#finally a sim i got to use the 'fuck you' nails for !!

[raye-sim]

@windbrook slashed! day three - "the bad girl"

-- jayda collins, she/they -- she thought they were GLAMPING. her roommate nell LIED. & now some killer is out in those trees, picking everyone off one-by-one?! nah, she's out of here. [too bad you usually can't escape from a slasher. jayda's death is nell's turning point. from being scared, to leading the remaining group; determined to outwit and beat the killer.]

[sugarushwriting]

ot7 vampire enhypen (part five!!!???!)

you listen to eunchae and meet some people with interesting backstories

ni-ki has been following the rules (yay!)

sunghoon, jay and the others are worried about you

next part will be straight nsfw/smut with the four oldest. hehe.

if any names are misspelled i apologize!!

not proof read. please like, comment and reblog but please don’t repost and translate!!!

ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

ni-ki arrived to the house at exactly 4:59 pm, but him being on time was the least of jays and sunghoons worries.

ni-ki entered announcing himself, but got no response. he walked into the living room seeing each of the guys sitting.

jungwon, sunoo and jake on the couch, heeseung on the floor his head between his knees, sunghoon in a chair, jay pacing.

“what’s going on? if yall are worried about me, im here? i didn’t break curfew!” ni-ki stated and looked at jake.

“it’s not you they are worried about.” sunoo answered.

with a joke ni-ki said, “so i could’ve met that girl and yall wouldn’t have cared?”

that got all their attention, jay said, “absolutely not. don’t tempt us, ni-ki.”

“what girl?” jake asked with a smile on his face.

“some girl that kept staring at me and our favorite human.” ni-ki answered, throwing his bag on the floor as he plopped next to jake.

“her name?”

“eunchae.”

“ni-ki,” sunghoon warned but ni-ki nodded in understanding.

“i know i know, stay away from her.” he rolled his eyes. even though he wasn’t. he was intrigued by eunchae and her story.

“they’re worried about her.” jungwon sighed picking at his nails.

“who? eunchae?” ni-ki asked confused.

“no, it’s—,”

“what are we gonna do?” heeseung asked finally speaking up. “i mean we can feed on the bags we have and other humans, but her blood was special, we all know that.”

“not all of us.” ni-ki mumbled but no one either heard him or paid attention to him.

“i will talk to her.” jay stated.

“and look where that got us!” sunghoon argued. “she stormed out yelling fuck you to the both of us!”

“she can’t ignore us forever, sunghoon. she belongs to us. we own her.”

“technically we don’t, not yet anyway.” sunghoon pointed out.

“what was i supposed to do, hold her down and bite her?”

“that would’ve been better than ignoring her questions!”

“she was asking what happens to her and her future! she asked me to change her to a vampire, sunghoon.” jays voice was getting louder. “she had the nerve to say she’d fall in love, get married and have kids with someone that isn’t us.”

“well we can’t have kids.” jake retorted but jay wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

“shut it, sim.” jay snapped.

the guys have never seen jay this way, ever. only sunghoon has seen him like this, over a century ago.

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eunchae had brought you to the house off campus she shared with 5 other girls.

the house was gorgeous, another historic home, with a huge porch and a porch swing. the boys house was more polished while this house seemed more comfy and lived in.

“kura! kazhua!” eunchae yelled.

a brunette came down the stairs holding her ears, “dang eunchae, why so loud?”

“is unnie sakura and kazhua here?”

the brunette nodded, and grabbed a bag you were assuming was hers. “im going to meet jen and chae at the library.”

“okay, bye garam!”

the brunette, garam, left, and two other girls came down the stairs.

“girls, we need to talk to you.” eunchae said with a pout.

in summary, all the girls who lived in this house was a seraphim, or fallen angel living in a human body they died in. you learned sakura, the oldest knew jay in the past, kazhua knew sunghoon.

how?

jay fed from sakura often, and sunghoon kazhua. sakura became a seraphim because of jay. he hurt her so bad when he was done with her. she was in tears running home when she was hit by a horse carriage. kazhua became one after she got hurt by sunghoon. she went to run from him and she fell down a hill hitting her head on a rock. sunghoon panicked and ran off. sakura found her hanging on to life.

although they are seraphim’s and typically they aren’t fallen angels, since them as a group specifically don’t serve god, they are considered fallen angels. they want to spread love and light, but can also bring chaos to others.

basically they bring chaos to those who have wronged others, but they have to be careful about it. it could be as simple as someone dropping their food or coffee after paying or as extreme as someone getting murdered.

jay and sunghoon made them each feel special, but in the end, just disappointed them. the icing on the cake was the girls had photos. they mentioned the boys probably got rid of any evidence of a past human relationship when they met you.

by the time they were done explaining you had a terrible headache.

“why don’t you sleep here? you can sleep in one of the bunks in eunchae and garam’s room.” sakura offered. you were too weak to decline.

