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tiktokonaclock · 1 year ago

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The Siren and The Demon Chapter 4

Flash Forward

Gill woke up with pain on his waist and back. God, he was old, wasnt he?

He looked around. He had also woken up alone. Where was she? Had she left? Where had she gone? Why did he Feel so gloomy that he couldn’t find her next to him?

He pushed the white blanket aside and put his trousers back on. The sheets still had her floral scent on them, when he looked at the bed, he saw now messy it looked.

He opened the bedroom door and the smell of fresh coffee reached up to him instantly. He followed it to the kitchen.

And there she was. She put her hands on the kitchen bench, waiting on the coffee machine. She had a short, white and satin robe on. Her long, blonde hair was down; this was the first time he had seen her hair without the usually ponytail on. He had never realized how long it actually was until now.

Then she turned around.

“Hey" She smiled. "I was Just brewing us coffee.” Her hand got up and showed the machine. "I normally don't eat breakfast but I can prepare something for you if you want.”

Gill looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. His eyes were wide and his lips were left slightly open. "Uh, no.” He finally said, after realixing that she was waiting for an answer. "I don't eat breakfast either.”

“Okay then.” She said softly as she showed him the kitchen island. "Take a seat."

As he sat dawn, she reached up to the kitchen cupboards on her toes and took out two mugs. She was so light on her feet that it looked like she was walking on air. Her robe and nightgown were twirling around as she moved. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a slight smile on her face, if he saw it correctly.

This was not the woman he knew. The worman he knew was tough, tense and agressive; especially when she was treated agressively, mostly by him.

On that moment, the woman that he knew would be screaming at him, threatening him to accuse him of rape if he doesn't keep his mouth shut.

She would be crying because of her anger, not towards him, but towards herself. She would hate herself for being so “vulnerable" with him. For presenting her body to him, for allowing him to see it, and touch it. For giving him pleasure.

And the man that he knew would prove her point by making fun of her, and degrading her every way Possible.

But that woman and that man were left at the door last night. This woman was offering him breakfast and making him coffee, a treatment he hadn't seen from anyone.

She put his mug in front of him. Locks of her hair fell on his face, filling his lungs with her fresh, floral scent once again. “Here.” She slowly said.

It was just a stupid coffee. But the presence of this woman serving him coffee with ease in her every move was such a relief from his chaotic life that he felt like crying.

But he didn't. Instead, he turned his head up and gazed at her. She realized it and gazed him back.

“You don't regret it.” He said slowly.

“I don't." She replied, her tone of voice was so delicate, as if she was afraid of ruining that moment.

He held her hand. “Come" He said as he gently pulled her to his lap. She put her left arm around his neck as she crossed her legs. Her other hand gently rested on his chest. One of his hands grasped her by the waist, while the other went to her hair.

"Your hair is so soft," He said, gliding his fingers between her strands.

"You Seem so... surprised that I'm here..”She said as her fingers drew a small circle on his chest. "Do the girls you sleep with run away the next day?“

“I thought you ran away when I first woke up."

“I wouldn't.”

“I'm So glad that you are here, my dear.”

A soft smile graced her lips. He started to smile as well, unable to erase the expression off his face. Then the realization hit him like a brick.

He had Fallen in love with her last night.

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“Our scouts have reported that the second shield is operating at increased power. Tell me you've got a Strategy, Kazarina!" Barodius said agressively. Kazarina’s response was calm and confident: “If we increase Exocor's ability level to a class two, then regardless of the shield's strength, I am confident that Dharak will be able to crush it like a thin can.”

“Those are strong words, Kazarina."

Dharak said as he flew up to her. Kazarina leaned down towards him. “Yes.”

“And how long would that take?"

“Three days.”

Gill turned towards her, tossing his cape over his shoulder. The movement caused a wind that carried his woody scent to her. She tried not to be distracted by his perfume as he opposed her.

"Are you serious? Who knows what the Neithian Forces are doing while we sit here twiddling our thumbs. Emperar Barodius, I recommend that We strike back immidiately.”

She tumed towards him. "Did you hear me? The Shield is stronger than before, It would be a struggle for our troops to breach should they attack.”

“And whose Fault is that?" Gill pointed his finger at her.

Touche.

Kazarina glared at him. He was as frustrating as always. She wouldn’t be effected by him this much normally. But today was different, Today, he was boiling her blood.

Emperor put his hand up to shut them down. "Gill makes a good point. Every moment we we give the Neithians provides them with an increased advantage which we cannot afford. The fact is we must be ready to attack at any moment and we will do so Kazarina.”

"Yes sire,"

“I want you to lead a reconnissance mission so you can advise on our first strike point. Take Nurzak with you.”

“Me sire? Would’nt I be better-“

She was going to say that it would be better if she stayed behind to finish working on Exocor. Anyone could’ve done the mission, They were losing a day just because of their pettiness.

Gill Smirked. "How dare you question the emperor's orders? why don’t you leave strategizing to the grown ups, little girl?”

Kazarina inhaled a sharp breath. Her violet eyes were wide open. She could’ve used her powers on him right now. She could make him faint so fast, he would hit his head on the floor. His head would soon be lying in a pool formed by his own warm, dark red blood.

Or, she could make him her servant. She could make him do whatever she wanted. She could order him to jump off the balcony.

The reason she didn’t do it was because she respected their mission, and their cause. If it wasn’t Gundalia's destiny that was at stake, she would’ve made both of them her boy-toys already!

“I'm Just trying to do what's best for everyone. I'm not like you, you're Just trying to satisfy your pathetic ego because you cannot deal with the fact that yaur only competition is a woman.”

Gill Forced a laughed. "You are Just making Stuff up as you go."

"No, I'm not. You wouldn't be so intolarent of Me if I were a man." She leaned on, "If I Were a man, you would listen to me."

Gill shook his head to the sides. “Why are you so pressed? Are you on your period or something?”

Barodius couldn't help but chuckle as Kazarina rolled her eyes. "I don't need to be actively bleeding in order to be baffled by your idiocracy, Gill." She raised an eyebrow. "Also, I'm not your little girl.”

“Guys." Barodius said slowly, as they both turned to him. "Could you please shut up and do as you are told?"

"You allowed that worthless Mason to escape, and You lost to the brawlers?!”

Barodius asked.

He wasn't shouting, but Kazarina had never seen him so angry. Of course, right before this conversation she had been hauled off and thrown on her knees before the emperor in a not-so polite manner. So she didn't need any more clues on his aggression.

“I am so sorry Emperor Barodius.” She said as she put her palms on the floor to support herself. "Please Forgive me, I will do anything!”

Was this how Jesse and Lena felt?

The purple light of the electricity charging up on emperor's hand illuminated her face as she turned her head and looked at him.

She was willing do anything to escape punishment on that moment. Truly anything. But she doubted the emperor would want her on that moment, she was pretty ragged and did not look her best.

“You have already done enough!” He said. He didn’t look like he was in the mood, at all!

The electric shock flashed inside of her brain. It felt like a thousand needles were poking on her skin.

They didn’t even allow her to recollect herself. They just kicked her out of his study like a piece of trash.

She slouched, holding her left elbow with her right hand to ease her pain. She attempted to walk. She tried to suppress her grunt as she scarcely tottered.

She didn't know how long she walked. It could be only few steps, or it could be miles.

It was untill she had to physically stop herself from bumping Nurzak's chest. The idiot had no intention of getting out of her way.

"Nurzak." She Snarled. "What do you want?”

“I’m sorry I didn't get Mason." He said with a completely poker face. "But the pain of your punishment will pass.”

“Did you come here to offer me hollow words of condolance, or are you trying to rub it in? Either way. I don't have time for this, Nurzak.”

She turned her head up to look at him. God, he was tall. She hated to be unable to stand straight. She looked even shorter than her usual height. She hated it all.

“Actually Kazarina, the real reason that I came was to tell you that I'm leaving the emperor.”

She was suddenly interested. "Why should I care about that?”

“Because now that Gill's emperor's second in command, it seems like you need to hang your hat somewhere else. Quickly.”

“Ha. You don't beat around the bush, do you Nurzak? Okay then, consider us partners ih crime."

She said and continued to lotter away, without checking out his face expression.

She needed to reach her own room. She didn't want anyone else to see her in that condition. Only if she could reach to her room-

Her Feet had taken her to somewhere else.

Her Stomach burned as she knocked on the door. The pain was becoming unbearable.

Gill opened the door. Their eyes locked. It felt like the time had stopped on that moment.

Suddenly, her violet eyes started to fill with tears, blurring her vision. A single drop glideded over her face.

"I didn't know where else to go."

#bakugan #bakugan gundalian invaders #gill #kazarina #the siren and the demon #emperor barodius #gill x kazarina #ladies and gentlemen here comes the romance #lena isis #zenet surrow #jesse glenn #dont you love a good cliche #should I add trigger warnings tho #or maybe content warnings

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blaurascon · 1 year ago

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Took me way longer than I planned to put this together because I kept tweaking stuff but! please enjoy Hrravak, my tav that's absolutely taken over my head for weeks now

Cheers to @arcandoria for the base this was super fun to fill out!!

More about Hrravak & image credits below the cut

Hrravak started out as an adaptation of my Elder Scrolls character Harrava but she took on an entire life of her own and it's been a blast! I haven't put this much thought and effort into a character for going on 20 years - I've got an obsidian thing going for her and everything to keep her lore tidy. I'm more of a technical writer than a fiction/prose writer (her obsidian page is formatted like a wiki because that's what I'm most comfortable with) but I might give fiction a shot sometime - write proper fics about her history. Doing all this with her has given me a joy I haven't known in a very long time and I'm so thankful.

A brief history, up to the start of the game:

Hrravak was orphaned at a very young age by a plague. She was rescued by Priests of Ilmater from Baldur's Gate, who tended to her while she was critically ill. Once she was more stable, she was adopted by the retired adventurer, abjuration wizard, and apothecary Orn, a tiefling (who I have to write more about sometime).

