#I SPEND ALMOST ONE SIM WEEK IN FOUND HER

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.103 Every day I'm hustlin'

For the next week, I hustled harder than ever. I went to every spa I knew of and taught 2-3 classes a day. I even went back to our gym in Willow Creek to see about teaching, but they had a full-time instructor. We were in no way hurting financially, but I hadn't worked since we got engaged. And honestly? My work activities slowed significantly when I moved in with Sophia. I wanted to spend time with her and be home when she arrived, but she got off work so early it just threw off my whole day. The money tree was in progress and my SimTube video was still doing great, so I didn't have to work so hard. But I felt compelled to, especially after our last conversation about the money tree and my family history. I had to ensure my family would be set up for success by doing any and everything I could while I had few obligations. I didn't enjoy getting home late and seeing my wife only a few hours a day, but I was willing to sacrifice for a short while.

One morning, I woke up and caught Sophia doing push-ups outside. When we chatted on Social Bunny back in the day, she always talked about how much she loved fitness, but I never saw evidence of that when I moved in. Her job sucked the life out of her, leaving her too physically and emotionally drained to do the things she loved. But she was free now and started prioritizing her health and wellness. Her delicious curves would start slowly disappearing, and I mourned my loss but took solace in knowing she'd be happier and healthier.

An idea fell on me, so I went outside to greet her.

"Good morning, my sweet."

I grabbed her hand and kissed it so over-the-top dramatic like they did in the old movies.

"You're awfully romantic this morning!"

That was a new one. I never saw myself as a romantic.

"I'm going to teach at the Desert Bloom Resort today. Would you like to come?"

"Really? You want me there?"

I chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know... Some sims get nervous about friends and loved ones seeing them in action."

"Oh. Well, that's definitely not me, seeing as I used my friends and family to get started."

"Okay then! Let me text Rashidah. She was gonna come by this afternoon, but I'll tell her to come later."

We ate, got dressed, and headed to the spa. The class was almost full, which made me happy, but I never had so many sims unwilling to try. Like, I knew everyone came with varying levels of fitness, and I never did complicated routines because of that. Alternate poses existed for that very reason, but half of my class just stood there. Why pay and not participate? It must be nice to have money to waste.

Sophia had taken a mat in the back, so I couldn't see her very well. But every time I caught a glimpse of her, she struggled. By the end of class, she looked miserable.

"Everything hurts," she said. "I pulled muscles I didn't even know I had!"

I didn't enjoy seeing her miserable, but her talking about muscles she didn't know she had made me chuckle a little. I knew just the thing to cheer her up.

"Come with me."

I led her upstairs to the massage rooms and found a masseuse who wasn't busy.

"Hi," I said.

"Oh, hey. You're the yoga guy, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Luca. This is my wife, Sophia. Would you mind if I borrowed your table? I'll pay if-"

"Have at it, bro. I get paid the hour. But if you don't mind, I'm gonna stay in the room. Can't let them see me slacking, ya know?"

"Sophia? Do you mind if she stays?"

"Not at all! This is so exciting and romantical!"

She changed into a towel and hopped on the table, and I attempted to melt away her pain.

I wondered why she thought it was romantic, though. Was it because of her history? Or was it mine? I had an unused skill, and my wife had a need. Was being a good husband romantic? Regardless, I was glad she enjoyed the massage. Too bad weren't alone, though. I could have massaged everything and made sure she had a very happy ending. But I behaved, and Sophia left feeling much better. Maybe I should get a table for the new house....

She wanted to check out the rest of the facility as she'd never been before, so I went downstairs to the gym. The punching bag made me remember me, Maia, and Dub's debate about the best exercise, and I told him I gained all my muscle from yoga, never lifting weights or punching a bag. I went a few rounds, and it was honestly kind of fun. I let out steam I didn't know I had and felt my muscles engaging and contracting so much I knew if I kept it up I'd be walking around looking like Llama Man. No disrespect to him, but the superhero look was not for me. The weights and punching bag would have to remain an occasional activity.

Rashidah came by later, just like Sophia said. I didn't want to be rude and ignore her, but I also didn't want to be all up in their business, so I stayed and chatted with them for a little while before excusing myself. It occurred to me I hadn't checked on the money tree in a while, so I hurried outside to see if it was okay.

Good thing I caught it when I did because it was full of weeds, and the leaves had withered. The soil was still pretty damp from my initial watering, so I guess the weeds were choking it out. I never aspired to be a gardener. Apart from Mama making me water and weed her soy plants, I didn't know a thing about it or care. But my family's future now required me to get on board. Luckily, I only had one tree to tend, not an entire garden. I could manage that for a lifetime of financial freedom.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #rashidah watson

[hauntedfoxhut]

Insomniac!Miles Morales x streamer!F!reader

Pronouns: She/her

You as a simple streamer meet the cutest boy in Brooklyn, Miles Morales son of Rio Morales and Jeff Davis, you had meet a couple of times, randomly bumping on the street, neighborhood parties and once time in particular when you found him with a black eye and a bloody nose, so you helped him, after that you became great friends, but you started to fall for him.

English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any writing mistake, hope you enjoy this one shot🫶🏻

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood citation, curse words and mention of death

The rest is pure romance

Dialogue colors

Y/N-blue

Miles-red

NY City, Brooklin, Y/N apartment, 02:30am

The live was doing great, I decided to play the sims, a simple challenge, now I just got 4 more subscribers, that really helps a lot, they literally pay my bills, I was planning to cook the dinner but I just decide to buy some sushi, I drank a dr. Pepper, totally healthy.

“ Well guys, thank you for your time, today we ended a bit late but I hope you all enjoyed the live, I’ll cut and post on YouTube for those who missed some parts, bye bye see you next live” I send a kiss to the webcam, and then… it’s over, I needed to stop that live, staying awake till late it’s not good, drinking monster all day, eating junk food, when was the last time that I felt the sunlight, I’m living a bat…

*knock…knock…*

“What the fuck??” I spin the gamer chair to the window, I saw Miles, i get up and open the window for him, the cold wind from the winter entered your bedroom giving you chills.

“Hey mami how you doing?” He hugs you tight, lifting you up and taking your feet off the ground, he simply ignored the cold wind coming from the outside, “Mileees the window!!” “Sorry Y/N” he instantly let your feet reach the ground again and turned back to close that window closing the curtains too, when you focused on his face his nose was bleeding and his right cheek was red almost purple, and he realized that you noticed, he just hide his face under his hands.

“Again Miles? Really? How? What’s the story for today?” “I… got into a fight, with a jock but I…” “I got punched and I fell downstairs, same story from last week so don’t lie to me” “can we just ignore this” he points to his face “ I came here just to forget about all that stuff”

He just lay on my bed, taking deep breaths, he’s been passing through a hard time after loosing his father, getting into fights in school, moving to Harlem now all we got is a couple of hours together once or twice a week, I seat near to him, putting my hand on his head, I start to caress his hair, which was very short making he looks so cute. “You know that you can always count with me right? I’m here for you, ever since the day that we bumped near to the Central Park because I was running to get that dog” “I remember that you started crying because the dog stole your bracelet, was funny” he chuckles “No it wasn’t! I was so sad that day and that dog just made it worse” “I miss you, a lot, all that shit that’s been happening is making me mad, I’m sorry for leaving you, I just couldn’t leave my mom alone”

His eyes, are just like a window to his soul in pain, pure sorrow, I lay on his side holding him to cuddle, my heart beating faster, being near to him like this is good but it still make me blush, “I wish I could have you near me, now I’m feeling lonely at Harlem, you can spend a week there, my mom wouldn’t mind” “Miles i would love it… but…” “but ?” “ never mind haha, I’m free next week, I would love to spend the week with you”

He hug me back and now we’re laying face to face, I only can stare at his lips and same for Miles he just been staring my lips for almost 2 minutes straight, his hand holding my cheek, he looks so hypnotizing, I’m lost in his face, I can only feel his hand is on my cheek, now he’s approaching, so close, so so close, he kiss me, a soft and simple kiss but very meaningful, I just kiss him back, the butterflies on my stomach, “can I stay? It’s too late and I miss you so much” his puppy eyes, staring at me, I can’t resist, “of course you can” “can I sleep with you?” That question caught me off guard, now im the one who hide the face under my hands but his hand that’s on my cheeks try to take my hands off, “c’mon it’s not the first time that we slept together, why are you so awkward about it?” When your face is not covered anymore you can see a slight blush in his cheeks, “I just… like you, that’s why I came here, I was planning to text you but that would be so dishonest, I needed to do it face to face” “Miles just shut up” I instantly kiss him, softly holding his cheeks that are a bit warm, at first he got shocked but one second later he just kiss me back.

We stopped the kiss because we needed to breath, now his hands are around my hips, making imaginary circles with the fingers, “so mister Morales, may you please let me get up so I can get a blanket for us?” “Of course you can my pretty girlfriend” “girlfriend?” I can’t hide that little smile in my face, I’m feeling so happy right now, but I still tired needing to sleep, so yeah, I just loved the idea of sleeping with him. “Yup, girlfriend, or do you want a nickname like, mi vida, cariño, Hermosa, honey, you can choose.” I yawned feeling my eyes getting heavier, “can I choose one later I just want to sleep right now…. Get the blanket please” I can badly keep my eyes open, he kiss my forehead and leave the bed to get the huge blanket in the closet, he come back to the bed and when he realized you’re sleeping, a little shrunk because of the cold, but tight on sight he covered you with warm blanket and sneaking to sleep with you.

That night you sleep so well after almost a week of bad sleep, he made me relax, holding my body with his big hands and long arms, making me fell safe, now that I’m dating him I already have everything that I need, but now I’ll have to move to the Harlem to live near to him.

Translations

Mi vida- my life

Cariño- dear

Hermosa -beautiful

#insomniac spider man #miles morales ps5 #miles morales one shot #miles morales x reader #miles morales x fem!reader #miles morales fluff #miles morales my love #miles morales x female reader #cute #haunted fox hut #headcanon #miles morales #one shot #spider man #spider man miles morales #spider man across the spider verse #spider man into the spider verse #smatsv #my wrtitng #fanservice #open inbox

[arikaluvss]

-(OT7) How bf!Enha met their s/o-

Parings: Bf!Enha x fem!reader, bf!Enha x afab!reader Genre: fluff, established relationship (???) Warnings: none! just a full fluff

-> Lee Heeseung !! He met you in a dating app (well I guess you could tell it was an ldr??) You and Heeseung haven't met personally, so after a year 'n a half on the long distance relationship, he wanted to meet up and you agreed since you also wanted to meet him. The day of meeting up you got dressed nicely and went to the airport waiting for him, while you were waiting someone suddenly back hugged you, you turned around immediately and saw Heeseung infront of you smiling ''Hi my love'' You tackled him to a big hug and look up at him since he's taller than you. ''wow..your really here now..You look more handsome in person, love'' you said while touching his face softly because you couldn't believe it, the love of you life is right Infront of you right now. ''I'm here now my love..I will spend every single second of my life beside you, forever''

-> Park Jongseong !! You met Jay in a photoshoot you had for Prada (HEAR ME OUT. I feel like jay would fit in a model au smthg) You we're almost done with you photoshoot but Jay approached you, ''Hi Y/N..I was wondering if I could get your number? I want to be friends with you, you did a great job earlier too!'' you eventually gave your phone number since why not? Then the next day he would text you asking you too meet up and ofc you agreed after that you both would go on multiple ''friend'' dates, you started developing feelings for him, I mean who wouldn't? he's an absolute husband material. After a couple of months of the continues dates, he confessed his feelings and you reciprocate his feelings. You both started Dating after that, I could imagine him taking you out on a fancy restaurant. Would not hesitate to announce his relationship with you on his socials.

-> Sim Jaeyun !! You both met through your brother, Jake was your brother's bestfriend. (I had no ideas left huhu I wrote sun,hoon and jake last) Your brother needed to go travel to another country for business purposes and needed someone to look after you, so he called his bestfriend; Jake, to look after you for a week, Honestly for your case you were happy since you like Jake, He was a big tease and would flirt with you any chance you get since he just loves seeing you flustered (he likes you btw !!) you both go on friendly dates and after that your feelings started growing more and more each day. One day he left a note on the table saying that you to meet him at a restaurant and to dress nicely, after you read it you immediately dressed up and rush to go to the restaurant only to see him at the table with flowers in his hands and he confessed his feelings to you, asking if he can court you, You were surprised but happy. After a few months you finally decide to answer him and make him your boyfriend.

-> Park Sunghoon !! (this one is a bit long than the others!) You both met at the ice rink. (actually this one is quite cliché but idcidc) Sunghoon brought his little sister to the ice rink, while they were ice skating. He needed to buy something so he left his sister there for awhile, but then his little sister was confused were he went or where he is, she looked at the whole area but sunghoon wasn't there, so she started crying then you saw sunghoon's sister crying sitting on the ice and you approached her, ''hi..im Y/N, why are you crying..?'' the little girl explained that she cant find her brother so you helped her find her brother andd after a bit you both found sunghoon waiting in line for something, the little girl ran to him immediately hugging him ''Sorry sis..I forgot to tell you..Thank you for helping her..Ms Y/N'' after that you would see the both of them almost everyday in malls, parks and restaurants, one day when you saw them again in the mall sunghoon approached you and asked for your number, ofc you gave it, the next day he would text you and asking if you would want to go on a ''friend'' date with him, months past by and finally he confessed to you.

-> Kim Sunoo !! You both met through a mutual friend! Your friend, Wonyoung introduced Sunoo to you, in a party. You and Sunoo got along with each other instantly, (+Wonyoung introduced sunoo to you because sunoo had a crush on you since highschool and wanted to talk to you but he was shy so when he knew wonyoung was your bestfriend he begged for her to help him get closer to you) after that day you both would talk more, you both decided to be seatmates, eat together at lunch time in school. Sunoo flirts with you sometimes and you would get shy everytime, He takes you out everyday and always sends small gifts, you were developing feelings for sunoo, every night you would look at you and sunoo's picture together and smiling nonstop. Eventually you confessed to him and you both started dating after!

