#that house is HUGE....you can probably fit in another bath and two bedrooms....

[theramseyloft]

Beginner’s housing for a pet pigeon

We can go into the complexities involved in housing multiple pigeons at a later time.

Right now, we’re going to focus primarily on setting up for a single bird who is intended to be a companion animal.

The biggest problem you are going to run into is that the housing commercially available for birds is designed either to display a finch or a parrot.

Finch cages make excellent hospital cages for pigeons, but that is their only useful application.

A Hospital cage needs to be small to discourage the bird from moving around too much and doing anything other than eating and drinking, so that their recovery, be that from disease or injury, can progress with as few delays as possible.

A healthy bird cannot tolerate this degree of confinement for long.

Parrot cages are huge and expensive, but too narrow for a pigeon to be physically able to use.

The bare minimum requirements for any cage a pigeon will be housed in for more than an hour a day is that it be two inches wider than the full wingspan of the bird at the narrowest point, to allow their wings at least an inch of clearance on either side.

They are cliff nesters that don’t roost on branches. Round perches hurt their feet, so they need either flat platforms or square perches.

Pigeons cannot climb the way parrots can. They can only walk or fly, and they cannot comfortably fly if their wings will clip into things like hanging toys or ramps.

So they tend to prefer their enclosure be as uncluttered as possible.

Socialization is best done outside the enclosure, so that’s where most of the toys should be.

Dog kennels set up like this one above are kinder to both the pigeons and the wallets of their care taker than pretty much any indoor bird cage available.

A Labrador sized (usually marketed as a “Large”) kennel will fit bird about homer sized and smaller.

Larger breeds or breeds with longer flight and tail feathers will need a larger size as a base line.

These are very simple to modify.

The nest box is a bunny/ferret corner litter box, about $8-10 at most pet shops. Easy to clean and comfortable.

The perch is a garden stake cut to length, about $5 from the garden center at Walmart or a hardware store like Lowes or home Depot.

Honestly, if I had this to do over, the birds would get a wider, shallower food dish.

Pigeons are ground foragers. It’s easier for them to eat comfortably from a shallow dish than a deep one.

The water dish can be as deep as the pigeon can reach the bottom of.

This is the upper level of a ferret nation Double modified for my first breeding pair of Lucerne waaaay back before my loft was built, when I had a grand total of four breeding pair of pigeons and 16 pairs of Ringneck doves.

This one also has a garden steak cut to fit as a perch.

Their nest box is a large dog bowl full of timothy hay.

Notice that this enclosure has a single hanging bell toy exactly at standing head height for the birds, well out of the way of their wings.

This probably looks unbearably spartan, especially if you come form a parrot back ground.

Remember that pigeons cannot climb and will not fly in a space where their wings may bump into clutter.

The cage for an indoor pet pigeon should serve the same function as the kennel does for an indoor dog:

That is NOT where the dog lives!

At most, it’s where they sleep at night, and where a puppy stays when they can’t be supervised until they’ve learned the house rules.

Pigeons are absolutely smart enough to learn house rules just like a dog or cat.

And pet pigeons are happiest when they have the freedom of motion to exercise, play, and interact with their human flock mates at will.

While they can free fly an entire house, a single bedroom is enough space for most breeds to move around happily.

Pigeon proofing is pretty simple.

They aren’t capable of chewing like parrots, so no need to worry about your electrical chords being damaged and your bird giving them self a nasty shock.

They can’t damage wood or drywall or fabric by chewing.

Pigeons don’t eat plants, but do like the feel of ripping them and will use strips of leaves as nest bedding, so house plants may need to be protected by glass covers.

Things displayed on shelves in the room or rooms the pigeon will have access to need to be heavy enough or well enough wedged in that the bird can’t pull them down if they land awkwardly on them or push them off if they bump into or try to squeeze past them.

Papers need to be stored where they won’t be scattered by the wind that their powerful wings kick up in flight.

Any crevices too high or awkward for you to easily clean need to be blocked some how.

Poop is simple.

The poop of a well fed, healthy pigeon with a good diet should be round and solid enough that it can be easily picked up with a square of toilet paper or a tissue when wet or vacuumed up when dry.

Once you know your bird’s favorite perches, you can make clean up even easier on yourself by laying down puppy pads under them that you can just change out as often as needed.

Once a pigeon has mastered the house rules, you can do away with the cage entirely.

This is the feeding station we set up for Ankhou and Bird-bird.

On the little feed tray for cats were the feeder and waterer with oystershell offered free choice from a dish between them.

Pigeons are one of the very few animals that recognize their reflection in the mirror as a a reflected view of themselves, instead of another bird.

Most like to practice dancing, strutting, their sweeping charge, and bow-cooing in front of mirrors, so those are excellent enrichment for them.

Being cliff nesters, bricks are simply the most comfortable thing for a pigeon to stand on.

Strutting back and forth on the rough surface in front of a mirror will help them keep their claws blunted.

The bricks are holding down a crinkle sack for cats, laid out flat. 

Pigeons love noise stims. Particularly crinkly, jingly, or chiming.

The noise it made made dancing in front of the mirror extra fun on the crinkle mat.

The dead keyboard serves a similar function.

This beans box from Walmart full of straw served as Bird-Bird’s nest box.

She laid eggs fairly regularly, and slept in there most of the time.

Ankhou was a man of simple tastes. 

This baby doll blanket on the nightstand at my bedside was where he slept at night.

Social bird was social and wanted to be as close as possible to us at all times and involved somehow in everything we did.

Pigeons like to take baths, and our free flying pet liked to be offered the opportunity to take one when we showered, but did not like to actually be in the shower with us.

So we got him a little pyrex casserole dish about as long as he was that stayed on the side of the bathtub and made a habit of filling it for him before we got into the shower.

Anhkou didn’t care much for forage pans or puzzle toys, but many pigeons do and they are very simple to make.

A pan or tray with a few fists full of straw, paper strips, sand, or a mix of all three with a high value treat like Safflower seeds sprinkled in to find mimics the way rock doves would forage for seed in the wild.

Puzzle feeders for pigeons are as simple to make as crumpling a sheet of paper with a few high value seeds inside.

Pigeons love crinkly sounds and tugging on the crumpled paper or blowing it around by flapping at it will reward them with a few spilled seeds and a fun noise.

The little wicker balls for kitties with a jingle bell inside complete the holy trinity of stick-texture, shiny, and jingly, and many pigeons love to kick, peck, and toss them.

They like to pick up and shake and toss bread ties with a small jingle bell fastened to the end.

Bird-Bird’s favorite toy was the bell intended to go on a kittens collar. 

She liked to strut around with it holding it by the loop by which it was supposed to fasten and very softly jingling it.

Q-tips with the cotton tips removed and toothpicks with blunted or clipped ends are basically pigeon Legos.

Miniature wind chimes like this little angel and her harp are fun auditory stims too.

If you can swing it (ha!), pigeons enjoy swings, as long as the perch is flat.

Experiment with your birds and see what kind of enrichment they enjoy. ^v^

[thran-duils]

Nowhere to Run (P.2)

Title: Nowhere to Run (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Stony. Reader was caught unknowingly stealing from the capitol harvest and is drug to the capitol for punishment. She is offered an option to go to trial or accept work in the main government building. Upon her tour, she ends up in trouble and catches eyes of two of the Master Council that decide she needs to be broken in by their hands. Words: 6,130 Warnings (for this chapter): Non-con, servitude, forced orgasms, verbal and emotional abuse, double penetration, unprotected sex Author’s Notes: Definitely biting Mother Gothel vibes when Tony says, “No? Oh...” Also, sorry that this got so long but also not sorry.

Part One || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

The courtyard between the villas was swathed in flowers and shrubbery. Despite how scared you were to be here, you came to a stop in the pathway, looking around in awe. This kind of garden was one you dreamed of to have and lay in, soaking up the sun. Your hands came up to your sheer hood of your robe to push it back — before leaving the Capitol you had been given a robe, a symbol of your assignment. It was white and embroidered with flowers and upon seeing the garden, you spotted the flower it was based off of. You had not seen it in any other part of the Capitol yet and surmised it was specifically here and therefore, the reason for the embroidery choice. It was deep blue, weaving in vines around the pillar. You reached out, rubbing one of the petals between your fingers gently.

Tsu snapped his fingers in your face, getting your attention once more.

“We don’t have a lot of time. The Masters are in a council meeting, and they’ll be expecting you to be settled in and starting your tasks by the time they return. Now I was told you will be assigned primarily to Master Rogers and Master Stark.” He leaned in close and hissed, “And please heed my warning: obey. They are not known to be forgiving.”

He looked serious and you nodded, “Noted.”

“I hope so. They won’t be lenient about back talk. Do not repeat what you did at the capitol building.”

Tsu turned on his heel and continued on, taking a path towards one of the villas. “This is Mr. Roger’s.”

It infuriated you that they all had such large houses just to themselves. Many around the country shared the houses with multiple families and they were nowhere near the size of these.

And being inside, you were even more upset seeing how lacking homeliness there was to the place. It was all marble flooring, minimalist, and cold, really. He gave you direction about the rooms, nodding in acknowledgment when you passed a couple of other servants. They nodded quickly back before moving on to continue their tasks. Your eyes lingered on the large, canopied bed in the master bedroom. Why someone needed that big of a bed just for themselves was beyond you. But the Capitol was greedy, and it was so because of the council members living above their actual needs.

Your mouth watered as you were led to the kitchen; dinner was being prepared and it smelled delicious. The cook himself was skinny and you wondered if he was ever rewarded with the fruits of his labor. You were to attend to the morning tasks specifically and the cook showed you where the coffee was — a delicacy that apparently Master Rogers enjoyed every morning — and where he would leave the prepped food for you to cook for breakfast. On top of preparing his outfit for the day to lay out and getting his toiletries ready for after his shower.

“Am I to do the same at Master Stark’s as well?” you asked Tsu, who nodded. “How can I be expected to be in two places at once? Who is first?”

“They will work that out amongst themselves and inform you. Come now, over to Master Stark’s. Apparently one of his maids has fallen… under the weather.” You furrowed your brow at the hesitance and Tsu leaned in, “We shan’t expect to see her for probably nine months.”

You felt bile swirling.

“It happens from time to time with the Master’s maids. Why, Master Wilson had one just last month.”

“Charming. I’m so glad that’s a common occurrence that no one bats an eye,” you muttered.

Tsu wagged his finger at you, “That’s that attitude I was talking about. I’m not going to be here to remind you to keep it reined in. You’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

Master Stark’s house was across the courtyard. His house was just as unwelcoming and darker in interior design. There were many sky lights, a huge one over his sunken living room. You stepped down, looking at the plush couch and the large flat screen mounted on the wall. Again, so much space for just one person. His bedroom was facing the forest with a bed as large as Master Roger’s and you walked along the windows, staring out as Tsu led you to show you the master bath. You stared at the shower, taking in the floating shower head above and the wooden bench along the wall. That must be relaxing.

“Servants quarters are downstairs. There’s some in every villa. I’m not sure which one you’ll be in but again, they’ll let you know.”

He was leading you back through the hall, pointing out an office and a library. You stuck your head inside the library curiously, your mouth falling open at the walls of books. Back home, you had the pleasure of a collection, but it was not even a quarter of this.

“Come on, Y/N. We don’t have a lot of—” he stopped hearing noise downstairs, the front door slamming it sounded like.

“Matilda!” A man bellowed.

“Shit. He’s back already,” Tsu hissed before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the library.

Coming along the exposed hallway, you looked past the glass railing over the living room. A woman was in front of who you assumed was Master Stark. He was sneering at her already, “You forget yourself, Matilda. I told you to have my bath ran by the time I returned. Perhaps missing dinner will be in order for you.”

“I’m sorry, master,” she said looking nervous, her head bowed.

Master Stark was dark haired and handsome. He was dressed smartly in a fitted suit, you still able to make out the tautness of his body. The movement at the stairs caught his attention. He took his sunglasses off seeing the pair of you coming down the stairs.

“Master Stark,” Tsu greeted as you approached. He gave a curt bow, and you followed his lead.

Chestnut eyes followed your movement, and you did your best to avert your own gaze. You instead looked at the other woman, seeing the red in her cheeks at being berated.

“I was just showing Y/N around yours and Master Roger’s homes to get her acquainted.”

“Right. The new wench,” Master Stark remarked. You bristled at the term ‘wench’ and shot him an annoyed look. His lips twitched seeing your expression before you averted your gaze again, knowing you had let your temper get the better of you. “Leave us. I can take it from here.”

Tsu nodded and gave another bow. “Good day, Master Stark.”

He left without looking back and you suddenly felt vulnerable without him.

“Girl, come to me,” Master Stark said, snapping his fingers at you like you were a pet. To Matilda he ordered, “What are you still doing standing there, you idiot? Get upstairs and start my bath! Do you wish to miss breakfast as well?”

“No, sir,” she said shaking her head and turning to go up the stairs you had just come down hastily.

You closed the space between the two of you, standing a foot from him, your arms clasped in front of you.

“You were told you are to prepare my clothes and breakfast later in the morning than Steve’s?”

Steve must be Master Rogers.

“Yes, sort of,” you responded in a timid voice.

“Speak up. Muttering annoys the absolute fuck out of me.”

“Yes,” you rose your voice. “But I was unsure which house to be at first. Thank you for answering that for me. What time do you want me here, Master Stark?”

He sighed, “Steve is always up at the asscrack of dawn. Usually about five.” You held back at a grimace knowing you would need to be awake well before then yourself then. “I don’t usually get up until eight. That gives you a couple hours at least at his place beforehand. And you know, before this goes any further, let me see you. Strip.”

“Excuse me?” you asked mortified.

“Did I stutter?” Tony asked dryly. “Untie your dress.”

“No.”

Tony’s eyebrows rose, “‘No’?” He looked sinister, “Oh…”

“No, I mean you didn’t stutter,” you said quickly, trying to correct your misstep.

Amusement was still evident; he did not believe your lie. “Well, get to it then. As I’m sure you heard, I have a bath running and I would like it to be hot.”

Heat creeped up your neck as you reached up and untied the fabric at the back of your neck. He circled slowly, his fingers brushing at your side. You flinched away instinctively, and his hand latched tightly.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No,” you whispered.

“What did I tell you about speaking up? Are you daft?”

“No,” you said louder.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand loosening.

It was one thing to have him examining you like cattle at auction but touching you on top of that was humiliating on a whole new level.

His lecherous examination continued, his fingers following his circle he walked on your skin. He traced down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your ass. His fingers fluttered down and gave a squeeze. You sucked in your cheeks, tensing, but you did not say anything like you had at the Capitol. He held, as if he was waiting. When you stayed still, he made a hum of approval before he moved on.

Fingers ghosted along your shoulder. He was so close; you could feel his breath on you. He was frightening, his presence ominous. You fought to keep your eyes forward and not meet him. You had a feeling that would result in punishment.

He stepped away from you, his hand thankfully gone.

“You’ll do,” he said dismissively.

‘You’ll do’? That was more hurtful than outright telling you that you were not up to his standards. Or was he playing mind games?

“Dress yourself. Before you head over to Steve’s, go and straighten up my library. I had young Master Parker over earlier and he has a terrible fucking habit of not putting things back. I like authors by their last name. Don’t fuck it up, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

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You awoke at 4:30am and dragged yourself from your small cot. You took on the friendly advice given to you by the other servants to use the small glow stick like device to light your way without turning on the actual lights. There was no need to rouse Master Rogers from sleep before he awoke himself; that would piss him off.

Picking up your list that had been left by one of the head servants, you saw you were to pick out his outfit, sort his toiletries, mop the kitchen floor – where were those supplies? – prepare his coffee and breakfast, and lay out his newspaper for him. And wait for further instruction if there were to be any. The only order for his outfit was ‘casual’.

Master Rogers – Steve – was sleeping soundly still. You stared at his form for a few seconds, his muscular arms and chest that were exposed from his silk sheets. He was a large man, handsome too just like Master Stark, with a strong jaw. His blonde hair was splayed across his forehead from his tussling in the night. You were given little to no instruction for his clothing, and you went into his closet blind, holding up the small light you were holding. His room was shrouded in darkness from the curtains being pulled and you were grateful you had brought the light.

In his closet, you fetched a relaxed top and a soft cardigan with slacks. That was as casual as it was getting in his selection of clothes. You kept the hangers and brought them soundlessly out to his bathroom door, hanging them up. You went inside and began gathering the toiletries listed and separated them between the counter near the sink and his shower.

Down in the kitchen, you made first to find the mop and thankfully, it was in the pantry. It was fairly easy to mop the floor, that you were used to. But after that, you stared at the oven before clicking a button you thought was the correct one. It came to life. This was far more technological than you had dealt with, but you had to figure it out. You wished you had had more time with Tsu or the cook yesterday. It took you a moment to figure out where the skillets were, but you were able to get his bacon started and his eggs. His coffee was more difficult than you thought originally. He wanted a latte. You followed the instructions to make an espresso and then whisked the milk, pouring the espresso over it.

As if on cue, you placed the latte next to his plate on the counter as instructed next to his newspaper, and he walked in.

His eyes ran over you, and you gave him a curt bow as Tsu had done for Master Stark. “Good morning, Master Rogers.”

“We haven’t met,” he responded, coming over to his plate and grabbing his newspaper.

“Y/N, sir.”

“Hmm, right. I remember you.”

He remembered you from what?

“I’m to help you in the morning. I hope my outfit choice was appropriate.”

Steve looked down and shrugged half assedly. “It’s comfortable enough.”

Holding back your attitude, you asked, “Is there something I can do different in the future that will please you more?” His eyes flashed lasciviously, and you quickly added, “In regard to your outfit, I mean, sir. Just so I know what to choose.”

“I’m not sure I can teach a mountain girl anything about fashion on a whim. So, just watch the rest of the masters and the council members outfits. I don’t have the energy to try to explain it to you. I’m sure this long, halter gown is the fanciest thing you’ve worn and it’s merely a villa servant’s dress.”

How you wanted to knock him a good one for being so crass. It must have been evident in your expression because his eyes crinkled as he picked up a bite of his eggs, taking a bite.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“No,” you blatantly lied. “How are your eggs, sir?”

“Fine, surprisingly. You made them quite fluffy.”

Steve’s hand moved in what seemed like a very deliberate movement, knocking his cup, and it fell to the floor. Ceramic shattered and his latte flooded around it.

You bit your cheeks to keep from screaming, staring at it. You had just cleaned the floor.

“Oops,” he said flatly, not sounding sorry at all. “Why did you place it so close to the edge?”

He was saying it like it was your fault. This pompous asshole. But you inhaled deeply.

“I’ll make you another one,” you told him calmly although you were screaming internally. He was not going to get a rise out of you that quickly and that easily. Tsu had warned you to obey and you were not going to risk being beaten or worse – time added to your sentence – over spilled coffee.

“Another one…?” He asked expectantly.

“Master Rogers,” you said stiffly.

You bent over and began picking up the shattered pieces first. Scooping them up you brought them over to the trash can and tossed them in.

Turning back around, you caught sight of him staring, his eyes focused on your hips before he met your gaze. He looked aroused and you knew he had been staring at your ass as you were bent over. Nonchalantly, he cleared his throat and looked back down at his newspaper.

You felt relief surprisingly when he said, “I’m sure Tony will be coming back from the land of the dead soon enough. You should hurry over there.”

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You cracked Tony’s door open and quietly slipped in. You saw two figures in the bed as you crept by towards his closet. You used the natural light coming in from the windows to guide yourself through the closet. He had said dark grey for his color scheme, so you did your best, matching the jacket, vest, and slacks but a white dress shirt. The socks and tie you chose were burgundy, a contrast. He had not asked for that, but you would see how that worked.

Quietly, you came back out of the closet and stilled when you saw someone slipping out of the bed. You recognized her in the light… Matilda. She stopped only for a moment, locking eyes with you before snatching her dress off the ground and bringing it up and tying it around her neck. She sneaked out of the room, more than likely going to start her chores. So, he forced someone he verbally abused to his bed.

Gently you walked over to the bathroom and hung up the clothes on the outside of the door. You moved inside and got together the materials the same you had for Steve and put the appropriate ones in the shower and by the sink.

When you emerged, Tony was stirring, and you moved quicker to get out of the room before he was fully awake.

But to no luck.

“Morning, little vixen.”

You stopped in your movement and turned back to face him, clasping your hands. “Good morning, Master Stark. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

His lips up ticked into a closed smile, “I’m sure it is time for me to be awake if I find my bed cold. Night is over and consequently the fun.” He threw the covers back and got back out of bed unabashedly of his naked form. Your eyes widened at his brazen behavior, all of him on display. You turned your head, avoiding looking at him and he chuckled. “You’ll get used to seeing this.”

Tony moved towards the door and eyed the suit choice. He shot you a look and said, “Look at that slight boldness of color. It’s subtle against the neutral but it’s nice. Good choice.”

He winked at you before going into the bathroom. You took that as permission to leave to start his breakfast.

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The whole first day you had put up with both of their antics. They were trying your patience and it was getting to you. You had never crossed two more pretentious men and they were so insulting to their staff. Steve had called you “pigheaded” for placing his newspaper on the right instead of the left of his plate this morning and you wanted to just tear it up in front of him.

You were currently in Tony’s office waiting instruction. There had been a task after breakfast to clean his office and before you started, you wanted more direction, so you did not make a mistake.

He walked in finding you still standing still, and he asked, “You know, to clean, you need to actually be moving?”

“My instructions said to dust but I was not sure what I should touch and not touch, Master Stark. I was waiting for you to give me direction so—”

He cut you off, “When it says dust, just dust. But, you know, I’m actually glad you waited so you’ll be in here longer.” He stalked over to his desk and opened one of his drawers, pulling out a box. He unwrapped it and you watched him pull out a pair of lace, barely there panties. Your heart clenched – he surely did not mean to give those to you? He placed a small device into the crotch of them and held them out to you.

“What’s that?” you asked slowly, not moving.

“I like some entertainment while I work,” Tony commented. “Put them on. They’ll be a snug fit, right up against what I’m sure is a beautiful pussy.” You stared back at him, and Tony returned a challenging look. “Are we going to have a problem?”

At loss for words, you stammered, “I… for what?”

“A problem ‘for what’? Yeah, that’s exactly what my question is. There should not be a problem when I tell you to do something directly. Come over here and fetch them and put them on,” Tony ordered you impatiently. “Before I lose my temper.”

As if you were moving against your own will, your legs moved forward, and you came to the desk. You reached up underneath your gown, his eyes raking over your exposed bare legs. Yanking down your underwear, you tossed them to the side by the desk and took the underwear from him. Hunger was swimming in his eyes, and you swallowed sharply. He was right; they were snug, the protruding part right up against your bud.

He clicked a button on the small remote and the underwear turned on. You grimaced your teeth as you felt the vibration, if only for a few moments.

Tony looked elated at the expression on your face. “Sweetheart, if you can dust everything here without coming, I’ll be so proud.” He leaned forward and winked, “But I’m going to make you work for it. Our work meetings are so boring, and I enjoy watching you women fighting against an orgasm.”

You hated this. You were to clean his office and he was going to be brushing your cunt with his toy.

He picked up the glass by his desk and opened the mini fridge, pulling out the ice cubes. He clunked some into his glass and poured some water over the top of it. Settling back into his chair he eyed you, waiting.

Swallowing your pride, you turned from him and began at the far end at the stacked bookcases. You shuddered as the panties worked at your clit, longer this time. He did not hit the button at regular intervals, so it caught you off guard every time. You would be holding a porcelain figurine and clench it, hoping to God you would not drop it. You were bound to break something the closer you got to coming undone. He was continuing on with his virtual meeting as if nothing untoward was happening to you. You bent to grab a book that had fallen off the shelf and he hit it again. You snapped back up and exhaled sharply, clenched as it vibrated relentlessly against you. You gave the book a quick brush over before placing it back on the shelf. You took a step and he hit it again.

Having had enough, you turned around and hissed, “You’re distracting me. How am I to work, Master Stark?”

He muted his microphone on his computer and blocked his camera before turning in his chair towards you. You saw the bulge in his pants and that only served to make you more upset with the situation. How much he was getting off on this was unbearable.

“That’s kind of the point of this. But, really, you’re distracting me, little vixen. With your hips and those soft sighs leaving your mouth every time I press the toy. It’s very beguiling,” Tony argued, relaxing back in his chair. You heard the ice clinking in his drink as he brought it to his lips. “And I’ll distract you however much I want to. Don’t you forget that. Get back to work. Now.”

He clicked his microphone and camera back on, resuming his meeting. His fingers were tapping the remote that was lying on the desk, teasingly. Pissed, you turned back.

It buzzed again only moments later, and you clenched, squeezing your thighs together as you brushed the bookcase.

“Ah ah. Naughty girl. Let me in,” Tony intoned, and you loosened. He took the opportunity and hit you again with stimulation.

You let out a frustrated noise and threw the duster onto the ground.

“Fuck this!” you exclaimed.

Tony hit the hide and mute on his computer quickly at your outburst, caught off guard. You got a small satisfaction out of that in the heat of the moment that you had thrown him off his game.

He turned towards you again, looking furious. That did nothing to throw water on your temper. You hastily tore the underwear off and threw them in his general direction. Tony’s eyes followed the descent of them to land at his black oxfords. “Send me back! I’ll take on an extra month — six even if I can just be back in the capitol building! This is torture!”

Tony drug his gaze from the panties back to you. His elbow was still resting on the arm of the chair.

Chest heaving, you watched him and slowly felt the dread creeping in. His eyes were hard, and you remembered who exactly you were dealing with. He had all the power in this relationship, and you had just lost your temper with him, outright disobeying something you had been ordered to do. And you may have embarrassed him in front of other Capitol council members in your outburst.

Tony stood from the chair and stalked over to you, peering down his nose at you. His voice was dangerously low when he said, “Go up to my bedroom and wait there for Steve and I. On the bed. Naked.”

Naked? You gulped.

Even you knew better than to argue with him with that scathing glare. You slunk away and you felt his glare burning into the back of your head as you closed the office door behind you.

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Curled in on yourself, you waited. It seemed to drag on forever, the waiting. You just wanted them to come up and belt you and get it over with.

When the door opened, you dared to raise your gaze, finding the both of them coming in. Their jackets, vests, and ties were gone. The top buttons of their dress shirts were undone, apparently have relaxed before this. Tony must have called Steve to his office and relayed to him what had transpired between the two of you.

You were doing your best to try to keep your breasts hidden, your legs crossed to hide yourself as well.

Tony came to a stop in front of you and he held out two fingers, pulling your chin up to force you to look at him directly. His stare was cold.

“You really pissed me off earlier,” he informed you point blank.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure you are now. At the time, I know you meant every little ounce of venom you spat at me. And that I won’t abide. And neither will Steve. What goes on in one villa, goes on in the other. You will be well behaved in both.” When you did not say anything, his hand came to clench your jaw and you winced as he forced your mouth open as he mocked in a higher pitched voice, “’Yes, master. I understand’.”

“Yes, master, I understand,” you repeated, wincing against his tight grip.

“And we’ll make sure that sticks. We are in charge here,” Tony told you, letting go of your face and going to work on the rest of his buttons.

You had hardly noticed Steve had undressed himself to his briefs. You had been so focused on Tony’s imperious presence before you.

Steve was holding the panties you had thrown at Tony earlier. You felt sick as he told you, “Let me put these on you and don’t make it difficult.”

No. They were not going to beat you like you feared. They were going to do worse. Matilda came to mind being in Tony’s bed when you knew that was the last place she would have wanted to be and your eyes shot to the door before landing back on Steve who was coming close now.

Freeing himself from his boxers, Steve’s hand ran up and down his length. You cowered back, crawling back on the bed, tucking your feet to come onto your knees. You did not want to be in here. He smirked seeing your fight or flight kick in.

“Sweetpea, you know that’s not an option. Come back.” You tensed, shooting another quick look at the door. Steve’s expression melted from amusement to annoyance. “Now.”

You unfolded slowly, coming back to the end of the bed, your heart hammering. You had had sex before, but it had only been with the boy next door, the one you had thought once that you would marry before you had been brought here. Not like this. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you sat still as you could to let him slide them up and you allowed him to pull them all the way up. You spotted Tony still had the remote, a wicked grin on his face.

Steve was jutting out towards you, and you stared down at his length.

“Your hand,” Steve told you. “Wet it with your mouth.” You shakily did as he asked and he ordered, “More spit.” You did that as well. “Touch me.”

You felt humiliated but you did what he asked. He was thick and your hand slid up and down his length, wetting him with your spit. He moaned softly, his hips moving ever so slightly as you continued to stroke him off. The underwear vibrated and unlike before, they were not turning off. Tony was not giving you any reprieve. You tried to adjust so the movement was not directly on your bud but no matter what you tried, it was right there, and some angles made it worse, causing you to shiver at the direct contact. You caught Tony’s eyes and he was watching with heightened arousal, his erection evident in his slacks.

Steve was leaking precum in no time and you were short of breath with the stimulation on your cunt. You had shot a look at Tony finding him naked now, working himself up at the scene before him. You were getting the panties so wet and you wondered if that was going to affect the toy.

It reached a moment when Steve had had enough of just your hand. He stopped your movement and tossed your hand aside. You leaned back as he towered, his hands snatching at the sides of the panties and yanking them down your legs roughly, tossing them aside. You barely had time to react before he was picking you up in a fluid motion. You yelped at the airborne movement as he dragged you onto the bed with him. Steve laid down and pulled you in top of him, your hands planted by his head. His cock slid in with ease to your wet pussy, his lips sucking at your breasts.

The bed dipped with Tony’s added weight, and you heard him adjusting in between Steve’s legs, his hard cock brushing up against your tight ring. You realized fully what he was aiming for when his thumb met your ass and it was cold, covered in lube. You felt him squeeze some into you.

Having their way with you in your pussy was one thing but this was something else entirely, especially since Steve was already inside you. You had never had anal sex, let alone two men in you at once. This was their punishment.

Desperately, you begged, “Please don’t!”

Steve’s laugh was cruel. “‘Please don’t?’ Me? I’m not doing anything, darling. I’m just sitting here. Fully...seated... inside your tight cunt just enjoying it.”

You tried to look over your shoulder at Tony, “Master—"

But Steve grabbed your face and forced you to look back at him. “Relax…. Relax….” he breathed encouragingly. “You don’t want it to really hurt do you?”

There was no time for you to answer him as Tony started pressing in. It burned and you cried out. Steve was whispering in your ear to encourage you to relax, telling you to be a good girl. You choked on a cry, tears stinging as Tony continued to sink into your ass. You were so full.

“Aw, she’s crying, Tony.”

Tony sloppily kissed your temple, his hand tight on your throat. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re doing so well! Taking it like the little whore we knew you are. Take your punishment… you’ll be loving it in no time.”

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in, keeping a slow steady pace. You breathed, trying to focus on the way it was subsiding to pleasure. You sniffled, hanging your head as he continued using you, Steve still waiting inside. You were sure their cocks were brushing each other in that thin membrane.

“Well-behaved now too. Just gotta fill her with cock to train her. Make her needy,” Steve rasped. “Tell us how much you like it, you little slut.”

It was an order. And you were just a rag doll between them right now; what other choice did you have but to comply?

You could not lie to yourself either, you were being stimulated to a whole new level.

“I love it,” you breathed shakily, a sharp whine escaping as you felt them both rocking in and out. They had a rhythm going, like they had done this before.

Steve continued with his dirty talk, “You want it? You wanna be fucked?”

“Yes, I want it. I wanna be fucked.”

Tony groaned at your declaration, slapping across your ass as you rocked between them. The reverberation sent a tremor through you, further stimulating you.

Steve bit roughly at your nipple and you yelped. His breath was hot as he growled, “You wanna be used like a perfect doll. Right? You wanna behave? Because if you don’t we won’t finish.”

Every nerve was on fire, and you were losing yourself to the feeling. No, they had to finish.

You nodded fervently, “I wanna behave. I wanna behave.”

“You know how lucky you are to be filled? What women would beg to be in your spot? You should be thanking us!”

“Thank you for filling me up,” you cried as Steve buried himself roughly. The shame of your pleading and groveling was overshadowed by every brush of their cocks inside you, pushing you towards the edge to come tumbling down.

They were working you like the doll Steve promised you were going to be. Your breath was short, and you were beginning to shake on your arms.

You heard Tony groan, “There you go, there you go. Fuck!”

“I got her Tony,” Steve grunted, holding you tight as broken cries left you. “I’ll hold you, sweetheart.” You trusted him in your delirious state and collapsed against him as your body gave way. You shouted, stuffing a fist into your mouth. Steve yanked your hand away and you cried out. “Let us hear what we’ve done to you, you naughty girl.”

