#THE GENTLE SMILEEEE

[dollya-robinprotector]

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Response to this post, since were playing Swap AU Pingpong

Pspspspspsps more swap robin food for you @dollya-robinprotector

[patientfocusly]

i was thinking of moving shiro over to my steve to create a multi ( kinda ) since i pretty much write with / follow the same people on both blogs, but i’m worried shiro and steve will just............... M E R G E

[lipstickbisous]

plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it. 

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit. 

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?” 

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?” 

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think

[tired-biscuit]

Maybe it's just me but I think we all need some morning after Kiba. He wakes up next to you to see you asleep, sunlight shining across your beautiful skin and he starts gently tracing his fingers across your back, kissing your skin softly until you wake up. At which point he feels so fluttery inside and doesn't really know what to do except stare at your eyes and take in your pretty smile and messy hair. Which is really cute to see because the night before he was so filled with confidence and dominance as he marked you up and fucked you out, but now he is just a blushing mess full of adoration for you. His morning voice is so husky as he kisses your face lightly and asks if you need some breakfast. You both agree you should get up, but end up staying in bed together for another hour, cuddled close together and talking softly. You finally have to get up when Akamaru comes in and starts licking Kiba's face demanding to be fed. You get up and wrap a sheet around you to cover yourself, to which Kiba "accidentally" tugs on to remove before winking and leaving the room, the little tease that he is 🌺

I NEEDED THIS

god, i'm feeling so down and this made me smileeee!! i just want kiba to place his hands on my shoulders and shake the sadness outta me, fr. to go all like: "what the fuck are you stressing yourself out 'cause of weirdos like that, c'mon" 🥺

everybody needs a fluffy kiba in their life. he'd be gentle in the gruffest way. and we love him for that, cos he's just some big, goofy dork. waaaa 😭

[atzrecs]

I tried fitting this all into the tags, but I can't shut up so it didn't work akdkd

IM APOLOGISING IN ADVANCE FOR THESE TAGS BC SODIDK IM SORRY IM DOWN SO BAD IF YOU READ THESE IM SO SORRY

THIS IS MY INNER MONOLOGUE / FEEDBACK IM SORRY IT SEEMS LIKE IM COMMENTING ABOUT EVERY PART IDK WHEN TO SHUT UP

''the one who smells like winter but has the eyes of a smoldering flame spreading to a forest fire'' oh god this is so accurate it hurts just the thought of those eyes 😩

BUT THE WHOLE OPENING PARA ACTUALLY THE MENTION OF HIS HANDS 😩😩😩 AND HIS DRESS SENSE 😩😩😩 lord am I whipped

Anyway

New piercing equating to heartbreak oh dear I hope his ears don't fall off 😭 he so cute please yes he not mysterious he a silly lil boy I love him

I'm so whipped I can tell this fic is going to make me worse djdjd

Oh the description of reader adjdjeje I feel seen

The way he looks at reader🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

and then ''You feel like you're not a person meant to be looked at this way'' 🥺🥺🥺☹️ oh

NOOO NOT A SMILE THAT IS SOFT AND ENTIRELY FOCUSED ON YOUUU IM DEVASTATED

''The one thing in the world you hate, he gives to you and makes you feel as though you don’t hate it nearly as much as you did before meeting him.''

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 stop it now

LOL I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELYYYY ABOUT THE CITY HAVING THE MOST WONDERFUL AND SHITTY VIEW

''It’s not my fault that it always feels like a first date with you.'' IT IS YOUR FAULT BITCH STOP DOING THIS TO ME WITH YOUR CUTE ASS 😭😭😭

The not liking his coffee convo is so cute so domestic I can't do this

iF yoU doNT LiKe iT yOuD sToP LetTiNg mE TAkE yOU OuT RiGHt OH SHUT UP YOU COMPLETELY ADORABLE CORRECT SMARTASS

Oh he looking for confirmation 🥺

''tucking himself into the smallest version of himself as he huddles into his oversized sweater'' okay this image broke me 🥺

You’ve made it clear that you expect nothing from me.”

