#we also had sewing classes (for the girls ofc)

[am3ricanj3sus]

4/26

song of the day:

today wasn’t so bad y’all. I actually found it pretty nice. I talked to js about all my friends and found out so many things.

today there was like a fight in the locker room and I was like omg…. I didn’t know the girls involved personally but there was like pepper spray and stuff involved. it was crazy. anyways. I learned how to officially use a sewing machine!!!! I tend to forget about the presser foot sometimes and I think that’s what messes me up the most. in second period we had a sub and he was kinda mean. he was chill mostly but like js another white man. he kinda looks like the guy for terminator. but the best was lunch tbh. my dad brought me chinese food from one of my fav places and I was so happy. I shared with my friends and we talked shit. in third it was basically the same thing. talking shit and eating. and I love my friends in that class and we feel really close at times but then their other friends come in and they up and leave and i’m js there like :( I don’t really care ik that there closer with them but they js leave. it’s whatever though. this time they included me in the convo!!! in fourth we had a sub too and she’s pretty chill cause she’s older. I only made like 4 plates this week when I was supposed to make 6 sooo erm. i’m js so tired of that class. like I love it it’s fun but I don’t have friends so it’s boring. anyways me and my mom were supposed to go to the school musical tonight but she got sick so we couldn’t. it’s whatever though cause we’re going tmrw night.

anyways. I watched millers girl and it really got me thinking. like ofc it’s bad if an older man takes advantage of a young girl. but I would never actually get with my tc. like that’s all pure fantasy. and I think people misunderstand that about having tcs. like most will never do anything about it since their tcs have like family’s and wife’s. mines pretty young so he hasn’t settled down and there’s that little hope of “oh i have a chance” but also like… girl wtf. like I said. it’s all a fantasy. but speaking of mr c. I only saw him once today wtf. and I didn’t even see him fully!!! he was coming out of the staff bathroom and looked my way (I was being loud asf) and I was talking to my friend about it like. i’m almost done with school. I graduate in a year. it’s whatever if I have a crush on him. it’s not like i’m gonna act on it. there’s times I wish I would but ik I shouldn’t and won’t.

anyways that other guy I had a crush on. man he’s being a bitch. he’s my friend and I love him. but he got a gf YESTERDAY and he’s like ignoring our friends. he’s been acting weird all day but jeez. and the girl he’s dating is nice. like i’ve had classes with her she’s chill. but he’s being like weird. I miss him. ik that he’s better mentally now more than ever. but I miss who he was before he lost his old friends and started dating her. but alas, there’s not much I can do.

now, i’ve had a crush on this guy, i’ll call him coco, since october. I don’t even know how it happened. I had 2 classes with him last semester and I didn’t even notice him till after fall break. he came to school with this hair cut and I was like omg… and I started to develop a crush on him before break. like the week leading up to it. I remember during a kahoot for history he took my spot at the top of the board and I went “who tf is coco?!?” (like the one tiktok but his real name yk) and my friend was like “that one in the corner” and I was like oh okay…;). and it kinda js took off from there. I spent 3 months like just crushing on him like crazy. I would answer questions and try and be funny out loud so that he would see me. but it has not worked. and i’m scared to talk to him. he’s like kinda weird tbh. but that’s for another time. I was scared since I didn’t have any classes with him for second semester but also glad since i could get over my crush. then the first day of the semester came. and I didn’t have a second period. so I talked to my councilor and she’s like oh let’s put u in second period english. i’m like yayaya cause it’s with a teacher I love. so I walk into class and i’m smiling and then boom. he’s right there. wtf bro bro. it was cool though cause all my friends are in that class too. my crush for him is still there but it’s slowing going away. I think everything he’s said about anything has just made me want to throw up. but he’s so pretty. like ugh. he doesn’t smile all the often and ugh. he’s so cute when he does. there’s this pic of his freshman year where he is trying to smile with his teeth but he’s like forcing it so he js looks goofy. I love it though he’s so cute like:(((((( but im never gonna tell him. i’d rather die actually. which it why i’m gonna go to bed.

#Spotify

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 425, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1265

“Hello, you must be Katie’s mother,” greeted a woman with a kind face when I entered the conference room at Saint Micheals for Katie’s do over IEP meeting. “My name is Niome Wyns and I am Katie’s new IEP coordinator.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” I greeted her, reaching out to shake her hand, which was missing her middle and ring finger. “My husband is out parking the car, he and Baby Tommy will join us in a bit.”

“Do correct me if I’m wrong, but Katie was just telling me about her little sister called ‘little girl’,” she told me, her tone telling me that she wasn’t sure if she was a real person or part of Katie’s imagination.

I smiled as I flipped to the photo album on my cell phone, pulling up a picture of Katie squeezing the bubbling two year old tight to her chest, happy smiles on both girls’ faces.

“Her name is Vanessa Rose, but we all affectionately call her little girl,” I explained. “I was a surrogate for her daddies, and was calling her little girl when I met my soulmate, now husband, at twenty six weeks pregnant. Peter is her godfather and her favorite person in the whole wide world.”

“She looks so precious,” she hummed, looking up as Principal Mayers limped into the room, guiding Katie’s math and extracellular teachers. The way Saint Michael’s classes were set up was much like a mixture of high school and college classes- each student was enrolled in eight classes- four mandatory classes like reading and math and four extracellular classes like theater and chemistry. Elizabeth’s extracellular classes were music, sewing, veterinarian studies and social media management while Katie was enrolled in Chinese calligraphy, Mandrene Chinese, Norse history and music. On Mondays and Wednesdays, students would have two or three classes, Tuesdays and Thursdays three or four classes and Friday was study hall. Unlike most other school’s Saint Michaels held a strong emphasis on getting their enrolled students ready for the real world, including classes on filing taxes, starting up a small business and prep for job searches and interviews.

“How old is little girl?” Niome asked me as everyone was settling in.

“She is two years old,” I answered her, looking up as my husband entered the room just then, cradling our son to his chest as he greeted everyone before taking a seat. “Hihi my love.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled, pressing a whiskery kiss to my temple before opening his arms to accept a hug from Katie.

“Hihi daddy, hihi Baby Tommy!” she chirped before settling herself in his lap.

“I can see that Katie loves and trusts you both,” Niome smiled, jotting something down in her notebook. “Now, Mrs. Ratajczyk, you say that Katie was recently diagnosed with Dyscalculia. Do you happen to have the paperwork from her doctor?”

“Right here!” I reached into my backpack and pulled out the thick file that I had collected for Katie’s psychiatrist. I shuffled through the papers, clipped together with sticky notes saying what everything was. I quickly found what I was looking for and pulled it out to hand to Niome Wyns to look over.

“Ah, okay,” she hummed. “Should I make a copy for myself?”

“No, this entire file folder right here is your own personal copy,” I told her. “I also uploaded everything to Katie’s online portal a few weeks ago.”

“Ah, perfect!” Niome Wyns hummed, sticking everything into a hot pink organization folder. “You are very on top of things!”

“I try,” I shrugged. “Now, Katie’s math teacher, what have you been doing to help Katie?”

“I give her the homework with slightly larger font work and I also created a little corner for her to go and work on her stuff if she needs more time,” he began in a nervous voice. “She’s also more than welcomed to come in at lunchtimes and receive hands on tutoring from the math club I head. I also allow her to use real world math, which is applying math to real world scenarios. She’s been doing pretty well in geometry, where she’s been applying her learnings to sewing and basic pattern draftings.”

“Good for you, Katie!” I praised her, giving her a hug.

“Thank you mommy,” she meeped, turning to her Chinese calligraphy teacher, who was now up to bat.

“Miss Katie is such a delightful student,” hummed the older Chinese woman. “Her penmanship is neat and tidy to read, and she’s always ready with questions on how to better herself. She just has a bit of trouble reading some fonts, which I manifest for by transcribing the text and printing it out for her to read.”

As I listened to the other teachers discussing what a delight Katie was in class and how they accommodated her and her special needs, I found myself happily buzzing at the strong support system that Katie had built up for school.

“Okay, that should do it for now!” Principal Mayers announced after looking at the clock. “Meeting dismissed!”

“Alright now Katie,” I told her as I stood and walked her to the door. “Go, learn and fun, and dazzle the world with your magnificent sunbeams, you. I’m going to the doctor with Isabelle to get an idea on why she gets frequent headaches, okay?”

“Oh, Mary Claire? I’m sorry, but do you have a minute before you go?” Principal Mayers called out to me. “The school district had implemented a new rule that states that lunches and snacks brought from home are prohibited. All food must be purchased from the cafeteria.”

“Was this a flyer that was sent home?” I frowned, wracking my memory for a sight of this new rule.

“Yes it was,” she told me. “Now I do not agree with the reasoning behind it- apparently, the kids who don’t have someone to make them a pre packed lunch feel left out and jealous of the kids that have someone who makes them a meal every day.”

“Well, that’s not fair!” I huffed out. “Oh Katie, can you please have Elizabeth take a picture of lunch? I need to see what all’s being served!”

“The kids get a menu for the week in homeroom, here’s this week’s menu,” Principal Mayers handed me a piece of paper. “Lunch is twenty dollars a day, extra milk, chips, dessert, etc. are five dollars each.”

“Katie, wait.” Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, where he extracted some bills and handed them to Katie. “For you and Bitty now, yeah?”

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[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Glee Rewatch: Acafellas

Oof this ep. Happy to skip all the Will stuff... Honestly, for teen shows, I hate when so much time is spent on the adults? Like, if I wanted that, I’d watch a drama about adults? This is a high school show? We care about the kids? They should be focus. Imagine the show with like... even half the amount of Will plot. More time on the New Directions... would be so much better. Maybe Matt would get a line lol

This outfit will always kill me. Kurt babe, no.

And tbh... Rachel has a point? Legit every ND performance, their choreo is just... not the best? Esp compared to VA. I’ll discuss more later but... they could use some help with the dancing. And once they have more members, they can try something more interesting than standing in a line or walking in circles and jumping.