Steve held you in place as Tony sped up, thrusting quick. You continued moaning with the heat tearing through you.

“You’re gonna take every fucking drop,” Tony husked. “Perfect little cumslut!”

He groaned animalistically, his cum emptying into your ass. You sighed relieved and buried your face into Steve’s collarbone. Tony slid out and you whined pathetically feeling him spill out onto your thighs.

“Almost done, doll. You’re taking your punishment perfectly, shaping up so well,” Steve kissed along the side of your face. “Tony, you did nothing to help me stalling myself with those hard thrusts of yours. Felt every rib of your dick, you bastard.” You heard Tony chuckling as Steve resumed his own thrusts. You whined, so sensitive but he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, and he was finishing soon, spilling his seed into your aching pussy. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before he picked you up and rolled over to drop you onto the bed.

You laid there exhausted, bare in the center of the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

Steve was pleased. “I love that gaped, cum filled look. Especially on her.”

They sounded a million miles away, you still drowning in what had just happened.

Tony came into your sights, and you turned your head towards him, exhaustion in your bones. “Gather yourself and then come join me in the shower. I’ll give you that before you come back out here and strip my bed to clean the sheets. Can’t keep you off your duties for too long, can we? I won’t be giving you special treatment no matter how well that perfect ass of yours just milked me.”