At this point, Hrravak was a preteen who'd lost everything she'd known up to that point, got taken to a strange place by strange people she'd never seen the likes of before who speak strange languages she had never heard prior. She was, understandably, not very happy about the situation. Add onto that her budding Sorcerer power, and Orn had his hands full.

I don't have many specifics between this point and the beginning of the game, but the gist of it is Orn trying to find acceptable, healthy outlets for Hrravak's pain and growing power. He helped teach her to fight with words instead of fists (or fireballs), hence her skills with deception and persuasion.

After the abduction and subsequent tadpoling, Hrravak is terrified of course, but also embracing being away from Orn for once - she can finally stretch her legs and figure out on her own what she's capable of. The powers the tadpole offers are also very tempting...

I don't want to make this post 438 miles long though so I'll end her history here, if you want to know more I think my asks are open, I am happy to talk about my blorbo lol

The sheet is reflective of her stats where I currently am in the game, mid Act 1. I've gotten further with her before, but my save file absoluely thrashed itself *somehow* so this is a re-start lol. I fiddled with her stats a bit this time - she was default 8 str before, but I shimmied some points around to give her 10 - she'd have had to work hard to get to the equivalent of 10 given the side effects of recovering from plague, but it fits her better than 8, I think.

I really dig the idea of Dragonsoul Heirs (from 4e I think?) so I'm pulling some of those concepts for her, mostly that as she develops her draconic powers, she changes - hence her silvering scales, those developed over time, and after a molt, her scales are entirely black until the top layer is worn down.

Her alignment being Chaotic Neutral (Good) draws on the idea of Alignment Tendencies - specifically the "not quite neutral" flavor; she is Chaotic Neutral but has a tendency to favor Good actions.

My brain's starting to fizz out so I think this is a good end point for this long heckin post ahhah

Anyway, image credits:

https://unsplash.com/photos/brown-wooden-rack-with-brown-and-black-feather-J2_nIEkIpRM

https://unsplash.com/photos/closeup-photography-of-glass-ball--i4C0vCugS8

https://unsplash.com/photos/clear-glass-bottles-in-brown-wooden-box-oduOp0RlPf8

https://unsplash.com/photos/gray-floral-metal-jewelry-box-A9sGR4Fo72k

https://unsplash.com/photos/white-and-black-leaf-plant-mHwdBObbgXs

https://unsplash.com/photos/clear-wine-glass-and-glass-bottle-8lC8lOyF2Ws

#bg3 tav #my tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 dragonborn #blau's oc hrravak #hrravak

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mangostarjam · 2 months ago

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to be fair to us both, i ALSO forgot about read mores and i use them for writing asdfkjlgkl

omg that's so cute... we're writing letters to each other... like pen pals !! i did save this to reply to for when i got on my computer bc i wanted to be able to yap freely HAHA and now it feels even more like writing a letter

it does make me feel like i'm cosplaying an adult (i am an adult) (legally anyway) when i mention my assistant lmao but it's really just the nature of my job that kinda requires me to have one! waiting for the day he can do things without me supervising and i can devote more brain space to all the things i wanna write for fun

panes con pollo looks SO DELICIOUS WHAT. omg i can't wait for you to learn it and have that in your back pocket! you're sooo lucky she's willing to teach you gah i love when people share recipes like that it's like a love language to me. i just laughed out loud at the image of you grinding up dried fig leaves and your bf like, sleepily rubbing at his eye to make sure he wasn't seeing things in the middle of the night HAHA

YEAAAAAH BUDDY okay honestly you can spell cambodian food however sounds right to you and i will most likely get it and will not be offended LMAO i don't think english letters really gel well with khmer sounds. anyway that sounds so bomb. clay pot pork belly... was it like. kaw sach chrouk? oh but with prahok... hmm... INTERESTING i wanna try that it sounds pretty good! absolutely i will share if i think of anything helpful!! ah but while i have recipes in my head, my family does a lot of freehand instinctive cooking (and i didn't grow up in the kitchen, so i've been sticking to baking (thank you, clear instructions!) until i have the freedom to experiment in my own place) [insert silly family trauma backstory here] but ooh i fucking LOVE samlor kako the pumpkin bits are my favorite! i can't believe i've found someone in the wild who loves prahok HAHA but if it was going to be anyone, it does feel like it would be you with your incredible tastebuds!!

i think we had opposite growing up experiences LOL i could not and would not shut up as a kid and now it's like... you've gotta be in my inner circle if you ever wanna hear my personal thoughts. i can do small talk and coworkers and whatnot just fine but good luck prying anything else out of me unless we are Vibing from the get go. omg though not class president!!! that's so big i'd be nervous as hell too!!

YES SHARE YOUR CANDLES!! i am currently banned from getting more candles but i recently got gifted the honeycrisp apple candle from trader joe's and i'm so basic but it smells SOOO good i'm burning it today bc i did a full bedding-sheets-blankets wash and flipped the mattress and worked out and showered and did a face mask and it's just. dreamy. okay though that nest holiday candle sounds DIVINE?? even if it's the size of a small trash can LMAO and i love that you keep it tied to the holidays!! this isn't a scent thing but now that i no longer work in retail (where holiday music would haunt me), i play n*sync's "home for christmas" album every weekend of december bc that's what i listened to as a kid and it immediately makes me feel like the holidays can be magical again.

oof okay i feel like i'm really yapping a lot right now but i love citrus scents any time of the year, apple and pear for fall, and green tea scents for spring. i'll dig out my candles sometime to give you a proper list haha but overall i don't tend to enjoy the really reaaaally floral scents (i do love jasmine though)!

also can i just say. i am about to go into your ask box to say this again but waking up to your comments and tags on my writing like. made me tear up. made me feel like i should keep sharing my writing if that means people like you will enjoy it!! with so much love in my heart (wow that sounds so corny but it's TRUE) thank you 💕

fuji!! how are you doing on this fine day lovely lady? i'm responding to our thread here bc idk what the etiquette is on reblogging long ass conversations on the same thread lmao so to be safe i'll just send u a new ask.

soupmates is so cute and i love when typos become canon jargon in friendships hehe. you've made me crave croissants again and i am wistfully thinking of how we have a rule that while we're in france, if one of us asks "what time is it?" the other is legally obligated to respond "croissant o'clock" and then we go find a boulangerie. this is how we end up eating 8 croissants/day whenever we're there.

wttcsms is on my deep dive list too!! every time i see them on my dash i'm like how does it feel to never be wrong? ack i've just been so busy that the only time i have to trawl tumblr is during my unhinged insomnia hours when i'm only half aware of what i'm keyboard vomiting lmao NO FILTER only screeching.

okay not mushrooms but this weekend i was busy running around the kitchen experimenting with my lil hoard of fig leaves! i made fig leaf syrup, fig leaf oil, and experimented with dehydrating and freezing the leaves for preservation. i also tested different ratios of toasted fig leaves and pandan in creme brulee and panna cotta so i could see how the flavors bloom in dairy in preparation for the idea i had for my cake. then i gave all the excess treats to baristas at our fave local coffee joints bc i'm not a huge sweet tooth and this was tew much dessert! after i found a ratio i thought worked, i made the cake except i'm afraid it's going to turn out hideous (it's still in its cake ring rn) but it's basically a first draft cake and i can refine it next time! you should see the notes i took on it. i always try to start with a neat plan and end up scribbling all over it with ideas and corrections.

tonight we've invited a couple of our friends over so i can do a fig leaf-inspired dinner with hamachi crudo with fig leaf oil, tomato bisque with fig leaf oil drizzle and crouton, slow roasted salmon in fig leaves (finished with a sear from our bernzomatic + searzall bc crispy salmon skin is life), and the fig leaf and strawberry cake. my friend also got cheesybf a new cocktail set for his bday so we can use the fig leaf syrup to make some nice gin cocktails or a fig leaf strawberry mocktail!

right now i'm munching on leftover crying tiger steak and nam jim jaew for lunch with jasmine rice that i steamed with some of the leftover pandan leaves for extra ~aroma. i still have a ton of leaves so i think i'm gonna make a pandan simple for my favorite matcha pandan lattes.

re: urls haha YES chopsticks are the best way to eat flaming hot cheetos and no one can change my mind. i always think of puffins when i think of my own username. those cute lil round birds. with like a lil cheese hat. i also associate you with apples now as we move into fall. but mentally my picture of you is a swirl of the colors in a kent mango, scented by mango skin by vilhelm and just a hint of kilian's apple brandy on the rocks. maybe a waft of mfk 724 and something like clean cotton or a soft white floral.

