in my time, my favourite colour is forest green, and my favourite movie is Crazy Stupid Love."

"Three years I've been living with you, and I don't even know your favourite movie?" you gasp, "Where have I been?"

"Where have you been?" he asks, playful smile on his lips as his eyes rake over your body, and your breath leaves your lungs.

Here's a situation, been through every nation, nobody's ever made me feel the way that you do

You know my motivation, given my reputation, please excuse me I don't mean to be rude

But tonight I'm fucking you

Nathan takes your arms, and pulls you close to him, encouraging you to grind. You do, face inches apart, and he suddenly spins you so that he's behind you. You can feel him against your ass, his hard on pressing into you. You grind down against it, and you hear him grunt softly.

You turn back around, looping his arms around your waist as you loop yours around his neck. He's absolutely enthralled by your eyes, but as the next verse of the song starts, you dance away from him, swinging your hips. He blinks, biting his lips and undressing you with his eyes. Who knew a wedding reception could make two people so horny?

As the next chorus plays and the rap begins, things are getting fun. When Ludacris says, “You got that body that make me wanna get up on the floor just to see you dance,” Nathan looks you up and down with a suggestive smirk. During the next line,  'I love the way you shake that ass, turn around and lemme see them pants,' you point both fingers at Nathan, who turns around and shakes his ass for you. You both giggle, and as the last chorus plays, he picks you up, your legs hooking around his torso as he supports you. You look into his eyes and down at his lips, his hot breath on your face. You can still feel him, hard in his pants, and one hand on your back is reaching further and further down...

The song ends, leaving you two breathless and a little dazed at what just transpired. Finally, the culmination of three years of sexual tension, and all from a stupid old song. Wade comes back on the mic.

"Well! My, my, steamy. It is a wedding, so it'd be a bit of a disappointment if the married couple are the only ones that fuck tonight." Colossus slams a hand into his forehead, and Wade gasps softly. "Oh, did I do it again? Baby, I'm sorry." He turns back, and sees you two finally together, sighing happily. "Isn't it funny that I've fucked both of you guys? You're both bombshells in bed, sparks are gonna fly tonight."

"I never fucked you," Nathan frowns.

"Oh stoppit, you silver fox you."

"I never want to fuck you either."

"Look at my dirty, naughty little ex lover, so lovestruck with (y/n) that he doesn't even know what he's saying."

Nathan gives Wade the middle finger and blows a kiss to him with it as he takes your hand, and Wade makes a show of catching it. Nathan then pulls you to the side, and catches his breath. "(y/n). All that..." You wait for him to disregard it all, and hold your breath. "...do you want that?"

You look up at him. "You mean... do I want you?"

You swear you see a blush on his face, and he nods slowly. "Because it's fine if that was just for fun, I totally understand..."

"You think I'd lead you on like that?" You smirk, pulling his face down to your level. "Nathan, look at me." He does, nervously. "I've wanted you since you stepped foot in the mansion all those years ago. Now fuck me like you mean it." His eyes widen, and he takes you by the hand, leading you away from the tents.

"And away they go, it's copulating time!" Wade grins, and Colossus finally takes the mic with a scowl, shooing him away and urging him to go wake up that poor DJ.

"Forgive my boyfriend, he has a little attitude."

"That's a big fucking attitude to you!" Wade calls.

"Now that that lovely song is finished, I will bring this back to what today is all about... the brides, Ellie and Yukio." As Colossus gives a weepy speech about watching Neg grow from a plucky young warhead into a blossoming woman, you hurry inside the mansion with Nathan, who looks ready to rip your clothes off with his teeth.

You finally get to his room, and topple back onto his forest green bedsheets.

"All this time..." he breathes against your skin, "I could've been making you scream for me... and I didn't even know you wanted me back." You moan, toes curling as he pulls up your dress and massages your thighs open. "Did you think about this?" You nod feverishly as he continues. "Did you think about all the dirty shit I'd do to you once I found out how badly you wanted my cock?"

"Oh god," you gasp, pussy already aching for him, "It's all I thought of when I was around you. It was unbearable. You made me touch myself, dream about you..."

"Really," he hums, deep voice sending chills through you. "Go ahead then, sweetheart. Touch yourself." Your breath hitches, and you watch his gaze fall down to your panties, which are soaked through. He can tell, and he nods to them, so you slide them down, and dip a single finger in.

"Go ahead, be generous," he muses, watching closely, "I know you want more. Go on." A smile spreads as you add two more fingers, and begin to work them in and out, stretching and curving them inside of you as you imagine it's Nathan's cock. "Nice," he comments, beginning to take off his pants, "So nice."

You can't help it. You take your hand out, and crawl over to him, finishing his zipper and pulling his pants down. You then take down his boxers, and stare hungrily down at his hard cock, which he's since tucked up against his stomach. "You want it?" he asks, brushing some hair from your face. You nod, licking your lips. "It's all yours."

You breathe out shakily, and waste no time in ducking down, bringing your lips down over him and sucking. He groans, threading his rough fingers through your hair and softly stroking your scalp as you suck and lick the underside of his dick.

"That's gorgeous, (y/n)... everything I fuckin dreamed you'd be..." He gets that little blush again after admitting he'd been dreaming about you, but you just smile and keep deep throating him, holding his hips. As you work him, he brings his hands down to your legs, and parts them, starting to rub your clit. You moan around him, and his breath increases.

"Yeah," he mumbles, and you feel him insert two fingers into your cunt, pumping them in with purpose. He seems to know all the right spots-- soon, you're shaking and begging to come. He adds one more finger and sits you up a little more, sliding even deeper, and you suddenly come hard, moaning his name. He nudges you off his cock, and lays you down flat. He lifts your leg up to hook around him, and stares down at your naked, heaving body with an almost insecure gaze. "You're sure?"

"Very," you nod with an encouraging smile, and he smiles back, positioning himself and entering you. Your eyes roll back-- he's so big, Wade really didn't lie about it (though how exactly did he... no, not even gonna wonder.) "God, Nate, fuck me..."

He begins to pound a little harder, his balls slapping your ass as your moans grow more needy and loud. He brings the hand that isn't holding your leg up to your breast, and begins to roll it gently, taking his time to make you feel special. He kisses up your neck, across your collarbone, and finally his lips land on yours, gently kissing and pulling away, kissing and swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, repeating. His stubble scratches just right.

"Nathan, please... oh, daddy!"

Unphased by the name, he kisses you softly again. "I've got you, sweetheart," he mumbles against your lips, his strong arms encapsulating you, "Never let you go." You sigh, clutching onto his back and into his hair as you feel your second orgasm approach.

"I'm getting there," you breathe, and he nods, picking up his pace as he knows he can now. He begins to fuck you like he really means it, hammering into you so hard the bed begins to creak and hit the wall. Both of you become louder, until he's growling your name, eyes screwed shut and cock slamming you.

"O-open," you say, tilting his chin, "Open your eyes..." He does, and the intensity of your gazes and years of pent up sexual frustration releases in a single moment as you both pant each other's names and come. A few seconds go by, and he slumps on his forearms overtop of you, weight threatening to give out. He then rolls over, and you lay there too, both of you staring up at the ceiling.

"Do you want to--"

"Can I--?"

You both laugh, and just sort of fit yourselves together to snuggle, his arm wrapping around your body to keep you close.

"That was really fucking hot," you breathe, "Whew."

"It was," Nathan agrees breathlessly, "Fuck, you're sexy."

You giggle into his chest. "Sexy enough for round two?"

"Hell yes." He kisses you, feeling a hand up your ass, and pulls away when he sees your pensive expression. "What is it?"

You feign a sigh, and look toward the window, where the sun is setting on the perfect wedding day. "I'm just a little disappointed is all."

"What?" he sits up a little, worriedly looking at you. "Was it something I did? We can work on getting it right, what's--"

"No," you interrupt, "No no, the sex was amazing, I just thought your dick was gonna be half metal. Would've been quite the sight."

Nathan stares at you, and narrows his eyes with a menacing smile. "Wade told you that, didn't he?"

"Oh yes he did."

"That yappy fuck--" You roll over to straddle him, and cup his face as you kiss him into silence.

The next day, you two are walking around the mansion together. 

“So, did you two sugarbears fuck?” 

You both roll your eyes, and turn to see Wade sitting on the couch next to his boyfriend with his face buried in a newspaper.

“That is a very personal question,” Colossus whispers. 

“Hey Wade,” Nathan interrupts, and Wade looks up, expecting a “fuck you” or a glare, but Nathan just gives a gentle smile. “As a matter of fact, we did.” He winks at you, and you grin at Wade and fan yourself as Nate takes your hand in his. 

#cable #cable deadpool #cable deadpool 2 #cable x reader #nathan summers #nathan summers x reader #reader x nathan summers #reader x cable #deadpool #deadpool 2 #ryan reynolds #josh brolin shirtless #josh brolin thirst #josh brolin #josh brolin x reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x colossus #negasonic x yukio #negasonic teenage warhead #marvel #smut #cable smut #fanfiction #cable fanfiction #cable fuckers #cable and deadpool #deadpool fanfiction #deadpool 2 fanfiction #marvel smut #deadpool smut

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Dave, I gotta tell you something important... Henry was the one who planned and caused your first springlock failure.

For a moment Dave paused and stepped back, startled atthis direct accusation. “I- no. Henry wouldn’t do that. Phoney does that type of shit- but I- notHenry! He’s been always on my side- he’s my best friend! My- my only friend-used to be only friend-” Slowly the man leaned down onto the nearesttable. “Why would he ever wanna hurt me?! I helped him! I was useful! Inever was anything short from a good companion!” Stretching his fingers, he shook his head. “No. No, no, no. I-” Suddenly, his face lit up, he looked like he hadan idea. “Well- lemme tell ya, we can ask him in person! He’s back! I-just gotta find him again! Actually- where did he disappear to-?” Confused he looked around, then stood up to walk down the nearest hallway.It felt… cold…He didn’t know if he liked that…For a moment, he looked back, wanting to call out for Old Sport, to accompanyhim on this journey, but didn’t dare to. Old Sport wasn’t fond of Henry. So he began walking down the route alone, looking through every door into everstranger, unfamiliar looking rooms- but still, no Henry. When he called out, his voice seemed to shiver weirdly. “E-eh…!Henry…?! Are ya here somewhere…?”Nothing, for longer and longer the silence stretched and slowly started to hurthis ears, until he felt the horrible need to scream out, just to stop this. Then finally he spotted light in the distant under a door, rushing towards it,knocking on it as if a horde of slaughtered toddlers was after him.“HENRY? HENRY, ARE YOU IN HERE?!”Slowly the door opened.Yes.Henry.For a moment Dave wanted to jump and hug him, but stopped himself.Henry wasn’t fond of being hugged.The man’s expression was first cold, but slowly melted into a kinderexpression.That was prove. That was prove, right?Henry wouldn’t act towards him like this if he didn’t- “H-Henry, we needto talk!” “Come in, calm downfirst.” Hisvoice sounded gentle, yet worried. Friend, friend, he was his friend- Henry was a bad man, yes, but he was his friend and a GOOD friend-“I- Henry? Ya know- so- uh-” Uncomfortable Dave sat down, not happyto even bring that topic up in the first place- but he had to, because the Anonwanted the answers. Sure.The Anon. “Please, Will. Tell me what bothers you so badly.” OhSo Earnestly“I- Henree… ya know… the Anons seem to think… back in the day… doyou remember… in Fredbear’s- ya know? They say… ya springlocked me… on purpose…” Uncertain Dave tensed up,scared about Henry punishing him for his ludicrous accusation. But nothing came. Instead suddenly Henry’s hand was on his head, slowly pettingover it. “They are lying, Will.” “They-? O-Ofcourse! Never believed ‘em for a second-!” Dave laughed, but it came outnervous too. “Do you remember…? They liedall the time. Back in the day, it was you who they targeted, just because theydid not like you… they deemed you strange, downright dangerous, told me tostay far away from you and enjoy their “far superior” company… but I havealways defended you. I knew I could trust you. You are my friend.” His voice was soft, but adamant. “Asmuch as I am yours.”It broke out of Dave at this point, he was close to crying. “I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry- I didn’t believe- no- I just- HAD TO ASK- I would-never-!” The petting soothed him right down again. “Shhhh… it is okay. It is all alright. Please. Relax.” When thecrying had turned into noiseless sobbing and Henry continued. “You have toremember, Will. The world hates us, with a passion. They understand nothing ofour work, of our lives and selves… so why would any of us ever side withthem?” “Y-you had plenty offriends…” There was a hint of hurt in these words. “You know they were no friends. Theywere vultures. All they did was take… as soon as I would have nothing tooffer them anymore, they would have turned on me, like they turned on me now.But as you know, I did the same. Having some you can trust and truly yourselfwith… that is invaluable, Will.Nothing in the world would be worth to trade that in for. Nobody in their rightmind would do so.”For a moment it was silent, Dave was only nodding frantically. This resulted in Henry smiling as his fingers kept combing through the chaoticand felty hair. Quietly he spoke up again. “My, my… since I have been gone you really stopped taking care ofyourself, did you not? Your hair was always messy, but now…” Still,he showed no sign of stopping. “Youknow what, Will? Go, take a shower and then rest up. You need a break after allthis chaos.”Sniffling one last Dave stepped back and nodded. “Imma- Imma get all niceand clean- Imma come back later- I- I wanna help you building again- at leastto make it up-!” “Oh, no need to. First you should makesure you yourself feel good. Building is nice, but your health and happiness isalways first.” When the door closed again, Henry’s face turned into an angry and disgustedgrimace. “If that idiot comes by later, I may or may not will double downon my research on how to kill him.” Leaving towards the sink, he washed his hands- then his whole arms. This was exactly why he wished he could exchange some of his limbs for metalparts.