Anyway...

Aww Kurtcedes!! Notice Kurt not only has hairspray, but also extra clothes in his locker. Prob bc of dumpsters/slushies. Yikes.

And poor Mercedes, all lonely. Does make me wonder about her life before. She has church choir friends and she didn’t seem super unpopular until glee club? Who did she hang with??

And the crush... Like she is sus at first, but Quinn and Santana ofc try to sway her. And I get it, Kurt is the first guy to be sweet to her and they def have fun together. And you know what, kudos for Mercedes for looking past stereotypes and giving it a chance. Bc yah, writers def put a lot of stereotypes into Kurt...

I wonder if he was just making a joke or if he actually practiced kissing his elbow lol. And notice, he’s much more comfortable being close with Mercedes, linking arms. So sweet.

Ah, the Lincoln Navigator. I do wonder how into cars Kurt was... we deserved more mechanic!Kurt (esp since we know he worked in the shop)

First mention of his dad. He’s all set up as prob being anti-gay. I wonder about Burt’s intentions. We see in 2009 how he threatened to take away Kurt’s sewing machine. They aren’t v close yet, so when it comes to laying down the law Burt is kinda flying blind. And part of this is his discomfort with Kurt being fem, but I’m sure part of it is his dad worrying. He doesn’t want his son to have a hard life.

And aw, Mercedes thinking she’s asking out Kurt while he’s just happy to have a friend to watch Liza Minelli with. Oof.

I also love how many VA performances we see and still no Jessie. He was just... away for the first semester. Or something.

So we had the ‘Gay-vention’ bc Kurt is ‘lady fabulous’ oof. 

And he wore a corset to class? And we don’t see this?? Rude.

And the iconic. Kurt is just so relaxed and happy and then Mercedes drops the bomb and Kurt is just. Shook. He just wanted a friend. He’s def not ready to come out, but he thought it was pretty clear without him having to actually say it. 

He says he made it obvious that he liked someone else? But his crush on Finn doesn’t seem v overt yet? Maybe he was more open around Mercedes? Or maybe it was just bc they needed the setup for him to say Rachel?

Either way, poor Kurt gets his windows busted, but he also witnesses the amazing performance. Def one of the best from s1

Him crying int he background, aww poor guy. He loves his car.

Ah, misfits banding together. The lesson we’ll learn every ep this season lol. 

Dakota is a jerk but omg his lines

“Artie you’re cut, you’re not trying hard enough” “At what?” “At walking”

Well, at least he knows Artie’s name??

“Stay away from aerosol cans cuz you could burst into flames at any second” omg poor Kurt. Glad he joins the walkout bc he’s not down for this bs.

Kurt says he has a tiara collection and we never see it. See, we keep getting told that Kurt dresses ‘like a girl’ but never really see it? He plays with gender, sure, but his style is always more masc leaning. Just not ‘typical’ masc so ppl find it weird. Ugh.

Also, his locker. Having guys abs... yeah, not exactly hiding lol. And the quote says “I would never ever have had the confidence to be in a school play” and excuse while I overthink.

I tried googling and don’t think it’s from anything specific? If someone knows, pls let me know. Also, just makes me even more sad he never got to properly star in... any play? We had a bit in Rocky Horror and he was great as Riff Raff but just... I’ll go into it s3 but damn it bugs me.

Anyway, shows how great Kurtcedes is bc she immediately goes to apologize, he trusts her enough to come out... like this is Glee, it could easily have been dragged out, but they settle it here in this sweet scene...

And that hesitation, the little choke on the word, this is definitely he’s said the words out loud and my heart cannot take it. I love that he gets this, he gets to come out. Everyone assumed his sexuality, but he gets this moment with Mercedes where she was ready to accept his crush on Rachel but he takes the step to open up and come out and I just love that.

And interesting how we get this and then the coming out to his dad, but not to everyone else? Maybe after Preggers he just accepts the comments? Doesn’t deny it? Bc ppl all assume he’s gay anyway.

And that also makes it so much harder bc he’s not ‘straight passing’ so even when he’s closeted everyone keeps bullying him for something he was barely able to admit to himself.

And Chris Colfer has talked about this, how after Preggers the media all just assumed he was gay too and he couldn’t really control his coming out and that breaks my heart and I could have a whole rant about media but.... not the time.

So ya, it sucks that Kurt didn’t have as much control, I’ll discuss more in Preggers tho.

#glee rewatch #glee #Kurt Hummel #Glee Season 1 #glee acafellas

[janiedean]

your villain origin story had a hate for ned and most of the stark brothers and thought sansa was the least loved stark and atuff. i remember because i used to stan sansa and her meta would keep cropping up but everytime there was so much shit about how ned preferred arya not sansa etc, even fics about that. when ???? and idek where the brothers preferring arya came over lol, if anything the reason arya and jon were so close was that they both felt like outcasts. sansa was the ideal daughter, if ned worried about arya more it was because she reminded him of lyanna and we all know what happened with her. asoiaf's world is not the best for women and but even in the upper classes if women weren't traditionally pretty + feminine they would likely NOT have a good life (some northern houses excluded), ofc he worried about her?? but i don't see how you can get "neglectful father" from that lol, not to mention all of sansa's positive memories with bran and robb. (i think they also got mad that ned didn't want sansa to witness beheadings and punishments when he let bran witness it lmfao like maybe consider the world of the books?????)

i mean write what you want and all, but her crowd had it in their heads that sansa was the misunderstood, less-loved, underdog protagonist of the books which... was not the case lol. it was projecting 21st century fandom politics onto sansa when in the world of the books sansa definitely had an upper hand before everything went to shit because she was a beautiful aristocrat who was good at her courtesies and singing and sewing and knowing what to say and all the who's who, the ideal daughter/lady. it's after she becomes a political prisoner and her worldview is shaken at the end of book 1 that she becomes an "underdog" with 0 privilege.

I mean.... yes that was pretty much her schtick but again she was like AH I READ THE BOOKS EXTREMELY ATTENTIVELY and she hadn't for shit bc again I only read the 'raised as a sexual object' meta other than that complete amount of crap that was the robb is a dick one which makes me suspect was the first time someone told her her analysis was bullshit bc she was pretty virulent when telling me I didn't understand my favorite character lmfao but like... that's what stayed in 80% of showsansa fandom atm and I wish like hell it wasn't because it looks like they all like sansa for being cerseilite when the entire point is that she's all the contrary lmao

but like the arya villification + ned/cat villainizing when like you can argue they weren't perfect but not that they didn't... love... their children plus absolutely not understanding the basic point that what will make the starks thrive at the end is that they actually do love each other and have the kind of bond that will get them to survive the shit they got even when their parents + robb are dead and died in that shit way and not that they backstab each other which dnd didn't get but the moment you open the books it's p damned obvious so honestly I think she basically went and decided sansa was the trope she's deconstructing and banked on the 'people hate feminine women' angle when like... yeah she got hate from fandom but in-verse she has the upper hand in comparison to arya as you say and feminine women in-verse automatically have an upper hand in society anyway bc if they don't perform we all see how it goes but anyway she completely interpreted stuff avoiding the context, the worldbuild and the circumstances the characters grew up in and minimizing things and not using the same standards of judgment which was wild but at the end of it I'm still sad that I couldn't manage to actually ask her for a cut of her favorite white boy t-shirt sales since she had to put them down a week after that shop opened *rolls eyes* and with this I mean that you can't criticize sansa because she was eleven-twelve when she did most wrong things she did WHICH I AGREE WITH but at the same time robb at fifteen is the worst for having thought with his dick when he had sex with jeyne which like.... okay he's not trained to be a king, his bff betrayed him, he thinks he caused the deaths of his brothers, has had canonically obvious instances of 'I HAVE TO PERFORM TO MY UTTERMOST BEST OR PEOPLE WILL THINK I'M WEAK' and repressed anger issues and he's fifteen or sixteen but he's thinking with his dick when he has sex with a girl who was being nice to him? like if sansa being a kid means it's explainable/understandable then robb is also fifteen which is not an adult where I come from but nah he was a dick X°DDD okay X°DDDDDDD and she did that with each single char never mind the indecent jon bashing when in the s6 finale he didn't say ACTUALLY MY SISTER SHOULD BE QUEEN which,,,,,, they elected him to fight the zombies and he's been doing that since S1 in which way sansa had more qualifications in an elective monarchy??? X°DDD just.... I'm really glad she seemingly isn't around much anymore because my friend those were takes we're all better off without

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #my villain origin story #anonymous #ask post #anti show sansa

[cindersandroses]

Digital Get Down, Chapter 4

AUTHORS: cindersandroses ( losille2000 and cinderella1181)

CHAPTERS: 4/?

PAIRING: Actor!Henry Cavill/ Plus-Size OFC

GENRE: Romance/Fluff/HUMOR

FIC SUMMARY: When SuperHank met OrcPrincessPeach on the World of Warcraft message boards, it was love at first raid. Now, almost a year later, they’re ready to take the next step and meet in person. Half a world away from each other, both decide to meet in Atlanta for DragonCon, since she was already going to be there for her work as a game designer at Blizzard… never mind that she is a devout nerd. They both have to face the fact that reality is very different from a digital world.

RATING: Mature

AUTHORS NOTES: Thank you all! We meant this romp to be short, but as we get into it, it seems to be growing. We hope you are all enjoying it!

Also on AO3!

Chapter 4

Henry sat on the bed, happily watching Opal as she meticulously pulled out garment after garment and hung them up in the closet. She hummed softly as she worked, every so often stopping to squint at the yards of fabric on this skirt or that, pulling at loose threads and muttering something about needing to steam press one of them. There was something so domestic about this, even though they were in a hotel room in an unfamiliar place and still--despite getting to know each other online—trying to figure each other out.