HAHAHA totally fair i just realized it was getting long maybe i should put my responses under a read more LOL

i'm responding a day (??) late (time is fake) bc i had to recover from how gorgeous your cake looked and sounded tbh. but i'm good!! my new assistant at work is picking things up quickly and has common sense which is sadly in short supply around here lmaooo

there's a vietnamese bakery in my hometown that makes the BEST croissants i've ever had in my life (though tbf i have not been to paris yet!) and they supply all the local taquerias with bolillo so they are Churning Out Breads but i cannot emphasize enough that it's like. a warehouse space. with a door on a side street and the price list handwritten and they only recently started accepting anything but cash. i love them. the croissants are huge and lightly buttery and delicious. i will now be declaring it's croissant o'clock any time we happen to drive nearby haha

wttcsms and dee my beloveds!!! on behalf of all writers though i will say no filter unhinged screaming comments/tags are GREAT to read. i hope your busyness is the good kind!! it's always lovely seeing you pop up on the dash or inbox or wherever but i hope you're having a good time here >ᴗ<

oh my goddddd your fig leaf experiments... divine. glorious. something about the description of "seeing how the flavors bloom in dairy" is just. dreamy?? you sound like a wizard creating your own magical spell book tome with your scribbles and notes and ideas (saying this in SUCH a complimentary way). crispy salmon skin IS life i just had some last night hehe i had to look up crying tiger steak and nam jim jaew but YOOO this reminds me of duk prahok... yum. and oh my god crying tiger steak is like. a summer staple for us. i never knew it had a NAME. not to over share but my family is from cambodia and i have so many recipes in my brain that i just figured were things my dad created LOL

AND I LOVE PUFFINS!!! in like second grade i did a report/presentation on puffins unprompted unsolicited to my class. i read a book about them and was obsessed i wanted everyone to learn about them (yes i am/was a nerd) (bless my teacher for letting me present lmao). and i do love apple scented things mmm. one of my favorite candles ever is autumn air from elder&co (notes of wild apple and pear and fallen oak leaves). i'm so glad it's getting cloudy and cozy season is coming bc i can light my candles without feeling too silly. do you have any favorite candles?? oh these other scents are SO GOOD. i love that!! brb going to find a way to smell these immediately

#🥐🧀

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corrodedhawkins · 2 years ago

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We all know at this point I don't care anymore this is the closest I've been to finally writing something again in over a year&I don't wanna stop it's so much funnnn

Right so, men who wear a nice aftershave or cologne are *chef's kiss* alright but a pretty girl that also smells good??!!! That's god tier to me.

And I just imagine best friend!Eddie loving your smell. Not your shampoo, or lotion, he's refined enough to keep these apart after years of knowing you (&mby having used your shampoo once or twice while staying over), bit he loves the scent he can inhale when hugging you and his nose brushes the spot behind your ear where your hairline starts or the scent that drifts from somewhere when he's laying on top of you, chin resting on your stomach listening to you reading him LotR. If he could smell something for the rest of lives, it would probably be that, it would be you.

He's also noticed that it changes a bit depending on the seasons. He doesn't know that you're one of the girlies that switch up their perfume when the weather changes, a lighter scent for the warm half of the year and a heavier one for the colder months.

Now you've recently run out of your previous winter scent and decide to have some fun and get a new one, one that's a little more grown-up in it's undertones. And Eddie practically goes feral the first time he smells it. It's earthy and spicy and warm, but still has that floral tinge to it that in his brain is forever tied to you. He doesn't know what sorcery this is but the scent flodding his senses when he slid behind you onto your chair at lunch make it hard for him to focus on anything except the thought of you in his bed, naked, your perfume rubbing off on his sheets and invading his nose and -

He's scrambling up and away, realizing he had started to get hard and jeez he has been into you for a long while now but this is probably not the way you should find out -

It leaves you a little confused but you shrug it off, wanting to ask him about it later that day when you come over to his place. Which you do. Only you made the stupid decision to ride your bike here and one big fat cloud decided to open up exactly 5min before you reached your destination, leaving you soaked to the bone. Eddie tries not to stare at your chest, where your nipples are visible through two layers of clothing, that's how fucking soaked you are, just pulls you in and almost immediately shoves you into the bathroom to change into some of his clothes. You come out in one of his Hellfire shirts and a pair of sweats and for the entire evening you swear Eddie looks everywhere except directly at you. He drives you home that night in your dry-again clothes and when he gets back, falls into his bed restless. He's clutching the shirt you wore and he's confused, shouldn't rain wash away scents? and he's horny because god, it smells so much like your perfume it's driving him crazy. He knows he won't find any rest with a half hard cock and images of you spiralling in his brain, so he pulls down his pants and gets to work. He cums with his face buried into the shirt, a low guttural grown being muffled by the fabric. He loves and hates it at the same time, because now he will probably never recover from his crush on you. He swears to himselfnto not wash the shirt again.

Unbeknownst (is that a word?) to him, you're in your own bed, equally restless... hands buried in your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, a smile on your face - upon witnessing his reaction at school, you had reapplied your perfume on purpose after changing into his shirt. He constantly drove you crazy with his little lingering touches, teasing remarks and flirty gazes, so you had simply wanted do the same...

(pretty tame I think? I cam up with this while cycling to work this morning lol) 😘

Oh my god I fucking love this. Just-never stop sending me things k?

#ask

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tokusmuts · 3 years ago

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A day off (Chapter 1)

Characters: Hidden Male character x Suzuka Morita

Category: Anal Sex, Blowjob, Oneshot

Enjoy!

Today is Saturday - normally everyone's day off, but that shouldn't be included me because I still have to go to work as usual. Me and Suzuka Morita - my assistant or what I implicitly call the little sextoy are on the way to consulting some onsen bathhouses for design to create a separate bathhouse for my company. And also to visit the area, the two of us chose to wear kimonos (actually is her opinion). Some street photographers asked us to take a couple-style picture because we looked pretty together and they thought we were lovers but I refused because I understood that sooner or later my wife will know I have something with my assistant. Actually, we have also surveyed a few places, but I don't like any of them because they are too popular or nothing too outstanding. At that time, I wanted to go to sleep for a bit before continuing.

“Should we find a restaurant to eat some food now? I see you yawn a lot!" - Suzuka took the initiative to propose

"We should do that! I'm tired now!"

We went to a soba shop and sat there discussing a bit about the onsen bathhouses that we had come to. And it was also convenient to rate the food, maybe my company's onsen bathhouse should have a food stall?

“I think noodles is also a dish that customers will love to eat!” - Suzuka is in love with the noodles she just ate

“But if you eat something like this, you can only eat it after taking a bath or not taking a bath, not while taking a bath!”

“That makes sense, boss!”

"But I'd rather eat another dish!"

"What is it?"

“That's eating you, my assistant!” - I leaned close and whispered in Suzuka's ear

Hearing that, Suzuka seemed a little embarrassed because she was in a crowded place. She also had to stay close to me so no one could hear

“You ate me all the time! And your wife still doesn't know, does she?"

"That's right!"

"Nevermind! Let's go out of here, boss, and find a place to rest, and then we'll continue to survey in the afternoon."

We went to a fair high-rise hotel in the area, the room is traditionally designed and has a white bed sheet and two white pillows placed in the middle of the room on the ground. Fortunately, there was a refrigerator and some soft drinks inside, so I was able to recover some of my energy. As for Suzuka, she was stowing her suitcase in a corner and taking a yellow dress to replace the hot kimono. While I was busy concentrating on searching for some more baths here, my eyes had to be turned away from the computer when Suzuka started to take off her kimono and reveal her yellow lace underwear with drawings of blue floral print standing out on it, no wonder why she chose the yellow dress to match the color of her underwear to avoid a wardrobe malfunction. The underwear that hugged Suzuka's body, especially the panties, which show out her round butt. I had to run to hug her as soon as she picked up the dress.

"Come on! Are you hungry again?"

"By the time you're not wearing anything, I have to eat you right away!"

"Okay! But only one round! You still have to rest!"

"One round but as long or short as I want, right?"

"So has our fun ever ended, boss?"

Suzuka said that and then turned back against me and started kissing my lips passionately. Then I sat down on the bed and let her sit on my lap, her legs wrapped around my back and my hands on her bottom to squeeze and also to support her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sometimes pressed my head in to keep our lips together. Sure enough, Suzuka's lips were still a truly wonderful place to be immersed in forever. But she suddenly pushed me away from the kiss and put her hands in my boxers and started massaging my cock very slowly. Suzuka's skillful hands make each move up and down create a much higher stimulation

"Dear boss, why are you getting an erection so early today?"

"It's erected all the time, baby!"

"But the feeling is always fresh, boss!"

The shocks were increasing in both force and speed, my endurance was being tested to the extreme, when everything was about to flow, Suzuka seemed to have felt it too.

“Are you going to cum just now? Today my boss is a bit impatient! But that's even better! I want your sperm so bad!"

Then she took off my boxer pants, my cock was standing upright and waiting to shoot sperm. Unable to waste any more time, Suzuka put my dick in her mouth and kept clicking up and down, as if her mouth was made for a blowjob, her tongue gently separating the tip of my dick. and stimulate it by licking around it continuously

"I'm going to cum, baby!"

“Just cum, boss! Please shoot all the sperm of our love at me! I want them so badly!"

Suzuka didn't have to wait too long when my endurance was at its limit, sperm gushing out of her mouth, overflowing like a dam! Suzuka, after taking all of my sperm, still didn't forget to keep her mouth open and look up so that I could see the taste of our love in her mouth before she swallowed them down her throat. While I had to sit and gasp because I lost quite a bit of energy, but then quickly picked her up and pushed her down.

“From now on I will make you unable to stand and walk, Suzuka!”

I hold onto Suzuka's hands and we both indulge in another kiss, this one much longer and deeper, even Suzuka sometimes lifts her head a little to bring our lips together. But just kissing won't be enough, my hand slips right into her panties and feels the amazing wetness around her cunt.

"My Suzuka is also wet!”

“I want it to be wet even more.”

“As you wish”

External stimulation was no longer necessary, but I immediately entered the place that was tightening every time, she began to let out small moans. I didn't rush to kiss her again but looked at her wild expression on climax

“That's right…that's great…just a few more fingers, boss!”

For sure, one finger isn't enough for this girl to make the best quality moans. So that two more fingers were inserted into the continuously leaking cunt. The moans that were worth hearing now when Suzuka was opening her mouth all the way to moan, along with the breathless contraction my three fingers were experiencing inside her pussy, the sounds sticky when the three fingers were going in and out continuously mixing with the milky liquid that was covering the other fingers, but suddenly I pulled all three fingers while she was still moaning passionately

“What's wrong… what's wrong boss? Crash them in again!”

“But if it stays like this, all the juices in your cunt will stick to your panties.”

"Then quickly take it off for me and put those fingers in."