''You nod, but tilt your head in question as your own eyes follow his gaze to the moon''

''So, it makes me want to give you everything''

Oh gosh... oh wow oh gosh op why would you make him say that I am FEELING THINGS

Melting is right 🥺🥺🥺

''Kind of want this to be the last first date'' I'm sobbing why is he so fuckin cute this is unfair

LOL WAIT NOT THE MISUNDERSTANDINF AKDJEJEJ omg I understand his dumb shit in important situations 😂

''You let him fuck that up and now you’re smiling at him and he can’t help but let his heart swell three times its original size'' adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺

''You’re somehow right there with him even if you feel like you’re on two different pages of two different books'' 🥺🥺🥺🥺 why is everything so cute op I'm so 🥺🥺🥺

NOT THE POINT OF GENTLE MOUTH AND JAW KISSES AND OFFICIALNESS DOES READER GET RID OF DOUBTS😩 PERFECTION HIS KISSES MAGIC

''you feel loved for the first time in a long time''🥲🥲🥲🥲 oh hongjoong

''you felt safe and at home when his hands were roaming your body'' oh 🥺 to have the trust that hands that aren't yours will handle you with care IM SO DKDKDK😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺😩😩😩😩

NOT THE INTERTWINING FINGERS AS YOU KISS OP WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGG TO ME 😩😩😩

''His lips are curled into this permanent little smile that tells you otherwise'' his smile his smile his smileeee

HONGJOONG NOT PUSHING FOR MORE HONGJOONG CONTAINING HIMSELF HONGJOONG GOING AT READERS PACE AND BEING SATISFIED WITH THEIR KISSES HONGJOONG ASSURING READER THEY DONT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING MORE HES SO LOVELY I CANNOTTTT

''glancing down to your lips again as if he already misses them'' oh im getting butterflies pls

Not 😩 the 😩 throaty 😩 groan

NOT THE DENIM AND THE RAWNESS OH NO AKDKDK

Shy joong not wanting you to see him when he takes his sweater off🥺🥺🥺

Oh that whole little part about him being shy and reader showing confidence 🥺 and he saying how can he not be 🥺 that was so 🥺🥺🥺

OKAY OKAY IM SO DIZZY OP

THE INTIMACY YOU HAVE CREATED THE SHEER HOTNESS AND BUILDUP FROM GRINDING AND TOUCHING IS DRIVING ME INSANE

BUT THE MOMENT BFJSJD TOUCHING HIMSELF 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 STROKING HIS PRECUM ON HIMSELF AND WATCHING THE DARK SPOT 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 LORD

His soft instructions and sweet check ins making sure you're comfortable oh oh oh 🥺🥺🥺

Sensory overload is right 😩😩😫

He’s riding off of the pleasure he’s giving to you - A KING YOU WROTE A K I N G

Forehead kiss while he's deep inside 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

SWATS HANDS TO DO IT HIMSELF AND HOLDING OTHER HAND THE ROMANCE THE INTIMACY H E L P

''Fuck, I can’t get enough of you''

''Let me take care of you''

Me = 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Oh wow. Oh wow I've finished I wished I didn't. I wish I could be in the gentleness you created for longer op

Wish I could relive it like I never knew the words you wrote and how beautiful a world you crafted

I wish I could fall in love with the joong you wrote all over again

That was amazing oh the butterflies and all the feelings you evoked and the cozy atmosphere you created and the humour and realness of it all

How natural and human you made not just hongjoong but reader too

Thank you so much for this 🥺

philoselene (k.h.j)

You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.

or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog. 

WORDCOUNT― 6.2k

PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader 

CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut

NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry. 

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[nailahhayati]

It is fine if you are not a romantic type, but please be the gentle one.