-> Yang Jungwon !! You met Jungwon in a Cafe where you work at (ORR it could be at the garden!!! I can make a separate one! i just feel like it suits him ykk) Jungwon was popular in your neighborhood because he was handsome and cute, but he studies in an all boys school so girls cant see him much, well as for you, you don't focus on that stuff, you focus more on studies so you don't really know about this ''jungwon'' guy, One day when you we're working, screams were heard from outside, you look up to see a young, handsome and cute guy, you immediately fell in love (love at first sight ?? OKAYY I'm not saying anymore!! I'm actually making this a smau orr!! written, I'll post spoilers soo please look out for it !! <3)

-> Nishimura Ni-ki !! You both met in a gaming cafe !! You two was teammates in a match (you saw his user in his screen soo, he also knows) You and Ni-ki was well known for being the best players in valorant, you actually wanted to talk with him and possibly play with him but you were having second thoughts but now was the perfect time, after that match ended, you nudged ni-ki and told him how amazing he was in playing, and praised him for his skills, Ni-ki also compliments you for your skills and asked if you both can be mutuals, since he wanted to play more with you. You immediately said yes and gave him your number. You and ni-ki would always talk nonstop and playing, After a few months you both started dating.

© arikaluvss

#arikatalks #arikawrites! #jungwon x reader #jungwon smau #heeseung x reader #heeseung smau #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smau #sunoo smau #sunoo x reader #jake x reader #jake smau #jay x reader #jay smau #ni-ki x reader #ni-ki smau #enhypen x reader

[yanderes-galore]

Hi!! Can i pls have some senpai from fnf? Hes my boy

Sure, first FNF thing I wrote.

Yandere! Senpai Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Threats, Forced into a role, Self aware game/Possessed game, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

Senpai is a program who is initially very polite and calm to those he likes.

He has a short temper but you probably won’t be affected by it unless you get him angry.

Based on how fast Senpai falls for Girlfriend in the game, he probably would act similar to a darling.

This is because he is a dating sim character, his main goal is to be perfect and win over the player’s heart.

Perhaps you knew Girlfriend and asked to borrow a game from her.

Sadly, you’re passed the very much haunted dating sim and have no idea what you’re in for. 

Senpai is self-aware, that much is known due to being a spirit in a game.

He’d sense a new player playing the game and find some interest.

He remembers when Girlfriend used to play his game all the time.

Which means he’s surprised when he finds you, a fresh new face playing the game.

An attractive new face, too….

Senpai’s obsession would silently brew as you play his game.

You look for every route, every little option, you must be really focused on finishing this game if you’re going to comb through everything.

He admires your dedication.

He just wishes you’d spend ALL of your attention on him….

Senpai is meant to be a generic pretty boy with a nasty personality.

Jealousy and possessive behavior pools within him easily when he sees you.

You even see him start altering the game to gain more attention from you.

He does all the classic self-aware possessed game stuff, changing dialogue and seems to be talking directly to you.

Glitches appear out of nowhere and it's all just… eerie.

He’d wait a while before dragging you into the game forcefully.

Usually he’ll deal with just watching you play over and over again.

The feeling of you winning his heart is almost euphoric each time you do it.

Even if you’re literally playing with his emotions, he doesn’t mind.

Any kind of attention from you works as of now.

Then he overhears you calling Girlfriend, the original owner of the game.

“Yeah, I’m almost done with it. I was hoping to bring it back sometime this week.”

‘Bring it back’?

You can’t possibly mean…

Oh you do mean him…

… How dare you.

HOW DARE YOU PLAY WITH HIS HEART LIKE THAT THEN LEAVE.

Is he not GOOD enough for you?

Impossible!

He’s meant to be PERFECT for you!

You’re being ungrateful, did you really think he’s just let you leave like that?

No… no he won’t.

This is what causes Senpai to drag you into the game, into a role he picked out for you.

You’ll be the main character!

While he’ll be the love interest… the ONLY love interest.

He seems like, based on what his week is based on, to be the generic yandere trope.

You know, the classic.

The scholar who obsesses over another student and stalks them, takes pictures, kills people?

That one. He's like that one.

Unlike most of the other yanderes I write, who differ from the usual yandere persona.

Senpai is exactly like it.

Despite his name, he acts more like a yandere than your typical senpai/darling trope in this.

It’s funny, honestly.

Once Senpai pulls you into the game, you’re forced into your role and play your part.

He doesn’t care if you fight it.

It’s where you’re meant to be if you were planning on giving his game away.

He blames you for the situation all the time.

He’s the classic toxic individual who acts all nice but is actually vile.

He doesn’t mind staying in the game as long as there is company. 

As long as you’re here with him, he’s happy.

Soon you’ll stop complaining and listen to him.

He knows you’ll enjoy the role, it’ll be just like it was when you were outside the game.

Just a bit more… real.

He can touch you now, you can FEEL his love.

Aren’t you happy?

You found your one true love!

So stop crying and embrace him, damn you!

#yandere friday night funkin #yandere senpai #yandere fnf senpai

[amethystamanda]

Week 1 Report

Identification scanned. System access granted to Qhesreia Aryasha of the Sixami Exploration Corps.

Daily reports compiled and attached for review by the Council.

Day 1, Sunday on the sims calendar:

I have secured housing in this sim land I have been left in. It required nearly all of the simoleons I was provided with. It is very brown.

I have secured employment suited to this locale. I have become what they call an actress. I have my first audition tomorrow. I have practiced the skill required.

I have met a neighbour, Venessa Jeong. She is also an actress. She is neat, cheerful, and ambitious. She is single with no children. A potential breeding partner.

Day 2, Monday on the sims calendar:

Some random sim shoved a brand new pair of earbuds at me and refused to take them back? Have we ever learned the purpose behind this? Is it a means of tracking us?

I regret to report that I failed my audition. Maybe I was too purple, maybe I'm just not accustomed to human expectations. I accept the judgment of the Council.

I have another audition scheduled for tomorrow evening. If I also fail that, I will consider alternative income sources.

Venessa has requested to stay at my house for a few days. This could be promising.

Day 3, Wednesday on the sims calendar:

A vampire visited last night. I was not impressed.

Venessa is only interested in masculine sims. This is disappointing. I will select a different breeding partner.

I attended GeekCon (a sim festival) in hopes of finding someone, but nearly everyone is costumed. I cannot judge their suitability if I cannot inspect them.

A sim called me and told me that I had inherited simoleons? When I asked who they were referring to, they just gave it to me and wouldn't take it back? Sims are very strange.

I succeeded at the second audition. I go to work in two days.

I don't know who made the decision to abduct Venessa while she was staying at my house, but I am not impressed! This is a security risk if sims start investigating!

A sim named Raj Rasoya invited me to spend time with him. He is a possible breeding partner, so I accepted. He vanished almost immediately. I do not have much hope for him.

This is more difficult than I thought it would be, but with your support and leadership, Councillors, I will prevail.

Day 4, Thursday on the sim calendar:

The pollinator did not even manage to pollinate Venessa. It was not worth the risk, and there was no benefit.

At the acting job, one of the producers, Krista Lewandowski, immediately asks to be physically intimate. Possibly something will come of that?

I have attached the feedback I received from the talent agency. I have been promoted. I look forward to a time when I have enough recognition for a superior talent agency.

My next audition is in two days.

Day 5, Friday on the sims calendar:

I asked Krista on a 'date' to better assess her suitability. She proposed marriage (lifetime romantic partnership). I saw no reason to say no, since the proposal isn't the actual marriage (there are legal forms to sign) and the 'engagement' (agreement to marriage) can be cancelled. She's the most promising breeding partner I've found so far and I cannot afford to lose track of her.

Krista is a herbalist and a technophobe. While not ideal, she will likely not pry into our affairs. A more complete report will follow when my inspection is complete.

I was invited to join a club called the 'Good Timers.' I am not fully informed about the details, but in case Krista does not work out, it could be useful. It also looks positive to join a human organization.

Week Summary: Despite setbacks, I have aquired an acceptable income source, a breeding partner, and a human social circle.

End of weekly report. Report submitted by Qhesreia Aryasha to Sixami Royal Council at the end of the fifth day. Weekly orders received: The Sixami Royal Council requires a more detailed report. Take photos of your life every day for 7 days.

(Featuring Holographic Computer by @hamsterbellbelle https://hamsterbellbelle.tumblr.com/post/698652895159140352/holographic-computer-download-alt-download-2)

#alien invasion challenge #gameplay #aliens #Qhesreia #ts4 alien gameplay #week 1 #hamsterbellbelle

[sardonic-simmerk]

Hi all!! I wanted to give you guys some background to Phoebe and Collins just in case you were wondering because I just jumped into their life on tumblr (I had been sharing snippets on Twitter before). So here it is!:

Phoebe and Collins’ LP is called:

Chasing Happiness

Originally Phoebe (for me) was just going to try to navigate life coming from the big city and moving to the country (Henford) after her father died. I gave Phoebe the Materialistic and Snob traits for her to “grow out of” (I know you can’t grow out of traits) since she was used to a big life, not a tiny cottage with chickens in her back yard.

Collins is from another family I had been playing with for a very long time and so I got to thinking that maybe I could have Phoebe and Collins get together to keep the generation going because I’ve never done that in the sims. I get bored easily but I feel very determined to see where this goes and I’m going to stay as motivated as possible lol.

Collins comes from a teen mom who did very well in providing for him while still in high school. His father died a few days after he was born unfortunately and it broke his mother’s heart. They were soulmates. But she eventually found love in another man (for a while) and Collins finally had a proper father figure and things were good. They moved into a bigger house, his mom had more kids after getting divorced from his stepdad (he cheated), Collins got addicted to weed and had to go to rehab… twice, him and his girlfriend broke up because they grew apart during his addiction and life seemed to have no real meaning to him anymore. Until he met Phoebe.

He did not like her at first! He immediately saw her snobbiness and was a bit put off during their first interaction. Then they kept running into each other at school even though they were in separate classes and as they interacted more and more, he saw a sweet side to her. Sweet, sometimes a bit anxious although she also exuded confidence, and somewhat of a genius in her own way. He started to grow a true affection towards her and went out of his way a few times just to bump into her to have a conversation. She had him interested after a while.

On the other hand, Collins immediately beguiled Phoebe. Her heart rate always rose when he was around and at some point she knew she had to get him to feel the same. Sure she had just broke up with her ex-boyfriend before moving to Henford, but no other guy had ever made Phoebe feel the way she felt when she first met Collins. So she staged some run ins in the hallways. Always made it seem like it was an accident and always made sure to end up with a conversation. Almost every day for a few weeks until she finally racked up enough courage to ask the dude out. But he surprisingly said yes.

And they had a great date:

Then Collins asked Phoebe (sheepishly) to homecoming. He was so nervous, but she turned out to be ecstatic at his poorly decorated poster board. Homecoming is where they had their first kiss of many and from then on Collins was fully hooked.

They hung out a few more times. He even met her mom one day she invited him over for dinner. He doesn’t think she likes him very much. (She doesn’t)

Collins decided to ask Phoebe to be his girlfriend in a way he knew she would appreciate. He took her to the fanciest restaurant in town and it made him happy to see her smiling so big when he pulled into the parking lot. He knew she was a flashy kind of girl, but he didn’t mind it because she was kind. She said yes to being his girlfriend of course.

They went out almost every week and really enjoyed each other’s company. For Phoebe, he made her day to day life not suck and added a bright side to moving. For Collins, she made him feel whole with her laughter and passion for everything. He soon started seeing her as a girl he’d like to spend the rest of his life with. They even made it to the matching Christmas pjs stage!

And now you’re all caught up! I’ll do my best to keep this story organized and easily recognizable if any body is keeping up with it!

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(Yeah I play the sims… you’re telling me YOU don’t??)

Thanks for any comments!! 🫶🏾 let me know what’s up 💭

#black sims 4 #urban sims #ts4 simblr #romance #the sims 4 #the sims gameplay #the sims gallery #sims cc #maxis match #sims lets play #Chasing Happiness LP #Chasing Happiness RP #poc simmer #diverse sims #sims love #sims lp #show us your sims #urban let’s play sims #black let’s play #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 generations

[imnotgoinganywhereok]

Okay, I’m gonna post this on Monday too because it’s almost hilarious how a semester in my game lasts only one week and it looks as if you’re getting live updates on the sisters after each semester. I mean, I didn’t make it up buuut since it’s already here...

This post is more focused on the social life - more so than the previous ones. Firstly, I should say that I didn’t plan for any of the sisters to have a partner because it didn’t fit them, and you won’t believe what happened. Remember this black-haired fool from the previous post who liked to study with the girls so much? He played a serenade for Blanka in her room when she was writing an assignment. I mean, look at her face there!! How could I say no to such a bold move - especially since it was absolutely not initiated by me? So, meet Blanka’s new boyfriend Miłosz Piskorz. It’s extra funny when you analyse his name. Plus, he’s Hot-headed - a perfect pair for a Mean girl. Bad people are just teaming up at this point, ahaha!!

Debora, on the other hand, just spends her days exercising, hanging around the campus, and sometimes showing off her skills in public. That UBrite statue is such a cool place to be around, after all. I recently found out that Sims can buy these balls and kick them around and the game will keep track of the record!! Debora’s highest record is 112, which I find very impressive. When it comes to Gizela, she’s just getting a small taste of her own drama. She kept spraying the poor Lobster Larry with stinky spray, now other students are giving her a taste of her own medicine. And they know I’m watching!! It’s always so funny when Sims turn around and look at you - I loved that in Sims 2.

And on that note, I’ll end this post. Not a whole lot happened but it was still fun. Next week the sisters will graduate and finish their adventure with university. And just like me, they’ll soon look for a job they studied for, and they’ll enjoy the privilege of starting on a very high position. Can’t wait!!

P.S. Calmed down a bit after grading the tests and some students seem to have understood their mistakes after we went through the test during class. Let’s hope the ones who’ll try to get a better grade succeed!!

#the sims 4 #discover university

[afr0-thunder]

[Poor Chronicles Pt. 35]

Topics: Weed/SEXI (update)/LOML (update)/Trolling/SIM Card Troubleshooting/Photography/Work (Hours)/Work (Social)/Girls/I Remembered…?/Reply, Read or Delivered (RRD)

I finally went to the dealer at the other location. Needless to say, will not be doing that…again. He wasn’t even the guy I looked for, just one of them. Still was the first though. I found my dealer … $100 later. I told him, he had missed out on $100 worth of my money. RIDICULOUS! While I was leaving yesterday, after I dropped my weed. Called me “Whiteboy!”. I almost said, “So you gone bitch me in front of yo friends? IIGHT!”. I considered getting a new dealer. I considered going the fuck off. I needed a solution for being called caucasian. My pet peeve. The disrespect was sky high. Is it this hard to identify light skinned African Americans? This dude’s from my part of the hood too. So confused. Weed, still, unfortunately, will be playing a larger role in my expenses going forward (I presume).