He turned before stopping and then he added, “By the way, I will not be sending you back to the Capitol building. If we have our say, you won’t be going home any time soon.”

~~~

Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld @holl2712 @agustdowney @biiskuitx

#steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #dark tony stark #dark steve rogers #dark marvel #my shit

[secrets-of-the-library]

This is the fan-created personal home of Arthur Kirkland I made, realistically, like anywhere between a year to two years ago. This is well before the Cottage pack that just recently came out (And I am upset because that could’ve added so much more but I can’t be bothered to alter it now after all this time). Remember: This is fan/headcanon created. I build for fun and am not a professional. I do not build with the intention of having it livable/non-clashing. If something clashes it will be up to you to fix it because I build for the pure aesthetic and not functionality. I own a lot of packs so if you don’t own all the ones used in this there might be issues. After the cut here I will provide a visual walk-through via screen captures. You’re more than welcome to download it and look at it for yourself. My username on Sims4 is Shinoshallbugyou.

First up, the outside overview. Keep in mind that Sims 4 limits the lot to a harsh degree. I actually really miss Sims 3 in how you could alter and change the environment otherwise I’d have Arthur’s home buried in a garden/trees. I have placed his home in the University area because it felt the best suited. There wasn’t any particular designs I was going for... I just kind of made it and went with it. His home, unlike Spain’s that I am working on, is much smaller in comparison. I particularly wanted to bury this home in foliage and green with ivy climbing up the wall and etc. Something to where you could have enchanted little areas to sit in, fairies, and etc. Something to where he can be more introverted and away from others.

3rd Floor- Attic/storage.

2nd Floor - Full bath, office, and his bedroom.

1st Floor - Entry room, 1/2 Bathroom, Living room, dining room, kitchen. Outside there is a small backyard area as well as a greenhouse.

I specifically always want to try to do a ‘triangle’ entry or a sloped half triangle entry. It ALWAYS clashes and hates being put in there but the aesthetic of it appeals to me and I’m always trying things even if they’re difficult. I know some of these objects may seem more German than British but... I don’t care lmao. I don’t do this to do a 100% British Speedrun. Just fun.

The greenhouse in particular was something I wanted and is difficult to implement. Those are not full walls and as such do not drop down like normal walls for those of you who download this. Also, previously, I had custom content on the windows and doors of this greenhouse that were removed with several updates and I can’t be bothered to re-download it so I chose something from a pack. That would do. I love the idea of a greenhouse and wanted to try it and I particularly liked making this house in specific ‘cramped’.

I really liked adding this ‘side door’ that goes into the living room with its little step-up.

I really tried, to the edge of it, building the lush garden and foliage covers.

A small, quiet area for tea and fairies. There are lots of gnomes and stuff hidden throughout this house! Just a fun little surprise. My fiancee tried to play this build of mine and since I have seasons fall is triggered but it just adds to the look, in my opinion.

The backdoor into the kitchen with another cute step-down.

My hands were killing me by the end after adding all this foliage but it’s worth it. We also joked in a larp once that when America visited he accidentally broke a gnome and hid it in the bushes. Arthur immediately noticed that Reginald was missing. Where did Reginald go? Reginald???

The front entry room or, I suppose, a ‘mud’ room. I never do these and I really liked it.

A lot of Arthur’s house will be cluttered and lived-in. I love those looks. Also, my apologies in advance, I didn’t realize there would be an outline where my mouse was hovering. I’m a builder, not a photographer.

I wanted a nook of a kitchen. The walls aren’t even that high but the Sims 4 is great about making things ridiculously tall. I think I joked about putting a step-stool in there for him lmao. The door leads down below into a 1/2 bathroom. I also in particular liked that oven because it was a ‘London’ oven.

Greys and browns were something I thought that Arthur would like. More Earthy tones. I wanted a ‘round table’ for obvious purposes. I had a custom content here too and had to improvise when they removed it. I like to think that Arthur also collects those cute dishes that some people do.

The living room as well as stairs going up. I wanted it old-fashioned a bit with an old record player and the TV isn’t the main focus but is there because he has reluctantly upgraded over the years. And while you can’t see it... I miss in Sims 2&3 I believe it was that they would put on ‘chimneys’ for the fireplaces. I love how realistic that is rather than it just... Being in the wall???? So I make 1x2 spaces behind the fireplaces by default now that they’re missing from the game. I miss those. The clipping from the half triangle roof is here along with foliage. Usually my brain just blocks out that stuff or I try to hide it. In this case... I blocked it out and ignored it.

Going upstairs, peering down into the living room.

I really, REALLY wanted this weird bay-window with a ledge here. A lot of stuff I want is a pain to do but I always want to. I temporarily removed a clipping roof object here (It is the ‘rounded roof’ here). I enjoy how it looks outside but not inside. For the pictures sake, I removed it. The window doesn’t allow it to disappear and for some reason it clips into the bathroom as well even though that makes no sense. Roofing is one of the hardest aspects in this game.

The full bathroom first. The top view gives the most details as to how it looks. Since it isn’t big I have to remove the walls to see further into it.

Arthur’s personal office. I wanted to involve a bit more of the spiritual or supernatural things he’s into since I wasn’t interested in making a basement for this project.

Arthur’s bedroom. I really enjoyed this one because of the quilted bed and things like that. I added the rocking chair and knitting sidekick there as an afterthought while looking at this room since, at the time, the knitting pack hadn’t come out when I made this. I thought the contrasting red and green would actually look good and not just Christmas-y. He has his own little walk-on balcony.

Here is the half triangle structure I was talking about as well as the circular roof down below. Roofing is incredibly difficult and I’m OCD and want it to look a particular way. I about had a fit on Spain’s home recently in regards to roofing.

The 3rd floor... The attic that has been transformed into a storage area. I actually really enjoy making storage areas in particular that help reveal some aspects about these characters I create for. In England’s case I like to imagine that America used to live up in here with him and he’s converted it from Alfred’s bedroom into storage. The babyshoes are supposed to be Alfred’s that he still keeps around. Just little bits and pieces over the years that he’s tossed in here and yet it’s still not really that chaotic... All things considered.

Anyways... That’s it! I hope you all like it! I’ve been working on Spain’s and, unlike England, I like to picture him having a HUGE home. Because of how big it is... It has taken much longer. I have the majority of it done though and am mostly left with his 2nd floor and outside foliage to complete before it’s done! I’ll probably upload the ship and island I’ve made for them on the next post.

#sims 4 #sims 4 creator #sims 4 build #hetalia #axis powers hetalia #aph england #aph arthur kirkland #fan build

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Home Coming

Masterlist

When Henry returns to a depressed pregnant wife its his mission to get his girls back to normal, even if it means a showdown with a new mother at the Paige’s preschool.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Anxiety and Self esteem issues

A/N: so here is another House to home chapter! wanted this to be a sweet romantic chapter to a point not entierly sure about it but its finished so I hope you all enjoy

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​ @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen​ @sofiebstar​ @thefangirlsblog​

Henry sighed as the phone rang, he was trying to videocall you but you hadn't answered. He was going to surprise you, filming had over run and he'd been held back an extra two weeks but was currently by the side of your house hiding around the drive he was going to call you and do the whole 'look outside' thing but was loosing hope fast that you would answer. Then suddenly he was greeted with Paiges face holding the phone awkwardly as all children seemed to do.

"Hey poppet! What are you doing with Mummys phone?" She smiled and squealed at him.

"DADDYYY! HI DADDY!" He chuckled watching the way she moved clumsily through the house catching glimpses of kal as he followed her as she went up the stairs, his heart jumped as she moved fast and unsteady tipping this way and that.

"Hey! hey no running! You'll fall! That's it baby, good girl now what have you been doing today then little lady?" She grinned angling the phone to her face where he got a clear view up her nose.

"I went- I went to school! And then we did painting and did our letters and numbers and I got another star on my chart! Then I've been cheering up Mummy...When are you gonna come home Daddy? Shes sad and I think you can make her better..." Henry frowned you were all smiles when he phoned and face timed whats changed?.

"Paige what? Shes sad? Why baby? whats-how do you know Mummy is sad?" She hummed stopping finally holding the phone correctly he could tell she had just sat on the top step of the staircase as kal moved sitting beside her nudging her for a hug. She slung her little arm around his back making him pant happily.

"Well she just is....She stays in her pajamas most of the time and she is sad she cries sometimes..She doesn't think I hear her but I do...And she misses you, she cries in the bathroom and gets angry cos she can't have a bath" Henry frowned that the way Paige had said it, almost like its been happening for a while. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Its since the mean lady" Henry blinked confused.

"What lady? What happened to mummy baby?" Paige looked left and right then leaned into the phone

"The-theres a new girl at play school...Shes mean and she kicks and scratches people she keeps getting sent home cos shes bad! and her Mummy is the same...She-she called me and Mummy liars! And she said your not my real Daddy! And Mummy was bad for telling me you was!...Y-you are my real Daddy aren't you?" Henry was shocked to say the least! Just what the fuck has been going on he has never ever heard his little nugget ask something so fucking ridiculous!

"Of course I'm your real Daddy poppet! And don't you let anyone ever tell you otherwise little lady! What else has this nasty lady said?" Henry had to hold back as there was many swear words trying to creep into his outburst and he didn't need Paige to start repeating them.

"Well....Then she was really mean to Mummy calling her names! For a few while ,she said Mummy was fat and lazy and that if you were my Daddy you wont love her anymore when you come home... She was really mean and made Mummy sad....I told Mummy not to listen but she smiles and says she is okay...But she isn't...Patty is still nasty she said her Mummy said that you wasn't my Daddy cos Mummy doesn't have her ring on... " Henry took a moment your not wearing your ring? "Mummy doesn't wear her ring?" Paige hummed and tilted her head

"It's on a necklace..She was sad her fingers don't fit!" Ah, that makes sense your hands and feet swelt whilst you was pregnant with Paige...

Still Henry was shocked you would keep this from him,  he could hardly  believe what he was hearing. Why hadn't you said anything? Why was you letting this get to you? You were fucking amazing sexy and just drop dead gorgeous! And you wasn't fat you were pregnant ... which Henry found incredibly attractive anyway, he loved when you was pregnant, glowing carrying a piece of him inside you. It did things to him, he just loved how when people saw you they saw him to, they saw what he had done. Sure people knew what you'd done when they saw Paige but when you were pregnant it was...a piece of him was still there inside you growing.

He felt honoured that you'd allow him to do that, allowed him to get you pregnant, to undergo such a drastic bodily change. Sure women gain a little weight but he didn't care fuck if it bothered you once he gets the go ahead after the birth he will help you loose weight with giving you regular cardio bedroom style....Even if you didn't want to loose it you'd be undergoing some pretty strenuous cardio with him any way.

"Paige, thank you for telling me your a very good girl and I'm proud of you for helping her feel better but could you put your Mother on the phone please?" She looked up and sighed shaking her head.

"No Daddy, shes sleeping she tries not to but she can't help it! We was watching Paddington and she fell asleep....I was gon' get her fuzzy blankie" he watched as Paige got up moving but he called out to her sighing."No no your not carrying that down the stairs...Poppet come open the front door but be quiet don't wake your mother" she frowned but smiled moving down the steps slower than she had scaled them. Henry circled back to the front of the house waiting by the front door.

"Fuuckdge!-Hold the banisTER...Jesus...Your going to be the death of me child...God I hate watching you on the stairs nugget" she grinned as she made it to the last step then skipped to the door she heard a small sound from Henry ending the call and opened the door.

She jumped up at him happily giving him kisses as the tears started. He managed to slip into the house relatively quietly muffling Paige's sobs in his shoulder as he tucked one arm under her bottom a she moved reaching up to cuddle into his neck. He moved slowly sliding his suit case by the front door as he closed it, he rocked Paige shushing her trying to sooth her. His other hand was petting and excited Kal who was jumping up at him for his own cuddle.

"I know princess I know....Shh I've missed you to poppet, but I'm home now...That’s it.... Oh baby don't cry see? look daddy's back nugget and I've got a long time home now...Shh shhh good girl...You've been so good looking after Mummy and the baby for me huh?" She nodded whining into him still crying her heart out. He sighed kissing her head. 

Henry moved through the house seeing you crashed out on the sofa, he could see from here you wasn't yourself it was...Uou were his other half, his soulmate and even asleep he could just tell. He sighed looking down and kissed Paige's hair. He would leave you to sleep. Knowing just how tired you got around this time of the pregnancy, the months finally catching up with you and it was almost like your body tried to hibernate readying itself for the big day.

He moved around the sofa sitting in his armchair with Paige curled up on his chest. She sniffled a little fingers twisting into his blazer. He rocked slowly calming his little girl just watching you on the sofa wincing every now and then as you shifted. Our back must be playing up....And your breasts to by the way you held them protectively cupping the now huge mounds in your hands trying to ease their tenderness even in slumber. He sighed and slowly began to plan the night, he had to get you alone to talk, if what Paige said was true then you would be down and most likely have a panic attack or break down.

He knew the final term of pregnancy takes its toll on you physically and emotionally  and with this woman's cruel jabs you were probably down with low self esteem so he had to do something. Talk you through whatever silly notions  had been put in your head and then look after you...He would dote on you and Paige. A smile graced his face when he put together a plan.

"Hey poppet...Do you want to help Daddy with something?" She looked up head still on his chest, he moved wiping away stubborn tears.

"Wiv what Daddy?" He smiled at her then cast you a look, you really looked tired, not that he was surprised you were over eight months pregnant and still had to run around after Paige and kal alone. He cursed himself he would have given anything to be here for you but he had to work, provide for his growing family. He knew you didn't have anything against him working and you would never be angry over the long months apart. In that respect he was blessed not once had you ever used his absence against him even in the most bitter of disagreements, they were rare but they happened...Usually you were right and it ended up with him making it up to you in some overly cliché romantic way where you'd forgive him just to end the cheese fest.

"Well poppet I think I should use tonight to pamper my ladies...Do you know where Mummy’s nail varnish is?" Paige perked up giving one final sniffle and sat up

."Mummy’s nail varnish?... Can I have painted nails to?" Henry nodded at her tucking some loose curls behind her ears.

"Yes baby you can have painted toes to if you like!....I think Daddy has to make it up to his two special girls for being late. So I'm going to pamper the two of you....I will run Mummy a bubble bath and help her wash then I will paint your and Mummy’s toes and make some hot chocolate and we can make doggy pile in the den and watch a film...Does that sound good?" She smiled brightly

"And foot rubs Daddy?" He sighed and nodded

"Absolutely poppet! Now come on first things first lets look for some treats!" She smiled as he walked with her to the kitchen...he had an idea of what to do, a favorite of yours that he doesn't think you've had in years...Apple pie toasty and it was something Paige could help with...If you have the apples which you probably did for Paige's snacks.

"Aha! Here we go!" He sat Paige on the counter top and pulled a bag of apples from the fridge drawer where they kept longer he pulled out a medium pan and set it bedside Paige.

"Could you put a little bit a water in that baby girl?" She looked a little confused as Henry moved around the kitchen pulling out a chopping board apple corer and knife.

"Daddy? Mummy says you shouldn't cook....’member the soup...Shouldn't we go wake her and...Ask?" Henry rolled his eyes still moving about tipping out the small bag of apples

"Well baby the soup was...A one off”

"Daddy tomato soup's meant to be red...not brown"

"Yes...I know tha-”

"Did you though?" Henry eyed his child...Wow she really got sassy he raised a brow at her and a staring contest ensued... Henry lost his daughter was a force to be reckoned with at nearly four!! Fuck it was beginning to frighten him.

"As I was saying Missy-we are allowed to make these...Mummy’s favorite hot snack I used to make these for her all the time when we just started dating...And now I'm going to teach you pumpkin we are making special apple pie pockets! Now quickly I need some water in there just a little bit." Paige hummed and shrugged crawling the few inches swinging her legs into the deep butler sink and placed the pot under the tap filling about and inch or so.

"That enough daddy?" Henry moved peeking over and smiled.

"That’s perfect poppet here no-No daddy will move it you will spill baby!" He quickly moved the pot by the chopping board and came back guiding Paige as she crawled over and plopped herself down between the pot and chopping board.

"Now baby girl can you put the sliced apple in the pot once daddy has done it?" She nodded enthusiastically watching as Henry made quick work of the apples

"Daddy whats that thing?" She asked she said pointing to the apple corer as she collected the apple slices and popped them in the water.

"This? Well here you want a go?...Hold it with daddy that’s it... see we put it over the stem of the apple and push really hard!...That’s it push push push there we go! Well done!" She smiled as she pulled back and the center of the apple came with it.

"And that’s how we get the core out now wait right there and daddy will quickly chop these up and we can start cooking!" She smiled kicking her feet as Henry made quick work of the apples Paige dutifully collected them she dropped a few slices here and there but Kal was quick to catch them mid fall making Paige giggle loudly and 'drop' a few more to Kal who was tap dancing for more.

"Hey poppet no more for Kal or you wont have any filling in yours, now we add sugar and Cinnamon" she smiled as Henry held out a table spook letting her add the dry ingredients before getting her down.

"Right now poppet go get Mummy’s nail varnishes...and the bottle of baby lotion...The pink bottle by the sink okay? can you do that for daddy?" she nodded and ran off making him call out for her to slow down. he moved the pot to the hob turning it on a low heat before moving to prepare the living room.

It took little sneaking but Henry smiled, he had gone all across the house with Paige's help collecting your favorite blankets and pillows piling them in the den where you had a larger tv with surround sound and got a film ready Tangled was decided for tonight....It was one of Paige's but he knew you liked it to and besides it was more about having one huge family cuddle then watching the film.

Finally Henry left the den walking to the back of the sofa to look at you still asleep good you looked like you needed it, he heard Paige’s foot steps quickly running out of the kitchen slapping the tiled floor

"Daddy? Daddy the apples!" oh fuck he quickly turned running to the kitchen collecting Paige by one arm hoisting her to his hip as he did they were just about to overflow he quickly slid it off the heat they must be ready by now.

"whoa! thank you poppet that could have been our snacks gone!" she peeked over the pot from on Henry's hip

"What do we do now Daddy?" he smiled and kissed her head

"To the apples or for the night?...Well the apples now have to cool so i am going to go draw a bubble bath and give you a bath and get your hair done then give mummy a bath to! then after we are going to sit and watch a flim while Daddy paints your nails and makes the toasties!" Paige smiled giggling looking forward to the night.

It didn't take long to draw the bath and wash Paige, she loved when Henry washed her hair nearly falling asleep as he spent al long as he could massaging her scalp, he actually had a hell of a job supporting her by the back of the neck as she lolled back and forth slipping around in the large tub. But he love this it was something he enjoyed since first bringing her home before long Paige was dry and wrapped up in her new fluffy onesie half asleep and playing in her room. Henry had cut up some fruit snacks and a babybell leaving Kal and Paige in her room to play with the promise of collecting her for movie night! Finally it came to you he took a moment to admire you then crouched next to you, he had covered you with a throw earlier. And thats how you woke.

You blinked bleary eyed feeling something was off and frowned. Then gasped quickly sitting up readying to hit and kick out at the man in front of you. Just as you did you blinked and realized it was your husband before you.

"Henry?! You-when did you? Oh god how long have I been asleep!?" You quickly moved to get up looking around frantically for Paige.  You winced holding your back. Fuck it hurt, not even just and ache it was a throbbing pull screaming with every movement.

Henry stood and moved his arms around you holding you still rubbing his heavy palms across your back soothing the ache. He moved closer pressing his face into your neck kissing you lightly then moved to whisper in your ear then tugged you close rocking slowly with you still massaging your tense back. He frowned he could feel the knots and hard muscles tensing and straining below his palms. A wave of guilt passed over him ,he should have been here! to help ease your pain! It was him who insisted on a second child and he felt as though he just abandoned you during the long months of uncomfortable pregnancy just to show up at the end and 'claim his prize' like a dead beat dad. Henry took a deep breath trying to push aside his guilt tonight was for you and Paige.

"Paige is fine, she's had her bath and is upstairs playing in her room with kal ready for bed, and you my absolute stunner of a wife have your own bath waiting~" you blinked as he pulled away and scooped you up with ease, he noticed to tense and struggle.

"No Henry put me down! I’m too big!" The words were out before you could stop them he stood still, hands gripping you tighter not willing to let you go.

"Babe even if you was pregnant with triplets, quintuplets! You my love will never ever be to big for a carry! Now come on, we are going to have a nice long chat about these new found thoughts whilst your in the bath!" You whined at the tone he sounded serious his deep voice almost scary. You cringed still trying to ease your weight off of him but he made quick work of scaling the stairs.

Once in the bathroom you were quickly deposited on the counter and Henry moved shutting the door then turned on you quickly drawing you into a deep needy kiss his tongue forcing his taste on your tongue as his hands roamed your swollen stomach caressing your unborn child then moved higher dragging your tshirt up over your stomach sighing when his hot palm met the skin of your stomach and he moved trailing kisses down the side of your neck leaving licks and nips along the way.

"H-Henry!...Hen-No stop we-you don't have to!". You pulled away gasping and whining trying to fight back the tears in your eyes so he wouldn't see just how far your self esteem had plummeted. He pulled back but you wouldn't meet his eyes and tried to shimmy off the counter, trying to use your huge stomach to push him back to slide own to your feet. He was having none of it you pressed forward and so did he meeting you in the middle, his strength jolted your knees apart and he stood between them and then closed them around his hips. You took a breath cringing knowing he must feel the extra padding on your soft thighs.

You twitched trying to pull back, to widen your legs so he wouldn't feel how fat you'd got but his huge hands held the outside of your legs keeping them clamped around him.

"I know I don't have to...But I want to! My fucking perfect woman! You are gorgeous how could I not want you?!" You squinted shaking your head at him..How? How could he? This was just that he felt obligated to kiss you and caress you in your state! He sighed and moved a hand to cup your chin.

"Love...Whatever she said is wrong...Yes I know...I face timed you and Paige answered you were asleep...I was hiding down the side of the house had a whole cheesy romeo and Juliet ensemble planned ...To beg for my queens forgiveness for being so late home...She told me everything." You sighed shaking your head that little girl really was to smart for her own good!

"H-henry you can't-I'm fat look at me?! I-I'm fat and hairy and just UGH! And I've got a shit load of new stretch marks and I...I've gained a lot of extra weight and my boobs are all veiny and ugly please stop lying to me- I know what your looking at! I see this fucking thing in the mirror each day!" Henry tugged your tshirt completely off grabbing our hips and dragged you forward forcing his erection to grind against you and dragged his teeth across your neck,  you jumped as he growled low into the flesh trapped in his jaws latching his hot mouth onto the throbbing vein below before sucking harshly, locking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. You whined trying to pull away he moved closer determined to devoure you, wanting to leave his mark across your skin he parted with soothing licks before groaning pleased with the dark mark forming on the sweet skin.

"GOOD! then you know how gorgeous and sexy and soft and glowing and scrumptious you look! My god woman your fucking perfection! A goddess who somehow I managed to trick into marrying me....Fuck your pregnant and healthy and sexy and mine! Mine!. My lover, best friend, soulmate ,better half .Mother to my children and most of all my incredibly beautiful wife! God if only you knew how fucking stunning you was! I'm trying so hard not to fuck you right now! if I didn't think it would hurt our son I'd already be in your fucking tight little cunt!" You flushed at his words each chipping away at the cold lead ball in your chest.

"Just what happened anyway? what has this fucking bitch said?" you gasped it was rare for Henry to swear well since Paige anyway.

"Henry it doesn't-" you shook your head trying to turn away from him but he was faster cupping. Both sides of your face drawing your gaze back to him he leaned in kissing you tenderly before pulling back resting his forehead to yours. His eyes ablaze, a swirling mix of anger ,love, desire but mostly worry.  He was worried for you anxious and rearing to go ready to fight away all your fears and doubts.

"Don't give me that shit woman! your sitting here shying away from me! the last time you did that was on our first night together! what ever happened has got to you, got to Paige and I'm not going to fucking stand here and let it eat away at you! Now tell me what happened...I can't fix it if I don't know love" you wavered he was right but ...Was retelling what happened really going to help? or would he just get angry? You hated to admit it but you found this pregnancy hard, things were different and you'd put on a few more pounds then you had with Paige and it was noticeable. you took a deep breath will he think your stupid? over reacting? you sighed recounting just this had all started.

You were self conscious and had managed to ignore it until...Yes until the woman at the nursery made a few comments a new woman-Abbey just enrolled her gremlin....and it was a gremlin! a nasty little girl Patty the same age as Paige who has already made her self the terror of the group being sent home three times in her first week for being mean and fighting the typical scratching biting toddler but more she was nearly four years old and already a bully but it wasn't really her fault she was just spoilt. Lets just say if Paige ever spoke to you the way this child spoke to her mother she'd be on the naughty step with a sore ass. But this woman was all smiles at first not really your cup of tea but you played nice being polite and friendly, you was an adult...Then she found out who you was. Paige had come around to the idea that her dad was superman after seeing him on some billboards and the tv adverts and suddenly just like that she switched sides and was team superman much to Henry's joy!

But it had caused a problem at the preschool. It was show and tell and Paige had went in wearing her supergirl tshirt and took a magazine with a double page spread on Henry's new film and told everyone that her daddy was superman, all of the children who had seen Henry at the nursery had gotten excited. The new girl had upset her calling her a liar and tore the book shouting the words 'He isn't really your daddy!'. That had really stuck with Paige and she had come out bawling her eyes out asking who her daddy was. You were fucking livid when her teacher came over and explained. Enter the little gremlins mother slinking up with a smirk.

"I'm sorry about Patty but she has a thing about liars she can't help herself" you blinked not believing what this bitch just said. You laughed and her face dropped.

"Excuse me?...My daughter isn't lying... That’s her father" she laughed condescending smoothing her brats pigtails.

"Yes I'm sure you've told her that! We single mothers have to tell them something about their daddies who skipped out on them, but superman is to far don't you think? Shes made a fool of herself in front of the class and will be teased for lying" you looked to Micah’s mother Fran who you were now close with and gaped. Fran shrugged

"I'm not a single mother" the woman snorted

"Well there’s no ring~"

"I’m pregnant it doesn't fit at the moment but I'm wearing it here" she had jeered at you as you pointed to the ring dangling from your necklace.

"Sorry if I don’t buy that...There’s nothing to be ashamed of I’m a single mother to but really lying to your own daughter very bad parenting don't you think?" You could have floored this cunt! You were seriously contemplating it. Fran stepped in to save the day...well save the woman from bitch slap galore!

"She's not a single mother and that is her husband...And I think as a new comer you should calm yourself down!a you and your daughter have been nothing but rude and out of line!" the woman scoffed at her then looked around.

"Excuse me! We have been nothing but fucking pleasant to you stuck up lot of ass wipes! My baby is a strong willed child and will grow up to be a strong minded self made women! and I apologize if I don't believe that a man like that would look twice at this fatty seriously pregnancy isn't a reason to let yourself go! Honestly why would anyone bother with her and take on someone else's kid...She really has you fooled?" Fran gasped

"Not fooled! We know because he is always here picking up Paige... and she isn't fat shes pregnant with his second! Maybe you should go and do some fucking homework before coming here and running your mouth! And teach your brat some manners whilst your at it!"

And that was all it took, the nasty woman had gone online and found photos and interviews, mainly one recent Ellen DeGeneres show that Paige gate crashed and from then on the woman had a grudge against you. Apparently her husband left her and signed away his parental rights away leaving her a bitter single mother and she had tried making friends with you because you never showed up with a man and had no ring leaving her to think you were a man hating single pringle yourself!. Not fucking likely! She became nasty and over the last two months her snide comments had chipped away at you. You knew it was some stupid playground bullshit, just a woman who never grew out of secondary school drama! But it had got to you.

Henry brought you out of your thoughts, you'd played the scenario over and over sometimes thinking of ways you could have changed the outcome, other times you were thinking of snippy comebacks and insults. Everything was to late though.

"Please love?...I know it has something to do with the new little girl at preschool, Paige has already asked me if I’m her real Father or not...So know what ever has happened was big" you looked at him shocked would he think you said something? put that in her head you panicked grabbing his hands praying he would listen before popping off at you.

"H-Henry I swear I didn't say anything! she- Abbey and her daughter have just had it in for us! Paige she took in a magazine- a superman vs batman ad....She was showing you off to her class she was so happy so so excited to let everyone know that you were superman!" Henry nodded now knowing that he was getting the full story.

"Yes I remember you saying she was doing that- but what happened? how did that turn into all this?" you swallowed recounting the first incident.

"Patty-The new girl is a bully-”

"Yes Paige said she kicks and scratches...Being sent home to?"

"Yeah shes a nasty little girl...Well Patty has never seen you before at nursery so..She called Paige a liar and got into two and eight with her...She said you wasn't her real Daddy...Then after school Miss Bou had to have a word with Abbey about Patty's behavior...Abbey took it wrong and accused me of lying to Paige about her Father and called me a bunch of names, Fran stepped in and snapped at her...Apparently cos I didn't have my ring on my finger Abbey though I was a single mother like her and got angry when-"

"When it turns out your not and are married to me?" you nodded cringing as you replayed the first incident in your head.

"Yeah...She continued telling Patty that Paige doesn't have a daddy and obviously kids talk..Paige got so upset I did sit her down and talk with her but it was...She needed to hear it from you I think" Henry nodded lips in a firm line

"Well she has, I will sit her down and have a more in depth talk......I'm fucking livid though...Not at you and don't you think that for a second, I'm angry that Paige is already dealing with this shit! and that you had to deal with it alone...I should have been here for you-"

"NO! no don't do that Henry it wouldn't have made a blind bit of difference...This? I would have brushed it off if it hadn't been the pregnancy hormones...But I'm fine your fine we are all okay-" Henry looked down and  pressed his hands to your stomach.

"Shh...I know...I know love I just wish you had told me! But you didn't want to worry me...I can understand that but I’m home now and tomorrow I will take care of it! But for now lets just relax and have a nice calm night hmm?" You took a deep breath feeling the tears well nodding.

You sighed looking down shit...your tits had fucking leaked again! That was the last straw, the flood gates opened you leaned to catch your face in your palms but Henry was quicker moving forward slipping his shoulder below your head letting you cry. "Oh honey whats wrong? Please we are fine, its okay whats? Oh-" you whined moving your hands to your boobs trying to hide the milk that was dripping adding to the wet patch on your shitty worn maternity bra.

"They- they wont stop oh god you must think this is gross!" Henry pulled back tutting shaking his head with a grin.

"Gross? The fact that your getting ready to feed our child? No love" he moved to unclip your bra taking it off he moved quickly to support your huge heavy breasts. You hissed as your breasts moved they were full and aching. Henry watched fascinated as your nipples leaked the tiny drops."Their sore huh?" You nodded whining as he lightly ran the pads of his thumbs over the nipples plucking them lightly encouraging them to release more making you weep in embarrassment.

"Well lets go time for a bath!"

Henry was still angry, at this woman for getting to you, at you for letting her words get to you but mostly he was angry at himself for not being here for his wife!. He made vows better or for worse! He had broke them plain and simple admittedly he had been working but you had needed him and he wasn't here he had been none the wiser. He hadn't been there to help you take care of yourself when you struggled to and that would eat away at him for a long time. But he had to push that aside you were still fragile your crying began to pick up again though whether it was from pain shame sadness or relief he couldn't tell. You cried into him not the pretty movie star pretty tears, the full on frustrated painful broken sobs that mad your face ache!

"I'm sor-rry I just..It's hard!...I-I know I'm b-bigger than last time...And then she said a-all those things and Paige was u-up-set and she started w-worrying...Then I c-could-dnt shave and the stretch ma-marks got worse and my back hurt so-o I stopped running and-and now I'm fat and ugly and I want this baby out! It hurts he is so heavy and I-I can't sleep or move or do anything! I just sit and eat! And you w-wont want me anymore! I c-can't do this any-anymore! And wh-when you finally come ho-home I’m fucking squirting milk all over you!" You broke down explaining through heartbreaking sobs and he just held you tight rubbing your back in slow circles.

"Don't be silly my love! Of course I want you! I love you! And I'm here now to fix everything I promise... come on my beautiful wife I hate seeing you like this! And don't worry about the milk it happens! I don't mind love shh shh....Come on come here... Here lets get you in here, have a nice long soak off with all this" he moved around you skillfully removing your leggings leaving butterfly kisses across your skin making you smile

"Please y/n I love you don't ever ever question that...you are everything to me! You complete me and have given me an incredible little girl a beautiful home and now this... A little boy of my own, you make each day worth waking up for, you have brightened up my whole life! And gave me my dream of having a family...I love you and nothing will ever change that, don't let some woman s jealousy hang over you" you smiled sheepishly his sweet words ,meant so much to you his sincerity and conviction was enough to snap you out of your funk.

"Oh? Is that a smile? Oh I think it is~ oh my! Don’t tell me that Henry struck again with his boyish charm?" You giggled at him but then without wasting time he hoisted you into the steaming water...you sighed and cringed as you leaned back expecting Henry to leave but he didn't.

Instead he moved to the side collecting your razor and shaving cream placing them on the counter by the sink then moved dipping a flannel into the hot water then wrung it out placing it on your aching breasts you sighed as the milk flowed free faster releasing the pressure.

"Thank you love that’s better already, I will call you to help me out-Henry? what are you-" you were confused when he turned around grabbing a few more things he peeked over his shoulder and wriggled his eyebrows at you

"Shh love~" he scolded then returned with a sugar honey bodyscrub and exfoliating mittens you chuckled as he snapped on the bright pink cheap mittens

"Now my love if you would just bend over and take a deep breath~" you laughed at him splashing some water at him.

"Henry?! you tit! don't make me laugh it hurts my back!" He rolled his eyes and freezes before quickly shrugging off his blazer and shirt staying there topless.

"Naked man servant enough for tonight?...Seeing as I probably shouldn't fuck you senseless~" You smiled shyly and peeked down at him licking your lips.

"Not sure your not naked yet" he smirked

"You naughty little minx!" he gasped before and made a show of slowly undoing his belt giving a seductive hip shimmy making you laugh out loud Henry trying to give a strip tease in bright pink exfoliating gloves was priceless. You flushed when finally he did a arms and legs spread tada! motion As he dropped his boxers and did a comical spin poseing his 'guns' for you like some fucking cheesy swimsuit model.

"Oh my god! Henry!?" He looked down and shrugged seeing his cock standing up right at the sight of you.

"What? Told you you were sexy I can't help it? I'm like a dog with a bone...Or should I say man with a boner?" You snorted at him falling into peels of laughter slipping lower into the water. He moved closer kneeling next to the tub and leaned over following your face peppering you with kisses you squirmed still giggling he just lowered his hands into the tub and held the back of your head holding you still sucking on your neck lathering you with soothing licks from his hot tongue.

"God I love you! your perfect and leave this woman to me~ I will set her straight myself, prove to everyone just how much I fucking crave you my perfect little wife!" you whined at him as he pressed froward capturing your lips in a heated kiss devouring you wholey making you finally melt into him, he smiled feeling you relax into his kiss feeling more relived now.

He pulled back and smirked as you blushed a dark red and gave him another chaste kiss feeling very silly abut your fears.

"Thank you love...I'm sorry I should have spoken to you earlier but ...I didn't want you to rush home and...Your work is important and I don't want to....You know" he nodded pressing his forehead to yours looking straight into your eyes.

"Zack would have understood that you needed me...but enough of that lets get you all clean and comfy! Paige and I have a nice night planned for the five of us" he said rubbing your bump that was peeking out of the water.

You smiled at him nodding and going to reach for the honey bodyscrub but Henry batted you away collecting it on his own glove covered palm and rubbed it through coating his hands then dipped a hand below the water and tugged your leg out of the tub to rest on the rim. You squeaked as the movement made you lean back against the slanted tub, you watched with weary eyes as he pressed small sweet kisses on your embarrassingly hair leg making you squirm but the man had a tight grip on your ankle.

He moved quickly rubbing the scrub in slow deep circles on your tense calf you moaned as he pressed the knots out of your skin moving in an unhurried manor up over your knee making you giggle as he ran his fingers on the underneath. He worked up your leg making you relax and close your eyes sighing. His motions were hard and soothing like a deep tissue massage then he lowered your leg rinsing it in the warm water and pulled your other leg out repeating the same process spoiling you, lavishing you with soft kisses and praising you whispering how sorry he was for not being here and how he was going to make this all up to you. finally both legs were washed and felt like jelly, he moved hissing as he seated his bare ass on the side of the tub reaching over he collected your razor and shaving cream and made quick work of collecting your leg carefully lathering it in the foam then began to drag the razor across you.

You didn't flinch or protest, you were thank full for it you needed a shave but hadn't really been able to reach, you'd been desperate enough even considering asking Paige but.....No. You loved when he did this...There was something strangely romantic in him taking care of you like this, just knowing that he didn't find your body gross sent little flutters in your chest. You watched silently enjoying the attention as he dragged the blade across your skin in long swipes concentrating on each drag of the blade then flicked it in the water until finally your leg was less werewolf more human.