It amazed him how much being in person changed everything; the reality had settled in that they may have talked a lot about anything and everything, but that was far different than being in person and having the physical connection with someone. They both still had a lot to learn about each other and he planned on spending every possible minute with her doing just that. There was no doubt in his mind that this was right; the feeling of peace as he watched her move around the room was like nothing he’d ever experienced with another woman.

Opal finished with her last piece—a voluminous peachy pink ball gown skirt--and moved back to the foot of the bed to sit down beside him. She was close, but not touching him; he wondered at that and all the times he noticed the almost imperceptible flinch when he reached out to touch her. Of course, he understood she didn’t have the experience with the opposite sex he did, but the reaction made him wonder if she was scared of his touch for some other reason. 

Was she? Scared of him? He couldn’t imagine scaring someone, but he supposed he came on strong at times.  And in this situation, he was a believer of instituting a bit of aversion therapy in that he tried to insinuate himself in her space. He wasn’t going to let her run away; she herself had admitted to running on more than one occasion with others.

To that end, he did not let her sit too far away for long. He gathered her in his arms and pressed his lips to her forehead, right at her hairline, smelling the coconut shampoo in her hair. She was tense for a moment, then her body relaxed, moulding against him. He wanted to kiss her—really kiss her—but considering the reaction, he knew he had to wait.

“This is going to be an excellent weekend,” he murmured. Reassurance… for her and, honestly, for him.

She chuckled. “Says the guy who only has two costumes and like twenty-five geeky shirts. We’re not going to be able to go out much incognito.”

“You’d be surprised how a guy can blend in with the crowd,” he said. “Even me.”

Opal eyed him in suspicion. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“You know how busy these weekends are,” he said. “People don’t really stop to look unless you’re flashy and in an impressive cosplay. And I will have you know I walked around San Diego Comic Con with a Guy mask and a geek shirt and no one cared. Literally, not even Will when I took a photo with him.”

“Will?”

“Smith,” Henry said. “Deadshot? Suicide Squad?”

“I know who Will Smith is!” she scoffed and playfully smacked his arm. “By the way, I am happy that you agreed to do the steampunk one with me. I know Amber thought I was crazy when I had her make you the cloak.”

“I’m glad she did it. She really made all these costumes?” Henry asked.

Opal nodded and smiled. “She taught herself to sew when she was pre-transition. Her mom and dad wouldn’t buy her girl clothes, so she saved up money for an old sewing machine from the thrift shop and started making her own.”

Though he wasn’t Amber’s greatest fan—there were some things Opal had related to him he didn’t particularly agree with—he understood their relationship was long and deep and he could no sooner understand the bond they shared as friends of twenty years than Amber could understand the bond he and Opal shared.

“Oh.” He smiled. “Well, I’m glad she did all the sewing. I did make my Phantom mask and it’s pretty badass. It was like putting a computer together, all intricate moving parts with gears and such. I was so worried about it in my luggage, I carried it on the plane.”

“Can I see it?”

“Eventually. I want you to be surprised.”

“And did you remember the signet ring?”

He wiggled his pinky by way of showing off where he would wear the aforementioned ring. “Yes, it’s in my bag.”

Opal laughed. “Who the heck has a signet ring, anyway? It’s so impossibly crusty British upper class.”

“You said it was the sexiest thing on the Phantom!”

“Sure, on the Phantom,” Opal teased. “You, my good sir, don’t need a ring to be sexy.”

She reached out for him, as though to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down to her, but she awkwardly stopped herself mid-movement, hesitating, then resting her hands in her lap instead.

He reached out and took her hands into his, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull her closer yet. She craned her neck to look up at him. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“Stop apologizing,” he instructed. “You shouldn’t have to apologize for anything you want. I refuse to apologize for anything I want.”

Opal huffed. “I know. I’m just awkward.”

“You know you can touch me.” He smiled. “I will never tell you to not touch my hand or my arm or my neck or my— ”

“I get it,” she said, an edge of attitude in her tone. “Like I said, I’m awkward and I always feel like I should ask permission.”

He frowned. “Why?”

Opal looked up again, meeting his eyes for a long time without speaking. She wanted to say something, to divulge some important piece of information. He could see it on her face, but she shook it away and went another direction. “I just keep worrying that if I touch you, you’re going to be nothing more than an apparition.”

“You’re going to have to kill me to get rid of me at this point,” he admitted. “But seriously, Opal, Princess, you have my tacit permission to touch me wherever and whenever you want. If I don’t want to be touched, you’ll know. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said shakily.

She licked her lips and it took everything in his power to not devour her mouth in that moment. Maybe she wanted him to, with that reaction, but he wasn’t sure it was the right time. In fact, if he went that route, they weren’t going to be leaving the bedroom for some time, and he had already made appointments for them elsewhere.

Henry let go of her. “Good. Come on! We have a long day of pampering to get to at the spa.”

“Henry, you didn’t have to do that,” she said. “I would be perfectly happy just hanging out up here.”

“Nonsense, I wanted to. You’ll find that acts of service and gifts are one part of my love language.” He leaned in close to her ear, brushing his lips across her cheek, then the shell of her ear, before whispering, “As is physical touch.”

He delighted at the shiver that vibrated her body against his. As he moved away, he noted how her pupils had dilated in obvious lust. Never to be one to pass up the opportunity, he moved to the other and kissed that ear before purring again, “And trust me, Opal. I plan on touching you a lot.”

Opal shivered more violently, and only stopped when a moan escaped her plump lips. “Curse you and your sex on legs.”

Henry laughed and stood up, holding his hand out to her.  “Come on, Princess. We’re going to be late.”

“Heh,” she murmured, now breathless. “I suppose I never considered how disarming real-life dirty talk was going to be.”

“Princess, you’re in for a big surprise if you think that’s the extent of what you’ll hear out of my mouth.”

Opal rolled her eyes at him, straightening her shirt and smoothing out her hair, though it looked perfectly fine. It wasn’t like he’d wrecked her like he truly wanted. Because he was a gentleman. Yes. A gentleman.

A gentleman who needed a cold shower at some point.

God help him during the couples massage he’d booked.

###

The spa itself was like any other spa Henry had ever been to—sedate taupe walls with muted lighting and the softest flute music floating through the air. Nothing special. However, Opal breathed in deeply as they entered, and he turned to see her eyes flutter closed for a brief second. Her lips quirked up in a beatific smile.

“Already enjoying it?” he asked.

She shrugged. “It just seems relaxing. I’ve never been to a fancy spa before.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” she said, glancing around the room again. “Apparently this is going to be a weekend of firsts.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but an overeager woman came out from behind the front desk.

“Oh, Mr. Cavill,” interrupted the woman, already effusive in her manufactured charm. “Welcome! We’ve been expecting you. We do hope your trip to Atlanta was uneventful.”

He inclined his head in recognition. “It was fine, but I’ve already been here for work. My girlfriend is the one who just arrived this morning.”

At the mention of the word “girlfriend,” the brunette clerk turned her wide, starstruck eyes to the woman beside him. Opal’s grip on his hand loosened, as if she meant to pull away from him, but he squeezed tighter to reassure her. Clearly, the interaction at check in hadn’t helped issues any. What’s more, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the slight change in the clerk’s demeanor when she looked at their clasped hands and then at Opal. Opal wasn’t imagining things.

But this, also, wasn’t something new to him. He could be with any woman and other heterosexual women always did the doubletake, sizing up their competition. It was natural and unfortunately overrepresented in the land of celebrity when the public saw public figures as their commodity, and not as a real person.

A real person who could care less about a brunette flipping her hair flirtatiously over a shoulder. He wasn’t going to mess around with a hamburger when he already had a steak, just like Paul Newman once said.

Opal wasn’t used to it, however, and the previously relaxed grin on her lips flattened into a hard line. The small muscles in her hand had tensed at the other woman’s worsening reaction. There was a split second where he thought Opal might bolt, so he quickly switched tactics, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his side. He kissed the top of her head, again feeling her tense.

When he looked again for the clerk, he found her back behind the desk, pulling something up on her computer. Business as usual, then. “Right, Mr. Cavill, we have you both down for the couple’s package?

“That’s right,” he said, pressing his hand lightly to the small part of Opal’s back to guide her forward.

“Okay, great.” The clerk’s fake smile was back on her face. “They will call for you momentarily.”

He nodded in understanding and glanced down at Opal again. She turned her face up to look at him, her bright eyes blinking at him. “Does that include massages?”

“That’s generally like the number one thing to do at a spa,” he explained.

“There’s not going to be, uh—” she paused and swallowed hard around a lump in her throat. “What if my massage therapist is male?”

Henry snorted a laugh and lifted his hands up in front of her, flexing his fingers. “Princess, these are the only male hands that are going to be touching you this weekend.”

“What if there’s a woma—”

“Will you stop worrying?” he chided good-naturedly. “I requested one female and one male. They do this on purpose just for this reason. Though, there are those that don’t care.”

“I just…”

He frowned. “What is it?”

“I’m not naturally good with people touching me,” she admitted, though it was soft and breathy, as though said without enough air in her lungs.

He desperately wanted to push further into that discussion, but their attendants came out to guide them to the changing rooms. Opal smiled shyly, blushed, but instead of retreating from him, she curled herself against his side as though he were her protector from the Big Bad Massage Therapists.

And he really liked that. It played to that caveman hindbrain of his; he could play the protector. No, scratch that he wanted to be Protector, with a capital P.

Whoever or whatever created this touch shyness in her would need to be dealt with, too. However, it did lend important context to her unluckiness in love. Most guys would take her reactions as turn offs or too much work and run, but he didn’t see it like that. Maybe it was because they’d had more time to develop such a strong emotional connection online. He wanted to make it work. He wanted to make it all better. So, he planned to put in the effort it required to understand.

“I’ll see you in a few, darling,” he murmured.