“thank you.” you smiled. the girls helped you with getting a shower and other hygiene before offering you some extra pajamas that could fit you. you ended up texting your roommate that you wouldn’t be back at the dorm tonight. afterwards you powered your phone off as it was on 40%.

the house had 4 bedrooms, sakura had her own, chaewon had her own, jen and kazuha shared a room with two twin beds, and then eunchae and garam shared with 2 sets of bunk beds. each girl claimed the top bunk on the beds, so you slept on the one underneath eunchae.

“are you okay?” eunchae asked from the top bunk. it was close to 10 pm and the other girls hadn’t came home from the library yet.

“i don’t know.” you sighed before letting your body’s energy sink and going to bed.

when you awoke the next morning, it was 8 am. typically you had a 10 am class, but looking at your phone when you woke up, they had cancelled. that was your only class for the day.

eunchae came into the room with a smile. “i have class at 10:30. garam should be back by noon. sakura doesn’t have class on tuesdays and thursdays so she’ll be here all day unless there’s some work.”

you nodded. “thank you for everything.”

“of course. I heard their stories after i met sakura and kazhua and saw how much it affected them. even to this day. when i learned about you i felt i needed to warn you.” eunchae said softly. she waved and turned to leave.

sakura told you what they told you last night should not dictate your decision if you keep seeing the guys and allowing them to feed. she just gave advice to not let yourself get emotionally attached more than you are. to think of it as a transaction, because what have they done for you?

fancy gifts, hotel stays, fancy food, and pet names mean nothing if they don’t understand what you truly like as a person.

you grabbed your belongings, opting to stay in the sweats and hoodie you slept in. they definitely kept it cold in this damn house.

walking down the stairs, you saw sakura meeting you at the door with a smile. “you are welcomed here anytime, okay? don’t think you know this but when you’re here, they can’t track you.”

sakura gave you a hug goodbye as you walked the 5 minutes to your dorm.

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you may have not realized the guys couldn’t track you all night, but they definitely realized.

that night around midnight, sunghoon went to your dorm to check on you. he used his mind power to unlock your dorm door and quietly make his way in. he couldn’t smell a fresh scent from you, and it was confirmed when you weren’t in bed asleep.

he panicked and immediately alerted jay.

sunghoon demanded jay stay behind with sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki, cause first off they needed someone (an elder) at home. secondly, sunghoon didn’t trust jay would approach you calmly once found.

that night, all night, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake spent hours looking and trying to track you with no luck.

when the guys returned to the house, telling jay they didn’t find you, jay stormed into the room where ni-ki and the other three slept, ripping the covers off of ni-ki.

“what the hell man!” ni-ki was not happy being woken up at ungodly hours of the night (ironic huh?).

“what was that girl’s name?” jay asked. by this time jungwon and sunoo were awake as well, sunghoon, jake, and heeseung in the doorway or near the doorway of the bedroom.

“what girl?”

“the one that was staring at you and—,”

“eunchae. don’t know a last name.” ni-ki groaned cutting jay off. ni-ki pulled the covers back over his head in attempt to shut off the conversation. “now let me sleep! i have class at 9.”

jay left the bedroom and began pacing around the house. jay texted you which went unanswered.

jay: love where are you?

that’s where it got him now, staying in the shadows as he stood outside your 10 am class. except the students or professor or you never came.

jay had class at 11 so it was sunghoons turn. he stood in the shadows by your dorm. and there you were. walking with your (?) hoodie up, eyes down, swiping into your dorm.

you unknowingly being watched, went up to your empty dorm, and peeled off the clothes you borrowed, grabbing an oversized shirt of heeseung’s slipping it over your head just as a knock came to your door.

you cursed yourself after opening it, without looking in the peephole. you went to shut it, but sunghoon was too strong. “baby doll, don’t be like that.”

he pryed the door open and you stepped back as he stepped him. “go away, i don’t want you here.” your voice shook.

“i did a nice thing by knocking, i could’ve just tampered with the door.” sunghoon tsked.

you swallowed knowing you were stuck. “what do you want sunghoon?”

“baby doll, where were you last night? me and some of the guys looked for you but couldn’t find you. you had jay so worried.” sunghoon pouted. he was faking his empathetic voice.

“well you didn’t look hard enough because i was here in bed.” you crossed your arms.

sunghoon shook his head, his tongue clicking in disappointment, “baby doll, we don’t like liars, especially me.” his voice lowered an octave with the last part with a growl.

“im not lying!”

“i came into your dorm last night and you were not here.” sunghoon growled.

“huh—?”

“i told you i could easily open your lock with my mind.” sunghoon smirked. “now where were you?” he gritted out.

you both were interrupted with a knock on the door. funny, sunghoon didn’t smell anyone coming.

sunghoon turned and opened the door seeing a red hair girl.