"Woohoo look no cuts! lets go two for two shall we?" He lowered your leg back into the water with one parting open mouthed kiss on your bent knee making you giggle as he bit at it softly licking the now clean soft flesh. Sure enough he was quick to shave your other leg, avoiding cutting you which made him very proud of himself then he quickly pulled you down the length of the tub and began a soothing full body wash that just ended up being a massage. You both laughed as your son kicked out as his fathers hands each time he rubbed across the bump and soon it was a game, your baby trying to catch Henry with a kick. Finally though you were finished or you thought you was Henry was adamant about washing your hair you gave in dipping your hair into the water and lying back letting him scrub away the tension in your scalp using the lavender shampoo to help with the relaxing theme of the night. by the time you were squeaky clean you were half asleep his hands were heaven sent; like the rest of the man.

You felt the best you had in months not grotty, hairy and there was no pain anywhere just calm and relaxed so much so that you couldn't really move.

"You jumping in love?" you said over a yawn he shook his head slipping on his boxers you noticed that his erection was slowly going down. You were to far along and 'adult' time could start the labor...And as much as you couldn't wait for your baby boy to be here you wasn't going to risk anything, as far as you were concerned he could stay in your belly as long as he wanted just so long as he was a healthy baby on arrival.

Henry laughed as he carried you to your bed room patting you dry before wrangling you into your most comfortable fussy pajamas. you smiled at him lounging on the bed as he through on a t-shirt and bottoms of his own then helped you up knocking on Paige's room as you both walked past to go downstairs.

"Come on poppet! time for movie night!...Yes you to kal!" you smiled as Paige ran up to you hugging you tight and kissing your bump

"Are you better mummy?" you nodded to her

"Yes baby much better now...Daddy has taken care of me...But whats this about movie night? are we having snacks?"Paige smiled holding your hand and leaned back on her heels swinging happily.

"We-erm we got the apples!" Henry shushed her and quickly

"shh! that’s a surprise Paige-y" she quickly giggled as Henry hook an arm around her tummy picking her up and tickling her as he carried her down the stairs. You couldn't help the wide grin across your face. Who'd of thought just having a soothing bath and being taken care of by your man you'd snap out of your low mood. You followed as Henry directed you both into the den that was ready for a family movie night blankets and pillows galore almost like a huge slumber party. With in moments you and Paige were being treated to foot massages.

It was more comical then anything as Paige had never had a foot rub before and she was ticklish ,she caught Henry unawares and nearly took out his front teeth with a swift uncontrollable kick. He had retorted by quickly twisted around sitting on her legs and mercilessly tickled her feet until she was screaming and laughing you joined in blowing raspberries on her neck being careful of flailing limbs. She soon began whining and crying through her giggles and you both let up on her. she laid down picking through your nail varnish colours still wanting her her toes painted even thought she didn't want anyone to touch her feet...Which was going to be easy.

Henry flipped on the dvd to keep Paige occupied whilst  you on the other hand had the task of painting the giggling child's toenails a bright aqua blue with tiny metallic pieces. Thankfully though years of painting your own nails meant you had it done in under five minuets.

"Now Paige be careful they won't be dry until the end of the film okay poppet?" She nodded smiling wriggling her little toes. With Paige finally settled you could lay back and relax. Henry got to work digging his skilled fingers into the soles of your feet rubbing away months of tension you moaned and flopped back into the mountain of pillows this was heaven you could get used to this. Henry watched the tv with Paige still working on the soles of your feet adding more baby lotion every now and then just as you were falling back to sleep Paige piped up she was hungry yawning she scratched her head and crawled onto your legs moving to press the side of her face on your belly wiping her eyes after her bath and tickles she was a very tired little nugget.

"Daddy...Daddy I'm hungry when can we have apples?" Henry smiled at her leaning over to kiss her head

"I will got do it now....You wanna stay here with Mummy?" she looked drowsely from him to you and nodded letting her head fall again onto your tummy. You smiled and ran your fingers through her hair, once Henry left Kal was quick to steal his warm spot lying with his spine against your legs head resting on your crossed feet. you moved bundling up Paige putting a pillow under her hips so she wasn't so twisted up and watched the tv. after some cursing and crashes and one broken plate later Henry returned holding the three plates high so you couldn't see what he had made.

"Paige? Paige come on snack time nugget" at the word snack the toddler was up and at'em hands held out high for food. You giggled then gasped when you saw what he had been slaving away over.

"OH?! Henry I-you haven't done these for years!" he smiled smugly.

"I know...Paige helped me so they might be sweeter this time...she added to much cinnamon so we had to add more sugar to didn't we nugget?" she hummed not really listening picking up the sugar sprinkled toasty to take a big bite. you went to stop her not wanting her to burn her mouth but Henry stopped you.

"Love, its cool I did hers first and opened it to let out the steam...That nice poppet?" she grinned nodding swallowing her mouthful.

"I like it daddy...like 'donalds apple pie...Mummy can Daddy cook now...Daddy does sweets!" you chuckled "We will see he might have to when the baby is here" she smiled cutely then looked to the tv again munching on her toasty

"Henry...What did you mean? Earlier? about Abbey?" he just grinned and winked

"Like I said babe leave it with me...I won't be nasty I promise...I just gonna set her straight, tell her if it carries on I’m getting the police involved”

"The police-Henry no-” you began to protest but he held up his hand a stern look

"Its harassment! I’m not letting her get away with it....look I'm just gonna tell her to stay away if she doesn't then I'm taking things further...Just don't worry I'm here now trust me?" you gulped you knew there wasn't really anything you could do but it unnerved you he must have been so angry when Paige told him.

"I do...I just I don't want anything to get worse remember she will still be here when your away" he rolled his eyes and quickly moved in giving you a kiss on your cheek

"Babe with the way her kids going I doubt she will be here by the end of term" you sighed and nodded you couldn't argue that then dropped the topic and snuggled back in with kal between you feeding the bear some apple he had put at the side of his plate.

You quickly found yourself stretched out on the floor, Henry beside you with Paige laying across the both of you. She had eaten her toasty and crawled over you and flopped, facing the tv nibbling the tip of her thumb head on Henry's chest, tummy over kal and legs sprawled out over your lap. It was when you heard her soft snores you both decided it was time for bed,  Henry scooped up and tucked her in at you went to bed you where just drifting to sleep when Henry snuggled up behind you holding you tightly littering kisses to the back of your neck.

"I really do love you y/n I hope you know that" you hummed turning your head to him blinking tiredly.

"Yes I know...I love you to it...All this was just hormones I'm a weepy pregnant woman about to pop...So you gotta bare with me okay?" He smiled kissing your cheek  sweetly.

"A tired pregnant woman more like come on sleep we both need it love" and that’s what you did getting the best nights sleep in a long time.

The next morning you awoke to Henry placing a hot cup of coffee and then moving to your wardrobe pulling out your favorite knit jumper and maternity leggings.

"Come on love we have half an hour!" You sat up surprised to find no backache at all making you smile then you registered what he had said and scrambled throwing your legs over the side of the bed.

"What?! Oh fuck! Paige! is she up? Shit-" Henry moved handing you your coffee

"She is up and ready...Well she wants plaits and I can't I’m all thumbs so you have todo her hair but she is dressed fed and watered, her lunch is done and her bag ready!" You smiled at him

"Well look at you a domesticated kryptonian, you house trained to?~" he flushed and moved to tickle you stopping when you held up the steaming coffee

"Yeah yeah just you wait~.Well I'm going to go make sure Paige is playing nicely see you in fifteen? " you smiled nodding to him.

By the time you came downstairs you had about ten minuets to get going. Henry was busying himself around the house, just doing a general tidy up collecting Paige's toys that had been strewn across the kitchen and living room. You took a second to appreciate him, he had been so sweet only being home for..well not even a day and he had already brought the house back into order, he had taken care of you and Paige spoilt the both of you eased your silly fears and had your daughter ready for school before you were even out of bed...The man needs a medal...Or blowy or two now that you can do!

"Mummy! Mummy can I have braids? Daddy tried he can't he pulls and knots it!" You chuckled when she ran up to you holding her little box pf hair clips and ties. You nodded seeing Henry attempt being a loose....Is that a braid? Honestly your not sure what to call it but it was scruffy and bad and it would be a god send if you could get it out! you giggled and looked to a red faced Henry who had folded his arms watching embarrassed at the state he had left his little pumpkins hair in.

"What? I-I tried okay?"

"That you did and it was a valiant attempt...But seriously you need to get your ass on youtube love~" You moved quickly untangling the...what ever it was you had to use a lot of de tangling spritz but finally Paige had two neat braids and soon you were all out the door.

It wasn't until half way to the playschool Henry had remembered he had to pop to the shop something about getting bacon and more milk. You nodded to him, as he gave you kals lead saying he would meet up with you at the school. You and Paige continued to the school waiting t the gates with Fran and Micah.

"She ain't her yet then?" You asked Fran nodded

"Yeah, Patty is already on one, fucking little heathen just bit Rose look"

"Mummy whats a heathen?"you gave Tran a look giggling out of the side of her mouth you looked and sure enough Rose was screaming holding her cheek crying into her mothers legs as her mother was screaming at Abbey who was coddling Patty shouting at everyone who would listen that patty had a right to stick up for herself. You rolled your eyes at the scene this child was just feral! And the mother no better."Nothing baby...Why don't you go see? Rose look shes sad" she nodded and ran off into the playground pulling rose away from her mother with Micah and a few of the other kids You shushed Kal as he barked at all the excitement you knew he wanted to go see the crying little girl he was attached to these kids, as far as the bear was concerned they were all his!.

Once Paige was out of ear shot Fran spoke up.

"Shes only here because they were kicked out of magpies and dee dee's" you looked to Fran what? She nodded to them subtly.

"Who? Patty?"

"Yeah...Abbey came in to the surgery, wanting to be tested for adhd...Shes convinced thats the problem apparently Patty was kicked out of magpies for fighting and then dee dee's...The kid needed stitches she bit a chunk out of his thigh...She was supposed to go to one of those playschools for the challenging children, you know? with the anger management and quiet times...Got to come here though cos Abbey said its adhd but obviously we cant test for it until shes older she was told to get Patty to counselling but refused....Its not though, I've see adhd and that is just a badly behaved little girl who in my opinion needs a smacked ass and a time out." You agreed laughing just as Abbey came strutting past with Patty...looks like she's being sent home again.

"Don’t you fucking judge me whore! And what have I said about that fucking mutt! Keep it away from the school or I will have it put down!-"

"OH NO YOU FUCKING WONT!" oh fuck she didn't...Not infront of Henry You froze as Henry shouted loud and clear, the playground got silent. Noone had ever heard Henry raise his voice even the children stopped to stare whispering about Superman.Paige held onto Rose

"I-its okay daddy isn’t mad at us...I think?" As far as Henry was concerned it was bad enough to upset you and Paige but threatening Kal's life fuck no!

Abbey faltered taking a step back at the frightening scowl on his face, in one hand he had a bag of shopping the other was a small bouquet of flowers. Your heart melted a little already knowing the lillys; your favorite flowers were for you. But you shook your head moving to him as he squared up to Abbey, he just wedged himself between you and the other woman shushing Kal. who was yipping anxiously about you both.

"So your Abbey and Patty? Well I'd like a word with you if you don't mind..." his voice was a growl you'd never herd before he definetly channeling some inner dark fucking protective alpha shit. I mean fuck he could so play a villain?  where was your soft boy?.

"Mummy? Why is superman here...Is he really Paiges daddy-"

"Oh hush Patty of course he isnt-"

"Thats what I wanted to talk about" she looked to Henry again and stuttered

"W-what I-" You gulped as he gained on you both Kal was still pulling to go see the upset toddler...he was a nanny dog.

"I’m warning you this once.Stay away from my family, I mean it you've caused enough upset and I'm home now and noone...And I mean noone fucking upsets my wife and daughter! She might take it but I'm not. You've upset my heavily pregnant wife ,confused my daughter and now I hear you threatening my dog? You know what you've done is slander...Causing serious stress to a pregnant woman can been seen as intent to harm her and MY baby and is also harassment...I'm giving you this one chance you and your daughter stay away or I will come down on you like a tonne of bricks and have you in court before you know it" your heart fluttered as Henry came to a stop beside you.

"W-what I haven't done anything! Neither has Patty! We havent done anything! I don't know what your fucking wife has said but-"

"You've been running your mouth, I just heard it myself like I said I will go to the courts and get the police involved, its harassment, intent to harm and slander,  which being in the public eye we take very seriously, if I hear any more about it I will be on to my lawyers quicker then you would believe. I'v said my piece. Stay away from my family." He turned his back on her and smiled down at you you glanced between him and her.

“Henry- what are-?” he placed his hand on your arm soothing you

"No-Love I'm sorry I told you...I'm not putting up with it...I will look into injunctions today" that caught the womans attention and she flipped her lid.

"INJUNCTIONS! HOW WILL THAT WORK PATTY GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL!? WHAT YOU THINK I WILL TAKE MY DAUGHTER OUT?" Henry looked over his shoulder at the woman.

"No honestly I think she will be excluded by that point...Biting and attacking the other kids? I will tell you one thing though Patty ever attacks Paige I will personally see to you both being thrown out on your ass! All these kids here have a right to be safe in school and by law the staff here have a right to Exclude any children who harm the other kids." Abbey huffed eyes blazing

"You think you can do that-"

"Not alone but we do have a pta...One vote and we can demand Patty's removal from the class for the safety and well being of the other children " she screamed angry and turned  screeched and walked of dragging Patty along behinde her.

"B-but Mummy you said he wasn't her daddy! You said-"

"Oh will you shut up! You've caused enough trouble for one day Patricia!" Henry smirked after the woman and turned to you handing you the small bouquet of flowers.

"And these are for you my love~" you blushed sniffing them softly thanking him you felt giddy. Suddenly before you could say anything the other kids all gathered round each taking turns giving Kal his morning cuddles then asking Henry questions about being superman squealing when he played along and admitted it but made them promise to keep it a secret. You chuckled as he answered them each the the best of his ability getting stumped a few times dodging a few bullets here and there. It wasn't long before Miss Bou had to round up the kids for class and you were on your way home after getting a few 'well done' comments from some of the other mothers.

"Soo babe....Me thinks you deserve a little reward for all your hard work..."

"Hard work? babe I just-"you rolled your eyes hooking an arm around his leaning against him breathing him in.

"yes hard work...Putting me straight last night looking after me and Paige, coffee in bed and you tidied the house and now this...Sorting out the vindictive woman and her kid- which by the way was a complete turn on watching you go all alpha scary daddy!UGH fuck my panties are wet" he took a deep breath willing himself to calm down.

"Ugh woman don't even go there you know we can't-" you kissed his shoulder and interrupted him.

"Ah ah~ no your right we can't have full on sex...But there are other ways for me to worship my husband~" he stopped and blinked confused then his face lit up

"what do you OH Fuck!...Am I getting a blowy?" You hummed pretending to think about it.

"Well No" his face dropped and he whined his hopes shattered

"Then what-" you smiled cheekily up at him

"Think Daddy earned more then one blowy Baby~" his face lit up like Christmas and slung his arm around your shoulder holding you tight.

"Oh fuck yes! Come on hurry up~ quickly Kal mush! pull mummy faster! come on woman get a waddle on I need to be in your mouth like fucking yesterday!" You giggled as he ushered you home faster eager to have his well earned reward you laughed knowing that today was going to be a good day.

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[collecting-stories]

T-shirt - JJ Maybank

Request: i love love love your fics ! if you have time or inspo can you please do one with jj’s gf slowly stealing all of his clothes and eventually his shark tooth necklace too?

A/N: Some JJ fluff.

Outer Banks Masterlist

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It wasn’t like JJ had a huge collection of clothing to choose from. A few pelican marina shirts that had seen better days, the odd Coors light or Miller light that he’d no doubt pilfered from his dad long ago, and whatever free t-shirts he’d gotten from businesses in the area. It wasn’t like any of his clothes were kept in pristine condition either. Shirts littered with holes, stains on the arms and neck of sweatshirts that wouldn’t come out no matter how many times he lugged them down to the laundromat. Still there was something about his clothes. Like wrapping yourself in a safety blanket.  

JJ’s clothes smelled like him, weed and saltwater, a combination you knew you would hate on anyone else. But on him it just fit, like another piece of the puzzle that made him up, and you liked the smell. You knew that the night before Christmas break when the temperature dropped unexpectedly and you borrowed a hoodie. The strings had long since been pulled out, the front pocket was slowly becoming detached from the left side and there were tiny holes all along the hem. But he offered it up after you all moved inside and you complained that you were still cold.  

“How can you still be cold?” He’d teased even as he pulled the hoodie over his head and tossed it to you. The insignia on the front suggested he might be employed by a block company but you knew he’d probably just lifted it from his cousin or his dad ages ago.  

“It’s not my fault I run cold.” You said, slipping the hoodie over your head and burrowing into it. The warmth of it surrounded you and you hunched your shoulders, slipping the neck up over your nose so you could be encased in him.  

“You look ridiculous.” JJ pointed out, dropping into the seat beside you as John B put a movie on.  

It was the first time he made fun of you in his clothes but not the last. According to him you looked ridiculous in his Coors Light cut off too. His shoulders were broader than yours and it hung off you like a paper bag except where it caught on your hips. It hung over in the front and caught right about your ass, not exactly the cover up you were looking for but you liked the little hole in the neckline and the barely legible graphic on the front and that it was JJ’s. You promised to wash it and return it but instead it sat on your bed with the hoodie.  

The next shirt you took was a blue pelican marina one. You put it on after the first time that you and JJ had sex. In your bedroom, while your parents were on the mainland for the weekend. You had pulled his shirt on first and then a pair of underwear as you went into the kitchen to get the pint of ben and jerry’s you’d bought for yourself the day before.  

“We’re the only ones here, you don’t need a shirt.” JJ had pointed out but you didn’t listen to him, eager for the excuse to steal another of his shirts.  

It wasn’t just shirts that you procured from him. A pair of sunglasses, a hat, a couple of bracelets, two rings, even his vape made it’s way into your possession. All items lost forever, you accumulated JJ’s things as if you were a dryer, eating up every other sock. He rarely questioned the disappearance, allowing you to take what you wanted and then forgetting that you had it.  

When things with his dad got really bad you told him he was welcome at yours, “think of it as your home away from home. Or just your home, actually.” It was already home to a multitude of his belongings.  

“I can’t take it anymore,” he confessed two weeks later, while you were on the HMS Pogue together. You had stolen his grey t-shirt to wrap your hair so you could dry it and he was laying across the front of the boat, head turned to watch you sitting there in a bathing suit with his shirt on your head.  

You caught off guard by the confession but it took only a second to realize that he was talking about his father. You stood and walked the short length to where he was, sitting down on the bench beside him. He reached his hand out, brushing against the soft skin of your stomach, fingers pinching the roll that peeked out over your bathing suit bottoms and you swatted at his hand.  

“My mom said you’re always welcome to stay, why don’t you come to mine for a little while?” You offered up your house with ease as you brushed your fingers through his hair.  

“I need to get clothes.”  

“I have some...of yours.” You admitted.

A drawer full was more like. With a little box inside the drawer that kept all the odds and ends, rings and bracelets and sunglasses, a gaiter, that you had collected from JJ. Sitting on your nightstand by your phone charger was his shark tooth necklace, the one he’d complained of losing just the week prior and you had played dumb over. As if it was sitting your room from when he left it there.  

When you opened the drawer to show JJ your collection of his belongings he’d immediately accused you of being a thief, and rightly so. “I’m so proud of you,” JJ had admitted a moment later, “I taught my girlfriend well.”

“It wasn’t intentional!” You insisted, “it just kind of happened.”

“You have my necklace too? I tore John B’s apart looking for this!” He grabbed the cord off your nightstand and held it up before securing it around his neck again. You both knew that he would take the necklace off again before bed and lose it somewhere in your room. The cycle would continue, your room was like a time capsule of your relationship with JJ. Every article of clothing meant someone, had been acquired during some event, whether small or monumental and you remembered them all.

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[enamoured-x]

Can I pretty please get smut prompts 1,9,14,18,19,44,62,64,102, 106,107 with Angel? I know I'm bad! 🥰😏🤤

oh my god. This got way ahead of me. I couldn’t fit in three of the prompts because I didn’t see how I could use them for what I wrote. If you’d like just shoot me another ask for them! Enjoy! (gif not mine)

Warnings: NSFW

Angel was relentless when he first met you. You were not sucked in by his charming smile and smooth words. Which only made him work harder. You had first met Angel through your uncle, Taza. You had just moved back to Santo padre wanting to be closer to your parents again. You had never met the club before but you and your uncle were always close so when you moved back he was keen to introduce you to them. Everyone was very welcoming and you started to frequent the clubhouse often. You quickly became friends with everyone but Angel was not interested in being just your friend. 

“What did you bring me today, mami?” Angel asked as you walked into the club house with a few bags. 

“I brought everyone some lasagna and cake.” You explained as you set the bags down and took out the plastic containers. You loved to cook and bake so you were always bringing your food to the clubhouse so they could try. Everyone quickly flocked over to you and you handed them containers. 

“Sounds delicious. But I think I’m in the mood for something else.” Angel whispered to you as he got closer. The guys were too occupied with their food now to notice. You would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. Because you were, but you knew guys like him and you had no interest in being a quick fuck. Especially when you admired the club so much, you didn’t want anything to ruin your friendship with the men. 

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” You told him as you made yourself busy with cutting the cake.

“Who said it had to be on the bed?” He slid his knuckles down your arm slowly. You hated yourself for the shiver that went down your spine. You leaned away from him not wanting anyone to see what he was doing. Angel was discreet about his advances. Of course, Coco, Ez, and Gilly knew but the older men of the club had no idea. And you were glad for it. Taza would probably lecture you all day and then kill Angel for even attempting to flirt with you. 

“Are you ever going to stop?” You asked as you finally met his stare. He smirked.

“I think you know the answer to that. Besides, I don’t think you want me to stop.” You bit your lip and couldn’t help but check him out. There was truth to his words, you knew if you really wanted him to stop you’d actually be clear about it instead of just answering his flirtations with eye rolls or laughter. 

You met his eyes again but there was no amusement anymore. He looked ready to pounce on you and you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make you interested. 

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.” His words made your cheeks flush. You cleared your throat and looked around to still see everyone stuffing their faces and talking amongst each other. 

“Angel.” You scolded him. He was getting bolder with his comments and when and where he was saying them. He was also getting more handsy with you, like the other day at the pool. 

Your apartment complex had a pool and when Angel had asked you to hang out you explained to him you were having a pool day and left it at that. You should’ve known he’d come breaking down your door to join you. So you two lounged about at the pool. There were a few stragglers but after a while they left and it was just you and Angel. You could feel his eyes on you the second you took off your clothes and revealed your bathing suit. 

“You joining me?” You had asked him as you slipped into the pool. He was quick to take off his tank top. You tried not to focus on his chiseled chest. He swam over to you and before you knew what was happening he pulled you into him. You knew it was stupid of you to let Angel touch you and let him get away with his advances, but you hated that you actually liked it. So you would let him when no one was around. It was a dangerous game you were playing but you were convinced it was harmless.

“You look so fucking sexy, mami.” He said as he stared into your eyes. 

“Angel…” You warned him. 

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side. No one will notice.” Fuck, this game was not harmless. You were kidding yourself. He pushed his face into your neck, his lips skimmed over your bare skin but he made no movement to continue. 

“Jesus, Angel. You’re insufferable.” You had the self control to push him away and he laughed.

“Just waiting for you to give in.”

“Not happening.”

“We’ll see.”

You both knew you were close to giving in. He knew you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. But you were hung up on how Taza would react to it. And he couldn’t blame you but he was ready to just say fuck it. 

Eventually you did give in though. 

You were at Angel’s apartment, making food as he watched. As much as you two flirted, you and him were close friends at this point. You were always at his place or him at yours. Which just made it all the more obvious that you were going to just give in because at this point, you were basically dating. Just without the benefits. And damn, did you want the benefits. 

“Do you ever get tired of staring?” You asked as you stirred the pasta. 

“Not when the view is this good.” He looked you up and down and you laughed. 

“You have no shame, do you?”

“Nah, not when it comes to you.” He smirked and walked over to you. He had a smooth answer for everything it was annoying. You continued to stir the pasta as he placed his hands on your waist. 

“I don’t know what you’re so afraid of because at this point, you’re mine.” You swallowed at his words. You wanted to counter that he did not have any claim over you but you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you liked the idea. And it reaffirmed that you weren’t the only one who thought you were both spending too much time together to not be anything more than friends. 

You hoped this wasn’t a mistake as you turned off the stove and turned around to face him. 

“Pasta done?” He asked with a knowing smirk. 

“Not even close.” Your words were invitation enough as he pulled you into him. 

“This is why I don’t give up.” 

“Just shut up and kiss me, Angel.” He needed no further encouragement as his lips finally met yours. It was like a dam broke loose in you and you ran your fingers through his hair trying to get closer. You were both a mix of tongue and teeth clashing. Such anticipation and it was finally happening. His hands slid from your waist to your ass as he squeezed hard and he grounded into you.

You let out a moan on his lips and he pulled away. 

“I think thats the first time I’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.” He said and then quickly pressed his lips on yours once again. You kept your lips connected as you started pushing him backwards. Knowing what you wanted, he easily lifted you up and turned around to carry you out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. His lips never left yours. You couldn’t get enough of him and were kicking yourself for not doing this sooner. When he finally made it to his room, he sat down on the bed and pulled away much to your dismay. 

“Take off your clothes.” His tone let you know he was serious now and fuck, you liked it. 

You untangled yourself from him and wasted no time dropping your shorts and taking off your shirt. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled. You smirked as you unclipped your bra and let it fall off your shoulders and to the floor. His eyes got darker. 

“Wanna help me?” You asked as you stepped closer to him. He quickly yanked your panties down and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fuck…” He muttered as he placed a soft kiss to your stomach. The delicate touch had you breaking out into goosebumps as his lips skimmed up your stomach and between your breasts. 

“I could drown in you.” Is all he said before he flipped you onto the bed. Jesus, you knew he had a way with words but he was a different animal tonight. 

“Are you sure? Once I start I might not be able to stop.” He said as his fingers circled your belly button. Despite your nakedness, he was still willing to stop everything if you suddenly changed your mind. 

“Yes, please, Angel.” He brought you into another bruising kiss and pulled back as he stripped. You enjoyed the free show as you tried to touch yourself. 

“Fuck, no.” Angel swatted your hand away just as he finished undressing. “My fingers only.” He said. You bit your lip as you could finally see him in all his glory. And damn, you hoped you weren’t drooling. Angel was fucking beautiful and you now understood why he had such a big fucking ego. He could definitely back it up. 

“Like what you see, mami?” 

“I would like it more if you were inside me already.” Angel swore under his breath and climbed on top of you. His left hand held him up and his right hand trailed down your body and his fingers met your core. You arched into his touch and let out a whimper. He let out a soft laugh onto your collarbone. His fingers found your clit and that’s when you grabbed onto his shoulders. He lazily stroked you until you were panting.

“Angel, please!” You were not above begging. Not right now, not after waiting for so long, and especially not with him. 

“Be patient.” He said as he trailed kisses down your neck and towards your breasts. His beard tickling your skin. When he got to a nipple he licked first and then took the nub into his mouth. You tangled your hands in his hair as you let out a moan. He sucked and nibbled your nipples as he worked you over with his fingers stroking your wet core.

“Oh god, Angel. I need you to fuck me now, please.” You pleaded as you felt the need for him consume you.

“You think you’re ready for me?” He asked and you answered him by snaking your hand down and taking a hold of his member. 

“Shit…” He grunted as you stroked him. He was fucking huge and you needed him so bad.

“I got you.” He said as he pulled your legs further apart to accommodate himself and then he was lining himself up. He pulled you in for a kiss as he slid all the way in, bottoming out. You whined onto his lips as you felt the burn of the stretch. It was so fucking intoxicating though. The slight pain and pressure. It was heaven. 

“You good?” He asked as he pulled away and moved some of your hair behind your hair.

“Perfect.” Is all you said as you pulled him in for another kiss and bucked up into him to get him to start moving. He answered with a groan and gave you what you wanted. His thrusts were slow but deep at first and then he started to speed up. As he pounded into you, you bit your lip to stop from crying out. Only letting out whimpers and don’t stop and fuck. The pleasure was all consuming.

“I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” He said as he took a nipple into his mouth and bit down, not relenting in his pace. You let out your cry this time and it seemed to spur Angel on. 

“That’s right, baby. Let it all out.” He said against your skin. His fingers met your core once more and you felt yourself nearing the edge. 

“Fuck, Angel. I’m gonna cum.” You moaned as you clawed at his back and pulled him in tighter with your legs around his waist.

“You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?” His words were only pushing you closer.

“Yes, baby. Please let me cum.” You knew that did something for him. Asking for permission to cum. That was the end for him.

“Fuck! Come, baby. Come.” Is all he needed to say as you cried out and let go. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and you felt Angel lose himself too and let go inside of you. He thrusted into you slowly as you both came down from your highs. Once you felt the effects of your climax start to fade, he pulled out of you. 

“That was better than I could have ever imagined it being.” He said as he pulled you into him. You threw a leg over him and trailed your fingers across his chest. 

“You imagined it a lot?” You asked and he threw the blankets over you both. 

“Every damn day.” You snorted at that. 

“I knew you couldn’t resist me.” He added and you slap his chest.

“Do not make me regret this.” You groaned. But you were only teasing. You were not regretting it in the slightest.

“You’re in trouble now. I’m like a drug that you ain’t gonna be able to quit, baby.” 

“Oh my god, how are you this fucking cocky?” It truly amazed you. He laughed and tilted your chin up to look at him. He pressed a kiss on your lips and rolled his hips up as he grabbed your thigh that was around him. 

“You know how.” Is all he said as he once again turned you over to hover above you. 

“You’re ready for round two so soon?” You asked but you were not objecting. 

“Always ready for you, baby. I’m just getting started.” 

He kept you up all night, the only time you broke away was to find some snacks and then you were right back at it. And when morning came, well let’s just say you didn’t leave the bed till late afternoon. 

#angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes #mayans mc

[restmyheadatnightcontent]

speak the language of love (like you know what it means)

 "Have you had any experiences recently that have caused you stress or anxiety?”

 Yennefer snorts.

 “Well, I went from living in a 3000 square foot penthouse flat in Cintra to a hotel room in the middle of nowhere so—”

Geralts eyes widen. “That sounds like it would do it.”

Julian Pankratz, one of the Continent's most famous playboys, always invited to the hottest parties, always seen with the best of the best, is enjoying his lavish life in his huge Cintran apartment when he suddenly gets cut off by his parents and is sent to live in the middle of nowhere.

It might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him.

(aka the incredibly indulgent schitts creek au that I wrote)

Bloody hell, Jaskier thinks to himself again as he dragged his suitcase through the mud. Well, one of his suitcases. One of his many, many suitcases. Looking at the small army of luggage surrounding him, he might be willing to admit that there may be a small chance he has overpacked and maybe the driver had a right to be annoyed but it’s too late to worry about that now. And what was he supposed to do? Receiving the news that he was suddenly getting kicked out and cut off meant that he wasn’t exactly in his prime packing mindset. Hence, he seems to have packed everything he owns, and who knows when he’s going to be going home.

If he's going to be going home.

Nope. Not thinking about that. He’s saving his breakdown about all this until he has had time to find lots of chocolate and lots of wine. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he somehow manages to drag himself along with his suitcases towards the front door.

 The Cock & Bull.

The Cock & Bull in Prickwell.

Despite it all, he has to admit the name is funny. He just wishes it wasn’t where he was going to be living for the foreseeable future.

Pushing the door open to the small hotel, he enters what he can only assume is the reception. It’s not a particularly large room and seems to be worse for wear (understatement of the century) but right now its most redeeming quality is its distinct lack of rain.

“Hello, welcome to the Cock and Bull. I’m Yennefer,” the woman behind the desk says tiredly, without looking away from her computer “How can I help you?”

“Hello – hi – I, uh - I believe there’s a reservation for me?” he asks “It should be under Pankratz, Julian Pankratz.”

She types the name into her computer and then frowns “I’ve got nothing down here.”

Shit. “Maybe under Alfred Pankratz?”

“Still not seeing anything.”

“Shit. Right,” he was hoping to keep this information private but without this place he doesn’t know what he’s going to do. “Erm so long story but my Dad kind of owns this place? And, I uh may have been slightly cut off? So my Dad booked me a room here as a punishment. He said forever but I’m pretty sure that was a joke and he’s just trying to teach me a lesson so he probably booked it for like a week or something?”

“Oh, that’s you. I assumed that email was a joke. But yeah, there is a room that I can put you in.”

“Great, so is it like a penthouse suite or-?”

“It’s a single room. Sorry, all our suites are booked up.” She replies with what he thinks may be sarcasm “Here’s your key. It’s room 4, just up the stairs on the right. Breakfast is from half 7 to 10 in the morning. If you need anything else, I’ll be here.” “Right.” He looks at the mountain of luggage behind him “So is there like a concierge or someone to carry my bags?”

“Do we look like the kind of place that has a concierge?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, you’re here maybe you could—"

“I have to watch the desk,” she says simply.

“Well is there a lift or anything?”

“Round the corner, but it’s a bit temperamental. I wouldn’t risk it.”

“Great.”

It takes him an embarrassingly long time and an embarrassing number of trips but eventually he manages to get all his bags up the stairs into the room.

He looks around the room. It’s not the worst place he’s ever stayed, but its close. His bags take up almost fill the room, not that there is much else in it: a small bed, a bedside table, a tiny wardrobe that can barely fit half of suitcase in it, a small TV and the most disgusting wallpaper that he has ever seen.

The one saving grace of the room is the window, or rather the view out the window. Out of the small window, in the distance he can just about make out a sandy beach and the blue of the sea.

A shower. That will make him feel better.

He steps into the tiny cubicle and lets the lukewarm water trickle over him, but instead of making him feel better, the only thing running through his mind is the conversation he had with his parents only a few hours ago.

 “We’re cutting you off, Julian,” his father announced, storming into his bedroom and ripping open the curtains.

 “I’m sorry?” He glanced at the clock and realised he had only been in bed for about 2 hours, having been out all night and stumbling in at 6am. He was not prepared in the least for a visit from his father. At least this time he hadn’t brought anyone home, the last time his father had barged in for a morning lecture they had had to wait awkwardly whilst the model he had spent the night with gathered her clothes and left.          

 “We’re cutting you off,” Alfred repeated, “You’ve been gallivanting around and partying far too much and wasting all my money and I’m sick of it,”

 “Well its on my card so technically its my money!”

 “No it isn’t! It is my money that I earned by working, and I will not have you waste it whoring yourself out all over the place!”

 “I am not ‘whoring myself out’! And you gave that money to me and put it on my card so it’s mine!”

 “I gave it you in the hopes that you would do something worthwhile with it but you’ve just pissed it up the wall, wracking up debts and you’ve turned this family into a laughing stock.”

 “Well, I’m sorry for having a bit of fun! Gods.”

 “Well, the fun is over now. I’ve cancelled all your accounts and I’ve sold your flat, which should just about cover the debts and we’re sending you away—”

 “What do you mean ‘you’re sending me away’? I’m not a fucking child! I’m an adult and you can’t just sell my house and kick me out onto the street like some kind of dog!”

 “I’m not kicking you out. I’ve booked you a room in a hotel.”

 Oh well, that changes things, he had thought. A few nights in the Savoy while he waits for them to calm down won’t be too bad.

 “The car will be here to pick you up in 20 minutes and it will take you to your flat to sort your things before taking you to Kaedwen.”

 “Kaedwen? Why the fuck is it taking me to Kaedwen?”

 “I told you – I’ve booked you a room on a hotel. And you’ll stay there for two months until you’ve sorted yourself out.”

 “But why Kaedwen? Wait – are you sending me to that hotel you bought ages ago for a joke?” His father just nods and Jaskier lets out a manic laugh. “Of course you are. Fine send me off to the middle of fucking nowhere. But why are you selling my flat if I’m only there for 2 months?”

 “Oh, you won’t be coming back. I’m only paying for the room for 2 months, and then it’s up to you,” he says matter-of-factly.

 “But – I – you can’t!”

 “Oh, I think you’ll find I can and I am,” his father says calmly “Ten minutes Julian.”

So he was taken to his flat and given half an hour to pack his belongings whilst the driver – Jon or Jan or Pieter or something – stands and watches on, whilst he frantically he throws all the clothes he can find into a suitcase, grabbing whatever he can. He at least got some help carrying his bags down to the car and throwing them in the back. Then with another glare he was shepherded into the back of the car and they were off and, well here he is.

He steps out the shower and dries himself off with towels that seem to be made from carboard, cursing himself for not packing his ones from his flat. He picks out some dry clothes and makes his way downstairs to reception.

“Do you have towels?”

“Are there not any in your room?”