#Dave Miller #purple guy #henry miller

[sweetlysilent]

Frat!Boy Peter Parker.. (Headcanon)

Requested: Nope

I wanted to create something I knew would be semi-decent since I have such intense writers block, so enjoy this headcanon :)))

Side Note: there are sentences that are in Italian, I however do not speak that language so I’m using Google Translate, if there are any words that are incorrect please let me know! thank you :)

Translations are also at the bottom, p.s. this headcanon is super long just an fyi

sO for starters you were new to Queens, you’d just recently moved from Italy (bc why not I love Italy)

needless to say Queens was a BIG change compared to what you were used to back home in another country

thankfully for you however you knew English as well as Italian, so you had to give your English teacher props for making you suffer in his class those past two years, but when you were at home you spoke Italian with your family

“mamma non voglio andare in una nuova scuola mi mancano I miei amici.” you’d whine, following your mother around your new home, something you knew annoyed her.

“so che ti mancano i tuoi amici, tesoro. Ma te ne farai degli altri nella nuova scuola, ora vai ad aiutare tuo padre a scaricare il camion.” your mother would reply, giving you a look as you’d huff and walk out the door to help your father.

after helping unpack a few boxes you’d set up a part of your room, getting ready for bed and a new day at your brand new school

“Y/N! ora di svegliarsi!” your mother would shout up the stairs as you’d groan and cover your face with your blanket

time for a new day, at a new school, being the awkward new student

“everyone, this is Y/N, so please give a nice warm welcome!” your teacher Mr. Henry smiled, clapping his hands as he directed you to your seat

you sat down next to a brunette haired boy, he looked smart, but overly confident

you wanted to say hello to the boy but you could tell he wasn’t one that just did a casual “hello” or “hi i’m so and so nice to meet you” no, he looked like a boy that had too much fun on the weekends

“you alright there sunshine?” the boy grinned, startling you as you glanced over in his direction, only to see he was already staring at you

“yes. I am fine. are you?” you’d reply back nervously, but wanting to sound a bit confident in response

“in fact I am great, this new girl just moved here and now she’s sitting next to me so I think everything is going perfectly A-Okay” he’d chuckle, his eyes not once leaving you as you’d roll yours in annoyance

hE WAS ONE OF THOSE KIND OF BOYS

needless to say you didn’t have time for fuckboys whoops

“sedersi affiance a in coglione.” you’d mutter, placing your hand on your forehead as he’d look at you in confusion

“what did you just say?” he’d question, only this time you were the one with the smirk on your face, giving a small shrug, leaving him frustrated

you’d continue on with your first day, the classes weren’t all that bad, sure you were used to classes back in Italy, but the classes at your new school weren’t that different, just the language barrier

you did however make a few new friends, you’d met a girl named Michelle, she was a bit of a loner, didn’t have many friends herself, so of course you were happy to befriend her, and then you met a girl named Liz, she was super pretty and altogether a kind person, so overall you already had some pretty snazzy friends

“hey Y/N, Peter is checking you out.” Liz would nudge your arm, motioning across the hall in his direction.

“who’s Peter?” you’d reply in confusion, before turning to look over your shoulder to see the one and only brunette haired boy from earlier

“who’s that next to him?” you’d turn back to Liz and Michelle who were staring at you in awe

they acted like you were crazy not to have fallen for the number one frat boy already, normally everyone did

“oh um, that’s Ned, Peter’s best friend.” Michelle finally would reply, as you nodded in response, changing your books out of your locker

the bell rang, signaling school was over, and for a second you thought you could just go home and relax, but of course, that wasn’t the case

“ladiessss, how about you all come over later to one of my epic parties?” Peter would grin, leaning against the locker next to you.

“sure, see you soon.” Liz and Michelle would reply, smiles on their faces as they waited for your answer

“so you’re a frat boy huh? this should be interesting.” you’d sigh, shutting your locker to face him.

deep down you wanted to say yes, but you just met Peter, and he was a frat boy, or how you would say it fuckboy

bUT Peter on the other hand really liked you, you were different, whether it was because you were from another country, or spoke a different language, or the fact you hadn’t thrown yourself at him yet intrigued him.

“c'mon Y/N, I know you want to go.” Peter would whine, making you roll your eyes at him.

“why should I go to a frat boys party? huh? I just met you, do I really want to see you drunk?” you’d question, making his eyebrows rise up in surprise

“maybe you’ll get lucky, we don’t know.” he’d grin, high fiving Ned as you scoffed in response

“you’re disgusting.” you’d shake your head before leaving with Liz and Michelle, both of them looking at Peter with annoyed expressions

as Peter watched you leave, he knew he screwed up, he didn’t mean to say what he did, you just made him… nervous???

“dUDE what the hell wAS THAT??” Ned would shout, smacking his friend on the shoulder.

“aYE! watch it man, and I don’t know, Y/N just brings out something else in me that I didn’t know even existed.” Peter would reply, before walking with his friend down the hall

man did he PRAY you’d come to his party

he really liked you aw aw aw

somehow, Michelle and Liz made you show up to Peter’s house

and by somehow, THEY LITERALLY DRAGGED YOU THERE

“Y/N YOU ARE GOING TO THAT PARTY I SWEAR TO GOD”

“nO PETER JUST WANTS ME THERE AND I WILL NOT GIVE IN TO A FUCKBOY”

“HE’S A FRAT BOY NOT A FUCKBOY STOP”

“i DON’T CARE WHAT HE IS, I’M NOT GOING !!!”

well, here you were literally walking up his driveway, a scowl on your face as your friends smirked in satisfaction

sometimes you’d wish you were alone tbh

“Y/N! you came!” Ned would cheer, raising his cup in the air, giving you all hugs

he was one affectionate drinker lemme tell you that

and then you saw him

yes, him, the one and only Peter Parker, his hair was all fluffy, the way you liked it, he had a drink in his hand, laughing at something one of his friends said, until he saw you

and lemme tell ya, INTENSE STARING OH MY OH MYY

“well look who we have here, is that Y/N?” he’d grin, taking a swig of the alcoholic mixture in his cup

“i was forced here, don’t get sO excited.” you’d respond, crossing your arms, making Peter chuckle

“just admit you wanted to come, you know, to see me.” he’d wink, making your heart beat jUST A BIT QUICKER SH NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW

“in your dreams brown eyes.” you’d flirt at him, making his eyebrows rise up once again, but this time in a playful manner

“brown eyes? now I have a pet name? how delightful.” he’d smirk, making you smile, but of course you’d try to hide it

you’d excuse yourself, trying to find Liz and Michelle, only to see them dancing and having a blast with Ned and some other guy, his name was Flash???

ANYWHOOOO they were already far past sober, so here you were, the only sober one at the party, with no way home

gREAT LOVIN LIFE AMIRITE

“darling, just relax, have a drink, party it up.” Peter would purr over your shoulder, making your body tense up from the closeness

“guiro su Dio Peter Parker devi smettere di fare quello che stai facendo.” you’d speak loudly, turning around to face him, his eyes searching yours

“care to tell me what you said?” he’d grin, moving a strand of hair out of your face

“i said you’re annoying.” you’d fake smile, making him chuckle and shake his head

“you like me, I know you do.” Peter would smile, placing his hand on your cheek

you’d watch him intently, before removing his hand, rushing out to the front of his house, your breathing heavy

what was going on?

why were you feeling things for a frat boy?

“no, no, no, questo non puo accadere, non ancora, no, no, no.” you’d cry out, pacing back and forth, your hands running through your hair messily

Peter would soon come out, concern flooding throughout him as he heard you yelling

“Y/N! Y/N! are you okay?” he’d rush over to you, seeing your face flushed, your hair a mess

“I-I’m fine, why are you out here? don’t you have a party to host?” you’d change the subject, but Peter already knew you too well

“they can handle it without me, now you better tell me what’s going on.” Peter would place his arms on your shoulders gently, before tilting your chin up to look at him

“it’s embarrassing, you’d laugh at me, and tell your frat boy friends, and honestly, I don’t want to be the new girl who’s a laughing stock.” you sniffled, shrugging your shoulders at him sadly

“Y/N, I’d never do that to you, I don’t think you realize how much you mean to me, sure we may have just met, but the second you stepped into school, you intrigued me, you were different, normally girls just throw themselves at me, but you.. you didn’t..” he paused, a soft smile on his lips

“of course I didn’t, because I could already tell what kind of guy you were.” you’d whisper out, making him nod slightly

“i know, I could see it in the way you looked at me.” he’d sigh, before shaking his head once again

you stood there, listening to him pour his heart out for you, it was a strange feeling, something you weren’t used to

back home in Italy, you were involved with a frat boy, the only difference was he used you, in fact he used every girl, which is why you were so against Peter to begin with

bUT somehow, Peter managed to worm his way into your heart, whether you wanted to accept that or not

“dammit Peter.” you’d frown, making his eyes widen in surprise

“w-what did I do?” he’d stutter, looking at you for answers

YES THAT BOY STUTTERED

FRAT BOY PETER PARKER STUTTERED FOR YOU AW

he really did care for you

“you know what you did.” you’d look up at him, giving him a look

he’d stare at you for a few minutes, before his famous grin appeared on his lips

“you mean..” he’d trail off, waiting for the words to leave your lips

“yes Peter, I like you too.” you’d sigh, a smile on your lips as well

and sure enough, Peter couldn’t have been happier, that boy literally picked you up and twirled you, and soon enough everyone knew you two were an item, not that they didn’t see it coming already

You + Peter = That Couple Everyone Ships

mamma non voglio andare in una nuova scuola mi mancano I miei amici. - mother I don’t want to go to a new school, I miss my friends back home.

so che ti mancano i tuoi amici, tesoro. Ma te ne farai degli altri nella nuova scuola, ora vai ad aiutare tuo padre a scaricare il camion. - darling I know you miss your friends back home but I know you’ll make new ones here at your new school, now please go help your father unload the truck.

ora di svegliarsi! - time to wake up!

sedersi affiance a un coglione. - great I have to sit next to a douche the entire year.

guiro su Dio Peter Parker devi smettere di fare quello che stai facendo. - I swear to God Peter Parker you need to stop doing whatever you’re doing.

no, no, no, questo non puo accadere, non ancora, no, no, no. - no, no, no, this can’t be happening, not again, no, no, no.