Smileeee

[kristinamae093]

Ndksjdkskkc 😍

LOVE ASKLLDFKJA😍😍😍🥹LSDKJFL

I love Liam just gawking at Kyla throughout the whole dinner like

Right?! He is a goner, already ���🤣 (I LOVE THAT PIC LOLOLOL)

The “approved activities” made me giggle because this Connie gives zero fucks and I love him for it 😂

FACTS! He just wants to enjoy what little time he has left 🥹

LOLOL SHE SAID WILLIAM AGAIN

She does it at least once a chapter, if not more lmaooooooooooo. It's funnier when everyone else (like Liv, Max, and Drake) starts doing it too, lmao!!!

I love that he’s so grossed out 😂😂😂 I’m cackling

He's still not used to this Constantine. He's always been such a hard ass, I don't think Liam's really used to his new personality yet, lolol

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! He knows it’s Connie, and he puts up with it and ACTS pissed and aggravated because it’s BRINGS HIM JOY 🥲 Stop it 🥹😍

HE DOES ASLDKFJASDLKFJ. He's willing to do anything to ensure he's not sitting around being all sad, and I love him so much more for it lolololololol.

Listen this gave me heart palpies 🫠🫠🫠 I love him so much sjksheajjdwkdjkejfwknd

HARD SAME on BOTH NOTIONS lol! He's so sweet and gentle and caring and UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH 🥹😍🤤🔥

STOP! WITH A TEARY SMILE 🥹😭 Hdksjdkskdkkd I love good Connie so much! And this story and you! 🩷🩷

YESSSSS WITH A TEARY SMILEEEE!!!! He's a man with a plan!!! I too love good Connie too! He's so different from his usual HC, I really like taking him to the other side of that and making him the most lovable character, lol.

MA'AM I LOVE YOU MORE and you have NO IDEA how happy I am that you're enjoying this story my dear friend! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Here Comes The Sun ☀️

Here Comes The Sun - Part Five

Catch up here.

Series Title Song Inspiration - Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

Book - TRR AU

Pairing - Liam x F!OC (Kyla)

Series Summary - Two lost souls longing for hope stumble upon each other in a random encounter. When fate brings them back face to face, can what should be a devastating situation end up bringing the sunshine back for both?

Chapter Summary - Constantine and Kyla plan their next adventure; Liam gets to know Kyla and makes a request.

A/N - This takes place two years after the end of book three, but Constantine lived. TRH is non-existent. Please excuse any errors found.

A/N 2 - I am participating in @choicesflashfics with prompt number three, “Stop doing that, you're freaking me out!” which will appear in bold.

Word Count - 2500

Warnings for this chapter - mentions of abuse, trauma, hoarding, language.

Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Dinner thus far was pleasant, Regina and Kyla hit it off from the jump. However, Liam found himself completely transfixed by Kyla; the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, her fluid American accent with a certain twang, how she animatedly spoke with her hands; everything about her intrigued Liam and continued to draw him further in. 

"After the library, Kyla and I went and raced cars by the gate."

"Constantine! How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?! I’m beginning to consider that scooter of yours as a mistake!" Regina exclaimed. 

"Relax, the cars were on the other side of the gate, I was inside. For what it's worth, I beat a few of them." Constantine proudly smiled as he turned his attention to Kyla. "Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun, actually." 

"Well I'm glad the two of you had a nice time today, but perhaps I should leave a list of approved activities." 

"I am not a child, Regina. I am a grown man on borrowed time. If you will no longer allow me to assist in meetings pertaining to the Crown, I must find my own ways to pass the time." 

"All I said was you should spend your time doing things you enjoy, like reading or sailing." 

Constantine's face lit up and he turned to Kyla with a hopeful expression. "Perhaps for tomorrow's adventure, you'd fancy a trip on the water?" 

"Sure, whatever you want." Kyla shrugged.

"Marvelous!" Constantine clapped. "It's been a while, but I'm sure we'll be fine. Have you ever sailed?" 