“If you mean the two sheets of sandpaper that seem to be lying on my bed then yes there are. But I cannot use them.”

“Why not?” “Why not? Did you not hear me say sandpaper?”

“Those towels are perfectly fine”

“If you don’t value your skin then I suppose so.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“My towels?”

“You’ve got your towels.”

“Are you always this rude?”

“Only to people who deserve it.”

“And what I have I done to deserve it? I am in an extremely stressful situation right now, and all I want to do is take a bath, preferably with a toaster, and forget that this whole thing is happening ok?”

Yennefer stares at him, and he prays that she can’t see the desperation that is almost certainly plastered across his entire face.

“Fine, I think I have some new towels in the back. Give me a minute,” she says whilst moving towards what he guesses is the back “I’m only doing this so that you’ll leave me alone.”

She pauses at the door and turns to him, “And because you called me rude. I take that as a compliment.” And with that she’s gone.

Jaskier turns and takes another look at the room he now finds himself in, and what he now realises, with sinking heart, is going to be his new home for a while. It’s a fairly plain room, blank white walls with a few cracks running through the old plaster. There are old beams running along the ceiling and there’s a nice stone fireplace in the corner and on any other day he probably would go so far as to call it nice – a sort of country chic right out of a cute rom-com. But right now the sight of it just makes him angrier.

He is snapped out of his reverie by towels being shoved into his face.

“Here.”

Jaskier takes them and runs his fingers over them. They are still nothing compared to the lovely Egyptian cotton towels that are sitting back in his flat, but they’re better than what he had. They’ll have to do. Standing up from his chair, he suddenly realises how hungry he is.

“Is there somewhere I can get something to eat?”

“There’s a café across the road that’s open all day. There’s the pub as well if you consider an ancient packet of crisps as food.”

“Café it is then.”

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Something Just Like This - CH39

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: NSFW, all the fluff, a healthy amount of angst

WC: 5025

A/N: THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE END. And what a wild ride it was. Thank you all for giving this story a chance. For reading it to the end. I’m not going to lie, I am a little sad that it’s all over now. I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dean walks her through the mass of people, shouldering his way across the dance floor with the breadth of his shoulders. They part for him easily. It’s like he’s still got that vibe of authority around him. People respect him, people listen to him when he talks, people are looking up to him. She’ll never get used to that, because even though Dean can be acting all though, he’s really just the softest when he’s with her. 

It’s when they walk out into the parking lot that she has to ask, “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” He says, looking back and there’s a huge smile on his face.

He walks to his car, opens up the door to let her get in and she hesitates, “You’re the best man, I don’t think you should be leaving now.”

“It’s over, we ate, we drank, people can have a good time without me,” Dean explains, “Besides, Cas knows and he’s okay with it.”

“But the bride didn’t throw her bouquet yet.” She doesn’t know why she says this, she doesn’t even know if they all are throwing flowers because she’s really never been to a wedding before. 

Dean’s eyebrow climbs up his forehead, “Do you want to catch the bouquet?”

“I don’t know?”

“You don’t like flowers.”

“Yeah, but still.” She crosses her arms but decides to get into the car. 

He closes the door, walks around and settles in before he turns to her, “Baby, you don’t need a bridal bouquet.”

 *

 “Are we there yet?” She asks, because she can’t even see. 

Dean had taken off his tie and blindfolded her with it before they set out on their journey, asking first if she trusts him and of course she does. So now she’s sitting in the dark, with no sense of orientation whatsoever. 

It feels like they’ve been driving for hours already.

“You just asked six fucking minutes ago.” Dean growls beside her. 

“But we’re not there yet!”

“No.”

She sits back, tries to relax. 

After a while, though, she asks again, “Dean, are we there yet?”

“Jesus, baby, just be patient!”

“I don’t like surprises, is all.” She mutters under her breath.

Dean chuckles, “I know. But you’ll like this one, I promise.”

She nods, leans her head back before she opens her mouth again to speak but Dean cuts her off.

“I swear if you ask me one more time if we’re there yet, I’ll turn the car around and we’re going back to the wedding!” 

“Wow,”

He laughs then, “I always wanted to be able to say that for once in my life.”

 *

 Y/N must have been sleeping by the time they arrive. Dean’s nudging against her face, pokes at her cheek with his index finger. 

“Are we there yet?” She mumbles groggily, almost forgets that she still has his tie around her eyes. 

Dean chuckles, leans closer, kisses her. She doesn’t see him, but feels him. Thinks that maybe she’d like to do that one time in bed. Having him wrap one of his ties around her eyes so she wouldn’t be able to see but only feel. 

He doesn’t take the blindfold off yet, though, and it’s somehow exciting but at the same time she’s anxious about it. Can’t help it. She really does not like surprises. 

She hears him getting out of the car, a moment later the door on her side opens and he scoops her up.

“Hold tight,” Dean whispers and she does, wraps her legs around his body as he closes the car door before he gets something out of the trunk. From the way he’s breathing, it must be their bag.

He walks her along a path, feels him going up little steps and then another path. There’s jingles of keys as she feels him fishing out something from his pants. And then she hears a turning of a key, hears an opening of a door. A click. Switching on of a light probably, because it gets brighter, and then he drops her down and positions himself behind her, his hand on her shoulders.

Dean lowers his head and whispers next to her ear, “You ready?” His big hand squeezes her shoulders, rubs up and down. 

“I don’t know,” She whispers back, “Should I be?”

Dean laughs into the back of her head, leaves a little peck before his fingers unknots her blindfold. 

It comes off and she blinks, lets her eyes adjust to the brightness of the light above them. 

Y/N’s standing in the entrance to a house, the walls are white around her, and there's a stairway that leads up the stairs to the second floor. 

“Look,” Dean says, turning her a little to a drawing he framed and hung up on the wall next to the door. It's her drawing, the one with both of them together plus Cuddles and Bubbles. 

She has tears in her eyes, can’t help it.

“Come on, I take you on a tour. It’s not finished yet but I sped up and got all the things done we would need to be able to start living here,” Dean pulls her along and she can’t even open her mouth to protest. Not that she wants to. 

They walk through the door and stand in a kitchen, it isn’t fully equipped yet but there’s a fridge and two stoves that they can use. The kitchen isle is still wrapped in packaging. 

“This is where you’ll spend most of your time.” Dean presents the kitchen to her, says it with a straight face. 

She elbows him in the rip. 

“Ouch! What was that for?” He wraps his hands around her, kisses her temple. 

“Oh, you know,” She says and they stand there, with Dean’s arm around her. “Once this is finished, it’ll be beautiful.”

“Come on,” Dean says, drags her into another section of the house. He shows her the dining table and there’s a terrace to the back. They step out to it but it’s already dark and she can’t see a lot. She still remembers it from the listing though, remembers that there’s a huge yard, a meadow that drops to a pond. She’s sure that the view’s amazing by daylight. 

Dean stands behind her again, wraps his hands around her middle, hugging her from behind. “Look up.”

She does, looks up to see stars in the sky. 

“We can see stars from here. Imagine sleeping out on the porch, looking up to the sky, how does that sound?”

“Amazing,” She says, because it really truly is. 

“Now, let’s go to the bedroom.”

She gasps dramatically, “Dean, I’m not that easy!”

He snorts so loud, she thinks he choked on his own saliva for a hot minute. He picks her up after, throws her over his shoulder and goes in, mentions the living room in passing. There’s already a couch, a TV’s still missing. Dean climbs up the stairs, his hand on her thigh and ass and he spanks her twice, making her yelp up with a laugh.

Y/N sees everything upside down when she turns her face but the nicest view is actually Dean’s ass in the fitting dress pants. Can’t quite take her eyes off of it. She spanks him too, for good measure. 

Dean just growls and she’s hanging from his shoulder until he walks along the landing to the last room to the left. 

Dropping her down on the bed, he follows, propping himself up on one elbow on his side as he watches her take in the room. 

It’s painted white with a heavy wooden closet and bed frame. There’s an adjacent room, which she thinks is the bathroom. 

He’s still on the bed as he watches her get off it to walk over to the window. The room overlooks the meadow. 

She turns back and smiles before she peeks into the bathroom. She tries the switch and the room lights up.

There’s a big window and an equally big bathtub. 

“The bathtub’s the first thing I installed in here.” He’s standing at the door, head leaned against the door frame.

She’s surprised that Dean sees the bathtub as their thing too. She loves bathing with Dean, doesn't really want to admit that she never liked bathing before she met him. 

“Is it big enough for the both of us?” She asks but knows that it is. It’s bigger than a normal tub, but not as big as the tub he has in his apartment. 

Dean walks over, squeezing her arm in passing, “We can test it.”

 *

 They’re sitting in the dark in the tub, have turned off the lights because the stars are shining in the skies, they can see it when they look out of the window. Dean leans the back of his head on the ledge, her head’s on his chest. His fingers stroking her in the warmth of the water.

“How are you feeling?” Dean asks, his hands coming up to massage her shoulder, her chest.

Y/N leans into the touch, her hands stroking his thighs on either side of her body. “Good. Great, actually,” She says, and adds, “Thank you for showing me.”

“You’re welcome.” Dean chuckles, his big hands come around her body, laying one hand on her stomach. “Can you imagine living here? With me?”

Y/N still think it’s cute how he asks. On one hand, he shows her all this as if he’s made the decision for both of them already but on the other hand, he’s afraid that he might have gone too far so he opts for asking.

“Only if it’s okay with you.” She answers, because, yes, of course she wants to live here.

“Oh, I’m more than okay with it.” He smiles, as he sits up a little, making her sit up with him, and places kisses along her shoulder. “I was thinking of a room for your art. You can decorate it yourself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We can move in as soon as today. Living and working on finishing it.”

“That sounds really good.”

Dean’s hand travels up her stomach, cups her tits in his big palms, fingers twisting at both her nipples and she has to bite down her bottom lip as not to moan too loud. “They delivered the bed two days ago. Thought I’d never get it on time.”

“On time for what?” She turns around in his grip, braces her hands on either side of his hips and goes in for a kiss, soft and slow. She breaks it before it could get too hot. “Dean Winchester, have you been planning on taking me here to seduce me?”

He smiles, bright and white, “Is it working? I even tested the bed to see if it creaks.”

She’s about to go in for another kiss but has to stop when she hears it. Has to hold herself back from laughing. “How did you test it? Did you get on the bed and wrestle around on your own?”

“Hey, don’t judge!” He’s laughing himself, his hand comes up around the back of her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. 

 *

 Dean spreads her out on the bed, deliberately leaving the lights out and the blinds open. The light from the stars is enough to wrap Dean up in a glowing light when he’s standing at the foot of the bed. 

My god, how did she get so lucky again? He’s looking like a goddamn full course meal when he’s standing there, naked, watching her watching him.

He strokes himself with one hand, and she’s about to move a little to see better when he stops her, “No. Stay. Spread your legs baby, I wanna memorize how you look with the light.” 

Y/N’s blushing. Is thankful that he won’t see that.

“You’re goddamn beautiful.” He whispers.

And it’s probably another agonizing two minutes until he comes to the bed and crawls towards her on all fours until he’s shouldered between her thighs. 

He kisses her thighs, one side then the other, nibbles and sucks at her flesh, moves closer to the place where she wants him most, but he’s stopping short, does the same thing all over again until she’s almost dying of anticipation.

“Dean!” She wriggles her hips and he has to hold her down.

That little shit just chuckles, “What do you want me to do? Tell me.”

“I want your mouth.” 

Dean looks up, raises an eyebrow, “Where do you want my mouth?”

“Oh god,” She props herself on the elbow, and Dean’s laughing because he just loves to get on her nerves, too. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Dean. Want your talented tongue licking and sucking at my clit, want you to get your tongue as far into my pussy as it would go and fuck me with it. Make me come and drip my juices all over your face. Please?”

Dean’s expression changes from playful to serious. He loves when she talks like that, it turns him on and she knows, uses it against him sometimes, like now. And she thinks Dean was not prepared to hear it, was not prepared how he might have just tortured himself with his question.

“Fuck, baby,” He mumbles before he licks a broad stripe up her folds. “You’re already so wet. Tastes so fucking delicious. So sweet.”

He dives in then, spits and licks and sucks like her pussy is really that good. Like he couldn’t be happier when she lets him eat her out. His beard is scratchy, prickles on her sensitive skin but she welcomes the burn. It’s so good. 

Dean lowers his face, buries his nose into her folds and his tongue in her pussy. 

My god, his tongue is massive, so wide and long and it already stretches her when he licks into her and fucks his tongue as deep as he could go without suffocating between her thighs.

He comes up for air, works his tongue around her folds, sucks in her clit as his hands make their way up her body. He toys with her tits, slaps on them and twists her nipples while he shakes his head and hums with her clit between his teeth. 

Y/N’s hands fly to his head, grips at his short hair, pulls him in further without even wanting to but she’s on the edge, ready to fall off a cliff. 

“Dean,” His name makes it past her lips in a quiet sobbing moan while her back arches, pushing herself against his face. 

She closes her eyes, breathes hard and she swears, she sees white dots flying around behind her eyelids. 

After a while she starts to laugh while Dean’s still cleaning her up down there. She clasps her hand over her face and laughs wholeheartedly.

Dean comes up and she looks down, sees his face shining in the light. “Good?”

“My god, yes.” She giggles, her hands go down to cradle his face, thumbs brushing away at the wetness in his beard and face as she pulls him up to kiss him. 

One of her hands goes between them, searching for his dick she thinks she has to work back up to it’s erected state but to her surprise, she finds it hard and it’s hanging heavy between his legs, the tip’s weeping wet. 

She doesn’t know how he does that, how eating her out for so long and chasing after her pleasure is something he really and truly enjoys, something that turns him on so much that he’s still fucking hard he could pound a nail with it.

Y/N strokes him while he kisses her and she tastes herself on him. Dean has to break the kiss but he leaves his forehead on hers. “Go on, do that and I won’t be fucking you tonight.”

And she does want that, wants him to fuck her, wants to feel him, so she lets go, “How do you want me?”

“You let me choose?” He’s laughing.

She grins and nods, “Yeah.”

Dean kisses her again before speaking, “The floor length mirror didn’t arrive yet so I guess you’ll be riding me tonight.” He turns on his back next to her. “Come on, hop on cowgirl!”

Laughing, she straddles him and teases him a little by grinding her pussylips over the length of his shaft. It feels so fucking perfect already. He helps her by gripping her hips, pushing and pulling her. 

Suddenly, she feels his hands coming down on her ass, spanking her hard enough to leave a mark. “Baby, seriously you want me to fuck you or not?”

She has to laugh at that and gives in, her hand picks up his dick, positions it to her entrance and slowly sits down on it. She can see him biting down on his bottom lip, the frown sits on his face. She works it in deeper, sits down lower until he bottoms out. 

“Oh god, you’re so deep,” She moans, resting her hands on his chest and Dean’s taking deep breaths to even out his excitement. 

Pausing, she takes deep breaths herself, is close to losing it because his dick always hits the right buttons on the inside of her. 

“Goddamn it, baby, can you move? I’m dying here.” Dean growls low and dark, he’s gritting his teeth. 

She starts to bounce up and down, slowly at first but then she gets faster. Dean spanks her ass once, twice, leaves his hand on the flesh of her ass cheeks, kneads it while he helps her bounce. 

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful up there with the light. I could watch your tits bouncing around all night.” His hands come around her body, palms cupping her tits to emphasize it. 

“Choke me,” She breathes out in a whisper, but Dean hears her nonetheless because his hands come around her throat, pressing down, cutting off her air supply. 

Y/N starts to ride him harder, faster, chasing her orgasm that’s so close. 

“That’s it,” Dean breathing hard himself, is trying actively not to come before her. “Ride through it, baby. Keep on riding. Good girl, you’re doing so good. Christ, you feel so fucking perfect.”

“Dean, I’m—”

“—I got you, baby.” Dean whispers, pulls her down until they’re chest to chest, wraps his arms around her and starts to fuck up into her, chasing both their release for her and for himself.

“Look at me, baby,” Dean pants through gritted teeth, urges her to stop burying her face in the crook of his neck. 

And she does, braces her hand on the side of his shoulder, looks at him, the tip of their noses touch. “Dean,” She says, feels that familiar tingling feeling crawling up her spine and her eyes cross for a brief second. 

Dean smiles at her, pulls her in for a kiss as he comes deep, bottoming out as deep as his dick could go.

They lie in the dark, her head on his chest. She listens to his heart beat while he strokes her back. It’s only when she’s shivering that he peels her off him, slips his soft dick out which makes her flinch. He lays her down and covers them both with a blanket. 

She has her head on his shoulder, draws an invisible drawing on his chest. They’re both almost falling asleep but then something hits her. “Bubbles!”

Dean chuckles, “Don’t worry. Sam will go feed her.”

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

He kisses the top of her head and pouts, “It’s like you don’t even know me.” 

Y/N smiles at that before she goes still. Her heart picks up speed because there’s still something that she wants to get off her chest but she’s afraid of how Dean would react.

“What is it?” Dean asks and really, how does he fucking do that? She didn’t say anything yet.

She sighs, “I have to tell you something, promise not to be mad?”

He turns on his side, hovers above her. “I never get mad at you.”

She knows that but still.

Dean doesn’t say anything, just watches her, a little crease between his eyebrows. 

“Well,” She starts and breathes in and out before continuing, “Do you think the house will be finished in about nine months time?”

“Why such a precise number?” Dean frowns some more.

She doesn’t say anything, just keeps on staring at him, waits for him to put two and two together, hopes he’s not that dense when it comes to taking hints.

The crease between his eyebrows grows deeper, and then there it was, the realization that hits him like a freight train. His lips form an ‘o’.

“I’m not sure because I haven’t done a test yet but I’m four days late.”

He smiles before leaning down to kiss her eyebrow, her nose, her lips. “Why should I be mad about it?

“I don’t know? Maybe you don’t want a baby now that you have freedom. Maybe you don’t even like kids. Mayb—”

Dean kisses her again, cutting her off, it grows so hard she thinks he’s bruising her. They break off for air, and Dean leaves his forehead on hers. “It’s true, I never wanted a baby. At least I never wanted one in my former life. But I would want one with you. Hell, give me a hundred.”

She giggles at that, “There’s no way I can birth a hundred babies. You gotta find someone else for that.”

“But how? You’re on birth control.”

Y/N shrugs, “I guess the many painkillers were contra productive and I don’t know. I took it regularly. But it could also be that I missed a day or two, I really can’t remember. Are you mad? Maybe the mistake is on me?”

“‘M not mad. And it’s not you. No contraception is 100% effective. You don’t have to be a genius to know that.” Dean pecks her nose, gets out of bed and picks up his pants from the floor. He gets back into them before searching for his shirt, gets into it and buttons it up.

“Where are you going? You leaving me?”

He finds it, pulls it over his head, and comes around, leans down to place a kiss on her forehead. “Relax, I’m gonna go get a test.”

“Dean, it’s past 1AM.”

Dean shrugs, walking out of the room but calls back, “There’s food in the fridge. And you better drink a lot because you need to pee. No falling asleep, you hear me?”

She rolls her eyes.

“Stop rolling your eyes!”

How does he do that?

 *

 It’s more than an hour later when Dean gets back with a bag full of tests. 

She eyes him, “Do you want me to pee on all of them?”

Dean sits down, takes off his shoes. “Actually, you can pee in a cup and we can use that pee for all the tests.” He says, “I let them explain it to me.” 

“Oh my god.”

“What? He asked if I knew how it works and I said I actually didn’t, so he started explaining and it was actually really interesting.” Dean says with a straight face as his hands go under the blanket, searches for her feet to pull her to the edge. “Now move your ridiculously cute butt to the bathroom and pee into the cup I bought.”

“We’re really doing this. Now?”

“Duh,” Dean scoops her up, walks her to the bathroom, the bag still in her hands, and drops her down before he walks out. “Just peeing, no testing yet!”

She rolls her eyes.

“Would you please stop rolling your eyes!”

 *

 They’re sitting on the floor in the bathroom with their backs leaned against the tub. She still has a blanket wrapped around her and watches as Dean unpacks a test.

“Okay, we have to dip that into your pee for five seconds. You ready?”

“No.”

“Jesus, Y/N!”

“I can’t. You do it.” She clasps her hand over her face.

Dean breathes out, “Fine.” He grumpily takes the cup and dips the test into the pee, counts to five and takes it out, pushes the cover over it until it clicks. 

“What now?”

“Now we wait.” He says.

She lays her head on his shoulder, and Dean starts to shake the test. “It’s not a Polaroid, Dean.”

“Maybe it’ll be faster like that, you shush your mouth.”

They both start to laugh but soon the laughter dies down when Dean turns the test to read. 

“That’s a plus sign, no?” He asks and she can literally feel the blood draining from her head.

“I feel nauseous.” She mumbles, and starts to fan at her face with her hands.

“Baby,” Dean drops the test and cradles her face with his palms. “Look at me,”

She lets her hands fall to her side, opens her eyes. “I’m—”

“—It’s okay,” He’s soft voice soothes her as he kisses her chin, her lips. “I got you, okay?”

“I’m— ..wow.”

“Yeah, I know.” Dean says and she can feel his hands shaking too. “Shall we try another one? Just to be sure?”

Y/N could only nod. 

The second one comes out even more positive, if that’s even possible and she has tears in her eyes. Yeah, sure, she always dreamed of having children, but it’s too early, isn’t it? Things only start to fall into place now.

Dean lays his arm around her shoulder, strokes her head when she leans it on his shoulder. 

“I need a drink,” She mumbles.

“Yeah, me too.” Dean agrees but doesn’t get up, knowing that she’s not allowed to drink anymore for the time being. 

“We’re going to be so lost. I can barely take care of myself.” She chuckles but it’s not even funny anymore.

Dean has to smile at that. “Can’t lie, I’m terrified. But we’re gonna get through this together, don’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“We can ask Cas and Anna for advice and we watch and learn from their mistakes.” 

She snorts out a laugh at that. 

“I think I now have even more reason to do this,” Dean stretches out a leg to fish something out from his pants pockets and holds it out to her.

Y/N shakes her head as she sees that it’s a box, “No, Dean. No, you don’t have to. I’m not expecting you to, just because I’m pregnant.”

“I know, but I want to.” He says, “Just, don’t judge when I don’t get on my knees alright? I think they’ll give out if I do.”

She has to chuckle at that, and her eyes are getting wet. 

Dean opens the box and she cries even more. She was expecting something big and over the top where she will have to tell him that it’s too much, that he should tone it down but it’s just a simple white gold ring with one single strong diamond, which is just perfect, really. 

Dean clears his throat, he sniffs too, “I actually wanted to ask you earlier. Before you left me. Had planned it through. Was about to ask you to marry me after the coup but you were gone.” His voice is a little shaky, “And when you came back, I wanted to make sure you would want to stay. And I think for the past week, I thought about asking you again, had actually planned to do it tonight in our new house. So, no, it’s not only because you’re pregnant.”

“Dean,” She wants to say more but she couldn’t, she can’t form words in her head.

“That’s my name, yes.” He jokes and she punches his arm with a laugh before she starts to sob again. 

“I love you, Y/N. I want you here with me. I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up, the last before I go to sleep. I want you to drive me nuts,”

She raises her eyebrows a little, “Even when I can’t decide on what to buy when we go groceries shopping?”

“Even then,”

“You want me here, even when I steal your blanket?”

“Yes,”

“Even when I can never decide where we want to eat out?”

Dean snorts out a little laugh, “That actually annoys the fuck out of me.”

“Even when I annoy the fuck out of you? You still love me?”

“I want you to annoy the fuck out of me. I want you. Period. You understand? I want to be the last person who kisses you,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “Wait, that sounds terrible, like a threat or something. What I’m actually trying to say is, you’re it. This is it for me and I don’t want anything else. I would give up everything I have as long as I can keep you in my life. And now I wanna ask you, if you’re okay with it, can I keep you?”

She weeps into the palms of her hand and Dean pulls her close, laying her head on his shoulder. He places a soft kiss on the crown of her hair.

When she doesn’t answer right away, he goes on, “Like there’s really zero pressure. I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me. Not at all. We can just take it one day at a time. We don’t even have to marry at all if that’s not what you want. It’s just a way for me to tell you that you’re it. You’re all I want.” His voice is shaking a little too, “What do you say? Huh?”

“You’re an idiot,” She chuckles between tears.

“I know,” Dean grins a little.

She nods, “Yes,” before looking up and hooking her arms around his neck, presses her wet face to his to feel his lips against hers.

Dean smiles into the kiss.

Y/N realizes that she never needed much in life. She never wanted or could imagine herself having a fairy tale ending. All she really wanted in life, she realizes, was something just like this.

FIN

You can read the sequel here: Sky Full Of Stars

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midnight

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He’ll never admit it— not to her face, anyway, but he loves sweets.

He doesn’t have to, of course— she’s noticed how excited he gets.

Chat Noir, the demon that took down the sun, or however the myths and legends told to little children go, is absolutely smitten and docile when it comes to a solid piece of honeycomb. Does she use that knowledge to her advantage? Oh, sure. She keeps them in a large jar, airtight and sealed away so that no bugs can get in, but it’s not exactly hidden in the kitchen. She knows that Chat Noir, with his sensitive nose, would be able to smell it even if it was kilometers away, so it’s no secret as to where she keeps the treats.

Does she sometimes coerce him to help her read some textbooks for her while she’s making spells, just for a piece of honeycomb? Yes. Chat usually rolls his eyes at the prospect of reading latin to the point where his eyes roll in his head subconsciously, but at the cost of one sweet treat he’s willing to read the entire tomb for her.

What is surprising, throughout this, is how he doesn’t get carried away with eating it. He graciously accepts any piece he gives her, thanks her to high heaven with that huge Cheshire’s grin of his, and never makes a fuss when they have to ration out the rest instead of giving him more. After all, unless he wants to go pick a fight with a beehive, it’s not likely that they’ll find more honeycomb unless they buy it. They’re low on money as it is.

He does try taking bites out of her honeycomb, sometimes, when she’s taken a bigger piece for herself than for him. The honey is sticky between their fingers whenever they eat it, giggling to each other like fools, and she finds it funny to watch Chat struggle to lick it off his face when he’s missed a spot.

Chat follows her out into the kitchen.

He’s still the little cat she’s fallen asleep with, she can hear his little paws against the floorboard as they walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. The cottage is divided into small rooms, aside from the large living room that she’s converted into a brewing station since she hasn’t gotten any word back on the renovations being done to their shop inside of town. For now, she’s hauled the most important ingredients from their shop back into the house so she can continue to work on many of their spells, such as the fortune charms— and elixirs that will provide luck. The cottage is slightly cramped from so many new things added into it, but it’s warm, and it’s cozy for the two of them. Besides, Chat does just fine navigating the somewhat tight quarters whenever he’s in his cat form. She’s under the impression that he enjoys the mess.

The candles on the kitchen table light with green fire when Chat jumps on top of it so he can loaf and watch her with giant green eyes. He sits, silently, in the middle of the table as she pulls open the jar. It’s quiet between them, other than the noise of rain, but it’s not like Chat can talk in this form anyway.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” She whispers, more to herself. She wipes at her eyes, taking a deep breath, staring into Chat’s unblinking gaze. “I have to keep going, don’t I? I just have to keep trying?”

Chat tilts his head in silent question.

She sighs. He doesn’t understand what she means. She doesn’t expect him to understand it, since she’s never told him outright. She’s never told him about the secrets she’s kept— about the pain she’s suffered for Adrien. The long nights where she’d sneak in through his window and watch his hands get weaker and weaker in hers. He used to have such an animated face before the disease. His voice would get quieter, and quieter… and then…

“Does it ever bother you that I cry this much?” She puts down the led of the jar and reaches in. The honeycomb is as dry as it’ll ever be, but luckily it doesn’t fall apart in her hand when she picks it out. There’s a clean dish in the cupboard, so she pulls it out to give him a place to eat his honeycomb without making a mess. She can’t see him overly well, just the round green electric eyes that seem to glow in the dark, but she’s capable of figuring out what the quietness in the kitchen means.

It’s a yes.

“I’m sorry,” She sits down on a stool, smoothing out her shift. She holds her own honey comb with both of her hands, watching him out of the corner of her eyes as he chews through the wax. It’s a little curious to watch him eat as a cat, since he doesn’t have hands to hold his food down, but he does all right. Almost natural— almost like a real cat— and if it weren’t for the recognition that sparks in his eyes whenever they make eye contact. She’s never taken care of a real cat before, so she’s not sure, but she’s been told that cats normally can understand humans a lot more than people realize— and it obviously helps that he’s not real— but still. It’s unnerving to see such intellect shining in those hypnotic green eyes of his.

He hunches over his plate at he eats, the cute little thing, a blackened void that blends into the shadows that creep along his sides, so quiet and so serene that it’s like looking into a painting.

She chews on her own. It’s gooey, and oozes slightly between her fingers when she crunches down on the wax. She likes the sweetness of the honey, the way she feels like a child again in her mom and dad’s bakery, eating away at spare pieces of sweets that weren’t good enough to be sold. She stole many treats out of the reject pile, back when her mama used to convince her baba to keep a couple of them in a basket for their only child to take while she studied more fortune spells. More fortune spells to help Adrien.

The melancholy thoughts resurface in her head. She tries banishing them with a bigger bite of honey, looking back up to Chat who continues to eat and chew.

She wants to pet him, to feel all of the individual bones in his spine like she usually does, but her fingers are sticky and sweet— and he’s just taken a bath— it would be pointless. Even if she hand washed him, took another wet rag and wiped at his fur like she no doubt will have to do soon if he continues to get beads of honey sticking to the side of his whiskers without realizing, the honey would probably be an uncomfortable mess on his back. He wouldn’t be able to reach it or get it off— so he’d probably have to sleep for one of the few rare nights in his normal form and— and that most definitely won’t do.

He’s too big for the both of them to fit in the cot together, yes, but there is the whole fact that it’s improper. They’re not in a relationship with each other— not like that, at least— and she already gets away with it in her head by just chalking it up to her familiar wanting to sleep next to her.

It’s hard to convince herself that he’s her familiar when he’s a huge wall of heat behind her, a blackened and clawed hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her in so closely and so safely that she can just fall asleep wonderfully without any more cares in the world and just listen to his purr rumble deep into his chest that burns with their demonic seal, binding the two of them together, almost like they’re married to each other— oh how the thought makes her weak—

Marinette nearly slips off her stool in surprise when Chat meow at her. He eyes the piece of honeycomb in her hands, then back up to her face, trying to beg in his silent cat-like way. She nearly squeaks in embarrassment, her face steaming in the dark. What’s with her today? What’s gotten her so daydreamy? She’s not normally like this— she’s always so calm and collected and focused— why today? She rubs at one of her ear lobes with a thumb. Why has today been so difficult on her like this? Why can’t she stop imagining his hand in hers?

Why can’t she stop thinking about how much she’d love a hug tight enough to squeeze?

Oh, Tikki— why does the thought of a kiss make her face darken with a blush?

Chat meows again.

This time, she really does squeak. “Sorry, oh my goodness. I’m really acting like an airhead tonight, huh?”

He tilts his head, blinking at her so slowly it almost looks like time has stopped in increments. Silent as the grave, her familiar. Maybe she could go for a bit of conversation from him. The chatterbox of a cat demon always keeps her on her toes with his conversations, maybe what she needs is to be distracted.

“Must be because I’m tired,” She sighs out a little laugh. “It must be. Or maybe I’m just too anxious about Henrietta.”

She is, she really is worried about her hen— but why does that taste like a lie in her mouth? Why does she feel like she’s lying to the both of them?

“Chat,” She licks her lips, feeling her mouth dry from honey and slight anxiety. He perks at his name, sitting on his back legs to give her a more appropriate stare. She gathers courage from somewhere in her chest to continue, “Can you detransform for a bit? I want to see you. I want… I want your talkative companionship for just a little while longer, if that’s alright with you. I know it’s far past midnight, so we’ll be tired tomorrow— but— I’ll give you my honeycomb as a trade, if you’re interested.”

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[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series #13: Final Preparations

36 weeks, or 9 months, pregnant

Kim Seokjin

“Hey you two,” you called as you walked into the spare bedroom where Jin and Kaiden were sitting on the floor, trying to finish putting the new baby’s crib together.

“Hi Mommy,” Kaiden chirped as he looked up at you and you gave him a small smile before looking over at Jin, who’s tongue was poked out of his mouth as he concentrated on what he was doing.

“How’s it going?” You wondered and Jin finally looked up at you, a small pout on his face.

“Was it this hard to put together this crib when you were pregnant with Kade?” He wondered and you shrugged your shoulders.

“You and Hobi put it together last time, remember?” You told him and he nodded.

“Remind me on why we took this crib apart once Kade was done using it?” Jin requested.

“Because he was getting bigger and he needed a big boy bed,” you chuckled. “We also didn’t know when we’d end up having another baby.”

“I used to sleep in here?” Kaiden questioned as he pointed to the parts of the crib and you nodded your head.

“Yep, for a pretty long time too,” you told him. 

“Ugh, this is so unnecessarily complicated,” Jin exclaimed as he threw down the two parts that he had in hands onto the floor. “Do I really have to finish this now?”

“It’d be nice if you did,” you giggled. “But we also don’t want you to have a hernia so you don’t have to worry about it today.”

“Thank God,” he muttered as he stood up from the floor and stretched his arms out. “At least we got the rest of the nursery done though.”

“You and Kade did a great job,” you nodded as you looked around the room.

“Do you like my pictures Mommy?” Kaiden asked as he pointed up to the handrawn pictures that he had made that were in frames on the wall, which included the one that he had drawn a week ago of your whole family.

“I love them sweetie,” you nodded, a giggle escaping you when Kaiden hugged your leg tightly. “I think the baby is gonna love them too.”

Min Yoongi

“Hey baby girl,” Yoongi smiled as Kinsley walked into the kitchen, having just woken up for the day.

“Hi Daddy,” she replied, wiping at her eyes. She then walked over to you, climbing up onto the chair next to you and looking up at you. “Hi Mommy.”

“Hi sweetheart,” you replied, leaning over and kissing the top of her head. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Can I have oatmeal please?” She requested. 

“Of course,” Yoongi nodded as he set to work making a bowl for her. 

“With the brown stuff too?” Kinsley added.

“It’s called brown sugar,” you told her with a chuckle and she nodded her head.

“Brown sugar too please,” Kinsley corrected and Yoongi nodded.

“Kins, me and Daddy have something that we have to ask you,” you spoke up and Kinsley looked up at you. “So, you know how Kammie is gonna be coming really soon, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, when I go to have her, only me and Daddy are going to go to the hospital so we wanted to ask you who would you want to stay with while we’re gone?”

“I can choose?” She wondered and you nodded.

“Yeah, you can,” Yoongi said as he brought over her bowl of oatmeal and set it in front of her. “Be careful, it’s still hot baby girl.”

“You could stay with grandma and grandpa,” you said, referring to your parents. “Or with your grammy and papa,” you finished, referring to Yoongi’s parents and Kinsley tilted her head to the side as she thought about it for a few seconds.

“Can I stay with god mommy?” Kinsley asked, referring to your best friend and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Is that who you would want to go with?” You checked and she nodded her head.

“I’m sure she’d love to have you over,” Yoongi smiled. 

“Are you gonna be gone for a long time when sissy comes?” Kinsley wondered and you shook your head.

“Only for a few days,” you assured her. “Not too long.”

“Ok,” Kinsley nodded before grabbing her spoon and starting in on her oatmeal, while you and Yoongi watched her fondly.

Kim Namjoon

“No Mason!” You heard Namjoon shout as you walked through the front door of your house, fresh off from work. After you took off your shoes and set your things down, you walked up the stairs and followed the sounds of both your husband’s and your son’s voices, eventually finding them both in your daughter’s nursery.

“What is going on in here?” You laughed in disbelief as you took in the scene in front of you. Both Namjoon and Mason were covered in yellow paint, with paintbrushes in their hands and shocked expressions on their faces from seeing you.

“Jagi, you’re home early,” Namjoon chuckled awkwardly and you nodded with a smirk. 

“Yeah, you know that today was my last day before maternity leave so my boss decided to let me go early,” you explained. “What are you two up to?”

“We painted Maia’s room!” Mason spoke up and you laughed as you nodded your head and looked around the room. 

“I see that,” you giggled.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Namjoon added. “I know that you’ve been a little stressed out that we hadn’t finished her room yet and I decided to get a jump on it so that you wouldn’t have to worry about it during your maternity leave.”

“Joon,” you smiled, blinking your eyes rapidly as you felt your eyes becoming blurry.

“Is that bad crying or good crying?” Mason wondered as he looked up at his father.

“I think it’s the good crying,” Namjoon replied and you nodded quickly in confirmation. 

“I really appreciate it,” you smiled. “I’d hug you two, but I don’t want paint on me.”

“Can I get a hug if I take a bath?” Mason asked and you nodded your head.

“Absolutely.”

“Alright jagi, I don’t mean to kick you out or anything but I don’t want these paint fumes affecting you or the baby,” Namjoon said. “So shoo.”

“Ok, ok,” you relented, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “Come find me when you two are finished.” You then turned around and walked down the hallway to your bedroom, grateful to have such an amazing husband and son. 

Jung Hoseok

“Mommy, why do you have a baby doll?” Berkeley asked as you walked into the living room, a small plastic baby doll cradled in your arms. Berkeley, Lennox, and Hobi were all sat on the couch together and you walked over to join them. 

“Well, you know how Daddy and I told you guys that we were gonna teach you how to hold a baby?” You said as you sat down next to her and she nodded. “That’s what it’s for.”

“But it’s not real,” Lennox pouted and Hobi chuckled.

“It’s just for practice so it’s ok that it’s not real,” Hobi told him. You handed the doll off to Berkeley, who immediately hugged it to her chest. 

“Like this Mommy?” She wondered and you shook your head before gently taking the doll and positioning it so that she was holding it correctly, supporting it’s head and body.

“Like that,” you smiled. 

“Here, let Lenny try,” Hobi spoke up and Berkeley extended the doll to Lennox, who grabbed it by it’s arm and took it from his sister.

“You can’t be that rough with Hendrix kiddo,” you corrected him. “He’ll be really little so we’re gonna have to be really gentle and careful with him.”

“Oh ok,” Lennox nodded and Hobi helped him position his arms correctly. 

“How does it feel buddy?” He asked Lennox.

“Feels weird,” Lennox replied honestly and you giggled. 

“It does but you’ll get used to it,” you responded. 

“Is Hendrix really gonna be little, like the doll?” Berkeley questioned. 

“Probably,” Hobi nodded. You looked towards Lennox, who was still holding the doll and you were shocked when he suddenly lent down and kissed the doll’s nose.