“Okay,” she said, the shakiness of nerves evident in her tone. He watched her walk, forgetting just a moment of his concern and instead zeroed in on the way her hips moved in the tight denim that encased them. A thought quickly floated across his mind that he must find the underlying cause of Opal’s touch shyness as soon as was humanly possible. He wasn’t sure how long he could abstain from truly touching her the way he wanted to—or feeling guilty each time she recoiled.

The female therapist must have said something funny because Opal tossed her head back and laughed, defusing her nerves and snapping his attention to the situation. Opal and the therapist turned for one last glance back at him. It relaxed him to see the smile return to Opal’s lips.

When they were finally behind a closed door, Henry followed the slight male massage therapist back into the changing room. When he initially made the appointment, he specifically requested a male and female therapist team; he did it at first because he didn’t want Opal to get the wrong impression about another woman’s hands on him. And though it was unlikely she would have had a male therapist anyway, as there were so few in the profession, he certainly didn’t want to see another man’s hands rubbing all over her. Now he was glad he thought ahead.

He stripped down and replaced his clothes with the robe and slippers provided by the spa. As with all standard sized robes he’d ever worn, the sleeves were tight against his biceps and the tie barely closed the robe, but it did the job.  When he entered the warm, lowly lit treatment room, he sat in one of the chairs and waited for Opal. He smiled when she walked in, noting how tightly she clutched the edges of the soft robe between her breasts.

“Ready for this?” he asked.

Her eyes snapped to his, and she gave him a manic little chuckle. “Did you know you have to be completely naked?”

Henry grinned.  “I did.”

“They let me keep my undies on, but still,” she said.

Henry stood up and went over to her. “Opal, maybe I should have said this before… if you don’t want to do the massage, you can choose anything else from their services. This is supposed to be a fun, relaxing experience. If it’s not—”

She quickly pressed her fingers to his lips, stopping him mid-sentence. “Stop, I’m fine. Really. If I can’t take my clothes off for this, how am I going to in 24… 48… whatever hours?”

“Well, you’d be more comfortable with me after more time together, for one,” he said after taking her hand away from his lips.

She sighed. “I just don’t have the body to be showing my curves off to everyone, you know?”

“I think your curves are lovely. There are a few I want to become better acquainted with,” he said.

The visible part of her chest flushed bright red as he slid his fingers down the open edge of her robe. He teased her by pulling it away from her body slightly, testing how far he could take this without her fainting. Her breathing had already become shallow, her eyes had closed, and even though he wasn’t touching her body, he felt the soft rhythmic whisper of fabric against his fingers as her heart pounded against it.

“As a matter of fact,” he started, “I plan on getting to know these curves better this evening. If you’ll let me, of course.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered open to reveal sky blue eyes that glittered in the low light. There was a mixture of lust and fear there, wrestling with each other. She gave him a slight nod and bit her lower lip, no doubt as a nervous reaction, but he had no control over the pleasure signal it created in his own body. Henry smiled and stepped back, granting her a brief reprieve as he moved strategically behind the massage table.

Her assessing gaze dropped down the length of his robed body, her lips slightly parted, still breathing shallowly. He took the opportunity, holding her gaze with his, to let his robe drop. She might have issues with her body, but he had no problem showing off all that God gave him, as well as all the parts he had worked very long hours in the gym to develop over the years.

Her squeak and deeper blush were worth it, but to her credit, she didn’t turn away. He turned so she could get a better eyeful of his arse as he slid under the warm sheets on the table. He turned his head to find her frozen in place.

He nodded at the tie on her robe… the one her fingers clutched like a lifeline.  “Go ahead, Princess,” he purred. “Your turn.”

“Not a chance, Cavill. Turn your head,” she said.

He let out an exasperated sigh and did as she asked. He wanted so badly to look at her, to drink in her curves, but he had to be true to his word and follow her lead. It was the only way she was going to trust him—that much was clear. So, he rested his head on his folded arms with eyes closed and listened to her shimmy under her own blanket.

When she finished, he opened his eyes. “You doing okay?”

She nodded. “I am. I know I don’t seem like it, but I really am thrilled to be here with you. It’s a lot to take in all at once. You, all the months of talking and not working out who you were, and just, I don’t know. Like I said before, I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and you won’t be real, and you’ll just evaporate like a dream.”

He reached his hand out to take hers. He kissed the back of it. “I’m very much here, and I’m very much into being with you. I’m glad you didn’t leave this morning when you found out who I was.”

She laughed. “I don’t think my legs would have worked well enough to leave, anyway. But, still, I’m not that cruel. I’m not just going to get up and leave. I may be hella nervous, but I’m made of stronger stuff than that.”

“I know you are,” he said finally, squeezing her hand.

Opal shrugged and grinned mischievously. “Besides, where would I get a hotel room at this point in the game? You’re pretty much stuck with me, roomie.”

Henry laughed. “There’s no other person I’d rather be stuck with.”

“You say that now…” she teased.

“Unless there are hidden tentacles under that blanket, you’re not going anywhere,” he said. “And even then, I’d think twice.”

Opal giggled for a long time at that, finally settling down, but not before saying to him, “No one would believe me if I told them I was waiting for a couples massage with you and we were talking about tentacle porn.”

He meant to respond to that, but one of the therapists knocked on the door to begin their massages, effectively ending their conversation. At least they had conversation to fall back on—good conversation, fun conversation. That had always been their strength as they got to know each other online.

If there was communication, then anything was possible.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fan fic #henry cavill fan fiction #plus size ofc #dgd #digital get down

[capfalcon]

the boys in my school might be assholes but they are single handedly killing toxic masculinity bc in the span of 1 week i saw the following

a guy drape his arms around another guy sitting down and sort of hum into his neck and hugged him and gave him encouragements

on MULTIPLE occasions i have seen multiple different guys walk away from each other and very casually fist bump and go "i love you" "i love you too"

one guy was having some sort of breakdown and his friend went up to him and said "hey bro. cry. come on. it's okay."

a teacher needed someone to lift something and he picked this one guy and the guy goes "no I'm not that strong" and the teacher said "come on, don't you want to prove yourself?" and he responded with "i don't need to prove my masculinity by lifting a box"

one guy wrapped his arms around the waist of another guy and sort of soothed him and make him laugh

these two guys who constantly have their arms slung over shoulders and laughing with each other and are very openly affectionate

we had an emergency and one guy got separated from the class and his friend got super worried and when they finally found him, he hugged him really hard

a girl asked the same guy if "what are you like...gay for him or something" in sort of a mean way and he shrugged and said "no i mean I'm bi but he's been my best friend forever i love him but he's like my brother"

one guy complimented another guy and was like "woah dude you look good" and other guy went "thanks dude" and when someone made a passing "thats gay" comment they both stared him down and said "it's really not but it's sad that you think it is"

there are more boys in the fashion, cooking, sewing classes than there are girls

there are more girls in the woodtech, autotech, and mechanical tech classes than boys

there's more but i dont remember also please don't add any comments like "i ship them" or shit like that, i excluded all the things i saw for gay couples, although there's nothing wrong with it, ofc, im talking about the toxic masculinity that most boys are afraid of even expressing any emotion to their friends

[suitofvibraniumarmor]

Yours Truly [Part Thirteen]

Summary: Chris, Sadie, and Layla go to visit Sadie’s family, and come back to an unpleasant surprise. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1795 Warnings: None. A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post. 

July 19

Caroline,

I got the job here in Lawrence! I’m so, so excited. I’ll be teaching one of the two kindergarten classes and can start setting up my room in a couple of weeks, once I get through all the new hire hoopla.

I also found a house to rent. It’s a little farmhouse, owned by an older couple who have sold off most of their land and just rent the house now; there’s a couple of bedrooms, so you’ll have somewhere to stay when you come visit! You know, in eight years when Mr. President has completed his terms.

We’re going to Wichita this weekend to pack up my storage unit and bring it all here. Chris and Layla will meet my family while we’re there, and if all goes well, Chris and I agreed it will be a good time to tell Layla that we’re together. I think she has some idea, but I’m looking forward to actually telling her.

Okay, I think I have rambled about myself for long enough. How are things in D.C.? I’m glad Chris didn’t let you step down — you have worked SO HARD for that job, and no one can do it better than you! Even with this weird media stuff. I’m guessing the Caroline-look-alike girlfriend was your idea? Seems to be working, anyway. I just hope you’re being true to yourself and heart through all of this, C.

Only another month and summer is over. How has the time gone so fast?

Yours truly,

Sadie

After a long couple of days of new-hire orientation, Sadie was ready to be back at the Pratt farm, moving her few boxes to the new house. The trio would take their time getting up and around the next morning before heading to Wichita, and she was ready to be back home for a while. Sadie had always been close with her family, and she was even more excited for them to meet Chris and Layla.

Before driving back to the farm, she stopped at the elementary school to check in on her new classroom. She wanted to know what size of the room she was going to have so she could be thinking of decor.

“Ms. Coleman?” someone said, catching her attention as she walked toward the kindergarten hall.

Sadie turned. “Yes?”

“Hi,” the woman greeted. “I’m Libby Anderson. I teach second grade.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sadie smiled. “Please, call me Sadie.”

Libby gave a tight smile. “I hear you’ve been working with Layla Pratt this summer. How is she?”

Sadie was puzzled at first, but chalked up Libby’s knowledge of her summer activities to small town talk. “She’s great. Such a smart little girl.”

Another tight smile. “And Chris?”

Sadie’s concerns about Libby’s inquiry grew, tensing her muscles. “Um, he’s great, too. Are you a family friend? I’m sorry, I’m still working on getting to know everyone.”

“Something like that,” Libby answered. “I have a meeting to get to, Sadie, but I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“See you,” Sadie replied as the other woman walked away.

Suddenly, the size of her classroom seemed of little importance. She changed course for the parking lot, then hurried back to the farm.

“She’s Emily’s sister,” Chris informed Sadie once Layla was down for a nap and Sadie had a chance to ask about her interaction with Libby at the elementary school.

Sadie nodded. “Now it all makes sense.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. The Andersons are just so far from my mind anymore. None of them have even tried to contact or see Layla since Emily left.”

