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Don't Touch My Wife

This is a new Dark! Evan Buckley imagine I had an idea for, I hope you will all like it.

I had a lot of fun writing the possessive, jealous streak in Buck with this one.

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Dark! Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Evan isn't too happy to find that someone at dispatch has a thing for his wife. And when they see said person out at a restaurant, the possessive streak in Evan flares up. Badly.

Enjoy.

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A smile flooded Evan's face when he watched his niece trot over to him with that bright grin and her arms stretched out towards him. When she got close, Jee wrapped her arms around his leg and tilted her head back so her grin was beaming up at him with such a cheeky expression.

"Hi girlie," Evan leaned down to hug her and pecked the top of her head while he tried to steady his left arm to keep Lottie perched on his hip.

He felt the two year old nuzzling her cheek against his chest and he was sure she was starting to scrunch his shirt up in her hands like she was making sure he wasn't about to set her down.

"You come play?" She tugged on Evan's hand to try and get him to follow her as she pulled him from the hallway towards the living room.

"The girls will play with you, and I'll join you in a bit after I speak to your mum, okay?"

He let Jee drag him into the living room where his eldest was already sat on the rug in front of the coffee table. The six year old was grinning brightly, waiting for Jee to come back and show her what game they were going to play since this was her house.

Evan and (Y/n) had brought the girls over to see Jee for the afternoon and so they could spend some time with Maddie since they all had the afternoon off. The only one who wasn't here was Chimney since he had been called in to cover a shift at the station.

The girls were all similar in age. Louise was the eldest, being six, then there was Jee who had just turned four, and Lottie was two and a half. They were all close, almost like Jee was one of the Buckley sisters and they all loved playing together.

Jee let go of Evan's hand and went to kneel down next to Louise, while Even looked down to his younger girl curled up into his chest. He pecked the top of her head and began smoothing his hand up and down her back, but she didn't seem to want to let him go just yet. She tilted her head back enough to look up at Evan, but her eyes were drowsy and tired and she huffed.

Lottie hadn't had her afternoon nap yet.

"Are you gonna play for a bit?" When she shook her head, Evan rolled his eyes and peppered a few kisses to her temple and cheeks. "You play, then I'll come and sit with you, okay?"

He crouched down and sat Lottie down with the girls who were both leaning over the table where Jee had some plastic food and a mini tea set. He pecked Lottie's temple again and handed her the pacifier he had in his pocket which she snatched off him quickly. He had a feeling when he came back to check on them in ten minutes, Lottie would be grouchy or on the verge of falling asleep.

"Play nicely please."

When all three girls seemed settled, Evan wandered into the kitchen to find his wife and sister.

"They all settled?" Maddie glanced over her shoulder towards Evan while she grabbed a few beakers from the cupboard. She would sort all the girls out a drink for whenever they wandered through to claim one.

Evan nodded and gratefully took the glass of wine (Y/n) held out to him while she grabbed her glass of juice.

A grin spread across Evan's lips when (Y/n) turned to lean her back up against his chest. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she tucked up against him while he leaned his hips against the counter behind him. One arm curved around her waist and settled on her stomach while he took a few sips of his drink.

He watched Maddie find her glass of wine and clink the glass against (Y/n)'s just to see the way her sister in law grinned and rolled her eyes. (Y/n) was the only one who couldn't drink at the moment since she was pregnant. Plus, it meant Evan could drink and (Y/n) would happily drive them all back home later on tonight.

The three of them stayed in the kitchen with the radio playing quietly in the background and the sound of the cartoons on the tv kept drifting through every now and then. They could hear the girls laughing and clinking plastic cups together, playing their own little cafe, barista game together.

After a little while, (Y/n) slowly pushed up from Evan so she could move around and straighten her back out. She helped Maddie potter around the kitchen, putting a few things away and pouring some more drinks while Evan wandered to peek into the living room and double check the girls were all okay.

(Y/n) found the bottle of red wine and started refilling Evan and Maddie's glasses, but she glanced over to the right when Maddie struck up a new conversation.

"So, have you spoken to Neil recently?" Maddie nudged her elbow into (Y/n)'s arm with a sly grin that showed she was only teasing. But Maddie looked away and put some bowls back in the cupboard, oblivious to the flash of panic that dwelled in (Y/n)'s eyes as she shook her head.

(Y/n) slid the glass across to Maddie while she muttered 'Don't' under her breath. She didn't want to have this conversation. But the unease on her face clearly wasn't enough to ward Maddie off this conversation because the elder woman stuck her tongue out and shook her head in a playful manner.

She was only jesting.

"Who's Neil?"

A shiver crawled down (Y/n)'s spine at the sound of Evan's voice as he wandered back into the kitchen and picked up his glass from the counter. His head tilted to one side and his free hand moved to his hip while he looked between both women, waiting for one of them to let him in on the conversation.

This is what (Y/n) wanted to avoid. She didn't want to let Evan in on this conversation because she knew exactly how it would turn out. She didn't want to make him aware of this, it was better to keep Evan oblivious.

Her head turned in his direction and she saw the intrigue in his eyes as he rose a brow and inclined his head to one side. Clearly waiting to find out who this person was and why they were talking about him.

"No one." (Y/n) shook her head to try and dismiss the subject while she found her glass and took a gulp of juice, but it only made her feel queasy. Her free arm looped over the top of her bump and she leaned back into the counter so she was stood opposite Evan with her yes cast down to her stomach rather than risk looking up at her husband.

"He's one of the new operators at work, he has the hots for (Y/n)." Maddie cast her sister in law a cheeky smirk, unaware of the conversation she had just dragged them all into.

The look Evan gave (Y/n) had shivers coursing up and down her spine and made her want to melt into a puddle.

He wasn't impressed by that.

His steely blue eyes watched (Y/n) closely as she set her drink down and moved both hands to rest behind her on the counter. He noted the way she squirmed and shifted from foot to foot, clearly anxious about having this conversation and that didn't sit well with Evan.

"You didn't mention him." His tone was oddly calm and neutral as if this wasn't starting to rub him up the wrong way.

"Because I don't know him."

She wasn't lying. (Y/n) barely knew Neil, he was one of the new guys at work. They were always hiring new people, it was part and parcel of being in a demanding job down at the Dispatch centre. (Y/n) worked with Maddie, they were both 911 operators and they had seen three new people be sent to their centre in the last month.

Neil happened to be one of them. He was a friendly face and seemed to gel with a lot of people, but (Y/n) didn't speak to him that often. She saw him in the break room, he'd made her a coffee on the odd occasion and they shared a few words. But (Y/n) didn't actually know anything about him except that he used to be a paramedic before he switched to dispatch.

(Y/n) didn't mention him to Evan because he wasn't technically a friend and she didn't know him well enough to go home talking about him or singing his praises.

"You don't know him, but he fancies you? Has he asked you out?" When he didn't get a response from his wife, Evan glanced over at his sister instead.

He put on his best smirk and tilted his head at an angle to get his sister to talk to him. He knew how to worm his way around Maddie and get her to spill all the gossip, they were both bad at keeping secrets and hiding information from anyone, especially each other.

And he wanted to know all about this new operator.

Evan did not like the sound of someone having the hots for his wife, and if this guy had tried to put any moves on (Y/n) then Evan might have to find him and have a word with him. God knows he had told enough people in the past to back off and step away from (Y/n).

She was his girl. His wife. They were married, but that didn't always seem to deter people away from her and it wound Evan up to no avail.

He knew he could trust (Y/n), he knew she wouldn't ever go off with anyone else, but that didn't mean Evan could trust other people. If he heard or saw people flirting with his wife he would make sure they knew to stop because she was taken and she wasn't interested.

(Y/n) looked between the pair of them and locked eyes with Maddie when the older woman pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes in thought.

"He asked you out for coffee, didn't he?" She wasn't completely sure, but Maddie seemed to remember (Y/n) telling her the new guy had asked her for a drink and she had to kindly decline.

Unease pooled in (Y/n)'s stomach and sent the baby kicking up a storm when Evan's head snapped back in her direction and she felt his fiery gaze setting her alight. Her body started to heat up and her skin prickled as she couldn't manage to keep eye contact with him when he was staring at her like that.

"Once, when he first started. I flashed my ring and he hasn't asked again." (Y/n) shook her left hand out in their direction to make her point.

"Hm," Maddie nodded and patted (Y/n)'s shoulder as if she didn't quite believe her, but it was all in jest. "You're the only one who geta a muffin brought in though, aren't you."

(Y/n) swallowed down a groan and dropped her head down while Maddie set her glass down and reached out for the beakers she had filled up earlier. None of the girls had come through for a drink yet and she knew they would all be thirsty by now.

The moment Maddie was out the room, (Y/n) looked up at Evan. She didn't like the darkness she could see pooling in those hazy eyes and the way he stalked towards her had her knees trembling.

She gripped the counter tighter when he stood in front of her, his head angled to the right and one brow arched up. His expression said it all. He wasn't impressed, not in the slightest. She could see his shoulders tensing up before he had said one word and when he leaned forward and planted his hands down on the counter, she held her breath. He was caging her in, giving her no chance of escape. He wanted an explanation and he wanted it now.

"So, you've got a fella at work, have you?" His tone was cold and his words were hurtful.

"No I don't."

She tried to look away but it didn't work very well. Evan reached one hand out and cupped her chin, tilting her head back in his direction once again. They were talking. This conversation wasn't about to end, Evan wanted to know who this guy was and if he had made any advances on his wife.

"You didn't tell me anyone was asking you out or bringing you shit at work. If it's nothing then why didn't you mention it?" His words weren't so much accusing as irritated.

If someone had asked her out at work or started to flirt with her, Evan expected (Y/n) to tell him. Either by mentioning it in passing or telling him someone was bothering her. He felt this was something he should be made aware of. He didn't like being last to know, and he didn't like his sister knowing and (Y/n) intentionally keeping him in the dark about this.

"He asked me for one drink, and I told him I was married and had a family. He hasn't asked me since, he just says hi and hands out the occasional piece of cake he does it with everyone. Evan, believe me, it's nothing."

If Neil was a bother then (Y/n) would have mentioned it to Evan, but it wasn't like that. He didn't pester (Y/n) or flirt with her or constantly ask her out and take no for an answer.

He had asked her during his first week if she wanted to go out for a coffee with him. And when (Y/n) smiled and said she would if she weren't married, he didn't become snotty or annoyed or take it the wrong way. He had laughed and nodded, saying to forget all about it and he hadn't asked (Y/n) again since.

She didn't even speak to him much at work and she never saw him outside of work so why would she tell Evan that someone had asked her out once?

(Y/n) knew for a fact that a lot of women on calls asked Evan for his number or to go for a drink with them and a lot of women flirted with him. (Y/n) didn't care. She knew Evan turned down each and every one of them. He delighted in saying he had three girls waiting at home for him that he loved. He seemed to enjoy turning people down.

"Forgive me for not liking the fact that someone you work with clearly fancies you. I've been to dispatch, sweetheart, and I don't trust some of the people you work with."

It rubbed Evan up the wrong way that someone had made a pass at (Y/n), and said person continued to work with her. What would stop Neil from asking again? What would stop him from starting to flirt and joke around with (Y/n) at work and get too close to her? What if he overstepped the mark?

That was why Evan warned other guys away, so they knew not to even think about getting too close to (Y/n) or starting something they couldn't finish.

"Look at me," (Y/n) muttered quietly under her breath, but when she glanced up, she realised Evan's head was tilted to the side. He was peering towards the living room to check on Maddie and the kids.

With a huff, (Y/n) looked down at herself with the minimal space that was between her and Evan, considering how he was practically caging her against the counter. She reached down and clenched the hem of her shirt and slowly dragged it up until her shirt was rolled up just beneath her bra. The movement gained Evan's attention and had his wide eyes looking between her gaze and her exposed stomach, clearly wondering what she was doing.

"Evan, look at me." (Y/n) reached down and roamed her hands up and down her bump. "I'm pregnant. He might have asked me out before, but no one's likely to ask me out now, are they? You and your boy will frighten anyone away."

So maybe Neil had asked her out when he started at dispatch, but (Y/n) hadn't been visibly pregnant at the time and he hadn't noticed the wedding ring on her finger.

It was different now.

He hadn't asked her out since, and no one was likely to ask her for a drink or to go out with them when they could see she was pregnant. (Y/n) was happily married and she was having their third baby, no one was going to start asking her out or flirting seriously with her.

Her thumb stroked across her bump until Evan moved one hand to cup the base of her stomach that had stolen his gaze for the time being.

When (Y/n) tilted her head back to look up at him, she gasped against his mouth when he stole her lips in a kiss. The touch was so eager that he felt like he was crushing and bruising her lips and he almost bent her back over the counter.

She lifted one hand to cup the side of his face, tracing her thumb along his jaw while she felt his hand roaming all across her bump like he was exploring her body for the first time.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that."

(Y/n) clicked her tongue quietly and rolled her eyes while Evan's lips stayed hovering over hers. "Not everyone has baby fever like you, Buckley."

***

"Fancy seeing you here."

A wave of unease rolled over (Y/n) like the sea crashing onto the sand and her heart thundered in her chest when she dared to turn around. Oh dear.

This didn't bode well. What luck that Neil would be here at the same time (Y/n), Evan, Chimney and Maddie had all come out for lunch together while the kids were at school and daycare. He was the one person who (Y/n) would rather avoid seeing outside of work. There was nothing wrong with him and he wasn't rude or obnoxious or unsettling.

He was friendly. Too friendly, and that didn't sit well with Evan, if anyone was overly friendly with (Y/n) it would raise alarm bells in Evan's mind and get his heckles up. (Y/n) didn't want that to happen today or at any point in the future, she didn't want Evan to worry or get annoyed or overly protective when there was no need.

She forced a smile on her face and looked over at Neil who had one hand stuffed in his pocket and a drink held in the other.

"Hi, how are you?" (Y/n) looped her arm over her waist and tried to keep the smile on her face, but she couldn't help but dart her eyes around the restaurant. She was only stood here near the bar because they were waiting for Maddie and Chimney to arrive. Evan had headed to the toilets and (Y/n) knew he would come over and introduce himself the moment he came out.

"I'm good, here for a few drinks with friends, and you?"

"Family meal." Her eyes darted towards the entrance when the door swung open, but it wasn't Maddie and Chimney arriving yet. Why did she and Evan have to be the first ones here? (Y/n) hated being the first to arrive, but then again, she knew Evan hated to be the last one to arrive or be a minute late.

Neil nodded with that same smile that always looked overly inviting and her eyes stayed on him when he stepped closer.

"So-"

Whatever he was about to say seemed to fizzle out on his lips and (Y/n) tilted her head to the side, confusion plastering across her face. She turned to look over her shoulder to see what had caught Neil's attention, but she didn't have to look. The arm that suddenly secured around her waist was enough of an answer to tell her what- or who, he was looking at.

And the firm chest moulding up against her back had chills coursing up and down (Y/n)'s spine. She leaned herself back against Evan's chest and tilted her head back to smile softly up at him.

He had a placid smile on his face and one brow arched and (Y/n) could see the look in those steely blue eyes that were dragging up and down Neil. He was sizing him up. Trying to see who he was, what he was doing and why he was stood so close to his wife.

"Oh, Neil this is my husband, Buck." (Y/n) reached her left hand up behind her to brush her fingers across Evan's chest.

She could feel his fingers twitching on her waist, as if he was debating whether to hold her tighter and sink his fingers into her flesh or not. He settled on tapping and dancing his fingers along her bump instead while he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"Nice to meet you." The bright smile Neil flashed didn't seem to meet his eyes and it didn't change the expression on Evan's face.

That name rang a bell. That was the person Maddie had spoke about last week, the one who supposedly had a thing for Evan's wife. His eyes took the other man in with more interest, his curiosity peaked as he wondered why Neil thought attaching himself to a married woman was such a good idea.

He didn't look anything special, at least not to Evan, and with the way (Y/n) was leaning back into him and melting into his embrace, he guessed she wasn't too eager to be around this guy either. That was good. But it didn't tell Evan why this guy was here and why he had attached himself to (Y/n) while Evan had been gone for all of three minutes.

"Is this the one that asked you out?" His tone was blunt and gruff and his expression showed he was unimpressed as he glanced Neil up and down again.

"Evan." (Y/n) craned her head to look up over her left shoulder and she rose one brow while her lips pressed together. He didn't need to be rude. Her husband simply shrugged down at her before he looked back at Neil, clearly expecting a reply.

"I- I didn't know she was married, at the time. We're just good friends at work, aren't we."

Neil grinned over at (Y/n) and jostled his shoulders like this wasn't an awkward situation. But (Y/n) knew trying to play this off wasn't going to calm Evan down when he was clearly uncertain about the man in front of them.

The joking manner didn't sit well with Evan. They didn't know him; at least, Evan didn't know him and from what (Y/n) told him, they weren't the kind of friends who would meet up outside of work or even exchange numbers. So trying to have a laugh and a joke wasn't something Evan wanted to do with someone they scarcely knew.

He didn't trust him. Evan didn't trust anyone who got too close to his wife; he knew what other men could be like.

"Well you're not at work now, so why don't you run along?" The way Evan ticked his head to the side and how his expression seemed to harden was enough to make Neil's smile fade.

The other man nodded with a somewhat silent huff and he murmured 'catch you later' to (Y/n) before he wandered over to his table. He clearly wasn't wanted to stick around and he wouldn't stay and risk being insulted by a stranger.

Once he was out of earshot, (Y/n) reached her hand down and gave Evan's wrist a squeeze. She pressed her head back into the middle of his chest and sighed up at him.

"You didn't have to be so rude, you know."

"I could have told him to fuck off. Would you prefer that?"

(Y/n) wanted to roll her eyes, but the light tone in Evan's voice and the rather cheeky smirk that lit up his face made her relax in his arms. He wasn't angry, he wasn't getting riled up and he clearly wasn't irritated that Neil had come over. He was rather pleased Neil had listened and wandered off; Evan didn't like it when people didn't listen to him.

And he was right, he could have been much worse, (Y/n) knew that for a fact, but he also could have been a little more polite. (Y/n) still had to see Neil at work and it wouldn't do her any favours if he started giving her the cold shoulder or making snarky comments that her husband was blunt and rather rude on a first meeting.

"Mads and Chim are here, come on, let's get a drink." Both Evan's hands moved to cup (Y/n)'s hips and his lips attached to the back of her head as he guided her towards the bar next to the entrance.

He could see his sister walking by the window, about to enter the restaurant so they could all get a drink and go find a table. No sense chattering about Neil when he had already disappeared and was of no concern anymore.

It didn't take them long to find a table and order their food. They found a booth in the corner of the restaurant in a quiet area and the conversation flowed easily between them. They drifted from one conversation to the next, from the girls, to work, to plans for Christmas and organising a big Christmas meal out somewhere for the entire team and their families.

(Y/n) leaned her head on Evan's shoulder and let herself slouch into his side after they'd eaten. She smiled into his neck, nuzzling her nose against his skin when she felt his arm slither around her waist so his hand could feather up and down her hip and across her thigh.

She loved the fact that the four of them would be here for another hour, at least. They had just finished their meals, but both Chimney and Evan were straight onto the menus to find something sweet to have next, and they would still be sat here for a few more rounds of drinks.

It wasn't often that they got to go out together, just the four of them without the team or meeting up at play centres with the girls. So it was nice to catch up and be together without having to think of rushing back for childcare or work.

"While you decide, I'll get some more drinks." (Y/n) hovered her lips over Evan's ear and pressed herself up into his side. She could see it was going to take a while for everyone to decide what they wanted for dessert, she may as well get them all another round of drinks while they decided.