"No, sir, I haven't."

"Ah, not to worry! If today was any indication, I'm sure you'll be a splendid first mate." 

"Constantine William Augustus Rys! You will take a crew to man the boat with you, or you will not be going." Regina eyed him sternly. "Am I clear?" 

“Regina–”

“Liam, back me up on this.” Regina pleaded. He didn’t respond but continued to sit and gawk at Kyla silently chuckling to herself. “Liam.” She repeated. 

Kyla slightly turned and saw Liam nonchalantly watching her. She leaned over and whispered, “Hey, I think she’s talking to you.”

Liam realized he had been caught and couldn’t hide the subtle flush of color that crept up his neck; he picked up his drink and took a generous swig to try and cover it up. Kyla noticed, which caused her own cheeks to heat. 

“What were you saying?” Liam asked as he regained his composure. 

“I was telling your father he is forbidden from going out onto the waters without a crew.” 

“No. Absolutely not.”

Constantine's mouth dropped open. “Liam, I know how to sail–” 

“This is not a discussion. Matter of fact, you should probably stay on dry land, anyway.” 

“Now, listen here, young man. I am still your father, and–” 

“I am your King,” Liam smirked. “I trump your fatherly claim.”

“I don’t know whether to be aggravated you’re using your status over me, or proud.” Constantine chuckled. 

“Maybe we could go fishing, instead. We can be near the water, but it's technically on dry land, as William required.” Kyla suggested.

“Now there’s an idea… What do you say to that, mother? Father?” Constantine asked Liam and Regina. The two shared a look before they relented with a subtle nod, both hiding their smiles. “Splendid!” He turned his attention back to Kyla. “You’re quite the negotiator.” 

Kyla shrugged. “What can I say? I figured something was better than nothing.” She laughed. 

Constantine looked back and forth from her to Liam, who was once again fixated on Kyla, with a smile. It was short-lived, as he coughed rather forcefully. He reached for his drink in front of him, Regina watching with worry etched on her face, but Constantine swallowed and waved his hand. “Don’t look at me like that, Regina. I’m fine.” 

“I know you feel fine today, but–”

“But nothing. I feel great.” 

“Today, but tomorrow is–”

“No more of this nonsense. You worry too much.” 

“And you don’t worry enough, Constantine.” 

“I’ve spent my whole life worrying, now I can count on you–” He bopped her nose "–to do it for me.” 

Regina sighed. “You are lucky I love you.”

“I know how lucky I am, and I thank God for you every day.” Constantine grabbed her hand and kissed it. 

Liam groaned with a grimace. "Please, stop doing that, you're freaking me out! Were you replaced with a robot of some kind when nobody was looking?"

Constantine chuckled and moved his arms in a mechanical motion. "Meep-morp." 

Everyone at the table all shared a laugh before Constantine yawned. "Well, if that's settled, perhaps I'll retire for the evening. Kyla and I had quite an eventful day, and I am beat." 

Regina stood from her seat. "I'll help you get ready." 

Kyla quickly shot up from her spot as well. "I can do it if you'd like, ma'am. It is my job." 

Regina chuckled and patted Kyla's shoulder as she passed. "That's quite alright. You've been here most of the day anyway, and it sounds like my husband has another excitement-filled day planned for you tomorrow. You go get some rest." 

Kyla watched the two of them walk away; Constantine looked back at her with a grin and a wink, then they were gone. The reality sunk in that she was now left alone with Liam, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, she just didn’t know if she would be able to resist his charms without a distraction. 

She turned around to look at Liam, who was once again staring at her, but he suddenly snapped his head over to the left of her to observe a planter. Kyla shook her head with a grin, reapproached the table, and sat down beside him. A silence quickly settled between the two; comfortable for Liam, but Kyla couldn't help but feel anxious. “So… I still have a job, right?” 

“Of course! Why wouldn’t you?”

Kyla shrugged. “I don’t know… I just thought maybe you realized you made a mistake or something.”