#peter parker #peter parker headcanon #peter parker headcanons #peter parker x reader #peter x reader #peter parker x you #peter x you #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland x reader #tom x reader #tom holland x you #tom x you #iron man #tony stark #robert downey jr #rdj #captain america #chris evans #zendaya #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #michelle #mj #michelle jones #ned #ned leeds #jacob batalon #liz allan

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Holiday Trip(Part 1)

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   The flight to Rome wasn’t till Saturday yet the team are in a rush to pack. They wouldn’t have rushed if it was three weeks before the day of the flight but knowing that it’s less than five days and it was all chaos, especially since today is Friday. At the Simmons’ residence, Matt rushed to gather all of the toys the kids want to bring on the trip while searching for his passport.

“Hey Kristy have you seen my...GAH-” He accidentally trips on one of the suitcases lying in the middle of the living room as he falls face down on his kids’ toys.

“Oh my god. Matt, sweetie, are you okay?” Kristy asked as she packs up all the soap and shampoo.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Matt pulls himself up as he picks up a stuffed rabbit. “I uh think Mr. Tibbles broke my fall.” He gets up and picks up the remaining toys as he puts them in a duffel bag while Kristy watches, chuckling in amusement.

“Matt, I think you need to relax. The flight isn’t till Saturday.” “I know, but the sooner we get things done, the better.” He turns to his wife, who was concerned. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m acting in such a big hassle, it’s just it’s been a while since we all went on a family trip due to my job and I just want things to be special for us this year. You don’t know how relieved and grateful I was when Prentiss and Rossi invited us to Italy.” “I know, just promise me you’ll cool off once we get there, okay?”  “I promise.” The two kiss and smile as Jake and David enter the room, running around, holding up toy airplanes.

“Now, if you can help me tuck these boys into bed, I promise to help you finish packing.” “Alright, I will.” Matt then stops Jake and David as he brings them into their rooms and off to bed.

  Meanwhile, at the Jareau-LaMontagne residence, JJ and Will go over the list of things they need to bring while Henry and Michael are off asleep.

“Alright, so we got the clothes.” JJ says.

“Yep.” “Swimwear?” “Yes.” “Sunscreen?” “Check.” “Diapers?” “Check.”

Just as JJ continues to go over the list, Will starts to interrupt her. “Uh Jennifer, sweetie, we already went over this list like five times. I’m pretty sure we have everything.” “I know, but we can never be too sure.” JJ looks at the list to see all of the items listed checked at least 4 times. “Aw man, I lost track, let’s go over the list one last tim-” “Jen, we already went over this list like five times. Don’t worry, we have everything we need, cause I too have kept track.” JJ sighs. “I know, it’s just, I just want everything to be perfect for this trip. You don’t know how glad I was when Emily and Rossi invited us.”

“Oh, I know.” Will laughs. “Yeah. Besides, I screwed us up with the previous trip and I don’t wanna screw things up for this one. I have to make sure things are going well and we got everything we need.”

“Hey, everything is going to be fine, you just need to relax.” Will placed his hands on JJ’s shoulders. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you don’t mess anything up. Okay?”

JJ smiles. “Okay.” The two kiss and hug only for the moment to be interrupted by Michael who was crying from his room. “Ugh, I guess I have to go take care of him.”  “Yeah and don’t worry, I’ll handle the list, you go off and calm him down.” JJ then hands Will the list as he goes over the list while JJ heads to Michael’s room to calm him down.

 Of course, packing up for a family is tough, it’s not better for the rest of the team: At Luke’s place, Luke scrambles to pack up his clothes and necessities while packing up some of Roxy’s things at the same time. Though what was more difficult was trying to put her in her carrier.

“Roxy come on, we don’t have all day.” Luke says as Roxy continues to bark in resistance. “It’ll only be for a few hours.” Still, Roxy refused. Luke then rubs his forehead. “Okay, if you get into the carrier, I promise to feed you whatever you want in Italy, no restrictions okay?” Roxy barks and the walks into the carrier. Luke then sighs in relief as he continues to pack.

At the same time, Reid then struggles to pack up all of his things while his mother, Diana watches tv.  She then notice him packing up a handful of books.

“Spencer dear, you don’t need to bring all of those books. I’m sure this Ambassador Prentiss has a library for all of your needs.” 

“It’s not that.” Reid says. “I mean we’re talking about Italy, home of the Renaissance, a period of the revival of Ancient Rome ideals and achievements of art, philosophy, literature, science. ”He lift up his books. “So yeah, these books are necessary to bring.” 

“Okay, so where is the villa?”  “Emily said that we’ll be flying to Rome first and that a couple of vans we’ll take us to Tuscany, which is where the villa is. Not to mention that the capital of the region happens to be Florence, which is where the Renaissance originated and which is another reason why I need to bring these books. This place is filled with tons of fascinating history, you don’t know how excited I am to visit these places.”  

“Oh okay son.” Diana laughs. “Just promise to pack your clothes and toothbrush before leaving.” “Don’t worry, I already did, along with your stuff.” Reid says as he finished packing up his books. “And also, I promise to take you to some of the finest cafes and opera houses once we get there. And who knows, we might even take a ride on a gondola in Venice, I know how much you wanted to ride one, okay?” “Okay.” Reid kisses his mother on the forehead and Diana smiles before turning to the television screen. “Just promise me you’ll rest once you’re done.” “Don’t worry, I will.” Reid continues to pack while Diana continues to watch tv.

Meanwhile, Tara continues to pack up her last suitcase. Unlike the others, she seems to be more calm, then again she’s not packing for anyone else as her brother Gabriel and father are out on a father and son road trip together to the west. While packing, she just got a call from her father and brother, wishing her a safe trip to Italy and hope that everything is alright. 

“Hey Tara, it’s me, your big brother Gabriel and dad here out in Montana. You should’ve seen the view. Man, if only you were here, it would be nice. Anyway, dad and I wish you the best and have a safe travel to Italy. Tell us all about it and don’t forget to take some pictures on the way.” Gabriel says on the phone.

“And don’t forget to bring some Italian ham, I heard they’re more authentic there than they are here.” Tara’s dad adds while on the phone.

Tara smiles and laughs. “Alright, I will, anyway, have fun on the road trip.” She then hangs up as she continues packing. The last thing that she grabbed was a small book on how to speak Italian.

“I guess, I need to refresh my Italian speaking skills.” She says before lying on the bed, reading the book.

Lastly, at Penelope’s apartment, Penelope struggles the most in packing all of her things as she struggles trying to pick, which items should she bring with her on the trip. Among all of the team members, it was no surprise to imagine that Penelope would be the one to pack the most, as she fills up a suitcase with excessive pairs of shoes, dresses, accessories and even toys to occupy her. The last thing she packed was a much smaller luggage with all of her important necessities:A toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, sunscreen, lotion.” Once she was done, she shakes her hands in relief. “Yes! I finally finished packing all of my necessities!” She says at the large piles of fully packed suitcases. If only one wonders what else is in there apart from clothes. 

 Once all the packing was done, each member of the team decided to rest, relieved that they finished. All they have to do was brace for tomorrow, the day of the flight, cause that’s when all hell breaks loose. 

  Tomorrow becomes today as each member of the team wakes up. Realizing that today is the day of the flight, they all go into a panic.

“Oh my god!” Matt yells as he wakes up his wife. “Kristy, come on, wake up the kids, the flight is today.” He gets out of bed as he rushes to clean up.

“Oh my god, Will. It’s today!” JJ yells as Will wakes up. Will then goes to wake up Henry and Michael as JJ rushes to the bathroom.

“Shit!” Luke yells as he gets out of bed and runs to the bathroom.

“Mom, it’s time!” Reid yells as he wakes up his mother. “Hurry up and get dressed.” He then runs towards the bathroom, only to trip. “OW!” He yells as he trips.

“Spencer dear, be careful.” Diana says she looks at Reid, lying down face first in mismatched pajamas and socks. “And don’t worry, I’ll go get dressed.” She heads off to the bathroom as Reid lifts himself up.

“SHIT, TODAY’S THE DAY!” Tara yells after slamming her alarm clock, she notice the book sticking to her head as she fell asleep while reading. Nevertheless, she pulled the book off and jumped off the bed. “Oh my god, on dear, oh no.” Penelope says as she gets out of bed. All in all, the team was all in a panic to get ready before the flight. After brushing their teeth and taking a shower, they all rushed to get dressed before leaving, with Matt and JJ struggling around to find whatever missing pair of mittens or shoe for their respective children before finding it at the last minute. 

“So Matt, you think you got everything?” Kristy asked as Matt walks out of the living room.  “Yeah, lemme check. I got my keys, my wallet, my passport, my phone and...oh my god, my ticket, my-” Just then Kristy pulls out six tickets from her bag. “Oh my god, thank you. I don’t know what I can do without you.” 

“Oh, well it’s a good thing you trust me to hold on to these tickets.” “Yeah.” The two kiss as they gather their kids and luggage before getting into the van rented by Emily.

“Alright, so all the stoves are turned off, right?” JJ asked Will.

“Yes.” Will responds 

“And the garage locked.” “Yep.” “Okay.” JJ still continues to stress out. “Well maybe I should check the suitcases again-” “Jennifer, we already have everything. All we need is for you to relax, okay?” JJ nods and Will kisses her forehead. “Okay, but what about the tickets?” “Don’t worry, I have them.” “Oh Will, you’re a life saver.” “I know.” JJ then picks up Michael’s car seat while Will carries the suitcases before leaving.

Luke then continues finishing packing up some of Roxy’s toys and a few snacks before putting on a coat and hat. He grabs his luggage and Roxy’s carrier before leaving. “Next stop, Italy.” He says on the way out. “Alright, so you brought everything you need?” Reid asked his mom while putting on his coat and scarf. “Yes.” “You sure, even your medicine?” “Spencer dear.” Diana says as she cups her son’s cheeks. “Like I told you, everything I need for the trip are already packed, thanks to you.”

“I know, I just want to make sure we have everything we need.” Reid says after wrapping the scarf around him.

“Well, looking at you yesterday, we already have more than enough of what we need.” The two smile before picking up their suitcases and heading out. “You have your ticket?” Diana asked.

“Yep.” Reid says as he pulls them out from his shoulder bag as the two leave. 

Tara then rushed to put her coat on as she continues to randomly mutter random quotes in Italian. She then checked to see if she had everything she needs:Her phone, passport, ticket and keys. Once she had everything she picks up her suitcases and opens the door, only to come back.  “Wait, I think I still need this.” She says as she picks up the book on learning how to speak Italian before heading out once again. At the same time, after bundling up, Penelope gathers all of her suitcases before leaving, grabbing her bag that has her ticket and passport inside with her mouth.

At the airport, Emily and Rossi stand outside as they wait for the rest of the team. Their flight does not leave till three hours though the still wanna make sure that they get to the airport on time. 

“You think they’ll be here?” Rossi asked.

“Of course, besides we send out the vans and taxis. They should be here by now.” Emily responds. After a few minutes they see a few vans and taxis approach to where they were standing. “Looks like they’re here.” Emily says as they see the rest of the team emerge from the vans and cabs, placing their large suitcases on carts.  “Wow, looks like the gang is all here.” Rossi says as Emily counts up whoever is present, only to notice that they’re one person short. “Wait, where’s Garcia?” Everyone else looks around, to wonder where Penelope is, only to hear a commotion as they see her emerge from a cab as she struggles to place all of her luggage on the cart. Once she saw the team staring at them, she waves and runs to them.  “Hey guys.” Penelope says as she approached the team, though they still could not stop staring at the excessive amount of luggage she brought. “What? Did I forget something?” “Forget? It looks like you brought the entire apartment with you Garcia.” Luke says.

“Yeah, and I thought I was gonna be the one carrying the most luggage since I have four kids.” Matt adds.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I travel heavy. Besides, I need all of those things.” Penelope responds.

“Oh I’m sure you do.” JJ says as she pats her back. They all turn to Emily as she goes over what time the flight leaves and which gate it’s at.

“Alright, so our gate number is A36 and the departure time is 12:48. We got less than three hours to check in, go through the security, metal detectors and what not but hopefully once all is done, we’ll be able to relax and meet up by the waiting room before our flight leaves. Do you guys copy?”

They all nod in agreement.

“Good, so let’s get inside.” Just as Emily and the team gets inside, Penelope stops and pulls out her phone.  “Wait, let’s all take a picture.” Penelope says.

“Garcia, now’s not the time.” 