“hey are you okay?” she rushed towards you enveloping you in a hug. in your ear she whispered, “im jen, i was warned by eunchae you might need help.”

sunghoon couldn’t hear what she whispered. who was this girl?

jen turned towards sunghoon with a fake smile. “i think she needs some sleep. she had a long night.” jen smiled emphasizing “long.”

the tips of sunghoons ears began to turn red.

“who are you?” sunghoon asked.

“jen. im her friend.”

“she doesn’t have friends.”

“hey!” you interrupted. “please leave, im not feeling well, jen will make sure i get rest.”

“no, you will come home with me.” sunghoon stared at you intensely.

“no.” you shook your head.

“yes.” his eyes darkened.

“i said no sunghoon.” you stated. sunghoon looked at you confused then sighed.

“fine.” sunghoon said nothing more as he stormed out of your dorm, slamming the door. luckily it didn’t fly of the hinges with his strength.

you were so confused at his behavior, but jen wasn’t. “he was trying to mind control you to get you to leave with him.” jen said, basically answering your confusion.

“huh?” now you were even more confused.

jen explained the tea you had at their house had a drug in it to prevent any vampire or other supernatural creature from using their mind control or other powers on you or even them. seraphim’s could be easily manipulated by vampires or other supernatural creatures.

“how long does it last?” you asked. jen answered with at least 3 days. “good. im gonna need more of that.” you were going to need it to prevent any further manipulation from the guys.

in the mean time, jen added you to a new group chat she made with the girls for you to text whenever you needed them. if it was an emergency you was just to text them, ‘hi angels,’ and they’d find you and come to you.

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earlier that morning

“why looking so glum riki?” eunchae asked a tired looking ni-ki on their way to class. she happened to have an extra cup of coffee.

“my damn boss woke me up in the middle of the night asking dumb questions.”

“you call him boss?”

“he acts like he’s my boss.”

“call him den mother. that’s what he’s more like.” eunchae teased. “so why did he wake up you asking dumb questions?”

ni-ki explained how you went missing apparently and the guys were worried they couldn’t find you.

eunchae laughed, “she wasn’t missing, she was just hiding from yall.”

“yeah the olders didn’t like that.” ni-ki shook his head, “they’re so protective over her.”

“you mean possessive?”

“that too.” ni-ki sighed and explained the rest of the story and how they were gonna take turns this morning staking out your class and dorm.

that perked eunchae’s ears, but it also got her nervous when ni-ki told her that he told jay about her. eunchae quickly took out her phone to text the girls in the group chat, warning them you may need help.

“you haven’t told them that im a seraphim, right?”

ni-ki shook his head. “no, should i?”

eunchae quickly shook her head. “absolutely not. your kind hates my kind.”

ni-ki’s left eyebrow raised. “why is that?”

“it’s better to not know.”

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it was currently 6:53 in the evening, and you have 30 missed calls and 177 unread messages from: jay, sunghoon, heeseung, and jake.

jungwon even texted to ask if you were okay, and it hurt you to not reply back. but you couldn’t be sure if it was actually jungwon, or perhaps jay and sunghoon using the other guys to get through to you.

jay: love answer your phone

sunghoon: babydoll, you answer us or face the consequences

heeseung: baby are you okay? we are worried about you

jake: im hungry for you. can we meet? i miss you.

jungwon: are you doing okay? im worried about you.

the absolute last message from jay sent chills through your body.

jay: love, you are going to regret ignoring us. you have until 7 pm tonight to answer us or you’re going to face some extreme consequences.

it was now 7:02 pm. your phone dinged with an email from your professor for tomorrows class. the same class jay was a teaching assistant for.

from: profkong@university.edu

class, tomorrow will be mandatory as we discuss finals. if you miss tomorrow, that will deduct 600 points out of your final grade. remember, the highest number of points to obtain from this class is 2000, and you need at least a 1800 to pass.

dammit you had planned to skip that class. jay must’ve done this on purpose so you couldn’t avoid him.

you were sure no one even had close to 800 points because many of the highest point assignments didn’t begin until later in the semester.

you were fucked. and you were scared to know what consequences jay and the guys could possibly have for you.

vampires house (#1)

seraphim’s house (#2)

[croucify]

pls pls pls write a hamzah as ur bf hcs 🙏🙏mehehe

✶ hamzahthefantastic boyfriend hcs

warnings: nsfw content at the enddd

a/n: my first time writing hcs, had so much time writing so i hope u like this!!! <3

sfw !

✶ he brings you your favorite food when he comes home late or films the whole day with martin

✶ holds out clothes for you when you're shopping together and even picks some for you but sometimes he purposely picks out the most hideous pieces as a joke

"this would look good babe," he pulls out a shirt that has a lion's head, trying not to burst out laughing when he saw your reaction.

you roll your eyes but didn't try to hide the smile on your face.