Her underwear slipped off her body and was thrown to a corner, where the wetness was only visible to me now. It would be a waste to use my fingers when it's this wet, so I quickly buried my face in it and licked it while letting Suzuka suck my fingers that were already soaked with juices from her cunt. Each of my sucks and licks made her whole body struggle continuously, even though her inner thighs were gripping my head, she also used her whole hand to press my head closer to her cunt. It's hard to see anything right now but just hearing her moans is enough to give me more motivation to work faster and harder under her crotch. What about my hands? Can't just let them have their free time, right? So I slowly parted her legs to make her pussy wider and also help me breathe a little easier, then those hands came forward and massaged her breasts, her hands were also clingingly take my hands and squeeze her breasts together in her incessant moans.

“I'm so happy… that's great boss…but now I want your dick inside me too…please boss!”

“Why are you in such a hurry, honey? You're about to shoot too!"

I sucked her cunt harder and harder, the moans were getting incredibly loud, hoping the neighboring rooms wouldn't have to hear these sounds. Actually, before going to the room, I asked through the reception and they made sure that the wall here is soundproof enough for the rooms to be able to sing karaoke comfortably without affecting the neighboring rooms, so the moans of Suzuka is still completely lying in this room

"I'm cumming…I'm cumming, boss!"

“Shoot it darling! I've been waiting for this moment ever since!"

I opened my mouth as wide as I could to catch the wave that spilled from her cunt, and as I expected, the juices gushed out from her pussy like a waterfall, soon filling my mouth. I swallow the juices slowly, savoring their wonderful taste while letting her gasp for a moment. But seeing her climax continuously has been my goal all along. So I couldn't let her rest any longer and put my dick straight into her cunt.

“Wait, boss….let me take a break!”

“You just said that you want to be like this! So I have to pamper you, right?"

I started having sex with her in a missionary style, each thrust made a dark but stimulating sound, the sound of skin squishing and touching made me more passionate. Her moans were turning into screams, so I had to lean down and kiss her lips before things got out of control, the moans were now just 'um' in her throat. I push harder and harder, my mouth can't hold it anymore, but leave her lips and moan with her

"I'm going to cum, Suzuka!"

“Me too, boss! I can't take it anymore!"

The two people in that spacious hotel room had orgasmed again, and she was tired that time, but my strength was still there. And so I pulled my dick out of her cunt, licked hers clean, and then turned her over so she was on her stomach, I spread her legs and slowly put my dick in her butt and again continued to push her hard. Now she doesn't have the strength to scream anymore, but that way we can have sex with peace of mind. I nudged her as I reached down and squeezed her breasts, the impulses resonating to help me fill her up one last time. I pulled out my dick and lay next to her breathing heavily

“At this rate…then maybe tomorrow…we will be able to continue the survey tomorrow…boss!”

“A day off is fine…or not!”

“No more sex today! I told you from the beginning!"

“Okay then! I'm just kidding!"

"Let's go to sleep boss, I'm going to sleep too!"

"OK!"

#suzuka morita #森田涼花 #toku smuts

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himitsu-luna · 4 years ago

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࣪𑁍˖՚༹⌒ Domestic chores with Nct 127 ⌒ ༹՚˖𑁍 ࣪

ᨳ☆‧˚Taeil

Taeil always feels kinda discouraged to start doing the chores, and he drags you along on procrastinating with him

"Come here, Y/N, stay with me a little bit more! Let's cuddle five more minutes, okay?". You agree, ofc, and you stay on the bed for a little too long, talking about the zillion things you have to do, but not having the guts to leave each other's arms.

When you start cleaning the house though, he really gets into it. No dirty spots and no dusty surfaces escape his strong hands.

He plays the most random songs, from classic music to heavy EDM, and you vibe together while doing the chores, bouncing with your brooms in hands and spinning your stained cloths in the air.

In the kitchen, he always gladly cooks for you. But after a long tiring day doing domestic chores, you both agree on ordering some food, spending the night just chilling, watching a movie in the middle of which Taeil probably will fall asleep.

ᨳ☆‧˚Johnny

Johnny is the one who organizes the chores at home. He assigns what each one needs to do, and there you go, his high energy overflowing from his body, encouraging you and providing you the ignition you needed.

"I clean up here, you clean down there" - he says with a suspicious smirk. You don't know if he is making fun of you or if he is being considerate.

He needs his coffee pauses, and he makes you take a break too. You talk about the most random daily things, which always leads to precious bonding moments, the kitchen getting filled with laidback laughs.

Then you continue your activities, in your own pace, jamming to some soft background music.

Johnny likes to offer you rewards. "If we finish this today, I'll buy us some nice ice cream, and then I'll take you to the movies. Deal?"

ᨳ☆‧˚Taeyong

Taeyong has the most endearing way of convincing you that it's time to do some domestic chores. "Y/N, come hereeee! It's time for a couple activity!! I even got us matching rubber gloves, look!"

He doesn't let you do heavy tough stuff though. But when you see him struggling by himself and run to help him, he gives you the most precious smile, full of admiration and gratitude. A cute "Thank yoou!" (yes, in his cute english <3) leaves his mouth.

But there's one thing about doing chores with him that is a bit trick: he loves to rearrange the furniture and decoration. It's always extra tiring, but you have to give him the credit for your house being so cool and stylish.

Taking care of your pets is something that consumes a lot of time, but Taeyong does everything with happiness and sparkly eyes.

He makes sure you have some breaks, to keep hydrated and to eat something. He will prepare you some sandwiches, while you start to plan a little trip to the grocery shop.

ᨳ☆‧˚Yuta

Yuta and you have this synchronicity and telepathy. You think "I guess it's time to sweep the front yard". You get your broom and everything, and when you step out the house, Yuta is already there, cleaning everything.

"Oh, you had the same idea! Well, you can...", he says. "Oh, I guess I will...", you start. "....do the laundry.", you two say at the same time, smiling at each other.

He tries to do things in "Marie Kondo style". He takes a long time folding your clothes, but it's worth the effort. Your wardrobe is a beautiful piece of art.

If he thinks something is dangerous for you, he definetely won't let you do it. Changing the lamp? No no no! It's not that he thinks you're not capable of doing things, he knows you can do anything. He just can't live with the possibility of you getting hurt.

After a day of hard work, you take a warm bath together, and stay in bed for the rest of the night.

ᨳ☆‧˚Doyoung

Like Johnny, Doyoung assigns the chores. He knows the things each one of you is good at.

But he is the type of person that sees you doing something, and automatically says "Wait baby, let me do it for you", or starts helping you, out of habit.

For example: you're doing the dishes, you wash part of the things in the sink, and then you start to rinse them. Doyoung takes the opportunity to sneakily snatch the dish sponge and, it's too late, he won't give it back to you. "Don't get used to it though", he says with a little grin. You grin back, because you lost count of how many times you've heard this same sentence.

You have a lot of plants at home, and Doyoung treats them like real babies. He even bought one for you, a baby tree of your favorite fruit.

Cooking is his thing, so he makes sure you have a nice, delicious and nutricious meal everyday.

ᨳ☆‧˚Jaehyun

Jaehyun will gladly do anything you ask him to do with the best of intentions, and he does his best to help.

He looks at the weather forecast to see when it's a good day to do the laundry, he sorts the garbage for recycling, he researches the supermarkets with the best prices, and does other little things that seem unimportant, but that are truly essential.

He likes vaccuing very dirty places. The satisfaction he gets from seeing the clean path that the vaccum leaves among the dirty is priceless.

But he is clumsy, so you know you can't let him get near the fragile stuff. So the kitchen is a little bit dangerous for him

If he can't help you with something, he makes sure to support you, like a real cheerleader. "Oh yessss honey! You're doing great, wow!That's my baby!!", he says, already massaging your shoulders.

ᨳ☆‧˚Winwin

Winwin sees you getting ready to start cleaning, and he asks you what he can do to help, while wearing your spare cute apron, which makes you smile like a fool.

He follows you and do what you do, ocasionally asking you if the things he is doing are good enough.

He is extra careful when hanging the clothes out on the clothesline, making sure to spread them well to avoid any wrinkles. He knows none of you like ironing, and also you burned yourself once, and he doesn't want this to happen ever again.

He spends a considerable amount of time making your bed, changing the bed linen, tyding up the sheets and smoothing the pillows, so you can feel good in a clean space and relax with him after working hard all day long.

ᨳ☆‧˚Jungwoo

Jungwoo is very good at domestic chores. He is a tidy and organized person, so things go smoothly in your house

He has the ability of turning every boring task into a pleasant and funny experience. Out of sudden you're having a broomstick battle. Out of sudden you're blowing soap bubbles. Out of sudden you're with white flour blots all over your face, after a spontaneous flour smudge battle.

For your surprise, he is excelent on fixing things. His creativity helps him a lot, along with a couple of YouTube videos and a degree on engineering.

Times just flies by his side, and you get surprised when you see the sun going down by your window, as he streches his back and says "we're finally done!", pulling you for a little celebration dance.

Jungwoo doesn't want to cook after doing domestic chores all day long. He orders an amount of food that could feed well ten people, and you eat a lot while watching some nice series.

ᨳ☆‧˚Mark

Mark always tries his best at everything. He knows he is a little bit clumsy, so he does things carefully. Thank God he has spider senses.

A chore that is supposed to be finished in ten minutes takes thirty to be completed, but it's completely fine, because you know it will be perfectly done.

He used to get confused with all the types of cleaning products, but he eventually learned about them all and now he knows anything's purpose just by smeling it. "Mmmm very soft floral smell, must be clothes soap/ Very strong and citric, I guess this is disinfectant" (pls people, don't be like this, it's dangerous for everyone!!!)

At the end of the day, he is so satisfied looking at your team work. You can see it on his little proud smile, while he runs an arm over your shoulders and distractedly kisses your cheek.

ᨳ☆‧˚Haechan

Haechan whines for two minutes before starting doing chores, but he is a man of action after all. "The sooner we start it, the sooner we'll finish it", he says to himself.