“Please Emily, just one picture, I promise.” Penelope then frowns at Emily, giving her the puppy dog face. Emily sighs but was unable to resist Penelope’s puppy dog face.”Fine, but just one picture.” Penelope cheers as she and the team all gather while a security guard offers to take a picture.

“Alright, say ‘Happy Holidays’“ The guard says.

“Happy Holidays!” The team shouts out and just then, the guard takes the photo. After taking a pic, the guard hands the phone back to Penelope as she and the rest of the all head inside. “Alright guys, like I said, our flight leaves in less than three hours. So let’s hurry.” Emily said and the team all rushed inside to check in, go through security and find the gate. Hopefully things will be better on the flight.

That is all for Part 1. I know it’s long but I hope you guys enjoy.  

#spencer reid #jennifer jareau #matt simmons #penelope garcia #luke alvez #tara lewis #david rossi #emily prentiss #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

[baldurs-servant]

YGO Head canon time: Where did Leysa get her Mistletoe Dart?

I’m still working out the persona version but I had to ask myself, Leysa’s Mistletoe dart is her most treasured possession. Question is, where did she get it?

Well.... after pondering about it and remembering a discussion I had with @baby-panda-yugi I think I figured out a headcanon.

  While Leysa is travelling with her dad, (not sure how old she is at this point) she gets separated and is horribly lost. She is frightened and confused and has no idea what to do. That’s when she feels a pair of comforting arms.

A man who looks like a certain 5 to 3000-year-old pharaoh (Can be Atem/Yami/Henry/Neither) is there to comfort her and assure her that everything is going to be alright.

Leysa’s eyes widen, it’s him! 

“Baldur! you’re real!! you’re really real!!”

the spirit looks at her confused.

“Baldur...? is that my name?”

Leysa hugs him tightly “I always believed in you!!”

the spirit takes her by the hand and leads her out of the forest but before parting ways, he breaks off a branch and moulds it into a dart.

“a mistletoe dart? but isn’t that what hurt you?”

“Weapons are often used to cause pain...” he places the dart in Leysa’s tiny hands and curls her fingers around it “but more importantly, they are used to protect ourselves and those we care about.

Takashi finds her and the two return to their journey. with Leysa looking over her shoulder, waving goodbye to her etherial friend.

that’s the basic idea anyway... the kinks still need to be worked out. lemme know your thoughts!!

[neshabeingchildish]

Poly Wanna? Ch. 6

Lemme know if I need to take you off the tag. Idk who’s actually reading because I’ve only heard from a couple of people, so idk if y’all still interested.

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Daddy Issues

“I called my mom to try to see if I could come over for a few nights and clear my mind. It didn’t go exactly how I would have loved…”

Charlotte was outside of the lounge, crying in her pretty dress, with Jasper nearby, holding his head, trying to figure out what was happening to them right now. She didn’t want him to hear the conversation, but he refused to leave her alone outside of the building. “Mom… Could I come spend a few nights at your place?”

“Honey, I thought that we agreed that as long as you’re wasting your degrees, we can’t keep coddling you.”

“I’m not asking you to pay a bill or to let me move back in. I just need a few nights away from Jasper,” she said, sniffling.

“I don’t know…” Her mom said. “I tried to tell you that no good could come out of dating a boy whose friend you dated, and it’s even trickier that both of you dated the same boy! I don’t know what kind of swapping you kids are up to these days…”

Charlotte was about to ask her if she could come over or not, but she heard a male voice in the background and wondered, “Who is that, Mom?”

Her mother cleared her throat and asked her, “Who else would it be, Charlotte?”

“That’s Dad?” Charlotte asked, breaking down a little bit more. “Let me get this straight… So, I ask you for a few days there and it’s an automatic no, but the man that put you through everything that he put you through gets to come over there in the middle of booty call hours?”

“Charlotte!” She hissed. “He’s your father, and my husband…”

“He’s everybody’s, Mom, but go off. Anyway, thanks for listening. I’ve gotta call a friend.” Her mother sounded like she was going to say something else, but Charlotte hung up on her. “We’re talking about someone who slept around, ran around, traveled around, just whoring himself all over the place… Had my mother looking stupid for half my life, that I can remember. Out there with pregnancy scares at other people’s houses. He gave her an STD whenever I was in 9th grade. An STD. Then, he just LEFT her ass when I turned 18, like it was on schedule or something! And that community dick can come home, but I can’t?!?” 

Charlotte let out a howl of a cry and Jasper rushed to check on her. She was still mad, but she let him hug her and just cried on him. “My dad is at my mom’s house. She told me that I couldn’t even stay for a few days. He shouldn’t even be allowed to cross the threshold!”

“Maybe he’s just there to fix something or they’re sorting through their issues. Maybe he came to discuss something legal that they never finished off. Baby… It’s okay. You don’t need to go anywhere. Stay with me. I promise, I’ll give you whatever space you need and not bother you, if that’s what you want.” “I don’t want this energy in our home. I want to cool off, realign and just…” She started crying again and he held her tighter. “Seeing you with Henry just reminded me of all the times I saw my mother pretend not to notice some woman being all cozy with my dad and I just felt like that rejected girl in the hotel room that night… The one that you didn’t want to be with…”

“That’s not what happened, Char.” He loosened the hug to look at her and wiped her face. “I was scared. I didn’t think I’d be good enough and I was trying to work myself up. You moved on before I could get myself there… Not saying that’s your fault! It was partially mine and partially Henry’s for sliding in as soon as he saw an opening.”

“And I felt so seen, so validated in that moment that I opened myself to exactly the kind of person that I’d promised myself that I would never open up to and he did exactly what I would have expected somebody like that to do.” 

“I became my mother. Somebody’s goddamn fool. I let Henry Hart play me and when I walked away from it, a portion of a person, I revisited the promise to myself that I wasn’t going to be anybody’s fool again. So, seeing Henry and Jasper close to each other, I can admit that I was triggered and that I jumped off hot, but… I guess that night,  I preferred to be the loud, boisterous fool than the one that smiles through her suffering like her little girl isn’t right next to her. I am not my mother. I can’t just BE her. These mamas used to always say that you must think they’re Booboo the Fool, I feel like just telling her, Yes, Mom. I do. I do think that you’re Booboo the Fool, because that’s how Dad has you looking. Clown shoes just squeaking around Swellview. *Shakes her head)

.

Henry saw the pink viper driving up to the apartment and he furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t know that she was in town and he didn’t know why she would be at Jasper’s place. The pink diamond studded license plate that read “Piper” wasn’t even the most noticeable thing about the vehicle, but she whipped it into a space and got out, almost in one fluid motion. “What are you doing here?” She wondered. He opened his mouth to answer, but she said, “Just kidding. I don’t care, but you gotta get out of here.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Obviously, I’m here for Charlotte. She wanted me to come get her for the night, so we’re gonna get a hotel room and chill out until she’s not so upset with everything. Congratulations on coming back into their lives and doing this, almost immediately.”

“I didn’t DO anything. I’m here to try to smooth things out. It was way too crowded and loud at the lounge to do it, and that’s where they work.”

“Well, I warned you,” she said, throwing her hands into the air and going inside… with a key? 

“You have a key to their home?”

“I made Jasper gave it to me after he almost killed himself over you. You remember? His mom found him choking on his own vomit on her bathroom floor? Yeah - I wasn’t gonna have him living alone and having similar types of accidents.”

“You live too far away to help, if he does!”

“But, here I am, with the key,” she said and went inside, then locked the door. Piper and Henry got a long a lot better than they did whenever she was younger, but she had not been very happy with how he’d handled his friends and the relationships with them. In her mind, they were all supposed to treat each other better than that. In her mind, everything that happened that broke up the gang was because of her stupid brother and his penis policies. BUT, she wasn’t going to say any of that in front of his cameras, because she wasn’t on the show and even if they negotiated something that was acceptable for her brand, she didn’t want to give them any material until they did. Besides, she’d already let her brother know how she felt about it and tonight was about her swooping in to help clean up one of his messes.

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Whenever Jasper’s jeep pulled into the parking lot of the apartment, Henry was still there. Jasper sighed and shook his head, “I can’t deal with this,” he said. It took a lot of energy to calm Charlotte down and get her home, and the last thing he wanted or needed was seeing Henry set her off again.

“What does he drive?” Charlotte wondered.

“That green hybrid…” She got out of the car and Jasper realized that maybe she was asking that for a bad reason. He rushed out of the jeep and smiled at her, “What… Are you doing?” 

She was looking around on the ground. “Trying to find something,” she said. Henry approached the two of them and started trying to explain why he left earlier and to apologize. Jasper started trying to convince him to just get in his car and go, but he was insistent. Charlotte went into the apartment. Jasper let out a sigh of relief, guessing that she probably didn’t find anything useful outside… BUT, realized that inside, she knew what EVERYTHING was for!

“Look, you need to get out of here, before Charlotte busts your window with my hockey stick or something.”

“She’s mad, but come on, Dude. She wouldn’t do that. It’s illegal. Besides, you left me this exasperated voicemail accusing me of causing you problems and leaving. I just wanted to be able to talk to the two of you in a more quiet and comfortable environment. I want to invite you both to dinner at my place...”

“She asked me what car was yours, and she’s been crying, fussing and drinking.” Jasper didn’t have time to focus on anything Henry was talking about. Charlotte might be back soon and think HE was giving energy to Henry. 

“Yeah but…”

“Her dad is at her mom’s house tonight,” Jasper finally said, feeling a little bit like he might be betraying Char’s confidence by telling Henry, but knowing that he’d understand better what state of mind she was in right now.

“Okay,” Henry said and headed for his vehicle. As he started it up, he saw Piper and Charlotte coming out, with bags. Wait a minute… He stopped the car in the middle of the path out and got out of the car, “Are you leaving him? You can’t do that, Char! It was a misunderstanding!” He begged. Charlotte turned to Jasper, looking like she would go off at any moment, holding her weekend bag and taking a deep breath. Jasper collected her and kissed her, whispered something to her and opened the passenger door to Piper’s viper for her. Whenever she got in, he took her bags and helped Piper get them into the backseat. 

“I’ll take care of her. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time that I’ve had to do this,” Piper told Jasper and gave him a hug. “It’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure she comes back.” She quickly went to hug Henry too and advised him, “Just… Move carefully with them and mind your business.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, got into her car, sped off and around his, honking the horn way too loud for this time of night and then peeled off out of the parking lot.

“She’s just taking some time,” Jasper said. “Night.”

“Hey… You know that I didn’t do that on purpose, right?” Henry asked. “It’s important to me that you realize that.”

“It’s not that important to me whether or not it was on purpose. Henry… You saw that something was going terribly wrong and you just left.”

“I didn’t think that I’d be able to get through to her in that setting!”

“Okay. Well,” Jasper shrugged his shoulders, “Thanks for stopping by. Night.”

“Jasper…”

“Henry, I have to go collect my thoughts, okay? I need you to leave.”

“I’m scared to. I don’t want you to… hurt yourself, or something…” Henry was being sincere and Jasper knew he was, but he just wasn’t in the mood right now for this. If Henry had done this years ago, yes. But, tonight, with Char in a car spending time away from Jasper to heal herself, Jasper didn’t GAF how genuine Henry was.

“Look. I got drunk and was too drunk to monitor the amount of pills that I took. I wasn’t trying to hurt myself that night and I’m not gonna hurt myself tonight. What I am gonna do is go inside and get myself cleaned up, watch something sad and probably cry, and check with Piper every few minutes to see how Charlotte is because since she’s the one who went elsewhere tonight, she really could just decide not to come back and I’d have to deal with that. Good. Night.” He went inside, ignoring Henry trying to say something else about keeping him company or at least text him in the morning to let him know he was okay or something. Jasper slammed the door a little harder than he meant to, but that was because he felt like Henry wasn’t respecting his boundaries and the night had gone badly enough.

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Jasper was still up whenever it was time for the sun to rise. He grabbed his juice and went to stand outside and knew that Henry was doing the same in the brownstone and Charlotte was in a hotel with a passed out Piper, doing the same, as well. He came back inside and checked his phone. Henry had sent several texts the previous night, but Charlotte had called him this morning. He called back immediately and she sounded better, “Hey. I didn’t know if you’d be up or not. I was watching the sun rise and of course she reminded me that it's a new day. So, can I come home today, or should I take the ones that I asked for?”