“You don’t need to apologize. She should have been much more clear about who she is and how she’s related to you and Layla. I just hope it doesn’t cause problems at work.”

Chris shook his head. “I don’t see why it would. Why don’t you let me make you a glass of that peach iced tea? Ed’s coming by so we can talk about how things went while I was out of town, and I can tell him about a couple things I’m changing. You can just relax — well, till Layla wakes up, then I’m sure she’ll have other plans.”

Sadie chuckled. “You’re probably right about that. Thanks, Chris.”

She reinforced her gratitude with a kiss before heading off to her room. Until she was laying down, Sadie wasn’t even aware of how tired she felt; she was asleep before Chris brought in her glass of tea.

Both Sadie and Chris had expected for Layla to take a little time to warm up to Sadie’s family, but she took to them right away. She settled herself on Sadie’s father’s lap and immediately began telling him about the farm and about her birthday party and her trip to her grandparents’ farm in Minnesota. Justin listened intently, immediately enchanted by the little girl.

While Chris and Sadie got to packing things from storage into the trailer Chris had pulled behind the truck on the way down from Lawrence, Layla stayed with Sadie’s aunts. She was fascinated still about how they had taught Sadie to make a dress, and finally begged and pleaded long enough, Sadie’s aunt Marie got out the beginner sewing machine that Sadie and her cousin, Marie’s daughter Lizzy, had learned to sew on. When they returned to pick Layla up and head back to Sadie’s father’s house, Layla had successfully sewn a little pillow.

“I did it all by myself, Daddy!” she beamed. Aunt Marie was too kind to say any different.

Chris smiled. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl. Let’s get back to Justin’s house, okay? Daddy and Adie are gonna get cleaned up, then we’ll come back here for supper to meet more of Sadie’s family.”

“I don’t wanna go!” Layla said, crossing her arms over her chest and stomping her foot.

Sadie frowned. “Layla! Be nice, please.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, not sounding sorry at all. “I like Justin, but Marie teached me how to make a pillow! I wanna make another one for Sadie for her new house!”

Marie spoke up, kindly. “I don’t mind if she stays here.”

“You need a nap,” Chris told Layla when she looked at him hopefully.

“Can I take a nap here?” Layla asked Marie.

Marie nodded. “But only if it’s okay with your dad. He’s the boss.”

Chris exchanged a glance with Sadie, who shrugged. “All right. But please, continue to be on your best behavior, and use your manners.”

“Yessir,” Layla promised, rushing off for the sewing machine.

“Nap before more sewing, young lady,” Sadie called after her.

Layla groaned but called back, “Yes ma’am!”

Sadie thanked Marie profusely for keeping Layla for longer before following Chris out of the house. She indeed needed to get cleaned up, and was looking forward to seeing the rest of her family that evening.

“Are you comfortable with me talking to your dad about what’s going on with us before we go back to Marie’s?” Chris asked. “I know it’s sort of an outdated practice, just seems like the right thing to do, still. I don’t mean asking permission, or anything, just – making my intentions known, I guess.”

Sadie reached across the truck seat and took his hand. “I think that would mean a lot to my dad – and to me.”

Chris squeezed her hand before pulling her closer, finishing out the trip back to Justin’s house with his arm draped over the back of the seat, and Sadie singing along with him to the radio.

On the way back to the family dinner at Marie’s house, Chris broached the subject of telling Layla that he and Sadie were a couple.

“I’d like to get you all moved in, then maybe we can have dinner in town and tell her?” Chris suggested. “I figure a place with neutral ground is probably the best venue. She’s been so encouraging to you when it comes to me, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with it, but I want to make it as easy for her as possible.”

“I agree,” Sadie nodded. “I think she’ll be just fine – probably excited, to be honest – but you’re right, it’s better to make it as easy on her as possible.”

The agreement gave them something to look forward to when they returned to Lawrence; the couple was so excited about it, they confirmed for the family members who asked that they had indeed started a relationship. Fortunately, all of Sadie’s family was completely for the idea, and they understood about keeping it quiet around Layla until Chris and Sadie were able to update her on what was happening.

There were no goodbyes with the trio left Wichita, only see-you-later’s and lots of hugs from Layla to Sadie’s family members. Chris told Sadie that it could have been because Layla was older, but he had never seen her that comfortable even with Emily’s family. Sadie’s heart could have burst with that news; she was so in love with Chris, though she had yet to tell him, and her love for Layla had only grown from the first day she met the girl. She was already dreaming of the day they would all become a family, and expand that family, but she kept those dreams to herself for the time being – which turned out to be a good thing, she discovered a few hours after their return to Lawrence.

The heavy furniture had been placed in the appropriate places in the rental house, and the boxes were all in the house wherever there was room. Sadie would have a busy few days ahead, settling the house, but Layla could come with her during the day and help or play, so another sitter wouldn’t be necessary.

She had one night left at the Pratt farm, and they had planned on going into town for pizza after resting a while. Chris and Sadie were both on pins and needles to finally include Layla in their relationship, but it was soon clear that even that would have to wait.

“Whose car is that, Daddy?” Layla asked, leaning forward from her booster seat as they approached the farm.

Chris didn’t answer; Sadie glanced over at him and received a tight smile and a mumbled apology in return. That was all she needed to know exactly who had shown up uninvited to the farm.

Sadie stayed back, helping Layla out of the truck while Chris got out of the driver’s side and approached the woman standing at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Chris,” she greeted politely – too politely.

He cleared his throat as Sadie approached behind him, carrying Layla. “What are you doing here, Emily?”

Part Fourteen

#chris pratt #chris evans #fanfiction #collab #new to this blog

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Gold Digger - Chapter 3 | Gwilym Lee x OFC

A/N: So back to our regular Saturday schedule only it’s Wednesday, we are! Sorry for the long wait, I had some family things to take care of and whatnot.

Warnings: The usual?

Word Count: ~3.4K

Warnings: Cross-over (I miss those HiG idiots so much), swearing, alcohol use, Joe shenanigans.

The Playlist (updates regularly)

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Lizzie and Shelly were in some foul moods. They've been arguing for nearly half an hour now. Although Lizzie promised Shelly a Gwil-a-thon, she changed her mind because she was feeling quite ill. Sniffles, coughs, and sneezes where the majority of the sounds emanating out of her. Balls of tissues surrounded her on the living room sofa, empty mugs of tea decorated the coffee table. Her ducky slippers poked from under the blanket she covered herself with. Her Grumpy Cat pajamas indicating that she hadn't left the house that day. Shelly, however, did not care in the slightest. She was promised a binge session and she was going to do whatever it took to make it happen.

"I don't care if you're under the weather, and I don't understand what it has to do with watching some telly." Shelly planted her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently. "I want to see your Prince Charming act, alright?!"

"Do you dot udderstadd the word doe?" Lizzie croaked inbetween sniffles. "Christ!"

Shelly scoffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. Then, a lightbulb seemed to go off in her head, because she had a devilish glint in her eyes.

"Doe, a deer?" Shelly smirked. "A female deer?"

"Oh, God." Lizzie grumbled and slapped her palm to her face. "Dot this."

"Raaaaaaay," Shelly bellowed, "a drop of golden suuuuuun!"

"Shelly, please stop."

"Me," Shelly puffed out her chest and pointed upwards, "A name I call myself!"

"Shells, please!"

"Faaaaa," Shelly ignored her, "a long, long way to run!"

"Shelly!" Lizzie barked.

"Yes?"

"Why?!"

"Because I know how that movie terrifies you." Shelly shrugged. "Seeeeew, a needle pulling thread!"

"Shelly!!!"

"Laaaaaa!" Shelly's voice rose in octaves, "a note to follow Sew!"

"For cry-eed out loud, woo-bad!"

"Teaaaaaa," Shelly carried on, "a drink with jam and bread!"

"Fide!" Lizzie raised her hands in surrender, "fide. We'll watch Jabestowd. Just please stop!"

"Oh, alright."

"Thakes, Shells." Lizzie groaned.

"You know, you really do talk gibberish when you're sick." Shelly noted and sat down on the armchair, keeping a safe distance from her sick roommate and best friend. "It's alright though. I speak fluent "Ill-zie."

"You're such a dork."

"Get it? Ill-zie?"

"Yes, Shelly." Lizzie said as she put on the first episode.

"It's like Lizzie but with jumbled up letters!"

"Shut up already! It's starting!"

###

A week after the "Gwil-a-thon", Lizzie kept radio-silent when it came to him. Watching him on screen made her swoon. Knowing how talented he was made her head spin. The fact that she's now friends with someone like him made her heart stop. None of it made any sense to her. Why would someone like that be interested in someone like her? She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that an actual celebrity wanted her company. 'A bloody schoolteacher', as she fondly referred to herself as she got drunk on wine with Shelly on a Saturday night, fully healed from her flu. Then, her phone notified there's an incoming message, and Lizzie's heart dropped right to her knickers.

'My mate's coming by for a visit next week and we're going to this party. Would you like to be our plus one?'

Lizzie sighed and tapped her finger against her cheek as she contemplated her response. She didn't know much about who Gwilym's friends were, or the kind of parties they enjoy going to. She also hasn't really spoken to him at all for a whole week after binge-watching everything he was ever in with Shelly. Her green eyes bore holes into the screen as she pondered over it. She blew a soft curl away from her face, pensive.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Shelly quipped as she poured them both glasses of white wine.

"Gwil invited me to a party with one of his mates next week." Lizzie looked up and reach her hand out, opening and closing her fingers.

"Go!" Shelly barked and gave Lizzie her glass. "Go!!!"

"I don't even know the lad -"

"You'll get to know him at the party!"

"- and I haven't spoken to Gwil at all, all week. Don't you think it'll look a bit sketchy if I suddenly jump on the opportunity?" Lizzie pouted.

"He doesn't seem to think anything of your silence, Liz." Shelly noted. "He probably just assumed you were busy being a bloody schoolteacher, you know."