“A mistake?” Liam was momentarily taken back. “No! My father is incredibly happy! He's hardly been out of his quarters since his diagnosis! This is the most active he’s been in weeks!” 

“... Really?” 

Liam nodded. “He just… gave up hope for a minute... I know I seemed annoyed by his actions throughout the day, but it's only to appease him. I don’t care that he rearranges books, nobody does. And honestly, the sight of him on that scooter is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen. He is welcome to interrupt any meeting wearing that helmet.” Liam laughed. 

“What about your burnt eggs?” Kyla’s hands immediately flew to cover her mouth.

“That was him?!” 

Kyla waved her hands in front of her. “No! Forget I said anything!” She said between giggles. 

“Forget I shall not; revenge I shall seek.” Liam retorted with a mischievous grin.

They laughed together for a moment, as it died down Kyla asked, “So why do you do it, then? Get upset?” 

Liam sighed. “If I don’t give a reaction, he leaves feeling unfulfilled and won't continue. At least this way, I know he’s out and about somewhere and not cooped up in his quarters just… waiting for his time to come.” He shrugged. 

“That’s very sweet of you to do that for him.” She smiled at him. Their gazes locked, that magnet working to pull them closer; Kyla cleared her throat and subtly fidgeted in her seat before looking away. 

Liam quickly realized he was once again staring at her, but this time stopped himself. “Listen, Kyla… I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable in any way today. I just… I can’t help but feel this connection to you… I want to get to know the beautiful woman who’s helped me more than anyone I’ve ever met.” 

Kyla’s cheeks flushed at his statement, which part she was unsure of. “There’s not much to know.” 

“I beg to disagree. For starters, do you have a middle name?” 

“Margaret.”

“Kyla Margaret Watson. That’s a beautiful name.” 

“It was my grandmother’s… Margaret, not Kyla.” 

“I see.” Liam nodded. “What about–"

“Ah ah ah–” Kyla interjected. “Rules, remember?” 

“I know… but… you already know so much about me, Kyla. Especially now, since you know what my job really is. If it’s okay, I’d like to focus on you…” Liam trailed off with a hopeful, yet reassuring expression. 

Kyla crossed her arms over her chest and considered it. Truthfully, Liam had been very open with her since the moment they met, even more so after learning of his true status; she chose not to do the same. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, because she did. But she remained uncertain if Liam would look at her differently or not. However, when she met his gaze, her chest filled with a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time; she felt like he might actually care, which wasn't something she was used to. 

“Okay.” Kyla answered before she could talk herself out of it. “Two questions.” 

“I’ll take it.” Liam smiled. “Why did you come here? I know I asked you that night at the bar, but I can’t help feeling like there’s a story there…”

Kyla knew it was coming, yet the question still made her breathing increase. She looked away from Liam and remained silent for a long moment. Just when Liam was about to apologize and retract his question, she spoke in a quiet voice. “I was in a bad situation and needed to get out… But ending up in Cordonia was all happenstance, honestly. I just bought the cheapest ticket I could find to get as far away as possible.” 

“Can… I ask what happened?” Liam saw her hand start to tremble on the table before her and mindlessly reached out to grab it. He squeezed and ran his thumb over her knuckles. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But regardless, I want you to know I am here for you.”

Kyla swallowed thickly and let out a breath of air. “I lived with my mom most of my life, but she died when I was nine… I was sent to live with my dad, who was a raging alcoholic and a chronic hoarder… He is not a nice man, to say the least. It started the day after my mother died, the day I went to live with him. He was upset I was even there, but the state didn't care, they just needed someplace to drop me off. He spent that first night screaming at me to leave, so I did; I didn't know where to go so I slept outside until he opened the door again.