She felt Evan's free hand move to hold her chin so he could aim her head in his direction, allowing him to steal a kiss from her. He kissed her like he was trying to inhale the air from her lungs and his lips were warm and inviting; he knew his touch was like a spell casting over (Y/n).

"Let me out," She murmured against his lips in between kisses, nudging her hand against his chest to make her point. She couldn't get out the booth unless Evan climbed out first, usually she would have wiggled across his lap to get out. But that wasn't going to happen when she had her baby bump in the way.

With a sigh, Evan retracted his arm from her waist and slid to the left to get out the booth. His hands found (Y/n)'s hips as they swapped places, her climbing out while Evan sat back down again.

"Same again?" (Y/n) looked across at Maddie and Chimney who both nodded in agreement.

She felt his hands squeeze her hips, pulling her closer and she rose a brow as she stared down at him, waiting for him to release her so she could go to the bar. Her lips formed a blushing smile when she felt one of Evan's hands shift round from her waist to her bum. For a moment, (Y/n) wasn't too sure what Evan was doing but she rolled her eyes when she realised he had slid his card into her back pocket.

A coy grin lit up Evan's face as he put the bank card in her back pocket and patted his hand against her bum before he finally let go of her and allowed her to drift towards the bar.

When she reached the bar, (Y/n) arched her lower back out and leaned forward to fold her arms on the counter. It felt better to stoop forward like this and click her spine into place. She angled her head to one side, waiting patiently while the bar tender was down at the other end of the bar serving at least three people at once.

But her head snapped to the right when she felt an arm brush against hers and a body press up close to her side.

Nerves rattled through her stomach and her smile faltered when she watched Neil lean forward on the bar like he was copying her manner with his hips arched out and his shoulders hunched forward. He looked over at her with a grin and his fingers began drumming against the counter.

"Hello again." His voice was so chipper and he was smiling broadly which was a little off-putting to (Y/n).

She couldn't help but wonder if Neil had seen her approach the bar and followed her, or if this was a coincidence that he came over here at the exact same time as her. It seemed like too much of a coincidence and (Y/n) didn't believe it, she knew Evan wouldn't either if he noticed.

She murmured a small hello and nodded at him before she reached her hand out and flagged the barman.

"What are you having? Something non-alcoholic, obviously." Neil grinned and motioned his hand down to her stomach before he started to tap against the bar again.

"I can get my own drinks, thank you." (Y/n) glanced away from him and smiled at the bar man while she slowly shuffled a foot to the left to add some space between her and Neil. "One coke, one juice and two ciders please."

(Y/n) found herself smiling softly when the notion hit her that she wasn't technically getting her own drinks when Evan had slid his card into her back pocket. But that was different, he was her husband and it was still her ordering and getting the drinks by most means, she didn't want Neil to get her a drink. That wasn't necessary and (Y/n) hadn't been wanting him to do that so he shouldn't feel obligated.

"A friend can't buy you a drink?" His voice sounded deflated and he sighed and dropped his shoulders down like (Y/n) had turned him down for a date.

In a way, she wondered if she had. She wondered if he was asking to get her a drink to get close to her, but she couldn't see why. (Y/n) hadn't given him any signs or led him on in any way, and she was out with her family. He must see that she didn't want to interact with him.

"Not when my husband's around, no." She hoped her smile was sincere enough to tell him she wasn't trying to be rude or come off as a snotty cow.

She swiped the card from her back pocket to pay for the drinks, but her blood ran cold when she heard what Neil muttered as he leaned in close to her side.

"He seems a bit… controlling."

How dare he. How dare Neil try and make assumptions and casual remarks like that. He didn't know Evan, at all, he had met him once for a minute. And he didn't really know (Y/n) either. He said hello to her at work, he offered her a drink or a muffin sometimes in the break room. They shared minimal conversations together, that was it. They were acquaintences, not friends and he had no right to make remarks like that about Evan.

He wasn't controlling. Evan was protective; that was the word that always came to mind when (Y/n) thought about her husband. He was always concerned about her and the girls, they were everything to him and Evan was always careful and protective over all of them. Just like he was about the team and his family.

She took a deep breath and pushed off the counter so she could twist to the right and face Neil a bit better.

Her brow arched and her lips set into a firm line as she tried to speak without setting off an argument.

"You don't even know him-"

"I know that he's watching us right now. It's a bit like Big Brother for you, isn't it? Your every move, scrutinised by him, seems a funny kind of love to me."

The way Neil pointed over her shoulder and then made the effort to wave had (Y/n)'s blood curdling like sour milk. She didn't want to look, she really didn't, but she couldn't help herself when Neil had just made a sarcastic expression and motion that would obviously be aimed at Evan.

And when (Y/n) glanced in the other direction across the restaurant, there he was. He was sat on the edge of the booth, one hand on his knee and the other arm planted on the table with his fingers firmly tapping the edge of the table. His head was tilted to one side and his eyes were void and blank. To anyone else, Evan would look like a daydreamer, lost in his own world.

To (Y/n), he looked volatile. She could almost hear his heavy breathing and those dark eyes were glued to her frame and making her feel nervous because she knew what would be running through his head.

"Well that's your opinion, and I'd thank you not to go around judging. My guy's protective, and I love him for it."

He didn't know anything.

Neil had no idea what kind of relationship (Y/n) had with Evan. He had no idea how close they were or how much (Y/n) relied on Evan and how he was always praising her and telling her she was the only person he felt he connected with and could confide in.

Evan loved her, he loved her more than anything and sometimes that made him protective and cautious around her. But (Y/n) loved him, he was the father of her children and she didn't want to be with anyone else and having someone like Neil commenting on her relationship made her upset.

(Y/n) was glad when she looked back to the bar and noticed that the drinks she had ordered were now being poured. In another minute, she could walk away from Neil and leave this stupid conversation behind. And he could think again if he thought (Y/n) would be having civil conversations with him at work after this. She wouldn't be speaking to him at all after today.

"So if I did this," Neil casually slid his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders, oblivious to the way she tensed and held her breath beside him. "He wouldn't mind?"

He would, and they both knew it.

Reaching behind her, (Y/n) grabbed his wrist and threw it back at him while she sidestepped again to add some more distance between them. Whatever he was doing, it wasn't funny and (Y/n) didn't appreciate it. He was going to rile Evan up and they both knew that. They both knew Evan wasn't just going to sit back and watch.

(Y/n) could of cried when she noticed Evan storming their way. She could see him like a hurricane trudging between the tables, his eyes set on them like he had tunnel vision. With both his hands curled into fists at his sides and his upper lip curling in distaste.

When he walked over, (Y/n) felt like grabbing him and dragging him back to the table, but she couldn't. She knew Evan wasn't just going to walk away even if (Y/n) tried to follow him. He would stand here and argue, right now in the middle of the restaurant. Evan didn't care if people watched or listened in, that didn't bother him at all.

The feeling of Evan's heaving chest pressing into her back made (Y/n)'s head spin and she straightened up when his hand clamped down on her hip. But it was the way his head tilted to one side and how his eyes zoomed in on Neil that made her shiver. If looks could kill, Neil would have dropped to the ground.

"I thought I told you to back off?" His voice was gritty and his words were harsh while he clamped his left hand down on the bar to his left until his short nails were beginning to scratch into the wood.

He didn't really look like he was waiting for an answer, more like he was waiting impatiently for Neil to take yet another hint and wander off with his tail between his legs. Something that didn't seem very likely to happen at the moment.

Neil straightened up off the bar and grinned over at Evan like they were old friends having a catch up rather than two people about to get into a brawl.

"Well I wasn't here to talk to you, I was talking to (Y/n) and she's fine, so you can stand down." The way he waved his hand at Evan was almost dismissive and it was the wrong move to make.

It caused a sinister grin to light up Evan's face as he looked down at Neil in amusement. He really thought he had the ability to intimidate Evan and make him back down. Evan was the one in charge here; he was the one with the power in this situation, and he was the one with the girl. (Y/n) was his, and she didn't seem happy to be talking to Neil so Evan was going to make sure he backed off one way or another.

"Hm, not gonna happen." Both his hands clamped down on (Y/n)'s hips somewhat possessively and he leaned over her shoulder to be closer to the nuisance in front of them. "Now do us all a favour and fuck off."

(Y/n) bristled at the dark tone in her husband's voice and she felt his chest vibrate with each word.

"I think we're both fine, aren't we (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) tensed up when Neil suddenly reached across and held onto her arm. She wasn't sure what he was trying to do, whether he was just holding onto her to rile Evan up, or whether he was about to try and pull her away from Evan. either way, she didn't like whatever intention he had in mind and her arm stiffened in his hold as she leaned back towards Evan.

The last thing they needed was for a fight to break out here and (Y/n) didn't want to be at the centre of an argument. If Neil would just give in and wander off, everything would be okay. He could have just said hello or smiled and left it at that. He didn't need to strike up a conversation and start making comments and butting in where he wasn't wanted.

A gasp broke past (Y/n)'s lips when Evan's right hand let go of her hip and clenched down on Neil's wrist instead.

He gripped so tight that Neil's fingers spasmed and his arm jerked. As soon as he let go of (Y/n)'s arm- although he hadn't been holding onto her with any force- his arm began to shake when Evan thrust his arm to the side harsh enough to set him off balance and catch the attention of the other people around the bar.

"Lay a hand on her again and I break it." His calloused voice was not one to be trifled with.

Evan wasn't opposed to breaking limbs if people didn't listen to him and right now, Neil was getting dangerously close to seeing Evan's dark side.

If he continued to test Evan's patience and push him Evan was going to snap back, and it wouldn't be pretty. But something about this guy made Evan think that this was exactly what he wanted. He seemed rather content to wind Evan up and see how far he could edge this situation.

When he didn't receive a response, Evan moved both hands back down to (Y/n)'s hips and merged his lips with the back of her head. He could see the bar tender watching them closely, wondering whether or not he needed to step in and calm the situation or not. And others were happily watching them, just waiting for a fight to break out.

There was a tray of drinks set down beside them on the counter and (Y/n) reached towards it to break the tension. They should head back to their table. She should drag Evan back towards Maddie and Chimney to calm the situation and end whatever was going on here.

But before she could reach for the tray, Neil's hand was on her upper arm and he tugged just enough to jerk her hand from the tray and get her to turn in his direction.

"You really should get away from him."

The way Neil glanced over at Evan with a snide look was enough to make (Y/n)'s stomach flip dangerously and her hands trembled when she felt Evan let go of her.

There was no time for (Y/n) to move forward or say one word before Evan had swept in front of her.

Evan's name tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips in a shriek when she watched him curl his hand and slam his fist into Neil's nose. The action sent Neil's head surging back with enough force that it looked like his neck had broken and he stumbled into one of the bar stools that stopped him from landing on the floor with a bang.

Both hands moved to cradle his nose that was dripping blood and he groaned, closing his eyes tight but it did nothing to stop them from streaming with tears like a waterfall.

If it were any other situation, (Y/n) would have focused and fawned over the way Evan shook his hand out at his side and flexed his fingers, cracking his knuckles into place that hadn't even broken the skin from the force. His hand wasn't even trembling and he rolled his shoulders and clicked his neck into place like he was only just beginning and starting to fire up. He would have looked dashing, if it weren't for the crazed look in his pupils and the fact that everyone was now crowding round and staring at them.

A hand moved to cover her mouth as she stepped away from the bar and took a step closer until she was directly beside Evan. Her cheek pressed into his bicep and she glanced over at Neil.

His fingers were starting to drip with blood that was trickling down the creases in his hands but there was a fire burning within his eyes that were focused on Evan. He looked like he wanted to retaliate, to throw another punch, but he hesitated.

There was something about Evan that warded him away. This wasn't his first fight over or about (Y/n), far from it, and he wasn't the type to lose. Evan was just getting started and Neil instinctively knew that if he got into this mess any further, he wasn't going to win.

"God, Evan…"

What was she supposed to do? Did she drag Evan back to the table? Did she try and push him outside to get him to calm down? Did she go and get Maddie and Chimney for backup? The only thing she knew she couldn't do was step any closer to Neil.

"Don't touch my wife."

With both her hands now curled around Evan's bicep, (Y/n) pulled his arm into her chest and slowly started to tug him in the opposite direction to the bar. The bartender was now coming around the other side of the bar to evaluate the situation and someone had hold of Neil as if he was going to start throwing punches too.

They didn't need a commotion or a fight, Evan had made his point, that needed to be the end to it now.

"Alright what have we missed?"

"Oh my God, what happened to Neil?"

(Y/n) shuddered when a hand fell on her shoulder but when she whipped her head around, she relaxed when she saw it was just Maddie. Her sister in law stood close to her side with her other hand on her chest as she peered around to see Neil with a blood-covered face and someone forcefully pinning his arms behind his back to stop him writhing around.

"He- he was getting too close." (Y/n) leaned back into Maddie but she let go of Evan's arm when he scoffed and twisted his head to look down at her and his sister.

"That's modest, he fucking grabbed her."

(Y/n) was sure she heard Chimney mutter something about going back to the table before they were all thrown out, and she agreed. She watched Chimney reach for the tray of drinks and (Y/n) tried again to tug on Evan's arm as they all stumbled back in the direction of their table.

She was partly surprised the bartender hadn't tried to throw Evan out or threaten to call the police yet. But then again, he might have interpreted the situation the same way as Evan. He had seen Neil cosy up to (Y/n) and talk to her and he had clearly seen Evan come over to (Y/n) like he was coming to the rescue.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) burrowed her face into Evan's arm and closed her eyes, letting him take the lead back to their table. She inhaled his scent and tried to calm down her raging nerves, but it wasn't working.

How was she supposed to go back to work after this? How would she and Maddie both cope seeing Neil on shift with them?

Maddie was going to give him the cold shoulder and the silent treatment, she wasn't going to be impressed at all and she would now be protective over (Y/n).

But (Y/n) had a horrible feeling that this was going to keep riling Evan up. He knew Neil worked with (Y/n) and that their shifts might line up frequently. He wouldn't trust Neil not to approach (Y/n) and try to talk to her and carry on this line of conversation like he had done at the bar. Evan might tell (Y/n) to put in a complaint at work.

She had never done that before. She had never had any issues or complaints with anyone she worked with in this job or her previous job. If she put in a complaint or raised a concern and her and Neil were put on opposite shifts, he might bear a grudge. He might tell people at dispatch. It would cause grievances and waves at work that (Y/n) didn't want to deal with.

But she could feel Evan's chest rising and falling, heaving with each breath like he was about to explode. He wasn't likely to calm down after this, she knew that, and his protectiveness was going to broaden and carry on even after they went home.

Going to work would become insufferable now.

[theemporium]

Fluff you say? What about sirius in an established relationship still pining hopelessly after reader, like she’s across from him in the library or they meet up after class and sirius is all heart eyes and trying to touch her and kiss her as if they’ve been separated for years???

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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One hour.

You had been apart from your boyfriend for one hour and he was acting as though you had been shipped off to war or something equally as dramatic.

He had a double free period in the afternoon, one hour of which he shared with you before you disappeared off to your herbology class. And unfortunately for his friends, it meant they were left dealing with an undeniably whiny Sirius until you returned.

“Pads, I swear to fuck—”

“This is not the support I need, Moony,” Sirius sighed heavily. “Where’s the emotional support in this friendship? Where is the concern for my happiness?”

Remus closed his eyes, his fingers pressed against his temples. “She’s coming back, I don’t know why you’re acting like she won’t.”

“Sorry for missing my girlfriend,” Sirius scoffed.

“You should be,” James piped up, lifting his head from the textbook he had been lying face first on. “You’re being dramatic. And that’s coming from me.”

Sirius glared between his two best friends. “Evans would never treat me like this.”

“Lily would hex your mouth shut before you could even start crying,” James snorted.

“I just want to be with—”

“Your girlfriend, yes! We get it!” Remus interrupted, opening his eyes just to find a pout on his friend’s lips. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Sirius lifted his chin. “All I’m saying is—”

“Oh no, what’s he on about now?”

All three boys’ heads whirled around as they watched you approach their table they had snagged in the courtyard. You had your book bag over your shoulder, a few books in your hands and a tired smile on your face as you walked towards them after your last class of the day.

It was a sight to behold as Sirius scrambled up from his seat, meeting you halfway as he grabbed your face and placed a smacking kiss against your lips.

“My love,” he grinned down at you as he quickly took your books and bag from you, placing them on the table before wrapping his arms around you.

“Hi baby,” you laughed, your arms wounding around his waist as you swayed back and forth.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your neck, letting out a wistful sigh as he felt your fingers run through his hair.

“You saw me earlier, Sirius,” you snorted, catching the eyes of both Remus and James over your boyfriend’s shoulders. “Can’t have missed me that much.”

James snorted. “Wanna bet?”

Sirius pulled back, ignoring both his friends as he simply smiled down at you. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Where are we going?”

“To nap in my dorm,” he said with a cheeky grin. “And get away from these pricks.”

“Please keep your hands to yourself!” James groaned. “I don’t need to walk in on anything again.”

Sirius grabbed your belongings, not letting you hold a single item before he flashed his friends a smile, already dragging you away from the table.

“Keep your eyes closed then, Prongs!”

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[beepboopkek]

need jing yuan to lay on top of me... i bet he'd be hesitant at first, not wanting to crush you (literally) but after a while he'd start to doze off and fully relax. he's so huge,, i might not be able to breathe after all but its so wort it!!

GOD UR SO RIGHT ANON YOU ACTIVATED MY JY BRAINROT SO BAD I SHIT OUT THIS 560 WORDS FLUFF DRABBLE INSTANTLY IM IN THE MIDDLE OF EXAM WEEK BUT DO I CARE!!!! NO!!! Jing Yuan x GN!Reader (Fluff)

“You want me to do what?”

Your boyfriend blinked owlishly at you, almost as if you'd spoken a language he didn't understand.

“I want you to lay on top of me.”

“I'll crush you—”

“—and that is exactly what I want. Please.”

You gave him your best pleading face until he sighed and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the bed, both of you were already in your home clothes so you didn't have to worry about his armour.

“The things I do for you…”

You jumped up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before jumping onto and splaying yourself in the center of the bed, looking like a starfish.

You wiggled your fingers as you smiled up at him,

“Come onnn, I know you want to!”

Jing Yuan eyed the bed hesitantly.

“Do I just—” He paused before gesturing at your body

“plop down on you?”

“Do whatever you want Jing Yuan, just lay on top of me.” – You emphasized with great need.

Jing Yuan shook his head and slowly crawled up the bed, both his arms caging you in as his hair fell down his shoulders.

“You know,” He began with a cheeky look and you already knew where this was going.

“Jing Yuan.” You hissed back at him before he could complete his sentence.

Before you could scold him again, the air out of your lungs was pushed out entirely as you felt the heavy weight of your boyfriend drop down on you. Panicked by the sound of the loud gasp you let out, he immediately lifted some of his weight before grabbing you.

“Sorry, sorry, was that too much?”

You smiled back at him giddily,

“Do it again!” 

Jing Yuan sighed in relief but told you a firm “No” before speaking again.

“I'm only going to let down some of my weight, we'll stop after you've had your share of whatever this is.”

And with that, the general lowered his body onto yours once again but, this time he was holding himself up slightly.

You only giggled in response and wrapped your arms around his soft head, gently petting the white hair.

“Relax, Yu.”

Jing Yuan only groaned in response, his head buried into the soft material on your chest. His voice was muffled as he spoke.