You play rock paper scissors to decide who will be the one that will do the unpleasant chores, like cleaning the bathroom and taking the garbage out.

But hearing your heavy sigh after losing for him makes him go "ahh ok, I'll do it, don't worry, but it will cost you twenty kisses!"

He doesn't stop singing while doing the chores. He is like a walking karaoke machine,he knows every song you ask him to sing.

When he cooks for you, you often catch him talking to his mom on the phone, asking her about that dish you liked so much the last time you visited her.

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Amoreena | Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluffiest fluff ever, jealous amoreena, jealous spencer, the LaMontagne family is in this too !!

word count: 3.8K

from the beginning <3

He went to work with Y/N on Tuesday to fill out all the paperwork and officially become an employee at the D.C Public Library. He signed a contract, he was switched over to a different government healthcare, answering a million calls and emails all morning, he was officially not an FBI agent.

They had lunch together in the park, buying some sandwiches and walking across the street to a picnic table to talk about their days while they ate. He liked her co-workers, they all were shocked to find out she was “married” to him after being single the whole time she’s worked there.

They had plans to go get Amoreena from school a few minutes early, before heading to meet his mother, not telling her about the plans unless Diana had a bad day last minute and couldn’t see them. So far, according to the nurses, she was lucid and having a great day waiting for them.

“So about yesterday morning,” Y/N changed the subject, biting her lip like she was avoiding this.

“What about it?”

“Amoreena really wants us to have a wedding, I was thinking we could go up to New York for fathers day and have another fake wedding?” Y/N hypothesized her plan, hoping for Spencer’s approval.

He couldn’t help but smile, about to answer when he got an email on his phone. “I’d love to do that, it would be nice to go on a vacation with just as the three of us.”

“You can check that,” she said, noticing he looked at his phone as it buzzed.

It was an email. Not from anyone he knew, it wasn’t about work or healthcare, it wasn’t his mom or Penelope sending him funny things from the internet…

No, it was from Taylor Swift. He tried his best to calm his facial reactions and micro-expressions so she’d think it was just something work-related. An emailed contract, updated health forms, nothing too serious.

To: Spencer Reid From: Taylor Swift Subject: Amoreena

Hey Spencer!

Portia reached out and said that your wife and daughter are huge fans and you were interested in some summer tickets in Virginia… I was thinking if you guys ever found yourself in Rhode Island you’d all want to come to my place, my doors always open for friends 💛 Love Taylor xx

“What?” Y/n asked, trying to read over his shoulder as he turned the phone away.

“It’s a surprise,” he said, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket to reply to her later. “Have you ever thought about a beach wedding? Rhode Island is pretty nice in June.”

She tilted her head as she bit back a smile, wondering what he was planning, “Amoreena will have us reenact the little mermaid 2 instead of Enchanted then, just fyi, but yeah that sounds fun, we should get a beach house on Airbnb for the weekend.”

“Okay, let me handle it all, you don’t need to plan a single thing, just show up with a dress?” Spencer offered, knowing how scared weddings made her now.

She kissed his cheek softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she leaned over on him, “nothing fancy or crazy okay?”

“Define crazy?” He teased her… she really had no idea what was coming.

To: Taylor Swift From: Spencer Reid Subject: RE: Amoreena

Thank you so much for the quick response and generous offer, we were thinking of having a small elopement in Rhode Island with just the three of us over Father’s Day weekend if that works for you? Seven is the song we danced to at our intimate personal wedding, however, Amoreena’s pretty sad she didn’t get to witness it, that’s why we’re having another one with her. (And hopefully you!) Thank you for making my girls so happy over all the years that I didn’t know them yet, you’re probably their favourite person in the world, even more so than me! It would mean everything to them to meet you or see you in any way, you’re incredibly kind for this.

Thanks again, Spencer Reid x

He tried his best to be as calm and nice as possible in his response, still managing to rant a little even in text format. It was just how he communicated, either not at all or all at once. He was so excited for Y/N and Amoreena.

“So you said your mom has a scrapbook,” Y/N changed the subject after Spencer spent 5 minutes in silence, turned away from her as he answered an email.

“She does, she’s going to show you a lot of photos of me today,” he smiled at the fact she remembered.

“I know you want to tell her about Amoreena alone before we come in, so I made her something for her scrapbook, it’s back on my desk drying,” Y/N was so precious as she got excited, that same giddiness he see’s in Amoreena bursting through her.

“Okay, let’s go see it,” he put his phone in his pocket and followed her back across the street towards the library.

On some beautiful floral scrapbook paper, Y/N glued an array of photos of Amoreena from the beginning all the way to the museum trip last week.

A photo of her first round of IVF, dated February 19th, 2013. Exactly 1 month after he donated, she must have chosen his sample as soon as it entered the system, even a photo of the sample jar reading “sample 2319”, A photo of her crying in the garden with her grandma when she found it she was pregnant, wrapped in a big coat and surrounded by snow. Her pregnancy announcement being a baby sock on a stuffed toy Sully from Monsters Inc, "new door opening November 2013!" Amoreena has been surrounded by references to books and movies since the beginning.

There was a photo from the moment Amoreena was born, crying and brand-new, resting on Y/N’s chest as she sobbed, more beautiful than he’s ever seen her before, completely in love with the child she made.

Amoreena Margery Y/L/N - November 13th, 2013, 9:53 pm 7lbs 12oz, 21 inches of perfection

“Her middle name is Margery?”

“Yeah,” she smiled back at his ever glowing face, wondering why it was so important to him. “Like Margery Kempe, my grandma’s favourite.”

“She’s my mom’s favourite too,” Spencer couldn’t help but laugh, it was such a strange turn of events. He saw so much of his mother in Amoreena just for her to have a middle name related to her.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, “I’m so excited to meet her!”

“I just hope she’s okay today, truly,” Spencer worried. “She is my best friend and a great mother, don’t get me wrong. But some of the things she did to me on her bad days were scary, and I never want Amoreena to experience that.”

Y/N pulled him into a hug, “it’s hereditary isn’t it?” He nodded against her shoulder as she tried to soothe all the impending anxiety out of his body. “I’m not going anywhere, she won't have to raise herself and care for you, that’ll never happen to her.”

She guessed, and she was right. Reading his mind like she’s already been in there and watched all his trauma, she knew all the right words and how exactly to push his feelings away. She was sunshine clearing his grey skies once more, about to cause a drought so he’d no longer rain on his own parade. Marching beside him, hand in hand into the future.

—

They waited at the gate of Amoreena’s school, none of the other parents were waiting yet, giving Y/N a chance to show Spencer around the yard and tell him about her school. “She’s in senior kindergarten, she has a November birthday so I opted to send her in when she was 6 instead of 5, giving me an extra year of home pre-school.”

“That’s why she’s so smart, not my genes,” Spencer smiled, walking around the edge of the gate with her hand still in his.

“They want her to jump right into grade 5 next year, I said no, she deserves a childhood with children she doesn’t have to compete with or see her as a threat,” Y/N voice was stern even in the recounting like she knew from experience. “Because she’ll be 8 in November she’s going into grade 2 instead, then she’ll be in the same age range and mental level, but all her friends she knows in grade 1 will be in the same recess yard as her.”

“I went from kindergarten to grade 4, then I jumped to grade 6 when I was 9 and I graduated high school at 13, it was terrible,” Spencer agreed, not knowing if he had a place in the decision but wanting her to know he agreed with it.

“Let’s go inside and get her,” Y/N smiled at him, understanding his meaning perfectly and dragging him into the school.

“Hello miss Ludlough,” Y/N beamed as she entered the main office with her arm tucked under Spencers, showing him off slightly.

“Y/N, good afternoon! Do you need me to call that little angel down early?” The secretary was a lovely older woman, wrinkled and happy as she smiled back.

“No, I just need to get some paperwork to put her dad in the files?” Y/N surprised Spencer with that and he almost stopped breathing.

“Really?” He whispered, capturing her attention as her eyes twinkled up at him.

“I’d like you on her emergency contacts, if they can’t get ahold of me I’d like you to be with her,” Y/N confirmed, patting his shoulder softly as Miss Ludlough handed her a few forms.

Spencer signed everywhere he needed to, handing them his licence to be photocopied into her file for proof when he picked her up in the future. He was glad to see there was a system, that they cared for his little girl and she wasn’t going to be going home with anyone who wasn’t in that file. And if she did he had no problem hunting them down and getting her back in whatever way he had to…

He shook the thought out of his head as it arises, reminding himself that that isn’t who he is now and she would be fine. They lived in a happy world where bad things didn’t happen.

Y/N’s hand rubbing his lower back helped, he stood straight again and pushed the papers over the desk, smiling as he officially became her father on 3 different sheets of paper. That was as real as it could get.

“Spence?” He heard an all to familiar voice from behind him.

Turning to see JJ and Will smiling with wide arms, waiting for his embrace. “What are you doing here?” She asked him, voice high as she was clearly shocked.

He walked into her arms and held her quickly, “I’m here with my wife,” breaking the news to her in the most casual way possible. “Picking up our kid.”

“Y/N?” Will noticed her then, “holy shit, you’re the wife?”

She nodded with a smile, hugging will quickly like she has known him for years, “how are you, cowboy?”

Spencer and JJ looked at each other incredibly confused, JJ clearly didn’t know her so how did Will?

“Will and I have been on what, 6 school trips together? Michael and Amoreena are buddies,” Y/N explained with a soft smile, “I knew Henry and Michaels's names sounded familiar…”

“Nini thinks I’m a cowboy,” Will laughed lightly, smiling at Y/N the way he did at JJ and something in Spencer almost snapped thinking about Will being the one person between him and the girl he liked, once again.

Only this time she was his wife and not the cute media liaison who had no interest in him until he came out of prison.

“She was very upset when she found out that Will was already married, she wanted us to be Woody and Jessie from toy story,” Y/N had no problem ranting about how their kids got along and how good of friends they had become over the last 2 years of school trips.