As I got older, he got worse. He wouldn't take care of me, wouldn't take care of himself, so I had to do it. He refused to work, so our utilities would get shut off all the time if I couldn't pay them, which only made things worse. I started taking odd jobs a few weeks after I moved in; mowing lawns, cleaning, anything to make even just a few dollars. Most of the time it wasn’t enough, but I could at least get some food for the two of us… I left because he got really drunk one night and came after me. I was just trying to clean up; he got irate because I threw something away that 'wasn't trash', and completely lost his mind." She shook her head as memories started overwhelming her. 

Liam was quiet for a long moment as he processed what Kyla said. It broke his heart to learn this information, but at the same time it made him feel significantly closer to her. Kyla, on the other hand, took Liam's silence as a sign he was disgusted in her. She quickly stood from her seat and said, "I–I'm just gonna go. I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

"Wait!" Liam hollered as he shot up from his seat. "I'm glad you told me, I'm just… I'm shocked." 

Kyla sighed. "I know, it takes a really shitty person to abandon someone when they clearly need help doesn't it?" She half-heartedly laughed and looked away, but Liam saw the tears dancing in the corner of her eyes. 

Without a second thought, Liam gently pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. After only a moment of hesitation, she melted into him. Kyla bit her lip and took deep breaths to keep herself calm; this was the most she had spoken of her father out loud in years, but she refused to let that wall down and leave herself entirely vulnerable. 

“I'm so glad you got out.” Liam whispered into her hair. "You didn't deserve any of that, and you shouldn't feel bad at all, Kyla." Kyla didn't respond, but he could feel her nodding her head against his chest. “If you ever want to talk about it, I’m always here for you, I mean that.” 

Kyla drew herself back from his embrace to meet his eyes. The second she did, she knew she was doomed. Liam’s hands moved from around her to cup her face and he wiped the lone tear that escaped; his gaze alternated between hers and her lips as he inched closer. His eyes fell shut, but right before he made contact in a strength of God moment Kyla whispered. “What are you doing?”

Liam’s eyes shot open. He searched her stare and saw everything flashing in her gaze; panic and sadness showed most prominent, but along with it were flickers of the longing he felt reflected. “Kyla… I–I know you feel this connection, too… I’ll be as patient as you need, whatever you need… but, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you, and then you walked into my office that day and I don’t think that’s a coincidence; I think that’s the universe telling us to take a chance and see where this could go…” 

Kyla’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn't deny the obvious connection between them, but remained hesitant to open herself up further. However, as she stared up into Liam’s intent gaze, she suddenly wanted to confide in him; everything, down to the nitty gritty details that kept her awake at night. On the other hand, she was nowhere near ready for that wall to crumble.  

“I do feel it too… there's just –  it's a lot…” Kyla spoke just above a whisper. 

“I just – I just want a chance, Kyla. We don’t even have to put a label on whatever this is. Spend some time with me and let's see where this could go…” Liam trailed off with a hopeful expression. 

Kyla bit her lip as her eyes filled with tears. He looked so genuine when he spoke, before she could stop herself she replied, "Okay.”

A wide grin crossed Liam’s face as he pulled away and dropped his hands to her shoulders. “Really?” 

Again, his intent gaze caused the overwhelming urge to drop that wall to come back full force. With all her strength, she swallowed that down; instead, she just smiled and said, “Yeah.” 

Out of sight, Constantine watched the pair in his pajamas with a teary smile. He had been listening from his hiding spot for quite a while, but couldn't bring himself to walk away the more Kyla spoke. 

There was something special about her; he couldn't place it, but he could feel it in his bones. When he heard her agree to Liam’s request, his heart nearly burst in his chest. He knew there was work that would need to be done but was content with the outcome of the evening. Tomorrow, he'll work on the perfect plan to pave the way for a brighter future, even after he's no longer around to see it.

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IF ITS NOT CANON IM GONNA CRYYYY. WHY WAS HE BEING SO GENTLE WITH THE ALCOHOL WIPES????? AND HE SMILED TOOO THATS LIKE THE THIRD TIME WE’VE EVER SEEN HIM SMILEEEE

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