✶ cooking together but he ends up hugging you from behind and not helping you

✶ screams louder than you when a jumpscare comes on a horror movie

✶ when you play video games together, he shows off to you and even invites you to be in a slushynoobz video with mandy

"you guys made a version of me in sims?" you asked, looking at the three of them.

mandy who would usually have a straight face during their videos, smiles and gives hamzah a teasing look. "yeah well, someone here forced me to make one so we could play them when we film."

✶ likes to stay in bed with you the whole day cuddling especially after a long day of work

✶ helps you choose your next nail set and chooses the shape so when you rake or run your hands on his back and head they feel good

✶ always uses the machine next to yours at the gym in case any creeps come near you

✶ secretly takes photos of you when you guys are out together

✶ still gets shy when you're out with other people or filming videos together

nsfw !

✶ hands are all over you when you have a nice outfit on

✶ likes to touch your ass ALL THE DAMN TIME even when you're wearing pajamas or a dress, his hands always find their way down there

✶ has a hair tie with him so he can tie your hair up when you go down on him

✶ so loud in bed especially during your first time together

✶ when watching a movie and a sex scene comes on, it gets you both riled up and you end up doing it right then and there, completely forgetting about the movie playing

✶ likes when you're on top and taking control but also bucks his hips up when your movements start getting sloppier

"i got you baby." his hands are on your waist, holding you down before he pounds into you.

✶ at parties, he likes peppering kisses all over you which ends with you swaying and rubbing your ass on his crotch

✶ when he finally gets used to all of it, he fucks you anywhere he can

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Can I get a gp!mina with yandere promo 1 and 27?

prompt + “I’m doing this out of love” + “just take it”

content : abduction, groping, slight nipple play, dubcon

a/n : YALL college has been kicking my ass I’m so sorry pookies :((

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The whole car trip was silent, you’re head rested on the window as you snored softly, car should’ve stopped by now, the party was only 12 miles away from your house, but the “party” mina was really taking you to was so much more twisted and stomach churning. When you eventually woke up it was midnight, your brows furrowed as you glanced over your shoulder seeing Mina driving whilst tapping her manicured nails on the steering wheel, you started to panic “where the fuck are we going Mina” a smile crept on her face “oh you’re awake-“ she turned the radio down as she squeezed your thigh tightly “don’t worry about where we’re going it’s just a trip” her hand started stroking your thigh softly as she retreated her hand before placing it back on the steering wheel “Mina take me home- I thought we were going to a party” “oh but we are y/n it’s my party but it’s not what you’re used too” she giggled as she turned into a eerie part of the woods following a trail, you tried to reach for your phone in your purse to find it missing “where’s my phone- mina this sick joke isn’t funny” you held out your hand expecting your phone to be returned “no one’s joking y/n we’re going away from civilization for a bit” “but what about my family and my other friends… you can’t just take away everything and everyone I’ve loved” tears began to fill your eyes as your bottom lip wobbled “you’re making this seem bad, I’m doing this out of love y/n why don’t you understand” the car finally stopped at a large cabin it looked like it could remodeled into a nice 2 story cottage, but it still gave off a eerie vibe, Mina got out the car as she pulled you out your seat, knowing you’d refuse to come inside the cabin “we can’t just leave our lives and move away from everyone” Mina groaned as she pulled out something from her front pocket.. it was your phone, she handed to you smiling, when you tried to turn it on it had no service, you also realized your SIM card wasn’t inside your phone either… she must’ve took it out and did something with it “you must be wondering about your SIM card don’t worry I threw it out the window a few miles back, and don’t worry about your parents i typed a lengthy text stating you decided to travel the world for a while and would break off all contact” you Jaw slacked hearing her, she really thought this through, her hands rubbed your shoulders as she pulled you close by your waist, you easily felt her bulge on your belly even if it was covered by many layers of clothing “don’t you love me y/n” these feelings were overwhelming you didn’t know what you felt sadness??, happiness??, it was all confusing “even if you don’t love me we can learn How to love each other even if it kills us…” you felt her smile at the end of the sentence you knew she’d kill you for not loving her, maybe even for falling in love with someone else, you felt Mina’s hand trail to her pants as she unbuckled them her bulge throbbing against your thigh, she lead you to the couch forcing you in her lap “you feel that y/n” her thick cock was against your ass just twitching you swore you felt some precum soak through her boxers, her hand crept to your breast as she kneaded them roughly, you tried to pull away but Mina was just too strong, her nail clawing at your sensitive nipples, your panties dampening as she toyed with you it just felt too good to ignore, you haven’t been touched like this by anyone in a long time, her hands crept to your your thighs as she yanked your panties off, the cold air adding to your arousal, her cold fingers rubbed your clit as she bent you over lining herself up “just take it y/n don’t try to fight me” you complied easily there was nothing else you could do, you couldn’t run away, call for help or anything, submitting was your best choice, well at least for right now right???