“I am relaxing.”

“You're not, drop your whole weight on me.”

Jing Yuan only nuzzled his face further into your chest and made a noise of disagreement.

He was enjoying this, you could tell.

“This was a good idea.”

“Mhhhmmm.”

Jing Yuan drawled out.

There was a soft silence after, the only sounds in the room were your hands petting your boyfriend's hair and his soft breathing.

Slowly but surely, you felt more and more of Jing Yuan’s weight drop back down on you, the “dozing” general finally dozing off.

You chose his afternoon nap time for a reason, there's no way he'd be able to resist his sleep cradled this close to you.

It had barely been five minutes into the silence that had fallen over the room when you heard his soft snores.

Checkmate.

You smiled fondly before closing your own eyes, your breath coming out in short intervals.

You'll sacrifice being able to properly breathe for now— Hell, you'd sacrifice anything to have him agree to do this more often.

[bellaxgiornata]

Accidents

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Mom!Reader Word Count: 1.7k [Collection Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: fluff, humor, and Matt getting an unwelcome surprise

Summary: While distracted talking to you, Matt forgets the first rule of diaper changes.

a/n: Yet again another blurb that grew into the length of a one-shot... I also couldn't get the mental image out of my head of this happening to Matt, so here you go! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Leaning forward towards your laptop on the coffee table with your legs curled up on the leather couch, you reread the paragraph you’d just typed. For the past few weeks this was where you’d been stationed at home fielding emails from work when you were supposed to be on maternity leave. 

While you'd been working this afternoon, you’d occasionally paused to glance across the living room, your eyes landing on the bassinet that you’d pulled out from the bedroom earlier. Every few minutes you felt compelled to check and make sure your one month old little boy was still peacefully napping. And every time you did, you longed to be finished with the work you weren't even supposed to be doing–let alone thinking about–so you could get back to just spending time with him. 

Releasing a tired sigh, your attention returned to your laptop. As you worked, you became so absorbed in composing the email to your colleague that you hadn’t heard the apartment door open behind you. Neither had you heard Matt hanging up his cane on the wall hook in the entry hall, or the sound of him slipping out of his dress shoes over the loud click click click of your typing. It wasn’t until you felt hands gently landing on your shoulders that you suddenly jumped a couple of inches on the couch in surprise, your head flying over your shoulder as your heart rate spiked.

Matt leaned over the backrest, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Evening, sweetheart,” he greeted.

“Shit, Matt,” you said, throwing a hand over your heart as his hands released you. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“I know,” he replied. “You seemed very deep in concentration.” His brows dipped beneath his dark glasses, his head canting to the side as he paused in thought. “You’re not working again, are you? Because it sort of sounds like you’re working.”

Blowing out an irritated sigh, you nodded. “Try telling my boss that. I swear, every afternoon there’s something she can’t seem to figure out without my help. Though technically what she’s contacting me for isn’t violating any of the terms of my leave, so I can't exactly refuse her.”

Matt’s mouth pulled into a frown as he began to undo the knot of his tie. “Unfortunately,” he muttered. “Though I wish she’d leave you alone. You’re already doing enough as it is.”

“You're not the only one wishing that,” you grumbled.

Turning around and focusing back on your partially written email, you were vaguely aware of Matt making his way around the apartment, slipping out of his suit coat as he walked. But when he paused just in front of the bedroom door, a smile slipping onto his face as his head turned in the direction of the bassinet beside it, your fingers hovered over the keyboard. 

Watching him over the screen of your laptop, a small smile spread onto your own lips. You remembered how he had been so nervous about becoming a father. You remembered all the late nights he'd paced the living room talking a mile a minute, worried about all the what-ifs he feared would happen and how he was afraid of being a disappointment. But even as you’d listened to his nervous chatter, you'd never once doubted him. You’d never questioned the fact that he'd be a great father. 

“Someone’s sleepy,” Matt observed, attention still on the bassinet.

“He’s been out for a couple of hours now,” you told him. “Downed a full bottle of milk and passed right out. Though I give him a couple of minutes before he wakes.” You shook your head, eyes dropping fondly down to your sleeping son. “I swear he’s got a sixth sense or something,” you said. “Because he always knows every single time you come back home.”

“Like father, like son,” Matt joked.

You rolled your eyes as Matt disappeared into the bedroom, sliding his tie out from beneath his collar. Attention returning to your almost finished email, you hoped you could finally write the last paragraph so you could send it and forget about it.

“Hopefully he at least grows a better sense of self-preservation,” you whispered.

Matt chuckled in the bedroom, the sound drawing forth a smile as you continued to work. Though you’d only managed to type a couple of sentences before the sound of soft, irritated cries rose from across the room. Eyes raising from your laptop yet again, you glanced at the bassinet. Sure enough your baby boy was awake.

“I swear, he always knows,” you muttered under your breath. 

Before you could even rise from off the couch, Matt appeared back in the living room. He’d apparently only managed to remove his dress shirt and glasses before he’d been interrupted, leaving him standing there shirtless with the belt buckle on his dress pants undone.

“I’ve got him, sweetheart,” he told you. “Just finish your email. Pretty sure he just needs a diaper change. Nothing I can't handle.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I can get him if you want to finish getting out of your work clothes.”

Matt waved you off as he made his way over to the bassinet. “It’s fine,” he assured you. “Plus, I missed the little guy today.”

Silently you watched Matt, distracted by him bending over the bassinet and scooping your son up into his bare arms. He carried him across the room to the changing table you’d both struggled to set up just before you'd given birth–a comical memory now.

“By the way,” Matt said, gently lowering your son onto the changing table before unsnapping the bottom of his onesie, “Foggy, Marci, and Karen were wondering what time would work best for us to have them stop over this weekend.”

“Oh?” you asked, perking up on the couch. “So they’re finally coming to meet the little guy?”

“Now that things have slowed at the office a little,” Matt said, undoing the dirty diaper on your son as he glanced back over towards you. “Yeah, they were hoping to. Is that alright?”

“More than alright,” you told him. “I could use some company that isn’t a crying baby for once.”

Matt’s eyes narrowed at you. “You have me, don’t you?”

A teasing grin slid onto your face as you fought back a laugh. “I said what I said, Matty.” 

The corners of his mouth curled up into that smartass grin he often had before he hit you with a witty comeback of his own, but before he could retaliate, you saw what Matt failed to notice just a second before he realized what was happening. Eyes going wide, you abruptly pointed at the baby behind him as a stream of fresh piss shot up into the air. It wasn’t until the stream hit Matt square in his bare chest, his mouth dropping open in shock, that he realized his son was peeing on him.

“Not again !” Matt exclaimed, hurriedly focusing back on your son.

Throwing a hand over your mouth to cover your laugh, you rose from the couch and rushed over as Matt fumbled to grab a fresh diaper from beside himself in order to cover your son’s continuing stream. Struggling to fight back your amusement, you couldn’t help but find it funny that this wasn’t even the first time this had happened to him.

“The man without fear indeed,” you said, still choking back your laughter.

“What?” Matt distractedly asked.

“You,” you replied, coming to a stop beside him before lightly pushing him out of the way with your hip. “You're quite fearless to change a baby boy's diaper while repeatedly forgetting to keep him covered so you don't get peed on.”

“Well I was a little distracted,” he grumbled.

You held out a clean baby wipe towards Matt, still biting back the amused smile on your face. Matt accepted the wipe from your hand before beginning to clean off his chest.

“You know,” you began, focusing on finishing the diaper change, “for someone with heightened senses, you’d think out of the pair of us that it would be me who kept accidentally getting peed on. But no. Somehow it's always you.” 

“Hilarious,” Matt deadpanned.

“I think so,” you teased. “But why don't you jump in the shower?” you suggested, picking the baby back up into your arms when you'd finished securing a clean diaper on him. “I'm sure you don't want to smell like pee for the rest of the night.”

Matt stopped wiping at his chest, his hand dropping back to his side as his shoulders slumped. With his attention returning to you, he asked, “You love when this happens, don't you?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, still grinning. “I mean, it's kind of funny how you don't ever seem to learn,” you answered. “Because you’d think after the second or third time you’d remember the dangers of not covering him during a diaper change. Especially after that night last week.”

Matt shook his head, his expression still entirely unamused. “No, not you,” he said. He raised a hand to point a finger at the baby in your arms. “I was asking the little guy.”

Your gaze dropped down to your son before it returned to him. “Matt,” you said, once more struggling to fight down a laugh, “he's barely a month old. He can't even laugh yet. There’s no way he’s doing it for shits and giggles.”

“Uh huh,” he said, turning and making his way towards the bathroom now. “I bet that’s the real reason he always wakes up when I come home.”

Your brows jumped up onto your forehead. “To pee on you?” 

“Yes,” Matt called back over his shoulder, the hint of amusement now in his tone. “Just to pee on me.”

Grinning down at the little boy in your arms, you eyed him curiously. “Is that true?” you cooed at him. “Do you do that on purpose? Did you just wake up to pee on your dad?”

Your son only looked back up at you, his mouth opening wide in a yawn before he slowly closed his eyes again.

“Huh,” you mused, carrying the now sleepy baby back towards the bassinet. “Maybe there’s some merit behind that idea after all.”

[speechlessxx]

new addition. [henry cavill x reader]

summary: anything henry does instantly goes viral.

warnings: mention of fangirls. plot twist?

word count: ~850

It was a poor choice of words on Henry’s behalf – and he knew that.

You knew he knew that.

Ever since you’ve met him, nearly three years ago, you’ve noticed that Henry relished in the chaos he created from just one simple post. Whether it was a clip of him working out or him panting after his jog or even a simple picture of Kal, he sent the internet into a frenzy each time he broke his silence on social media. In fact, you would say he’d get off on it – but of course, he would only respond with a amused smirk and a shake of his head.

And sometimes, just sometimes, he liked to drag you into his mess.

So, when your phone dinged once, then twice, then a million times after one afternoon, you knew Henry had done something yet again.

At first, you ignored the incessant chimes of Instagram and Twitter. The colorful purple and the calm blue icons staring up at you, tauntingly as if saying, “we know something you don’t”. But this wasn’t your first time on the Henry post rollercoaster, and you opted to just turn your phone on Do Not Disturb, silencing the annoying chimes and buzzing.

But only for a few hours … until curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself exchanging your novel for your cell phone.

You noticed that your accounts had an influx of new followers and posts had more likes and comments than usual. The culprit for this sudden popularity was a single tagged post from your beloved boyfriend.

It was a rather strange occurrence. Henry was keen on keeping your relationship as private as his career would allow. You’ve graced his stories once or twice throughout your two year long relationship, but he had never been so outright and forthcoming on his public feed.

The photograph was nowhere near risqué – which brought a bit or relief to your anxiety. It was a photograph of you curled up on Henry’s bare chest, sleeping your fatigue away. You were covered up enough with the nearly sheer night slip and Henry’s muscled arm wrapped around you. However, it was the caption that caught your eye.

“Our new addition kept her up all night.”

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened as you read that line over and over again. That cheeky little –

There were multiple “congratulations” comments beneath the post, followed by various celebratory emojis. Of course, there was a heavy amount of jealous fans’ inputs, but you considered yourself a veteran at this point – their comments became an inherent risk the moment Henry asked you out on a date.

Speculations, articles, “Baby Cavill” trended worldwide. You couldn’t help but slap a palm onto your forehead before groaning. Despite being frustrated because you were trending for such an obscure reason, you couldn’t help but find the entire situation amusing.

You came out of your shared bedroom just as he was walking into the house. Normally, you would take the time to admire your sculpted-by-the-gods boyfriend – especially after a run or a work out – but today, you wagged a finger in his face.

“You,” you said, in a mock scolding tone, “owe the world an explanation, Mr. Cavill.” Behind Henry padded in Kal, who ran to greet you, nudging your calves with his wet nose. “Your dad has gotten me into big trouble, bear.”

The dog stared up at you with big eyes but you knew that the only thought going through the Akita’s mind was, “treat?”

Henry burst out laughing as he pulled out his phone, undoubtedly reading through the mess he’s created. He seemed almost as elated as he was when he saw the reactions to his PC building video.

“Hennn,” you whined, pouting.

Before your boyfriend could respond, a high pitched bark could be heard as your new puppy ran  towards its family. Energic from his afternoon nap, the little guy jumped and pawed at you, trying to get your attention. He’d occasionally bump into Kal but the older dog didn’t pay him any mind, opting to lay down on the wooden floors, exhausted from his run with his dad.

You bent down to play with the little puppy, cooing at it and handling its tiny paws as Henry recorded.

He’d eventually post the multitude of photos and videos of you and the new puppy with the caption, “Just to clarify, we got a new puppy.” The simple caption would ease the fangirls, but the new puppy news did not stop Baby Cavill from continuing to trend.

Henry loved watching his family grow. The puppy testing Kal’s patience, but Kal proving time and time again that he is a very good boy. And you were an incredible dog mom. Going through the photos on his new post brought a smile to his face as he found himself getting lost in a day dream. He couldn’t wait to introduce an actual little one to the family (though you’d argue that the puppy was indeed your baby).

[hellinistical]

"Dance with me?"

WC: 903

Warnings: Fem.Reader

The studio was bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon, the sun spilling through the tall windows in streams of amber and honey. Dust motes danced lazily in the beams, settling on half-finished canvases, scattered brushes, and palettes smeared with a rainbow of colors. On the worn leather couch in the corner, the artist lay sprawled, his arm draped over his face, the soft rise and fall of his chest betraying his peaceful slumber.

His lover stepped quietly into the room, her h/c hair ablaze in the sunlight. The glow caught every strand, making it look like a fiery halo surrounding her head. She paused, her eyes softening as they lingered on him. The way his hair was tousled, the smudge of paint still on his cheek—it was all so endearingly him.

A mischievous smile curled her lips. She tiptoed closer, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her steps. Leaning over him, she placed her face close to his, her breath warm against his ear.

"Sleeping on the job again, are we?" she whispered, her voice playful.

The artist stirred but didn’t open his eyes. A small, lazy smile played on his lips as if even in his sleep, he recognized her teasing tone.

She laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. "If you’re going to nap, at least do it in a bed, you dolt."

When he still didn’t respond, she leaned in closer, her lips almost grazing his ear. "If you don’t wake up, I’m going to paint something embarrassing on your face."

That did it. He groaned, his hand reaching out blindly to swat her away, but his smile widened. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Not a chance," she replied, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his temple. The warmth of her lips seemed to wake him more than her words. He cracked open one eye, the golden light reflecting in its e/c depths.

"You're too pretty for your own good, you know that?" he murmured, his gaze tracing her glowing hair, her cheeks, and the way the sunlight made her eyes sparkle.

"And you’re too sluggish when you’re half-asleep," she shot back, tugging at his arm until he reluctantly sat up. His hair stuck up in wild directions, and she reached out to smooth it down, laughing when he pouted at her.

"Fine, I’m up," he grumbled, though the soft smile on his face betrayed him. "But only because you threatened my face."

She grinned, leaning down to kiss his lips this time. "See? I’m a great motivator."

Y/n set the stereo down on the coffee table with a gentle clunk, its worn-out casing a relic of countless years and countless songs. The bent antenna stuck up at an awkward angle, like a stubborn reminder of its resilience. The plastic had yellowed with age, but she swore it added character—just like Rafayel's perpetually paint-smeared hands.

“Dance with me?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with playful insistence. Her e/c eyes sparkled in the golden light, and her smile—cheeky and irresistible—hinted at mischief. She tugged on his hand, urging him up from the couch.

Rafayel raised a brow, his expression caught somewhere between amused and skeptical. "That thing still works?"

"It does now," she said, flashing him a triumphant grin. “I fixed it. Kind of. You just have to wiggle the antenna a bit.”

Before he could respond, she bent over the stereo, her hair cascading like liquid fire, and clicked a button. A static-filled hum buzzed through the room, followed by the crackle of an old tune fighting its way through the speakers. She gave the antenna a determined jiggle, and suddenly, a slow, soulful melody spilled into the space.

"See?" she said, straightening up and offering her hand again. "Now stop being grumpy and dance with me."

He sighed, a half-laugh escaping as he let her pull him to his feet. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"And you love it," she shot back, already swaying to the music.

Rafayel allowed himself to be guided, his larger hands settling on her waist as hers rested lightly on his shoulders. She moved effortlessly, her body flowing with the rhythm as if the song were written just for her. The golden light framed her, making her appear ethereal.

He stumbled a little at first, his sleep-heavy limbs struggling to find the beat, but her infectious energy soon drew him in. They swayed together, spinning in lazy circles across the wooden floor. She laughed when he misstepped, and he pretended to frown, only to catch her off-guard by dipping her dramatically.

"Show-off," she teased, her laughter bubbling up as he brought her back upright.

"You're the one who dragged me into this," he countered, but his grin betrayed him.

The song crackled and skipped, the stereo hiccuping under the strain of its age, but neither of them cared. In that golden-lit moment, the world outside the studio seemed to disappear, leaving only the music, their shared laughter, and the warmth of each other's presence.

As the melody faded, Y/n leaned into him, her cheek resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, holding her close.

"You're terrible at dancing," she murmured, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"And you're terrible at fixing stereos," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.

[twstgarden]

❁ ❝ 𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 ❞

━ first years and gn! reader (reader can either be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ the weekend is finally here, and you and your dear batchmates have decided to make the best of it with a simple get-together. (f/n means first name)

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

­­­­knock, knock, knock

the obnoxious thumping on the door abruptly interrupted your blissful weekend nap. you groaned in annoyance as you sat up, rubbing your eyes and realising your accompanied creature with an abyssal appetite was nowhere to be seen.

you got out of bed and opened the door in a rather grumpy manner, preparing to show your frustration to whoever was knocking on your door on a weekend.

as soon as your eyes landed on a familiar group, your frustration grew even more, “what’s the big deal, guys?”

deuce was the first to apologise sheepishly as he spoke, “ah, sorry, n/n…” before he could continue speaking, however, a certain first year cut him off, casually draping an arm on your shoulder with that cheeky grin on his face.

“happy weekend, n/n~! remember the plan we talked about? also, it’s 3 in the afternoon, why are you still sleeping?”

ace’s words made you realise this weekend had some plans for you with your batchmates. it was no wonder that epel, jack, and ortho were standing by your bedroom door as well. however, there was one missing person…

“where’s sebek?” you asked, trying to get ace’s heavy arm off your shoulders, but he took it as a sign to tighten his hold onto you just to annoy you even more.

“he’s in the backyard, setting up the grill,” replied jack, and as soon as he said that, he excused himself and went to the backyard to assist sebek.

“the foods to be grilled are all prepared! go and dress up, n/n,” spoke epel as he smiled at you before walking away, presumably heading to your kitchen, leaving ace, deuce, and ortho with you. the Ignihyde child had a bright smile on, showing how excited he was to spend time with you.

“f/n-san! good afternoon!” greeted the child enthusiastically, causing you to smile as all your frustrations from earlier disappeared in the blink of an eye. you patted ortho’s shoulder as you replied, “good afternoon, ortho. well, i’ll make me look presentable.”

ace hummed as he replied teasingly, “you should. you look like you came out of a cave after a century has passed."

you were about to reply but he quickly left with deuce and ortho in tow, heading to either the backyard or the kitchen to prepare for today’s hangout. you sighed, shaking your head slightly before closing your bedroom door.

“grim! that’s my chicken!” yelled epel as he tried to get his barbecue chicken from grim, but it was long gone from his hands as it met the darkness of his stomach. you gave epel a piece of your chicken to make up for grim’s behaviour, “you should have guarded your food better, epel~”

the pomefiore first year huffed before trying to hand you back your meal, feeling embarrassed that you had to give up something of your own for him. your conversation was abruptly cut off by a loud voice from the microphone coming from the lounge.