"Hm."

Shelly and Lizzie stared at her phone for a minute before Shelly snatched it away and unlocked the screen.

"Hey!" Lizzie cried.

"Shut up, I'm doing you a big favour here!" Shelly pushed Lizzie back with one hand and texted 'sure' with the other. "Done."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing." Shelly shrugged innocently and gave Lizzie her phone back. She sipped her wine calmly.

Bloop.

'Great! We'll pick you up. We'll figure out the rest of the details next week.'

###

"What if it's the blond one?" Shelly slightly slurred her words as she drained the third bottle of wine into her glass. "The drummer guy?"

"Ben Hardy?" Lizzie snorted. "You think it's going to be Ben Hardy?"

"Why not?!"

"They were castmates, Shells!" Lizzie sipped her wine. "Just because they acted in a film together doesn't mean they're bffs."

"You're clearly not following them on Instagram, then." Shelly smirked.

"Oh, and you are?" Lizzie scoffed.

"I sure am!"

"Jesus."

"No, my name is Shelly." She joked. "Whoever this bloke is, you know he's a looker if Prince Charming is hanging out with him."

"What?"

"Attractive people only hang out with other attractive people!" Shelly informed her best friend. "It's the rule of law."

"What law?" Lizzie's brows knotted in confusion.

"The law of science!"

"He's married, you know." Lizzie noted.

"Gwilym?!" Shelly gasped.

"No, you plum!" Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Ben Hardy!"

"Oh, right. To your girl-crush." Shelly sing-sang.

"She's not my girl-crush."

"She totally is." Shelly giggled. "Look at you blushing!"

###

The night of the party, Lizzie was beside herself with nerves. She wanted to impress Gwilym and make him want her as more than just a friend. Whether it was the fact that he was Annabelle Lee's cousin or the fact that he was just the perfect man, she just wanted him. His company. His touch. His attention. Fluffing up her hair at the roots, she looked down at her vanity and deliberated the perfect lipstick to match her outfit and finalize her look. Tonight was the night Gwilym will see her and fall in love. The thing she didn't know was that he already had - when he knocked her on her ass and she laid there on the grass, looking like a porcelain doll some child had dropped. With her look complete, she left her room for Shelly's input.

"How do I look?" Lizzie twirled in front of Shelly.

"Too clothed."

"It's January. I don't want to get pneumonia, alright?" Lizzie scoffed. "T'was bad enough with the flu. My class got split and -" Lizzie adjusted the cuffs of her skin-tight red sweater-dress.

"Shut up with work talk on weekends already!" Shelly put a hand up to stop Lizzie's rambles as she stepped up to her. "Ugh!" she groaned and pulled Lizzie's neckline down. "It's like you're not even trying -"

"Shells!" Lizzie gasped and jumped back. "That's so rude!"

"You have to flaunt some of the goods, missy."

"The goods were flaunted, thank you very much!"

"No, they were not. Now, however?" Shelly hiked up the skirt of Lizzie's dress. "Much better. Wear the knee-high black boots."

"I'll look like a prostitute." Lizzie scoffed.

"A high-end escort, really." Shelly countered. "If you do shag prince charming," Shelly tousled Lizzie's soft curls to give her a bedridden, disheveled look, "bring him home and be as loud and as nasty as you possibly can, please."

"Good God, woman!"

"Or just do it right on the sofa, if you want. Make a sex-tape out of it." Shelly winked and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"You're hopeless."

"I know."

###

Gwilym leaned against the car, one leg crossed in front of the other, as he waited for Lizzie. His breath clouded as he exhaled, the January winter chill seeping into his bones. A flash of red caught his eye, making him do a double-take. He gulped when he saw Lizzie and rubbed his hands together, suddenly slightly nervous. She walked up to him with a lopsided smile, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. She had a swagger to her steps, she almost looked like she was cat-walking towards him.

"You look amazing!" Gwilym's eyes scanned over her body. "Aren't you frozen solid?"

"I am, in fact, freezing," Lizzie giggled and hoped he couldn't hear her teeth chattering. "Where's your mate?"

"He decided to stay in the car." Gwilym rolled his eyes playfully. "Americans, you know?"

Lizzie nodded and made a mental note to herself that it was not Ben Hardy in that car.

"Did you enjoy free-heeeeeeee -" Gwilym's friend seemed to have forgotten how to use words as he turned around in his seat to look at Lizzie. "Hello."

"Joe, meet Lizzie." Gwilym said as he collapsed into the driver's seat and she sat down very carefully at the back. "Lizzie, this is Joe."

"Hey, Joe."

"Hello." Joe had a dopey smile on his face. A whiff of whiskey reached Lizzie's nostrils. "Hi."

"Pre-gaming?" Lizzie snorted and made eye contact with Gwilym through the rear-view mirror. "Really?"

"He insisted." Gwilym shrugged and flicked the blinkers on. "So this party we're going to is nothing too fancy, really."

"What's the occasion?" Lizzie blushed under Joe's gaze.

"Birthday!" Joe announced. "Someone we worked with on a project not too long ago."

"Look at you, trying to be cool." Gwilym chuckled and earned a glare from Joe. "Our best mate is having a birthday. Joe is very excited."

"Benny deserves every bit of my excitement."

"B... beh..." Lizzie stuttered and gulped as she composed herself, "Benny?"

"Yeah." Joe had a dreamy look in his eyes. "His name's Ben."

"Huh." The prospect of meeting Ben Hardy and his wife so casually made Lizzie obliviously bite her bottom lip. Both men shift uncomfortably. "That sounds like fun."

###

"Silly Gwilly!!!"

Gwilym, Joe and Lizzie turned around to the source of the screeching as they walked inside the club. The music thumped and the light flickered.

"Oh my God!" Lizzie gasped and froze in her tracks. "Is that...?"

"Annabelle!" Joe finished her sentence and ran towards Annabelle with open arms.

"Move it, Joseph!" Annabelle side stepped around him and made a bee-line towards Gwilym. "I feel like I haven't seen you in years! What the fuck?!"

"Got a bit preoccupied, Banana." Gwilym picked her up and swayed with her from side to side in a tight hug. "I missed you too."

"Just because you and Clara aren't together anymore doesn't mean you have to cut all ties with me, you know." Annabelle detangled her legs from around his waist and slid down his body to the floor as if he were a fireman's pole. "She's on holiday anyways. Who's this?"

"This," Gwilym took Lizzie's hand and pulled her closer to him and his cousin, "is my new... Er... friend, Lizzie."

"Friend, huh?" Joe and Annabelle said simultaneously.

"Yep. Ran into her in the park one day, literally." Gwilym explained.

Lizzie opened and closed her mouth like a fish as she tried to conjure up a coherent sentence. Annabelle Lee-Jones was, by far, her favourite person on the entire planet. Mentally kicking herself, Lizzie extended a hand out for Annabelle to shake with an awkward giggle.

"Hi, I, um..." Lizzie struggled for words and only felt worse when Annabelle raised an amused eyebrow at her. "I don't get starstruck very often but you're just about my favourite person ever..."

"That's so sweet!" Annabelle laughed and pulled Lizzie in for a hug. "After BoRhap exploded no one even cares about me anymore. You just made my day, you know."

"Where's Ben?" Joe interrupted.

"At the table." Annabelle rolled her eyes. "Go find your husband, Joe. Lizzie, you're coming with me!"

Annabelle pulled Lizzie along by the hand and walked her over to the bar. Lizzie stumbled as she looked back at Gwilym. He waved at her with an amused smirk on his face. If she survived a night out with this crew, it will be nothing short of a miracle.

###

"Who's the redhead?" Ben asked as he stared at his wife chatting up a stranger. "Why is Annie latching onto her?"

"Gwil's friend. Lizzie." Joe said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"She really is just a friend." Gwil shrugged. "I'm not sure she's even remotely interested in me."

"Is she blind or just stupid, then?" Ben wondered.

"Neither, you rude fuck." Gwilym snorted.

"Are you into her?" Joe asked.

"I mean, she's gorgeous..." Gwilym rubbed at his chin.

"That, she is." Ben said under his breath.

"I'm telling Annie." Joe warned.

"Go ahead, I think Annie might have a crush on her. She won't mind. She'll probably let Ben watch." Gwilym chuckled and made Ben blush a crimson red.

"So, if she's just a friend..." Joe started.

Gwilym groaned and bit the inside of his cheek, knowing where Joe's train of thought was going.

"I mean, I wouldn't want to cock block my best -"

"Yes, Joe. You can hit on her." Gwilym rolled his eyes and cut him off. Lizzie wasn't his to have and it seemed like the situation won't change in the foreseeable future. "Knock yourself out."

###

Lizzie was sloshed. Blitzed. Completely and utterly hammered. Gwilym seemed to keep her at a safe distance all evening, calling her his 'friend' every other sentence. Each time made her feel slightly more devastated - something that did not go unnoticed by Annie. Coming to the rescue, Annie made sure Lizzie will forget all about her troubles and have a happy, drunk, good time at Ben's party.

Indeed, Lizzie felt like a happy haze veiled everything around her. She swayed from side to side, Joe behind her with a hand on her hip, telling her silly jokes as they danced. His breath fanned over her ear and gave her goosebumps. She hasn't hooked up with anyone in a while, and Gwilym was obviously uninterested in her and more interested in the flock of girls surrounding him and batting their eyelashes at him. A small pang of jealousy made her hurt, but then Joe gave her all of his attention and she was drunk and happy, and things rolled downhill like a snowball effect. His lips softly grazed the shell of her ear and he pulled her closer to him. Her lips parted at the sensation. Joe's warm hands roamed over her as they danced, leaving seary trails in their wake. He looked up to see Gwil waving his hand at him, trying to get his attention. When he finally did, Gwil lifted his other hand up, dangling his car keys to signal Joe that it was time to leave.

"Gwil's calling for us." Joe slurred, inclining his head down and nuzzling her cheek slightly. "Think it's time to go."