[hux-and-gay]

posting my Kylux Sims outfits because I’m bored!

my mods wouldn’t work most of the time so everything is base game, except for one thing

please don’t judge my Sim making skills. I just got this app I like 2ish days ago. Very frustrated. It wouldn’t let me make Kylo’s hands bigger or his neck longer because now they look weird >:(

Anyway ignoring that

CASUAL CLOTHES

they’re emo guys! I make them both wear make up because yes. Also, Hux totally like acted like he was reluctantly letting Kylo paint his nails when in reality, he paints his nails in secret all the time.

FORMAL WEAR

I know crazy Hux isn’t wearing black, I’m sorry the black version of that top made him look like he was from Bridgerton! And Kylo’s hair is in a bun because yes! Also, I don’t know why Kylo has a Second ring that was not intended

ATHLETIC WEAR

Love how the way these photos are cropped makes Hux look taller. Ignore Kylo’s shoes they’re ugly. There were very limited options of shoes, and I don’t like repeating clothing. Anyway, Hux is wearing Kylo’s jacket hehe~

It’s a long story, I wanted to put Hux in a tracksuit, but the only one they had was for women so when I put it on him it gave him boobs and that looked weird, so I put him in a different jacket not the one he’s wearing and then it glitched, and it deleted it, and then I couldn’t find it again, so I gave him Kylo‘s and pretended it was intentional

PARTY OUTFIT (my personal favs)

They’re both giving Smexy vampire and I’m in love. I saw that hair for Kylo and had to use it for something, but you see this is where the short neck looks weird grrr

also look at the heels!

(when it’s revealed that Hux is wearing stockings under his outfits because I was too lazy to change them every time)

SLEEP WEAR

OK but like Hux had to have the robe, that was kind of mandatory. Anyway, I contemplated just doing boxers for Kylo, but it looked too similar to his swim wear and I don’t like when things look too similar so I picked this. Also, the bunny slippers are a reference to my grocery store meet cute one shot.

just FYI, there was a version of Hux in lingerie 😂

SWIM WEAR

Yes Hux is in a Bikini, enough said

He also had dog tags on in his sleep wear but they wouldn’t show. Also, now you can see how ugly and tiny Kylo’s hands are and why I was so mad they wouldn’t let me change it!

oh, and if you’re wondering why Hux has that little blotchy mark on his face it’s because I was using my psoriasis and eczema head canon so I picked the mark that looks closest to mine

HOT WEATHER

I did Hux’s beach outfit from my vacation crack fic 😂

also his nails are pink bc yes, and Kylo gets to put his hair up again. He’s probably still hot wearing fucking all black like that

COLD WEATHER

I don’t know why this particular screenshot of Kylo makes him look so squished, but it does . Also, the Hux reading glasses finally made an appearance! And I gave him earrings again, because why not?

BONUS

Kylo’s outfit from my Vacation Crack Fic 😂

This was the one peace of CC I used

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@dragonflies-draw-flame

[vampireacademysims]

Well, I guess it's time to address the situation... or the lack of situation lol This is gonna be long, be warned. There's a TL;RD at the end if you wanna skip the wall of text. To start, thank you to the two anons who took the time to read the comic and prod me about it and the new people who started following this tumblr in spite of the Hiatus warning. Altho this place has been collecting dust for more than a year now, I'm still around, updating my side reblogs tumblr, so it's not like I dropped from the face of the earth.

The truth is, at this moment in time, I've feel out of love with making this comic. It was always a lot of work due to me being a perfectionist. I never used any extra rendering apps, all you've seen here is raw sims images and a lot of work on Photoshop, so much so it gave me a muscle contracture on my right shoulder (because I did all my work in bed with my laptop/drawing tablet in my lap. I never said I was a smart person lol) that still flares up from time to time because I learned nothing. Then the VA fandom was already quite small by the time I started doing this in 2015 and I never really advertised this in the fandom anyway. I always got the impression most of the fandom didn't like the OG comics as it was and most of the people that followed the comic were sims 2 fans because, well, it's made with the sims and the images were pretty (forever holding in my heart the people you said this &lt;;3) The recent "Vampire Academy" TV series (it was just in names, honestly) was the final nail in the coffin of my motivation. After information had leaked I was already disappointed in it, but after actually watching it, yeah no. Only plus to it was the surprise to see it was partially filmed in my country, in places where I have been myself. And lastly, and probably most importantly, I struggle with motivation a lot. It happens to us all, I am sure. It's no secret that I hated to panel, if I'd start all over again I'd just post the big images like many of you telling stories are doing now, it'd be less of a stress for me, but alas, I can't change formats now. And I said many times I was doing it mostly for myself, because I did love the comics based on the books, but doing it for yourself only gets you so far until you get bored. And I got bored. I'm actually surprised my hyper-focus on it lasted for as long as it did. I haven't been to Photoshop for editing - I used to make photomanipulations and other kinds of editing - for way over a year, so it's not only the comic that stopped.