“HELLO!!!”

the rest shrieked, almost dropping their food or drinks in the process before you looked at sebek standing by the lounge window with a disapproved expression, seeing him hold the microphone as he tested its volume. jack, who was beside him, was clearly annoyed from the loud noise, “sebek, don’t yell into the mic…”

“i was testing it!”

“you could just tap it…” mumbled jack before lowering the volume a little.

you chuckled at their dynamics before sipping on your drink. deuce and epel were busy grilling the marinated meat and potatoes. the aroma of the savoury meals reached your nostrils, filling you with delight as you felt your stomach rumble a little.

ace noticed you had been staring at the grilling barbecue meat and potatoes, and without a word, he grabbed a small plate and filled it with the recently cooked meals. he then approached you, sitting beside you as he handed the plate, “you did not eat yet and i could see how you were drooling at the sight of the grill.”

deuce quickly glanced at you as he continued grilling the potatoes while epel continued grilling the meat, grabbing your preferred sauce, and handing it to you as the heartslabyul first year smiled, “eat up, n/n. we still have plenty of food to grill.”

“thanks, guys, but this is a lot. i can’t finish this,” you spoke as you looked at the filled-up plate. ace grabbed some utensils and said with a teasing grin, “who says you’re eating that alone? now, scooch over.”

“the karaoke is all good!” announced jack as he and sebek stood by the window of the lounge with a proud smile. the karaoke machine was seen behind them as it was flickering colourful lights to indicate that it was on. “i’ve updated the song list, too!” added ortho, causing epel and ace to cheer in delight, feeling excited to just start singing with drinks and barbecues on the table.

“let’s eat first before we sing our hearts out,” recommended deuce as he continued grilling the potatoes. “more like annoy people,” corrected epel with a soft snicker as he continued grilling the meat.

as you all ate to your heart’s content, evening came rather quickly. laughter and light-hearted bickering filled the atmosphere as you enjoyed your drinks and meals with your batchmates. as soon as the sun had set, ace decided to use his magic to put up some lights in the area – to impress, perhaps, or to fish out compliments.

“oohh, that’s more like it. now, i can see if a certain paw tries to steal my food again,” remarked epel before grim huffed. “you were not even eating it, so i did the meat a favour and devoured it!” spoke the cat-monster as the rest of you chuckled.

after a few minutes, you were conversing with sebek about the books he lent you a week ago. he was seated beside you, the grill settled on his other side as it remained closed after having all your meals. your conversation was unfortunately cut short by a sudden loud singing.

(1) “🎶 YOU CAN RELAX MY FRIE—”

“not yet! the instrumental isn’t even playing yet,” exclaimed epel as he laughed, stopping ace from singing with no background music. deuce chuckled while ortho had a smile on as he spoke, “ace trappola-san is just excited to sing!”

“the lyrics he sang did not match his current demeanour, though,” remarked jack.

“ortho is right! come on, epel, play it already! i’ll show you all that i’ll get the highest points!” cheered ace as epel sighed, playing the instrumental as ace started singing. both you and sebek were already cut off from your conversation and listened to ace’s singing. as much as you wanted to tease him, he sings pretty well that you can help but sway to the beat.

after ace completed the song, the point system showed up and he got a perfect score, making him cheer, “WOOHH!!! told y’all so!” deuce sighed and stood up, snatching the microphone from ace as he spoke, “it’s too early to celebrate.”

deuce went through the track list, wanting to see which song he would start singing. it took a few seconds until he found the song he wanted to sing. as soon as the instrumental started playing, he started singing.

(2) “🎶 welcome to wonderland, we’ve got it all~ 🎶”

if you had a light stick, you would have been waving it. you enjoyed deuce’s performance, complimenting him once he was done singing as you liked how his voice sounded. he was bashful due to your compliment but remained calm as he thanked you.

as soon as deuce’s points showed on the screen, ace chuckled and said, “hah! you’re just 3 points lower than me!” deuce huffed as he retorted back in reply, “i-i didn’t give it my all, okay!” ace laughed in response, “nah, i’m kidding. there’s actually a trick in getting the perfect score during karaoke.”

and with that, the heartslabyul first year shared his trade secret, but of course, he wanted something in return.

once that was done, it was jack’s turn to sing, but he declined the offer, “no, i don’t sing… it’s not my thing, you know.” his words made the rest of you let out disapproving groans as deuce practically shoved the microphone to him, “it’s all for fun, man! don’t worry, we won’t tease you.”

“hehehe…”

“ace, stop chuckling.”

as the rest continued bickering and laughing about, you remained seated with your arms crossed and a smile on your face, eyeing each and every one of them as thoughts swirled in your mind, finding peace, comfort, and happiness from just being surrounded by them, by the people you call your friends.

‘you always make me feel included... like i belong here...’

lyrics are taken from: 1 – Open Arms by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, Steven Dookie, and EPIC Ensemble from EPIC: The Musical – The Troy Saga 2 – Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[the-monkeies-girl]

26 and 32 with Anaya pls?

26. play fighting 32. neck kisses

Do you want me to die huh huh

Balance was not your strong point as was evident as your legs tangled themselves into a knot and you found yourself falling onto your back with a soft ‘omfph’ against the leafy ground of the woods that encased the village so lovingly, brushing the outer edges in the casted shadows in the late summers that beckoned you into the canopy much like you found yourself in as you sat up onto your forearms, Anaya skidding his sleek body in front of your own, only a foot from splayed feet as you let out a laugh, Anaya tapping his right hand against the ground as a delicate warning of the impending attack as you smiled innocently at him, hoping the cheeky grin would spare you from the Ape leaping his body weight onto yours and toppling both of your forms down the embankment that rested behind you.

 “I tripped. You wouldn’t attack me when I’m defenseless,” Looking around, you smiled again, this time using a bit more teeth in a silly fashion, “R-right?” 

Anaya tilted his head to the side in faux contemplation as he drew himself even closer, his hunched body trailing directly above your own and you fell back slowly onto your back as he perched himself atop you, ample gaze meeting green and golden flecked eyes that swirled with mischievous intent. Not pressing down hard enough that you were without breath, but enough to keep you from escaping, his tiny waist pressing to the lower part of your navel. Giggling nervously, Anaya rolled his shoulders and felt the fur rising on his shoulders from your compromised position. All the more enticing to the Chimp, all the more easy to over power you after what he had learned a few minutes ago.

“Bad for Echo, good for Anaya.”

“No!” The shriek was torn between a laugh and actual fear for what he was going to place on your skin if Anaya actually caught you in his hands.The hot, leathery and commandeering in ways that were not known upon first glance with the Ape, the assumption being that he was always careful and gentle but you knew better as you narrowed your gaze along his own in anticipation. You needed to move first, it was your best chance. On one… You counted in your mouth and smiled at your courting Ape. Two… He tilted his head curiously at the crossed determination that ran against your expression. Three!

Rolling onto your side, you were fast to get yourself propped onto your hands and knees to skirt yourself away from his larger frame, Anaya’s body lifting to let you go and though there was skepticism that ran in your mind at your form trailing away from him as to why he was releasing you from the torment that was waiting at the very tips of his fingers wanting to rack themselves down your curved sides and traced their way down your ribcage to the more fleshy delectations of your waist and hips. 

Anaya had just figured out in those previously mentioned minutes when you two were deliciously drenched in the shade of a nearby tree, enjoying a grazing nap in the afternoon as you waited for Noa and Soona to join before trailing to communal dinner, that you had an adverse reaction to that. To his hands on your side. On your bare skin, under the thinning of your t-shirt and you were cackling, reddened in the face, unable to catch your breath and trying to push yourself away from him. Anaya liked it, commencing once again as you thrashed against him. Successful in the most part, you had gotten away from Anaya at that time and dashed away with a laugh as you held your sides, but not for long.

He lunged at you, leaving a trail of leaves in his wake from the quickened nature of his agile body, your own falling flat on the ground as you rolled a few times before teetering onto your back with another rocketed chortle, eyes shut as Anaya grasped at you to get you below him to keep the tears from leaking out from intensified laughing. Anaya pinned one hand down, his face hovered too close to your own, to the point where you could see the yummy gleam of his teeth in your line of vision as a lick of exhilaration danced down your spine and rested uncomfortably but pleasurably on your tailbone. “It-It doesn’t ne-need to be this way, Anaya.” Shoulders moved with a loud hoot as Anaya tilted his head back in amusement at your plea. It was so nice to hear, the wispy tone coming from the back of his throat as he was enjoying himself. “Want to hear you… again… Beg Anaya to stop.”

Struggling below him, you watched in baited agony as he brought his hand upwards so you could see it, so close in proximity that you were able to see the delicate sweep of the wrinkles on his palm. “P-Please no! Anything but that I---”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the overjoyed feeling of Anaya’s hot lips against your neck. Slowly and assuringly, the hand that he had teased you with disappeared as you tilted your own head to the side for a bit more--- Anything but the tearing of his hands against your side in torture. You were willing to subside that for this split second even though your conscious mind was telling you otherwise, it was a ploy. Something to get you distracted… A good one, you bit your bottom lip harder than intended as Anaya dragged his mouth, tugging his top lip against your skin before muttering into the shell of your ear, “Anaya… Is not merciful.”

“Wh---”

Without warning, you were being petted along your sides, Anaya huffing loudly as he brought his touch against your fabric clad skin, but on the way back up they tucked themselves onto your bare skin for even more undiluted punishment as you laughed hard, unable to breathe or catch yourself from flailing under him, “N-No!!! Th-This is not fa-" The touches got rougher as he trenched from your hips all the way upwards towards your armpits, the birds echoing in the sky along with your screech, "AAAAAANAYA!!!!!!!”

[megalony]

Little Flirt

It's been a while, but this is a new Nick Amaro imagine, requested by the lovely @ilikestuffs-stuff. I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Masterlist

Summary: Nick is about to head home when he realises he's left some stuff at the precinct. So he takes his daughter with him to retrieve them, and the team meet his little girl.

Enjoy.

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"Alright beautiful," Nick murmured softly as he kissed the top of Sophie's head, brushing his thumb across her rosy cheek when she leaned into him.

He bounced her on his hip, grinning to himself when she cosied up further into his chest like it was the middle of winter and she was trying to keep warm. Her hand was clutching his overcoat and her face was nuzzled down against his shoulder.

When he moved his hand from her cheek to rub up and down her back, she let out a content hum and started tapping her hand against his chest, still clinging to edge of his coat.

It wasn't often that Nick finished early enough to pick Sophie up from daycare, but today had been a half day since he had done the last three days in a row and worked late into the night on each shift. Leaving earlier meant he could pick Sophie up on his way home rather than (Y/n) having to come out and collect her and it meant Nick got a bit of time with his girl, one on one.

He reached the car and sat Sophie in his right arm so he could open the door and lean in to buckle her in. He clipped her in and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek which caused her to squeal.

She was only eighteen months old, but she was as cheeky as a ten year old and she knew just how to get Nick round her little finger. She was the apple of his eye.

"Are you ready?" He grinned when she smiled and nodded, not knowing what he was asking, only understanding his smile that radiated down at her.

Once she was in, Nick headed round and climbed in the driver's seat. He had livened up when he went in to get Sophie, but now he was starting to feel drained again. He knew once he got home he would be having something to eat and then he would spark out for a nap with Sophie. Neither of them would be doing much for the rest of the afternoon.

He turned on the ignition and glanced to the right when he got his phone from his pocket and tossed it on the passenger seat.

Where were his case files?

A deep frown set in his brow and he leaned across, moving his badge, the few takeout coffee cups and the pacifier and toys he had cluttering the seat. He stretched across to reach into the passenger footwell which seemed to tickle Sophie who giggled like he had just fallen over.

He needed those files. He had to up early in the morning to go down to court and be a witness. He had to have those files so he knew all of the relevant information and he needed the release papers for a suspect. After court Nick was meant to pick up a suspect from the cells. All those documents had to go with him so he could prepare tonight and then take them tomorrow to get the suspect, he couldn't get them released without the paperwork.

"Fuck." He tossed the empty cups and sat back in his seat, closing his eyes as he threw his head back.

Did he even pick them up from his desk? He had been in a rush to leave. The moment Liv said he could go home early, Nick packed up, grabbed his keys and shot out the squad room. He sent (Y/n) a quick message saying he would grab Sophie and would be home soon and came down here.

He didn't remember grabbing those files from his desk drawer.

Turning in his seat, Nick looked into the back where Sophie had her hand stuffed into her mouth, drooling happily as she wriggled from side to side along with the music on the radio.

"We're gonna make a detour to daddy's office, how's that sound?"

When she grinned, Nick reached out to shake her foot playfully before he spun round and put the car into gear. He didn't want to go back. He just wanted to go home, but the station was only ten minutes away and he could be in and out in two minutes. All he had to do was grab the files from his drawer and be right back out again.

He could hear Sophie giggling in the back and it made a smile light up his face. He leaned his elbow on the door and dragged his hand through his hair, brushing the forming curls back and causing them to stand on end in waves. He could feel a headache forming behind his eyes. He needed a drink and something to eat. He needed to sit down with his girls rather than work twenty hours a day on this case.

By the time he got back to the station and parked out front, Nick didn't feel like he had any energy within him to get out, let alone drive back home after he'd grabbed what he needed.

But he pushed himself out the car and ran his hands up and down his face before he opened the back door. No way was he leaving his toddler in the car, even if it would only take him a minute to grab what he needed. Someone snatching his daughter wasn't a risk he would ever take.

"Come're beautiful." He cooed, unstrapping her and cuddling her to his chest once again.

She was at the stage where she could walk now, not amazingly well, Sophie tended to keep her legs straight and kick her feet out a lot. But she could still walk, and if Nick had the time and the energy he would have put her down and let her walk for a bit. But that would take time and he didn't want to risk anyone knocking into her.

People were always rushing around, places to be and interviews they were late for. It wouldn't take much for someone to bump into her and send her flying or step back and stand on her without realising.

He loved the way Sophie looped her arm around the back of his neck and started to kick her legs that were settled around the side of his torso. When he felt her hand begin to bash on his chest as he walked into the reception, he reached up and took hold of her hand.

He swayed their hands back and forth as he headed straight down the hall towards the stairs at the back. He couldn't be bothered to wait for the lift.

"Where are we going? Daddy's work, yeah?" He murmured against the side of her head as they headed up the stairs and he bounced her in his arm just so she would giggle and wriggle against his chest.

The squadroom didn't look as empty as it did when he left. A few people were milling about, waiting for someone to take their statements and to have official interviews. There were more officers in here than usual and the phones were ringing and everyone was moving about trying to answer them.

For a dreaded moment, Nick thought walking back in here might make Liv change her mind and ask him to stay on until late. But when Sophie tapped his chest to get his attention, a wave of ease overcame him. He couldn't. He couldn't be asked to stay when he had his daughter here in his arms. She was his ticket back home.

"What, baby?" He whispered, leaning his head to one side as he tilted back to look at her properly.

His cheeks creased as a wide smile took over his features when his girl patted her hand on his cheek and leaned close. Nick obliged, leaning forward so he could kiss her. She was being sweet. Usually when she wanted a kiss, Sophie would just grab his face roughly in her hands and drag him close so she could get what she wanted.

Once he'd kissed her, twice, Nick smothered his lips against her temple and walked into the room.

He weaved around two officers stood talking to who he presumed would be a new case victim and his hand moved to rub up and down Sophie's back soothingly. He wasn't too sure if the noise in the station and the tense atmosphere might make her uneasy, but she seemed very content and eager to look around.

Once he was stood in front of his desk, Nick leaned forward and pointed towards the photo frame next to the phone.

"Who's that?"

A quiet "Mama," passed Sophie's lips as she grinned, showing off her little teeth and her tongue that poked out and made her look positively devilish.

It was one of Nick's favourite photos from his birthday two years ago, showing him with a dark pair of sunglasses, a beer raised in his hand and his arm around (Y/n). She had the brightest smile he had ever seen and Nick's chin perched on top of her head because (Y/n) always said they were 'like two pieces of a puzzle that slotted together just right.'

Keeping Sophie tilted into his chest, Nick leaned back and bent his knees so he could open his top desk drawer. He rummaged around and nodded to himself when he saw the files he thought he had picked up earlier. Those were what he needed; they could go home now.

Just as he shut the drawer, Nick leaned up straight and his eyes widened when a loud squeal passed Sophie's lips. She started to wriggle and her hand patted against her mouth, making a loud popping sound as she continued to squeal and laugh.

Nick cast his wide eyes around the station, trying to find what had caught his daughter's attention. And a soft sigh passed his lips that curved into a tepid grin when he looked and noticed Amanda heading right in their direction.

She had seen the girl in his arms and was making grabbing hands with wide eyes and an open mouth in shock.

Nick had never brought Sophie down to the station before. He never actually told the rest of the team that he had a little girl waiting at home for him. It never came up. Not everyone divulged personal information until they got to know everyone, and Nick was no different.

He didn't want to talk about Sophie. He never knew who might be listening and with the kind of people they brought in for questioning and had in custody around here, talking about his daughter didn't feel safe. It was easier not to.

She was his little girl and he liked having her as his secret, his and his alone, waiting at home for him.

He let a smile pull at his lips and he leaned Sophie back against his chest when he watched Amanda hurry over towards them.

"Who is this cutie?" Amanda's eyes danced between Nick and the little girl in his arms who she had never seen before. She held her hand out to which Sophie instantly took hold of and began swaying it back and forth in front of her like it was a toy to mess with.

"This is Sophie." He moved her a little bit higher on his hip and braced his other hip against the counter when Sophie started to move.

She began to wriggle around in his arms, swaying from side to side but she kept her left arm looped around Nick's neck like an insurance policy. Making sure he wasn't about to let her go or hand her over to someone she didn't know.

"I didn't know you had nieces."

Amanda smiled and leaned her right hand on the desk while she let Sophie sway her other hand in the air. She smoothed her thumb over the back of her hand and grinned across at her. She had no idea Nick had any kids in his family. She knew he had a little sister and that he was close to all the women in his family, but she didn't know much other than that.

"Uh, I don't. This is my baby girl." It was as if Sophie understood every word he said because she flashed her pearly whites and let go of Amanda's hand to grip the collar of his shirt instead. "Careful," He murmured, leaning his head forward towards her so she didn't strangle him with the force she yanked on his collar.

"Oh, wow." The surprise was evident in her eyes but her smile never wavered as she folded her arms over her chest and perched on the edge of his desk.

This was a new development.

Nick pressed a kiss to Sophie's cheek when she began tugging on his collar, subsequently undoing the first few buttons in the process. When she wriggled again, Nick sighed through a smile and leaned down, letting her stand on her own two feet.

There weren't many people nearby so she wasn't in danger of bumping into anyone or getting in the way. He would follow right behind her like a shadow if she tried to wander off and he would scoop her up if needed.

He could see she was excited at the prospect of being able to toddle around, her wide eyes were roaming around as if she was searching for trouble to scout out.

"How old is she?"

"Eighteen months." Nick folded his arms over the back of his chair but when he clocked his eyes on the files he had placed on his desk, he moved one hand to his pocket. He fished around for his keys and placed them on top of the file of documents, that way he wouldn't forget them for a second time.

His eyes followed Sophie as she started to bend her knees like she was doing a little dance. And when she twisted her head to look up at her dad like she was searching for approval, Nick grinned down at her and poked his tongue between his teeth.