“Was that soft enough Mommy?” Lennox wondered and you nodded your head, your eyes becoming wet with tears.

“That was perfect Len.”

Park Jimin

“I feel fucking huge, my feet are swollen, and my cheeks are so puffy, I can barely see out of my eyes,” you complained as you stood in front of Jimin, who was posing behind you with his hands on top of your bump while Jungkook got his camera ready. 

“I know baby, but you were the one who said that you wanted some professional grade photos of your bump before you went into labor,” Jimin pointed out.

“I know what I said and I only said it because we took some with Noah and I didn’t want to not have any with this baby,” you explained. “But I also under anticipated how much I was going to feel like shit.”

“Well, you might not feel that great but you look amazing,” he whispered into your ear, running his hands over the fabric of the form-fitting green dress that you had on. 

“Oh, you’re such a good husband, lying to me like that,” you laughed as you looked over your shoulder and up at him. “I appreciate it, really.”

“Yeah, except I’m not lying,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the spot right below your ear and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face.

“I’m sorry if I’m a little cynical these days,” you apologized. “I’m just so ready to meet them and be done being pregnant.”

“You mean done being pregnant ‘for now’, right?” Jimin checked in.

“For now,” you assured him with a nod. 

“But I don’t mind it because I know it’s especially hard for you at this point in your pregnancy,” Jimin said. “But you just have to keep in mind that it’ll all be worth it.”

“I know it will,” you smiled. “I can’t wait to see what gender they are and what they’ll look like.”

“Hopefully like me, just like Noah does,” Jimin chuckled. 

“Oh, if this one looks like you too, I’m never giving you another baby,” you teased, squealing lightly when Jimin softly bit the lobe of your ear. Just then, you saw a camera flash go off and both you and Jimin looked over at Jungkook, who was lowering his camera down from his face and smiling his large bunny smile.

“You both said that you wanted candid shots,” he shrugged, making you and Jimin both laugh loudly. 

Kim Taehyung

“You got it Spence?” You checked as you watched Spencer drag the laundry basket behind her as the two of you walked down the hallway to your and Taehyung’s bedroom.

“Got it Mommy,” she nodded with a grunt and you had to bite your lip in order not to laugh out loud. For the past few days, Spencer had been like your super helper, offering to carrying things or get things for you so that you wouldn’t have to be bothered with getting up. You had a sneaking suspicion that Taehyung had talked to her about how her little brother was coming soon and about how you needed to rest, but you decided not to ask because it was so sweet to watch how eager Spencer was to help you out. 

“Here, I’ll put it up onto the bed for you,” you told her after the two of you had made it into your bedroom. You bent down and picked up the basket, lifting it up and setting it on top of the bed while Spencer busied herself with climbing up onto the bed.

“Ready to fold Elijah’s stuff?” You asked her as you overturned the basket, letting all of the onesies, t-shirts, pants, bibs, and blankets fall out and onto the bed spread. She nodded happily and you watched as she picked up a blanket and started to fold it.

“How much longer until he comes out?” Spencer asked and you shrugged as you picked up a onesie to fold.

“We’re not exactly sure. Now that he’s been in my belly for a while, he could come at any time,” you told her. 

“Even at night?” She wondered in awe and you laughed at her facial expression before nodding.

“If that’s when he decides that he’s ready, then yep.”

“When did I come?” She questioned and you smiled as you remembered the day that you went into labor with her.

“Well, it was early in the morning when I figured out that you were ready to come out,” you said as you finished folding the onesie before moving on to a few of Elijah’s t-shirts. “I was cleaning the kitchen and Daddy was telling me that I should rest because you were gonna be coming soon but I didn’t listen to him.”

“Daddy said that you have to rest with Elijah too,” Spencer murmured as she focused on folding a bib and you smirked at how she unknowingly confirmed your earlier suspicions

“Yeah well, I felt that you were ready to come out and you were born at 4:38pm,” you smiled.

“On August 17th,” she added and you nodded with a smile. “Is Elijah really gonna wear all of these clothes?”

“Yeah, because babies pee, and poop, and throw up on themselves a lot,” you told her. “So there’s gonna be a lot of laundry to do once he gets here.”

“I’ll help you Mommy,” she chirped and you smiled before leaning over and kissing her cheek.

“I know Spence, because you’re the best helper,” you told you and she looked up at you with her wide boxy smile. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Why do you have to have such a big bag Mommy?” Ava wondered as she sat on the bed in your and Jungkook’s bedroom, watching as the two of you packed your hospital bag.

“Well, because once we get to the hospital, Aria could take a while to come out so we might be there for a while,” you told her.

“And Mommy and Aria will have stay in the hospital for a few days after she comes too,” Jungkook added.

“For a long time?” Ava asked softly and you could hear the worry in her voice so you looked up and shook your head while giving her a small smile.

“Not long at all,” you promised her. “Just long enough for them to make sure that me and Aria are ok.”

“Ohh,” Ava drawled out as she nodded her head. “And then she can come home?”

“And then she can come home,” Jungkook chuckled. “You’re gonna get to come see her in the hospital after she gets here too, though.”

“Really?” She asked in awe.

“Of course,” you nodded as you sat down on the bed next to her. “I can’t go too long without my kisses and cuddles from my Ava,” you smiled as you leaned over and blew raspberries against her cheek, which made her squeal loudly. 

“Are you ready to meet your sister Angel?” Jungkook asked as he sat down on the other side of Ava.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “She can wear the dress that we got her!”

“It’ll be a little while before she can fit it though Ave,” you said with a laugh and Ava immediately pouted. 

“Oh. Can I still be your helper?” She asked hopefully and both you and Jungkook nodded your heads.

“Of course,” Jungkook told her. “And I think Aria will like her big sister taking care of her,” he added, which made Ava grin widely and you smiled at how great he was with her and you couldn’t wait to see him with another daughter. 

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[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull x Reader- Kill a sweat

Summer is getting closer to us and I can only guess how hot Florida can be. Might as well kill a sweat, huh? Plus, who can resist a girl in a bikini washing a hot car? Joking...ENJOY!~

Also this piece wouldn’t have been written if it wasn’t @slashhinginghasher​ piece of Slashers’ reaction to getting sprayed with a hose. So, a huge thank you for that!

P.S: Jesse in a tank top makes me go into heat. lol

If you could curse and kill something now, it was probably the insufferable Florida heat that made your skin be coated into a sweat, your hair pulled up into a high pony-tail, the AC blowing cold air on your forehead, but it wasn't enough. You were all alone at Jesse's house, he was probably out and you stripped down to an over-sized T-shirt with some boy-shorts, but still, the heat was driving you insane.

What made you angrier was that just today Jesse called in to have his pool be cleaned, so that meant you could have a nice swim to kill the hotness. You just finished up another glass of lemonade, probably the third for today; a sigh left your lips as you walked outside on the front yard, the sun hitting your face, making you squint your eyes, then you saw Jesse's Chrysler 300C sitting in the driveway.

It was Jesse's favorite car and you knew that he liked to take it just on his special 'business' trips. Like a light-bulb was shining above your head, your lips pulled into a smirk; maybe you could kill the heat somehow.

You tip-toed back inside the mansion, straight up to your shared bedroom, rummaging through the closet in the quest of wearing something more appropriate for the upcoming activity.

"There it is!" you said with a grin, a black two-piece bikini into your hands with some sparkly skull pattern. You got it one time when you went shopping and almost forgot about it in the back of the closet.

Stripping down your sweat-covered clothes, you pulled on the skimpy bathing suit, looking into the mirror with a satisfied look; oh yes, it fits you just fine in all the right places. Getting all the supplies you needed; sponges, buckets of water, and the special car products for cleaning.

Finally, you got them all downstairs, next to the black luxurious car. You went to get the hose and sprayed a good amount of water on the black paint job, making sure to get it wet. You almost laughed at the double-meaning, knowing if Jesse would be here and if you said it aloud he would start getting you wet and not with the hose.

Next, you dipped the sponge into the bucket, filled with water and foam, and began to clean the Chrysler, starting up with the sides of it. It was actually pretty nice, feeling the cold water with foam get on your skin was making you almost shiver in relief, but all the silence made you feel kind of weird. You loved music, so you put away the sponge and got your phone, choosing a random song to play, then you went to continue washing the car.

You had to stretch your arms a bit to get to the roof, your breasts squishing against the window, the tiny material getting all soaked up with water, your nipples starting to get hard from the cold water and the friction. After you were finished with the roof you went over to the hood, putting a bit of more foam and water onto it. You had to stretch your body over the hood to get on the part that was close to the windshield, practically bending over the hood, your hips moving to the beat of the music, until you heard clapping, making you tense up and quickly turn around to see a smirking Jesse.

From the looks of it, the intense heat was getting to him too, despite the fact that all his life he lived into Florida, the heat part of his life. His usual, classic attire was left for a black tank-top that hugged him in all the right places, his tattoos on full display across his pale skin. You swallowed a giggle as you noticed he was wearing black sport-shorts with flames on the side and a pair of white Nikes.

'Having fun?' he signed, making you giggle, the music still playing and you couldn't help yourself. Jesse liked to tease and you had a chance right here to get to him.

"Maybe?" you said, your hand moving to your hair, pulling it loose from your pony-tail, the hair following down your shoulders, biting your lip as you moved slowly to the song.

'You really wanna do this? I don't promise we will get inside the house.' he signed slowly with suave like moves, flashing his signature panty-dropping grin. You knew he wasn't joking, in the past, you two hadn't made it to the front door and one night you pretty much did it with your hands leaning on the front door, or that time you two did it in his pool. Jesse was known for being an enthusiastic exhibitionist.

"I don't mind it, stud." you said, playing with the straps that were holding the upper part of your bikini, your other hand beckoning him over and he couldn't deny you this requests, walking over to you like a predator, his tall form towering over yours.

You turned around, your back flush against his front, your hips swinging to the song as your hands, moved up, touching behind you, his neck and chest, your eyes looking up at him with mischief.

"Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore." you sang the verses of the song and Jesse chuckled silently at you, his chest rumbling, as his hands moved to your hips, then before you knew it, you were pulled flush across the hood, not before he ripped your bikini-top off, your breasts flush across the hood of the car.

"You really aren't joking." you said, giggling as he began to leave open mouthes kissed on your shoulder and the back of your neck, making you arch your ass into his crotch, a very noticeable bulge forming in his black shorts.

His hands moved down your body to the straps holding the last piece of clothing you had on. If the heat wasn't going to kill you, you knew Jesse would destroy you.

Meanwhile....somewhere else....

Preston was looking at the security camera, seeing Jesse and his girls on the hood of the car, the angle of the camera so perfect it got the best part until it was closed by Spann.

"What the fuck!" Preston said, his black shirt already damp with sweat if only the AC in the building hadn't broken down. He swiped his black hair back, getting already frizzy from the humidity, not even the strongest gel could tame it.

Spann looked at Preston with a calm look.

"Jesse let us have a day off. The whole organization is going to the pool. It might help you...calm down." she said, looking down at the bulge that started to form into Prestons black slacks.

"Get out!" he screamed, Spann smirked and went out, leaving Preston in a panting and huffing mess.

"Cockblocker." he grumbled.

#Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #Chromeskull #chromeskull x reader #Jesse Cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #horror movie

[nygmobblepot-trash]

S1 of gotham.

Jesus Ed is creepy as hell. Did I just gloss over that before? Like I remember honestly being mad that Kristen didn't go for Ed earlier and treated him "badly". She tried so hard to be nice while he never left her alone. Ed i understand you struggle with people skills, but you seriously need to chill. It's one thing to be made fun of because you have to spout riddles every second, but it's another to bother your coworker after she has told you countless times she is uncomfortable.

Also speaking of Ed why didn't they just give Ed the position of medical examiner or hell make him a detective. Clearly education doesn't matter because he gets the job of ME later. He's clearly very smart and solves most of the cases for Harvey and Gordon.

I also forgot how cunning Oswald is and how hard he plays everyone is Gotham. Which of course makes his decisions in s3 that more stupid but we'll get there... heavily intoxicated though.

Honestly love the dynamic of Jim and Harvey. Someone beaten and tired from the system vs someone who can think they can make a difference and save everyone.

Fish and Butch are great too. Liza didn't deserve what happened to her.

Alfred is a huge catalyst for Bruce. He's so chaotic and I love it. You want to investigate yourself? Cool. Fuck the police. Oh and if you find the dude I'll kill him for you. Also I might as well teach you how the beat the living shit out of everyone. No pussies in this house.

Also why is Selina so god damn angry all the time. Yeah I get that Bruce has no clue about the real world but he tries. He proves himself by living on the streets with her. He also doesn't get mad when she steals his shit. He actually cares for her and has never done anything to actually hurt her. He risked himself to save her countless times. Yeah he wants to know who killed his parents but he also cares about her. He proves he isn't manipulating her. Someone please help the small child.

Honestly wtf is up with babs? Like they gave her nothing to do except be rich and want to know what Jim does at work. They only gave her a personality after they made her crazy. Well not really but thats for s2.

Lee has more of a personality but falls for Jim in like .2 seconds. Which I guess happens the real world but whatever. She of course doesn't like how Jimmy walks the line. But it's gotham and you can't get shit done without being morally gray from time to time. Actually sorry I'm going back. Can anyone name one thing Lee likes? Any hobbies she has? Harvey like to drink. Gordon is always in work mode. Ed nurses stray birds back to health. Oswald takes care of his mother. Babs goes to parties alone and worries about Jim all day. Bruce does a lot of different things. What about Lee? Fuck maybe Lee was a step back. Bab just got less screen time.

Speaking of nursing birds back to life, let's talk about the totally straight friendship of ed and Oswald. Now this is me sort of jumping ahead... if the writers didn't want the relationship why did they write them like this? Honest to whatever God you pick, what the actual fuck were they thinking? Ed literally had to pick up Oswald and take him back to his place. Sow up any wounds. Probably wash him too. AND find him clothes. Look Oswald wouldn't fit into Ed's clothes. No way. Ed is a tall boy. Thus the conclusion is he had to figure out the bird's size and buy him clothes. Then this boy goes above and beyond to not only heal this angry man's body but his heart too. Why go through all that trouble? Hell he even told Oswald about the very bad thing he did.

FUCK side tangent. Kristen did not deserve what happened to her. They were so cute together too. I do honestly wish she wouldn't have reacted that way to hearing what happened to her ex. Ed was honestly just trying to help her. I'm not saying that she would have every right to get the fuck out of there or question if that was Ed's real motive. It's ironic though. Ed killed a man because he feared he would continue to hurt her or kill her. He ended up killing her on purpose to save himself. I do wonder if he allowed Kristen to leave if she would rethink he stance and either go back to him or just not report it and stay away from Ed. It would also be interesting to see how Gordon and Harvey would react. Killing Offer dorty (idc how to spell it) could be morally gray. Anyways Ed's a jackass.

Where were we? Oh yeah. So does Ed have multiple beds? Like we know he doesn't have friends so why would he pay for a two bedroom apartment? So I have to know did Oswald force him to sleep on the floor? Remember guys they're not gay for each other or anything. They just bonded and worked though some shit together and sang a song together. Sure if it was Gordon and any chick they would've fucked immediately but thats not the point. They're friends. You know how Harvey nursed Jim back to health and helped Jim continue being a detective? Also during that period they'd gaze into each other's eyes for a painful amount of time. Not to mention the part where Harvey bathed and gave Jim new clothes. Exactly like that. What that never happened? Why, because it may imply they aren't just good buddies?

Also why wasn't Ed involved in the final fight? I'd be funny if he was back up and showed up and saved them. Or was he there in the back taking notes minding his own business?

#gotham

[artificialqueens]

Ms. California, Chapter Six (Crygi) - Mik

A/N: I am SO sorry for taking so long to update! I had the worst case of writer’s block ever, and I had midterms this week. Thanks for being patient. I hope this makes up for my lack of posting!

Summary: Crystal moves to Los Angeles from Missouri and meets Gigi Goode, captain of the varsity cheer squad. Queue the 1990s lesbian high school AU that absolutely nobody asked for.

It’s been two weeks since Gigi announced to the cheer squad that Crystal was, in fact, her friend. And those two weeks had been delightful.

Every day, Gigi made a point to either sit with Jackie, Crystal, and Jan at lunch, or pull Crystal over to the squad’s lunch table. Crystal found herself beginning to enjoy getting to know the group: most of them were, to her surprise, funny, genuine, and generally good-natured. She especially found herself clicking with Nicky and Jaida. Although they were standoffish at first, Crystal quickly bonded with Nicky over her interest in fashion (although many would consider Crystal’s taste questionable at the very best, Nicky seemed to think it was “perfectly unique and lovely”) and Jaida over being the “new kid”, as she had moved from Wisconsin just a few years prior.

When Gigi first began sitting with Crystal, Jackie, and Jan, Jackie seemed to be pensive. She kept quiet and let the other three girls do all of the talking. However, this changed as soon as Gigi talked about what it was like sneaking into gay clubs in West Hollywood. Jackie lit up, asking questions about it for almost the entire lunch period. Crystal knew Jackie wanted nothing more than to have an out-and-proud gay community surrounding her - she was the only one of the four who everyone knew was gay. Gigi promised that she would accompany Jackie, and the other two girls, on one of the “18+” nights that the clubs held. From then on, Jackie seemed to gradually warm towards the blue-eyed cheerleader.

Gigi would drive Crystal home most days, often electing to come inside to do homework and cook dinner. The two would spend the first hour unable to focus, finding themselves tangled up in Crystal’s bed, lips attached and make-up smudged. Eventually, they’d compose themselves and start homework until Crystal’s mom arrived home. She’d hug both girls, and the three would automatically make their way into the kitchen. Gigi had made the comment that she felt, in many ways, that she was already closer to Crystal’s mom than her own. Crystal felt sad for her - Gigi never talked about her family and assumed that the situation was less-than-ideal - but her heart soared when she saw the blonde and her mom in fits of laughter together. Gigi would eat dinner with her family most nights, and Crystal would kiss her goodbye through the window of her magenta convertible before she drove home. They had fallen into a comfortable routine and Crystal could not have been happier.

~

Crystal is sitting with Jackie at their secluded lunch table, sketching the outline of a bird for an art project while Jackie flips through her government textbook. It’s a strangely gray day in Los Angeles and Crystal almost wonders if it will rain: the sun is completely hidden behind fog and dark clouds and it’s chilly enough that Crystal wishes she’d brought a hoodie with her to school.

She’s pulled out of her thoughts when she hears Gigi’s familiar laugh from a distance. It’s light and high-pitched and it makes Crystal light up. She turns around to see Gigi making her way over with Jan; they’re both wearing their cheer uniforms and Crystal doesn’t think she’s ever seen anyone look as stunning as Gigi does.

“Hey girls!” Gigi says as she sits down next to Crystal.

“Hey!” Crystal grins. “You look uh, really pretty in your uniform,” she says in a hushed tone. It’s the first time she’s seen Gigi in it.

Gigi blushes. “Thank you.”

“So, we were talking about what we could do tonight after the game!” Jan interrupts, nudging Jackie softly to get the girl to look up from her textbook.

“What’s that?” Jackie asks, shutting the book.

“What if we all had a big sleepover?!” Jan suggests excitedly.  

“Where?” Crystal asks.

“Jan’s house, her mom is really cool,” Gigi explains.

“Yeah, she knows about Jackie and I and is like, super happy for us,” elaborates the other blonde.

“She’s just happy that you’re finally dating someone who hasn’t had all of their braincells tackled out of them,” Jackie quips with a smirk.

“Ouch. But you’re not wrong,” Jan laughs, “I guess football guys aren’t always the brightest tools in the shed.”

“So, what do you think?!” Gigi interjects.

“I’m up for it!” Crystal agrees quickly, excited to spend more time with both of her new friends and her… whatever Gigi is to her.

“Jackie?”

“Obviously!” Jackie smiles.

“Yay!” Jan and Gigi simultaneously exclaim.

“Will you gals come to the football game, then?” Jan asks.

“I guess,” Jackie decides hesitantly.

“I’ve never been to a football game,” Crystal says. “I’ll give it a try, though. Why not?”

“You and I can just hang out at the top of the bleachers and read, Crystal,” Jackie tells the curly-haired girl.

“For sure.“

“Oh, come on, where’s your school spirit?! You gotta cheer the team on!” Jan jokes with her girlfriend and Jackie rolls her eyes playfully.

The wind begins softly blowing, making Crystal shiver again. She doesn’t understand California weather - it’s usually hot enough that she feels like she needs an ice bath, but right now, a warm sweater and some hot chocolate sounds delightful.

“Crys, are you cold?” Gigi asks.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Crystal assures the blonde, trying not to shiver as another gust of wind blows through.

“You look like you’re cold, I’m giving you my jacket,” Gigi tells her decidedly.

“Gi, no, you totally don’t have to -”

“Here,” Gigi says, pulling off the purple letterman’s jacket.

Gigi drapes the heavy jacket around Crystal’s shoulders. The jacket is huge on her, probably because Gigi is so much taller than she is, and it envelopes her in warmth. Crystal can’t help but notice that it smells like vanilla - exactly like Gigi.

“Thanks,” Crystal blushes as Gigi leans in closer to her.

“You look really good in my jacket and I really want to kiss you right now,” the blue-eyed girl murmurs matter-of-factly.

Crystal’s face heats up more, and although she’s (kind of) gotten used to hearing compliments from Gigi, her brain still seems to short-circuit whenever Gigi says something sweet.

“Get a room!” Jackie laughs, noticing the romantic tension between the two.

“Maybe we will,” Gigi responds, raising an eyebrow. “Crystal, I think I left something in my car that I need some help with.”

“Oh, yeah, the um… the thing!” Crystal stutters out.

Gigi stands, motioning for Crystal to follow her.

“I’ll see you girls later tonight! And Jan, make sure to be on time for warm-ups today!” Gigi calls out, waving back at Jackie and Jan.

“How much longer do we even have at lunch?” Crystal asks once they’re in the parking lot.

“I don’t know, probably fifteen minutes,” Gigi guesses.

They walk briskly to Gigi’s car, and the second the doors shut behind them, Gigi captures Crystal’s lips in a heated kiss.

Crystal is sure that she’ll never get tired of the way that Gigi’s plump lips move softly against her own or the way that Gigi’s hands feel gripping her hips or the way that Gigi always bites down softly on Crystal’s bottom lip after she lightly drags her tongue across it. It’s all nothing short of magic.

Their kissing becomes increasingly passionate, and before Crystal knows it, Gigi tentatively moves her hands below the older girl’s shirt. Crystal lets out a quiet moan as Gigi’s hands make their way up her hips, her fingertips ghosting over Crystal’s ribcage.

Crystal knows this is all very “high school”; her best friends at home had countless stories about making out - or more - with boys in their cars. Crystal never thought she’d be one of them, but here she was, teenage hormones raging.

Crystal’s breath hitches when Gigi’s fingers brush over the side of her chest. Gigi breaks the kiss, still not moving more than a few centimeters away from Crystal.

“Is… that okay?” she whispers.

Crystal nods, reconnecting their lips.

Gigi hesitantly places one of her hands over Crystal’s breast and gently presses her hand against it, eliciting a slight gasp from the shorter girl. The blonde caresses her chest, and Crystal can feel her heart racing. She can’t think about anything but Gigi: Gigi’s hand moving languidly against the fabric of her bra, the feeling of Gigi’s heartbeat, the taste of Gigi’s breath in her mouth…

They’re interrupted when the lunch bell rings out, loudly enough that the two can hear it even from the confines of Gigi’s car.  

“Fuck,” Gigi stammers.

“We should uh, get going,” Crystal attempts to slow her breathing.

“Definitely,” Gigi agrees breathlessly.

“That was…”

“Yeah.”

“We should… try that again, not in your car,” Crystal says, her cheeks pink. She almost wants to laugh at how completely and utterly cliché this situation is: if they weren’t both girls, would this not be equivalent to the quintessential high school experience of getting felt up in some boy’s car?

“I’d like that,” Gigi says, regaining her composure. “Ready to go?”

“Yep,” Crystal says, adjusting her shirt.

They walk into the gates of the school, parting ways at the entrance.

Crystal realizes she’s still wearing Gigi’s letterman’s jacket and smiles.

~

“You did what?!” Jackie yells, wide-eyed.

Crystal and Jackie are sitting in Crystal’s bedroom, getting ready to go to the football game. Crystal could care less about supporting her school’s team, or “school spirit” as Jan referred to it, but she painted purple and white streaks on her cheeks anyways. If anything, she thinks Gigi will find it cute.

“Yeah,” Crystal replies to Jackie sheepishly.

“Weren’t you scared of someone seeing?! Not even a student, but like, a teacher!”

“Not really, my mind was… elsewhere,” Crystal replies honestly.

“You’re braver than I am, I’ll give you that,” Jackie mimics Crystal’s idea, dragging purple and white face paint across her own cheeks. “I’m scared to even kiss Jan on the cheek in the car. Or anywhere on campus.”

“Yeah, it might not have been the most responsible idea, in retrospect,” Crystal admits.

“Just be careful, I’d hate for people to find out about you guys,” Jackie warns.

“I don’t plan on people finding out,” Crystal assures her. “On that topic, what’s the deal with Jan’s mom?”

“What do you mean?”

“She just… knows about you guys? And lets you have sleepovers?” Crystal elaborates.

“Yeah,” Jackie smiles. “I remember the day her mom found out. We were laying in her backyard, drinking smoothies, and her mom was supposed to be at the gym. She got home early, I guess, and saw Jan lean in and kiss me.”

“What did she do?”

“She knocked on the window and Jan completely freaked out. She ran inside, and her mom apparently just asked if we were dating, and Jan tried to say it was nothing and completely innocent. Her mom didn’t buy it, and walked outside and asked me . I can’t lie, and I thought she was angry, so I said yes and offered to leave.”

“Was she mad?”

“Oh god no. She gave Jan a hug, and gave me a hug, and said she was happy that if Jan was going to be dating in high school, it was someone like me. It was the first time I’d ever heard that,” Jackie’s eyes light up.

“That’s insane, and really sweet,” Crystal muses. “My parents are both really great, but I doubt they’d respond like that.”

“Mine definitely wouldn’t. I’d be disowned in a second.”

“I’m sorry, Jackie,” Crystal sympathizes.

“Don’t be. Jan’s mom does a good enough job at making me feel like I’m a part of their family.”

The two spend the rest of the time getting ready in relative silence. Six o’clock rolls around, and the pair make their way downstairs to ask if Crystal’s mom can drop them off. Jackie doesn’t want to deal with parking at school during a football game.

“Hey mom! We’re ready to go,” Crystal tells her.

Her mom looks up at her from the book she’s reading. “Oh honey, you two look adorable !”

“Thanks,” Crystal smiles.

“Do you need me to pick you up?” Crystal’s mom asks.

“No, I think we’re staying over at Jan’s - Gigi will drive.”

“Sounds good!” Crystal’s mom grabs her keys. “Let’s get going, then!”

The car ride is short and sweet; it’s filled with small-talk and her mom’s bad taste in music.

“Have fun and be safe, girls!” Crystal’s mom calls out as the two exit the car.

Crystal waves, telling her mom that she loves her, and sets off towards the bleachers with Jackie.

“So, if I’m being completely honest, I don’t uh, really want to sit in the back the whole time,” Crystal laughs.

“Oh?”

“I mean, I wanna like, cheer on Gigi or whatever,” she says. Crystal is wearing the blonde’s letterman’s jacket, and she feels like the girlfriend of the high school quarterback.

Except she isn’t Gigi’s girlfriend and Gigi is the head cheerleader.

“That’s… cute. Okay, well, fine by me,” Jackie shrugs.

The two sit several rows back from the front, far enough away from the over-zealous fans but close enough that they can still see the field, waiting for the game to start.

“Do you come to these much?” Crystal asks.

“Not as much as Jan would like, I’m sure,” Jackie shares. “I guess now that I have you to come with, I’ll come more.”

“It’s like a reverse double-date, or something,” Crystal laughs. “I never thought I’d be sitting at a football game for a girl .”

“I never thought I’d actually make a friend at this school,” Jackie says seriously, attempting to cover the serious nature of her statement with a laugh.

“Come on, you have other friends, right?”

Jackie shakes her head. “I came out and everyone dropped like flies. That and being the weird Persian kid kind of kills my ability to have a social life.”

“Geeze, I’m sorry, Jackie.”

“Hey, I’ve got you and Jan, and oddly enough, Gigi is back in my life, so I can’t complain, can I?”

The game starts, and all of the football players make their way onto the field. The cheerleaders run out shortly after, and Crystal cranes her neck to see her favorite blonde. She stands front and center, leading both the audience and the squad in chants. Gigi is bubbly and upbeat and in her element; she dances and kicks and does the splits and Crystal is nothing short of amazed by her. Next to her, Jackie smiles at Jan and waves to her several times when the squad has a break. Jan beams up at her, waving back each time.

Crystal couldn’t say who won the game, or how many points were scored; she knows next to nothing about sports and was far more entertained by watching Gigi down on the field than the game itself. When the game is over, she and Jackie make their way down to the field to wait for their respective blondes.

Crystal sees Gigi emerge from the field, a smile painted across her face.

“Gi, you were awesome!” Crystal grins, hugging her.

“I’m glad you had fun!” Gigi says enthusiastically.

“Sorry that I sort of stole your jacket,” Crystal apologizes. “You probably wanted it during the game.”

“It looks much cuter on you,” Gigi winks. “Plus, I kind of like seeing you in my jacket.”

“Gross!” Jan jokes, elbowing Gigi. “Are you lovebirds ready to go?”

“I’m ready,” Crystal nods, and Gigi agrees.

“Great! Mom said she’d order pizza for us all!”

The four head to Gigi’s car; it’s less than a five minute drive to Jan’s house from the school.

Jan’s house is surprisingly large; Crystal isn’t used to the gigantic houses that seem to line the streets in Los Angeles. Jan unlocks the door, yelling to tell her mom that she’s home.

Jan’s mom emerges from the kitchen, approaching the door.

“Hi, sweetie, how was the game?” she hugs Jan.

“It was good, we won!” Jan tells her.

“Hello, Jackie!” Jan’s mom moves to hug her daughter’s girlfriend. “You look adorable with your face painted like that!”

“Thank you! It was Crystal’s idea.”

Jan’s mom turns to look at Crystal. “You must be Crystal, the girls have told me so much about you! It’s so nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too!” Crystal reaches out to shake her hand, and much like her own mother, Jan’s mom pulls her into a hug.

“We’re big on hugs here, handshakes are for strangers!”

Crystal laughs; she thinks her mom would get along swimmingly with Jan’s.

“And Gigi, you don’t get to avoid my hugs, either!” Gigi laughs as she’s wrapped in a hug. “I’m so glad to see that you aren’t third-wheeling with these two anymore!”

“Hey, she never third-wheels!” Jan laughs, faux-scowling at her mom.

“Well, I’m just happy you have a girlfriend, it’ll give you all some super fun double-dates, I’m sure! You make a cute couple!”

“Oh, we’re not gi-” Crystal begins to correct her before Gigi talks.

“Thank you, hopefully Crystal can get Jackie out to more games!” Gigi jokes.

“Let’s hope! Anyways, what kind of pizza do you girls want?”

~

The four sit on Jan’s living room floor, eating pizza on a mountain of sleeping bags and pillows as It plays in the background. Jackie is cowering into Jan, clearly terrified of the movie that her girlfriend insisted that they watch.

Crystal has seen it before - it’s one of her favorites - and Gigi seems almost as freaked out as Jackie is. The blonde has trapped Crystal’s hand in a death grip and Crystal swears her fingers are losing circulation. She can’t bring herself to care; the sensation of Gigi’s hand in her own is inarguably one of her favorite feelings.

“Why did we have to watch this movie?” Jackie squeaks out. “It’s so… violent.”

“It’s a masterpiece, babe!” Jan debates.

“It’s gory.”

“It’s interesting!”

“Whatever you say, darling,” Jackie says, continuing to hide behind Jan.

Crystal has to stifle a laugh - their exchange is adorably hilarious, and she thinks that they’re perfect for each other. She looks down at Gigi, who has buried her head in Crystal’s arm, and squeezes the blonde’s hand.

Her mind wanders as the movie plays on. Gigi didn’t tell Jan’s mom that they weren’t girlfriends and wonders if Gigi is interested in being exclusive. Crystal hasn’t thought about it much until this point - she’s been enjoying living in the moment with Gigi - but now the thought won’t leave her mind.

She can see herself in a relationship with Gigi easily. They’ll go on dates and fall asleep next to each other and surprise each other with flowers and Crystal will show up at all of Gigi’s cheer events with enthusiasm. She wants to wear the letterman’s jacket every day, and she never wants to go a day without feeling Gigi’s fingers intertwined with her own.

Crystal’s thoughts trail on until the end of the movie. Jackie has fallen asleep in Jan’s lap and Jan is lazily stroking her curly, dark hair as she, too, begins to drift off. Gigi is wide awake, still clutching Crystal’s hand.

“Do you wanna go sit on the porch?” Gigi asks Crystal quietly.

Crystal nods, and the two stand. Gigi has clearly been over to Jan’s house enough that she knows exactly where to go, because she leads Crystal to a sliding glass door. They sit down on the wooden porch in Jan’s backyard, and Crystal lets out a contented sigh as Gigi plants a kiss on her cheek.

“Thanks for coming tonight. It really, really means a lot to me, Crys.”

“Hey, of course. I like watching you, you look so happy when you’re cheering.”

“Not as happy as I am when I’m with you,” Gigi hums.

“That was cheesy,” Crystal jokes, wrapping her arm around the blonde.

“Look what you’ve done to me, Crystal Elizabeth. You’ve turned me into a complete dork! I’m almost as bad as Jan!” Gigi jokes.

Crystal can feel butterflies fluttering around in her stomach when Gigi uses her middle name - it feels like a term of endearment.  

“Who said dorky was a bad thing? I happen to think your dorky comments are adorable - or should I say, adorkable!” Crystal laughs.

“Okay, now that was bad,” Gigi snorts.

“You love it.”

“I know.”

The two sit in silence, wrapped up in each other’s arms, enjoying the cool night air.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” Gigi breaks the silence.

“What’s up?” Crystal asks.

“I hate to be that girl that asks this question, but like… what is this?”

Crystal doesn’t know how to answer - she doesn’t know what will be too much for Gigi and doesn’t want to scare the girl off. She doesn’t want to look inexperienced and over-eager.

“I, uh, I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it,” Crystal lies.

“Oh.”

“Not that I don’t want to think about it!” Crystal quickly follows up. “What do you think this is?”

“Hey, not fair! I asked you first!” Gigi giggles.

“I mean, I really like you. Enough that I went to my first high school football game in four years for you.”

“I really like you too, Crystal.”

“So…” Crystal trails off, avoiding the question she knows she needs to ask.

“You’re going to make me be the one to say it, aren’t you?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Crystal feigns innocence.

“Crystal, I want you to be my girlfriend,” Gigi declares.

Crystal presses a light kiss on Gigi’s lips before replying.

“Gi, I want nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

Gigi leans her head on Crystal’s shoulder and throws her arms around the older girl’s waist. Crystal runs her fingers through her blonde hair, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head as the two sit in a comfortable quietness.

Crystal can’t think of anything better than this.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jackie cox #jan sport #crygi #high school au #lesbian au #ms california #mik #concrit welcome #(please review formatting guides. thanks! -v) #s12

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You, Me, and the Cat Makes Three

Fandom: Fire Emblem Jeritza/F!Byleth Word Count: 10,302 Note: Modern AU Summary: Byleth's cat, Sothis, wandered over in the balcony next door, and she finally meets her mysterious neighbor.

Lips slightly pursed and brows drawn together, Byleth stared down at her four legged friend. “You look a little fatter. Maybe I should only give you one cup of dry food for dinner,” she commented.

The black cat looked up at her with large, forest green eyes. She let out an indignant meow before turning away from the woman. “Don’t be mad at me, Sothis. The vet said I have to make sure you don’t gain too much weight or it’ll affect your legs.”

Sothis slipped into Byleth’s bedroom, most likely going out to the small balcony to nap. Having been a feral at one point, she tended to wander the area near the apartment building. More than once Byleth would see her hoping between the roofs of the nearby buildings. Yet she always returned before sundown.

After cleaning up the small kitchen, Byleth went out to the balcony. Sothis laid curled up in her corner. A single lawn chair and small, round table was all she could fit in the space. The balcony wasn’t much in the way of spaciousness, but it was nice to sometimes come out and get some fresh air.

Leaning back she glanced at the balcony only a few inches from her own; she could quite literally climb over to the other side if she felt like it. Her new neighbor had only put a small table with a plant out. She had heard him - she knew it was a man because she had heard his voice on the day he was moving in while she was busy cleaning through the thin walls - a few times but the apartment was usually quiet.

“Maybe he’s not an outdoor type,” she mumbled to her cat, who peered up at her. Sothis merely yawned before closing her eyes once more. Her tail waved lazily back and forth.

“You’re almost as lazy as Linhardt…” Shaking her head, Byleth let the sun bathe her in warmth.

Later the same day she left her apartment to return a few books to the library. Having finally finished her research was a huge relief off her shoulders. Being a professor was harder than she had first thought. Still it paid well and she enjoyed the students she had had thus far.

The Garreg Mach library was empty save a few students here or there. Though serving as an undergraduate and graduate college, she noted a lot of students didn’t sign up for summer courses. Not that she could blame them as the idea of spending summer vacation in class wasn’t appealing to her either. Thankfully she did not have to teach a summer course like some of the other professors. Plus she wasn’t due back for another year.

Placing the thick stack of books on the counter with a thud, a single eyebrow went up as Linhardt startled from his nap. “Huh… Oh, hello Professor,” he greeted, sleep still in his voice. “You’re here a lot for someone supposedly on sabbatical.”

“Garreg Mach does have a lot of texts I need for my next book.” The library housed a larger volume of important texts compared to other colleges. “You’ve been up late?”

“Hmm… Caspar dragged me to a football game and then we went to an after party.” He yawned loudly. “Not really my thing…”

“I can imagine.” The image of Linhardt at a football game was a funny thought. She had a feeling he could probably sleep through that and party if he wanted to. “I requested a few books last week, have they come in?” The library was starting to feel a bit too warm with the humid summer heat.

After a few clicks, Linhardt shook his head. “Nope. They’re still on loan. Maybe check back in two weeks.”

Nothing she could do about that. “Alright. So, have you thought of what you’ll be doing now that you’re finishing the graduate program?”

“Professor Hanneman offered me a paid internship.” A small smile formed on his lips. “It’ll be interesting to take part in his research.”

There were only a few things Linhardt was passionate about, and Crest research was one of them. She couldn’t count the number of conversations she had with Hanneman on crests when he so happened to pop by her office.

“That’s good. Maybe you’ll get published.”

“Hopefully.” A yawn left his mouth as he leaned his elbows on the desk. “How’s Sothis?”

“She’s fine. I think she’s gained a bit of weight, but I don’t know why. I’ve been feeding her as usual…” She shook her head. “Anyways I should leave you to your job.” He gave her a half wave before laying his head back on the desk. 

Climbing the five flights to her apartment, she glanced at the door next to her own. She hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the new neighbor in the two months he had moved in. She wondered if he worked late nights and slept the day away. Unlocking her apartment, she was surprised not to see Sothis waiting for her as usual.

The black cat would always bother her on the dot for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Pulling the bag of cat food out, she filled the bowl. “Sothis?” she called out. “Sothis, dinner time.”

Walking into her bedroom, she went out to the balcony. Her lips pressed into a deep frown when she saw the cat. 

Eating from a glass bowl. 

On her neighbor’s balcony. 

“Sothis!” she hissed. “You can’t go eating another cats’ food.”

The cat didn’t bother to look up as she ate. “Don’t ignore me. Come here.” She leaned over the railing gesturing at the cat. Sothis seemed to be eating some fancy wet cat food. “No wonder you’ve gotten fat,” she grumbled.