I still have 7 pages to end chapter 6 in various degrees of editing, Veninorchid and Esotheria-sims have seen them, so they exist lol I will eventually finish editing them - it's mostly a Romitri flashback - and post them. But after that, I will have to decide how to proceed. Spending less time editing would help, but lowering the quality of my pages, the only thing people like about it, really doesn't sit well with me, because yeah, perfectionist.

So at the very least the remaining pages will be posted in early 2024, I might go back to it slowly, a little bit everyday so I don't burn out or put stress on my shoulder. But after that, it's up in the air. It's not like I've been staring at the walls during this time, I had other things taking my goldfish-like attention. I got interested in home bookbinding, which made me dig out old unfinished stories I once started and I've been trying to finish them and later try to bind them, because why the fuck not lol And on my reblogs tumblr I had this set of pictures about a Regency little story that people really loved and I'd like to add to it, but then again, all the editing it'd need *cries* I feel tugged in so many directions I fear I'll end up doing nothing lol

So the TL;DR is, I got bored with the comic because it was too much work and resulted in physical pain, I lacked the motivation and other things got my attention meanwhile. Chapter 6 will be be finished eventually, but after that it's up in the air. Cross my fingers that I get my mojo back while editing those pages. Still, a thank you to all of followed and are still following, sorry these were not the good news you wanted to read just because I made a post. You support up until now was what kept me going in the past, I can't thank you all enough.

[honeyphobia]

A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder review (so SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!)

I guess this part isn’t really a review but is my reaction towards some parts throughout the story(also I tried to label which chapter but I got lazy, sorryy)

andie’s dad using past tense??

pippa impersonating Chloe 💀 lowkey would’ve done the same if I had to

WHO THE FUCK WAS WATCHING THEM WHILE WHY WERE CAMPING?!

THE NOTE?!

SECRECT OLDER GUY?

“that’s why her hair is so big it’s full of secrets” that’s literally andie

naomi is a little sus

I thought andie didn’t have a connection w mr ward why would she be calling him an asshole? maybe dress coded her or smth?

what if Elliot Ward is the secret older guy 😨😨

The note nat put in andie’s locker??? she’s def a new suspect

why are adults messing around w Highschooler andie 🤨😨

noo sals Interview kinda makes him look sus 🙁

hippo pippo 💀

jason bell is so ew

yooo are are andie and max so close? 🤨

drink spiking? hmm suspicious

not andie cheating on Sal 😔

why does max have that photo of andie 😨

Ravi staring howie down and lowkey funny and cute at the same time

RAVI BEING PROTECTIVE OF PIP AWHH

NOT ANDIE SELLING DRUGS

Pip and Ravi breaking and entering 💀

ANDIE BEING AT THE INN A FEW WEEKS AGO?!?!

nevermjnd false alarm

chap 24 - MAX KNOWS HOWIE?! BRO GETS MORE AND MORE SUSPICIOUS AND ITS HIS 2nd TIME LYING

THE PHOTO?

SAL IS INNOCENT SAL IS INNOCENT SAL IS INNOCENT!!!

AWHHH RAVI’S REACTION

THE NOTE ON PIPPA’S LAPTOP?!

I CANT BELIEVE IN SAYING THIS BUT WHAT IF IT WAS HER MOM OR DAD

BARNEY NOOO BARNEY

AWHHH PIP I FEEL SO BAD

I FEEL SO BAD FOR RAVI TOO

YAYY RAVI CAME BACK

PARTNERS IN CRIME ARE BACK IN BUSINESS

ANDIE WRITING DOWN NAOMI’S SPARE SIM PHONE NUMBER?! It’s a clue but also kind of useless

the beginning of chapter 39 was a literal jump scare 💀

Cara did it, it was her she likes Butterfinger that’s all the evidence you need

MR WARDS PHONE NUMBER?! BROOO

MR WARD.

pip you’re so smart i aspire to be you

Omg if andie is still alive that would be so much worse

pips going to the house rn so anxious

mr ward finally got arrested

but the girl upstairs didn’t andie so what happened to andie? did she go back home and die there or smth? fucking max I knew he was suspicious

WSIT SO DID BECCA KILL ANDIE?

BECCA OMG GIRL

SO IT WAD HER WHO WENT TO THE INN?

aint no way she drugged pip

SHIT UP IS PIP GONNA DIE

well obviously not because the series has 2 more books 😭💀

why is page 377 so beautifully written

I KINDA FEEL BAD FOR BECCA

“And don’t tell them the only reason you started this project was because you fancied me. You know, think of a more noble reason.” omg ravi 😭😭

”I’m ravishing. Get it? Ravi-shing. Ravi singh.” that was lowkey kinda smooth though

okay review time

Once I got this book in my hands and started reading it I swear, it was one of the best wild roller coaster experiences I've ever had. Still unsteady, blubbering without nails, baffled, and lightheaded, but yet smiling and thrilled!