“You can always come back to me, Charlotte. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay. Then, we’ll be back probably before you go running with Henry, or whatever.”

“I wasn’t planning on going.”

“I don’t want you to think that because I was in my feelings last night that I want to control who you chill with, even if it’s him. I just felt a way last night. Honestly, Piper thinks that it was a misunderstanding, so I’m gonna just apologize to him about it. I’m sorry that I flipped out.”

“Actually, it was kinda hot that you were jealous, of course that was up until you were crying.”

“Those were angry tears.”

“No tears are hot, though.”

“What if they’re joy tears? Like, what if, hypothetically, we got married someday and I’m crying tears of joy, that wouldn’t be even a little bit hot?”

“I stand corrected. That’d be the hottest thing that you ever did. If we get married, you gotta give me tears of joy.”

“You can’t plan tears of joy How about this - if we decide to get married and I don’t cry tears of joy, you call the whole thing off.”

“Sounds drastic.”

“Are you not drastic?”

He scoffed, “No.”

“I wish that I had a list to read off of how that declaration is a bold faced lie…”

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Henry hoped that Jasper would show up at the gym. He hadn’t gotten back to him, and if he didn’t by the time his work out was over, he was going to go back to his apartment. Piper had texted him that since she was in town that she’d come workout with him. He asked her, “What about Charlotte?”

“Wow. Your only sister takes time to spend with you and that’s what you ask me?”

“No, I just meant… I thought you were here for her.”

“Last night, I was. She’s going back home, so I’m coming to the gym, unless you wanna go running, instead?”

“No, we can meet at the gym.” He was still hoping that maybe, just maybe Jasper might show up and he didn’t want him to think that after all of that, he’d just left him again. So, he watered his flowers, grabbed his gym bag and his hygiene bag and went to the gym. 

Whenever he arrived, Jasper and Piper were there and his face immediately brightened whenever he saw that Jasp HAD made it, after all. He smiled his biggest, hardest smile in a while, then Charlotte walked up, having came from Piper’s car and he felt his smile falter, a little bit. She was pissed at him last night and he didn’t know what condition she might be in today. Jasper took her bag and he and Piper headed inside as she approached Henry. 

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey.”

“Piper and Jasper said that they’d give me a moment to talk to you about last night, and at this current time, we are ONLY talking about last night, you got it?” “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Last night, I didn’t expect to have to see you. You weren’t on the filming schedule for me. I hadn’t even emotionally prepared to see your face, so seeing your face and seeing it thisclose to my man’s face - I didn’t like it and I had to push it down while I’m singing love and longing songs and I didn’t like that either. Long story short, I apologize for how I responded to what I saw. I don’t want to be an angry person. I don’t want to be a sad person. But, sometimes, I will feel both of those things and I need to be an adult and deal with them in a healthy way. All I ask is that if you’re gonna be around me for the show or because you and Jasper have mended your friendship, or because you’re Piper’s brother and I love her to life, please… Don’t just surprise me like that. Last night, I realized that I can’t handle the emotional shock of you just showing up. Like how you stopped beaming whenever you saw me a few minutes ago. It was like that, but I was working and couldn’t easily resolve the issue. Okay?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. You were great, though. Like, I knew that you could sing, but you had an awesome stage presence, too. I’d love to have your permission to see you perform again, some time.”

“We’ll see,” she said, a little disappointed that he hadn’t also apologized for his part in things last night, but not surprised. He apologized to Jasper, and maybe that was all that he cared about for the moment.

“So… Did Jasper tell you about how the running went for him?”

“No. But, he didn’t have to. Jasper hasn’t run in years. I told him to start slow, but did he listen? No. In true Leo fashion, he jumped right to the highest setting. Taking up running with a superhero…” Her eyes widened and she looked at the camera.

“They know, remember? We’ll cut it out,” he said and held the door for her to the gym. She looked at it for a moment, like she was trying to process something and he wished he knew what it was. Did she think it was a trick? Was she simply surprised that he was being nice to her after last night? Was she impressed that he was getting the door for her even though all that she was holding was a water bottle and he had two very large bags, one on each arm? “You… okay?” She smiled gently, nodded and went inside. Henry followed her in. “I really wish that I knew what she was thinking about whenever I was holding the door. For all we know, she just had a brain fart and was in a daze.”

“Whenever Henry opened the door for me, I remembered all of the times when we were younger that he didn’t! I remember always feeling like he might not really even like me, because it wasn’t his natural response to just do nice little polite things for me. At the time, I’d rationalize that was because we were just friends and nothing else, but I was also only paying attention to it, because whenever I was little, my dad always grabbed doors for me and my mom, and as I got older, I noticed that he didn’t do it for her anymore. Like, he was never mean or anything, but the stuff that my mind knew him to do wasn’t being done and by the time I realized that he didn’t like her anymore… I began almost subconsciously taking inventory of little things that people did for me. I’ve done it for years, not even on purpose or to rack up what I think that they think of me, but just as a habit. It gave me pause that Henry grabbed the door, but then I thought - he’s got social skills, Girl. This means nothing and I went on with the rest of the day.”

#Poly Wanna #Nesha HD Fics #henry danger #henry hart #charlotte page #jasper dunlop #hd ot3

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Poly Wanna? Ch.5

Doing confession in bold to see how this goes. I may not set chapters up in "reality TV format" but I had a couple of things that I wanted to do in that style just to see. I be trying out stuff sometimes. Forgive me for being a whole trash can.

Lemme know if I need to take you off the tag. Idk who’s actually reading because I’ve only heard from a couple of people, so idk if y’all still interested (or if y’all’ll be after this MESSY shiz in this chapter. 

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Here is the song from the bar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iibMNsSRCE

And, the Drama Begins

Jasper wanted to have one more Girls Day with the Hartbroken Club before filming started, but the production team felt like that was actually a perfect place to begin recording him. Of course, he couldn't see it in progress. The thought of doing things for six months then having to wait another six months before even seeing it and probably being a completely different person in another year… that was a little terrifying.

But, the team had made a filming schedule and decided to start out with Jasper for the beginning of the show for a few reasons: 1. He was the longest friendship that Henry Hart has ever had. 2. He was the most likable person that they currently had on the cast. And 3. They weren't convinced that he and Henry were over each other and felt like establishing that on camera, early on would be a wonderful bang to begin with.

Henry hadn't been in a serious relationship since he and Jasper broke up a few years prior and there must've been a reason that it also took Jasper a long time to move on and when he did, it was with Henry's ex. They were pretty much convinced that either the relationship was a ruse to get to Henry, or one or both of them were lying to themselves about how one another felt.

Also, unknown to Jasper, they had reasons that they wanted to see Charlotte face to face with Bianca and Chloe. If the cast members weren't telling each other certain things, that was fine for the production team. They had a feeling that they knew how to start with a hefty dosage of mess from something that Charlotte had admitted in her interview when asked how she felt about being on screen with Henry's other exes. They had a feeling that Jasper didn't know this little piece of information. It would bring in good ratings at the start of the program...

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Jasper's confession/testimony room was in his bedroom, where he interviewed, but with a much better camera set up. They gave Jasper a list of things that they wanted him to share with the confession camera: Why do you go to these outings with Chloe and Bianca? Is all of this because of your connection to Henry? How does Charlotte feel about it?

He sighed and set the paper down. "Those don't have to be recorded right now," Grumpy Cat said. "But, I'd say maybe do a short introduction for your first voiceover."

"Can it not be the stuff from the interview? Because I can guarantee you that whatever I said then is all that I'll come up with if I sit in that chair."

"Sure. I don't care." He rolled his eyes and walked off.

Jasper waited until he was gone to start his confession. "My name is Jasper Dunlop. I'm 28, he/him/his pronouns, cis, but not het. Ummm… Bisexual, not entirely sure of what it means to be pan, so I don't absorb that title. I have a beautiful girlfriend of about 7 months now. We live together and decided to take this weird journey with our ex-best friend and mutual ex boyfriend.." That probably sounds like we dated him at the same time, which technically… I mean, depending on how you look at it… Henry was definitely still in love with Charlotte when he and Jasper… Jasper looked at the paper then at the camera again.

"I go to these outings with Chloe and Bianca, who also dated Henry because when we broke up, it was my chance to vent, but now I just love having spa days. That's good stuff. This time, we're bringing Charlotte along. She wants to go for spa stuff. She couldn't really care about the whole Henry angle. She got over him better than any of us did, I think, especially considering that theirs was a much more serious relationship… Honestly, Char just deserves a good relaxing day. She hasn't had a great year."

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Charlotte and Jasper came to the spa and Chloe and Bianca were waiting inside. "Hi!" Both girls cheered. Charlotte smiled, but didn't rush to hug them like Jasper had. They came to hug her, though. She smiled a little. "My God, you look amazing! What do you do for your skin? Your hair is divine! Omg, this dress is so cute! You smell great…" Her smile tensed up with all the overdoing going on here.

But, she had given a confession that would surely be used when this was aired…

"I don't know if Bianca and Chloe know that I know that they're two of the women who Henry was paying attention to behind my back. I don't know if they know that I know that pix were sent and that a threesome was discussed. But I know that I know, and both those girls better watch how they handle me."

In the spa, Charlotte said, "Okay! I'm not a collectible doll and neither of you are at a petting zoo." She bumped past them and asked for a price list, which she took to studying as Jasper confusedly resumed speaking to the girls about their usual plan.

She wondered, to the woman at the counter, "Just wondering about this Henry Hartbreak Plan… I think I want it, but is there a way to take off certain services for a discounted price? For instance… I don't do tanning beds…"

"Are you Charlotte?" The woman asked. Now, the whole group was paying attention. Charlotte raised an eyebrow, reluctant to answer, "I've got whatever your services are covered."

"What? Why?" Charlotte asked suspiciously. She had been broke for a few years and nobody ever gave her anything for free in her life.

"We have card information and instructions to let you whatever you need, if you are."

"What card information?"

"Dr. Henry Hart." Charlotte almost refused, but you know what? Eff it. He owed her at least one spa day, and the looks on both Bianca and Chloe's faces were worth it as the girl behind the counter read, "Charlotte Page. Special instructions. Whatever she orders, charge it to this card." The woman looked worried, like she'd said something wrong.

"Okay then, but can I still skip the tanning bed? I like to tan like nature intended, basking in the sun…"

Jasper spoke to the confession camera about this, "It was troubling to me that Henry was paying for Charlotte's way, but a little more troubling that she accepted. Because, I'd offered her and she declined. But he offered and..." he shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes were stressed.

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Charlotte had a wonderful time, but avoided the girls and by association, Jasper most of the time. It wasn't really his fault, but she just preferred to focus on her experience there. "Honestly, I didn't go there to bond with Chloe or Bianca and I didn't go there to confront them about old stuff. I went for a spa day. They had their little girl's day. Charlotte had her spa day, AND it was free." On the way home, she reclined the seat and said, "I'm probably gonna sleep."

"Are you tired from all the energy it must've taken you to ignore everybody all day?" He said, jokingly.

"Nope. It took none. It was as natural as breathing. That's an awesome spa! My skin feels glorious." She said. "I loved those lavender lemonade spritzers."

"Too rich for my blood," he muttered.

"Should've told me. I'd have gotten you some on Henry's dime." Jasper took a deep breath. "You okay, Jasper?" She poked him a little in the side, playfully, trying to get him to look at her.

"I don't feel comfortable with what happened today."

"Why? I got a free spa day and you got your day with your little friends. Everybody won."

"For one, they were trying to be nice and you were kind of rude to them, then you refused to interact with any of us. Why did you come when we did and not some other time if you didn't want to be there with us?"

"Next time I won't. Sorry for how it affected you," she said and rubbed his shoulder.

He sighed. He wanted to say it was no big deal and move on, but that was the kind of stuff that got his heart in trouble with Henry. "Now, I feel like you're dismissing it."