No updates from SEXI, I presume she’s dead.

The LOML left me on delivered. About my 4th DM in 2 weeks.

Still trolling the bad bitches of TikTok (with a fat ass). The jokes are now relative to having a fat ass. Still harassing the girl with 1000s of followers about talking to other dudes.

My SIM card was actually the issue. I had to spend $11 on that shit. It was not the phone at all. Compatibility issue and whatever else was fucked up. I also paid my bill. I keep receiving texts about payment today, so I’m getting frustrated about where my money went. Instinctively, I was going to pay online, at first. I will wait until the night hits to decide whether or not this will become an issue. I considered going in to see today, but I shall wait until midnight. I have wet the receipt, so it has been thrown out and I’m not sure how I will confirm this payment/purchase because it is not showing up on my account. Was not an AutoPay payment though, so we shall see.

I finally got around to the pictures, they came out just as I had wanted them. Look forward to taking more.

The other location I started at is going well. Two days in a row I was asked to leave early. Good for going home to smoke, but incredibly upset (about leaving, as I informed them). I was intended to be back tomorrow, but will be at my regular location instead. No issues, just extremely unexpected.

My head coach randomly starts becoming condescending and angry. I’m starting to think, “BITCH DO YOU WANT ME TO QUIT!?”

I went to my original location assignment after both days for my chicken salad. Told one of the managers that it’s better, here. The tall girl with the fat ass was there. Sadly, she works next on my off day. Cutie. Peeped she had some great titties yesterday too. Caught me off guard on every occasion. Now I have to fuck her. I’m not sure if I like tall white girls, black girls or short white girls with a fat ass. Crippling thoughts. Maybe just all.

Remembered this girl from college (second one). Bitch disgusts me, is annoying and most importantly is racist as fuck. I hate this bitch and her big titties. I said I’d never fuck her. She fucked this one dude I was friends with and dated the other. Now, I thought they were dumbasses for getting played by this one bitch (they called me after), but now I’m going to be dumb with them. This bitch makes me want to throw up on myself and I still want to fuck her. Damn…bitch got game…

Still playing goalie at your dream girl’s DMs. I’m like the 2010s Chicago Blackhawks bitch. Messaged this one girl from high school. STUPID fat ass and big titties. Guaranteed quarter finalist in girls I’d still fuck in any bracket.

Messaged these two married bitches. One to let her know she’s not taking our relationship seriously and the other to know she was thick (in her wedding photos). Damn, the 20+ers are going in on marriage and engagements. You bitches don’t cheat anymore?

- MH (2023)

[12/12/2023 - 6:22PM]

Dolphins lost to Titans. Chiefs lost to Bills. Jaguars lost. Browns still in it. Ravens on top, it’s looking like. Texans?

Eagles lost BAD to 49ers AND Cowboys. Terrible for the best record and a few next bests. Still very good playoff potential (preparation against best opponents). Lions? Tough loss to the Bears. I just told my African American manager he could relaunch from where his high school football career went wrong and play for the Bears. We have a wide receiver with 1000+ yards and 6 TDs and we don’t even have 5 wins. Well now we do and beat one of the best teams. He also did returns as well for special teams. He may be on my shitlist, but I really think he could do this (unfortunately). He actually has several talents. Is just an asshole. Acting and/or comedy would be his next best options for success. Unfortunately, people think I’m joking when I suggest these things.

Oh, and Florida State. Might be #4, but better than being Alabama and not in it. People were scaring the shit out of me with the post game day ranking updates. Temporary, but they’re still in it. Ohio State, Alabama & Texas were upsets with those losses, still. I still believe the lower rankings in the Top 25 should be able to knock off #1.

#personal #poor chronicles #poor #poverty #life #lesson #life lesson #life lessons #guidance #struggle #chicago #2023 #LilMark #PUNKAssMark #afr0-thunder

[voyeuristicvixen]

Capt’s Log No. 41_ FrEeEeEEe

Meroe’s Juneteenth Jam was a great success! Lots of people came out and enjoyed the festivities and all the performances were so inspiring! One day we had 100+ people touching down on the sim and at the end of the event, Strawberry Linden herself came through, it was a highlight of my whole SL experience not gunna lie. Strawberry is a humble and gracious person and Secondlife featured our event on their socials the next day. It was all just really fun and it also happened to be my first time helping to plan and execute an event for the museum in my pops Ras’s absence. It felt really good to know I made him proud. .

H.E.R performed! I absolutely love the messaging in her songs, it was the perfect way to open up the festival and to solidify the vibes of Meroe moving forward. Juneteenth is not a holiday that my pops, or I, celebrate like that... for us, the movement is a constant endeavor. We dont stop with juneteenth in the unifying of our people and diaspora, or in the upliftment and teachings. Its something that has to continue until we are truly free in mind and spirit. We are almost there! But there is still a ways to go.

Father’s day was a difficult day for Yemi and I, her dad has not been able to get online and I honestly didn’t feel or think he would care anymore about us or her. We talked today though and are friends so when he gets back on the grid, he will spend time with her. He said she will always be his daughter. That made me feel good, I told him that now Yemi feels more like mine than before because we get to spend more one on one time together. Lol But shes still a daddy’s girl at heart.

We still in our pink lady era though, I feel like since I lost my old IG page and went through the break up with Wav, people who were following our work and union have since been on different vibes with me. LMAO. I resonate with the pink ladies because they have rumors spread about them and reputations that are controversial or tarnished in some way by the general public and yet they give no fucks and they continue to do what they do regardless. Thats how I feel. People will talk and say whatever they want, FUCKEM.

We got a new dog, Orion! It took me forever to settle on a pupper that fit me and finally found this guy. My first choice was so opposite him, was a doberman! But I love Orion’s personality! It shines through more than any of the other pets I saw in the RezzRoom!

I usually write my little caption paragraphs under the photos and I realize these have all been above. I wonder which flows better. So I got accepted as a Secondlife Mentor! \o/ I literally signed up as soon as I saw the flyer I wasted NO TIME. Its something I was already doing on my free time anyway, so to be official with the tag and training it means so much to me, manifested that shit!

Last week I also got to witness my first probate, I have never been to one before and I know so little about SL greek life. It is a whole other world to me. I like how they raise money for RL causes. I think that is really dope and powerful thing that a virtual roleplay organization can still create real life change through their endeavors. It was such a honor to be asked by Gigi to witness that momentus occasion in her SL journey.

I legitly cried IRL. Anything that has to do with sisterhood, it hits home for me and triggers me deeply. I wish that someday I can be apart of that but I wont hold my breath! lol

I think its really cool that I am suddenly apart of a SL family, we’re so chill laid back and unofficial with how we do things. We dont all have to share the same last name we just uplift and support one another. I got my pops and my brother and my mama bear, DONT MESS WITH US!

The closing ceremony of juneteenth featured this great “Enter the diaspora” exhibit which is still up and you should go see it this week! This was curated by Valentine and she did an amazing job on it! I ended up DJing the party, and it gave me a chance to get in some much needed practice. I look forward to collabing with Jamrock and building up the mystory connections to its best!

The theme was comics, black and queer. I dressed as Nubia! Did you know that Nubia is a lesbian? I did not know that till I came to this exhibit. Theres so many hidden gems here!

Storm block the wind so I can light my joint! XD

#secondlife #secondlifeblog #secondlifeblogger #blackgirlbloggers #blog #secondlifephotography #second life roleplay #mystory #meroemuseum #metaversemuseum #metaverse #secondlifeavatars #secondlifemodel

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#SHE ONLY LIVE ONE DAY #THIS IS SO SAD WTF #I SPEND ALMOST ONE SIM WEEK IN FOUND HER #;;;;;;;;;;; #celebacy #ts4mm #ts4 legacy #ts4 gameplay #simblr #c: gen.1

[seventven]

au pair (ii)

summary: a few weeks have passed since y/n began working for the barnes family and she has quickly developed a strangely intimate and flirtatious relationship with her new boss. with his wife away on a business trip and his little son fast asleep, y/n and mr barnes enjoy a risqué conversation over a few glasses of wine. 

prompt: “I won’t be able to focus with a sweet little thing like you parading around my home.”

pairing: wealthy dilf!bucky x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: age gap [bucky is 39; reader is about 23]; so much sexual tension; married mr barnes is being very naughty; mention of marriage problems; talk of sex and sex toys; mr barnes is shamelessly thirsting after the new nanny; his wife is rightfully jealous 

a/n: so i’m living this story in the sims 4 because i can’t get dilf bucky out of my mind. thank you for the amazing feedback on the last part and i hope you enjoy this one x

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When Y/N entered the kitchen after tucking his little son into bed, Mr Barnes stood by the island, two tall wine glasses perched on the sleek black countertop in front of him. There was a bottle of wine in his hand and Y/N almost gulped at the sight of him. Clad in a dark cashmere sweater, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows and his long fingers working on dislodging the cork from the bottle, he was a sight to behold. And no matter how many nights like this they had spent together since she had taken up her position as the family’s au pair, Y/N just couldn’t figure out how to keep her thoughts about him family friendly. 

“Is that for me?” She wondered aloud, and the cheeky smile that appeared across his lips was confirmation enough. With a twist and a yank on the corkscrew, he opened the bottle and dropped his gaze to fill the two glasses before him.

“Thought I’d treat you to some good wine tonight,” he announced with a grin, eyes shimmering under the dim orange lights just above the island. “Take it as one last hurrah before my wife gets back from her trip tomorrow.”

Y/N bit her lip and quietly made her way across the kitchen, sliding onto the stool on the opposite side of the island. Mr Barnes had some music playing quietly from the speakers and there was a relaxed, almost serene expression across his face. Y/N couldn’t help but spend a long moment watching him, feeling that familiar, budding yearning for him as she placed her elbows on the counter and propped her chin up on her hand.

“You sound disappointed,” she observed, one eyebrow raised, trying not to look as smitten as she felt. She met his eyes for a fleeting moment, then looked down at the wine glasses timidly. Something about his eyes on her always made her feel shy.

She had been living at the Barnes family residence for just under a month and she had found herself growing increasingly close to Mr Barnes. Or at least, as close as either of them would allow. 

He kept his word; his wife was rarely ever at the house, so most nights, after tucking his son into bed, the two of them would be left to their own devices. Y/N spent most nights alone in her bedroom; sometimes leaving the house to meet up with some newly made friends. Other nights - if his wife was away - it would be just the two of them chatting over bottles of wine or whiskey, watching a movie together or exchanging stories and little jokes. He was pleasant to be around and Y/N would have been lying if she said she didn’t enjoy his company.

His company and the way his eyes seemed unable to leave her whenever she was around.

The atmosphere between them had been strange from their first meeting. From the very first day, Y/N knew she was going to develop a silly little crush on him; he was an attractive and charismatic guy and Y/N had always had a thing for men who were older. However, what she didn’t expect was that he, too, would seem just a little bit too curious about her for it to be wholly innocent.

At first she tried to brush it off. Y/N told herself he just wanted to find out more about the girl he had hired to take care of his kid. He just wanted to know if she was trustworthy, reliable... if she was truthful in her résumé. To a certain extent that was true. He was concerned with his son’s wellbeing and he was curious about whether the little guy liked her; curious about the things they would do after he came home from school and whether she was nice to him. 

However, no matter how curious he might have been about her competence as a nanny, his concern for his son could not, in any way, justify his wandering eyes and the seemingly innocent flirtatious comments he’d make whenever they were alone. Mr Barnes had nerve; that could not be denied, and the sultry looks he’d send her didn’t stop even when his wife was around. When she wasn’t, his boldness only grew.

Placing the bottle down onto the counter, Mr Barnes slowly slid one of the glasses across and smiled when Y/N’s fingers wrapped around its stem. 

“I love my wife,” he admitted solemnly, lifting his own glass towards his lips and taking a slow sip. When he brought it back down onto the counter, his eyes met Y/N’s. “However, I do find that being apart is what makes our relationship work.”

Y/N looked to him with curiosity. “How so?”

“Well,” he began, chuckling at what appeared to be his own misfortune. He placed a large hand on the edge of the counter and leaned casually against it. “The less time we spend together, the less opportunities we have to argue.”

Y/N grimaced. In her short time working for them, she had witnessed a number of heated arguments; or at least heard them from her bedroom. It was usually over business; sometimes over random crap that didn’t matter, and that one time over her and the way Mr Barnes had rubbed lotion into her back during a day of swimming in the pool with their little son. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he sighed, looking at his wife who had her arms crossed over her chest. Y/N was still laying on the lounger in the back garden and she could vaguely see and hear the couple through the back door leading to the dining room. “She asked me to help. I helped. That’s it!”

His wife shook her head in disbelief. “Please,” she answered with a sarcastic laugh, unmoved by his excuse. “As if I don’t see you undressing her with your eyes every time she walks by.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She pressed on, and Y/N attempted to act as though she couldn’t hear them but the adrenaline coursing through her body made it difficult to seem unbothered. 

“I know that look in your eyes, James. You used to look at me like that. You look at her and you can’t stop imagining burying yourself in her young, twenty something year old pussy!”

Needless to say, Y/N never made use of the pool again after that. At least not when his wife was home. And of course, she went on pretending she hadn’t overheard the entire exchange. 

“I’ve heard you argue a few times about work,” Y/N admitted, giving him a rueful smile. He reciprocated it sadly and Y/N picked up her glass and took a sip, thinking maybe she had crossed a line by telling him this. 

“It can get pretty stressful. My work and my marriage both.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, thinking of a subtle way to divert the topic of their conversation. 

“Is there anything you do to help you manage the stress?”

He thought about it for a long moment, a thoughtful frown etching itself onto his face. Y/N watched as he traced the rim of his wine glass with his index finger, the movement slow, teasing, and for a brief moment Y/N wondered what those fingers would feel like inside. 

“I go to the gym a lot,” he admitted after a while and nodded his head, as if to emphasise the point. “It helps clear my head. What about you? Are you finding this new job stressful?”

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile. His son was a nice kid; a five year old who possessed the same level of boisterous charm as his father. He listened when spoken to and he stayed out of trouble; something Y/N was infinitely grateful for. 