A loud babble left her lips and she turned around, stomping her feet down on the spot before she looked in the other direction near the coffee station.

Nick looked behind him to see what had caught his daughter's attention and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck when he realised she was looking over at Carisi.

Well, he knew bringing Sophie into the squad meant them all finding out about her, and it was too late now anyway. Amanda had already seen her and would no doubt fill in the rest of the team if he left now. He may as well let his girl wander round and see the team for a bit before they headed back home.

And it was endearing to see the way Carisi rose a brow and planted his hands on his hips when he saw the little girl staring intently at him.

She grinned, tangling her hands in front of her as she slowly trotted towards him, kicking her feet rather than properly bending her knees as she walked. Nick was rather surprised that she was so eager to go up to him, she was usually a little nervous and apprehensive around people she didn't know.

But with a wide grin that showed off her teeth and her tongue poking out, Sophie headed over to Carisi who squatted down to be level with her. He clasped his hands together between his thighs and smiled sweetly at her when she got close.

"Hi there sweetheart, where'd you come from?" When she tapped on his arm, Carisi held his hands out to see what she wanted. He let her take his hand but he was more than surprised when she shuffled forward to stand up close to him so their noses were almost touching.

A little babble left her lips and her eyes creased when she grinned which caused her nose to crinkle. She patted her hand down on his and said something else that Carisi couldn't make head nor tails of.

His eyes widened when her arms suddenly looped around his neck. She tugged and pulled until he realised she wanted to be picked up.

"Ahh…" His eyes scanned around, trying to see whose child she was so he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

She could be the kid of a victim who had come in to make a statement. Carisi doubted she would be a suspect's child or in a suspect's custody or else the protective services would already be here to take her somewhere safe. And uniformed police wouldn't come here with their children, so he figured she was either a victim's child or one of their own detective's kid.

He narrowed his eyes when he caught Nick and Amanda both watching him and when Nick nodded, Carisi gingerly lifted the little girl up and stood back to his feet.

He walked over towards them, looking between them and the little girl who seemed to have taken a liking to him.

"What's your name?" He murmured softly, raising a brow when all he got in return was a quiet but rather chirpy 'fee'.

"Sophie." Nick corrected, emphasising the first syllable which his girl hadn't managed to master yet. He found it rather endearing the way she could only say the last syllable of her name, but they were working on pronouncing as she was finally starting to get some vocabulary.

"Don't tell me she's yours." Carisi bounced her in his arms, admiring the way she started to giggle and how it caused her to look rather devilish when she squinted her eyes and flashed her front teeth.

"My baby," He confirmed, holding his hands out to take her back into his arms. He kissed her cheek and rubbed his hand up and down her back, but he rose a brow when she kept looking over towards Carisi.

Her hands gathered against her chest like she was praying and when Carisi leaned down a little to look at her, she burst into a fit of giggles. She buried her cheek into her dad's neck, half hiding her face as she cuddled into him, clearly flustered at the attention. She had found a new friend.

"You're a little flirt, you know that?" Nick commented with a huff of indignation as he looked at his little girl.

Of course she didn't know what he was saying, but she knew enough to tilt her head up and kiss his cheek like she was buttering him up. Sophie already knew all she had to do was kiss Nick or cuddle up to him and she would have him wrapped around her finger.

"She's adorable, why didn't you tell us you had a little girl?"

"Just never came up." Nick murmured back while he smothered his lips against the top of his girl's head.

He bounced her in his arms and swayed from left to right as she cuddled into him again. He could tell that she was getting tired, she would be due a nap soon and Nick was already running on his last energy reserves. They both needed to head home for the afternoon and recover.

"Who let you two back in the building?"

Liv's voice rung out through the air and pointed across to her so Sophie would look and see who was heading their way towards the middle of the squad room.

"Hi Sophie, hi." A bright smile lit up Liv's face and she reached her hand out to brush Sophie's cheek. "How are you?" Her other hand tucked into her pocket and she leaned her head to one side as Sophie nodded. The happy expression on her face told Liv that she was okay and had been since the last time she had seen her.

"You knew, about her?"

"Of course I knew."

Nick could hardly keep this kind of information from Liv when she was his partner at work. She had seen him take a few worried calls from (Y/n), regarding their daughter. She had also seen Sophie on a few occasions. And now Liv was their Captain, she had to know who Nick's emergency contacts were and any dependants he had back home that relied on him.

She needed to know about his family in case anything happened to him on the job and she had to alert his emergency contact. Or if something happened at home and Nick would need to leave work to be with his family.

"Do you want a chocolate, sweetie?" Reaching behind her, Amanda scoured her desk until she found the bar of chocolate she hadn't opened yet. She was more than willing to share with the newest member of their team.

Nick turned to look at Amanda, a tender smile on his face but he shook his head.

He looked down at his girl, dragging his hand softly up and down her back while he murmured "What do we say?" against her temple and shook his head again.

All eyes fell onto Sophie when she lifted one hand and gently shook her index finger along with twisting her head from left to right. A quiet round of "No, no no," left her lips which caused a few soft laughs to befall the group as they watched her.

"She's allergic to milk, aren't you baby?"

They had to be cautious what they gave Sophie, she was allergic to most types of milk, even the baby formula. They had to buy a special product that didn't flare her skin up in blotches or make her throat swell or cause her to be sick. It meant no cheese, no regular drinking milk, no chocolate and they had to check all the treats and food they gave Sophie to try since she was able to eat little bits of normal food now.

When she got older they would have to buy her special varieties of chocolate that was made without milk and find biscuits and lots of snacks that she would be able to have.

"Oh, sorry. I'll find you some milk-free treats next time, honey." Amanda tossed the bar back on her desk before Sophie set her sights on it and got upset if she couldn't have it. She would get some little treats in for whenever Nick decided to bring her by the station next.

"Alright, we're gonna go home now, we only came back in for these." With his keys hooked onto his thumb, he grabbed the file he needed and eased Sophie back down to her feet so she could walk for a little bit and tire herself out. He held his hand out in front of her and traced his thumb over the back of her hand as she leaned into his leg.

"Bring her back to see us soon, won't you?" Amanda patted his shoulder and waved at Sophie who grinned, but it was clear she was starting to get tired.

"You saying bye?"

He motioned the file out towards the team, grinning softly when Sophie started to wave and babbled something akin to bye-bye.

Carisi leaned against his desk and crossed one leg over the other and when he waved, he muttered a soft "Bye cutie." And he couldn't help but laugh when she grinned and cuddled closer to Nick. She bounced up and down, bending her knees again and leaning back and forth until Nick started to walk, encouraging her to walk with him.

She kept looking back over her shoulder, grinning and babbling as she looked back at the team until she was finally in the corridor, out of sight. It was safe to say she had made some new friends back there.

***

A tender look crossed (Y/n)'s face when she padded into the living room. Reaching over, she softly turned the volume down on the tv that was playing an old Disney movie in the background, but her eyes were solely focused on the sight on the sofa.

Nick was in his slacks, a pair of grey joggers and a matching hoodie that looked a size too big for him. He had his feet hanging over the arm of the sofa, one arm bent behind his head which would surely make his hands and fingers go numb. And there on his chest, was Sophie.

The toddler was curled up on his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck with Nick's chin perched on top of her head. He had his left arm curved around her frame that looked small and petite with her knees tucked into her tummy and her frame as small as possible on his chest.

Moving over to them, (Y/n) gently squished down on the edge of the sofa, bumping into his hip as she did. She pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it across the pair of them before she slowly leaned forward and pecked his temple.

Her lips curved into a grin when Nick tilted his head back with a quiet grumble and he smiled. His eyes stayed closed, but he expertly tilted his head until he could brush his nose against hers and capture her in a kiss.

"You two look comfy." (Y/n) murmured against his lips as she moved her hand to hold his shoulder, steadying herself above him so she didn't fall down onto him and crush him or their girl.

She could see how tired he looked when he finally opened his eyes that were glazed and hazy as he looked up at her.

Nick unhooked his arm from behind his head and grazed his tingling fingertips across her cheek and down her skin so he could cup the back of her neck.

"Hm," He glanced his eyes down to Sophie who was dead to the world, breathing softly into his hoodie and creating a damp patch where she was starting to drool around her pacifier. "There's room for one more." Nick murmured.

He kept one arm looped around Sophie, making sure she didn't move or become disturbed while he inched to the left. He pressed his hip up against the back of the sofa and twisted a little so there was more room beside him for (Y/n).

He and their girl were too comfy to move at the moment. He wasn't sure what time it was, but Nick knew he would have to take Sophie upstairs and settle her to bed soon. But not yet. He had gotten showered, had tea and changed Sophie into her pyjamas before they sat down to watch a movie. He didn't intend to fall asleep but he couldn't help it. Once Sophie dozed off, Nick wasn't far behind.

He trailed his hand down (Y/n)'s neck and along her side until he tugged her back so she would take the hint and lie with them.

(Y/n) smiled and shuffled around, trying to lay on her left side without toppling backwards and falling off the sofa. She hooked her right leg over Nick's leg, pressing her knee into his, practically straddling his thigh. Her right arm looped over Sophie's back and she smiled when Nick draped the blanket over her too.

She nuzzled her head into his shoulder, smiling to herself as she cosied up into the hood of his hoodie that was scrunched up around his neck. It smelled of comfort and his aftershave and Nick was as warm as a hot water bottle.

She loved the way he started to drag his fingertips up and down her side, along her hip and over her thigh like he was drawing patterns into her skin and writing secret messages to her.

"This is nice." She whispered into his hoodie, closing her eyes that suddenly felt overwhelmed and tired. The three of them might just ending up sleeping down here if none of them had the energy to move soon.

Nick pressed a soft kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s head, keeping his lips there for a while as he breathed in the scent of her raspberry shampoo. His eyes fell closed and he could already feel himself on the verge of falling back asleep.

This was what he liked the most. After being stuck in the squad room for hours on end going through paperwork and case files and finding links and information and names. After seeing things he wished he hadn't witnessed and supporting victims who were broken, sometimes beyond repair, this is what kept him going.

This is what kept Nick going through those moments that stretched into days. He blundered on so he could have moments like this, with one of his girls in each arms. Laid out, no worries, no problems, no victims flashing before his eyes, no screams rattling around in his head. No danger, no paperwork, no stress.

Just him and his girls.

[weight-gain-stories-lena]

TRIXIE'S SECRET LIFE TURNING REALITY

Male Feedee and Female Feeder

-Part 1-

Trixie Bennett was the kind of girl everyone at Brightwood University noticed. She had a sparkling smile, boundless energy, and a perfect cheerleading routine that left the crowd roaring at every game. But Trixie had a secret—a secret she guarded more fiercely than her locker combination or the choreography to the halftime dance.

In the quiet moments between practices and lectures, Trixie’s mind wandered to an unconventional obsession: she adored fat men. Not just chubby or husky—she dreamed of impossibly large, immobile men. To her, there was something irresistibly tender and comforting about their soft, enormous presence. It wasn’t something she could explain, but it made her heart flutter like no quarterback or frat boy ever could.

Her sketchbook was her sanctuary. Hidden between its covers were drawings of exaggeratedly massive men lounging, eating, and smiling—fantasies brought to life in secret pencil strokes. She carried it everywhere, tucked safely in her bag.

Fred Johnson, on the other hand, was the very definition of a drifter. He wasn’t a student or an employee of any kind. Fred spent his days lounging in cafes, napping on park benches, and wandering around town without a care in the world. Though he had no clear ambitions, he had a knack for being at the right place at the right time—or the wrong place, depending on who you asked.

One crisp fall afternoon, their paths crossed in an unlikely spot: the edge of campus near the old fountain. Trixie was walking, her thoughts lost in another daydream, while Fred was leaning against the fountain, munching on a bag of chips and watching the world pass by.

Neither noticed the other until they collided.

Books and papers scattered everywhere. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Trixie gasped, kneeling to gather her belongings.

Fred smirked lazily. “Don’t sweat it.” He bent down to help, but his attention was caught by a handful of pages that had fallen out of Trixie’s sketchbook.

His eyes widened, and then a grin spread across his face—a sly, mischievous grin. “Well, well,” he said, holding up one of the drawings. It was a sketch of a man so large he filled an entire couch, smiling serenely as he held a comically oversized pizza box.

Trixie froze, her face turning crimson. She snatched the page from him, clutching it to her chest. “Give that back!”

Fred chuckled, clearly enjoying her embarrassment. “Relax, it’s… uh, unique. You got a thing for big guys or something?”

Trixie wanted to sink into the ground. “It’s none of your business!” she snapped, stuffing the rest of the papers back into her sketchbook.

Fred leaned back against the fountain, his grin never fading. “Hey, no judgment here. Everyone’s got their thing, right? I think it’s kinda cool, actually.”

She glared at him, unsure whether to believe him. “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”

“Nah,” Fred said, waving her off. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, guess what, this cheerleader’s into artistic interpretations of giant dudes’? Sounds like more work than I’m willing to do.”

Despite herself, Trixie let out a small laugh. “You’re impossible.”

Fred shrugged, tossing another chip into his mouth. “That’s me. So, what’s your name?”

“Trixie.”

“Fred. Nice to meet you, Trixie. Wanna grab a burger or something? You can tell me all about your art.”

She hesitated but saw no malice in his lopsided grin. For the first time, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to share her secret with someone as unpredictable as Fred.

“Fine,” she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “But you’re buying.”

Fred laughed. “Deal. Let’s go.”

As they walked off together, Trixie couldn’t help but feel a little lighter. Maybe Fred wasn’t so bad after all.

-Part 2-

Trixie couldn't get Fred out of her mind after their encounter by the fountain. There was something about his carefree attitude and cheeky grin that struck a chord in her. But what really ignited her imagination was something else entirely—an unshakable thought: *What if Fred were fat?* Not just a little pudgy, but impossibly, wonderfully enormous.

Her sketches began to change. At first, she hesitated to draw him, worried it might feel too personal. But soon enough, her pencil moved almost on its own, bringing her vision to life. In her drawings, Fred lounged in oversized chairs, his belly spilling over like waves, a permanent smile of contentment on his face as he held snacks and sodas.

The idea consumed her. She imagined Fred getting fatter and fatter with every bite he took, his carefree personality making him the perfect muse. He wouldn’t mind, she thought. In fact, he’d probably laugh and call it “one big adventure.”

One day, she decided to test the waters. They’d been meeting up casually since their first encounter, mostly for snacks or lazy walks around town. Fred had a way of making her laugh and putting her at ease, and she was starting to think maybe he wouldn’t find her fascination so strange.

At a diner one afternoon, Trixie ordered Fred a second milkshake before he could finish his first.

“You trying to spoil me or something?” Fred asked, raising an eyebrow as the waitress set the drink down.

Trixie grinned, feigning innocence. “What? It’s on me. Besides, you look like a guy who can appreciate a good milkshake.”

Fred shrugged and took a sip. “You’re not wrong.”

Over the next few weeks, Trixie made it her mission to keep Fred well-fed. She invited him out to all her favorite restaurants, brought him pastries from the campus bakery, and even started packing him snacks whenever they hung out. Fred, for his part, seemed amused by her sudden generosity.

“You’re gonna make me fat, Trix,” he joked one day, popping a fry into his mouth.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Would that be so bad?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Fred chuckled. “Guess not. Less work for me, right?”

That night, Trixie went home and sketched feverishly. She drew Fred as he was now, lounging with a burger in hand, his belly starting to grow soft and round. Then she let her imagination run wild, adding layers of plush fat until he filled the entire page.

The next time they met, Fred noticed her sketchbook peeking out of her bag. “You still drawing those, uh, big guys?” he asked, smirking.

Trixie hesitated but nodded. “Yeah. Actually…” She pulled out the book and flipped to a sketch of him—only much, much bigger.

Fred stared at the drawing for a long moment before bursting into laughter. “Is this me?”

“Maybe,” Trixie said, cheeks burning. “I just thought… you’d look good like that.”

Fred’s grin widened. “You really are something else, you know that? Alright, Trix. If this is what makes you happy, let’s see where this goes.”

From that day on, their dynamic shifted. Trixie started bringing Fred homemade meals—extra-large portions, of course—and encouraged him to indulge at every opportunity. Fred, true to his laid-back nature, didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to enjoy being the center of her attention.

And as Fred began to grow softer and rounder, Trixie couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of fulfillment. Her drawings became more detailed, more vibrant, capturing every curve and roll with loving precision. Fred even started posing for her, laughing as she sketched him surrounded by snacks.

“You’re really into this, huh?” he said one day, patting his growing belly.

Trixie smiled, her pencil flying across the page. “You have no idea.”

Fred leaned back, popping a candy into his mouth. “Well, as long as I get to be your favorite model, I’m not complaining.”

And so, their strange, unconventional relationship blossomed, built on snacks, sketches, and the unspoken understanding that sometimes, the heart wants what it wants.

-Part 3-

Trixie’s days at Brightwood University grew shorter and shorter. She still went to her classes and cheerleading practices, but as soon as the final bell rang, she would disappear. Her friends began to notice her absence at the usual hangouts.

“Where’s Trixie been?” one of her cheer teammates asked during practice.

“Probably with some guy,” another teased.

Little did they know how accurate that guess was—but not in the way they imagined.

Trixie spent every evening at Fred’s house. It wasn’t much of a house, more like a small, cluttered apartment on the edge of town. But to her, it felt like a second home. She would walk in, arms full of takeout bags, baked goods, and sketchbooks, and Fred would greet her with a laid-back smile from his favorite spot on the couch.

By now, Fred had grown noticeably larger. His belly spread wide across his lap, his arms had become plush and soft, and his once-loose clothes strained to contain his size. He didn’t seem to mind at all—in fact, he embraced it.

“You’re spoiling me, Trix,” Fred said one evening as she unpacked a feast of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and pies.

“Maybe,” Trixie replied, her cheeks pink. “But I like taking care of you.”

Fred chuckled, grabbing a drumstick. “You’re turning me into one of your drawings, you know.”

“Exactly,” Trixie said, pulling out her sketchbook. “You’re my muse, Fred. Now hold that drumstick like you’re about to take the best bite of your life.”

Fred obliged, posing dramatically with a goofy grin. Trixie laughed and started sketching, her pencil capturing every detail—the way his belly curved against his thighs, the soft folds of his arms, the gleam of pure joy in his eyes.

As the weeks went on, Trixie’s visits became a daily ritual. She stopped going out with her friends, stopped participating in extracurriculars, and even started skipping the occasional lecture. Fred’s apartment became her whole world.

“Don’t you have, like, a life outside of fattening me up?” Fred teased one night, licking powdered sugar off his fingers.

Trixie shrugged, flipping through her latest sketches. “Not one I care about as much as this.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”

“I am.” She looked up at him, her expression soft but earnest. “You make me happy, Fred. Being here, drawing you, feeding you—it’s the best part of my day.”

Fred was silent for a moment, then gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, can’t argue with that. You’re pretty great yourself, Trix.”

By now, Fred was more than just Trixie’s muse—he was her project, her obsession. She spent hours perfecting recipes to bring over, always aiming to outdo herself. Fred, true to his nature, indulged without complaint, his body growing bigger and softer by the day.

Their unconventional routine became a life of its own. Trixie would arrive with food and supplies, Fred would eat while she sketched, and the two would chat and laugh until late into the night.

“You’re gonna need a bigger couch soon,” Trixie joked one evening as she adjusted her sketch to fit Fred’s expanding frame.

“Or just take the couch away entirely,” Fred replied with a smirk. “I’ll be my own furniture.”