"I am, because you're wrong, but if it's how you feel, who are me to judge?" She laughed to herself about her silly reference. He didn't get it. He looked stressed and she didn't want that at all. She honestly didn't think it would matter to him that she stayed to herself, because they were both pretty independent in this relationship. He seemed like he was upset, so she added, "I wasn't trying to ignore you. I thought that was better than me being bitchy towards those girls. I won't mess up your next date with them, as long as you aren't talking playfully or otherwise about having a threesome with them."

"Why would I be?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Henry did." Jasper squinted and looked at her sideways.

"What?"

"This story never got back to you?" He shook his head. "Okay. Wow. Well, whenever Henry and I had our last little blow up, one of the contention sources was his group chat with Bianca and Chloe and very inappropriate things being said and done there, one of which quote unquote just joking about having a threesome with them."

"I… did not know that. Henry didn't really ever want to say much about what happened between you and him. Just that it was his fault and that you left him."

"And in the past year or so you've been hanging with them they never mentioned it?"

"They mentioned that something happened after you two broke up, but nothing about causing it."

"Wait, something happened, like what? Like the threesome?"

"I mean… would it matter at this point? Are you still hurt?"

"To be honest, I didn't really deal with my heartbreaking. I just moved along, focused on school until I was ready to see other people socially, and I guess in the anger and blocking and stuff… maybe I am still hurt…"

"I don't know. But whether or not I am, I didn't like how they approached me either, so I still wouldn't have been interested, even if I didn't have those being my last memories of them."

"Why didn't you tell me this before? Like.. why come to this and then tell me afterwards?"

"I thought it would be petty to bring it up to you, at all. But, just now, you looked upset and I hate seeing you upset. I wanted to explain myself. I didn't think I'd be as dismissive of them when I got there as I was. I'm sorry."

He pulled over and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry. That's really messed up that you went through that. That would never happen with me."

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"I'm Charlotte. Part science whiz, part art hoe, part witchy bitch, sarcastic, realistic, and just passionate about the things that I'm into. I came here for no other reason than for people to be able to see sides of me that I don't necessarily talk about. I know that this is about Henry, but that's not why I'm here." Charlotte was doing yoga in the living room, then made some juice and went outside to watch the sunrise.

Whenever Jasper saw her do it for the first time, he waited for her to come back in and asked, "Is that a you and Henry thing?"

"Nothing is a me and Henry thing," she said, laughing. Jasper had stepped out onto the balcony with Henry before and Henry asked him not to interrupt that time. It was his special alone time with the sun. Jasper thought it was weird, but gave him the space. So, seeing Charlotte do the very same thing had been deja vu. But, instead of being hard on him, she'd asked, "You ever wanna join me? I know you're not usually up so early…"

"I'd love to!" He said, then never woke up for it. Sometimes, if he left the bar super late, he'd still be awake when she got up. To be perfectly honest, watching her do yoga was more interesting to him than watching the sunrise, but there was something in how she watched it, something in how Henry had watched it that made Jasper feel like he understood them both better now. He didn't. He couldn't put his finger on it. But, he was just… kinda really fond of them in some of the same ways.

"You know, Henry does this every morning, too. That was why I'd asked if it was a you and him thing."

"It's a me thing that rubbed off on him."

"There was a lot, I think. I didn't realize that was your influence, but living with you after living with him…"

She smiled a little, "Well, he and I have to have both changed enough to where I don't remind you too much of him?"

"Yeah, there's a lot of very clear differences. Like, the bathroom! He keeps all his bathroom stuff in a bag and puts it out when he's in there and puts it away when he leaves."

"Yeah, because if he has to get out and go, he needs those things to go with him. He and Ray went on a… business trip suddenly and we're there for over a week. He came back and kept insisting his skin was in shambles." She laughed. "He was so ashy! I didn't even know that could happen to him, but he's got a kinda dark white complexion, so I guess." Jasper laughed too, recalling that. THAT was why he did that?

"Of course, you don't even care. You just spread your things all over my bathroom before you ever even moved in! I'd go in to find my toothpaste and there's women's stuff, beauty stuff, all those oils and stuff.."

"You're welcome. Don't think I don't notice you using my stuff."

"It's high quality stuff!"

"I have something for you!" She rushed to get a pretty bottle, that looked sort of like a genie bottle and handed it to him. "I blended this juice especially for you."

He tried some and shrugged. "Pretty good."

"It will help with some things…" she smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't leave me in suspense. What things?"

"Jasper has bruh… I don't know how else to say it… very off-putting semen. It's super bitter - WAY more tart than it should be. I know that his diet is part of the problem, but I can't really, you know… change his diet for him. This is one of the things that I do, though. Juices, herbs, soaks, whatever… we can get him tasting right. I'm not gonna keep trying to figure out what to do with that swamp gunk!"

Charlotte answered, "Your output. This will help with it."

"I have no idea what that means."

"I'll LOVE it, okay?"

"Good enough for me." She gave him a peck on the lips, then went to go get cleaned up for the rest of her day. *Shows off the bottle "Look at how gorgeous this thing is. I don't even know what it's made out of, but it's beautiful and the juice tastes magical."

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Jasper showed up while Henry was watering plants. He'd left the door open. "Heyyy!" Henry cheered. "Jasper's here, ladies," he said to a group of flowers.

"Yo. Oh! Is it still watering time?" He backed away, getting ready to leave the place, in peace.

"Yeah, it's all good." Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Things have changed, Jasp. I'm not as mean as before… or as abusive." His eyes fell and he shook his head. He was honestly horrible to Jasper.

"I wouldn't call it abusive. You just were snappy about your boundaries."

"Yeah, but when you have so many boundaries…"

"Speaking of, sometimes I watch the sunrise with Char. She told me that you got that from her."

Henry smiled sadly, "Keep living. She'll put things on you too."

"Yeah! She makes me special juice and puts it in this beautiful bottle for me!" He held out the bottle to Henry.

"What's in it?"

Jasper took a swig, "Like.. bananas, something tropical, citrusy.." he took another, "Different flavors. My palate is getting a lot."

"May I?" Jasper reluctantly handed it over and Henry beautifully took a sip. How was he so damn hot, just drinking from a bottle? He swished it in his mouth, swallowed, smacked his lips and said, "I've got papaya, cinnamon, peppermint… celery…" He snapped his fingers, "This is for your semen." He handed the bottle back. "To help it taste better for her."

"What?" Jasper hugged the bottle close to himself, scandalized.

"I mean, sure those things have other properties, so it could be anything, but my vote is on semen, because yours was always super strong tasting and she doesn't like flavors like that. Knowing her, she'd give you something to help without straight up saying, this is for this problem that I've noticed… Because, she feels like we ignore her when she does that."

"My output!" Jasper said, embarrassed.

Henry laughed, then apologized. "I remember her telling me, I got you something! Then showing me my very first konjac sponge. Apparently, I needed to exfoliate, especially my lips, which got really dry and licking them only wet them, not moisturized them." Henry laughed. "I do a routine flush to keep that down below good to go, though, especially if I'm expecting to engage. You let her down there with...just whatever? DId you not notice her wince or anything?"

"I don't wanna talk sex with Charlotte with you, Henry. You understand."

"Sure. Well, you ready to run?"

"No! But I agreed to it, so…""Charlotte is super healthy. Henry is super healthy. Henry is gonna be around because we're doing this show, so… I want to look better than I've been looking. I look great! Don't think I'm self conscious. I just know that I could stand to try to be in better shape, especially with the weirdness of Charlotte and Henry and me. Henry said that I could come with him on his morning runs. I hate running, but I've gotta start somewhere, I guess." The two of them were lightly jogging. Jasper fell behind a few times and told Henry not to worry, but he'd slow down every time.

"Jasper running is kinda comical, kinda adorable. He seems like he might die and that's sad, but his facial expressions and the stuff he yells out just make it hard not to smile."

"Running is what they get you to do when you wake up in Hell!" Jasper toppled over. Jasper poured a jug of water down his shirt. Jasper nearly collapsed. "Why would people choose to do this any time after like, age 6?" Jasper rested his hands on his knees, then fell forward, then lied down in the grass. "You should go on without me. I've been out here too long." Henry jogged next to him as he caught his breath. Henry checked his watch. "Okay, Buddy. It's been like 8 minutes…"

"PERIOD?" "Jasper is not a runner."

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Henry made a mental note to simply work out later. After 20 minutes, Jasper was ready to die. "Come on. I'll get you something to eat and we can sit down for a while." Henry placed Jasper on his shoulder and said, "Maybe a gym. A treadmill? You could better control the volume and speed. We'll look into that."

"Henry and I used to work out all the time. I started going to the gym with him when he and Charlotte broke up. He would go more frequently, trying to blow off stress I think and I went along because he was mentally in a bad spot and I didn't want him to be alone. I got a membership back then and we went and talked and worked out and I was in my best shape at that time. I was hot. Ouch!"

Charlotte wasn't home whenever Jasper got back, but he texted her about spending the afternoon with Henry. Once they were out and about again, they just flowed well. And, they'd spent time together before he and Charlotte, so they would likely do so again. He looked at the countertop in the kitchen and Charlotte had left him this cute jumbo organza bag with a drawstring and a note, "Put together a blend of oatmeal, epsom salts, fragrances, flowers, herbs and essential oils for the soreness that you'll surely have when you get home. Love you!" Jasper held his heart over his chest, "She's honestly so thoughtful. Like… She talks to you mean, but literally nobody in my life has ever anticipated that I might be sore and made me a bath soak for it." He was blushing, uncontrollably.

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Henry pulled out all the 'Steal Yo Girl' stops for his visit to the lounge that Jasper and Charlotte were working at. Neither of them were expecting him, but he knew where they worked and decided that he would go to socialize and smize at them. He had on a button down shirt, with the buttons open at the top, a floral jacket, silk to be exact, his eyebrows, hairdo, skin and teeth groomed to perfection. Jasper had spent a lot of time with him earlier. They had brunch and found a gym to join together and Henry was able to finish up his run on the treadmill, while Jasper preferred a comfortable walk on the one next to it. They had a good time. Henry felt good about them, but Charlotte was still out of his reach.

He came in and saw a little flier that said that Charlotte was singing tonight. He didn't even know that she sung here. He thought she said she was a waitress. He headed for the bar to order a drink and this music started and a sweet singing voice that made him turn around and stare. She was just in a silhouette, but he knew her form, even holding a guitar. "When we first collided -The timing wasn't right. I showed you the signs. You disappeared into the shadows. Now you're back again, Telling me you do. You do…" She came from the darkness into the dim light of the room, continuing. He was transfixed, but everyone was.

Charlotte wore a figure hugging shimmering gold dress that showcased her gorgeous legs, strap up shoes, and her hair pulled up, adorned with gold accents and some extensions that made her kinda look like that suitoress in Coming to America. She kicked her leg up when she got to the chorus, "I've been to the moon. Don't tempt me. I've been where you are. God help me…" Jasper and Charlotte seemed to both notice Henry at the same time, or maybe Jasper noticed him after she focused in on someone in the audience… "I've been to the moon and stars for you, and now it's your turn to go for me too…" Henry was drawing closer to the stage when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder and broke his trance. Jasper.

"Hey.. you didn't tell me that Char was singing tonight!"

"I didn't expect to see you here, so I'm not sure why I would've. She has good vocals and can play guitar, so sometimes she does this for extra cash when they can't book anybody." Jasper smiled and folded his arms, trying not to look Henry over and failing. "What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to have a few drinks." They headed for the bar and Jasper was ready to serve. "What's this song she's singing?"

"Ummm.. it's Corinne Bailey Rae, I think. She's doing some of that tonight and some Esperanza Spalding, Marsha Ambrosious… You know…"

"Charshit," they both said at the same time. Henry ordered his drink then stared at her some more before Jasper interrupted, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you still wanted her." Henry blinked out of it and turned in his seat towards Jasper with a soft smile. "I want her not to hate me. We never got a chance to get to that point. She crossed me off and didn't look back. I spent years trying to get over that."

"Over the fact that someone was strong enough to leave you?" Jasper teased

Henry studied his glass for a while, before admitting, "Over the fact that the one person I always thought would never, had."

"The one person…" Jasper reeled in his sympathy to say, "Well when you're planning threesomes with your exes while you're dating, executing aforementioned threesome when you break up, and then inviting all of them to your shit show, I'm not sure how you expect her to forgive you any time soon."