“I was afraid he wouldn’t like me but all is going well. The most stressful thing is getting him up and ready for school on time,” she chuckled, and Mr Barnes did the same, evidently being no stranger to his son’s grumpiness in the early hours of the day. 

“It’s part of the reason we decided to hire an au pair,” he joked, his smile bright, dazzling. “The stress of getting him ready for school was worse than twenty business meetings in a row. Believe me, I’d know.”

He picked up the bottle of wine and topped up their glasses. Y/N hadn’t even realised she had drank over half of her wine already. 

“Well, if it ever becomes too much, let me know and we can work on our stress together,” he proposed with a hint of a smirk playing across his lips, but Y/N only laughed and shook her head.

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a gym buddy,” she giggled, and took a big gulp of her drink. Although just filled, the glass came away half empty when she was finished. Mr Barnes wasn’t far behind.

“There are other ways to take care of stress. For me personally, anything physical works,” he shrugged, completely casual, relaxed. “I like to go for a run with the dog, maybe take a boxing class. It all helps... Sex most of all.”

The way he said it made Y/N’s stomach do a flip. Suddenly there was a lump in her throat and her thighs were pressing together under the counter, mouth watering at the thoughts his words had brought to her head. She couldn’t tell if this was just a meaningless, innocent turn in their conversation, or perhaps if he was trying to stir something. Whatever it was, Y/N found herself at a loss for words, feeling shy but increasingly more turned on with every second that passed.

His eyes met her own and Y/N wondered if he noticed the shift in her demeanour; the way she could already feel her cheeks flushing red. He hadn’t even said anything risqué... not really, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting to his words.

Finally, grasping for things to say, Y/N parted her lips and choked out a response. 

“I can’t agree or disagree,” she replied, voice laced with a sheepish, nervous little giggle. 

Mr Barnes raised an eyebrow, staying silent and waiting for her to elaborate. Feeling herself grow even more nervous under his gaze, Y/N cleared her throat.

“I mean... I wouldn’t know because I don’t really do any of those things and-”

He narrowed his eyes.

“And?”

“... And I’ve not had sex is quite some time.” She lifted her glass to her lips and took a big gulp, wishing to buy herself more time. One gulp, two, three... When she pulled the glass away from her lips, she noticed her head was beginning to feel light. 

“As if I’m going to believe that,” he laughed, shaking his head with doubt. He took a long drink himself, eyes trained on her face the entire time. The reddening cheeks, the shy eyes which refused to meet his own, the way she was biting her lip nervously; the shyness and innocence of her body language made Mr Barnes’ trousers suddenly feel a little tighter. 

“Come on,” he pressed, laughing, evidently unable to believe that she was being truthful. “You must have so many men trying to fuck you. I don’t believe that you don’t.”

She shrugged her shoulders, lifting her gaze to meet his eyes. 

“You’re basically every guy’s fantasy. I mean... I bet you could finish a man with your eyes alone.”

She was willing herself to appear more composed than she felt. 

“I’m not saying that men don’t try. I’m saying that... I don’t know,” she sighed, searching for the right words. “I haven’t been able to find a guy who can satisfy me quite as much as my vibrator. After a while, I just gave up.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Hence why you were so quick to agree to the no boyfriends in the house policy during your interview,” he smiled knowingly and Y/N offered a tiny nod in confirmation. 

“That sounds about right,” she admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. She finished her wine in two more sips and smiled when Mr Barnes reached across to fill her glass again.

“I have to say, you’ve made quite the impression that day at my office.”

Her brows knitted together, her curious and confused expression urging him to explain. Mr Barnes laughed quietly to himself and shook his head, pouring the last little bit of wine into his own glass.

“After you left, at least four of my male employees made comments about you and asked who you were. Two even went as far as asking whether you were single.”

He gauged her reaction, regarding her expression as if he were expecting her to look surprised, embarrassed, shy. What he didn’t expect, given her past behaviour, was the nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. Mr Barnes quickly understood that she wasn’t a stranger to receiving male attention.

“You were the hot topic in the office that day. Someone even suggested that my business might suffer because I won’t be able to focus with a sweet little thing like you parading around my home.”

Y/N gulped, their eyes locking and Mr Barnes smirked at the reaction he had provoked. The look in her eyes suggested she liked where he was going with this; it suggested that despite the shyness of her demeanour, there was a part of her that enjoyed every flirtatious or suggestive comment he made and even though Mr Barnes knew she shouldn’t be playing with fire like this, the whole thing brought him too much satisfaction to stop.

Her lips parted, and she took a moment to compose herself.

“What... What did you say to them?”

Mr Barnes smiled, a provocative little smirk as he lifted his glass to his lips. His eyes, glimmering with a tantalising combination of mischief and desire, remained trained on her as he took a long sip of his drink.

“Why, I only told them the truth, Ms Y/L/N,” he teased, and Y/N felt her heart speeding up at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue in such a delicious fashion. “I told them it would take a damn lot of concentration to get any work done around you.”

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a/n: hello i hope this was bearable i know it’s kinda boring lmao 🥺

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x you #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky #dilf!bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fic

[goldenhypen]

▸▸ family adventures — jake sim

— synopsis: your husband, jake, takes you and your daughter on vacation to gift you a break from work.

— genre: fluff, dad!au, husband!au, time skip!au // warnings: a mention of trying for a baby + a slight mention of shirtless jake // word count: 2.0k // requested

— author note: welcome to the second drabble of my jake bday set (reading the first one isn’t necessary)! i must admit, this def could’ve used a better title, but i ran out of ideas and this was the best i could come up with :/ also, after a few hours of me posting this from my queue, it’ll be jake’s bday, so happy jake day in advance! yay <3

nearly four years ago, you announced to your husband that you were pregnant. at the time, that was one of your and jake’s happiest moments, until about nine months later, when you were at the hospital, holding your baby girl in your arms as she rested on your chest, just minutes old.

seeing her and hearing her voice for the first time, that was the happiest moment of jake’s life, besides the day he married you, of course.

after being born in the midst of korea’s chilly winter, you two decided to name your newborn “eira,” meaning “snow.”

after having raised her for an exhausting, but most joy-filled three years, you two never really got a break. you recalled that the last time you actually took a vacation was while you were pregnant with eira. jake took you to his hometown to visit his parents so that they could see and congratulate you two in person.

you thought back to the wonderful memory, missing the feeling of travelling and exploring new places. you had been working many long hours almost every day for years now. jake watched as you would come home tired after work, week after week, and take care of eira, make her food, and do the best you could to spend time with the family.

part of being a mom was sacrifice, and jake always appreciated that about you. of course there were also sacrifices made on his end, and he always did his best to support you and help out so that you only had to do the bare minimum.

going through this time, there were some ups and downs in your and jake’s relationship, always coming home tired and more emotional than usual, especially recently. there were many arguments, but you two always worked them out in the end, and slowly, you were finding a healthy way to balance all the events in your life.

jake decided it was about time you got a break, and he planned a vacation for the three of you. at first, he was going to keep it a surprise, but his plan didn’t exactly go; being the honest person he was, he couldn’t keep such a significant event a secret from his wife.

when you found out from him where he was taking you, your eyes immediately lit up, “are you serious?! we’re going to fiji?!”

you weren’t sure if he was joking.

“where did you get this kind of money?” you asked, skeptical.

he laughed, “y/n, love, i know you’ve been wanting to get away, and we’ve saved up enough to go. don’t worry, i got this all planned and figured out already.”

he left a short kiss on your lips, causing your small pout to rise into a smile, unable to hide your growing excitement.

weeks later, you were boarding the plane to fiji and your daughter was crying in your husband’s arms as you three found your seats. this was a very contrasting scene to the one that was happening just minutes ago at the gate when eira was on jake’s lap, giggling to no end as he entertained her.

“why are you crying, baby?” jake asked with a soft voice, his eyes staring down intently into hers as she sat in his lap.

“i’m scared,” she expressed in between sobs.

she reached up to wipe her eyes, but jake got to it first, removing the tears on her soft, tiny cheeks with his thumbs.

“it’s okay, eira,” he brought her head towards his lips before leaving a kiss on her forehead. “taking off will be so smooth, you probably won’t even be able to tell we left the ground.”

but perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, as eira’s cries only grew louder once the plane was in the air.

her ears were in agony. this was her first time flying, and this was something you and jake were scared of. it broke your heart watching as she cried, clutching her ears with her tiny fists as she sucked on a piece of her favourite candy that you gave her in attempts to soothe the suffering.

she was sitting in the chair between you and your husband, and after the pain subsided, she eventually fell asleep, her head leaning against your arm as soft breaths left her lips.

after a long and exhausting journey, you three finally arrived at your destination and got to the resort jake had booked, which happened to be one of those huts in a village on top of the bright, sparkling blue water.

this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you couldn’t believe you got to experience it yourself with your family.

you got to stay there for three days, and one of the first things you three did was go for a swim in a small, private beach by your resort.

eira enjoyed her time there playing with the sand, making castles and fun shapes, and her dad helped her by bringing her wet sand, and you helped by digging holes here and there.

during the time at the beach, because eira didn’t want to get into the water, you and jake got some time to yourself as you went swimming just meters away from your three-year-old, since you obviously couldn’t leave her completely alone.

laughs of thrill and excitement left your lips as your husband carried you bridal style, running into the water. once you two were deep enough in, he didn’t hesitate in submerging you completely, and as he did, squeals left your lips. you immediately popped your head out of the water and wiped your face with your hands, playfully glaring at jake before splashing him with water. this quickly escalated into a water fight, like two young kids having the time of their childhood.

it all eventually ended with jake grabbing you by the waist, holding your body securely in his arms and planting a loving kiss on your lips. your hands snaked up his bare shoulders and around his neck.

after a few seconds, you suddenly pulled back, remembering eira was still at the shore. your eyes landed on her and you let out a sigh of relief, seeing her there, still busy with building her tiny wonderland.

you turned your head back to your husband whose gaze shortly followed yours. you took a moment to admire his features before his lips pulled into that smile that you fell so deeply in love with. your eyes trailed down to his lips before leaning in for another kiss.

because you arrived in fiji in the morning, you were lucky to have the whole day ahead of you. unfortunately however, jet lag seemed to be against you three as you ended up taking a family nap with eira lying between you two, all of you falling immediately asleep after washing up.

after an hour or two, jake’s eyes fluttered open as they adjusted to the light that still filled the room. he took in his surroundings, realizing he woke up on the edge of the bed and eira took up most of his side. he wondered to himself how she migrated so far in such a short amount of time and smiled before leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

he lifted his head up to check on you, and watched as you and eira breathed heavily, signifying that you were both still deeply asleep.

he was very careful to not wake either of you as he sat up quietly. he made his way over to your side of the bed and laid down beside you, immediately taking you in his arms. you stirred slightly before opening your eyes tiredly. jake noticed this and left a kiss on your head as you saw the three-year-old had taken up almost his whole side of the mattress. you adjusted your body and laid your head and hand on his chest. he held you close with his palm resting on the lower part of your back, rubbing small circles on the exposed skin under your shirt, falling asleep in each other’s arms within minutes.

before you knew it, it was already the next day, and you three were getting ready to go on an excursion out on the water later. you were already dressed, and jake was getting ready. it usually took him a good few minutes before he was ready to go, so while he was, you prepared a little surprise you had been planning for the last couple weeks.

you got eira and helped her change into an outfit you had bought her for this moment onward.

“shh, eira! you have to keep it down,” you laughed as eira couldn’t contain her giggles and squeals as she fiddled with her shirt.

suddenly her dad came out from the bathroom, all dressed and ready.

your back was facing jake as you hid eira from his view, and your eyes went wide, giving her a signal, telling her it’s time.

“ready to go?” he asked.

“not quite,” you answered, standing up. “there’s something we have to do first.”

he looked at you curiously before his eyes landed on what was printed on eira’s t-shirt, ‘big sister.’

he was immediately confused and you watched as his brows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side, a habit of his ever since you first met him. his initial thought was why you would buy her a shirt that didn’t even apply to her.

but then it hit him. and his eyes went wide faster than the blink of an eye. eira began laughing with joy.

he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and you smiled before he buried his face into his hands. you didn’t hesitate in walking over and taking him in your arms. he hugged you back tightly before making eye contact with eira, gesturing for her to come over and join you both, and she immediately came running. he separated from you, kneeling down to engulf his daughter in his arms.

you and jake had been trying for another baby for a little while after eira brought up the idea of having a younger sibling. and thinking about it for some time, you two agreed that you wanted another, so finding out that you were pregnant again was a wonderful surprise for him.

he had a difficult time expressing his joy with words while he was still in a state of shock, but you could tell he was ecstatic, especially by the wide smile he presented to both of you and the slight tears in his eyes.

“you’re gonna be a big sister, eira!” jake exclaimed, and she jumped up and down in excitement.

he looked back up at you and took your hands in his, giving you a loving and proud grin. he held the sides of your face gently before kissing you lovingly.

“mommy! daddy!” eira whined, laughing, causing you to pull away.

it was a difficult task to hide the happy news in order to surprise him, and now having the weight being lifted off your shoulders, you felt a wave of relief.

his eyes landed on eira as he thought to himself that as his family would be growing, you and him would also continue developing and flourishing as parents, and he couldn’t wait for the new addition to your family. his eyes then travelled to you and he rested his forehead on yours, whispering how grateful and proud he was of you.

you two were going to be parents for the second time, and eira still couldn’t get over the fact that she was going to be a big sister.

he kneeled down and brought his hands to your lower abdomen where he then left a long kiss and eira quickly followed, unlocking a new chapter for the life of your family.

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A little fic for @jonsimsandcats and also inspired by some adorable art on discord! Featuring notes on kitten rearing, and of course some Jmart because it’s me.

Jon works at the Institute here, but a non-spooky version of it!

*

Martin is doing a final check on the fish tanks when he hears the bell above the front door jingle. He sighs; he knew he should have locked up first. Just his luck.

“This is your fault,” he tells the angelfish balefully. They don’t seem contrite, too busy nosing in the fine gravel for any food they’ve missed. Martin walks out to the front of the shop, preparing his best customer service smile to tell whoever’s come in at—he glances at his watch—three minutes past eight that they’re closed, and no, they can’t just wander around for a few minutes to look at the animals. Honestly, some people seem to think there’s no difference between a pet shop and an art gallery.

There’s a man standing at the front counter, looking around anxiously, a bundled up jumper clutched against his chest.