They both burst into laughter, and Trixie felt a warmth in her chest that she couldn’t quite put into words.

She knew people would never understand their relationship, but she didn’t care. Fred was her muse, her partner, and her greatest inspiration. And as long as she could keep drawing him, keep feeding him, keep being with him, she didn’t need anything else.

-Part 4-

Trixie’s double life began to shift. While her time outside the university was consumed by her obsession with Fred, she realized she needed to get her act together academically. If she wanted to support Fred’s growing lifestyle for years to come, she couldn’t afford to slack off.

So, she got to work.

Gone were the late-night procrastination sessions and half-hearted essays. Trixie started sitting in the front row of lectures, taking meticulous notes, and acing assignments. She even formed study groups with classmates, though she often dodged invitations to hang out afterward. Her professors noticed the change almost immediately.

“Trixie Bennett, excellent work on your midterm,” one of her professors said, handing back her paper marked with a bold *A*.

“Thanks,” she replied with a polite smile, already thinking about what meal she’d bring Fred that evening.

Her grades skyrocketed. She moved from a mediocre 3 to the top of her class with a 1-, and she didn’t stop there. She aimed for perfection, knowing that a successful career would give her the means to support Fred indefinitely. She imagined a future where she could afford anything he needed—custom furniture, endless food deliveries, even a personal nurse if it came to that.

At the same time, Fred’s size had become nothing short of astounding. He could no longer get up from the couch without Trixie’s help, though neither of them seemed to mind. His belly spilled over his lap and onto the floor, his arms were soft and heavy, and even his face had grown rounder, his cheeks perpetually flushed from the effort of even the smallest movements.

“You’re turning me into one of those parade balloons,” Fred joked one day, his voice slightly breathless as he polished off a triple-layer chocolate cake.

Trixie grinned, sketchbook in hand. “You’re perfect.”

Fred raised an eyebrow. “Perfectly ridiculous, maybe.”

“No,” Trixie said, her voice softer. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Fred chuckled, reaching for another bite. “Well, can’t argue with that.”

Trixie’s drawings grew more ambitious as Fred grew larger. She sketched him filling up entire rooms, his size surpassing even her wildest fantasies. But as the weeks went on, her focus began to shift from pure aesthetics to something darker.

She started imagining Fred’s body breaking every limit—not just in size, but in health. The thought of him becoming so dependent on her that he couldn’t do anything without her help sent a strange thrill through her. She began adding subtle touches to her drawings: Fred breathing heavily, surrounded by medical equipment, but still smiling contentedly as he reached for more food.

“You’ve got that look again,” Fred teased one evening as Trixie stared at him with dreamy eyes.

“What look?”

“The one that says you’re thinking of something crazy.”

Trixie blushed but didn’t deny it. “Maybe I am.”

Fred smirked. “Let me guess—fatter?”

“Always,” she replied with a grin.

Her fantasies began to bleed into reality. She started bringing him richer, heavier meals, each one designed to push his limits just a little further. Fred, true to his laid-back nature, never objected.

“You’re gonna outgrow even my sketches one day,” Trixie said as she fed him a spoonful of whipped cream.

“Isn’t that the point?” Fred replied with a wink.

As Trixie continued excelling at university, she felt a strange sense of balance in her life. By day, she was a model student, impressing her professors and securing her future. By night, she was Fred’s devoted feeder, watching him grow closer and closer to the vision she held in her mind.

She knew it was unconventional—maybe even unhealthy—but she didn’t care. Fred was hers, and she was his. And together, they were building a life that, while far from ordinary, was everything Trixie had ever dreamed of.

-Part 5-

Fred’s transformation was unlike anything either of them could have imagined. What had started as an indulgent joke between two unlikely companions had become a reality so extreme it defied all logic. Fred was enormous now—bigger than Trixie’s wildest dreams. He had outgrown his couch entirely and spent his days nestled in a custom-built recliner that she had ordered specifically for his ever-expanding frame.

His belly was vast, spreading out like a plush, doughy sea, and his arms were thick and heavy, resting at his sides. His face had grown round and soft, his cheeks constantly flushed with exertion, even when he wasn’t moving. His breathing had become slower and deeper, a constant rhythm that Trixie found oddly soothing.

Trixie had never been happier. Every evening, she arrived at Fred’s apartment with bags of fast food, pizzas, cakes, and snacks. Her routine was carefully planned: she’d feed him bite after bite, ensuring he was never without something delicious in his mouth, then sketch him between meals.

“Do you ever get tired of this?” Fred asked one evening as Trixie gently wiped some frosting off his lips after feeding him yet another cupcake.

“Never,” she replied, her voice soft and full of adoration. “Taking care of you is the best part of my day.”

Fred chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling. “You’re one of a kind, Trix.”

“You’re one of a kind,” she countered, running her fingers gently over the curve of his belly. “You’re perfect, Fred.”

Fred smirked lazily. “Perfectly fat, maybe.”

“Exactly,” Trixie said, smiling as she reached for a box of donuts. “Now, open up. We’ve got a long way to go.”

Fred obliged, letting her feed him donut after donut, each one glazed and dripping with sweetness. His eyes half-closed in contentment, he leaned back as she worked her magic.

As the weeks turned into months, Trixie’s efforts only intensified. She began preparing meals herself, each one richer and more calorie-packed than the last. She poured her heart into every dish, determined to make Fred as happy—and as full—as possible.

“You know,” Fred said one day between bites of a double-stuffed burger, “I think I’ve officially outgrown my wildest dreams.”

Trixie laughed, brushing crumbs off his chest. “Good thing mine are even wilder.”

Fred grinned, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re unstoppable,” she replied, popping a fry into his mouth.

Trixie’s dedication to Fred’s size was unwavering. She spent hours researching recipes, finding the most indulgent snacks, and planning out meals to ensure he was always well-fed. Her sketchbook was filled with drawings of him, each one capturing his ever-growing form in loving detail.

But it wasn’t just about the food or the sketches—it was about the bond they shared. Trixie loved caring for Fred, and Fred, in his laid-back way, loved being cared for. Together, they created a life that, while unconventional, was uniquely theirs.

And as Fred grew bigger and softer, and Trixie’s devotion grew deeper, they both knew one thing for certain: they wouldn’t have it any other way.

-Part 6-

Fred had become a living monument to indulgence. His body had grown so massive that he could no longer leave his recliner—or even move much at all. His belly sprawled outward in every direction, a soft, jiggling ocean of flesh that nearly filled the living room. His arms were heavy and thick, resting uselessly at his sides, and his legs were buried under layers of fat. Every breath he took was a slow, labored effort, but his face still bore that same laid-back grin Trixie had fallen for.

Trixie, meanwhile, had never been more devoted. She had quit cheerleading altogether and barely saw her university friends anymore. Her life revolved around Fred and ensuring he was always comfortable, well-fed, and happy. She brought him every kind of junk food imaginable—burgers, pizzas, cakes, and buckets of fried chicken—feeding him bite by bite while whispering how much she adored him.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” she murmured one evening as she fed him a milkshake through a straw.

Fred chuckled weakly, his voice thick and heavy like the rest of him. “Incredible isn’t the word most people would use, Trix.”

“They don’t matter,” Trixie said firmly, wiping a bit of ice cream from his chin. “You’re perfect to me.”

But as Fred grew larger, Trixie’s secret became harder to hide. Her professors noticed her increasingly distracted demeanor during lectures, and her classmates whispered about the mysterious reason she never hung out anymore. Even her family began to ask questions about why she spent so much time away from home.

“You’ve been busy,” her mother said during a rare visit home. “Is there… someone special?”

Trixie hesitated, her cheeks turning pink. “Maybe,” she admitted, though she didn’t elaborate.

In truth, Trixie’s secret wasn’t just Fred—it was the fantasies she had for his future. As massive as he was, she still wanted more. She dreamed of him outgrowing not just his recliner but the entire apartment, of him becoming so impossibly huge that he would need custom-built accommodations just to exist.

Her sketchbook had evolved from simple drawings to elaborate plans for their future together. It was filled with blueprints for a house designed specifically for Fred’s size—wide doorways, reinforced floors, and a kitchen stocked with industrial-sized appliances to keep him fed.

One evening, as Trixie fed Fred a towering plate of lasagna, he noticed her sketchbook open on the coffee table.

“What’s that?” he asked, his voice rumbling with curiosity.

Trixie hesitated but then smiled, flipping the book around to show him. “It’s… our future,” she said softly.

Fred’s eyes scanned the detailed drawings of the custom-built home, the medical equipment she had planned for his health, and the sketches of him even larger than he was now.

“You’ve really thought this through,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Of course I have,” Trixie replied, her voice filled with determination. “I want to take care of you forever, Fred. I want you to be happy.”

Fred smiled, his cheeks dimpling. “You’re something else, Trix. You know that?”

“I just know what I want,” she said, leaning in to kiss his soft, round cheek.

But as Trixie’s devotion deepened, so did the whispers around her. People began to notice the changes in her behavior, her absence from social events, and the way she always seemed distracted.

“Trixie’s hiding something,” one of her classmates said.

“She’s probably got some weird double life,” another joked.

If only they knew the truth. Trixie didn’t care what anyone thought. Her world revolved around Fred, and she would do whatever it took to keep him happy—and growing.

Even as Fred’s health began to strain under the weight of his size, Trixie refused to slow down. She researched ways to keep him comfortable, bringing in doctors discreetly and buying equipment to help him breathe more easily. To her, every pound he gained was a testament to their unique bond, and she wasn’t ready to stop anytime soon.

Her secret was growing—just like Fred—and Trixie wouldn’t have it any other way.

-Part 7-

Trixie had reached a point where she no longer cared what anyone thought. For too long, she had lived a double life, hiding her obsession with Fred and her unconventional desires. But the weight of secrecy had grown too heavy, and she decided to embrace her truth—boldly and unapologetically.

It was a quiet Saturday evening in Fred’s apartment. The air was thick with the smell of the feast she had prepared earlier—fried chicken, greasy burgers, and an array of desserts that Fred had been happily devouring all day. His massive body filled the space, his recliner groaning under his enormous weight.

Trixie stood in the doorway of his bedroom, wearing a black lingerie set she had spent hours selecting. The delicate lace clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and her stockings were held up by garters that framed her thighs perfectly. She had tied her hair back loosely, her lips painted a deep red.

Fred glanced up, his round face breaking into a surprised but amused grin. “Well, this is new,” he said, his voice rumbling with curiosity.

Trixie stepped forward, her heels clicking against the floor. “I decided it’s time to stop hiding,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Time to show you—and the world—how much I love you.”

She climbed onto his massive belly with a grace that belied her boldness. His body was soft and warm beneath her, and she could feel the gentle rise and fall of his breathing. Straddling him, she struck a pose, her legs spread wide and her hands sinking into the plushness of his belly.

Fred’s cheeks flushed red, whether from exertion or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell. “Trix, you’ve officially outdone yourself,” he said with a chuckle, his voice tinged with awe.

She leaned down, her hands squeezing his belly as she gazed into his eyes. “You’re everything to me, Fred,” she whispered. “I want everyone to know how much I adore you—how much I adore this.” She emphasized her words with a playful squeeze of his sides.

Fred laughed, the sound deep and rumbling through his enormous body. “You’re unbelievable, Trixie. Absolutely unbelievable.”

“And you’re irresistible,” she replied, planting a kiss on his soft cheek.

For the first time, Trixie felt completely free. She no longer cared about the whispers or the judgment. This was her life, her love, and her passion. As she posed atop Fred’s ever-growing body, her confidence radiated like never before.

That night, she posted a picture of herself and Fred on social media—a daring, unapologetic declaration of their relationship. The caption read simply: *"Love knows no bounds."*

The reactions were mixed, of course. Some people were shocked, others supportive, and many simply confused. But Trixie didn’t care. She had stopped living for other people’s approval and had chosen to embrace the life she and Fred had built together.

From that day on, Trixie and Fred became inseparable, their love as bold and boundless as Fred’s size. Together, they faced the world head-on, unapologetic and unashamed, proving that happiness comes in all shapes and sizes.

-Part 8-

Trixie and Fred had crossed the threshold into a life where they cared only for their own happiness and nothing for the opinions of others. With Fred growing larger by the day and Trixie’s confidence soaring, their unconventional relationship became a bold display of love, indulgence, and defiance.

Trixie fully embraced her new role as Fred’s caretaker, feeder, and muse. She made sure to dress the part, always wearing the most flattering bikinis, lace lingerie, or playful outfits when she was with him. It wasn’t just for Fred—it was for her. She loved the contrast of her toned, petite frame against his impossibly large, soft body. It thrilled her, and she wanted the world to see just how happy they made each other.

Their social media presence exploded.

Trixie’s feed became a mix of playful photos and intimate moments:

- Her lounging on Fred’s enormous belly, using it like a soft, pillowy mattress, a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously beside her.

- Close-ups of their faces pressed together, her sharp features and bright smile contrasting with his round, soft cheeks and dimpled double chin.

- Videos of her feeding him rich desserts, grinning at the camera as Fred playfully opened his mouth for another bite.

The captions ranged from playful to unapologetically bold:

- *"My king deserves the best, and I love spoiling him."*

- *"Bigger belly, bigger love."*

- *"My favorite place in the world is right here—on him."*

Fred took the attention in stride. He had always been laid-back, and now he found himself leaning into Trixie’s enthusiasm. He’d flash a cheeky grin at the camera or hold up a burger for a photo, his sense of humor shining through even as his body grew more massive by the day.

Their fan base grew as quickly as Fred’s size. While some people were critical, others were fascinated, supportive, or simply curious. Trixie began to receive messages from people who admired her confidence and dedication.

“How do you stay so confident?” one follower asked.

“Because I’m living my dream,” Trixie replied.

Behind the scenes, Trixie was more devoted than ever. She spent hours planning Fred’s meals, ordering custom-made clothing for his ever-growing body, and even researching ways to keep him comfortable and healthy despite his size. She made sure he had everything he needed, from reinforced furniture to specialized medical care, ensuring he could continue to indulge without worry.

One evening, after a particularly indulgent feast, Trixie climbed onto Fred’s belly, dressed in a sleek black bikini. The room was filled with the warm glow of soft lighting, and Fred’s laughter rumbled as Trixie playfully posed for the camera.

“You’re going to break the internet with this one,” Fred joked, his voice slow and deep.

“Good,” Trixie replied with a wink. “Let them see how happy we are.”

As she shared the photo online, the caption read: *"A love as big as he is."*

The post went viral almost immediately. Some people praised their confidence and unconventional love, while others reacted with disbelief. But Trixie didn’t care about the criticism. For every negative comment, there were ten more people cheering them on.

“You’re unstoppable,” Fred said, his smile soft and genuine.

“And so are you,” Trixie replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

Their life became a celebration of excess, love, and defiance—a bond so unique it could only be theirs. And as Fred continued to grow, Trixie stayed by his side, feeding him, loving him, and showing the world that their happiness was as limitless as his size.

-Part 9-

The months passed, and Fred’s body reached proportions that even Trixie had never imagined possible. His massive belly now pushed against the walls of the living room, the soft, doughy expanse leaving little room for anything else. The furniture had been long removed, leaving only Fred, his ever-growing body taking up nearly the entire space.

Trixie had never been happier, but she faced a logistical problem: Fred had outgrown the apartment. Rather than let that stop them, she came up with a bold solution.

She called a construction company.

When the workers arrived, Trixie greeted them in her signature style—a lacy black lingerie set paired with thigh-high stockings and heels. She exuded confidence, completely unfazed by their raised eyebrows and awkward glances.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” she said, her red lips curving into a smile. “We’ve got a special project today.”

As she led them inside, the workers were stunned into silence at the sight of Fred. His immense body spilled across the living room floor, his belly pressing tightly against the walls. He gave them a lazy smile, his cheeks flushed with his usual good humor.

“Don’t mind me,” Fred said with a chuckle. “I’m just the centerpiece.”

Trixie clapped her hands to regain their attention. “Here’s what I need: these walls—” she gestured to the ones separating the living room from the hallway and the bedroom—“they need to go. Completely. Reinforce the rest of the structure, of course, but I want Fred to have as much space as possible.”

The workers exchanged glances but didn’t argue. They had seen unusual requests before, but this was something entirely different.

Over the next few weeks, the apartment underwent a complete transformation. The living room, hallway, and bedroom became one massive open space, reinforced to accommodate Fred’s weight and size. The workers carefully removed the walls while ensuring the remaining structure was stable.

Fred’s body slowly expanded into the new space, his belly spilling across what used to be separate rooms. Trixie supervised the project with meticulous attention to detail, often wearing her favorite lingerie sets to keep things “interesting,” as she put it.

When the work was finished, Trixie threw a little celebration. She had the workers bring in trays of food—pizza, burgers, and desserts—all for Fred to enjoy in his newly expanded domain.

“Now this is living,” Fred said, his voice rumbling with amusement as Trixie fed him a slice of cheesecake.

“You deserve nothing but the best,” Trixie replied, her hands resting on his impossibly soft belly.

The workers left, shaking their heads in disbelief, but Trixie didn’t care. She was proud of what they had accomplished. Her social media exploded with photos of Fred in his new, sprawling space, his body filling every corner of the expanded apartment.

In one particularly daring post, Trixie stood at the open door of their apartment, dressed in stockings and a sheer robe, her hand on her hip as she posed confidently. The caption read: *"No walls can contain our love."*

Fred laughed when he saw it. “You really are something else, Trix.”

“And you’re everything to me,” she replied, leaning down to kiss him.

As Fred continued to grow, and Trixie’s devotion remained as unwavering as ever, their lives became a testament to their unorthodox bond. Together, they defied expectations and created a world where their love knew no limits—just like Fred’s size.

-Part 10-

With the newly expanded space in their apartment, Fred’s life—and body—took on a whole new dimension. The removal of the walls gave him room to spread out even further, and Trixie seized the opportunity to take her devotion to the next level.

The extra space meant she could move more freely around him, and her feeding sessions became even more elaborate. She set up multiple feeding stations around his body, each one loaded with an array of fast food, snacks, and desserts.

“Efficiency is key,” Trixie said with a playful smirk as she wheeled in a cart piled high with fried chicken, burgers, milkshakes, and fries.

Fred grinned, his round cheeks dimpling. “You’re taking this to a whole new level, huh?”

“Of course,” Trixie replied, climbing onto his belly to sit comfortably as she began feeding him. “I want you to grow even faster, Fred. This new space is just the beginning.”

Her routine became a finely tuned process. She would alternate between feeding him by hand, refilling his drinks, and massaging his belly to keep him comfortable. She even set timers to ensure there was no downtime between meals.

“More milkshake?” she’d ask, holding a straw to his lips.

Fred would nod lazily, his breathing slow and deep. “You spoil me, Trix.”

“That’s the point,” she replied with a wink.

Trixie began experimenting with new recipes, each one more calorie-packed than the last. She baked cakes with layers of buttercream and chocolate ganache, prepared deep-fried sandwiches dripping with cheese, and whipped up milkshakes so thick and rich they could barely fit through a straw.

She also invested in industrial-sized cooking equipment to keep up with Fred’s increasing appetite. Her kitchen became a playground for her culinary creations, and she loved every minute of it.

Fred’s size continued to grow at an astonishing rate, his belly spreading further across the apartment. Trixie documented every step of their journey on social media, her followers fascinated by the sheer scale of their lives.

One evening, as she fed him a towering slice of pie, Fred chuckled softly. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course I have,” Trixie replied, brushing crumbs from his lips. “You’re my masterpiece, Fred.”