FANTASTIC CHARACTERIZATION, FAST AND HEART THROBBING PACING, GREAT-SATISFYING ENDING, GREAT STORY TELLING, AND ATTENTION-TAKING PLOT!

While reading, I had too many questions rushing through my mind.

Who actually murdered Andie? Or is Andie truly dead? Did she earn her fate? For the reason that as soon as we find out more about her, we realize that she is a bully, drama queen, drug dealer, and blackmailer! I wanted to punch her for all of her wonderful traits(sarcasm if you couldn’t tell).

Who allocated Sal the blame? Or did Sal actually do it? He is a picture of a kind, modest, and heavenly man. We think he has been hiding something, though. His friends refused to serve as his alibis and changed their testimonies regarding his whereabouts and when he left from their location. Where hence was he when the murder happened?

Who was threatening Pippa with texts to prevent her digging?

Well, I read the book quickly, and my spider senses didnt work properly until the last few pages, I was unable to identify the murderer or murderers. always being five steps behind the author

It was moving, enjoyable, nail biter, mind bending, surprisingly exciting, satisfying read. I enjoyed every page, every clue, every thrilling moments of this book. I highly recommend it!

[cthulhudundee]

So that was an unexpected detour.

I was expecting a few months away from here, it always takes that long when I start a new job – a couple of weeks of ‘I hate this and I’m never coming back’ plus working out what I need to settle into a new work routine.

What actually happened was:

Two weeks in my bad wrist got worse. I couldn’t bend it at all. I wore my brace all weekend but still no relief by Sunday evening. In desperation I played a few minutes of guitar, cursing and swearing all the way from the pain… and it fucking worked dammit.

So I had to start doing a bit of practice everyday, worked up a few simpler pieces, had to buy a suitable chair and look for a guitar rest because I can’t use footstools anymore with my bad hip. Did you know that there is a guitar rest that looks like a giant chopping board that you attach to the back of the instrument?

Still haven’t found one I like but there’s one on ebay I’ll try eventually. Also my nails were really brittle for ‘some reason’ so it was nail hardener and nail care all over. I had to pick the one instrument that requires them.

Thankfully just doing my job has strengthened my wrists to the point where that’s mostly no longer necessary..

Then at work they introduced an app for clocking in and accepting shifts etc. (The company I work for is a zombie of a thing where everything is outsourced and they actually rent me from a recruitment company).

Of course it wouldn’t work on my phone so I had to buy another just for work, then I had to remember to use the damn thing, then it turned out others were having trouble with the app too so they put an ipad in the office and I was using this whole smartphone just for accepting shifts. At least I picked one with an alarm I can find this time.

But that turned out to be OK because then we had a break-in at home and my other phone and wallet were stolen so I just switched to the new phone but had to buy another sim to get my old number ported (all of my 2-factor authentications go to that one, all official communication goes through it) So then I had 2 sims in my phone on 2 different networks (do you think I could remember to keep credit on both?) and I only finally got everything connected back to my original number last month. Only took a year.

And THEN, the week before xmas last year I got rear ended. Second time I’ve had a perfectly good car turned into a repairable write-off by a middle aged bloke who wasn’t paying attention. Being just before xmas/new year meant all the crash repairers were closed for a couple of weeks so I was driving around in an unroadworthy vehicle with an exploded back window covered in plastic.

Luckily there were witnesses (the people in the car in front who I got shunted into - my car was the only one with major damage) and we both claimed on his insurance because I didn’t have any…. He was insured with an industry co-op for people who work in transportation, he drives for a living. I got another car for half the payout amount though so that left me some spare money.

In between all this I discovered my iron and B12 levels had taken a serious dive and I was either close to or officially anaemic, depending on which standard you use. My skin looked exactly the colour of the image on the Wikipedia page for B12 deficiency. I thought I was just getting really tanned! So that explained the brittle nails. Got B12 shots, finally found an iron supplement I can tolerate (it’s liquid! It tastes nice! I don’t get side effects!) Now I have sustagen in my morning coffee and it’s not to make the coffee taste better.

My blood test this October just gone showed I’ve made it into the low normal iron range and many of the symptoms that cleared up over that time are things I have had for my entire life. Hmmmmm.

After that I got onto my first round of allergy blood testing, just finished the second round and the results are that I am allergic to flavour lol. I’m heterozygous for one of the coeliac mutations so 10% chance I’m coeliac. I’m allergic to onion, tomato, potato, sesame and chilli. That’s, like, my entire diet and it means eating take away is near impossible. Also can’t have most gluten free baked goods cos they frequently contain potato starch.