“Sorry, we’re—” Martin begins, and that’s as far as he gets before the man unleashes a frantic tirade.

“Please!” the man says, “I need your help, I-I’m not sure they’re breathing and they were out there for hours on their own, I know you’re not supposed to move them in case their mother comes back but I couldn’t just—just leave knowing they were still there, and all the vet offices nearby are closed, this was the only place I could think of!”

The man is wild eyed, almost panicked, and Martin lifts both hands in an appeasing gesture.

“Woah,” he says, “Uh, maybe start from the beginning again? Slowly?”

“Right, ah, sorry. Sorry. I spotted them this morning, under a bush just outside my work.” The man sets the bundle of jumper down on the counter, and unfolds it to reveal two tiny scraps of fur: one gray, one black. Kittens, Martin realizes, so small they can only be a week or so old; certainly not old enough to be without their mother.

“I left them alone, because I’ve heard that the mother usually comes back after a little while. A-and I meant to go and check on them again during the day, make sure.” The man sounds anguished now, his face miserable. “But I—I got caught up in work, forgot about it. It was only when I was leaving that I remembered. And they were still there, on their own. Barely moving. Please—is there anything we can do?”

Martin looks down at the tiny creatures in their nest of wool; he can just about see the shallow in-out of their breathing. All day outside alone, at their age, the odds aren’t great. But he’s met enough kittens to know that they’re shockingly resilient little sods, and he’s never given up on a so-called hopeless case before. He’s not about to start now.

“You did the right thing moving them,” he assures the man, moving to flip the sign on the door to CLOSED. “We need to get them warmed up and get some food into them. Body heat is the best thing for them right now—can you start warming them with your hands?”

“Oh—ah, yes,” says the man, turning to his bundle of jumper with a worried frown. Martin leaves him there while he rushes around the shop, grabbing kitten milk replacer and nursing bottles, and then into the back to heat two mugs of water in the microwave while he makes up the bottles. He pops them into the mugs to warm, and brings the whole lot out to the front. The man now has a kitten in each hand, and is holding them pressed carefully to his chest for additional warmth; his expression is still worried, but also desperately tender, and Martin feels a pang of something behind his ribs at the sight.

“One of them is moving,” the man says eagerly as Martin sets the bottles down. Martin can see the gray kitten wriggling weakly in the man’s grip, responding to the heat. Its sibling is still motionless, and Martin’s heart sinks a little.

“That’s great,” he says. “Hold onto her for another minute, and let me see if I can get her sister moving too.”

He holds out a hand, and the man almost reluctantly passes him the black kitten. Martin doesn’t try to notice that the man has lovely hands, with long, slim fingers, narrow wrist jutting out of his shirt sleeve, but, well, he notices a bit. He turns his attention to the kitten; he can’t make out the motion of its breathing anymore. He takes it in both hands and starts to massage it gently. It lies limp in his palms, head lolling, and Martin starts to feel despair crawling cold up his spine.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “You can do it.” The man is watching him anxiously, the gray kitten cradled against his chest, and Martin knows he can’t give up. He keeps rubbing the kitten’s small body, trying to will warmth and life back into the tiny, fragile form. At last, after what seems like an eternity, the kitten squirms in his hands and a faint, plaintive mew escapes it. An answering mew comes from the gray kitten, and Martin laughs, relief washing over him.

“Right, let’s see if we can get them to eat.”

After checking that they’re not too chilled to feed, Martin tests each of the kittens with a drop of formula on their tongue; thankfully they both seem able to swallow without difficulty. He shows the man how to feed the gray kitten, holding its body in a neutral position with the bottle tilted for a gentle flow. It doesn’t take long for the kittens to figure out the process, and Martin can feel the tug on the bottle as his kitten begins to suckle.

“Oh,” he hears softly from beside him, and turns to see the man gazing in delight at the gray kitten, whose tiny, unfurled ears are twitching as it sucks.

“She’s doing great,” Martin comments. “Good job.” The man gives him a tentative, pleased smile, and Martin still isn’t trying to notice but it’s a very nice smile. “I’m Martin, by the way.”

“Jonathan Sims—Jon,” says the man, and then gives a small, tense laugh. “God, I haven’t even apologized for storming in here while you were clearly trying to close up for the night.”

“That’s all right, I didn’t have any exciting plans tonight anyway. I’d much rather be spending time with these little beauties.”

Jon smiles again, more sure this time, and all right, maybe Martin deliberately notices the dimple in his right cheek. Just a bit.

Once the kittens are fed, Martin shows Jon how to stimulate them; both of them only pee a little—poor things are dehydrated—but it’s a good sign. They clean them up and tuck them back into the nest of Jon’s jumper, where they curl up into a small puddle of black and gray. Jon gives a sigh that’s somewhere between relieved and exhausted.

“Thank you,” he says. “I, ah, I think I forgot to say that as well. You know a lot about this.”

“I volunteer at a shelter, there are a lot of kittens. If you like, I can take them for tonight and bring them in tomorrow?”

“Ah,” says Jon. “Do you think that’s—I mean...I-I’m not sure I’d feel right, handing them off to someone else. Not that I think you’re not capable!” he rushes to add, and Martin finds himself smiling.

“No, I get it. You found them, you want to take care of them. I’ll warn you, though, it’s a big commitment. For the first couple of weeks you have to feed them every two hours, even during the night, and then it’s every three or four hours until they start weaning. It’s like having a newborn baby.”

“I don’t get much sleep generally,” says Jon. “At least this way I’ll have something to do while I’m up all night. And my work is—well, I’ll explain the situation.”

He looks set on it, brow furrowed with determination. Martin considers arguing more: that a shelter will be better equipped to care for the kittens, that there’s no guarantee they’ll survive in any case, that Jon doesn’t know what he’s signing up for. But the shelters are always crowded, and kittens this young have simple needs, and really, a dedicated foster parent—armed with the right knowledge—is probably the best thing for them.

“Right,” he says, “Let’s make sure these two are well wrapped up before you take them home.”

He scrounges a cardboard box from the back and they settle the kittens into it, still wrapped in Jon’s jumper along with a soft fleece blanket printed with cartoon fish. Martin gathers a couple of cartons of liquid formula and extra bottles to get them started, and shows Jon how to pierce the nipple so the flow isn’t too strong.

“It should be warmed to body temperature,” he explains, “But not directly in the microwave—put the bottles in heated water, like I did earlier. Do you have a hot water bottle?”

“Yes, I do,” says Jon, frowning intently as he listens. Martin nods.

“It’s better than a heating pad at this age, they’re less likely to get overheated. Don’t make it too hot—body temperature, again—and wrap it in a blanket so they’re not touching it directly.”

“Got it,” says Jon firmly, and Martin believes him. He bags up the formula and bottles and an extra pet blanket, and presses them into the hands of a startled Jon; the till is shut off for the night, but Martin can explain and pay for the items tomorrow.

“What’s your phone number?” he asks, and Jon looks even more startled.

“S-sorry?”

“Or your email. I’m going to send you some links—videos, a couple of good blogs that should be helpful.”

“Oh, ah, right. Of course.” Jon recites his number and Martin saves it under “Jon (Kittens).” He peeks into the box one last time before Jon scoops it up, and sees the kittens snuggled in the folds of the jumper, paws waving in little kitten dreams.

“Thank you again, Martin,” says Jon. “I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you tonight.” His tone is shy but genuine, and it sends warmth through Martin’s chest and up into his cheeks.

“Any time,” Martin says. “And feel free to text me if you need anything—if you have a question or...anything. Or call me if you like.” He’s aware he’s rambling a bit, but it’s not every day an attractive man says that he doesn’t know what he would have done without you, so he can hardly be blamed.

“I will,” says Jon solemnly.

*

He doesn’t text Martin any questions that night, but when Martin sends him the links to a youtube channel and three blog posts on kitten care, he replies:

Thank you :)

Martin spends most of the rest of the night wondering what that smiley face means.

*

He doesn’t necessarily expect to see Jon again, and certainly doesn’t expect to see him the very next day. But just before one o’clock in the afternoon the bell above the door jingles and there’s Jon, looking tired and more than a bit sheepish.

“I got all the way into work this morning before I realized I’d never paid for any of the things you gave me,” he says, reaching for his wallet.

“Those were gifts,” Martin tells him firmly. “Sort of a “welcome to foster parenthood” care basket?”

“No, I couldn’t let you—” Jon starts to protest, but Martin shakes his head emphatically.

“It’s no big deal, honestly. I get an employee discount anyway.”

“I...well, then I suppose I need to thank you yet again,” says Jon.

“It’s becoming a bit of a habit,” Martin jokes, grinning, and Jon smiles in return. He hesitates a moment before continuing:

“Maybe I could buy you lunch instead, then? To pay you back.”

“There’s no need, honestly,” says Martin, even as his brain berates him: What are you doing, idiot, he’s asking you to have lunch with him? Say yes!

“Please, I’d like to,” Jon says, and then gives a thoughtful frown. “Only if you want to, of course, don’t feel obligated—”

“I’m on lunch in five minutes,” Martin blurts out before he can overthink it.

“Great!” says Jon, sounding pleased. “If you have time, we could go by my office as well and visit the kittens. I just fed them before I came to see you.”

Before I came to see you, not before I came to pay you back, and Martin feels that warmth crawling up towards his cheeks again. Even if Jon’s intentions are purely friendly rather than...anything else, well, Martin could always use more friends.

“How were they last night?” he asks, and the smile that spreads across Jon’s face this time is pure delight.

“Oh I barely got an hour’s sleep,” he says, waving a hand. “And today they’re sitting under my desk reminding me every couple of hours that they need attention and that they are far more important than whatever I’m working on. They’re perfect.”

“Sounds like cat parenthood suits you,” Martin teases gently, and Jon laughs.

“I think it rather does.”

*

Lunch is...nice, and only slightly awkward in the “getting to know a new person” sort of way. Jon is serious, but also funny in an understated, acerbic way, and there’s a gentleness to him that wouldn’t be immediately apparent, if Martin hadn’t seen him cradling two tiny, fragile lives to his chest last night. He’s the kind of person Martin would like to know better, he thinks.

Afterwards they go to Jon’s workplace, which is extremely academic with a brass nameplate by the door and everything, and down to the basement office where Jon works; Martin doesn’t really know what archiving entails, but it looks like mostly a bloody great pile of paperwork. Jon’s two colleagues give Martin friendly and extremely curious glances as they pass; Jon pointedly ignores them in favor of directing Martin to his desk and the cardboard box sitting beneath it.

When Martin glances inside, the two kittens are curled up in the folds of the fish-print blanket, lying against the shape of what he assumes is the hot water bottle. Their bellies already look rounder than they were last night, thanks to regular feeding, and their limbs twitch as they sleep.

“I’ll take them to the vet for a check up after work,” Jon murmurs quietly, gazing down at them with a soft expression. Martin recognizes that look of adoration, and he knows this pair won’t be going to a shelter or anywhere else; they’ve found their home with Jon.

“They’re lucky you found them,” he says, and Jon smiles self-consciously.

“I think I’m the one who was lucky,” he says.

They spend a bit more time with the kittens, and then Martin realizes that it’s about time he got back to work if he doesn’t want to get in trouble. He excuses himself, waving goodbye to Jon’s still curious colleagues, and Jon walks him out to the grand front entrance of the building.

“Thanks again for lunch,” he says. “And—you have my number, right? The offer is open, if you need anything, just text me.”

“I will,” says Jon. “And, ah, let me know if you’d like to come and see the kittens again. Any day. Well, most days,” he corrects himself. “We could, ah, maybe have lunch again?”

“That sounds...really nice,” says Martin. Jon smiles, pleased, and Martin isn’t trying to notice the faint flush that spreads across his face, but it’s very cute anyway.

*

As he walks back to work, Martin’s phone vibrates with a text. It’s a picture of the kittens, curled up on top of each other, with the message:

Come back and see us soon!

Martin grins; the kittens, he thinks, weren’t the only ones lucky to be found last night.

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A/N: I have Sim’s disease. This disease makes you unable to shut up while writing, causing long chapters and stress because you can’t end it. So the fact that this chapter is not the last one and has almost 7K is totally @perseusannabeth fault.

I promise the next one will be the last (this time for real). While we don’t have the wedding, please enjoy the light smut, sprinkles of angst and a dash of Jealous!Cassian.

You can check here Pemberley’s Lake, Hooked on You, Smells like petrichor and paper, The Sound of Music, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Bloody Day and Ominous Letter, Elementary, my Dear Lady and Eternal Flame, part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight of my Nessian Pride and Prejudice AU.

Jealousy Jealousy

Cassian and Nesta’s engagement was a short one.  Nothing to raise rumors of scandals, of course, but still relatively short that it walked in the thin line  of impropriety given Cassian’s status.

Four months. That was how long their engagement had lasted, yet Cassian had been so busy with multiple affairs that time went by a blink. Strangely enough, the fact that the wedding date was slowly approaching — barely a week away — filled him with nerves, and made time run ever so slowly when all he wanted was to finally be able to call Nesta Archeron his wife.

These four months, however, had been enough to help lessen the gossip surrounding Elain and Lucien’s marriage, not to mention enough time to have Beron properly put into trial and convicted to a life sentence in the Tower of London. Cassian had kept his promise to the young Spell-Cleaver and made sure his mother’s ex husband had gotten a fair and just punishment according to his evil deeds. He had gone as far as reaching to his contacts in the Court and managed to reinstate the Duchess with her rightful assets, such as her dowry and properties that had been legally hers when she had married. The Vanserras were still quite rich and held some prestige, but most of their fortune had come through Beron’s marriage to Anais, and the loss of it had considerably lowered their fortune — not to an alarming level or risk of bankruptcy, but at least half of what it had been during the marriage years of the Vanserra’s.

To Cassian’s surprise, the new head of the Vanserra Household — the eldest son, Lord Eris — had not gone against the Judge’s decision, fully supporting his mother regaining her assets. Cassian hated the prick, but he had to feel an inkling of respect for the redhead’s actions regarding his mother.

Although he did tease and remarked in passing about the gentleman’s loss of fortune. It was a childish thing to do, but after years of being mocked by the other party — in regards to Cassian’s modest upbringing, his later adoption by Rhysand’s father and even his early interactions with the eldest Archeron — he could not help himself. Nesta had chastised him about his petty behaviour, arguing that, unfortunately, the Vanserra’s were her in laws given Elain’s marriage to Lucien, their half brother, and so they had to, at least in public, appear civil as to not inquire further fuel for gossip.