Fred smiled, his eyes heavy-lidded with contentment. “You’re unbelievable, Trix.”

“And you’re unstoppable,” she replied, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

The extra space allowed Trixie to truly unleash her creativity and devotion, feeding Fred more efficiently and indulgently than ever before. Their lives revolved around their unique bond, and as Fred’s size grew to fill the apartment, so too did their love—boundless, unapologetic, and completely their own.

-Part 11-

With Fred now spanning several rooms in the apartment, Trixie found herself inspired in ways she hadn’t felt in months. Her passion for art, once set aside in her dedication to Fred’s care and feeding, began to resurface. And now, her muse was truly monumental—Fred, her living masterpiece, a man whose sheer size defied imagination.

One quiet afternoon, Trixie decided to pick up her sketchbook again. She wore a silk robe over a lacy black set of lingerie, her hair tied up messily, ready to spend the day immersed in her creativity. Carrying her supplies, she climbed up onto Fred’s expansive chest, settling herself atop one of his massive moobs.

“Comfortable?” Fred asked, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder.

“Very,” Trixie replied with a playful smile, tapping her pencil against her sketchpad. “You’re the comfiest seat in the house, after all.”

Fred chuckled, the vibrations beneath her making her giggle. “Glad I can be of service. What are you working on?”

“You, of course,” Trixie said, looking down at him lovingly. “You’re my muse, Fred. The most inspiring subject I’ve ever had.”

She began sketching, her pencil gliding across the page as she captured the sheer scale and softness of Fred’s form. She focused on the way his body spread across the apartment, the way his belly pressed against the walls, and the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.

Meanwhile, Fred continued to indulge in the feast Trixie had prepared earlier. She had strategically placed trays of food within arm’s reach—or, more accurately, near the parts of his body he could still reach. He munched on a stack of burgers and gulped down thick milkshakes, each sip making his immense form jiggle slightly beneath her.

“Another bite?” Trixie asked, pausing her drawing to hold up a chocolate-drenched donut.

Fred nodded, opening his mouth, and she gently fed him the treat. “You’re spoiling me again,” he said between bites, his voice tinged with amusement.

“You deserve it,” she replied before returning to her work.

Hours passed as Trixie sketched, adding shading and detail to capture every curve and contour of Fred’s body. She found herself lost in the process, the rhythmic sound of Fred’s breathing and the occasional creak of the reinforced floorboards providing a soothing background.

Her sketchbook began to fill with page after page of Fred—some realistic, others more fantastical, imagining him even larger than he already was. In one drawing, she depicted him as a mountain, his body rising above the clouds, with herself perched atop him like a queen surveying her kingdom.

“You’re really into this, huh?” Fred asked, noticing her intense focus.

“You have no idea,” Trixie replied, her eyes sparkling. “You’re my masterpiece, Fred. There’s no one else like you.”

By the end of the day, Trixie had filled nearly an entire sketchbook. She leaned back against Fred’s chest, her legs dangling over the side of his moob, and admired her work.

“Perfect,” she murmured, running her fingers over the pages.

Fred smiled, his eyes heavy-lidded with contentment as he finished the last of the food. “I’d say the same about you, Trix.”

As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the apartment, Trixie felt more fulfilled than ever. She had rediscovered her love for art, and her muse was right beneath her—quite literally. Fred was not just her partner, but her inspiration, her obsession, and her masterpiece. Together, they were creating a life that was as expansive and extraordinary as Fred himself.

-Part 12-

As the weeks turned into months, Trixie’s wildest fantasies began to take shape in real life. Fred’s size continued to surpass every boundary, every drawing, and every impossible proportion she had once thought existed only in her imagination. What started as a whimsical exaggeration in her art was now a reality—and she loved every inch of it.

Fred’s belly had grown so massive it filled nearly the entire open space of the apartment. It pressed against walls, doorways, and reinforced beams, soft and expansive like a living landscape. His moobs, now the size of couches, became Trixie’s favorite resting spot, their pillowy softness cradling her perfectly.

Trixie’s drawings couldn’t keep up with his growth. Every time she sketched a larger version of Fred, she’d look up from her perch on his belly or chest and realize he had already outgrown her most exaggerated depictions.

“I thought this one was unrealistic,” she murmured one evening, holding up a drawing of Fred that showed him spilling out of the apartment like an unstoppable tide of fat. She glanced down at the real Fred, his belly brushing against the far walls. “But here you are, proving me wrong again.”

Fred chuckled, his voice deep and slow. “Guess I’m a living work of art.”

“You’re my work of art,” Trixie replied, leaning down to kiss his cheek before settling back into her spot.

Her social media presence exploded further. Trixie loved to share her life with Fred, her feed now filled with even more daring and intimate photos:

A picture of her lying atop Fred’s belly, her entire body sinking into the soft expanse, the caption reading, "Lost in paradise."

Another post of her curled up on one of his moobs, using it as a plush pillow for an afternoon nap. Her figure looked impossibly tiny against the sheer size of him, and the caption read, "My favorite place to rest."

A video of Trixie playfully rolling across Fred’s belly, laughing as she sank deeper into the softness with every movement.

“Do you ever feel like an ant on me?” Fred teased one day as Trixie climbed over his chest to feed him a bite of cheesecake.

“Not an ant,” she replied with a grin, “more like a queen perched on her throne.”

Fred laughed, his entire body jiggling beneath her. “Fair enough.”

As Fred grew larger, Trixie only loved him more. She adored the way she seemed to shrink in comparison, the way she could curl up on his chest and feel completely enveloped by him. Her obsession became her pride, and her posts reflected that.

One particularly popular photo showed Trixie sprawled out on Fred’s belly, her arms spread wide as if she were embracing the vastness of him. The caption simply read: "Bigger than dreams, softer than clouds."

Fred’s body became her world, her sanctuary, and her inspiration. She continued to feed him with dedication and love, delighting in every pound he gained and every inch he grew. Trixie no longer felt like she was just feeding Fred—she was building her dream, creating a reality where love, indulgence, and devotion had no limits.

And as Fred’s size surpassed even her most unrealistic drawings, Trixie knew one thing for certain: there was no such thing as “too big” in their world. Together, they were redefining love, art, and obsession, one bite—and one drawing—at a time.

-Part 13-

As Fred’s immense body continued to grow, it finally reached a point where the reinforced apartment could no longer contain him. His soft, doughy mass spread beyond the walls, spilling into the hallway and out onto the building’s balcony. The apartment, once spacious, now seemed like a dollhouse compared to Fred’s monumental size.

Trixie, ever resourceful and unbothered by convention, decided to embrace this new chapter. If Fred couldn’t fit into their apartment, then the apartment would simply have to fit into Fred’s life. She worked with contractors to remove sections of walls entirely, leaving Fred free to spill out into the open.

With this new freedom, Trixie’s passion for sharing their life online grew even stronger. Her posts became more daring, her outfits more revealing, and her captions bolder. She loved showing the world just how much she adored her boyfriend—her mountain of a man.

Her photos and videos became legendary:

- A picture of Trixie perched on Fred’s belly, her tiny figure dwarfed by his overwhelming size. She wore a barely-there bikini, her toned legs crossed as she leaned back with a mischievous smile. The caption read, *"Bigger, sweatier, and still all mine."*

- A video of Fred devouring a tray of fat-dripping burgers while Trixie lay beside him, her hand running affectionately over his sweat-slicked skin. She smiled at the camera and said, *"Who needs a pool when you’ve got this much heat?"*

- A selfie of Trixie leaning against Fred’s side, her lingerie slightly damp from the constant warmth radiating from his body. She added the playful caption, *"The sweatier, the better."*

Despite the heat and the constant sheen of sweat on Fred’s skin, Trixie loved every moment. She saw it as another layer of their bond, a sign of just how alive and indulgent their life had become.

Fred, for his part, took it all in stride. He continued to eat with gusto, his appetite seemingly endless. Trixie made sure to keep him well-fed, often bringing him trays of food so large they could have fed entire neighborhoods. Fried chicken, greasy pizzas, dripping burgers, and cakes soaked in syrup were staples of every meal.

“More fries?” Trixie asked one evening, holding up a bucket of golden, greasy fries.

Fred gave her a lopsided grin, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Always.”

As he ate, Trixie leaned against his side, savoring the warmth and softness of his body. She felt like she was sinking into a living cloud, one she had helped create.

Her followers were both fascinated and amazed. Some praised her confidence and dedication, while others were simply in awe of Fred’s sheer size. Trixie, however, didn’t care about the opinions of others. She was living her dream, and that was all that mattered.

One evening, as Fred finished another feast, Trixie climbed up onto his chest, her lingerie shimmering in the soft light of their apartment-turned-sanctuary. She rested her head against his moob, her hand tracing lazy patterns on his sweat-slicked skin.

“You’ve outgrown every dream I’ve ever had,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe and affection.

Fred chuckled, his deep voice rumbling beneath her. “And I’ll keep growing, Trix. Just for you.”

Trixie smiled, her heart full. She snapped another picture of herself lying on Fred’s massive body, her caption simple but bold: *"A love as big as the world—and still growing."*

Together, they lived a life of unapologetic indulgence, their love as limitless as Fred’s size. For Trixie, nothing else mattered but feeding, loving, and celebrating the incredible bond they shared.

-End-

[yearningaces]

Since you asked I’ve been really feeling like cuddling a big bear-esque monster lately. A big fluffy lady who just likes having a little something/someone to hold. Idk, something about how warm it’s been getting now is making me miss the cozy nights wrapped up in winter y’know?

-🦈

One cuddly were-bear lady served sweet, sharky(No emoji's for me at the moment tbh) and can i say, i want to be cuddled by this woman already, thank you

It would be cheeky to call your home a den, much less a cave… However, as you looked around the room, coffee brown walls with plants growing in every corner, different pots either on shelves or hanging or upon the floor, paired with the dense and fluffy blankets you were currently bundled in, it wouldn't really be a strange description.

However, Orsola would most likely roll on top of you as 'punishment' as if having your wonderful were-bear of a partner could ever be anything short of preferred. Orsola's large arms gripped you closer to her chest, the patches of fur and fat providing the softest cushion as you were squeezed closer.

"You're squirming again, Pumpkin," Her voice growls softly in your ear, paired with a light nip of fangs, she has your attention back in the moment. "Y' gotta stop that now, sleep time is cuddle time, and I'm 'bout five seconds from using you as a bed if you cant keep still."

The thought isn't really threatening, but you still raise a hand to pet her soft, dark hair, gingerly stroking the base of her furry bear like ears. "Get a pillow if I move that much," Your lighthearted teasing is met with a low growl as Orsola grasps you tighter to her, curled up around your smaller form.

You can feel her nuzzling her nose against the top of your head, breathing in the familiar scent. "Never even suggest that again. You're the perfect snuggle buddy. Sweet little thing that you are, A damn pillow ain't able to replace that." One of her hands shift from your hip to the back of your neck, guiding your head to rest against her throat as she lets out a deep comfortable sigh. "Nah, pumpkin… This is all I want, You really can't just let me love on you while nappin'?" Her voice softens as she knows you'll give in to her cravings for cuddling.

And of course, how couldn't you? You throw your legs over her larger ones, pressing as close as you can while speaking, "No, I love napping together, I was just talkin', sweetheart. We can stay here as long as you'd like."

You only realize your words once you physically feel her mouth widen into a broad grin where its pressed against your skin. "No take backs." With that Orsola wraps both arms around you quickly, gripping you tightly to her chest as she rolls over on the bed, pinning you down to the mattress while laying halfway on top of you, her positioning dropping you between the wall and her so you couldn't sneak off without her knowing.

"Hey!" Your startled squeak rises as soon as you hit the mattress with a 'thud', "Orsola-"

The were-bear quickly cuts you off with a far too amused sound, pressing her lips to yours to muffle your mock complaint's. Once you settle, she leans back slightly to press another kiss to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your jaw, and finally the top of your head. All the while she easily maneuvers you into your new position, curled up among bundled blankets and cushions for no doubt the rest of the late afternoon, and possibly the night if she can convince you to stay.

"Cuddle bear," your huffed voice drips with adoration for her.

"Pumpkin, don't even act like you don't wanna be carried around and cuddled up to me at any given moment," Her own amusement and affection for you rings clear in her tone.

With a soft sigh, you rest your head against the broad forearm tucked under your head with care. "Yeah," You finally admit. "Yeah, I do."

[mimisempai]

You always had my undivided attention

Summary

It's raining and Crowley, who can't tend to his garden, is bored. Aziraphale, on the other hand, concentrating on his book, isn't bothered by the weather; worse, he pays no attention to the demon. Crowley will do everything in his power to change this.

Notes

Beware a demon in need of attention!

On Ao3

Rating G -  674 words

After looking out the cottage window again and seeing that it was still raining, Crowley sighed and turned over on the sofa for the third time.

"Looks like I won't be able to do any gardening this afternoon."

"Hm."

"Angel, are you listening?"

"Yes, yes."

But Crowley knew that if he asked Aziraphale what he had just said, the Angel wouldn't know, because he was very engrossed in an obscure manuscript he had received in the mail from Muriel that very morning. So, of course, the angel didn't care about the weather, since it didn't affect his activities.

Which was far from the case for Crowley, who was absolutely bored now that he'd had three naps, and he was all the more bored because the angel didn't seem to give him a single thought.

He didn't want to get up, because after all, it was up to the angel to pay attention to him, not the other way around. 

"I hear the village bakery has some new desserts."

"Hm."

"Maggie texted me to say that Nina told her she'd seen Mr. Brown and Mr. Arnold having dinner together at Justine's."

"Hm."

"Muriel sold three books."

"Hm."

Seeing that it was all for naught, Crowley began contorting himself on the sofa into all sorts of saucy positions while making faces, hoping that Aziraphale would eventually look up and notice.

But there was no success there either, and Crowley began to cramp a bit from all the fooling around. 

"I never thought a book would be more interesting than me."

"Hm."

In a childish way, the demon stuck his tongue out at the angel, and at that moment he saw the angel's shoulders twitch slightly, then all of a sudden Aziraphale broke into a loud laugh. 

The angel was laughing now and couldn't seem to stop.

Crowley sighed, "Took you long enough."

When Aziraphale finally stopped laughing, he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and turned to Crowley, laughter still in his voice, "I could barely contain myself from the moment you said Muriel had sold three books."

He got another chuckle and continued, "And all those positions, I didn't know you had that in you, naughty demon."

"How could you see it, you were lost in your book."

Aziraphale moved back slightly to show him a small mirror on his desk that reflected the sofa.

Crowley pouted and muttered, "Cheeky Angel, I hope you had a good time at my expense."

Aziraphale rose and joined Crowley on the sofa, sitting next to him. Aziraphale looked serious now as he replied quietly, "I had a good time, yes, but not at your expense. I had a good time thanks to you. You've always been good at entertaining me, you know. You never have to do anything special to get my attention, though, this..." the angel patted his own head and continued, "...is always full of you."

The demon said with a pout, "Yes, but this book seemed still..."

"Then let me make it up to you."

Aziraphale leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the demon's lips before returning for a deeper kiss. 

Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel's neck and, falling back onto the sofa, pulled him into a lingering kiss.

His hands tugged at Aziraphale's shirt flaps, pulling them out of the angel's pants before slipping underneath to gently caress his lover's soft, warm skin.

Aziraphale responded by whispering in his ear, "You know, all those positions you took earlier..."

"Hm..."

The angel gave the demon a suggestive little nudge with his hip before glancing toward their bedroom door and continuing, "...how about we try some of them out in a more appropriate playground?"

"Let's see if I can entertain you in this playground as well."

Aziraphale got up from the sofa and held out his hand to the demon, saying playfully, "Oh, I'm sure you can, my dear."

Crowley took his hand and with quick steps they walked the distance to their room, eager to begin the experiment.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[toonerdyandiknowit]

Any of my chronically ill people get that hurt and frustration when your overhear co-workers/colleagues who are older than you joking about “old lady” things they do now they’re “old” and you’re there like…

They (50-60) were just joking about being tired in the afternoon coz sometimes at the weekend they’ll have a cheeky “granny nap” if they’ve been busy.

And I (27) have been needing afternoon naps to function since I was 14. Felt like overnight I went from “normal” 14 year old active to…needing “granny naps”.

And they notice I get tired and make semi-concerned comments that I look “peaky” again but…the concept that I can’t function to their level when they’re 30 years my senior is just beyond them at times.

I’m about to be signed off to wfh 3/5 days as well by occupational health which will cause a stir (the 60 yr old has a personal grudge against people doing wfh which ugh) so that’s exciting.

[jackiequick]

Operation Baby Rescue - Fast & Furious Fic 🏁 (Part 3)

If you haven’t read part 2 click here.

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Val Toretto

—-

The first few days were a rather interesting story. After arriving at the safe house, the trio, plus Owen Shaw, got settled into a small plan. Lay low, take care of the baby and wait until the signal to come home. Simple as that.

Owen left to find a place to stay upstairs leaving the couple to their own devices downstairs. That same afternoon, Deckard didn’t hesitate to pick up Marcos Toretto and head over to give him a diaper change. Until he realized he never changed a bloody damn diaper in his life. He fed them, rocked them to sleep, played with them and even saved one! But never has he changed a diaper before.

“Uh love?” He yelled from the living room, holding down the squirmy baby, who became a bit fussy.

Val was in the kitchen looking for supplies to start cooking and yelled back, “Yeah? What happened?”

“Come here for a second.”

“Sure!”

She walked over laughing at the sight in front of her. Deckard Shaw, one of the worlds most best assists for combat and reliability, couldn’t change a freaking diaper. The man glared at her, not finding it hilarious on his part, sighing in defeat. He moved aside giving Val space as she took care of the situation.

Removing the diaper of the fussy baby, who just 8 minutes ago was blabbing nonsense, wasn’t easy. But she got it done, holding his tiny feet and closing the taps to the diaper showing Deckard how to do it as she went along. The man was a fast learner and understood the assignment for next time.

However he was impressed. This women was able to gently strap this little charmer down within 5 minutes flat. Deckard knew that she has a niece and nephew at home, due to them being Mia and Brian’s kids, but he never seen her in action before. As in take care of a child. He smiled brightly and chuckled.

“What?” She asked holding Marco in her lap now, smiling at him. Val knew he was thinking of something.

“Nothing.” He replied with a chuckle, taking a seat next to her.

“Deck.”

“You just amaze me. I’ve known you for a long time now, but this is new to me.”

“What is?”

“You as a aunt. Parental figure, i like it. A lot.”

“Aww..i like it too. I’m still surprised, Dom let us on this mission together.”

“You and me both, love. It’s alright, he trusts us with his kid.”

“So you two gonna kiss or what?” Said a voice standing in the doorway eating a banana. Owen had a cheeky smile on his face watching his brother and girlfriend on the couch with child in between them. It made him annoyed at the idea of his older brother in love but he liked it. It was good to see his brother as he deems as happy.

Deckard rolled his eyes and followed his younger brother into the kitchen, muttering how he might sent Owen to live somewhere else for the next few days instead. Val chuckled blowing raspberries onto Marcos’s chubby cheek, heading upstairs to put him down for a nap and later on a well needed nap.

——

The rest of the 24 hours have been alright. Yeah sure they had a fussy baby to deal with in the middle of the night and a schedule to try to keep up with. Other than that it was pretty okay. Owen moved onto stay in London for a couple of day leaving the couple along again to their own devices. It amazed each other how well of a caretaker role was brought to the table. With Val quick response to things like cries and Deckard’s problem solving skills to figure out what could done.