Y/N noticed the anxiety in Spencer’s eyes as he pulled away from JJ and made sure no one was touching him, “luckily, our little girl’s got the best daddy in the whole world now and all her dreams came true.”

“She sure does,” JJ agreed, “Hey, I gave your mom all those books you gave me for the boys, when you were away, so she had something to keep remembering you with, you should give them to Amoreena.”

“I will, we’re going to see her tonight,” he was able to push past the feelings and enjoy the moment of his friends meeting his wife, even if the title was just pretend.

“I’m so excited,” Y/N shook her hands the same way Amoreena did, stepping into Spencer's space and wrapping her arm around him. “Can we pick her up from the room Miss Ludlough?”

“Sure thing, do you want me to call down and say Mikey’s parents are here too?”

“Yes, please,” JJ smiled over the counter.

With the four of them walking down the hall together to get their kids, Spencer felt like he was sleepwalking. Too many emotions were running through his veins to feel real, but then Y/N took his hand in hers and rested her cheek against his arm as they walked and he was fine.

She tugged on his arm and waited in the hallway while JJ and Will entered the classroom first, “what’s wrong, she’ll know you’re upset?”

He sighs, shaking the stupidity out of his mind. “I had a huge crush on JJ before they got pregnant with Henry, and when I came back from prison she told me she had always loved me and it got weird for a bit and I’m still kinda mad when I see Will bond with the people I love.”

“I was wondering when you’d get possessive,” she teased him, “I’m yours and I wouldn’t have your ring on if I wasn’t, no matter how another man looks at me, I only love you.”

“I’m sorry, I know.”

“It’s okay, you’re not used to this are you?” She saw right through it. “Am I your first real girlfriend?”

“Kinda, Maeve and I never even really met until she was kidnapped,” he admits and it sounds so childish in his mind.

“Okay we’ll talk about this later cause that sounds like a good story I should know,” she tried to smile, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips softly before smiling more. “Let’s go get your kid?”

“Let's,” his smile returned.

They turned the corner into the vibrant room, Amoreena was talking to Will when she noticed Spencer at the door, running towards him and almost pushing Will over to do so, “Dad!”

He picked her up and snuggled right into the crook of her little neck, giving her the biggest hug he’s ever given and not realizing just how much he missed her until she was back in his arms again. His baby, the littlest life he’s ever held this close to his heart.

When he put her down he noticed all the women’s eyes were on him, hands over their hearts at the pure display of affection between father and daughter. They all saw him as her dad, they had no reason not to, giving him all the attention he’s never received before.

“What are you doing here?” Her tiny voice asked as she beamed at him with wonder.

He kneeled in front of her to get on her eye level when Michael came running over, “Hi uncle Spencer!” He tackled him into a hug.

“Uncle Spencer?” Amoreena’s brow furrowed as she scowled at the boy taking her dad’s attention, she pulled Michael back by his shirt. “That’s my dad!”

“Amoreena, honey,” Spencer tried not to laugh, she was definitely his kid, “Michels mom, JJ, is my best friend from work and I’m his older brother Henry’s godfather, they’re your cousins.”

She looked at him like he was insane, “what’s a godfather?”

“If anything bad happens to his mommy or daddy and they can’t take care of them, they’ll come live with us,” it was the simplest answer, “I’m not their father, I’m yours.”

She nodded and hugged him again, sticking her tongue out at Michael in the process, “why are you here?” She repeated the question.

Y/N was standing over him with a hand on his shoulder then, “we’re taking you to meet your other grandma.”

Amoreena started to shake with excitement, moving her hands and grinding her teeth as she smiles, shrieking with excitement, “I have another grandma!?”

JJ was watching from the corner of the room, secretly filming it on her phone for the rest of the team to see Spencer with his baby. A sight many of them never thought they’d ever see as he slowly lost hope, losing himself somewhere along the way and no longer wanting to accept their help. This was a big moment for the team too, their little brother was finally happy.

—

In the car, Spencer sat with Amoreena in the back seat so he could tell her everything about her new grandma. Or as Amoreena wanted to call her, Princess Diana, “I can’t believe you’re actually royalty!”

They all laugh at how her fantastic little brain works, “you can’t tell anyone that Princess Diana is in DC okay? It’s a government secret!” Y/N teased from the driver's seat.

“I’m like Princess Mia!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and Spencer was astounded she could be that loud.

“Okay, okay, not that loud! we can't scare any of the people who live here. They like it to be calm and quiet so the patients can be happy,” Y/N settled her down, “Dad is going to go in and tell grandma all about us for a little while and then we’ll go meet her okay? He wants to make sure she’s happy today before we go in.”

With that, they were pulling into his mother's care facility and he felt like he was going to be sick with excitement. He used to visit his mother with the fear of rage and disappointment in her eyes, he was too proud to let his anxiety take that from him today.

He kissed her forehead before getting out, Y/N handed him the scrapbook pages through the window and he leaned inside to give her a kiss too. Receiving a disgusted groan from Amoreena, he pulled away and walked into the building while they found a place to park.

She was waiting for him in the garden, sitting at a picnic table with her scrapbook and gifts for Amoreena. “Spencer!”

“Hey mom,” he smiled as he hugged her, “how are you feeling?”

“Fantastic, where is this family you made?” She was so ready to meet them, truly there inside her mind and willing to learn more about this life he was making.

“Sit down first,” he said softly, taking a seat beside her at the table and placing the scrapbook page on the table. “This is my Amoreena.”

Her fingers glided over the words, “Margery,” she repeated her middle name with a smile. “She has a sperm donor for a father?”

“I’m a sperm donor, mom,” he smiled softly as he broke the news.

She turned to him with shock, “she’s yours?”

“We think so, so that’s what we’re telling people, she’s mine regardless.”

Diana wrapped him up in another hug, “I’m so happy for you Spencer. You always deserved a perfect family, I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you. I hope your dreams come true with her.”

Just like that Amoreena and Y/N were rounding the corner and walking over towards their table. She had a huge smile on her face and a card in her hand, walking right up to Diana and handing it to her.

“Hi, grandma, I’m Amoreena,” she introduced herself politely before stretching her arms out for a hug.

Diana wrapped her up in the softest little hug, trying not to cry in front of her brand new granddaughter, which was fine because Spencer was the one crying. Turning away from them so Amoreena wouldn’t see as Y/N patted his arm with a smile.

They were fast friends, Y/N and Diana bonding over Margery Kempe and while Amoreena opened the two gifts Diana got for her, a simple colouring book and Spencer's original copy of Matilda from when he was a child. She sat down in the grass and read it while they all caught up, lost in her own little world.

It was the most perfect afternoon, just him and his family, happier than he’s ever dreamed he could be.

—

He checked his phone one last time before bed, Y/N was sitting against the headboard reading a book and so deep in the story, he knew she wouldn’t be able to read over his shoulder.

Scrolling through everything from the day to see that yes, there was a response from Taylor Swift. It felt insane, but he opened it and started to read her plans.

Spencer!! You’re so sweet, I’m sure you make them incredibly happy! I’d love to have you stay in the guest house here, and I’m ordained if you need someone to make it real and official ♥︎ let me know what I can do, I’d love to help in any way to make some fairytale dreams come true! Taylor xx

Smiling like an idiot, he closed his phone. He’d reply tomorrow, till then he was going to snuggle into his wife and appreciate their time together.

She lifted an arm to let him lay against her chest, “today she woke up and decided to be an explorer, the little girl with the wildest imagination stormed out of her home and towards the unknown part of her land. It was her destiny to travel across the bridge and unite the people beyond the field, towards the pond that was swallowed by willow trees,” Y/N read the grandmother's thoughts from the page.

“With her wooden sword, she sliced and diced on the ivy that surrounded the gate. Freeing the hinges and allowing the entrance to swing open, unlocking a new area of the world for her mind to wander.

“For what the regular human eye saw, Amoreena saw it times a million. Every colour and then some, new colours appearing in the morning glow as she stared at the dew on the leaves she just chopped through. She saw the world in a way that made everything exciting, there was never a bad thing, only good things with interesting quirks.

“She passed every mushroom and toadstool, every strange-looking tree and human-shaped moss ball, greeting them with a good morning as she strolled through the once-forbidden forest. Her adventure only beginning, the objective not yet known.”

“Your grandma could see the future,” Spencer whispered as she turned the page, “that’s our wonderful little girl’s mind in words.”

Y/N kissed the top of his head, “our wonderful little girl.” She repeated the words, loving the way they sounded on his tongue as much as he loved how she said it.

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ji-yaaan · 4 years ago

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Hello yan! I came from your hand holding HC and yandere malleus and i loved it so much! I really like your style of writing so i decided to ask, hope you don't mind? Can i get a secret order? A scenario of hugging leona while we talk in bed? What do we talk about and what happends? I'm curious to what you will make i'm sure i'll love it! Your added in my favorites now! I notice how you really like leona with your post and i saw your beautiful arts too! Merci!

•°•°•𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙧•°•°•

Leona Kingscholar x Reader Oneshot

Note: AHHHHH MY FIRST ORDER!!! Anon ur so sweet omg I'm dying- also I'm in your favorites? hOw? (Ó////Ò)? OK! Because I'm a biased hoe, and this anon is really adorable currently giving me a heartattack... It's Oneshot time babey~ ENJOY!!!!

[ “𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊 𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚄𝚙„ ]

Sunburst twilight painted the honey tinted skies as warm rays golden of light lit the rooms of the Savanaclaw dorms. With the tiny specks of dust that flew in the air and an occasional cool breeze that blew from the balcony, the place was quite comfy as tranquil silence enveloped the room. In between the linen sheets, lies you and the dorm head himself, Leona Kingscholar.

The lion held unto your waist tightly as he embraced you closely to him, taking refuge in your arms. His face buried deep in the crook of your neck as hot breaths tickled the nape of your neck. This afternoon siesta was a regular occurrence by now... but somehow, this one felt special...