She did, however, admit to him in private that she had found his “courtier voice” —  as she had come to call it — rather… exciting. That had propelled him to whisper —  using the same sultry voice — sweet nothings to her, and he had noticed with smug satisfaction how Nesta had blushed, taking a sharp intake of breath.

Oh, how he missed the early days of their engagement, before he was pulled into dealing not only with the trial but also all the paperwork that came to organizing a wedding. Nesta, much the same, had become rather busy with all the preparations, spending days out shopping with her sisters. Emerie had insisted on making Nesta’s dress and bridal trousseau herself, taking upon herself to make Nesta the best dressed lady of all time. That had helped in cutting short the wedding preparations, yet Cassian still missed his bride to be dearly. And after their first kiss that evening at the bookstore… well, he found himself desiring her even more if it was possible.

Cassian grumbled in distress as he recalled that the last time he and Nesta were together alone had been that single time at the bookstore. Nowadays when their schedules allowed them to meet, someone from their party of friends would be present, acting as their chaperone. Cassian wistfully looked back at their days at Pemberley, where not only they saw each other with more frequency but had been able to spend some time unsupervised.

But maybe that was for the best. He would never act in a way to compromise Nesta’s reputation, even if the fact that they were engaged to be married allowed them certain liberties — he knew that most people of the ton would not bat an eyelash at “an early babe”. He wanted to properly treasure his relationship with Nesta and treat her with the utmost respect and affection he held for her. And after their kiss he found himself losing what little restraint he possessed when it came to her. A smile, a glance, even a single touch to his arm would make his heartbeat quicken and his thoughts wander to dangerous places. His failing self control proved that maybe being chaperoned was for the best, lest he ended up acting with his lower head.

“That is the fifth time you have sighed in the last ten minutes” Azriel declared from his position on the couch where he was currently looking over some reports while Cassian double checked documents regarding his marriage.

“I never knew planning a marriage would be so complicated,” Cassian said in exasperation.

“You could always elope” his brother pointed out, which earned him a harsh look.

“I am not eloping with Nesta” he said angrily “She is getting her dream marriage and that is final. Even if I end up murdering the next person that asks me about sitting charts or if I would rather have lillies or roses at the reception tables”

“Cheer up, brother, I have good news. Gwyn— I mean, Lady Gwyneth” Azriel corrected himself, his ears getting slightly pink “will be performing tonight and I happen to have tickets”

“You ‘happen to have tickets’,” Cassian hummed, arching an eyebrow “May I inquire if it is for this night alone or have you bought tickets for the whole season?”

“That is not of your concern,” Azriel answered, and Cassian had never seen his brother appear so ruffled “what I am saying is that I have tickets for Lady Gwyneth's performance and that Lady Nesta happens to be her best friend, and I am sure she would love to prestige her.”

“You are saying you will act as our chaperone?” Cassian asked hopefully.

“Your private box is beside mine,” Azriel shrugged. “I can turn a blind eye this time and let you two have some time alone before the marriage”

“I own you Az, big time” Cassian was beside himself, getting up from his chair and already planning on calling on Nesta to tell her in person about it.

“We will be in public,” his brother argued “It is not like you could do something too scandalous.”

Cassian’s mind went back to his kiss with Nesta, her back against the bookstore’s shelves, in broad daylight and decided to stay quiet. Azriel was being too lenient on him and his ability to act rashly.

Thankfully, Cassian’s apartment in the city was only a twenty minute ride by horse from the Archeron Manor. He had never cared about maintaining a big house in town — being on his own most of the time, he saw no need for such a thing — and also preferred Pemberley to the chaos of the city. But maybe now he should rethink that idea. Maybe Nesta would prefer to live in the city, where it was closer to her sisters and friends, and Cassin wanted to have somewhere big enough to build a family with her. His tiny apartment would not fulfill that intention, and he did not want to get ahead of himself and suppose that Nesta would want to stay at her childhood home. From the little that Feyre talked about their upbringing, he knew that the place held painful memories, especially now that her parents had passed away.

Cassian had just arrived at the Archeron Manor when he spotted Emerie at the entrance, no doubt waiting for her coach.

“If it isn’t the groom,” she greeted him, “you have not worked out more and gained a few more muscles, have you? Your suit is already done and I simply cannot redo it. I am as busy as I can  be”

‘Hello, Emerie. How nice to see you” Cassian said with a smile, charmingly kissing her hand “To answer your question, no, I do not have new muscles. My suit will suit perfectly”

Emerie eyed him with an expert’s look, so serious that he almost feared he had indeed grown bigger since the time she had taken his measurements. His stay in town and busy schedule made it harder to oversee the capital’s military training daily  —  something he, as General Commander, should do — but he had managed to squeeze in a visit at least twice a week.

“You pass,” Emerie declared, smirking at him “do not worry mister husband, I am the best and — as such —  have prepared a spare suit. In case of accidents of course.”

Cassian let out a laugh, amazed at Emerie.

“Thank you. I assume you have finished your and Nesta’s business of the day?” he asked, hopefully that his bride would be free.

“You are indeed very lucky, for her schedule is completely free for the rest of the day” Emerie gave him a sly smile “And, she is very much alone right now and I happen to know that her few servants are very discreet and will not disturb you”

“Emerie!! I came here to invite her to Gwyn’s performance!” Cassian could feel his ears getting warm and he cursed his body for turning into a greenboy with his first love when it came to Nesta.

Emerie just waved lazely, dismissing his words and walking towards her coach which had arrived while they talked.

“Have fun at the theater tonight, General! I have gifted Nesta a very large and stunning wardrobe as a wedding gift” she said as the carriage drove away, making Cassian run his hand through his hair.

He was quite familiar with Emerie’s daring and gorgeous designs. And he was very very weak when Nesta was the one wearing them.

“My Lord,” the butler greeted him, “what a pleasant surprise. Should I announce your presence to the Lady?”

“Thank you, but that will not be necessary. Where can I find her?” Cassian took off his coat, giving it to the footman beside the butler.

“As you wish. Your ladyship is at her study, in the second floor, the first door on the right”

Cassian thanked the butler again, and tried to not seem too eager as he made his way up to the second floor. He found Nesta’ study’s door half open and smiled to himself as he pictured her surprised face when he walked in, silently closing the door behind him.

However, he ended up being the one surprised.

“Damn you, Emerie,” Cassian cursed lowly, recalling the modise's devilish smile while she waved goodbye from her coach.

Nesta was standing in front of her, looking down at some papers in her hand, but once she realised she was not alone anymore she raised her head, giving him a rare full smile when Cassian turned out to be her guest.

Her smile made her even more breathtaking, and Cassian swore at the sudden tightness in his pants when she placed the papers on  her desk and walked towards him. He could not stop looking as she stopped in front of him, running her hands slowly over his shoulders.

“What a nice but unexpected surprise” Nesta said “I did not know you were planning to visit, and Mr.Jones did not announce you”

“You— I mean, I wanted to—” Cassian looked up, cursing his inability to talk properly.

He was going to murder Emerie. Why could she not have warned him that Nesta Archeron was wearing pants? And not just some normal pants, no. She was wearing high waisted tight fitted custom made beige pants — courtesy of Emerie’s wedding gift, he was sure — and a white shirt with a navy vest that made her eyes even more blue. And her hair, which styled in a crown braid, gave him a full view to her neck, the final snap to his self control.

“What happened Cassian? Cat got your tongue?” Nesta teased, and he would have been annoyed were she not so cute, even while making fun of him.

“I am glad you find my lack of composure amusing, my dear” he said, looking at her and finding her smiling again.

The sight made his heart grow impossibly bigger, and once he thanked the Caudron he was going to marry Nesta. Deciding it was his time to tease her, Cassian placed his hands on her waist, tugging her towards him.

“Since when do you wear pants?” he asked, his hands running up and down her back.

“Emerie gifted me a few,” Nesta answered, a little breathless “I am not as bold as her to wear them in public gatherings, but I do prefer them when I am at home and have to spend a long time working. Especially when I have to deal with my father’s old associates. I learned from Emerie that they seem to respect you more depending on your attire.”

Cassian sometimes forgot that since the late Lord Archeron passed away Nesta had become the leader of his business. Having no malle relatives alive and being the eldest child, Nesta had inherited most of her father’s business, while her sisters had a few assets of their own that came with their dowry.

“I do not know if I like the idea of you wearing such a distracting attire near all those boring associates” his hands squeezed her waist, and he leaned down to whisper on her ear “I am afraid to admit that I am quite the jealous fiancé”

Nesta took a sharp breath, and Cassian smiled to himself at her reaction.

“They are a bunch of old, white haired and round bellied men who care more about their money than anything else” Nesta laced her arms around his neck “There is no need to feel jealous. Once we are married you shall see me more frequently in pants.”

I hope I will see you wearing nothing at all, Cassin thought to himself.

“I came here to rescue you from wedding planning and invite you out and yet you tease me” he pouted.

“If your plans are satisfying, I may say yes” Nesta hummed, trying not to appear too eager. She had missed Cassian terribly too. Not only were the wedding plans keeping her busy but once she was back from her vacation — and Elain’s situation had been solved —  she had piles of paperwork from merchants and deals to be looked into.

Her last encounter with Cassian had been at the bookstore, where she had finally told him what she felt.

And where they had finally kissed.

Oh, how she thought about their kiss. While she decided on the table clothes for the wedding reception, while she shopped with her sisters, while Emerie took her measurements and told her about dress designs… she thought about the kiss at night, when she was alone in her room and safe beneath her blankets.

Nesta was not naive. She knew what happened on the wedding night — and sometimes before. She had found some romance books which were not as… innocent as her current reads, and blamed Emerie and Gwyn for her new and graphic reading materials. She kept them hidden in a locked drawer in her bedside table, taking them out only when she knew she was not going to be interrupted by any of her employees.

After their kiss she found herself taking them out to read more and more frequently, and in those four months Emerie and Gwyn had gifted her with new ones, each more scandalous than the other.

“Az has tickets for Gwyn’s performance tonight,” Cassian told her, taking her out of her lust filled memory “and he was kind enough to offer to chaperone us.’

“From his own private box, beside ours” he added with a wink.

“How generous of him,” Nesta said, standing on her tiptoes.

“Are you satisfied with my plan, my dear bride?” Cassian asked, one of his hands cupping her cheek.

“Very much,” she said, kissing him.

It was not a shy kiss like their first, or a hard one full of lust like their second. This kiss was like meeting someone after missing them for a long time. It was tender and sweet and made Cassian think he was finally home. It made him think of lazy evenings spent in bed, of picnics on sunny days near Pemberley’s lake, of reading beside Nesta in front of a fireplace.

It made him think he was finally home.

“I missed you, Nes” he murmured against her lips, kissing her softly.

“I missed you too,” Nesta said, moving a stray strand of hair out of his eyes “Your annoying self managed to pester even my thoughts.”

“So you think about me” Cassian said, his voice taking the sultry tone that drove her mad “Tell me Nes, when do you think about me?”

“Do you think about me during the day?” he kissed the corner of her lips “Do you think about me during the night?”

“Cassian” was all she could say, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders

“Do you think about me while you read your romance books?” another kiss, this time on her jaw “While you take a relaxing bath?” he kissed that spot behind her ear that made her toes curl.

This was dangerous. All of her employees knew better than to disturb her while she was working —  even more now that her fiancé had shown up announced — and with her door closed Nesta knew she might not be able to think properly, especially given how long she had missed Cassian and his touch.

“Answer me, Nes” Cassian playfully tugged at her earlobe “When do you think about me?”

“All the time,” she breathed, needing Cassian to kiss her again “I think about you all the time. No matter the place. In my study, my bed or while I am shopping or bathing, I think about you”

“Good girl” and then he kissed her.

This kiss was indeed similar to their second one, if possible even more desperate and demanding in consequence of their lack of unsupervised encounters. Nesta had grown bolder, her hands tugging his hair and her tongue parting his lips. Cassian kissed her back with as much desire, the hand on her waist tightening its grip and the other leaving her face and moving down to her behind.

“These pants,” he groaned, squeezing her ass for good measure and making her gasp “These pants are killing me”

Nesta felt heat pool down low on her stomach, that familiar need to get closer to him growing again, making her flush her body tighter against his. She bit his lower lip, soothing the hurt with her tongue and that was Cassian’s breaking point. His hand moved to her thigh, holding it against his waist.

“Jump,” Cassian ordered, gathering Nesta in his arms. She did as he said, wrapping both legs around him, and she moaned at the feeling of having him pressed so close to her center.

Cassian walked towards her desk, his lips never leaving hers. Holding her with one arm only beneath her, he used the other to send all of her things to the floor and Nesta could not find it in herself to care, not when he placed her on top of her desk, making her stay almost at the same height as him.

“You have no idea how mad you drive me, Nes” he whispered as he started kissing and biting her neck. He would most certainly leave a mark and she did not care if it scandalised her maids.

She wanted him to mark her. Wanted the whole ton to know she was his.

And she wanted him closer, wanted to feel his weight pressing down on her.

Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him down with her, her back touching the hard surface of her desk, his elbows beside her head, caging her.

“Cassian, please” she begged. She did not know what she was begging for, just that she needed him to touch her more.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, his hazel eyes darkened with lust “Be a good girl and tell me what you want”

“I want you” she moaned “I want you to touch me”

“As you wish” his lips crushed her again, one of his hands moving to her shirt, slowly sliding from her waist to her right breast.

Nesta felt her head spin when he palmed her breast, and she could not help but think how would it feel to have his large calloused hand against her bare skin, teasing and twisting her nipple like she had read in her secret novels.

Her hips started moving on their own, grinding against Cassian, who let out a curse. His lips found her neck again, and she whined in protest when his hand left her breast, only to moan in relief when he expertectly unbuttoned her vest and shirt, the top of her corpert the only thing covering her breasts now.

Cassian knew he had to stop, knew he should get up and away from Nesta, that her first time most certainly could not be in her study room and her desk, but he was past the point of no return now. His lips left love marks on the top of her breasts, his hips grinding down on her, Nesta’s moans making him grow harder and harder.

He was seriously contemplating moving her to the small sofa in the room when a loud knock made him freeze, Nesta going still underneath him.

“My Lady?” a maid called from outside.