They had their bumps in the road like the other night where Marcos couldn’t get to sleep. They tried hushing his cries, he wasn’t hungry, and nor did he need his diaper changed. Hell, the pair even checked if there anything inside his crib that might make him feel uncomfortable. Checked for any weird smells in the room and etc. But nothing.

Val was hushing Marco who was in her arms, trying to start humming a lullaby. Deckard stood their for a moment until he removed his sweater leaving him a warm grey undershirt. He sat down on the rocking chair taking the baby from his girlfriend’s arm, having Marco curl up into the warmth of his body as he rubbed his back.

It took Valentina a moment for it to click in, but once it did, she was impressed. She heard stories of how he helped take care of his younger brother and babies on base, but never seen it in action. It made her heart flutter.

“Almost skin to skin contact?” Val whispered softly, as it came out more like a question.

Deck nodded whispering back, “He was probably cold or just need the warmth of a body, I’m guessing.”

“Nice thinking.”

“Eh, i try.”

The pair took turns that whole time, eventually bringing the event to a close putting the baby boy back in his crib. Thankfully he was asleep and didn’t even fussy the rest of the late night. They smiled, leading back to the bedroom satisfied as ever.

Two days later, Deckard woke up first, turning off the alarm clock and being greeted with the warm shine of the sunlight. Val was snuggled up close wearing his black shirt and a pair of brown shorts. He kissed her forehead as he always did, crawling out of bed to brush his teeth and get ready for the day.

Their resources were sorta limited to his usual rental stays but neither he did care or wish for anything else than. He had food, water, clothes, the basic essentials, WIFI, entertainment inside and outside the house, and of course his morning coffee. Deckard entered the shared bedroom again noticing that she was still asleep, he couldn’t blame her since she woke up more than once last night as well as the night before. He stepped into the well centered bedroom next to find the little man of the house half awake. You would think of all people in this house, he would be most tired.

Marcos was laying down on his back, playing with the moon and stars mobile making grabby hand at it. The little guys was wearing blue pjs and in his own little world, babbling softly about god knows what.

Deckard couldn’t help but smile as imagines of last night flew back in his eyes.

Remembering the sight of Val putting Marcos to bed at 7:30pm last night, humming a little song at the loopy baby who coo sleepily, resting his head on his auntie’s shoulder. The smile in her voice as she sang to the baby boy tend laying him down in the crib tucking him in, was simply lovely.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the squeals of the little charmer in front of him as he gently picked him up smiling.

“Hello governor, sleep well?” Ask Deck bouncing him gently in his arms with a soft smile as the baby babbled happily, “I bet you did.”

He stayed in that positions chatting with the baby boy rocking him back and forward, handing him his stuff animal that was sitting on the changing table. He just giggled and smiled softly at the man holding him with just pure joy.

“How about we play some music and have breakfast in a few minutes, hm?” He asked with a chuckle, “But first let’s wake up your auntie Val.”

Val was fast asleep, having turned the alarm off twice already. Just 5 minutes was all she needed. Her body was turned towards the window, not feeling the dent and shift in the bed as a small little cubby body crawled around eventually landed onto of her.

On top of her sat the 12 pound package she saved a while back, with his hand patting her chest and side gurgling and looking around, as his small hands grabbed the fabric of her shirt playing with it. Eventually after a few requests for a bit more of sleep, she peaked her eyes open to the cutest sight she ever seen.

Marcos was just chilling sat on top of his auntie with a care in the world, looking over at Deckard, who had a hand on the baby’s back for support, every once in a while. Pinch Valentina, she must be dreaming! She tickled lightly her nephew’s belly responding in some giggles in return from the baby.

“G’ morning..” She said softly, looking at her boys with a smile on her face. She couldn’t ask for more than to just frozen in this moment forever.

“Good morning.” He replies with a matching look on his face.

He leaned down, placing a darling kiss on her lips as she hooked her finger underneath his chin gently laying down two more kisses. It resulted in Deck to give her a few more. Val cooed at her nephew placing a kiss on his cheek as well. It was like at that moment Valentina Toretto knew one thing, she wants to spend a good life with Deckard Shaw doesn’t matter if they’re under the same roof or miles apart.

The three of them headed downstairs to the kitchen, making breakfast and staying in comfortable silence as they all ate. Eggs, toast, coffee and music playing in the background. The smell filled up the entire house. With the cooing and gurgling of Marcos making sure their was smiles the whole time.

Afterwards they stayed in the backyard, taking in the nice breeze and nice spring sun that came with such lovely warmth. Like a being snuggled up blanket freshly out of the dryer. Marco stayed on the grass playing with the toy cars that were brought, Val combed her slightly wet curls after washing it earlier and Deckard was checking emails while keeping on them.

Nothing could be more perfect, to say the least. It felt domestic. A nice break from the last few days.

Leaning against his chair, Deckard broke the comfortable silence and said, “What do you about us having one of our own?”

“Huh?” Asked Val with a smile taking it a moment for her to lock in what he said. She replied, “You want a kid?”

“Yeah, why not? It’s probably Baby Toretto charm and the safe house, but i can see us with one.”

“Just one? Why not two with a dog?”

He laughed putting his hands up in defense, “Dial it back there, love! I think one would be enough for us.”

“Alright, fair. Besides, I couldn’t a dog and two children to be honest.” She replied chuckling.

“So why did you suggest it?”

“I wanted to see your reaction, that’s why! In all seriousness, one day a child would be nice. I rather settle first, right?”

“Where you thinking? London? Brazil? Hawaii?”

“I don’t know yet. Just give it time, we’ll figure it out.”

Deckard grinned and leaned in into her face, “Good. Because that means I’ll have you all to myself until we please.”

“Yes sir.” Valentina remarked leaning in and chuckling.

They were soon stopped by Marcos crawling up to them with his hands in the air, wishing to be picked up from the grass with a pouty face and Val couldn’t say no. That was when Deckard got the text from Dom that it was safe to bring his kid home, he smiled hearing that.

—-

It took two days of packing, and a early morning just to get everything in the car. Deckard was carrying the last of stuff needed for the drive over to New York. They could’ve taken a plane but decided against it after the resist endeavor, a long drive felt rather safer.

Val was placing with Marco nearby the entrance of the safe house, waiting for her boyfriend to finish his duties. She would’ve help but she was do busy packing up lunch, pillows and water bottles. Finally she was given the green light to place Marcos in the car seat.

The baby was squirming around in his seat, babbling loudly and giggling about god knows what. As Val was trying to place his seat belt on, Marco threw his toy race car over his aunties head and out of the door.

Val walked over to pick it up jokingly saying, “Hey bubba, not all cars fly. But this one does, huh?”

She handed it back over to her nephew, who just playfully threw it out again with a grin and a giggle to match. It was a game to him. Definitely part of this family. Over a straight minute and a half of Marcos tossing the toy out of the car, Deckard walked over with a little solution to the problem. He handed the baby United Kingdom Flag Mini Boxing Gloves, in which the kid happily took with such glee.

She noticed what it was and playfully glare at her man, then said, “Dom is gonna kill you for that.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him, love.” He replied breaking into a laugh and grinned, strapping the baby into the seat perfectly.

And off they went.

The drive wasn’t so bad. They all took time to eat, took breaks to stretch their legs, bathroom breaks and stopped at a motel for a while. Yeah sure everyone got tired and kinda fussy during the trip every once in a while. Especially with a baby on board, it can be tougher. It was a pretty long drive, but they were entertained as much as they could be.

———

It felt like forever, as they finally arrived to a hotel in New York City. The very next day, the trio packed up once again, only this time for the youngest Toretto, to be with his daddy and meet his stepmother, Letty.

The pair walked up the stairs slightly tired, opening the door to the rooftop. Deckard was carrying the baby carrier with the giggly little boy inside as Valentina carried the baby bag. Once they opened the front door to the rooftop, music played, bunches of teammates talking, barbecue smell hit their noses and a fresh bottles of beers being open.

Some stopped talking, looking at the door to see the pair with the baby walking over to Dom. Deckard and Dom talked quietly over the reason why for the mission. Val stood her with a smile, hearing them speak to one another.

“Can’t believe you went to see my mother.” Deckard said with a slight delay smile, once Dom grinned back.

She noticed it was her cue, walking over as Dom pulled his baby sister into a tight hug.

He smiled looking down at her and said, “Thank you.”

“I would’ve done either way.” She replied with a matching smile.

“Still, you took that risk.”

“How did you know I’ll be there at the right place and time?”

“Cause i know you. And i knew you would’ve guessed something was going on.”

“You got that right.”

“Was he a lot of trouble?”

“Nah he’s pretty alright.”

Dom smirked, “I was talking about him.” He added pointed over to Deckard for extra effect, “Was he trouble?”

“Oh my god-” She rolled her eyes laughing, resting her head on her big brothers chest, “He wasn’t any trouble. More of a surprise. Both boys were.”

As if on cue, Baby Toretto cooed brightly. Dom turned reaching down to pick up his son who smiled and giggled, his cubby cheeks lighting up his face at the sight of being hold by his daddy.

Val smiled.

She walked away giving the two a moment together at least, as she went to join Tej and Roman in a few laughs. They were trying to figure out Ramsey’s last name but she was the only one who knew it. Deckard went to speak with Mr. Nobody and Ramsey, sharing a drink. After a while, lunch was finally being served.

Everyone sat around the table, Val missed her boys so she sat beside Tej and Roman, sipping her second beer of the day, after she helped serve the BBQ to everyone’s plates of course. They were all chatting, waiting for Dom to take a seat, he was too busy admiring his beautiful baby boy with Letty who smiled at the cute pair.

Finally he walked over to the table holding the baby boy in his arms. Dom had a soft smile as he spoke, “You heard me say that you never turn your back on family, and i wanna thank you all for never turning your back on me.”

The crew looked around with returning soft smile, sending winks and nods to each other, before turning back to the man of the hour. Dom looked at his son saying, “You wanna meet them? All right.”

He looked back at the group this time and proudly said with a smile on his face, “Everyone, meet Brian.”

Everyone smiled, chuckling and clapping at the sweet introduction.

Some even had glimpses of tears in their eyes smiling brightly.

In return Baby Brian clapped his tiny hand, cooing with a gentle smile. Dom then sat down, with his son sitting on his lap, knowing his was turn to say grace. Everyone held hands with full on smiles hearing Dom’s words before digging into the food.

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[marzipanloves]

So what do u and macaque do when u guys have some free time?

It really depends on what we're feeling! We could be hanging out around the city, going out for the night or staying in, really depends on how energetic we're both feeling.

Macaque usually likes to lay around, generally low, chill energy, monkeys need a lot of sleep I guess! He likes to nap, especially in afternoon when the sun comes in the window of our apartment (yeah he moved in w/ me shortly before we got married). That is unless he's feeling particularly cheeky or mischievous, might be going off to grab a bowl of noodles while I'm not looking or just sitting with me while I work or draw or mess around on my computer or game systems.

Usually looks something like this unless he's lounging in bed or sitting with me.

[ghostherlig]

some more random hcs!!

bc im going to be away from my pc for like a week and wont be able to write until i get back home :')

please enjoy some more poly earth champs 😌 (under the cut bc idk how long this is going to be- update: it's long :))

raiden picks up sayings and swears from each of his bfs- the first thing he picked up was kenshi's small curses in japanese, to which kenshi, when he first heard, gasped and asked "who taught you that?!?" before realizing raiden was repeating what kenshi had said a few (thousand 🙄✋️) times before

raiden also picks up johnny's internet lingo/slang and sometimes uses it- also picked up the "get in the bed" jokes from johnny (ie, "i'll show you (insert adjective here), get in the bed")

lao and raiden already talk like they're the same person, but raiden sometimes mimicks how lao says things- like tone, intonation, sometimes will even pitch his voice to match lao's

kung lao is a fiend when it comes to video games- has the most number of smash bros wins and wears that crown with pride (lao mains king dedede and kirby, johnny plays king k rool and bayonetta, raiden plays ice climbers and pikachu, and kenshi plays mr game n watch (theres a blind joke in there somewhere) and luigi)

kenshi actually really likes playing games- he's a very playful and coy person at heart and when he's comfortable his cheeky nature appears and always gets his bfs to laugh and swoon- he's also very funny when he's comfy

when johnny gets super comfy, he coos similar to a pigeon- it's always quiet and usually unintentional but whenever one of his bfs ctach the sound they melt- kenshi rumbles when he's comfy, almost like a purr before it trails into a sigh (and then a nap), lao stretches out and does this minute long sigh, and raiden grumbles before he fully settles

their coffee/tea preferences!! johnny needs his coffee, and he usually does it without syrups- just black coffee with extra espresso shots or a plain latte- johnny got lao into coffee but lao likes the fun syrups a lot and really loves when johnny makes him caramel macchiatos- raiden and kenshi are the resident tea drinkers 😌 raiden drinks mostly green tea since it's a nice boost for him in the morning, but kenshi has discovered london fogs and he cant go back- he saves his green teas for the afternoon or evening when he wants that lil boost

kenshi and johnny are both fantastic cooks, but raiden and lao can bake like no one's business- raiden really enjoys making bread and lao likes making cookies- often they can be found gossiping with sugar and butter beating in the stand mixer

kenshi will make ramen for his bfs during winter or when one of them is sick- it's his family's recipe and he's perfected it

johnny has the singing voice of someone on radio in the 40's and all of his bfs swoon whenever they catch him singing, especially when it's later in the evening and johnny is dancing in the kitchen to sinatra

raiden plays the kalimba!! he knows all sorts of songs from howl's moving castle to claire de lune and he usually plays in the afternoon- kenshi will always smile when he's drinking tea in the living room and hears the soft tinkling from upstairs

favorite sodas!! lao loves dr pepper- johnny is a coke drinker through and through, raiden likes sprite and ginger ale, and kenshi usually gets root beer or fruity sodas

the first time johnny took kenshi to a Mitsuwa the man was skeptical, but he found it had a lot of stuff he missed from home- johnny would've bought the whole store if it made kenshi happy

johnny begged madam bo for a few of her recipes (lao and raiden's favs) and he spent weeks with her near perfecting them before he cooked them for lao and raiden at home- they both cried (and so did johnny)

when kenshi is off around the world working with jax, lao will call him spontaneously just to fill him in, usually when johnny and raiden are napping or when he really misses kenshi- sometimes kenshi can hear how much lao misses him even though he doesnt say it :(( he always promises he'll be home soon and will blow a kiss through the phone

johnny has a huge walk in closet that he encourages his bfs to use also- johnny loves when any of his bfs "accidently" grab one of his shirts and wear it for a day- they all end up wearing each other's clothes anyway

raiden and lao are plant dads- they have a lucky bamboo plant in the kitchen and a few trees and a mint plant scattered through out the house- there's also eucalyptus in their giant shared bathroom which johnny cannot live without now that he has it

kenshi is the reason the other three love the smell of incense- kenshi used to burn some whenever he was really stressed (like once a week to a month) and he always smelled like incense- now his bfs will burn some when they miss him

johnny loves when his bfs sleepily talk to him in their native languages- he's picked up a bit from each of them and can make out a few sentences but really just loves how they sound-

johnny does math for fun (phd in quantum mechanics) and sometimes his bfs will find notes around the house of numbers and equations that mean nothing to them- but they keep a pile in a drawer somewhere bc they like johnny's loopy hand writing

johnny will slip into german when he's drunk- like full accent and everything- he's barely conversational in german sober though so when he watches videos of himself the next morning he has no idea what he's saying

kenshi hates bugs- like cant stand roaches or spiders- for the longest time johnny dealt with them for him when they lived together

lao makes fun of kenshi for jumping or getting anxious around spiders and roaches but he also gets jumpy and anxious around spiders and roaches

kenshi has his phone auto read texts and johnny will send awful texts when the house is in dead silence- like johnny will be upstairs or in the bathroom and kenshi will be in the kitchen or living room making food or relaxing and suddenly his phone will go off with nonsense or pick up lines over and over again and johnny is laughing somewhere in the house and kenshi is sighing trying not to laugh

raiden likes making mead at home- he's also dabbled in making beer and wine but he prefers mead bc he likes how simple the recipe is and how he can switch out the fruits depending on the season

johnny just doesnt like regular cows milk, so he always has a milk substitute available for himself- at first he was all about almond and oat milk but then he realized he could just use coconut milk and coconut cream for things.... he's a changed man

they all patch each other up after missions- usually it's a quiet affair and they all just soak up being home and safe together again, but other times it can be loud and boisterous or sometimes an argument will break out if someone was injured for a stupid reason (like when johnny broke a rib taking a hit for lao, or when raiden almost got thrown off of a cliff after taking on like five assailants at once)

johnny runs super hot, kenshi runs super cold, lao's thermoregulation is honestly impressive, and raiden says he's fine but his fingers and toes get cold hella fucking fast

despite lao being the one with the chakram hat, johnny's hands are the most scarred thanks to split knuckles, clumsy moments with sharp objects, his loose use of knife safety while cooking, and how often kenshi and him used to spar at wu shi

the only bf without a single tattoo on his skin is lao- kenshi has his body murals, johnny has a few small ones that can be covered by make up, and raiden has a small smiley face on his ass cheek after losing a bet to lao

when talking about his bfs to jax, kenshi never specifies until jax asks- so kenshi will go on and on about how one of his bfs has been getting into this new show, and jax will have to use context clues to be able to tell if it's johnny, raiden, or lao-

johnny plays with the press a bit by mentioning his bfs in passing but almost as if he's talking about one dude- it's a whole thing when he breaks that he's in a polycule

kenshi doesnt like being on camera, so often photos with kenshi are cropped or taken with his head/face/tattoos out of frame- the most kenshi interacts with fans is when johnny does short lives and kenshi will talk to them there while johnny reads the comments to him

raiden and lao always crash johnny's lives- lao and johnny will chat with ppl and raiden usually sits nearby but also doesnt love being on camera- so he's given his privacy unless he tells johnny otherwise

the four are well known at the closest ER- johnny is very clumsy and living with antique swords, a chakram hat, several super sharp kitchen knives, and a lot of glass antiques as well can lead to a lot injuries- the night nurse knows the four of them fairly well and johnny is always sure to send her little gifts during the holidays and on her birthday- she's like an honorary fifth member of their lil family

unless he's cooking, going out, or working out, raiden leaves his hair down- all three of his bfs love running their hands through it

johnny does skin care nights for his bfs- he pampers himself and all of them with face masks and special treatments, they make a night of it and order in and put some music on while they chill in comfy clothes and indulge in self care

kenshi is a master at massages- his bfs are always spoiled if they complain of back pain or sore muscles-

lao will make cookie dough if he cant sleep, and several times all three of his bfs have caught him up at 4 am leant over the counter mixing chocolate chips into cookie dough before shoving the bowl in the fridge and getting dragged back upstairs

kenshi smokes sometimes when he's stressed or needs to think smth over- johnny used to smoke and sometimes joins kenshi outside just for the smell, though johnny has stolen cigarettes before when he was a little too stressed with work

raiden and lao are always dragging johnny and kenshi away from work late at night- they both overwork themselves and it's always "one more thing" until it's 2 am and then raiden and lao go and drag them off to bed

lao has music going 24/7- it's impossible to catch him without an ear bud in (he listens to all sorts of music but johnny and kenshi introduced him to rap and dad rock and that's a good portion of his music)

lao also listens to a lot of hip hop and can be caught dancing around the house to whatever is playing

that's all i got for now- it's almost 2 am for me so now i must go to bed lmao, but i love polychamps so much 🥺💖