Henry rubbed the temples of his head, shot the rest of his drink, and gestured for another. Jasper rolled his eyes at the fact that he went silent when called on his BS. Earlier today, he thought he'd changed. When he set down Henry's drink, Henry said, "I want everything out of the way. All the dirt dealt with… everything drudged up and maybe we can put all the shit behind us."

"Says the shit starter," Jasper said. He leaned on the bar, kinda close to Henry's face, "If that's what you want, just say it. Stop playing games."

Henry smiled and said, "I feel like that's going to be used completely out of context when this airs." He booped his nose, laughed, and turned away from Jasper to watch Charlotte finish her set and nurse his drink. "Charlotte said everything that she needed to say to me whenever she left me. She had some valid reasons. She was well within her right and it was the best thing for her to do for her. I always thought that whenever somebody messes up, you work on it, forgive, maybe even forget. My parents have been together for like 30 years and I know that there's been infidelity and other troubles, but they never leave each other and they've never even considered a divorce, and I guess that I thought that when you love someone, there's a lot of room to make mistakes. That… wasn't what I believed after that break up and I felt like I had an epiphany that I was never going to have any great love, because I had one and I messed up."

Charlotte came off of the stage and looked Henry up and down then said, very firmly, cutting off whatever cheery compliments that he was about to give her, "Listen. If you're gonna go after my man, all up in my face, I should tell you that you're not the only one with some fight training."

Henry scoffed and Jasper handed her a drink, "He's not, Babe."

"Don't come up in here trying to look like a meal and getting all up on Jasper, smiling and booping his nose and shit!" She snapped at Henry.

"Wow. You misread all of that," Henry said.

"You misread!" She snapped. "Jasper is a nice person and he has a hard time telling people to shove off. I don't. He doesn't want you anymore, Hen, You messed that up."

"I know that," Henry said, shot the rest of his current drink and threw some money on the counter, "Sorry for the misunderstanding. We still on for the gym?"

"Uhh... " Jasper looked at Charlotte, tapping her foot angrily and clenching her glass in her fingers. "I don't know. I'll call you in the morning." He rubbed Charlotte's shoulder and said, "He wasn't flirting with me."

"I know. You were flirting with him," She said and drank her drink.

"No, I wasn't. I was confronting him about the way that he was looking at you!"

"You had to be nose to nose with him to do so?" She slammed her glass down and said, "Jasper… I'm not going to be any man's fool."

"I would never. I'm tired of you not trusting me."

"Should we take a break? You're certainly not tired of Henry. You were with him all day and now he's here tonight?"

"He just showed up!"

"And you decided to fawn all over him right in my goddamn face, Jasper!"

"I noticed that he looked nice, but I wasn't… I don't want Henry, and hell no I don't want to take a break!"

Henry bit his lip and looked at the camera. "I think that I started a fight between them.." He left the bar, stifling a chuckle. It wasn't funny, but he couldn't help it. He actually had not meant to do that, at all. He didn't know how he was gonna fix it, but probably invite them both over for dinner to clarify what he was doing there.

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Poly Wanna? Ch. 7

This is probably my messiest chapter YET. We get some action too, and some pain and even some violence, so TW for that. I didn’t put a warning on the ffnet post, but I think most of the readers read this here anyway and only my two muffins read on that end. They know who they are. At any rate, prepare to drama to the fullest reality TV style extent.

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The Unspoken Stories

“You know how sometimes, people say things like ‘I had a feeling about this’ or ‘I simply just knew,” or anything else to indicate that they possessed some intuition about things? I often wonder where that comes from? Is it like Charlotte says - the universe, energy, spirit, etc or whatever, or is it something inside of you that just tells you, like a superpower? I don’t tend to have a lot of intuition about many things. I tend to try to assess what I see, but I’m usually battling with multiple questions about exactly what that is. I don’t have any intuition that I know of, so the feeling that I’ve been getting around Char and Jasp… I think it’s probably wishful thinking, but they’re warming up to me.”

Jasper decided that a good place to maybe talk out some of Charlotte’s tension, as it related to Henry and the other two girls was to have them air it out at the spa. Henry and Charlotte both thought that was a terrible idea, but he raised a good point, “Would it be better at a fancy restaurant, at dinner, where drinks might be thrown? Or at one of our homes, where possessions might be damaged? At least if things go poorly, everyone can go to a different room and get some stress relief treatment.” 

“Why are your expectations filled with violence?” Charlotte wondered, knowing that he probably was lowkey accusing her of possibly whipping somebody’s ass. 

She wasn’t violent, so much as she had been more likely to fight since her breakup with Henry. That was the first time she struck someone in anger, and it felt good at the moment, but definitely bad afterwards. Even if she hadn’t hurt her wrist, she hurt her pride. She let him make her so mad that she resorted to putting her hands on someone. She didn’t like that about herself. And, it made it easier for her to be willing to put her hands on others, since then. Boxing helped, though. Punching a bag instead of punching people, whether or not they deserved it, kept her from punching her dad right in the chin any time that she saw him.

“Because, I’ve had to pull my girlfriend backstage for fighting customers,” Jasper answered simply.

“Wasn’t a fight. He grabbed me and I defended myself.”

“You broke a glass over his head. I’ve DROPPED those glasses, numerous times. Do you know the level of not with the shits you have to be to break one of those on a human being?” Jasper wondered.

“He had a thick skull,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not violent. I’m defensive. There’s a difference. Whenever I punched at Henry, it was a reflex to him grabbing me when I was trying to leave and was already pissed. I’ve only ever hit men who made me feel threatened or violated my space. They might rule this world, but I’m not a part of any man’s inheritance.”

Charlotte had a WHOLE regimen planned for the day. She had checked on the prices and made a checklist of what she was having done and they had decided that their chat could be held in the steam room. She and Jasper rode together, of course. He had his hair pulled up into a tiny bun that she kept snapping photos of and K(her)SL. Along with the stubble on his face, he looked so “Daddy,” and she lived for it, but that bun was SENDING her. 

The owner of the spa (the one with the history with Henry that he never quite acknowledged) made sure to be there herself to make sure that the group was treated fairly. Charlotte hoped to see some juicy backlash, but Henry was already there when she and Jasper came in, sweet-talking her. There were flowers there and a handwritten card. She was guessing that he apologized… She stopped Jasper and asked, “Is that Henry’s handwriting?” in a quiet voice.

“Girl, no. Henry has a pensman.”

“That’s not a real word.”

“Penman?”

“Somebody writes letters for Henry?”

“Whenever he wants to suck up extra hard. The dyslexia, you know, makes letters from him more heartfelt?”

“But, if he didn’t WRITE it himself, how is it heartfelt?”

“She doesn’t know he didn’t write it.” Charlotte started to put him on blast, but they needed to have the big conversation and she could always clarify with homegirl, later. There was no way that she was gonna just let that woman be played out by this boy again. 

Henry smiled at Charlotte and Jasper as they approached. “Look who it is! My favorite people!” He cheered and went to hug them. “Got you some flowers,” he said and handed each of them a yellow rose. 

Jasper forced a smile, but looked sad. Charlotte definitely noticed and wondered, “What’s wrong?” She was on the alert and ready to defend him, if need be. He gave her a kiss on the temple and whispered that he’d rather not get into it. “So, whenever Henry and I were… involved, if he did something mean or hurt me, he’d always apologize with yellow roses. He said yellow roses were for apologies to your friend, and since I’m his best friend, he never wanted to let any kinda problems go unchecked or any kind of hurt he caused me to go without apology… When I went to the hospital, he didn’t even come to see me, but he sent me six dozen yellow roses and I honestly thought that I’d never get another from him. I had a lot of feelings when he handed me a single…”*Starts crying and gets up.*

The spa owner got a whole bouquet of various apology flowers, but since they were having a spa day, Henry felt like single yellow roses were the way to go for his company. He knew that Jasper would get it, if nobody else did. Jasper seemed pretty emotional about it. Henry didn’t have the intuition to know whether it was good or bad. Charlotte had the intuition to know that it was a mixture of both, but she didn’t know the context and that irritated her.

Chloe and Bianca showed up, holding hands and laughing together. Chloe had on some open toe shoes and Charlotte looked down and asked, “Getting something done with those feet today?”

Chloe smiled awkwardly and laughed a little, “Should I?”

“It’s up to you,” Charlotte said, then unintentionally, but intentionally looked right at the camera as she tried to stifle a smile. “My mother used to tell me that I had to remember to moisturize so that I wouldn’t be ashy. I didn’t realize that Chloe needed to moisturize too.” 

Bianca said, “Oh, we should TOTALLY get our feet done!”

“I saw a foot mask made especially for crack repairs,” Charlotte suggested. Henry tried really hard to not laugh, realizing that even though her voice was very sweet, that was most likely shade. Chloe’s feet were looking kinda worn.

“Charlotte must have some kind of foot fetish or something. She was REALLY centered on my feet! What people don’t know is that I’m an athlete. I’ve been on multiple reality show challenges and have even won some seasons. So, yes, my feet are a little less feminine than the girl who can’t decide if she’s a singer or a scientist. I’ve actually gotta get out there and grind.”

“Would you like a naked steam room?” The owner asked. Henry looked around at his company. Bianca and Chloe looked down for it. Jasper didn’t seem to care (or maybe he didn’t hear. He was staring at his rose). Whenever Henry made eye contact with Charlotte, she had a raised eyebrow DARING him to say yes.

“I think we’ll be good in one with clothes?” He said, still looking at Charlotte to see if her face changed. She relaxed a little. 

“Robe sizes needed?” 

Charlotte snuggled up to Jasper and wondered, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” He looked up at her and smiled. She was a happy part of life. He didn’t need to dwell on the dark parts. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am now, versus how it could have been, how it used to be.”

She nodded, “Well, you won’t be able to bring that into the steam room. You wanna put it in a locker and I can maybe preserve the petals for you when we get home?”

“No,” he said and tossed it into the trash. “I don’t need to hang on to any of that.”

She didn’t know what any of that meant, but she wrapped her arm around him from the side and leaned up to make him bend down for a kiss. “Jasper threw my rose away. I didn’t know if that meant that he didn’t accept my apology or if it meant that there was nothing to be forgiven, but it hurt to see. But, Charlotte, she kissed hers and she put it away safely. I know that she’s probably gonna save the petals, like she used to… or I hope. I don’t have intuition, like I said. I’m guessing, here.”

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Charlotte kept her spa shoes on her feet, grateful to have them. Who knew what those roach stompers Chloe had might bring into the room with them? Jasper was sweating before they even got into the room. He and Charlotte sat next to each other, Bianca and Chloe sat across from them and Henry tried to figure out where he might be best seated… He decided across from Charlotte and Jasper, since they were what was really important to him and he wanted to look them in the eyes as they did… whatever would be done here today.

“Okay, so, thank you everybody for coming here today. I don’t want to ruin this place for you, so I sucked it up and apologized to the owner, even though most of that was all in her head. I just want everything out, like I told Jasper. I want to deal with it head on and show everyone that I have changed and I want to introduce you to who I am now. I want you to get to know me, today, as I am… But, I also understand that might not be possible without addressing the shit that I’ve done in the past, to everybody here, really. If anybody has any questions or comments, I am open for them.”

Charlotte looked at Jasper, “You wanna talk to him about something between the two of you?” Maybe, Jasper might open up now that they were having this time together. She knew that he wasn’t okay and all she wanted was for him to be better. This whole thing was more of Henry’s idea, she gathered, to curb his guilt, but if Jasper could benefit from it; she wanted that more than anything she wanted for herself. She must really love that dude, she realized.

Jasper cleared his throat and said, “I’m not that concerned with our past. It ended very miserably for me and I didn’t come here, today, or agree to the show to rehash any of that or relive it. But, I’ve been rehashing and reliving things, and you’ve seemed fine. If I want to know anything, it’s about right now. Right now, what is it that you want, Henry? Why are we all here?”

He said in a very low and soft voice, “I just want you two to love me again.” 