“Y—Yes Lily” Nesta’s voice was surprisingly firm, but her reddened complexion betrayed her nerves.

“Excuse me for the bother, but the chef wanted to know whether the Lord would stay for dinner”

“He will not. In fact, I will be going out tonight, so warn Mounsier Jacquin to prepare a light meal and advance the dinner in an hour, please”

“As you wish, my Lady” the maid said, and they waited a few minutes until they were certain she had left before they started laughing.

“My heart,” Nesta gasped “It is beating so fast”

“Indeed it is” Cassian groped her breasts jokingly, making Nesta throw him an annoyed look.

“We were lucky she did not enter the room after knocking.”

“We were,” he said, standing up and bringing her to a seated position, “We should not be left unchaperoned.”

“Good thing Azriel will be with us at the opera then,” Nesta said as she began to righten her clothes.

“It is these blasted pants fault and the fact that you look sinful wearing them” Cassian said huskily, his hands settling on her thighs “My future wife is too stunning for her own good”

Nesta felt giddy whenever Cassian called her his ‘future wife’. She could not wait for the day he called her ‘wife’.

“Well then, future husband, you better gather your wits” she teased, running her hands through his hair “Pants are the last of your worries if you see the other clothes Emerie gave me”

“Caudron help me” he begged, kissing her one last time before they both left the room.

~•~

The rest of Nesta’s clothes would indeed be Cassian’s cause of death. On one hand, he was grateful Azriel was taking the same carriage as them —  he was, afterall, their chaperone — but on the other he was feeling rather jealous that he did not have Nesta all to himself, a feeling he was sure was bound to grow as they arrived at the theater and had to mingle with others before the performance began. Cassian knew he was acting like a jealous, greddy and possessive man, something he did not like at all yet could help when it came to Nesta and her ability to appear even more stunning each time they met.

The dress in question was in burgundy — Cassian’s favourite colour, making him feel rather full of himself to see it on Nesta — with a heart shaped neckline that showed off her generous cleavage. Her shoulders and collarbone were exposed, but the long sleeves that ended up with frills near her hand somehow balanced the design. Her hair had been curled and braided in a half up half down style, and Cassian wanted to hide Nesta from the public eye for she threatened to bring entire kingdoms to their knees with her hair down. The simple yet priceless jewelry —  drop diamond earrings and necklace fit for the daughter of a man once known as the Prince of Merchants  — made her beauty stand out even more. Cassian always knew that Nesta did not need flashy and ostentatious jewelry to make heads turn her way. Her beauty was such that even the most modest of jewelry or clothes made her stand out in a ballroom or event.

“Stop looking at me like that” Nesta whispered to him as he helped her down the carriage.

“I do not know what you mean, my dear” he whispered back, tucking her hand safely on his arm as they climbed the steps to the theater.

“You know very well what I mean, General” she hissed through her teeth as she smiled and presented their tickets at the entrance “Poor Azriel looked as if he wanted to throw himself from the carriage”

“He is doing his chaperone duties,” Cassian argued “Besides, he is not even with us anymore, so there is no need to be shy. He must be halfway at Gwyn’s dressing room delivering the flowers”

Azriel had indeed disappeared somewhere as soon as they had arrived, a beautiful bouquet tied with a teal ribbon on his hands. He had held that bouquet with the utmost care during the carriage ride, and Nesta could still not believe that he was Gwyn's mysterious suitor. When she had first discovered that Cassian sponsored Gwyn, she had supposed him to also be the one giving her the flowers and the ribbons. Imagine her surprise when she got in the carriage and saw no other than Azriel holding the bouquet.

“Besides, given your attire and our moment this evening, you cannot blame me for looking at you the way I am,” he whispered huskily at her ear, shivers running down her spine “You look good enough to eat, Nes”

Nesta hoped her blush was not noticeable. She did not need the others present to wonder why she had the complexion of a tomato, having already scandalised poor Lily while the young maid helped her get ready. Cassian’s love bites and marks had to be covered with a generous amount of makeup or else she would not have been able to wear any of her summer dresses. And Mother knows people would wonder why she was wearing a winter dress —  with a high neckline that covered all of her chest and neck —  when it was most definitely not cold during this time of the year.

“But I will try to behave,” Cassian said with a small smile, leaving a kiss on the top of her head.

And he did try to be on his best behaviour. They mingled a bit, receiving congratulations for their engagement from the ladies and gentleman present. Some of them were sincere, some of them were clearly fake, intrusive questions and remarks veiled in honeyed words, and others were simply curious.  Cassian knew how to play courtier but it was something that usually left him drained, made him want to turn around and leave. Nesta, on the other hand, was a natural. She had a way with words that filled him with admiration for her, helding her  “I will eat my enemies for breakfast” look that would make even the most fearless gentleman or meanest lady run away crying.

Yet he knew how she did not enjoy staying in packed places for too long, how lots of noise and people left her tired and anxious, especially if the crowd was surrounding her, leaving her overwhelmed. So after what he deemed enough time for socialisation, Cassian managed to make up an excuse with a polite smile, quickly and efficiently directing them to his private box.

“Some people need to mind their own business,” Nesta grumbled as they got seated “That old hag Lady Hatt had the audacity to inquire of how much my dowry was! She has no shame. No wonder her daughter is still unmarried, she asks the most invasive things”

“However, you dealt perfectly with her, Nes” Cassian said, passing her a flute of champagne.

“I did, didn’t I?” Nesta replied with a hint of smugness, recording Lady Hatt’s ashamed and incredulous face.

Intertwining their hands, Cassian kissed her palm. “You are the most incredible woman I have ever met, my dear”

Not for the first time in the evening Nesta felt butterflies in her stomach. Cassian frequently praised her, telling her how smart and beautiful she was, how much he adored her. It eased her heart, having him assure her of his feelings. Even though Nesta knew he loved her, she could not help but feel insecure sometimes, as if this was all a dream and one day Cassian would wake up and realise he did not love her, that he could find someone more worthy of his affections. She, of course, never told him that. Those negative thoughts came from a place of self-doubt, and she knew how silly she would have sounded were she to voice them out loud. She also did not want Cassian to think she did not trust him.

Trying to disperse these intrusive thoughts, Nesta looked at the stage, the lights turning off and the curtains opening to declare the beginning of the performance.

Gwyn looked stunning, the stage lights making it seem as if her copper hair was on fire, and when she sang she shined as bright as the sun. Nesta loved to watch Gwyn perform, be it on stage or a rehearsal or just her humming a melody when they had their reading meet ups with Emerie. Her singing brought a sense of easiness and peace to Nesta that it healed her soul, that made her want to lay down and listen to Gwyn’s voice until she fell asleep.

“I am going to the powder room” Nesta told Cassian at the end of the last song.

“Take your time, I will be waiting here for you” he said with a smile, tenderly kissing her.

“I will not take long,” she assured him.

Nesta was near the powder room when she heard voices, her name being mentioned among the conversation.

“I cannot understand how the General Commander got engaged to that lowly woman,” Lady Hatt was saying “her father was a merchant, for Mother’s sake!! And her mother was nothing but a noble in name only. Her house had fallen so low no one remembers their name”

“But mama, Lady Archeron’s father was a baronet. '' Nesta identified the other voice as belonging to Lady Hart’s daughter, young Miss Eunice.

“Do not be stupid, Eunice. He bought that title. He could have been the son of a fisherman who got lucky and managed to buy a title but his family will never be one of us” Lady Hatt snorted, “Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted by the General Commander’s horrible choice of wife? That poor gentleman, seduced by that woman’s peasant ways”

Nesta decided she had had enough, walking into the powder room. Yet while Lady Hatt was too busy reapplying her make up to notice Nesta coming in, her daughter did, her face paling when she met Nesta’s hard cold blue-grey eyes.

 “You should have been the one to marry him. You come from a distinguished bloodline from both sides of the family and are an extraordinarily accomplished young lady. You only talk when talked to, know how to respect your father and brother and do not go around messing with the peasants as Lady Archeron does.”

“I am quite certain that I have already told you that my private matters concern me and anyone else, Lady Hatt” Nesta declared, looking down her nose at the older woman “And as such concern too my relations with people who you find in yourself to deem ‘lowly’.”

“If you are so opposed to interacting with those who lack ‘true’ noble blood, you may stop frequenting art galleries and this very theatre, for the arts are not attached solely with those who have in their possession certain fortune,” she took a step in Lady Hatt’s direction, making her trip and land on the chair behind her “Furthermore, I may remind you that General Commander Cassian can very well decided for himself who to choose as his wife. He who would never make a choice purely based on his superficial values such as status and money. To suggest he is that shallow is an insult to his person”

“As you can see, no matter of blood or title could make him look at any young lady of marriageable age, especially one with such a horrid mother as you” she added with a piercing glare “I take pity on Lady Eunice. May she find a husband who loves her enough to tolerate his mother in law.”

“I beg your pardon!” Lady Hatt exclaimed furiously.

“At last, may I remind you that although my father has passed away his business is still active. And I am the one overseeing them. Our business has plenty of contracts with your husband, am I right?” Nesta gave her a feline smile “it would be a shame were we to end our agreements, would it not?”

“Are you threatening me?” shouted Lady Hatt.

“I do not make threats. I make promises.”

Deciding she had wasted enough time with someone as insignificant as Lady Hatt, Nesta simply turned her back and left, designing only to curtly nod her head to Lady Eunice. She had been gone for too long, Cassian would be wondering where she was.

Yet it seemed luck was not on her side this night, for came face to face with none other than Detective Sherlock Holmes as she walked down the halfway.

“Lady Archeron! What a pleasant surprise!”

“I wish I could say the same,” she muttered. She had no patience whatsoever to deal with that buffon.

“It is a sign of heaven! It must be a sign that we are meant to be together, the universe is constantly connecting us” Sherlock said in a certain and sure manner.

“Excuse you, sir” Nesta replied in anger “I do not know if you are aware, but I am engaged. My marriage is set in a weeks time”

Sherlock did not seem the least worried about that fact, waving a hand in dismissal.

“Oh I heard during my travels that the General Commander had gotten engaged. Picture my surprise when I discovered that his bride was none other than the very same lady who held my intentions of marriage! I simply could not believe it.”

“Well, you better believe it now.” she made to step aside from him and go back to Cassian’s private box, but the detective got in her way.

“Sir! Get out of my way!”

“Please, you cannot be serious that you are entertaining the idea of really marrying that man.” Sherlock had the audacity to reach for Nesta’s hand, securing it between his “If you only stopped to think about it you would see that I am a better choice than that barbarian. Besides, your questionable choice must have certainly been based purely on lustful instincts. You have a higher moral caliber than that, my lady.”

Nesta was saved from punching Sherlock as she had once punched Tomas by the arrival of the subject of their talk.

“I politely request that you release my fianceé this instant before you make me indeed act  as a barbarian,” Cassian snarled.

Nesta looked to find Cassian beside her, and the sight was like nothing she had ever seen. Cassian was lethal, his hazel eyes fixed on Sherlock with predatory intent. His nostrils were flared and his muscles were taut, his bigger and leaner frame mocking Sherlock’s smaller and softer one.

But Sherlock was so self absorbed and oblivious to anything except himself that he did not see the danger lurking behind Cassian’s eyes.

“Forgive my rudeness,” letting go of Nesta’s hand, he bowed apologetically “What can I say to make my lady change her mind?”

“She is not your lady” Cassian stepped between them “She is mine. Do not insult her ever again, she has made her position very clear. And if I ever hear that you are hounding her or any other young lady again, I will make sure to make your life very uncomfortable.”

Nesta placed her hand on Cassian’s arm, and he let out a tense breath, relaxing his stance and sliding a hand on top of hers, covering it with his.

“Let’s go, my love” she murmured and they left Sherlock standing in the hallway without a glance back.

He was quiet on their way to the carriage, only saying that Azriel would be returning later and would take another coach. The silence extended for a few minutes on their ride before Cassian finally spoke.

“Forgive me, I acted rashly and without thinking. It was very rude of me and I am ashamed of my actions,” he dropped his head on his hands “I spent the entire night wanting to kill every single man that looked at you. This possessiveness is far from what you deserve but I cannot help it.”

He looked up, his eyes filled with distress. “Do you have any idea how many gentlemen came to me tonight to congratulate me on my luck of getting married to you? You are desired by many Nesta, and I do not how I was fortunate enough to be deemed worthy of you. I am the luckiest bastard out there.”

“Cassian—”

“I also want to apologize for not giving you a longer engagement,” he rubbed his neck in embarrassment “I am guilty to say I did not want a long one because I feared you would change your mind and realise you deserved more than a bastard born nobody who had been adopted into a prestigious family. I am sorry that my courting may have been lacking but I greedly admit I wanted to marry you fast given my worries. And maybe that makes me an awful man but I am too in love with you to let you get away from me.”

Nesta could not believe her ears. Had her and Cassian been thinking the same thing all this time? Had both of them been holding their insecurities close to their heart and hiding their fears when they both thought the same thing?

“Cassian. My love, look at me” she held his face tenderly, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones “I have never wanted a long engagement when it came to you. I could not care less if we stayed engaged for one year or one week, as long as I could call you my husband when the time came. I do not care about a long engagement. In fact, I wanted to get married to you as soon as possible too.”

“You did?” he asked with surprise, his hands closing around her wrists.

“Yes,” she let out a humorless laugh “I could not stand all of those mamas who kept throwing their daughters at you because they think you are too good for me. And I agree with them. You are too good for me. I am the one who is not worthy of you. Your courting was everything I could have dreamed of and it made me realise how little was I going to settle for had I accepted Tomas Mandray’s proposal.”

“Nesta, my dear Nes,” he gently kissed her, pouring all of his love on that single kiss “Never speak those words again. You are worthy of a romance book love. You are deserving of a happily ever after and it would make me the happiest man alive to be your prince charming. Promise me you will never utter those words or be bothered by the meanless gossip of envious women.”

“As long as you promise me the same thing,” she stubbornly said “ You are more worthy than all the gentlemen from the purest bloodlines I have met, and more deserving of happiness than any other. The only happily ever after I wish can be found with you. You are not my prince charming but the king of my heart.”

Cassian was not ashamed when he felt tears running down his face, recalling when a drunk Nesta had asked him if he was her king all those months ago at Pemberley.

“I promise you,” Nesta said, brushing his tears “Do you promise me?”

“I do,” he said, kissing her again.