With a deep groan, Byleth glanced around. Being the only two residents on the top floor, there wasn’t anyone to witness her next move. She easily vaulted over the railing and landed on the other balcony. She had done this more times than she cared to admit. 

When the apartment had been empty, she would sometimes sit on the other balcony while friends were visiting. Of course she knew it wasn’t the right thing to do, but there was no one there. And her landlord was a sweet old lady who rarely made the five flights up, so it wasn’t like she’d get caught any time soon. As Claude said, “it was a waste of good space” and she stopped doing it when the new neighbor moved in.

Picking Sothis up by the scruff of her neck, she gave the cat a stern look. “Come on let’s get you back to the right balcony. No more stealing other cats’ food.” Sothis licked her chops and meowed lightly.

Cradling the cat in her arms, Byleth turned to hop back over. The balcony door slid open and she met her new neighbor’s cold violet eyes. “Can I help you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“...” A million thoughts went through her mind. Embarrassment crept up inside her, but didn’t show on her face. She was thankful that she tended to have a blank expression most times.

His eyes went to the cat in her arms. “I assume that’s your cat.” She nodded slowly. “She’s been coming to my balcony for the past month and meowing.”

“So you thought the best thing to do was feed her?” The words slipped out of her mouth.

A single eyebrow went up. “Would you rather I tell the landlord you’re harboring a cat, which is against the rules?”

She bit her tongue to stop her traitorous mouth from saying anything rude. Sothis squirmed out of her arms and hopped over to her balcony. They both watched as the cat slipped back inside. The silence between them grew longer before Byleth finally cleared her throat.

“Right. I’m Byleth, your neighbor. I’ll make sure she doesn’t come over and steal your cat’s food again.” She didn’t offer him a handshake as he didn’t seem the type.

The man glanced down at the half eaten cat food. “I don’t have a cat.”

“So you bought cat food just to feed mine?” It was her turn to raise a single eyebrow. He remained silent. “Alright. It was nice to meet you…”

“Jeritza.”

“I promise I won’t invade your balcony again as long as you stop feeding Sothis. She really doesn’t need the double meals.” She tried to smile the same way she had seen Dorothea do, but it felt more like a grimace.

“Fine.” He watched as she easily climbed back over to her balcony and slipped inside. 

Locking the sliding door, Byleth let out an exasperated breath. Glaring down at Sothis, who was laying on her bed, she muttered, “You will be the death of me.”

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Carrying a load of groceries up five flights definitely built up endurance. The first time she had climbed all five flights without stopping, she had to sit down for a while to catch her breath. Her arms had felt like lead by the time she had gotten all her bundles up. Now she was able to do it with ease.

Arriving on her floor, she nearly collided with someone standing in front of her door. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” The voice sounded sweet and kind.

Peeking over her groceries, she eyed the ash blond woman. “Do you need something?” she asked. Her hair was styled in a short, chic bob that curled just under her chin. She was beautiful with a warm aura that made Byleth feel comforted.

“Um…” The woman’s eyes darted to her door. “Do you live here?”

“Yes. That’s my apartment.” She inclined her head.

“I’m terribly sorry, I must have confused the numbers. My brother Emile lives here, but I guess he’s not home. I did knock on the other door, but when I didn’t get an answer, I thought I had the wrong apartment,” she rambled.

Byleth shifted the groceries to her hip. “You might have the wrong place. I don’t know an Emile who lives on this fl-”

“Mercedes, what are you doing here?” The voice behind her caused both women to jump for different reasons. The woman, Mercedes as she seemed to be called, smiled brightly. Byleth hadn’t even heard him come up the stairs at all. The stairs were creaky and old, yet she hadn’t heard a single squeak.

“Emile! I came by to see how you’ve settled in.” Mercedes moved away from Byleth’s door. Her neighbor gave her a quick look before turning to his sister.

“I’m fine, Mercedes. You didn’t need to come all the way here.” Byleth fumbled for her keys as she listened to them talk.

“I know.” Her voice fell a bit. “I was worried when you didn’t call. But I can see you’ve settled into an adorable place.”

A deep sigh came from him. “I’m sorry about not calling. I’ve been looking for a job, but I think I’ve found one for now.”

“That’s great, Emile!” There was a pause. “Oh, how rude of me. Do you need help?”

The question was directed at Byleth. The keys slipped out of her hand and landed on the ground with a jingle. “I…no I’m fine thank you.” She shifted her groceries once more as a hand picked up her keys.

She looked up at Jeritza, who held the keys out. “Are you sure? Emile why don’t you take her groceries. They look awfully heavy.” She hadn’t noticed how tall he was the first time.

“I don’t n-” The groceries were lifted from her grasp. He easily held them in one arm. “...thank you.” She took the key from him and unlocked her door. “You can just put them on the counter…”

“I’m Mercedes by the way,” she greeted, shaking Byleth’s hand eagerly.

“Byleth. I’m your brother’s next door neighbor.” She gestured for the woman to come in as her brother was already inside.

Her apartment consisted of a small kitchen that was shared by the living area. A bathroom was off to the side, and her bedroom was the only other place. Thankfully it was clean for once.

“This place is so cute!” she gushed. “Does your place look like this too, Emile?”

Jeritza was busy scratching Sothis behind the ear. “Exactly the same.” The cat was purring loudly with her eyes closed.

Bending down, Mercedes smiled. “Hello kitty. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Sothis.” Byleth knew what was coming next.

The woman tilted her head to the side. “After the goddess?”

“Yeah…” Many people thought it strange for a cat to be named after the sacred goddess. However it was a name Byleth had given to her without much thought. The cat looked like a Sothis, so that was her name.

Giving the cat a light pet, Mercedes turned to her. “I do apologize for barging into your home. I hope you and my brother can become good friends.”

Byleth side eyed the man she hadn’t spoken a word to since two weeks ago. He was still petting her cat with a calm smile on his face. “Sure.”

Clapping her hands together, Mercedes smiled at her brightly. “Well I hope to see you again, Byleth!” She directed her attention to her brother. “I need to meet up with Annie, but I’ll call you later this week.”

Standing up, Jeritza nodded. Sothis was rubbing against his leg. “I’ll see you later.” The two filed out of Byleth’s apartment. Watching as Mercedes disappeared down the stairs, Byleth glanced once more at her neighbor.

“What?” He didn’t even turn to her. His long hair was tied up in a low ponytail, which she hadn’t noticed the first time either.

“So your real name…?” She trailed off.

He turned to her, a frown pressing against his lips. “It’s Jeritza.”

“Right.” They stared at each other. “Is she your younger sister?”

He shook his head. “Older half-sister. About what she said about being friends…”

“Yeah?” He was absurdly tall, she decided.

“I don’t want or need friends,” he stated before turning on his heel and going inside his apartment.

Lips pressed in a firm line, she sighed before going back inside her apartment. “It’s not like I want to be friends with you.”

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There were few things Byleth wouldn’t try. 

Skydiving? She tried it. 

Zip-lining? Done that. 

Different cultural foods? She’d eat anything once.

Life was too short to not try new things, her father had told her when she was little. She lived by his advice as best as she could. So when Sylvain had coaxed her into fencing, she tried it without much thought. Much to his surprise, she was very good at it. She didn’t do it seriously, but enjoyed fencing practice when she could.

Felix, a friend of Sylvain, had continuously challenged her to matches. He seemed dogged to beat her at least once. So far the score was 6 to 0; not that she was keeping count, but it seemed the younger man was.

“Better luck next time,” Sylvain said as he clapped Felix on the shoulder. The dark haired youth grunted and shrugged him off.

He turned to Byleth, a scowl etched on his face. “I’ll beat you eventually.”

She shrugged. “I’m sure you will.” Felix took the sport seriously, so she had no doubt he would eventually beat her in a match.

“Aww, come on man. Lighten up! It’s not like this was a real competition,” Sylvain said, smiling easily.

He rolled his eyes. “Easy for you to say. You don’t even take this seriously.”

The redhead shrugged. “So, you want to go out to dinner. As a reward for your victory of course.” He gave her an exaggerated wink.

“I should head home soon. Rain check?” She was used to Sylvain’s flirty ways by now.

He sighed loudly. “You know I think you have about four rain checks for dinner. Better collect them fast before someone takes them.”

A chuckle left her lips. “I’ll try to remember that.” She turned to head to the locker room when her eyes met familiar violet ones. “Jeritza?”

He was leaning against the far wall watching her with interest. “You’re quick on your feet. And surprisingly good,” he commented. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to her.

“Hey, isn’t he the new fencing instructor?” Sylvain asked in a loud whisper to Felix.

“Thank you.” She wondered how long he had been there. “So you fence too, I take it.”

He nodded. “I’ve done it since I was young.”

“And you’re a teacher? You must be very good,” she complimented.

“I’d like a match if you don’t mind.” There was a glint in his eyes.

“Right now?’

“If you’re not too tired from your last one.” His gaze flickered behind her, most likely to where Felix and Sylavin stood listening.

Chewing at her lower lip, she slowly nodded. “Five points?”

“Five points. You,” his voice was directed to Sylvain “can you referee?”

“Uh, yeah.” As the two headed to a strip, she heard Felix mutter under his breath, “He’s got at least four medals.”

Going through the salute, Byleth put her mask on. Getting into position and gripping her foil, she gave Sylavin a slight nod.

“Ready? Fence!”

She had never gone up against a pro. If the man really did have four medals as Felix mentioned then he must be one of th-

“Halt!” Byleth blinked behind her mask. Jeritza had managed to strike her with his foil without her even realizing it. “One point for uh…”

“Jeritza.” He sounded almost bored.

“Yeah for him.” Sylvain changed the score card. They returned to their starting lines and got into position once more.

“Ready? Fence!”

Putting her focus on her opponent, she parried his coming attack. He pushed her backwards as he went on the offense. His footwork was quick and light despite his size. He moved with a grace she had never seen before. Felix was very good, but Jeritza was on another level.

“Halt!” They both stopped. Jeritza hadn’t struck her despite his best attempts. “Uh, you crossed the line, Byleth,” Sylvain explained.

She let out a breath. She had forgotten about that as she was busy trying not to get hit by his attacks. Returning to her position, she attempted to loosen her body. With the way Jeritza moved, she could see the stark difference between her and a pro. He definitely deserved those medals from the way he was kicking her butt.

“Ready? Fence!”

Again he went on the offense. This time Byleth paid mind to her surroundings and to his movement. She lunged at him and quickly went on the defense when he parried her attack. When he went for a feint, she ducked around his attack and thrust her foil upwards.

“Halt!” Her breathing was heavy to her ears. “Nice job, Byleth!” She had managed one point at least. Jeritza didn’t comment as they returned to start. 

The end of the match came to a close. “Final score 5 to 2.” Pulling off her mask, she brushed away the hair sticking to her sweaty face. “Not bad going up against a seasoned pro,” Sylvain praised.

Tucking her mask under her arm, she walked over to the blond. “You’re amazing.” She held out her hand.

He seemed a bit surprised at her words as he blinked owlishly. “...thank you.” He took her hand and firmly shook it.

Giving him a final wave, she headed to the locker room. Once changed into her normal attire, she threw her duffel bag over her shoulder. Sylvain gave her a hearty wave while pulling Felix under his arm.

“See ya later!” She waved to them before going in the opposite direction towards home. She saw Jeritza walking ahead of her. When he stopped at a traffic stop, she managed to catch up with him.

They stood next to each other in silence waiting for the light to change. Byleth didn’t know what to say to him. She remembered that he had said he didn’t want to be friends before. The light changed and they continued to walk in silence. Jeritza’s long legs carried him further, so he was always ahead of her. Yet she managed to catch up at the next traffic light.

Finally arriving at the apartment, the climb up to the top floor wasn’t very eventful either. They silently unlocked their doors and closed them. Dumping her duffel on the couch, she went to her bedroom. “Sothis?”

The cat was not on her bed. She went over to the sliding door, which she tended to leave open a bit so Sothis could go out if she wanted to while she was away, and peered out on her balcony. The black cat wasn’t there either. However she was on Jeritza’s side.

“Come on. It’s dinner time,” she tried to coax the cat back. Sothis looked her in the eye and then turned her head away. “I know I’m late, and I’m sorry. I’ll even give you a cup and a half of food.”

Bargaining didn’t seem to be working. As much as she wanted to climb over and grab the snooty cat, she had promised not to go on to Jeritza’s balcony. Sighing, she went back inside and exited her apartment. She knocked twice on his door.

When he opened the door, he had a towel in hand. The front of his shirt was wet near the bottom. “Can I help you?”

“My cat is on your balcony, and I promised I wouldn’t climb on your side again. She refused to come over because I was five minutes late for dinner. She’s acting like a child, but I still need to feed her. If I give you her food, can you give it to her?” She paused to breath once everything was out.

A beat of silence, then, “I have some left over cat food still. I can feed her now.”

“Great! Let me get you her feeding bowl. I always have an extra.” Before he could say anything else, Byleth went back into her apartment. Finding the cat bowl in one of the kitchen cabinets, she hurried back over to him.

Jeritza had left the apartment door open, but he had disappeared inside. Poking her head inside, she called to him. “Jeritza? I’m coming in.”

His apartment was identical to her own in setup. The short entrance way had a small, thin side table with a framed photo of a young Jeritza, Mercedes and most likely their mother. Also a small bowl for keys was on the side.

The small kitchen looked out to the open space that was usually used as a living area. However his style in decor was very different from her. He had a modern, black, sleek couch that didn’t look nearly as comfortable as her frumpy brown couch. His kitchen area was immaculate with everything placed in a proper space. Her kitchen usually was filled to the brim with spoons, spatulas and other cooking utensils that she may or may not use. A single black bar-stool with a back was placed on the opposite side of the kitchen counter.  He had minimal decorations whereas her walls were covered with knick-knacks and photos.

A can of cat food was left on the counter. Opening the can, Byleth dumped the contents in the cat bowl. She had seen this brand of cat food before; it was really expensive. Marianne had assured her the dry cat food she bought was just as good. Tossing the can in the nearby trash, she hovered in the area wondering if going into his bedroom was too much of an invasion of privacy.

It seemed Jeritza had decided it was fine because she heard him call out, “I’m on the balcony. You can come in.”

Going into his room, which was sparse and clean, she stepped out on the balcony. Sothis was busy curled up in the corner watching them. The moment Byleth set the bowl down, the cat jumped up and started eating.

“You’re so spoiled,” she muttered. As if understanding her, Sothis gave her a withering look before going back to her meal.

“You know” she turned to Jeritza “she likes you a lot. Which is surprising since she doesn’t seem to like many of my friends. She’ll let the vet and groomer touch her, but doesn’t tolerate others very well.”

Jeritza watched the black cat for a moment before speaking. “She’s a feral?”

“Yeah. I found her near the dumpster behind the building five years ago.” A fond smile formed on her lips. “At first she would hiss at me, but eventually I won her over with food. She still likes to wander outside, but she always comes back.”

There was a faraway look in his eyes as he spoke, “There were a lot of strays wandering around where I lived when I was young. Though I was told to stay away, I liked to feed them when I could. Cats are majestic creatures. Able to fend for themselves when they have to. They don’t really need others to survive.”

“You really like cats, I take it.” Staring at his profile, he was handsome in a way.

Seeming to realize she was still there, he straightened up. “I can feed your cat if she happens to come over here next time. Shouldn’t let the cat food go to waste.”

Byleth shrugged. “Sure. She’ll just hope back over when she’s done.” She turned to leave but paused. Looking at him, she wanted to say something more but didn’t know what. Shaking her head, she left his apartment.

By the time she was ready for bed, Sothis had slipped back inside. The cat was already snuggled up on her bed. Locking the sliding door, Byleth laid in bed. “You’re spoiled rotten,” she whispered to the sleeping feline.

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“So your new neighbor feeds your cat?” Catherine’s eyebrows shot up.

Leaning her elbows on the bar top, Byleth swirled her drink. “She seems to really like him. And you know she doesn’t like just anyone.”

The blond woman nodded. “Oh do I know. Damn cat nearly clawed me.” She dowed the shot in her hand before slamming it on the bar top.

“Another?” Shamir was already refilling a new drink before Catherine could agree. “What does he do?”

“I think he’s a fencing instructor. Though it doesn’t sound like it’s a permanent job.” The whiskey burned her throat as she gulped it down. “He keeps to himself, but I’ve seen him play with Sothis on occasion. He’s not very friendly.”

“Well you weren’t the friendliest person either back then,” Catherine commented. “You’ve gotten better though. Maybe he just needs a push? I mean you said his sister wants you to be friends with him, right?”

Byleth sighed. “I don’t know. It’s been a few weeks since I last talked to him. His sister doesn’t come around often…”

Shamir took Byleth’s empty cup. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered? I would just leave him be.”

The blond chuckled. “You would of course.” She turned her gaze to Byleth. “Well if you want to make friends with him, I’d suggest inviting him to the annual White Heron Cup festival. Maybe invite the sister if you get a chance. It’s up to you.”

“Alright, can you two move? You’re hogging the space for other paying customers.” Shamir shooed them both away.

Byleth shuffled past a few patrons. “I’ll think about it.” Giving Catherine a wave, she left the bar and stepped out into the cool night air.

Breathing deeply she glanced up at the starless sky. Somehow she had gotten on the topic of Jeritza with the two women. She had gone to Shamir’s bar with the hopes of unwinding. Yet she still felt tense. Her thoughts often drifted to her quiet neighbor, who preferred to converse with her cat than with other people.

As promised, Jeritza would feed Sothis if she decided to stay on his side. There were times when she would happen to see him on the balcony at the same time. He didn’t acknowledge her much even though she waved a few times. She usually didn’t bother with people who didn’t want to be bothered. But it was a bit difficult to do when her cat spent a lot of time with him.

Another sigh left her lips as she walked past a restaurant. “Byleth?!” Hearing her name, she stopped and looked around. A figure sitting on the patio of the restaurant stood up and waved. 

Moving closer she realized it was Mercedes, who was eating with another woman. “Speak of the devil and his sister comes,” she mumbled to herself.

“I thought that was you!” She smiled broadly. “How nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too,” she greeted. The red haired woman watched them with curiosity.

Seeming to remember her guest, Mercedes introduced her. “This is my best friend Annette. Annette this is Byleth. She lives next door to Jeritza.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Her voice was just as bright as the blond’s.

“Annie and I went to the same college together back in Faerghus,” Mercedes explained. “She decided to visit me here, so I wanted to take her out. Anyways, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since we first met.”

“I’m good. Um, I just saw some friends and was heading home.” Both women seemed so friendly despite barely knowing her.

“How’s Emile doing?” she asked, a nervous look in her eye. “I know he’s not the best at making friends, but I hope he’s trying.”

Byleth was at a loss for words. She could tell Mercedes cared for her brother with the way she worried about him. What was she supposed to tell him? That her brother didn’t want to be her friend? That he preferred the company of her cat? That they spoke on a total of three occasions not counting the awkward small talk?

“He’s…doing fine. He seems to be getting along nicely with my cat,” she finally answered. It wasn’t a lie at least.

A relieved smile came to her face. “That’s good to hear. I promised Emile I would visit, but I’ve been so busy at the orphanage I just haven’t found the time.”

“Why don’t you invite him to that festival you were telling me about? What was it called…the white cup? ” Annette suggested suddenly.

“Oh! That’s a wonderful idea! You’ll come too won’t you, Byleth?” Large violet eyes implored her. “I mean you live right next door, so maybe you two could come together. Jeritza is still fairly new to the area, and I don’t want him to get lost. I would come get him but I’m actually part of the festival this year, so it might be difficult for me to get away.”

Byleth nodded. “S-sure. I don’t mind. I was actually thinking of going this year.” She really couldn’t bring herself to say no.

“Wonderful! Let me give you my number so you can text me when you get there. I’ll also let Emile know about this.” Handing over her phone, Mercedes quickly added her contacts. “Great! I’ll see you in a few weeks!”

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“How did I get myself into this mess?” she asked Sothis. The black cat slowly blinked at her from her perch on the bed. “It’s not like I don’t want to be friends with him. This just feels like a…date. That his sister set up…”

Finally dressed for the festival, she studied her appearance in the mirror. Her sea-foam colored hair was tamed as best as she could get it. Dressed comfortable but casual, she grabbed her keys and cellphone. “I left food out for dinner. I’ll be back in a few hours,” she told Sothis. The cat didn’t seem concerned and merely hopped off her bed and wandered out to the balcony.

Locking her door, she stood in front of Jeritza’s apartment. She hesitated before knocking twice. A few moments later the door opened revealing a frowning Jeritza. “I don’t understand why I need you to escort me to the festival. I’m sure I can find it myself.”

“Good evening to you too.” He sighed loudly as he followed her down the stairs. “Mercedes said she’s worried you’ll get lost. Don’t worry I won’t guide you by the hand there.”

They turned down the street. “How reassuring.”

The walk was silent as they went for a while before Byleth finally asked, “Is there a reason you don’t seem to like people? You and Mercedes are opposite people when it comes down to personality.”

Glancing at his face for a reaction, he remained emotionless. “People will always expect something from you once they feel like they’ve built a relationship. In the end they only care for themselves and what they can gain. Why should I want to make friends with people like them?”

“That’s a bit of a broad assumption. Not everyone is like that, you know. Maybe those you were around weren’t very good people,” she stated simply.

“You think you’re different? Why would you want to be friends with me? I’ve given you no reason to like me.” His voice was cold and distant.

Byleth shrugged. “I’m not saying I’m unique compared to others; just that maybe you’ll find that not everyone wants something. You’re not a bad person, Jeritza, despite your attempts at acting aloof. You love my cat;  that’s reason enough for me to think we can be friends.”

He scoffed, though there was warmth in it. “You’re a strange one.”

“I’ve been told…” A slight frown formed on her lips but quickly melted away. “And we’re here. And that looks like... Sylvain and Felix?”

As they approached the entrance, Sylvain waved. “Hey! Fancy seeing you here.”

Byleth handed her ticket to the security guard before moving past the barriers. “What are you two doing here? I thought festivals weren’t your thing?”

“Are you kidding? I would never pass up the opportunity to support the lovely ladies who are performing tonight.” The grin on the redhead’s face didn’t convince Byleth much.

Felix sighed. “He dragged me here.” 

Throwing an arm around the shorter man’s shoulder, Sylvain winked. “He needs to get out more and have fun!” His gaze traveled to the man next to her. “And I have to say, someone decided to have too!” He wiggled his eyebrows making her laugh.

“Emile!” Mercedes ran towards them. “You made it! I’m glad you decided to come.”

Jeritza sighed. “It’s not like I had much of a choice. This one” he gestured to Byleth “kept sending me reminder texts up to the last minute. Why did you give her my number?”

Grasping his arm, she smiled broadly. “Because I knew you wouldn’t.” She greeted the two men standing there. “Oh, how rude. I’m Mercedes! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Sylvain, moving away from Felix, offered his hand to her. “The pleasure is all mine. I’m Sylvain. To meet such a beautiful woman such as yourself, well I can’t believe my lu-” He trailed off as his face paled, and he immediately dropped his offered hand before she could shake it. “Uh…hey, Felix, I think I saw some fun games over there. Let’s go!” He pointed off into the opposite direction.

Byleth watched as he nearly dragged his dark haired friend away. “Couldn’t get away fast enough,” she mumbled. Out of the corner of her eye, she had seen the dark look Jeritza had given the younger man. Mercedes remained completely clueless as to why Sylvain had hightailed it away.

“I guess he really wanted to play those games?” Turning back to her brother, Mercedes tugged him along. “Come, I want to show you around. I’ve been helping with setting things up for the children’s performance.” He had no option but to follow her. 

Byleth let them go without her, deciding they should get some time alone to bond. Walking around the festival grounds, she bought some food from a stall. The ready made chocolate and strawberry crêpe melted in her mouth. Some stalls were selling t-shirts for this year’s festival while others had trinkets. She stopped to play a knock-off version of whack-a-mole except it was whack-a-heron, and easily won the large stuffed dragon.

She had never gone to the festival despite being a feature every year. It was a nice place for families to go to. She had heard the dancers were amazing, and put on different shows every time. As she went by the food stalls once more with the giant stuffed toy, she debated on whether to go home early. The show didn’t start until later, and they had fireworks to end the whole thing.

“Hey, professor Byleth!” She recognized the energetic voice. Turning around, she was right as she spotted Caspar. Following at a slower pace was Linhardt, who always seemed to be dragged around from place to place by the former.

“Hey, you two.” She hadn’t seen Caspar in a while since he had taken her class two semesters ago. He looked just as bright as before.

“It’s great to see ya! I didn’t know you came to these events.” He was balancing a plate of fried dough. “We have come every year for the last five years.”

“This is my first time here. A...friend invited me,” she explained

The green haired youth yawned. “I wish it wasn’t held so late…”

“Aww don’t be like that! You have to have more energy or you won’t ever win the games!” He pointed at the stuffed dragon. “I mean even the professor won an amazing prize! I’m gonna try out the strength game. I’ll win the biggest prize!”

“Don’t you have enough giant animals? Where are you going to even put it?” Linhardt shook his head. “His room is already a mess, and the giant toys don’t help.”

“But I need them! They’re so soft and amazing to sleep on!” Squishing her own giant stuffed toy, Byleth did have to agree that it was soft.

“Let’s just get this game over with. See you later, professor.” Linhardt slowly dragged his feet in the direction of the games.

Caspar gave her the thumbs up before following him “See ya!”

“Those two…” She couldn’t understand how opposite they were. Despite Linhardt’s complaints about not being able to sleep because of him, he was always there for Caspar. An odd duo but they made sense in a strange way.

Byleth headed to a food stall selling mini dumplings filled with red bean paste. She might as well enjoy the festival as best as she could.

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“Are you settling in alright?” Mercedes asked as she popped a fried dough ball in her mouth.

Jeritza held the plate of fried dough balls covered in honey between them. “I’m fine.”

“That’s good. I’m so glad you decided to move here. Mother was worried about you, you know.”

“I know. I just…needed more time before moving.” He easily popped three dough balls in his mouth all at once. “After father died, I needed to sort out the things he left behind.”

The easy smile fell from her lips. “I’m so sorry that you had to be left with him, Emile. If there was anything mother or I could have done to have you with us, we-”

“It’s not your fault. Mother couldn’t do much after the judge’s ruling. I’m just glad you both got out before it was too late.” His gaze was distant. “I feel no pity for that man. His death was deserved after everything he did.”

With a deep sigh, Mercedes shook her head. “Let’s not dwell on this for now. We should try and enjoy the festival.” Her brows drew together. “I wonder where Byleth is?”

Jeritza glanced around them. The festival had quickly gotten crowded as Mercedes showed him around. He glared as a child collided into him, knocking the plate of fried dough out of his hand and onto the ground.

“Sorry!” The kid ran off without so much as a glance.

“Oh no!” Mercedes quickly cleaned up the mess and tossed it into a nearby trash. “Should we get more snacks? I think I saw a shaved ice stand over there…”

Sure enough the shaved ice stand was close. As they waited in line, Mercedes contemplated the flavors aloud. “We can have up to three syrups. Blueberry, pineapple, and coconut sounds good. What about you, Emile?”

“I’ll have peach and strawberry.”

“Good choice!”

They soon got their shaved ice and continued walking through the festival. “This is heavenly! On a hot night, this is a wonderful way to cool down.”

“...” He quietly agreed as he ate.

“Mercie!” Annette tapped the older woman on the shoulder. “I finally found you.”

Turning Mercedes noticed that the ginger was with Byleth, who was carrying the biggest plushie she had ever seen. “I’m glad you made it, Annette. I was worried… And you found Byleth!”

“Yeah, sorry about being late. I had to talk with my father for a while.” She pointed to Byleth. “We happened to bump into each other while I was looking for you.”

“Are you enjoying the festival?” Mercedes asked Byleth.

She nodded. “It’s pretty nice. I won this, so I’m happy.” Her gaze zeroed in on the shaved ice that Jeritza was eating.

“What?” An elegant eyebrow went up

“You’re eating shaved ice…”

His cone was half finished compared to Mercedes. “And? I like to partake in sweet treats once and awhile. Is there a problem with that?”

She shrugged. “No. I just didn’t take you for one with a sweet tooth.”

“Hmm…”

Byleth brought her attention back to the two women. “-can’t wait to see the dances!” Annette finished excitedly.

“I actually have to get going now,” Byleth said. “I have to get up early to do some work, so I’m going to head out.”

“Oh, that’s too bad you’ll be missing the dance and the fireworks.” Mercedes glanced at her brother. “Emile can walk you home.”

“...” He frowned but did not protest aloud.

“It’s fine, Mercedes. I can walk home by myself; it’s not too far from here.” Byleth quickly waved her off. “You three enjoy the rest of the night.” She quickly left them before Mercedes could argue more.

Once Byleth was out of sight, Jeritza asked, “Why did you want me to walk her home? She obviously knows this city better than I do.”

Smiling sweetly, she looped her arm through Annette’s. “No reason. Let’s play some games!” Walking ahead of him, the two women chatted happily. Jeritza followed at a slower pace enjoying the rest of his shaved ice.

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“So yeah that’s been my life so far. The past few months have been…interesting.” Byleth smiled sadly at the cold headstone. “I miss you, dad.” She placed a small bouquet of  pale pink flowers on the headstone.

The cemetery was eerily silent and empty with dark clouds threatening rain. Byleth swallowed the lump forming in her throat and hastily wiped away the tears that threatened to fall. Leaving the cemetery, Byleth headed back home just as rain started to fall. By the time she was home, she was soaked through.

Peeling off her t-shirt and shorts, she tossed them in the washer while toweling her hair dry. Having changed into comfortable clothes, she went to work. Her research had finished, but she still needed to put some touches on her book. She worked on her laptop for a while before Sothis jumped on the table demanding to be fed.

“Alright, alright. I’ll feed you.”

As she filled the cat bowel her thoughts wandered back to the cemetery. Her father had died eight years ago. Every year she would visit him just to talk for an hour. The day he died it had rained just as it did now.

A wet lick from Sothis on her hand brought her back to the present. The black cat rubbed against her arm. “I’m okay.”

Once Sothis was fed, she went back to work. She worked late into the night, only taking small breaks for a quick bite. The clock blinked almost three in the morning before she leaned back in her chair. Pulling her glasses off, she rubbed her tired eyes. The rain had long stopped and the air was cool.

Closing her laptop, she went into the kitchen and rummaged through her cabinets. Finding what she was looking for, she went out to her balcony. She paused as she noticed Jeritza was also out. He sat on the ground with his back pressed against the bars of the bannistar. He wore sleeping bottoms and a plain white t-shirt. His head was tipped back toward the stars. His hair fell down his back untied.

“Can’t sleep?” she inquired.

He didn’t move. “You could say that. You?”

“Yeah.” She stared at him for a moment before deciding. Climbing over onto his balcony, she plopped down next to him. “It’s been a long day.”

She twisted the cap on the bottle of whiskey open and took a long swig. “Want some?” She held the bottle out to him.

There was silence as he accepted the bottle. She watched as he took two long gulps. His face twisted in distaste as he handed it back. “That’s vile.”

“Yeah it is. I hate whiskey.” She knocked back another swig.

“Then why do you have a brand new bottle?” The bottle rested in the space between them.

“My dad liked whiskey. He drank it a lot. Sometimes he would get drunk off his ass and I’d have to haul him home.” He remained silent as Byleth continued. “He wasn’t the world’s best dad, but he tried his hardest to raise me. Taught me a lot of practical things like how to throw a right hook.”

Silence fell again before Jeritza spoke. “He sounds better than my father. He wasn’t very nice to me or Mercedes. Or our mother. Once I was born, he had no need for them, and took legal custody of me when he could. Anything I did wrong, I’d get beaten until I saw stars. I learned quickly what not to do.”

“He sounds like an ass.”

“Yeah he was. I would have killed him myself if the car hadn’t gotten to him first.” Jeritza grabbed the bottle and drank.

“But you turned out alright in the end. Now you’re my next door neighbor who likes my cat more than me,” she joked.

He didn’t laugh. “Did I really? I’ve done things that would make the average person run the other way if they knew. My father was good at making my actions disappear. Sometimes dark thoughts invade my mind. These urges to do things I know are wrong are still there. I’ve been learning how to control them with help, but I sometimes wonder if it would've been better for me not to be in Mercedes’ life.”

She turned to him, observing his profile. “Your sister loves you dearly. She’s happy to have you be a part of her life. And no one is perfect. I used to get into lots of fights from middle school up to my twenties. I may have almost killed a few people back then too…”

“You?” Interest colored his tone.

She took the bottle from him, her hand brushing against his ever so slightly, and drank. She coughed as the liquid burned her throat. “I used to get picked on, so I would deck anyone in the face. It led to a lot of broken noses on the other kids’ part, and I would get sent to the office until my dad picked me up. In high school I joined a gang of sorts and got into a lot of dangerous fights and illegal activities. I even got the nickname ‘The Ashen Demon’ at one point. If it wasn’t for my dad, I’m sure I’d be behind bars.”

She stared down at her hands. She could remember vividly the way they were covered in bruises and blood. Some of the blood her own, but most not. She continued, “In college I was close to dropping out because I didn’t care. The fights mostly stopped, but I just didn’t think learning was important. But when my dad died, I realized I needed to change. I couldn’t keep going on like this because I know it hurt him. So I got help and eventually received my teaching degree.”

The bottle was nearly empty as she passed it back to him. Jeritza didn’t drink, but studied the glass. “You’re a teacher.”

“Professor at Garreg Mach if you can believe it.”

He nodded to himself. “What do you teach?”

“Old world politics. It’s an interesting subject despite what some might have you think.” She found herself leaning closer to him. His body radiated warmth that drew her in.

“I wanted to teach once. I took a course in ancient combat and war. It was a fascinating topic.” He placed the bottle down on his side as he looked at Byleth. “Maybe I’ll go back and finish my degree…”

Staring into his eyes, she felt herself leaning closer. “You could apply to be a professor at Garreg Mach after. Of course I’ll be there, so maybe not.” She wondered why she ever thought his eyes were cold. The violet hues were warm and magnetic.

His hand reached up and gently tucked a sea foam colored strand behind her ear. “You know I don’t just like the cat.”

A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. “Could have fooled me.” She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. The bumped noses, which caused her to chuckle, before he tilted his face just so.

They kissed languidly; neither in a rush. The kiss smelled of whiskey but Byleth found the scent to be nice for once. Her fingers ran through his hair; the strands felt like silk. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, she pressed closer to him. Warmth seeped into her body and traveled all the way down her toes. He managed to pull a moan from her lips.

He pulled away as they caught their breath. They were silent as she laid her head on his shoulder. He took a sip of the whiskey before giving it back to her. Byleth finished the last bit and allowed the empty bottle to roll on the ground before it clanked against the potted plant. They remained silent as the stars disappeared and the sun slowly rose.

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The summer months were slowly ending and fall would be arriving. However the heat continued to swell. Byleth had plugged a few fans around her apartment, but even that did nothing unless she sat right in front of one. Sothis seemed to like laying in front of the fan on her bedroom floor.

Leaving a bowl of water out, she left her apartment. Against her better judgement, she looked to her right. Jeritza’s apartment was silent. Sighing, she locked up and headed down the stairs. Stepping out a blast of hot air hit and made her grimace. Rushing across the street, she managed to get on the bus right before it left.

Her thoughts drifted to what happened the day after the ‘Jeritza incident’ as she dubbed it. He had knocked on her door during the evening. He went right to the point once she opened the door. “Things won’t work between us. It’s best if we keep to ourselves.”

She kept her face perfectly schooled in a neutral expression. “Why?”

“I can hurt you. It’s best I keep people at arms length for their own safety,” he answered never breaking eye contact.

“I appreciate your effort to protect me. However I’m an adult and I think I can decide for myself whether I trust you to not hurt me.” Despite the drinking, she remembered their conversation clearly. “Your past doesn’t scare me. We both have had our share of regretful actions.”

He paused before shaking his head. “Just…stay away from me. Like I said before, I have no desire for friends.”

“Jeritza…” He turned and went back into his apartment.

She hadn’t seen him all week since then. A part of her was annoyed with him because he had made the decision for her. She had the urge to knock on his door and tell him off. The more practical side of her told her to give him space. She had seen fear in his eyes when he talked to her. He wasn’t afraid of her but seemed afraid for her.

How long had it been since he let someone other than family in?

Brushing the thoughts away, Byleth focused on her task for the day. Going to the local market for food always took some time. Fresh fruit and vegetables were always abundant along with fish and meat. There was even a bakery that sold newly made bread. She enjoyed taking her time to go grocery shopping and listening to the buzz of people.

Stepping off the bus, the market was packed with people already. Byleth leisurely made her way through the market, stopping here and there to pick up things. She wanted to buy some fresh flowers, but decided against the idea. Sothis had a knack for knocking vases over when she wasn’t looking. She pushed her way through the crowd as her bags slowly filled up.

“Is this the one?” Anna showed Byleth a few bottles of varied spices.

“Do you have cumin?”

The redhead turned to her stock before finding what she needed. “Here you go!” Paying for the spices and tea blends, Byleth tucked them carefully in her bag. “Pleasure doing business with you!”

A particularly colorful array of baked treats caught her eye. She took some time browsing the displayed sweet confections. Her eyes lingered on a medium sized peach tart. The slices of peach glistened under the light glaze of sugar and the crust was cooked to a crisp brown.

“Can I get that in a box please?”

She got the bus back home and hauled her things up the stairs. Sothis sniffed the box curiously as Byleth put the food away. The black cat pawed at the baby blue ribbon keeping the box closed. Byleth scribbled a brief note, stuck it under the tie, and took the box out to the hall. He wasn’t home, so she left the box at his door. She went back to her apartment to prepare dinner.

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Jeritza came home two hours later feeling tired. The slow climb up the stairs felt longer than usual. Against his will, his gaze fell on Byleth’s door. He could hear the faint murmur of her t.v. playing. A small frown was on his lips when he saw the robin egg blue box at his door. Picking up the box, he went inside and set the box on the counter. Dumping the duffel bag in his bedroom, he went back to the box.

He opened the note.

You should heat this up before eating. 

Though not signed, he knew who it was from. He undid the knot and pulled back the cover. The peach tart still looked fresh despite most likely sitting in the box for a few hours. Putting the tart on a plate, he placed it in the microwave to warm up for a few seconds. Once done, he carefully sliced into it with his fork.

The first bite was heavenly. It was sweet but not overtly so. The crust was crisp and he could taste a hint of almonds. The peaches were perfectly cooked so they were soft but had a slight bite to them. It wasn’t his mother’s recipe but it was almost as good.