"I don't wanna..." Lizzie pouted.

"Me neither."

Lizzie turned her head and brushed her lips against Joe's, feeling a small rush of adrenaline flow through her. Throwing caution to the wind, both drunks locked lips on the dance floor in a sloppy, almost obscene kiss.

Gwilym, Ben and Annabelle watched from a distance and snorted, all at the same time. They've been watching the two carefully since Joe asked for Gwil's "permission" to hook up with Lizzie as if it were a National Geographic film.

"So you're really going to let Joe have his way with her?" Ben looked at Gwilym questioningly.

"She's not mine." Gwilym shrugged. "And from the looks of it, she doesn't want to be."

"You oblivious wanker." Annie muttered under her breath, unheard by the other two.

###

"Oh, no, no, no!" Gwilym said and grabbed Joe by the elbow as if he were a disobedient child, "you're going in the front!"

"Hey!" Joe protested and stumbled after Gwilym. "That's rude!"

"No, rude is snogging with my Lizzie in the back of my bloody car."

"Your Lizzie?" Joe raised an eyebrow.

"You know what I meant."

"Look, man, if you have any issues with this..."

"I don't have any bloody issues." Gwilym scolded. "Now, get in the car."

Both boys collapsed into their seats and looked at Lizzie through the rearview mirror, obliviously scrolling through her phone. Her face softly illuminated by the white glow of the screen. She blinked slowly, as if falling asleep.

"Where to, Miss Daisy?" Gwilym asked and smiled softly when she looked up at him through her lashes.

"Home, please." She smiled sweetly. "Is it alright if I stole Joe?"

Gwilym knew this was coming but he still felt a small pang of jealousy in his gut. He glanced over at Joe's drunk, pleading face and nodded with a sigh, starting the engine.

"Well then," Lizzie smiled mischievously, "onwards, noble steed! Take me home!"

###

"You're so fucking hot." Joe whispered in between feverish kisses. He had Lizzie pressed up against the front door to her flat, his knee parting her legs. "Goddamn."

"Let's go inside, then?" She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him expectantly.

Joe replied with a low growl. Lizzie giggled and turned around, quickly unlocking the door and stumbling in. Joe pressed himself up behind her, his hands travelling everywhere they could reach on her body. He kicked the door shut behind him and released his hold on Lizzie's body, allowing her to turn and face him. He caught her lips, nibbling and biting on them. His hands worked their way down her torso and gave her bum a hearty squeeze.

"Eager, are we?" Lizzie laughed.

"It's been awhile." Joe admitted sheepishly. "And you're so fucking hot, I..."

Lizzie crashed her lips onto his.

###

Joe woke up at the crack of dawn, feeling like a rat died in his mouth and a horse kicked him in the head. He took in his surroundings, letting the night's memories flood back in. Ben's birthday party. Picking Gwil's friend up. Lizzie. Dancing. Making out. Gwilym's mood on the ride to Lizzie's place. Making out again. Hooking up.

He turned his head to the side and took in the sight of Lizzie's naked body next to him. She wasn't curled up next to him - she was spread out in all her naked glory, her soft red curls veiling her breasts like a nymph. With a sigh, he rolled over and pawed at the floor, looking for his boxers. When he finally found them, he groggily stepped into them and pulled them up, walking towards the door. Nature called.

He rubbed his eye sleepily as he left her bedroom and closed the door behind him, and collided with another person.

The realization made him shudder. There is a strange woman looking at his almost totally naked body, and she was hot and smirking.

"And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" she drawled, her voice like honey.

"I, uh -" Joe tried to shake the embarrassment off and stood up straighter. "I'm Joe."

"Hello, Joe. I'm Shelly."

"Shelly." Joe echoed, a dopey smile on his face.

"What are you doing in my home and where are your clothes, Joe?" Shelly looked him up and down. She seemed pleased with the sight. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Well," Joe gulped, "I'm... See, last night -"

"Elizabeth McGee!" Shelly roared. "Lizzie!"

"Shhh!" Joe leaped forward and placed his palm on her lips, muffling her bellows. "What the fuck?!"

Shelly looked at him challengingly, one eyebrow raised. They stared each other down before she poked her tongue out and licked Joe's palm.

"Ew!" Joe flinched and pulled his hand back. "But also, good thinking!"

"Thank you!" Shelly bit her bottom lip. "The bathroom's that way."

"Uh, thanks." He said, confused at her abruptness. She looked down at Joe's crotch and noticed a prominent bulge. He felt heat flood his chest, all the way up to his ears. A gorgeous woman stared at his bulge and all he could do was stand there. "This isn't awkward at all."

"On the contrary, mate." Shelly winked at him. "I'm enjoying myself."

"Yeah?" A cocky smirk tugged at Joe's lips.

"Yeah." Shelly stepped closer to him and put a hand on his cheek. "Too bad Lizzie's the one who saw you first."

Her hand slipped down the column of his neck and to his chest before she dragged it across as she left and disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her softly.

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[whiskeyxcola]

Yours Truly: Part Thirteen

Summary: Chris, Sadie, and Layla go to visit Sadie’s family, and come back to an unpleasant surprise.  Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1795 Warnings: None. A/N: Hope you enjoy the continuing series collab with @captain-s-rogers ​​! Don’t be afraid to ask to be on the taglist, and please let us know what you think! Also, keep an eye out for part fourteen, which Ashley will be posting later today! I say again ... this man is hard to find gifs for! 

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Masterlist

July 19

Caroline,

I got the job here in Lawrence! I’m so, so excited. I’ll be teaching one of the two kindergarten classes and can start setting up my room in a couple of weeks, once I get through all the new hire hoopla.

I also found a house to rent. It’s a little farmhouse, owned by an older couple who have sold off most of their land and just rent the house now; there’s a couple of bedrooms, so you’ll have somewhere to stay when you come visit! You know, in eight years when Mr. President has completed his terms.

We’re going to Wichita this weekend to pack up my storage unit and bring it all here. Chris and Layla will meet my family while we’re there, and if all goes well, Chris and I agreed it will be a good time to tell Layla that we’re together. I think she has some idea, but I’m looking forward to actually telling her.

Okay, I think I have rambled about myself for long enough. How are things in D.C.? I’m glad Chris didn’t let you step down — you have worked SO HARD for that job, and no one can do it better than you! Even with this weird media stuff. I’m guessing the Caroline-look-alike girlfriend was your idea? Seems to be working, anyway. I just hope you’re being true to yourself and heart through all of this, C.

Only another month and summer is over. How has the time gone so fast?

Yours truly,

Sadie

After a long couple of days of new-hire orientation, Sadie was ready to be back at the Pratt farm, moving her few boxes to the new house. The trio would take their time getting up and around the next morning before heading to Wichita, and she was ready to be back home for a while. Sadie had always been close with her family, and she was even more excited for them to meet Chris and Layla.

Before driving back to the farm, she stopped at the elementary school to check in on her new classroom. She wanted to know what size of the room she was going to have so she could be thinking of decor.

“Ms. Coleman?” someone said, catching her attention as she walked toward the kindergarten hall.

Sadie turned. “Yes?”

“Hi,” the woman greeted. “I’m Libby Anderson. I teach second grade.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sadie smiled. “Please, call me Sadie.”

Libby gave a tight smile. “I hear you’ve been working with Layla Pratt this summer. How is she?”

Sadie was puzzled at first, but chalked up Libby’s knowledge of her summer activities to small town talk. “She’s great. Such a smart little girl.”

Another tight smile. “And Chris?”

Sadie’s concerns about Libby’s inquiry grew, tensing her muscles. “Um, he’s great, too. Are you a family friend? I’m sorry, I’m still working on getting to know everyone.”

“Something like that,” Libby answered. “I have a meeting to get to, Sadie, but I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“See you,” Sadie replied as the other woman walked away.

Suddenly, the size of her classroom seemed of little importance. She changed course for the parking lot, then hurried back to the farm.

“She’s Emily’s sister,” Chris informed Sadie once Layla was down for a nap and Sadie had a chance to ask about her interaction with Libby at the elementary school.

Sadie nodded. “Now it all makes sense.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. The Andersons are just so far from my mind anymore. None of them have even tried to contact or see Layla since Emily left.”

“You don’t need to apologize. She should have been much more clear about who she is and how she’s related to you and Layla. I just hope it doesn’t cause problems at work.”

Chris shook his head. “I don’t see why it would. Why don’t you let me make you a glass of that peach iced tea? Ed’s coming by so we can talk about how things went while I was out of town, and I can tell him about a couple things I’m changing. You can just relax — well, till Layla wakes up, then I’m sure she’ll have other plans.”

Sadie chuckled. “You’re probably right about that. Thanks, Chris.”

She reinforced her gratitude with a kiss before heading off to her room. Until she was laying down, Sadie wasn’t even aware of how tired she felt; she was asleep before Chris brought in her glass of tea.

Both Sadie and Chris had expected for Layla to take a little time to warm up to Sadie’s family, but she took to them right away. She settled herself on Sadie’s father’s lap and immediately began telling him about the farm and about her birthday party and her trip to her grandparents’ farm in Minnesota. Justin listened intently, immediately enchanted by the little girl.

While Chris and Sadie got to packing things from storage into the trailer Chris had pulled behind the truck on the way down from Lawrence, Layla stayed with Sadie’s aunts. She was fascinated still about how they had taught Sadie to make a dress, and finally begged and pleaded long enough, Sadie’s aunt Marie got out the beginner sewing machine that Sadie and her cousin, Marie’s daughter Lizzy, had learned to sew on. When they returned to pick Layla up and head back to Sadie’s father’s house, Layla had successfully sewn a little pillow.

“I did it all by myself, Daddy!” she beamed. Aunt Marie was too kind to say any different.

Chris smiled. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl. Let’s get back to Justin’s house, okay? Daddy and Adie are gonna get cleaned up, then we’ll come back here for supper to meet more of Sadie’s family.”