The rest of the ride to the Archeron manor was spent in comfortable silence, and Cassian regretted having to part with Nesta. He wanted to go inside and hold her until she fell asleep. He wanted to wake up with her in his arms and be the first one to say good morning to her.

One week left, he thought to himself on the way to his apartment, just one more week.

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[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XXIII

Part I - - - - - - - - - Part XX - - - - Part XXI - - - - Part XXII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

The office was quiet but for the occasional shuffling of flimsi and tapping of datapads.

Bail Organa and Mon Mothma pointedly did not exchange a glance behind Padme’s back.

Senator Mothma set down her pad and broke the silence. “Padme...are you alright?” she asked softly.

“I’m fine Mon, let’s just go over the bill,” Padme responded stiffly.

Mothma hesitated. “That’s not the only reason I asked you here, Padme.”

Padme stood, chair scraping gratingly. “I see; I’ve already had the Chancellor pry me today in an attempt to exploit my ‘connections’ to the Jedi—as though they’re droids and not flesh-and-blood people who any average person could strike a friendship with—but I had thought better of you two; I suppose my faith was—”

“That’s not what I meant—” Mon pleaded.

“We’re concerned about you,” Bail insisted gently. “You don’t have to tell us anything about the Jedi that you don’t feel comfortable doing so.”

Padme paused, then reluctantly sat back down.

“My apologies,” she muttured. “It’s been...a long day. I’ve been asked by the Chancellor for help in breaking some news that...I’d rather not.”

The senators waited patiently for Padme to collect her thoughts. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “General Kenobi has suffered from...force...I really don’t think there’s a way of saying this that doesn’t sound bad.”

“I had heard rumors that he was missing at meetings the last few days...has something serious happened?” Bail asked, concerned.

Padme shuddered. “This office is...”

“It’s clean,” Mothma confirmed quietly. “I have it checked independently anytime I’m gone for more then 15 minutes, with random deep-scans.”

“Would you mind...”

Mon nodded and the three waited in silence until the Chandurllian senator’s pad trilled the all-clear.

“Master Kenobi tried to kill himself earlier this week,” Padme confessed lowly. Mon straightened up in a sudden locking of knees and elbows, face drawn into tight lines. Bail’s hands flew to his mouth, tears forming.

“Knight Skywalker got to him in time, and he was in a coma until this morning when he apparently ‘ranted about ending the one’s responsible for the war’ and then vanished, along with Anakin.”

Mon grew very pale and Bail moved both hands from his mouth to his eyes.

“Fuck,” he said softly. “Just...fuck.”

Padme nodded in agreement and Mon inhaled deeply.

Bail rubbed way tears and straightened up resolutely. “How can we help?” he asked Padme. “How does the Chancellor want to handle releasing the news?”

She smiled weakly. “He’s leaving the exact wording up to me, but wants to make the announcement during the next full Senate gathering.”

“What!” Mon half-shouted, shocked. “There’ll be a riot! Surely a bulletin—even a press conference would be better for encouraging a moderate reaction—people will be shouting before he’s through the first sentence!”

“I know,” Padme agreed with a grimace. “But he wants ‘transparency.’“

“He wants panic,” Bail fumed.

“I’m trying to decide if it would better or worse to include the part about suicide,” Padme said bitterly. “Mental health breakdown and disappearance of the Republic’s highest General doesn’t leave much room for confidence or privacy.”

Mon clutched Padme’s hand in support. “I’ll have a PR team on standby. We can prepare resources for anyone who has questions, avoid conspiracy theories from spinning out. I already had a project on the backburner to put together own set of holoclips of the Jedi working towards peace—a counter to the ‘warmongering’ narrative, so to speak. It should be easy enough to adapt.”

“The Chancellor’s going to turn this into another military spending bill,” Bail predicted grimly. “We’ll make sure there’s a proviso in there to provide actual support for the Jedi in the field; I’ll make sure to get a legal team on viper in the grass duty as soon as the responses start coming out.”

“Thank you,” Padme said, gripping Mon’s hand over-tightly in return. She turned to the Alderannian senator. “I’m sorry Bail, I know you two are close.”

Bail exhaled slowly. “This war...I’ve seen Obi-Wan survive so much, and everytime he pulls off the impossible...”

“He’s rewarded with another burden on his shoulders,” Padme finished sympathetically. “Yes, I’ve been watching the same thing happen to Anakin. It’s—if the separatist movement hadn’t resolved into such a democratic and humanitarian nightmare—”

“You should go home and get some rest, Padme,” Mon urged. “It’s late, and the we’re all going to need to be sharp tomorrow. Who knows, maybe some new information will materialize before the afternoon.”

“Why Mon, that’s almost optimistic of you,” Bail remarked dryly.

Mon flashed him a wry grin, looking at Padme out of the corner of her eye. “Well. She did say Anakin with AWOL—”

“Oh do be quiet,” Padme huffed.

Despite the ever growing desire for sleep, it was another long hour before the Senator from Naboo departed. The pair were just turning to their seats after escorting Padme out when Bail let out a startled yelp; Mon instinctively kicked at the sudden small green blur.

Fortunately, when you’re green and the height of most humanoid’s knees, you become quite experienced at avoiding such reflexive 

“Master Yoda! What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” Senator Mothma staggered backwards, reverting to defensiveness to cover up her embarrassment at attempting to punt the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order.

“Has his ways, a Jedi does,” Yoda replied mysteriously. Mon Mothma nodded seriously as Bail restrained himself from rolling his eyes. He had spent far too much time around Obi-Wan for deliberate Jedi vagueness to hold much weight. 

“Can I—May I offer you a seat?” Mon asked, quickly recovering her diplomatic grace. “I’m afraid that you’ve just missed Senator Amidala, but I’m sure she would be eager to return; I understand she’s...concerned for Master Kenobi.”

The wizened Master shook his head, ears flopping as he hopped onto Padme’s recently vacated chair, standing on the cusioned seat as the two senators’ settled down. The sight should, perhaps, have been comical. But the weight of his gaze...Bail held his breath. Perhaps Jedi mystique did still have some affect on him.

“Come to speak with the two of you, I did. Missed Mistress Amidala, I have, I know. Deliberate, this was.”

Mon and Bail frowned, exchanging a slow look of pointed disapproval. Bail spoke hesitantly but with touch of reproach. “I’m certain she would prefer to be here, regardless of the news—Padme has suffered for her public defense of the Jedi, I should hope that that friendship is returned, especially in hard times”

Yoda’s ears drooped. “A great Jedi, she would have made, in another life. Vibrant, she is in the Force. Loud to a Jedi, regardless of sensitivity. But needed now, quiet is.” 

Yoda’s gaze pierced Bail and he warmed inexplicably. “Quiet the two of you are. Brilliant, wide but in the Force...” Yoda broke the gaze, growing contemplative.

“Unique in the force, each soul is. That can be read, rare is the mind. More difficult to discern, currents, intentions, manner, it is with some, it is with you. And now, Quiet we need.”

The two settled back, uneasily flattered. “Master Yoda—it’s an honor of course, to be considered an individual worthy of confidence, but why exactly do you have need of quiet minds? Of us?” Senator Mothma asked finally.

The diminutive Master sagged. “By actions you would do, trust you have earned. But always in motion, the future is. A heavy burden, to carry, I must ask you. Without cause, I would not ask. But once tell you this I do—” 

To the politicians shock Master Yoda’s simmed to glisten with unshed tears. “—Guarantee your safety I cannot.”

The air hung warm and heavy for a timeless moment and a chill ran up both their spines. But neither were individuals particularly given to indesicion in the face of looming danger. 

“How can we help?” Mon asked, the words echoing over far more than an hour. 

“We know something is wrong with Obi-Wan,” Bail added softly. “Whatever we can do to right it—Obi-Wan is a friend, the Jedi are our allies, and the Republic is our duty.”

Mon nodded firmly.

Yoda stared at them each in turn, eyes searching and ancient.

“Working with the Separatists, the Chancellor is,” he said bluntly. “Evidence of this, we have, but not proof. Controlling, the Separatists, the Chancellor is. Evidence of this we have also, but not proof. The truth it is.”

“Evidence?” Bail parroted hoarsely, mentally assembling his own grim circumstantial coronation even as his understanding of the conversation’s direction fell apart.

The Jedi Master drew two small glittering objects from his pocket—a datachip and a microslide. 

“In the brain of a trooper, this we found.” he said gravely. “In the brain of all clones, this lies. Orders, it contains. Evil, is it. Free will, it can control. Decode it we have. To the Chancellor, tied these orders are.”

“Force,” Mon murmured in horror, responding automatically. “He already controls the public, and the courts—”

“And over half the senate,” Bail added bitterly.

“A Sith, he is,” Yoda continued with a sigh. “A Sith he has always been. A return to an Empire, he aims.”

There was a long heady pause as the two grappled with the return of the ancient boogeyman of the Republic and the repeated derailing of their night’s direction. 

“Fuck,” Senator Mothma said delicately, thinking wistfully of two hours ago when she had planned on confronting Padme yet again on her relationship with a young Jedi.

“Said the same, did we.”

The Alderannian Senator rubbed his temples, trying to come to terms with consecutive massive shocks from the already unexpected conversation. “Is Obi-Wan alright?” he asked eventually.

The small Elder hummed thoughtfully in reply. Bail tensed.

“No and yes. Suffer much, he has. Broken he is, but not shattered. A plan he has. His idea to include you, it is. The bravest man in the galaxy, he called you.” Yoda said, offering Senator Organa a sad smile.

Bail leaned back, stunned. “Me? But—why me?” he asked bewildered.

“Know not, I do,” the Jedi said with a shrug. “Seen the future, he has. A future where saved his life, you did. Saved my life. Saved something too precious to name, you did. Matters little, it does. A future that must not come to pass, it is, even as learn from it. we do.”

“...I think you’re going to have to explain that somewhat,” Mon replied sternly as Bail’s head spun.

Yoda nodded and the three settled in for a sleepless night of planning treason.

Part XXIV

#star wars #my au #star wars au no 27 #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au

[secretsandwriting]

Ok so I was on that site which gives u prompts cause I saw it on Pinterest and I thought maybe send these prompts to you so ya ^^

I can see this happening

The friend whispering is def Jason

Don't mind me, just casually tucking the last one away to write a longer version of later...

They're very short. But it's 2:30 and I'm not very tired since I screwed myself with a nap from 5:30-9 this evening.

"Damian, you need to let go! I'm going to miss my flight!" You were going on a trip for work but Damian didn't want to let you go. So he was acting like a child and refusing to let you go.

"Damian! This is important!" He mumbled something into your back that you couldn't understand. "Damian al Ghul Wayne let go of me now!" He just held on tighter. "Damian please! I need to go. It's for work! I'll only be gone a week and no I won't cancel. Believe it or not I like my job and want to keep it! Just let me go!!" He mumbled into your back again. "I can't understand you when you're taking into my back."

Finally he pulled his head away, whether or not you would like what he had to say was unknown. It could be anything with Damian.

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" That was unexpected. Out of everything you thought he might have said, that wasn't one of them.

"... What do you usually do when I'm gone?" Maybe he was just trying a new tactic to get you to stay? But probably not. Damian wasn't one who really liked to manipulate people for reasons as simple as this.

"Wait for you to come back…" You almost missed it and from his silence. It was true but he didn't mean for it to slip and he was hoping you didn't hear it.

"Well, I'm sure you could see if Jon and Billy are free. Maybe do a bit more patrolling, you haven't had much time to paint recently so you could do that." Damian pulled you closer again and his head was back in your back.

"Damian if I miss my flight. You're staying back at the manor for the next month and I'm going to spend the entire month with your entire family except you." You were dating a grown ass child.

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"What the fuck?!" Tim stared down at his coffee cup. Written on it was "Tem".

Tem. How the fuck did anyone get Tem from Tim. There's an obvious difference.

The next time he got coffee, his name was spelled wrong again. And again and again. But sometimes it was right. So he started paying more attention. It only happened when the barista Y/n was there. Then his name was spelled wrong, or just a completely different name that was close enough to it.

"What are you doing?" Dick came up behind him and looked at the list he had on his computer.

"This is a list of all the wrong ways Y/n has spelled my name." Dick whistled as he looked through the list.

Tem,

Tiim

Tiiiiiiiiiiiim

Teeeeem

Timê

Jim

Him

Thim

Sim

Hem

Toim

And the list went on. He kept adding whenever there was a new one. But it was getting annoying. Finally one day, after a bad day he'd had it. Thankfully he was the only customer.

"Why the fuck are you always spelling my name wrong. It's not even an accident with at least 90% of them!" Y/n just stared at him and pointed at the other girl who was working.

"I blame Myah, she's the one who told me." What? Even Myah looked offended.

"Excuse you, I just said I spelled the names of those I found attractive wrong. I never said to do it!"

Tim felt the heat of a blush coming up and watched Y/n's face go red. Oh. That's not what he expected. Y/n found him attractive? Shit. The only reason he hadn't snapped before was because she was pretty.

"Um…" he was about to start embarrassing himself if he spoke but that was the only nice way out of this. A slam against the counter shocked them both. Myah was standing there staring at the two.

"You two are hopeless! Just exchange numbers!"

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Dick couldn't help himself, you had been invited to the gala and frankly, the best looking person there. The dress you wore was stunning, it fit you perfectly. The color was stunning, it matched your skin and made you look like you were glowing. The dim lighting of the room only made it more obvious.

He heard more than saw someone come up next to him. Judging but the size, it was Jason. Which could only mean one thing.

"Why are you so thirsty?" He looked to see Jason staring at him. A grin with nothing but trouble in it. "Maybe we should go talk to her."

"No! I mean I should probably go talk with th-" Jason grabbed him by the wrist and started pulling him in your direction. If he fought too much it would make a scene. So he started praying and went along.

"Oh! Hi Jason and Dick!" He was screwed. Your voice was so pretty.

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"How the fuck is she sleeping? And so close to him too?" Dick stared at you, trying to figure out how you could sleep right next to Jason when his snoring sounded like a train! It wasn't fair.

"I mean, they've lived together for a few years now. She's probably used to it by now." Tim looked like he was about to crash. But considering the fact he hadn't slept in 3 days, it wasn't surprising.

"Either that or she sleeps like the dead." Damian chimed in. He looked ready to murder Jason. But then again, Dick was considering it too.

"Unfortunately, the girls won't let us out until they finish their project…" it was going to be a long night.

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