Setting the fork down, he glared at the partially eaten tart. Brows drawn together, he didn’t know what to do. The murmur from her television stopped making him look up. Without thought he went out to the balcony, and sure enough Byleth was there. She was staring out at the city skyline. Sothis sat atop the small table napping.

“Why did you do that?” he asked.

She turned to him; her face was calm. “I thought you might like it.”

A breeze ruffled her sea foam green hair. “I will end up hurting you,” he stated. “It’s only a matter of time. I hurt anyone who is near me.”

Her head tilted to the side. “Have you hurt Mercedes?”

He paused. Then shook his head. “I haven’t but she isn’t safe from me. No one is.”

“You’re keeping her at distance too.” It was a statement. She seemed to be peering into his soul looking for something. “Your past actions can’t be changed, but you can choose to do things differently now. You’re seeking help, so you’re trying to learn control.”

“Yes. But it doesn’t mean I can’t slip up. It’s bound to happen.” The therapy sessions he started five years ago did help. He had decided to start them right after his father’s death in some foolish hope of getting better. He realized that he would never truly be cured and could only learn to control and live with his problems.

“You’re right. You could slip up tomorrow. Or maybe next month. Or even three years from now. I can too. But until then, I think you deserve to have some semblance of happiness. Spending time with Mercedes makes you happy, I can tell.” She tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “However I’m not going to force you to do anything, Jeritza. It’s up to you.”

He couldn’t find anything to say. Byleth went back inside and Sothis followed. He was alone on the balcony with only his thoughts. Much of his past shaped who he was today. Or at least that’s what he first thought. 

His therapist had pointed out something in one of their first sessions. “Tell me, was seeking therapy something your father would have wanted?”

He knew the answer without hesitation. “No.”

“Then why seek help?”

It took him a while to formulate the right words. “I want to see my sister and mother. I haven’t properly seen them since I was eight when my father took custody of me. However I know the way I am now, I cannot see them without possibly hurting them.”

“Good. Despite what your father might have wanted or told you, you choose to seek help. You’re taking the initiative to do something because there’s something more important to you. I’m sure every fiber of your being was telling you to never come back after our first session. But here you are back for our fifth one.”

It was true, he had considered never coming back. But he had forced himself to go; and eventually it got easier to go. Five years later and he was still going for sessions though the drive out was a bit longer now that he moved. Things had changed a lot in those five years and most for the better. His father’s business had been sold and he was free of him forever. He had Mercedes and his mother back in his life though he still was hesitant to see them often. He even had a neighbor who’s cat he adored. And he possibly felt something for said owner.

The only thing holding back was himself. The dark whispers in the back of his mind, the doubts were still there. Some days it was easier to ignore them. Other times it felt like he was being dragged back by his demon. His therapist said that sometimes changes could cause distress to him mentally. He needed to take it all one at a time.

The night air had gotten chilly, so he went back inside. Despite trying to sleep, he could only stare at his ceiling. Thoughts ran through his mind without stop. By the time the sun started coming up, he had made up his mind.

He dressed and got ready for the day. The peach tart had been finished along with a light breakfast. Grabbing his keys, the baby blue ribbon under the framed photo swayed as he went by. He knocked briskly on Byleth’s door. It took a few minutes before the door opened. She was already dressed but the comb in her hand told him she was still getting ready. Sothis poked her head around Byleth’s leg.

“Jeritza?” A loud yawn escaped her mouth. “Sorry. Is everything okay?”

“I can’t promise you that I’ll be very good at this. I’m not the most sociable person. I have issues I’m still dealing with, but if you’re willing to give me a chance, I would like that.” He had decided to keep his speech short and simple. Flowery language wasn’t his forte or his way.

A smile graced her lips. “As long as you're willing to put up with me. I’m not very affectionate. I’ve been told I’m not best at communicating my feelings with others. And I have a spoiled cat named after a holy goddess.”

He reached out for her; she easily came to him. Pulling her into his arms, he embraced her tightly. Byleth laid her head against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart. Pressing his cheek on the top of her head, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo. There was something calming about the scent of jasmine and rose that came from her.

He couldn’t promise that things would be easy for them. He couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t push her away. Yet she accepted him. Fully as he was; his demon and all. It was all he could ask for.

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Chapter 25. /- travel to another state/

20.06.'20

"Come with us, for real" said again Grayson but now he stepped closer and hugged me, probably to make his plead work even better.

" But why? You go to visit your family and spend time with them."

"Yeah we do, but we could still show you so many place where we grew up. Come on, it's gonna be fun to break away from LA and it would make me so happy" he continued to try to convince me.

"For real M, come with us" joined Ethan too, and at this point all I could do is laugh and agree to them. Of course if one of them is not enough to get something, sure enough the other one is gonna join and make your life ten times harder.

05.07.'20

So that's how I ended up in New Jersey on friday afternoon with the boys. I was courious as I looked out from our taxi's window to the foreign city. Grayson kept holding my left hand, while he talked with Ethan about something, but I was definitely somewhere else in my thoughts. Traveling was always a big dream for me and I was so happy to see new places. At the same time I felt terrible when I called Veronica for a few days off, even though she was totally fine with it. I didn't want to let her down but at the same time I didn't want to let down myself either. I was excited to see where the boys grew up and what do they mean when they say home. When Grayson said they have a house here somewhere deep down it's reassured me. I wasn't sure if I was ready to meet their mom and get a question about who am I? A friend, love? I guess we never put a label on it.

A few minutes later our taxi stopped in front of a white house. It was a really chill street, we could hear how the kids played in front of their house a few miles away from us. Their laugh reverberated between the houses and I giggled when Grayson caught me looking at them with a big smile on my face and reached for my hand to pull me behind them to the house. I love children, simply everytime I say I am childish I still feel like I would be ready to be a mom, but of course I have time. I still enjoy the parties too. Maybe that's what really strange in our early twenties. There is still in you that you wanna have fun, go to parties, travel, but at the same time there is a picture in you too about the future. Some people in this age are already parents, while others still get drunk every weekend, study in a university or build their career. It is a strange stage in our life's, I would say this is really the time when you feel like you start to really become an adult. One thing is sure, you are exactly where you should be. You are not late, or further. Everyone has their own time.

I really loved the twin's house, it was homie with huge windows and big spaces but it still felt more like a home then every house in LA. They were cool, but I never felt like I would live my entire life in that city.

I was not even surprised when after they showed me the house, the last thing was the balcony with a huge garden in front of it and a little forest next to it. It was a typical house where I pictured them being when they come here. It's really fit their personalities.

"I love this house" I said and looked to the woods. The birds chirping filled the air while the sun's warm shine lit up the forest. It really was a nice view from the balcony.

"It's always refreshing to come here from LA for a while" replied E. " You are the first girl ever who come with us to here."

" Aw really? " I giggled but flinched a little bit when Grayson suddenly came out and pulled me closer to his strong upper body as he hugged my chest from behind.

"Are you ready to go?"

" Where? We just arrived " I asked and looked back at his face.

"To have fun " he shrugged his shoulder and I already knew from their grin to each other that the rest of the day is gonna be eventful.

They only gave me time to change into something more comfortable on top of a swimsuit, so I picked up a black jogger short and a basic white crop shirt over my white bikini and I was ready to see what's the boys plan was.

I felt like our whole day was crazy, and all I did all day is laughing. I laughed loudly when I set behind Grayson on a quad and I needed to bend down to my hair not get filled with leaves from the trees. I laughed too when I stood up on the quad and tried to keep my balance next to Gray's crazy speed and sat down fast when I felt my legs started to slip.

I didn't laugh that much when I stood in a bridge's inner part and tried to overcome my agoraphobia and looked down to the boys, who already jumped down to the water and kept yelling to me to join them. I closed my eyes, pushed myself away and screamed before I landed in the warm water with a huge splash. I laughed loudly again as Grayson hugged me under the water while I gave Ethan a high five for being brave enough to do it. Okay maybe I was not daring enough compared to the boys, when I just watched them keep going up and jumping down again and again. They were like two children and I really saw them in a way like never before. I never seen them being so happy and free and it was just even more surprising how much it made my heart throb from seeing them like this.

" I've never thought you are gonna be this open to try these things" said Grayson while we were on our way home. We sat on their pickup's open trunk. He leaned against the side, while I sat between his legs and my head was pressed against his chest and Ethan drived. My hair was a mess from the wind, but it was a another new thing that I've never thought I should try, but it was worth it.

"Of course I am, I've had so much fun today" I replied honestly, and tried to move more to the side in his arms so I could look at him. The charming smile that was on his face still not faded and the light of the setting sun gleamed in his eyes. I loved the fact that he was the type of men who can be cute and romantic, but he can be crazy too to make me feel like he is my friend, not just my love. Today when we went to these adventures we didn't even think about hugging and kissing. We don't wanna make Ethan feel awkward and we definitely not that cheezy type anyway. Sometimes we could seem like we are kinda cold to each other, but there is definitely a fire between us, that only we could see.

He probably laughed at me for zoning out while I looked into his eyes and thought about him, so all I did was laugh with him and placed my hand on his face and gave him a long kiss on his soft and pumped lips. He looked cute how his sill slightly wet hair was messy because of the wind, but that cute look faded quickly when I looked back down to his face from his hair and saw his beard and strong jawline that made him look more masculine. Either way, he was perfect.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he frowned his brows.

" I am just.. whatever " I smiled and I was glad he didn't questioned me more and just pulled me closer to his arms. I hid my face in his neck and placed a soft kiss there. I didn't want to tell him that I'm trying to enjoy every small moment, so I can remember them when I am not gonna see him for months, or years or maybe never again. I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, but I am sure I am gonna remember every single moment that I experienced here and I am sure these memories and moments gonna make a smile on my face no matter what.

I spent the night alone in the huge house. The boys went over to their mom's and there was not a chance to convince me to go there with them. For me it's really is a serious thing in a relationship when you meet with the parents, even though I wasn't the biggest expert in relationships. I am sure I was afraid from it because I never experienced a situation like this. There was that bad thought in my head where I stand in front of their sister and mom and they look at me in a weird way because of my complicated relationship with Grayson, or because they think he deserves someone else. Someone prettier, better, anything, just not me. Is it really surprising that I ended up overthinking it? I don't think so.

In the meantime I called my mom to have a little chat with her. Later I looked around in the living room and smiled on their baby pictures and then sat down to look around on my social medias. I took my time picking pictures what Ethan took earlier of me next to the river and I uploaded it to my instagram.

I just stepped out from Grayson's bedroom when I heard the front door's opening and the boys arrived with loud noises. I already took a bath, so all I wore was Grayson's shirt. I smiled when I heard how Grayson started to call my name a few seconds later, so I went down fast on the stairs and jumped on his back with a loud giggle.

"Mom sent you dinner" said Ethan, and placed the bag on the kitchen counter.

" Aw she is so cute" I replied and really made me feel good for her thinking of me. Of course since it was about food I got excited and as soon as I came down from Grayson's back I wanted to go next to Ethan, but Gray got my waist and laughed as he pulled me back to his arms. "Stop, I'm hungry" I giggled, when I felt his lips on my neck. The feeling sent shivers down my spine and it really was a thing that I couldn't got used to now matter how many times I felt his lips on my skin. My body always reacted to him.

"Can you please leave it to the bedroom?" grimaced E, so I moved away from Grayson and shook my head on his dramatic brother and set down to the bar stool with a fork in my hand.

" Do you wanna get cafe or something tomorrow with me and my mom?" looked at me Grayson. The food almost caught on my throat when I heard his question and I stared at my food instead of looking at him.

"And how are you gonna introduce me? Like it's complicated, but I still want you to meet with her, I guess?!" I frowned my brows. Ethan could tell from my voice that Grayson stood on a sensitive topic, so he went out from the kitchen leaving me alone with Gray.

"Babe she is my mother, not a stranger" he said and laid against the counter in front of me. " She already knows everything about you and us. Of course she wanna meet you."

My heart melted from the thought that he talked about me to his mom. I can always think about the worst things and scenarios in my head, and I really should learn by now that Grayson is not someone, who wanna hurt me or take me to a awkward situation. He is probably the first person in my life, besides my family, who I trust one hundred percent.

"We just go somewhere to have breakfast or have a cafe or something. I am sure it's not gonna be that bed" he said and he couldn't hold back that light smile in the end of his sentence.

" I'm sorry, it's just new to me again" I sighed.

" I know" he leaned closer and placed a kiss on my forehead. "And after that maybe you should do some shopping because I wanna bring you somewhere else tomorrow too" he added.

"And why do I need new clothes for that? " I frowned my brows.

"Because I forgot to mention it earlier to bring something nicer" he laughed and made me giggle too.

"Are we going on a date, Dolan?"

"I realized I've never brought you on a proper date and.."

"..and your mom probably made a comment about it" I finished his sentence with a laugh.

"Maybe" he smiled. Our relationship is probably not going like everyone else's. We never really went to dates, never labeled our relationship or anything because we are afraid of the future. We just let our feelings to control. I mean it is worked, but maybe that's why it's surprised me that he wanna introduce me to his mom and even bring me on a date too. I didn't expected it and it came really suddenly. " Jacuzzi?" he asked.

"I already took a bath."

" And? Please" he asked again with a light smile and of course who am I to say no to this man?

After both of us went to the bedroom I closed myself to the bathroom with my swimsuit and I was not even surprised that when I ended up being ready, he was already downstares in the jacuzzi. Instead of the white bikini that I wore today I picked a red one piece, that I wore before already on the boy's pool party thingy. Well on that day I had no clue that one day I am gonna end up in Jersey with him.

Grayson watched me with a light smile as I threw my hoodie to the chair and I went slowly closer to the jacuzzi to join him. I sat down in front of him. Because of the steam I only saw his face faintly, but I felt his touch under the water on the back of my knee and he pulled me to sat on his lap.

"I love this on you " he looked down to my chest and then up to my eyes again.

" I know" I replied with a confident smile. As a light smile spread on his face his lips caught my attention. They looked so soft and pink.

" I don't wanna force anything.." he started to talk but I still concentrated to his lips and I started to place small kisses on it and I basically didn't let him to continue his sentence. " Babe, I'm trying to talk please " he mumbled between my kisses, but I just smiled and kept press soft kisses on his lips, chin, cheeks then lips again when he started to talk because his lips were so sweet and kissable.

"Hey" I pouted when he sat down from his lap to in front of him where I set before.

"Angel, for real."

I already knew from the way his words sounded that it is something serious. I really needed to be in the mood for deep talks. I am not good at it, it's always hard for me to talk about my feelings still and I felt like it's started to be too much for this day since they came back. I kind of enjoyed that not labeled thing between us, but I knew at this point he wants more.

" I just want you to be mine, like officially my girlfriend. My plan was that I'm gonna ask you tomorrow on the "date", but I can't wait more "

I sighed. I saw that he was tense and of course hearing his words I was too. As I looked at him all I felt for him is pure love and all I wanted is to be in his arms without saying anything to him about what he said.

"Gray, I.."

" You know how important you are to me right? Even the thought kills me that you are with someone else. I can't do this anymore. I wanna talk about you, about having a so beautiful and cool girl in my life" he said. I bit my lips while listened to his words. He said so amazing things to me, it's almost felt like some kind of dream what I just watch from the outside and I am not even a part of it.

"It's july. That means only five months left. Grayson, in december I am gonna be hundreds and thousand of miles away " I said and a little I broke my own heart too when I said these things out loud. He just shook his head and looked away from me like it's hurt him hearing it. "We don't know what's gonna happen and I don't wanna hold you back when I leave."

"How could you hold me back?" he snapped. His lips were pressed in a thin line while he looked back at me agan, deep into my eyes.

"I don't want you to be faithful to me, while we barely even gonna see each other, and you could find someone who could make you a lot happier, someone who at least leaves in the same country with you" I replied quietly. It hurted to say out loud these things, and the picture in my head even hurt more, where I saw him with someone else being happy, while I am at home being sad. Without him.

"Bullshit. Just say that you would be happier with someone else at home who is closer to you, but don't say that you hold me back, don't turn this on me. I see things different, if I understand you well."

"Oh yeah, I am probably fancying a boy at home so much, if I was not able to find one there in twenty two years " I rolled my eyes. I didn't even sew the picture that I find someone at home, who makes me feel at least half the same way as Grayson does. I probably put up my standards with him so high that no one ever gonna reach that.

A awkward silence followed this conversation. These sentences hurt both of us. It's easier to just ignore the future in the everydays and concentrate to the moment, act like we can stop the time and not stress.

Exactly that's why I learnt to appreciate every single moment and minute and I didn't wanted this whole thing between me and Grayson to take any longer. I just moved closer to him without saying anything, sat down back to his lap where I was ten minutes ago and crossed my arms around his neck to hug him tightly. As soon as we touched I felt how the tension fading. He crossed his arms around my waist to pull me even closer to his body and after he placed a kiss on my neck I hid my face to his neck and tried to enjoy that I can still be there, in his arms.

" I didn't say those things because I don't wanna be your girlfriend. I just don't want this to hurt even more, when I leave" I mumbled to his skin.

" I know" he whispered and he moved his hands up and down on my back, that sent me shivers, like always, all over my body. "Just please don't push me away."

I closed my eyes and in that moment, I let myself to be weak. There was a knot in my throat the whole time, but these words from him pushed me to the point where I felt how a salty teardrop run down on my cheek. First I hoped there's not gonna be more and he doesn't even gonna notice it, but when a lot more followed that one and I quietly sniffed, Grayson pulled away enough to look at my face. When he saw that I am actually crying his gaze softened and lifted his hand to wipe of the tears from my cheeks.

"Hey, It's okay. We are gonna figure it out, but please don't cry because seeing you like this breaks my heart" he mumbled and looked deep into my eyes. His eyes were a little unclear in front of me because of my tears, but I just nodded to his words and tried to take big and deep breaths to calm myself down. It is really scared me how deep is my love for Grayson and I almost felt like it was too much to handle and came out in tear forms. I never thought that one day i'm gonna love someone as much, as I loved him.

" Can we go up? " I asked. My voice cracked for a moment and I hated how I showed to him that I was still not okay. That's why I wanted to stand up from his lap fast, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back. He placed his hands on my face, leaned closer and pressed his soft lips on mine. First he just placed a long kiss on my lips, but as soon as I parted my lips to show him I want more he deepened it. His kiss was soft and affectionate, but intensive enough to feel how my body slowly gave in to the kiss and the tension started to fade again, like a few minutes ago when I hugged him. I took a big sigh, run my hand through his hair when I fully added myself to the kiss and fully switched off my mind because of our passionate kiss. In that moment it doesn't matter where we were, how long we are gonna stay there and what's gonna happen in the future. All what mattered was us.

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Convince Me To Go {7}

AU Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Slow Burn

Words: 3.9k

Summary: When we run away, we’re usually running from something. This time you may have run toward it instead.

Note: Welp. 🤷🏾‍♀️  I hope you enjoy this.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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This was not what you were expecting. You honestly didn’t know what you expected really. Four walls yes. Something masculine yes. Something disorganized maybe. Something dark possibly. What was before you was not what you expected. It was masculine and bathed in cool colors such as navy blues, greys, some white here or there and even black, but it wasn’t dark, it felt airy and comfortable. It was also quite organized. 

As you looked around everything was in place or a place that it looked to belong. It was a wide-open space that was separated enough to leave designated spaces for a kitchen, dining space, living room, another space that looked to be a lounge of some sort and another room that was down a few steps that had a wide table in the middle and several papers on top and other items that looked like they were precariously laying around.

 “Everything okay?” You jumped hearing his voice behind you.

 “I’m sorry, I thought you heard me come up.”

 “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t—everything’s fine. Nice place.”

 “Is that your honest opinion? I know it may not be what you’re used to.”

 “What am I used to?”

 “Waldorf, Crown Plaza, elaborate penthouses.”

 You sighed and walked away from him while continuing to look around at the different items. You saw more than a few boxes lying around and wondered if they were moving in boxes or moving out boxes.

 “What makes you think this?” He didn’t answer when you turned he was giving you the once over.

 “Ah, my clothes. You know not everyone who dresses well is wealthy right.”

He shrugged then walked further inside as he peeled off his jacket. “Can I take yours?”

 “Thank you.” For the first time that night, you took off your jacket and handed it to him. As he took it he looked over your body and gave a small smile. As he hung your coats you walked to the window and glanced down to the street. it was close to sunrise, you could tell.

 “Are you wealthy?”

 “I do well enough for myself,” you responded. Again, he nodded.

 “Okay. So, a shower. How does that sound?”

 “Like heaven.” He smiled and disappeared around a corner to what you assumed was the bedroom.

 You saw a few pictures on a shelf and walked to it to be nosey. One was him with two other women and a man who all shared a resemblance to him. siblings, you guessed then moved on to another picture of him and an older woman who had a kind face and surmised it was probably his mother. You continued to scan the contents of the shelf and found yourself smiling at what was there. From the titles of the books, you concluded he was definitely an intelligent man who would be able to hold a conversation about more than sports which was an attractive thing. 

You saw a picture of him and another woman who looked to be his age, her hair was brown with dirty blonde highlights. Somehow she looked familiar but you couldn’t place her and knew the likelihood of her being familiar was impossible, so you shook it off. She gave off a prissy aura, one that said she took herself very seriously. They were standing close to each other, but his arm wasn’t around her in any way. It looked like a rehearsed picture, one that he didn’t look to be feeling.

 “All right, it’s all ready for you. I got you a clean towel and a bottle of bath wash, and this.” He held up a loofah and your eyes widened. “I had to dig in the deepest, depths of Christmas past to find this.” You smiled and approached him.

 “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He nodded as you took the items, your hands touched in the process and your movements from then slowed.

 “Uh, so the bathroom is right around there, can’t miss it.” He pointed to it. you nodded and walked to where he pointed then stopped before you went around the corner.

 “Thank you white prince Evans.” He smiled and nodded then you walked away.

 The scents in the hall were masculine and got stronger when you opened the bathroom door. As you stepped in and glanced around you noticed it was clean and felt relieved. Most men were messy, disgusting creatures but he looked to be the opposite. You could have guessed that from the way he was groomed. His beard and mustache were perfectly clipped, and his eyebrows were also neatly bushy. He took pride in his appearance, but it also looked like he took pride in the appearance of his house.

 As you undressed you had to fight the urge to open the medicine cabinet and snoop. You wanted to know more but you also didn’t want to pry or invade his privacy. So, you fought the urge—hard. The first feel of the hot water on your skin was heaven. You must have stood there without moving for ten minutes. It felt too good to move so you just stayed there. When you turned you saw his products and that was where you couldn’t stop yourself from snooping. You read and opened bottles then sniffed to your heart’s content. Everything smelled so good. You decided on the one that smelled like Hawaii and a waterfall in the middle of a pine tree-filled forest. It smelled like him.

 As you lathered, scrubbed and rubbed trying to wash the last several hours of dirt, grime, stress, worry and every emotion you’d felt since you hopped on a bus to flee home. It was then you thought about everything. You knew your parents had probably put out a missing person’s alert and everyone was probably trying everything to reach you. You were running out of time. Time was always against you from the beginning.

 You took up his shampoo and began washing your hair, normally you were very picky about what went in your hair but right now you were a beggar and you couldn’t very well be choosey. You got lost in the smells, the feel of the hot water and the richness of the lather against your skin and with it lost track of how long you were in there.

 After you tidied up behind yourself and wrapped yourself in the towel, you walked out and back down the hall you came down. The smell of pizza filled your nostrils and you moaned. When you rounded the corner, his back was turned in the kitchen. You leaned against the wall and just admired the broadness of his shoulders and the way his shirt sucked on him. he was easily six feet at least, an attractive six feet. He must have felt you there because he spun around but didn’t speak. He looked stunned silent. You started to feel self-conscious and gave yourself a once over.

 “Uh—I know, a lot different. Not nearly as put together as earlier in the night, I know.” You walked closer as you spoke until you were behind the island counter with him on the other side.

 “It’s—me no filters, or makeup.”

 “At the risk of sound like a really huge sleaze,” he began and looked at you waiting for permission to continue. You nodded giving it to him. “You are a very—incredibly beautiful woman.” You didn’t miss the way his voice dropped an octave or two. It made you bite your bottom lip and take a deep breath. “You need no filters or makeup.”

 You smiled small at first, but it spread to the size of Texas in no time. You felt like a Disney princess after her prince had just told her she was the prettiest in all the land. It was disgusting how the butterflies flit around your belly.

 “Safe for me to grab a shower?” You nodded as he rounded the island.

 “I actually found you some clothes if you want to wear something other than the towel.” He walked to the couch and held up the neatly folded stack. You took it and thanked him before he walked off to the bathroom. “Make yourself at home.”

 The items he gave you were matching plaid pajamas. The top alone looked like you could wear it as a dress. When you were sure he wouldn’t come back out you put the items on. They were warm and smelled like him which made you snuggle in them. You walked around and made your way down the three steps to look at the papers on the table. They were architectural plans for some building. It looked sleek and modern in design. As you rummaged through the sketches you found yourself smiling at all the plans you saw. He was good.

 You looked around the workspace and saw things a contractor would have, plans, sketches, binders and books of vendors, design, and more. From everything you saw, you felt his passion for his career and knew he could bridge the two with the right vision. You tried not to think about how easy it would be for you to fit into the mix with your real estate experience. Thoughts like that were crazy and dangerous.

 The smells from the kitchen caught your attention again and you went to check what smelled so good and found two pizzas in the oven that looked just about done. As you took them out and placed them on top of the island you rummaged through the drawers hoping to find a knife of something to cut the pizza. You then looked through the cupboards and found popcorn and wine in the fridge. A smile spread across your face. this was a Sunday night for you, pizza, popcorn, and wine.

 After another five or so minutes you looked up and saw him walk closer with sweatpants bottoms sitting low on his hips and nothing else. For the first time, you took notice of how perfect his body was. He was built to be naked. You bit your bottom lip while your eyes slowly took in every inch of him. who knew he hid all of that underneath that wool coat.

 “Hungry?”

 “God yes.” You sounded anxious as fuck. You were well aware. When you looked at his face he was smiling. You cleared your throat and looked away just as the microwave went off. You walked to it thankful for the distraction.

 “I see you made yourself at home.”

 “You did tell me to.” You dumped the final bag into a bowl and turned to him.

 “Interesting combination you have here.”

 “I promise you won’t regret it.” He smiled and took one of the treys of pizza and walked to the living room and put it on the wooden coffee table before he came back for the other. You walked with him carrying the other items. You dropped into the small sectional couch and groaned. He sat slowly while winching. You felt bad for him. You stood again and walked to the bag of dressing the hospital provided then came back to him.

 “Will you let me help?” He nodded then sank in the cushions, so he was a little slouched. You dropped to your knees between his legs and prepared the gauze and antiseptic spray provided. While you read the back, you felt his eyes on you.

 “This may sting—a lot, there is alcohol in it.” Peeping up to him you noticed the beer bottle in his hand. You didn’t realize he’d gotten the pack of beer.

 “Do your worst fancy, I’m at your mercy.” He took a swig of beer and dropped his head back onto the cushion and waited. Once you wet the gauze you arched onto your knees and moved closer to him. your hand hovered over the wound; you didn’t want to hurt him. Seeing you didn’t have a choice you pressed the soaked material to the wound.

 “Fuck me!” his pain was evident, all the color drained from his face and as he held his breath his neck and chest turned a bright tomato red shade.

 “I’m so sorry, ten more seconds so it really seeps in there.” He groaned louder and squeezed the beer bottle tightly, so tightly his knuckles turned damn near paperwhite. You also noticed through his duress the veins in his arms bulged as did his muscles, he looked incredibly ripped.

 “Fuck!” His shout shook you back to reality and you pulled the gauze back then instinctively bent to the wound and blew on it. You didn’t realize you were touching his thighs using them to keep yourself propped up. you blew for a long while then peered up to him.

 “How is that? Better?” his eyes were glued to yours and the color was slowly returning to him. the way he looked at you made the hairs on your arms stand up and those damn butterflies return.

 Slowly he nodded his head. You pulled back and cleared your throat and prepared the ointment.

 “I feel so bad.”

 Groaning he took a few breaths. “Why?” His voice was strained, pained.

 “First you got a split brow and cheek saving me in that alley, then you got stabbed trying to protect me. You were probably better off never having met me. I may be more trouble than I’m worth.” You pouted.

 He studied you and thought you were the cutest thing. He also thought you were being too hard on yourself. He never had the thought through this whole ordeal that he wished he’d never met you. He actually came close to thinking the opposite.

 “I don’t think you’re trouble.”

 “You don’t know me,” you added as you came closer again and began gently applying the paste-like ointment to his wound. The first touch of your hand made him flinch, not from pain or anxious energy for the pain he was expecting. He flinched at the sudden electrical shock he got, a shock only he felt apparently. He acknowledged as you focused on his side that your hands felt good on his skin.

 “Eh, I think I know you well enough by now.”

 “Oh yeah. Please do tell white prince Evans.” He took a longer gulp of his beer then sighed out.

 “You’re the kind of woman who always does what she’s told, always does what’s expected of you. You would rather do it than risk disappointing your parents. Even though you dream of being brave enough to do just that but can’t because your family means a lot to you, it’s all you think you have but you’re wrong. You have so much more. You even offer more than beauty though that is all you think you have.”

 You were speechless. He’d just read you pretty accurately. Your mouth was dry. Pulling your hand away from his skin you wiped the excess ointment off and took up the bandage.

 “Stand up for me.” With plenty of groaning and grimacing, he stood while you remained on your knees before him. You then wrapped the white bandage around his waist making sure to make it tight but not too tight. His eyes remained glued to your face never once taking them off you. You could feel it, but it didn’t make you self-conscious right now. It made you feel, but you couldn’t figure out just what you were feeling.

 “All done.”

 “Thank you.” Nodding you stood and dropped into the couch as he slowly sat back down.

 “I’m glad we met, I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight,” he softly admitted. You looked at him and smiled.

 “You have?”

 “Of course.”

 The two of you passed the time eating, watching tv and talking about everything and anything. He talked about architecture and why he chose it in college and talked about what growing up in Boston was like and so many stories that made you laugh. In turn, you told him about how you got into real estate, what you liked about New York and a little of how you grew up. you didn’t want to tell him too much, so you kept it very minimal.

 After the pizza was long gone, as was the bottle of wine the two of you were now on the second six-pack of beer and completely enthralled in conversation not caring that the sun was beginning to peek from behind the clouds.

 “So I have to ask now. After all that, why are you still single?” Your smile fell and you looked down. Raising the bottle to your head you took a few gulps.

 “After all what?”

 “You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re not as mean as you first come off, you’re beautiful that’s not hard to see, and you know how to have fun. So why?”

 “what if I told you me knowing how to have fun is new—like tonight new?”

 “Bullshit.” You smiled and shrugged.

 “No bullshit. I have always been pretty boring. I work, shop, things of that sort. Yeah the occasional club, and dinner and drinks but nothing out of the ordinary.

“So, what was tonight?”

 “I don’t know, me taking a stab at being another person. Someone who fits in better I guess.”

 “Don’t do that.”

 “Don’t do what?”

 “Try to fit in. don’t ever try to fit in. it’s so clear you were born to stand out.” Your heart skipped a beat. It was a line. It had to be a line you thought. But damn it was smooth. The line coupled with the way he was looking at you it could have been so easy to just melt.

 “Wow. Now I have to know. Why are you single? That line alone would have dropped a room full of panties.”

 He laughed loud and groaned holding his side. Apologetically you pouted.

 “First of all, I told you I’m picky. Second, it wasn’t a line. It was an observation.” You nodded.

 “Okay, so you’re picky. What do you like? Tell me your ideal woman.”

 He sighed and finished his bottle then took another. You finished yours also and he handed you a new one.

 “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

 “Deal,” you quickly answered.

 “Fine, uh—someone smart there is nothing more attractive than a woman with a brain and some intelligence. Someone funny, she has to be able to make me laugh no ifs ands or buts. Hmm, someone polite, I am a stickler for manners. Someone who tells it like it is. I hate liars and people who feel the need to censor themselves all the time. Also, someone who isn’t a poser, she has to be able to be her own individual and not follow the masses. Someone who knows who she is and won’t try to change for anyone or try to change me. Someone who is passionate in everything they do.”

 You sat there and just watched him talk. There was something beautiful about how he formed words, how his mouth shaped when he spoke. It was distracting. Through everything, he said none of it sounded like you.

 “You didn’t say a thing about looks.”

 “Looks don’t matter. If you look at my past girlfriends you wouldn’t be able to see a certain type. I don’t have a type. I follow vibes—feelings.”

 You nodded and drank from your bottle.

 “And you?” Sighing you groaned out and rubbed your forehead. You had no idea what your ideal man was. You thought you did but it’s funny what a few hours could change.

 “What’s the matter?”

 “I don’t know.”

 “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

 “It means I thought I knew what my ideal guy was like, I thought I had it all figured out but now—I don’t think I do.” He was quiet for a few moments.

 “Now?”

 You took another sip and chanced a look at him. “Yeah, now.” The two of you sat quietly drinking your beers and gazing at each other. It was as if you both had tons to say but neither of you dared to.

 “So, tell me what you thought it was.” Pulling your legs underneath you and hugging them you rested your chin on your knees then sighed.

 “Someone outgoing, someone ambitious, secure in life, strong-minded you know the people who can hold their shit together and yours too, someone simple easy to handle and please, someone who had a plan and always executed, someone who was adaptable, conscientious, a good provider I guess.” As you listed the traits you knew it sounded stupid.

 “Were you looking for a boyfriend or a business partner?”

 You didn’t answer. He had a point it all sounded so stiff.

 “It just sounded very practical, and—clinical.”

 “What’s wrong with practical? Practical is secure.”

 “Practical is boring,” he blurted.

 “Well, I told you I was boring.”

 “Plus, life and love are not practical because neither of those things are singular, it’s multi-faceted. There are so many layers to life and love. Relationships cannot be practical. Maybe for you to figure out what you want is to embrace impracticalness, embrace and go with it. you’ve gone with what is expected of you for so long I bet you don’t even know how to be impractical, impulsive.

 “I hoped on the first bus I found without knowing the destination. That screams impulsive.”

 “It was impulsive. How many times on the bus did you have a panic attack thinking you shouldn’t do it?”

 You smirked and drank your beer. “My point exactly. Embrace the impracticality of life and love.”

 You thought about his words and you really wanted to, but the word “but” was ringing in your head. He was staring at you as if he were waiting for you to either say something or do something. You bit your bottom lip and his eyes fell to your mouth. You looked away from him and groaned. You finished your beer and stood.

 “Should probably clean all this up.” Before you turned he grabbed your hand and held it. looking at it you moved to look at him. He lowered his beer bottle from his mouth and put it down.

 “Come ’er.” You turned then stepped between his spread legs. When you did he put his free hand on your waist.

 “What’re you doing?”

 “Something impractical and impulsive,” he responded.

 Your heart was racing so fast you swore he could hear it. You bit your bottom lip but didn’t move, his hands traveled to the buttons of the shirt you wore and slowly began unbuttoning them. With each passing second, your nerves rose. This was something you wanted. You probably shouldn’t but you wanted him. when he’d reached halfway he dropped his hands. He was giving you time to make the final decision. He sat there patiently without an ounce of urgency in his expression. His eyes were another story they said everything. In them, you saw how much he wanted you, saw how much turned on he was, the intensity behind those lagoon blue eyes made the decision not much of a decision at all. This was probably where the entire night was leading.

 After almost a minute you raised your hands and finished undoing the buttons on the shirt, then you shrugged it off. His eyes stayed on yours for a few seconds longer then they dipped to take in our exposed breasts. He tipped his tongue out and slowly darted them across his lips. He hooked his pointer in the waistband of the pants and pulled you closer. You sat on him, straddling his thighs.

 “Tell me what want, fancy,” his voice was low, deep and sexy as hell.

 “You.”

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