Is it because of the bright hues that illuminated the room at dusk? Is it because of Leona's warm embrace that soothed you in between the sheets? Or is it because the stubborn prince is unexpectedly clingy today?

Eitherway, deafening silence echoed in the room illuminated by twilight. You felt your eyelids grew heavier with each second that passed, going drowsy from the humid, yet comfortable atmosphere that enveloped the room. You felt solace in this moment making your vision hazy,and your heart fuzzy....

Leona sleeping soundly in your embrace is not helping either, with each breath that escaped his lips... His heartbeat that fluttered against yours... The heat you felt in between leona's arms and the linen sheets...

Nothing is helping you stay concious.... You felt like you're slowly melting in the moment, embraced by your lover. You started playing with Leona's hair to try to distract yourself and keep yourself awake from the intoxicating drowsiness that enveloped the room.

Eyelids half closed. your breaths slowly relaxing. loosing conciousness and control. With a stray sweat that dripped from your face, you then drowsed off to dreamland.

Not long after your consciousness faded away, Leona awoken to his lover sleeping soundly in his arms. With him leaving no space between the two of you, he felt safety and comfort in the midst of your arms and the linen sheets.

Burying his face in your hair, he breathed in your soft scent that smelt like the sun. A whiff of a mellow floral and citrusy fragrance from the shampoo and worn down perfume used this morning mixed with your natural delicate scent. No place would compete on the sanctuary of being tangled up between your arms.

He peered unto your solemn visage. Chest rising and falling evident of sleep. Fingers lightly tracing and caressing your cheek as he adored your fragile face in slumber. A soft kiss on your forehead before burying his head in your neck again, drifting back to sleep.

The dim glow of dusk as the skies swallowed the sun. Stars that gleamed magic adorned the vast skies. You wake up from a shortlived nap, noticing your lover shift as warm breaths blew past your skin, his head buried deep in your neck.

Vision still hazy, still half asleep from your nap, you languidly reach out to caress his hair. Fingers tangled between his wavy hazel locks. Hands made their way to trace the tip of the lion's ears as his ears twitched and turn as a reaction from your touch. How cute... You smile to yourself.

"You awake?" Asking Leona as you brush your fingers past his wavy locks. His tail whipped then it swiftly made their way to wrap itself in between you legs. His embrace tightened, followed by a low muffled grunt as a response.

"Hmmm... I had a nice dream... Hmmm let's see... I remember going on a sunny picnic with you! Oh and we were holding hands too! How nice~" you grinned happily as your finger fidget and tap the back of the lion.

"Why get so happy with a dream if the real deal is here?" The lion practically smirks as he shifted to peer unto your face and lock eyes with you. Gazes meet shared with a silence that spoke louder than words.

"Well~ Anytime I spend with you is the best time I ever had! Even if its just a looking at you or a daydream, it's just as important and fun..." A silly grin that plastered across your face never failed to make Leona's heart flutter. Melting in between your fingers wasn't such a bad idea huh?

"Is that so?" Leona gives out a languorous reply resting his forehead in yours. "Then... What did you dream about?" You meekly questioned as light twinkled in your eyes like a child asking for candy. He smiled at the thought of your childlike eyes, such pure delightful innocence.

"Nothing special... Let's go back to sleep. Come here..." Leona yawns from drowsiness even if he just came back from sleep. You playfully scoffed from the prince's demands and nuzzled your face in his soft fluffy hair.

Softly inhaling the musky scent of the fabric conditioner, you smile from the familiar warmth. This night really feels special for some reason... It's not a crime if your hold on to Leona more right?

A warm breeze blew from the windows as Leona held you in his arms, softly caressing the top of your head. His eyes wander in the in the view of the balcony. The sun melted in the skies. The stars twinkled with delight, yet no star can replace the magic he felt staring at your eyes.

He closes his eyes as he reminisced on the vivid memory from his daydreams. A memory that faded from years ago. “Do you believe in magic that can make you smile within seconds?” the old man says.

Flipping the pages of the old book, the young boy says "I dunno, that sounds kinda useless and stupid old man." the young prince scoffed at the ridiculous question. "Who even believes that useless crappy magic?" The young boy furrows his eyebrows in frustration, holding unto his temples.

“Well... I'm sure you'll believe it one day when you meet them... You'll see magic in their eyes even the stars envy...”

The faint memory still lingered in his mind, he took a peek at your tranquil visage. A tender kiss placed on your forehead, placing his forehead in yours.

Staring at your peaceful expression lost in dreamland, he closed his eyes to continue this lifelong daydreams. Eyelids grew heavy. The sun has finally set. The night was warm and tranquil. Before drifting to sleep, Leona let out an unspoken whisper...

“If love was all we had... Please say... you'd stay...”

Note: So yes, I practice absolute 0 self restraints in making fics. I'm torturing myself with Oneshots in my inbox now. I tried making this short and sweet but... Yeah, my hands moved on their own accord... Sorry this took kinda long...

It's 6am as I'm writing this and I really need to fcken sleep... Gunna post this later... HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS GAMERS 😔👊

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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago

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*Bella Basil Raspberry Tea*

Total Time - 45 minutes preparation plus chilling

Serves - 6

Ingredients

3 cups fresh raspberries

1 cup sugar

1 cup packed fresh basil leaves, coarsely chopped

1/4 cup lime juice

2 individual black tea bags

1 bottle ( 1 liter ) carbonated water or 1 bottle ( 750 milliliters ) sparkling rose wine

Ice cubes

Fresh raspberries and basil leaves, optional

Directions

In a large saucepan, combine the raspberries, sugar, basil and lime juice. Mash berries. Cook over medium heat for 7 minutes or until berries release juices.

Remove from the heat; add tea bags. Cover and steep for 20 minutes. Strain, discarding tea bags and raspberry seeds. Transfer tea to a 2 - qt. pitcher. Cover and refrigerate until serving.

Just before serving, slowly add carbonated water or wine. Serve over ice. If desired, top with raspberries and basil.

Nutrition Facts

1 cup: 281 calories, 0 fat ( 0 saturated fat ), 0 cholesterol, 9mg sodium, 44g carbohydrate ( 37g sugars, 4g fiber ), 1g protein.

*Cookie Dough Stuffed Oreos*

Yields - 30

Prep Time - 10 minutes

Total Time - 1 hour 35 minutes

Ingredients

1/2 c. ( 1 stick ) melted butter

1/2 c. granulated sugar

1/2 c. packed brown sugar

1 tsp. pure vanilla extract

1 c. almond flour

1/2 tsp. kosher salt

2/3 c. mini chocolate chips

24 Oreos

1 c. chocolate chips

1 tbsp. coconut oil

1/4 c. sprinkles

Directions

Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. In a large bowl, whisk together melted butter, sugars, and vanilla. Stir in almond flour and salt, then fold in mini chocolate chips.

Separate Oreos trying to keep cream intact. Place 2 tsp of cookie dough on Oreo half with cream, then sandwich with other half of Oreo. Repeat with remaining Oreos and dough.

Place chocolate chips and coconut oil in a microwave safe bowl and microwave in 30 second intervals until melted. Dip Oreos halfway into chocolate, place on prepared baking sheet, and top with sprinkles. Refrigerate until chocolate is hardened, 1 hour.

***

"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"

It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"

"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"

And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.

Now, if it were only that easy.

"What happened to you, dear?" Adelaide asked you, a plate of fluffy pancakes in her hand.

Your hands automatically went up your hair as realization finally kicked in. "I told him I'd go the Ball with him."

"Yes, and?"

Giving your grandmother a horrified look, you answered, "I don't have a vintage dress!"

***

❄ Three Wishes ❄

***

"You're in luck." Your cousin, Avery, told you as she nudged your arm with an elbow. "I got your back."

"Thanks." You answered with a shy smile as the two of you made your way to her mansion.

It was a good thing that you called Avery first before going to the shopping district to look for a decent vintage dress. You never knew much about gowns or even dresses ( except for the ones you wear for your concours and concertos ), and you're just glad to have her around.

And honestly? She didn't disappoint. Not only were you not going to spend a single cent, you're also going to have the full vintage wardrobe experience free of charge!

Avery opened the heavy wooden door, a feat which always awed you, and allowed you to step into the threshold first before her.

The warmth of the place welcomed you like an old friend, and the entirely redesigned interior made it look as good, or even better, as new. Avery chucked ( not literally, of course ) the old Grecian statues and the rest of the old stuff away ( including your great grandfather's intimidating life - size portrait, which, if she could be honest, was already considered cursed by a lot of curators ), put them up for auction, and actually gained a lot of money from it ( well, not that Roman would refuse, anyway ). She hired a florist and an interior designer for a revamp of the mansion, and voila!

And now, as you glanced with wonder and admiration at the complete transformation of the interior, your jaw couldn't help but drop and your eyes couldn't help but widen. The house, and all the places and corners the eye could possibly reach, looked actually clean, it didn't even look like a haunted mansion, anymore. In place of the old Grecian statues were two Venetian pedestals with modern flower vases in it. The baroque period paintings were gone from the walls, replaced with modern ones depicting gardens in all four seasons. The old and worn down window frames were also replaced. Even the floorboards don't squeak anymore.

Everything was brand new! And everywhere you look, there were lots, and lots, and lots,... of flowers! And,... this actually made you a bit confused.

Avery, actually decorating her house with flowers,... ?

"Didn't know you'd go for flower power." You let out your thoughts as you followed and observed the positively radiant woman upstairs. "And you looked, ah,... different." You remarked, seeing that she finally got rid of her blue highlights and just let her hair grow naturally, letting its true auburn color show, which looked perfect in its own way. You also noticed that her style changed, as well. Instead of a loud statement shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of thick leather boots, she's wearing a pastel - colored floral dress, and a pair of wedges.