“I don’t wanna go!” Layla said, crossing her arms over her chest and stomping her foot.

Sadie frowned. “Layla! Be nice, please.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, not sounding sorry at all. “I like Justin, but Marie teached me how to make a pillow! I wanna make another one for Sadie for her new house!”

Marie spoke up, kindly. “I don’t mind if she stays here.”

“You need a nap,” Chris told Layla when she looked at him hopefully.

“Can I take a nap here?” Layla asked Marie.

Marie nodded. “But only if it’s okay with your dad. He’s the boss.”

Chris exchanged a glance with Sadie, who shrugged. “All right. But please, continue to be on your best behavior, and use your manners.”

“Yessir,” Layla promised, rushing off for the sewing machine.

“Nap before more sewing, young lady,” Sadie called after her.

Layla groaned but called back, “Yes ma’am!”

Sadie thanked Marie profusely for keeping Layla for longer before following Chris out of the house. She indeed needed to get cleaned up, and was looking forward to seeing the rest of her family that evening.

“Are you comfortable with me talking to your dad about what’s going on with us before we go back to Marie’s?” Chris asked. “I know it’s sort of an outdated practice, just seems like the right thing to do, still. I don’t mean asking permission, or anything, just -- making my intentions known, I guess.”

Sadie reached across the truck seat and took his hand. “I think that would mean a lot to my dad -- and to me.”

Chris squeezed her hand before pulling her closer, finishing out the trip back to Justin’s house with his arm draped over the back of the seat, and Sadie singing along with him to the radio.

On the way back to the family dinner at Marie’s house, Chris broached the subject of telling Layla that he and Sadie were a couple.

“I’d like to get you all moved in, then maybe we can have dinner in town and tell her?” Chris suggested. “I figure a place with neutral ground is probably the best venue. She’s been so encouraging to you when it comes to me, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with it, but I want to make it as easy for her as possible.”

“I agree,” Sadie nodded. “I think she’ll be just fine -- probably excited, to be honest -- but you’re right, it’s better to make it as easy on her as possible.”

The agreement gave them something to look forward to when they returned to Lawrence; the couple was so excited about it, they confirmed for the family members who asked that they had indeed started a relationship. Fortunately, all of Sadie’s family was completely for the idea, and they understood about keeping it quiet around Layla until Chris and Sadie were able to update her on what was happening.

There were no goodbyes with the trio left Wichita, only see-you-later’s and lots of hugs from Layla to Sadie’s family members. Chris told Sadie that it could have been because Layla was older, but he had never seen her that comfortable even with Emily’s family. Sadie’s heart could have burst with that news; she was so in love with Chris, though she had yet to tell him, and her love for Layla had only grown from the first day she met the girl. She was already dreaming of the day they would all become a family, and expand that family, but she kept those dreams to herself for the time being -- which turned out to be a good thing, she discovered a few hours after their return to Lawrence.

The heavy furniture had been placed in the appropriate places in the rental house, and the boxes were all in the house wherever there was room. Sadie would have a busy few days ahead, settling the house, but Layla could come with her during the day and help or play, so another sitter wouldn’t be necessary.

She had one night left at the Pratt farm, and they had planned on going into town for pizza after resting a while. Chris and Sadie were both on pins and needles to finally include Layla in their relationship, but it was soon clear that even that would have to wait.

“Whose car is that, Daddy?” Layla asked, leaning forward from her booster seat as they approached the farm.

Chris didn’t answer; Sadie glanced over at him and received a tight smile and a mumbled apology in return. That was all she needed to know exactly who had shown up uninvited to the farm.

Sadie stayed back, helping Layla out of the truck while Chris got out of the driver’s side and approached the woman standing at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Chris,” she greeted politely -- too politely.

He cleared his throat as Sadie approached behind him, carrying Layla. “What are you doing here, Emily?”

Part Fourteen

#fanfiction #yours truly #part 13 #chris #Chris pratt #chris evans #ofc #Chris x ofc #Chris pratt x ofc #Chris evans x ofc #au #farmer au #president au #collab #captain-s-rogers

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 374, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks

WORDS: 1278

“Sweetheart, don’t look now, but I think we have bedbugs again,” Peter grumbled as he layered a sweet kiss onto the corner of my eye.

“Mmmmm…” I hummed as I welcomed four little bedbugs- Elizabeth, Elle, Katie and Jing- to crawl up between the two of us, clucking softly to warn them to be careful of their brother, who spent the night in between his mommy and daddy. “Good morning girls.”

 “Good morning mommy! Good morning daddy! Good morning Baby Tommy!” Katie chirped happily as she tucked herself and Jing in tightly to my husband’s side, Elizabeth and Elle doing the same to me.

 “Good morning girls,” I greeted them with a motherly smile. “To what do we account your morning cuddles too?”

 “We saw how worried you were yesterday when Baby Tommy was accidently locked into daddy’s car yesterday,” Elizabeth told me.

 “And we knew that you needed huggies in the morning!” Katie finished her sister’s sentence. “And here we are now!”

 A choked sob bubbled out of me as I crushed Elle to me.

 “Oh bless you both,” I whimpered out in an emotional tone. “I couldn’t ask for better girls than you.”

 I knew that Peter felt a terrible guilt at accidently locking our son into his car, but I couldn’t fault him any- he had been excited to see what the girls had bought for their upcoming adventures in the fourth grade.

 “What classes do you girls want to take this year as electives?” he asked them.

 “I’m taking Chinese calligraphy, Mandrene Chinese, Norse history and music!” Katie said with all the confidence of a nine year old in Iron Man pajamas.

 “That does sounds like fun!” Peter told her. “And you? What classes will you take Bitty?”

 “Music, sewing, veterinarian studies and social media management,” Elizabeth meeped excitedly.

 “Social media management…?” he asked, clearly confused. “That’s a class at Saint Michael’s?”

 “I really want to start up a YouTube channel and post videos of me playing mommy’s harp and talking about living with Alopecia,” she explained with a shrug. “There really isn’t much along the way of harp music out there.”

 “It’s basically a way for kids to learn how to stay safe online,” I told him, reaching across to braid my fingers into his loose hair. “It looks like something Elizabeth will need to learn. After all, she is the daughter of a famous rock star!”

 “And she is also the daughter of a fantastic Broadway super mom,” he chuckled, shuffling in closer to press our noses together.

 “I really want to take the class too, but I can’t math,” Katie confessed. “Like at all. The numbers just get all wiggly and scrambly.”

 “Katie, how are you able to maintain good grade in math?” I asked her, tucking away her difficulties in math for me to ask the doctor.

 “I get extra time to do my schoolwork as a part of my IEP,” she shrugged. “So I get extra time to make sure that my answers are correct.”

 “Oh okay,” I hummed. “You know something, I had a lot of trouble with math in school. The school thought I had dyscalculia at one point honestly.”

 “But you got into Julliard’s!” Peter pointed out.

 “I took extra tutoring after school,” I shrugged. “Besides, Julliard’s doesn’t teach math, the college teaches acting and music on two different campuses.”

 “Ah, that makes sense,” he blinked before sitting up and swinging his legs up out of bed. “I’m going to work out some. Feel free to join me if you want.”

 “Mommy needs us right now daddy,” Katie insisted, Elizabeth and Elle coming over to my other side and sandwiching me in with their daughterly love.

 “Sweet babies,” I cooed as I settled myself back to get a bit more sleep, Baby Tommy crawling over to me and cuddling into my chest.

 “Mamamamamamama…” he babbled softly, curling his fingers into my wild morning curls. “Mamamamamamama…”

 “Love you kids,” I murmured as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 ~xoXox~

 For much of the day, Elizabeth and Katie spent their time neatly arranging their backpacks for their first day back at school in two weeks. They did that while Baby Tommy and I had a day of endless snuggles. Peter puttered around, with Daisy and Mittens keeping a close eye on the younger members of the Ratajczyk family.

 “Are you girls ready for school yet?” I called out in a teasing tone of voice, laughter dancing in my eyes as Katie dumped out her backpack before beginning to repack her school supplies for the dozenth time.

 “Almost!” giggled Katie excitedly. “I can’t wait!”

 “Sweetheart, the girls have mail!” Peter called out as he entered the house from the garage, having made a trip into town to grab our mail from the post office.

 “Yay!” Elizabeth cheered as her father came in carrying two boxes under his arms.

 The girls tore into their mail, uncovering new basic school clothes- shoes, underwear, and lightweight sweaters in their favorite colors. I got them the basics because the two girls had been holed up in my study, producing stylist clothes off from Elizabeth’s sewing machine.

 “Mommy? Can you show Lizz Lizz and me how to work your Cricut machine and your Glow Forge?” Katie meeped over dinner later that night. “We want to make our own jewelry!”

 “I don’t see why not,” I hummed as I took a bite of my steak. “Tomorrow though- I’m tired and really want a good night’s sleep.”

 “How can you be tired? You didn’t do anything all day today!” Katie pointed out as she pushed her now empty plate off in front of her, signaling that she was done eating.

 “It’s just something that happens a lot of them time when my mind starts spinning uncontrollably,” I told her in a gentle tone of voice, allowing her to step into my side and wrap her arms around my neck.

 “Oh okay. I don’t understand it, but I love you, mommy.” She kissed my cheek before taking her plate into the kitchen to be washed off and stuck into the dishwasher.

 “Mamamamamamama…” sleepily babbled Baby Tommy, almost sound asleep in my arms. “Mamamamamamama…”

 “Oh, are you sleepy now Baby Tommy?” I cooed. “Come on, let’s tuck you into bed.”

 “I’ll help sweetheart!” Peter offered me, asking if the girls needed any help.

 “Nope, we got it under control daddy,” Elizabeth told him, taking up a towel as she got ready to wash the dishes. “You take mommy and Baby Tommy up to bed now.”

 “Okay,” he hummed before ushering me up to our bedroom for the night.

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