Jasper noticeably, immediately went soft and nodded his head. The answer was good enough for him. “What I think a lot of people don’t understand is that no matter WHAT happened between Henry and I, no matter how he hurt me or how I processed it; we were best friends for most of my life. My dad and his mom used to be super close and we were brought together before either of us were conscious about our surroundings.” *Tears up* “We were… soul mates. However you consider that to be. We were connected at the soul, like one person, for a huge portion of my life - my entire fucked up childhood, there was nobody that treated me better than Henry, and why wouldn’t I forgive him for mistakes that were made when we were young and he was already hurting? Nobody gets to control how I choose to respond with him reaching out and asking for my forgiveness. Maybe that’s stupid. Maybe it’s foolish, but how do you hate a part of yourself forever? Even the less shiny parts, you have to figure out a way to live with, and Henry has been a super shiny part and a super dark part of ME. Not just my life, but a part of me. I’ve carried him in my heart since before I knew what love was. Of course I could love him again. I do love him. I never stopped. I never would stop.”

Charlotte wasn’t as moved in the same direction as Jasper, and to be honest, in hindsight, they probably should have had separate conversations, because seeing Jasper just forgive him in his heart, while he might not have actually said it out loud… that made her heart harder. He noticed the darkening of her features as she glared in Henry’s direction and took her hand and kissed it, trying to smooth her over. Because him loving Henry didn’t take anything away from him loving her. He loved both of them for different reasons, in different ways and he never wanted to be apart from her, no matter what kind of love he had for anyone else. “What did you do to him, Henry? What would make this big hearted, kind spirited person who has always taken mistreatment from loved ones with a grain of salt… What would make him turn against you? I do some things that I’m not proud of to Jasper every single day and he still loves me. We watched his parents not give even pinches of fucks about him all throughout school, and he still loved them. We saw him idolize our boss, who wasn’t really that fond of him for many years, and he loved him… So my suspicious self, my smart self, I have to always wonder what in the world that you did to somebody that I LOVE, with most of my heart to make him not love you?”

“I didn’t stop loving him,” Jasper injected. She gently pulled her hand away. “I only say that to say… The things that you’re saying right now, they’re very triggering and just stirring things up and it's not really like that, so please…”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and nodded at him, empathetically. He took a deep breath and leaned back. “I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s okay, Babe.”

“Please, don’t do that. I hurt you and I don’t want you to just brush it off, like it didn’t happen. Everyone needs to be held accountable for what they do.”

“Every time somebody hurts someone, it isn’t necessarily on purpose. I think that intent matters,” Jasper said. “I love you, too. I don’t care if you hurt me, because I know that wasn’t your intent.”

“But, you’re still hurt.”

“And you feel remorse for that. Don’t beat yourself up.” He hugged her. She was soft, but she was still wondering, “Seriously, what did he do to my man to have him in the bad way that I’ve heard he was in after they broke up?”

Charlotte heard one of the other two girls mumble something and her head snapped in their direction so fast that they both startled. “Did you have something to add? To help out? He didn’t say anything about wanting your love, so what’s the tea? Why are YOU TWO here? Oh, yeah, to discuss your part in all the bullshit.”

Bianca cleared her throat and said, “I was simply saying that you two are so good together that I don’t know why you even care about what Henry wants, at this point.”

“I thought that me and Henry were good together at some point too, but you didn’t right? And that’s fine, you’re entitled to feel how you feel and do what you do. You’re grown, you were grown at the time, and you weren’t involved with me, so I never came at you or confronted you or anything like that. But you, both of you, came over to our place, smiled in my face, played nice with me, and both of you weren’t about shit, behind my back.”

Bianca scoffed a chuckle and said, “Well, we were all pretty young when all of that happened. I had recently learned that you were the one who initially suggested that Henry ask me out, and Chloe felt some kind of way about it…”

Chloe threw in, “Henry and I hadn’t officially broken up, but you were pretty accepting of another girl being brought into his life, back then.”

“GIRL! You are really here, sitting here telling me that the reason you were disrupting my love life was because of something that happened when we were in school?” Charlotte cackled, but there was a terrifying anger in it. “BITCH. PLEASE.”

“Well, today, it’s like 6 or 7 years since that happened and you’re still mad. For me, at the time, it had been maybe about the same amount of time, I was younger, and I thought that Henry had just moved on because of distance, when really, he moved on because you pressured him to move on. I wasn’t even mad that I had lost Henry, but when I found out, I was hurt about it, so I wasn’t that concerned about your relationship, just as you hadn’t been concerned about mine. We’re ALL older and wiser now and I’ve moved on.”

“You’ve moved on because you didn’t have something important taken from you. You had the chance to go be on TV or be with Henry and like any kid would, you went with TV. Henry had a crush on Bianca and I, as a friend, supported that. When you left, in my head, that was that. What you did to me, we were grown and Henry and I were in a REAL relationship. And to this day, I’ve never come at you about it or anything. So, for me to be trying to console Jasper, who was SUPPOSED to be your friend and for you two to be having a little side conversation, ah kee keeing and shit… Man, fuck y’all. Y’all are so fake. To this day. You’re both some fakes and Jasper deserves better friends.” Charlotte was fuming.

Henry finally spoke up and said, “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been airing out things to Bianca, but when that started, you and I were having some issues and I couldn’t talk to Jasper or any of our mutual friends about it, and I didn’t really have a lot of alternatives.”

“So, fuck me?” Charlotte asked and laughed sarcastically.

“At the time, I was worried that talking to you about it wouldn’t be received properly. So, I started talkin’ to Bianca, and a few things came out - that weren’t necessarily secrets, but stuff we had never talked about. I was actually speaking pretty generally about it all when I told her that you were the one that encouraged me to ask her out, and she told me that she’d kissed Kid Danger when we were together and I told her that wasn’t important anymore and we just were chilling and laughing and connecting. I didn’t expect it to turn emotional. I didn’t expect her to talk to Chloe about what she’d learned. Whenever Chloe asked me about it, I very nonchalantly told her the truth and it was years before, so like you said, we were kids, I didn’t think anything of it. But, I didn’t know that she felt hurt to find that out. Sometimes, we hold on to things that happen, not specifically because of that event or the person involved, but because of other things in our makeup.”

“Okay, but if she was still feeling a way, she could have said, ‘Hey Charlotte, I know this was a long time ago, but it’s fresh to me, because I just found out that you openly supported my first boyfriend moving on while I was away for a little while, and I’m having trouble feeling okay about that.’ We could’ve discussed it. Not… started a group chat with the two of you to fish for information about our problems and then deliberately try to drag me.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Chloe said.

“I read the entire thread. It took me hours, because it was months of inappropriate things. You started it off with a little disparaging joke about how you three could be the Charlotte is the Blame Club. Bianca had told you about my “prude problems,” and you wanted to let Hen know that you two were there for him, if he needed to blow off any steam. “Emphasis on blow, lol.” 

Chloe was speechless. She didn’t even remember most of that chat, but apparently it had mattered to Charlotte. 

Bianca said, “I promise, it was completely innocent, in the beginning. We thought it was kinda funny that you two dated so long and you didn’t do certain things for him.”

“It's nobody’s business what hangups that I have, but since everybody’s business is out right now, I will say this, I wasn’t able to slut around when I was young. My mother tried to be supportive of me being sexually aware, but long story short, she was very sexually wholesome and I didn’t do anything with anybody until Henry. So, yes, it took me a while to get into the habit of things. This boy didn’t even wash his legs whenever we got together, so no, as a science minded person who understands how germs 

work and shit, I didn’t wanna be doing a lot of risky stuff with him. And whenever I WOULD do something, I had to be sure everything was clean and clear and ready. Henry was the one who didn’t feel like “going through all of that for a BJ.’ Okay. That was his choice, just like it was my choice to not get ball sweat or ball hair anywhere near my face and mouth area! Maybe you’re fine with musty nuts in yours. I wasn’t. And that was MY. BUSINESS. With MY. BOYFRIEND. But, it's not your fault that he told you that. It WAS your fault that you shared it with Chloe, because if he wanted to share our business, okay, but why did you feel like you could share it?”

“Because I didn’t give a damn, Charlotte!” Bianca snapped. “I’m sorry that early college years, I didn’t care about privacy or things like that. It sounded like a scandal and it was humorous to me. I didn’t know that it would become what it became, which, even right now, wasn’t anything very important to me. It was a part of my life as a young adult. I’m sorry that it affected you like it did. I truly am. You seem like you were very kind to Henry and I feel like what we did made you less kind. I’m sorry that I helped you become this bitter person…”

“BITCH…” *Camera shakes and moves around through a lot of shuffling and winds up on Charlotte, getting tackled by the security* “This bitch got me injured. Couldn’t even angrily speak my mind without being seen as a threat.”

Jasper was pulling on the guard, “Get the fuck off of her! She didn’t DO anything!” Charlotte was screaming, in pain and Henry was signaling to cut the camera. The camera didn’t stop. They might need the footage. Chloe and Bianca had rushed to the other side of the sauna and Henry and Jasper were both fussing with the guard. “You get the fuck out, You’re fired. Hell no! You don’t get to grab her like that, are you serious?” 

“What is happening?” the owner of the spa asked from the doorway.

The guard said, “She was about to attack, and that’s where I have to step in. It’s my job.”

“SHE STOOD UP AND WALKED TOWARDS HER!” Henry yelled, at the same time Jasper yelled, “SHE DIDN’T EVEN TOUCH HER!” They were both yelling about how Charlotte sometimes gets in your face, but she wasn’t violent and threatening to press charges and insisting that he left immediately before he got his ass kicked. They heard Charlotte groaning and went to check on her. 

“I’m pretty sure he bruised my ribs,” she said crying. “Whenever the guard tackled Charlotte, everything happened so fast that I froze for a moment. But, when I snapped to… This motherfucker, a big grown man, had slammed my girlfriend onto a hard tile floor, crushing her and pinning her down in the process, and… I have never been more pissed in my entire goddamned life.”

“Whenever the person I hired tackled Charlotte for essentially standing up while angry, I felt responsible for that. She was hurt. It wasn’t as serious as it could’ve been, but he’s got size on her and the situation - you see a tiny woman, in a bathrobe, in a steam room approaching another woman, you can easily step in front of her and maybe ask her to step back. Tackling her was so unnecessary and infuriating.”

“I was in so much pain. I hit my tailbone on that tile, and my elbow. I bumped my head when I reflexively tried to get away and he slammed me back down telling me to hold still. If they show that footage, you’ll probably see my entire puss. He had me straddled, restrained and bruised me up pretty bad, including how hard he pinned me down. I looked like somebody beat the hell out of me and I felt like it. Because I dared to walk in a white girl’s direction while Black and pissed.” *Sighs hard and shakes her head.

Charlotte was hurt enough that she just wanted medical attention and didn’t care how that happened. Henry and Jasper took her to the ER and once she was treated, Henry insisted that she stay at the brownstone to recover. It had more room, and was more luxurious and she accepted. She was going to be resting and taking meds. Jasper collected her stuff from home to bring over. “You wanna stay? I have much more room than I need, or even two people,” Henry said.

“No. I’ll let you two try to work some things out while she heals. Maybe it can be a double healing. If she asks me to come to stay, then I’ll take you up on the offer. I think she’s just trying to process the attack by herself and I’m glad that you’re providing a safe space for her to do that.”

Henry nodded. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“I can’t believe that we didn’t kill him,” Jasper said. “But, then I’d be in prison and she’d still be injured.”

“Yeah, I might pay him a visit in the suit later. Asshole.”

Jasper nodded. “Well… I’ll have my phone right by me and on the loudest setting if she needs me. Take care of my bae.”

“I’ll take care of her like she’s mine.”

“Not… That much,” Jasper said and partially smiled. 

“We didn’t really finish the conversation…”

“We did. Sorry it didn’t happen how you hoped, but… I think she at least feels a little more trusting now. She’s staying here, isn’t she? Just… work with what you’ve got. I’d love for the two of you to patch things up. I miss the three of us.” Jasper and Henry hugged and Jasper left. 

Henry peeked in on Charlotte. She was passed out, asleep and medicated. Jasper had set her things in certain places that Henry was sure were how she must’ve liked them. Jasper was really good at stuff like that. “Sweet dreams, Char,” he softly told her.

“Night,” she said, mostly in her sleep.

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