Avery,... wearing dresses?

Am I missing something here? You thought to yourself as you smiled at your cousin.

"Who? Me? Different?" Avery replied as she glanced at you at the corner of her eye.

You hummed in approval. "You looked,... radiant."

"Nah! I'm still old me. And you're the main focus here, not me. So, if you please,..." Your cousin requested as she gestured for you to open the door to the bedroom on the left hallway. You grabbed the doorknob firmly, carefully turned it, and opened the door,...

You felt a strange wave of nostalgia brush you gently in the face as you entered the old room. The huge French canopy bed on the left, the sweet scent wafting about the cozy room, the pastel colored wallpaper, the heavy floral curtains, and even the white vanity table on the right gave the impression that this room belonged to a very delicate lady,...

... who seemed very much in love.

Huh? Why did I think of that? You pondered as you heard the door close behind you.

"I had this room renovated." Avery told you as she walked towards the vanity table and placed a hand on the ornate mirror. "This belonged to gran's mom."

"Really?!" You gasped, taken by surprise by what you just heard from your cousin. Your eyes wandered once more all over the place, drinking in all the lovely sights the room could offer. It's as if,... the room itself held some sort of significance to you. Like you've been here before. "Wow,..."

"You know, V spent a lot of time in this room last October." Avery giggled as she gave you a sly sideways glance, wanting to see your reaction. And you didn't disappoint. The moment your cousin mentioned his one letter name, your face heated up, making it as red as a beetroot.

"W - what's he doing here?" You stuttered, making the other woman laugh.

"Ah! Long story. I'll tell you some other time." Avery answered as she went towards the large wooden closet on the left near the French canopy bed. "But, I'll tell you this: he's in love with gran's mom."

"Sorry?"

"Never mind." Your cousin teased as she opened the closet, revealing a huge collection of Victorian era dresses of all fabrics, colors, and shapes.

And it simply took your breath away! And instantly made you forget what Avery just revealed.

"Amazing!" You gasped in awe as Avery took one dress made completely out of lace from the huge closet. "It's so, so beautiful!"

"Look, I may tell you that this lady here suits your skin tone but, you can try as many of these as you like." Avery told you as she carefully handed you the delicate dress. "Hell, you can try all of them!"

And that's what you did for the next few hours. As tiring as it was, carefully putting on these dresses and making sure that they don't get damaged in the process, it really was fun trying them on. There were just too many, in different shades of red, blue, purple, green, and yellow, in different fabrics like lace, satin, silk, chiffon, and in different cuts, although ninety - five percent of them had extremely low necklines and all of them had tight fitting bodice.

And somehow, the dresses,...

... felt so familiar to you. From the colors perfectly matching your skin tone, to their sizes exactly fitting your form.

It was like you actually owned them.

"That's beautiful." Avery, who got so tired of waiting and elected to just sit on the bed to watch your every move, said for seemingly the hundredth time that day.

"Yes but," You answered as you uncomfortably looked down at what you’re wearing: an exquisite pale green dress with an empire waist and a pair of bishop sleeves made of voluminous silk. " ... it doesn't seem right."

Avery rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "I told you. Pick whatever you like. V will not judge you if you pick the wrong one, come on!"

"No, it's not that I'm worried about V judging me." You said as you faced the closet once more. "These dresses are all beautiful, and they all fit so perfectly, it's actually scary. But, I don't feel,... special,... in any of them. In a way."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's like,... I'm happy they all fit. But, I'm not happy wearing them."

"Really? How so?"

"It's like,... ah,... how do I explain this?" You bit your lower lip as you browsed the many more dresses that were hanging inside the vintage closet belonging to your gran's mom. "It's like, I'm looking for something that resonates. That feels special. You know what I'm saying?"

"I'm not sure I know what you meant." Avery answered as she collapsed on the white pillows.

"Ah, it's so hard to - "

"Hard to what?"

You turned towards your cousin, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets and your mouth opening wide. Like you've just awoken to a huge revelation.

"Found something that resonates?" Avery asked as she rolled on the bed, propping her chin on her knuckles and playfully swaying her feet back and forth.

"I might have." You replied as you took a particular dress from the closet and made your way once again towards the massive bathroom. "Wait."

"Isn't that what you're already making V do?" Avery teased with a huge grin plastered on her face as she rolled on the bed once more and laid on her back.

"What's that?!" Your voice echoed from the bathroom. You were just too weirded out with your cousin's behavior.

"Nothing! And make it quick already! I'm starving!"

"Alright! Alright! And can you put something else in here, like a vanity table or something? It feels really empty here!"

"Just like how V feels without you?"

"Come again?!"

"Did I say something?"

"Ugh!"

Avery was clutching her stomach with both hands, hysterically laughing at her jokes when you finally came out of the bathroom. And when she saw you, her mouth simply dropped.

"Girl," She gasped, feeling as if her eyes were deceiving her. " ... you're wearing,... that?"

"Yes!" You proudly declared as you made a little pirouette, the soft fabric of the dress flowing gracefully with your movement. "Isn't this perfect?!"

"W - well," Avery said, still a bit tongue - tied, as she got off the bed and made her way towards you. " ... I must say that's a really curious choice. A good choice, nonetheless. Looks perfect, yes."

Your eyebrows knitted, confusion with Avery's strange commentary on the dress you chose starting to set in. "You don't look happy."

"What? Ugh! Come on, I said it's perfect, right? Now, get dressed and come down, I'm really starving, I could eat a huge bird right now!”

You were still staring at the dress laid carefully on the sofa a few minutes later as you and your cousin enjoyed some cookie dough stuffed oreos and bella basil raspberry tea.

"So, are you gonna tell me?" You said after taking a sip of the sweet beverage. "What V was doing there last October?"

"Ye really wanna know?"

"Well, duh. Of course."

Avery took one cookie from the huge plate and pointed it at you. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Umm, yes? No? I don't know,..."

"Well, whatever your belief is, this place," Avery said, taking a bite of the treat. " ... used to be haunted. And I commissioned the Legendary Devil Hunter to drive the spirit out. But, he refused!" She said, then took another bite. "And this man, this thin man who calls himself V, he volunteered. He confronted the Demon who took over this place," She plopped the treat into her mouth and chewed. And with a still full mouth, she said, " ... and set the tortured souls free. Safe to say he won, right?"

"Oh, I s - "

"BUT, of course, you wouldn't believe me! So, forget what I just said." Avery took another cookie and ate it whole. Then, after that, she took another one from the plate and ate it as well.

"You, ah, eat well!" You said, carefully choosing your words so as not to offend your cousin.

"Who, me?" Avery asked as she ate another cookie, then took a sip of her tea. "Nah. Must be your imagination."

" ... okay,... "

"I answered your question, now answer mine." Avery gestured at the dress on the sofa and took another treat from the almost empty plate. "What made you choose that dress?"

"Instinct." You simply answered.

"Meaning?"

"I feel it's the one, you know?"

"Just like how you feel about V?"

"OH, SH - !"

"I'm home, ladies!" Roman, who just entered the living room, greeted you and made his way towards his wife to plant a kiss on her radiant cheek. He, then, took out a box of dumplings from a plastic bag and showed it to Avery, whose eyes and mouth widened in delight.

"Roman Mikael Francisco, you greatest husband in the world!" Avery exclaimed in ecstasy as she grabbed the Chinese take out box from Roman's hand. "How did you know I'm craving this?"

"Instinct." Roman answered as he winked at you, making you nod in realization of the real situation.

"Oh, shush, you!" Avery playfully slapped Roman's hand and looked back at you. "And you! You have to go back home, it's getting late."

"I'm not a kid!" You replied with a silly grin on your face as you took the dress from the sofa. "And it's only afternoon."

"Whatever." Avery said and stood, accidentally dropping her handkerchief from her lap to the floor in the process. "Oh, it fell! Just like how you and V fell for each other!"

"Stop!"

***

❄ @la-vita , @clevermentalitybeliever , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @dreaming-gamer . ❄

***

"You alright on your own?" Roman asked graciously as he walked with you towards your house. "You need help with that box? That's huge!"

"I can handle this, thanks!" You replied with a smile as you held the box containing the dress and its accessories closer to your form.

"Are you a hundred percent sure?"

"Yes."

Roman nodded, his charming smile showing on his young - looking face. "Alright, alright. I'll go back to Avery, then. She's getting more and more delicate these past few days, you know?"

"Yeah. Take care of her, alright?"

"Si, si." Roman smiled, waved, and walked back towards the mansion.

So, I'm right! You thought as you opened the door to your own house. "Gran, I'm home - "

However, something, or someone, stopped you in your tracks.

Christopher Lancaster, your narcissistic former lover, was waiting for you in the living room. What's more, he was holding an expensive - looking bouquet of red roses, there was a box of expensive French chocolate on the table, and Adelaide was looking at the man with utter hate and disdain from one corner of the room. Like he forced her to let him in the house.

"(Y/N)!" The man greeted as he stood up from the sofa and made his way towards you. "I was waiting for you."

You took a few steps back and held the box right in front of you to prevent the man from getting closer to you. "What do you want, Christopher?"

"Aww, how cold! Yikes!" The man sarcastically said as he made a shivering gesture. "I only wanted to give this to you - "

"What. Do you. Want?"

"Sheesh, can't a man invite a lady properly to the New Year's Ball?"

"Oh! Is that so?"

"So, you'll come with me! That's great news! I - "

"Get out of here, you're scaring gran."

The man drew back in shock at what he just heard. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, GET OUT! I'M NOT GOING TO THE BALL WITH YOU!"

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T REFUSE ME!"

"WELL, I JUST DID!" You yelled as you took the box of expensive chocolate from the table and shoved it forcefully into his arms. "NOW, GET OUT!"

The man gave you one last look of contempt before turning and finally leaving you and your grandmother alone.

And, hell, it felt good!

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