Spent a bit of time trying different ways to hide veg and such in food, tried some kitchen gadgets and have achieved 3 reliable recipes – egg-lemon rice with spinach, lemon herb chicken and decadent porridge. Cheese n crackers and popcorn for snacks. ‘Reliable recipe’ here means a) something I can cook without too much effort and b) something I will actually want to/be able to eat once it’s made. Food shopping has become pretty basic since, and I’ve found a brand of fresh frozen lemon juice that doesn’t contain sulfites so I can go nuts with the lemon juice with no risk to my vitamin B1 levels.

So my diet is still very restricted but it’s completely allergen free and I’ve managed to finally ditch coca cola. I noticed my cravings for it were a bit sus, I’d always want something with gluten after and I’m pretty sure it’s the caramel colouring doing it. Still trying to find ways to increase veggies but fibre capsules are a godsend and my cholesterol is also high. Welcome to early middle age I guess?

In amongst all this I noticed a pattern in my sleeping habits where I would always either fall asleep or wake between 3 and 5 o’clock. Could be a.m. or p.m. but always those hours. I tried setting my alarm for 5am – totally unrealistic hour for my entire life. And IT FUNCKING WORKED! It still drifts a bit because 24 hours has never fit with my sleep-wake rhythm but I don’t suffer in the mornings anymore. I’ve actually had to move it to 4:30 because that’s about when I start waking naturally now.

So that left me feeling liked I’d been body snatched and took a while to stop feeling weird. Really weird. My only issue is sometimes falling asleep too early in the evening but then I just do cooking or whatever when I wake at 12 or 2. I suspect the key to it is that I’m awake for both sunrise and sunset and those are pretty much the only two time cues my brain has ever noticed. Also I’m not sacrificing any quiet time at night, it’s just been shifted to early morning.

And on top of all that my housemate’s sister’s second job was looking for people. I had to turn them down the first time because I still hadn’t sorted out several health issues but they asked again a few months later and I was ready. This is the sort of job I was looking for in the first place (audio transcription rather than data entry but still) but it’s way better than the one I had originally lined up for myself and its $50+ an hour. It’s only 3-7 nights a month so good second job, I get like 2x my regular day job pay if I do a full session

And that left me feeling weirded out again because now I have two jobs that I like, they both pay well, in both I have good bosses, I wake everyday (still not knowing what day it is) looking forward to whatever the day is. I don’t dread mornings anymore or wake up with the thought of ‘not again’.

Some massive changes for the good this last year and also I finally cracked crochet and knitting. But important to note, I think, that the main thing that made these huge gains possible was having a livable amount of money coming in. I regularly drop $200 at a time at the chemist and I have to be able to afford that, never mind the specialists I have to see and my GP clinic no longer bulk bills.

Getting a job was literally what enabled me to move forward while Centrelink payments kept me sick because I couldn’t afford food that wouldn’t make me sick or even the testing required to find out which foods were causing it.

[bunny--ships]

(rises from my grave) i want to talk about her actually cus its fun how absolutely fucking messy fnaf lore is its like my own personal jigsaw puzzle

so i always thought the fnaf timeline was kind of insane and makes no sense from like. a narrative standpoint. so i straight up just tried to come up with one on my own and then self inserted myself into it cus im just hot and genius like that

in MY fnaf there’s only three protagonists (disregarding VR and SB): Mike, Sienna (SI), and William.

Mike being the protagonist of 1, 3, SL, and Pizza Sim,

Sienna being the protagonist of 2 and Pizza Sim

And William being the protagonist of 6 year old hell simulator ��️ (UCN)

I also crunch the timeline by like, a fucking LOT so it stems from 1983-2010. So in order the games would be taking place (tentatively…)

fnaf4: 1983

fnaf2: 1987

sister location: 1990

fnaf1: 1993

fnaf3: 2003

pizzeria simulator: 2010

(Sienna was born in 1970, so shes 40 by the time of Pizza Simulator. EASILY my oldest self insert. yet another example of scott’s violent homophobia.)

Sienna is Cassidy’s older sister. I want to make her and Michael like, narrative foils, so she has a similar role as him. When Cassidy got murked by William, it was because she got in a nasty fight with her at her birthday party and ran away crying, and that’s how she got lured in by themanbehindtheslaughter *wicked living tombstone bass rift plays.* Thus, it caused this remnant of misdirected rage at Sienna, similarly to Evan’s vengeance against Michael (golden duo theory bapy)

After the Missing Children’s Incident was officially declared a cold case, Sienna got pissed and decided to work at Fazbear’s under a fake name so she can investigate it herself, and that’s when she was subjected to the haunted animatronics trying to attack her at night, because Cassidy had been directing them at her out of anger as one of the causes for her death.

I like to think the fun little 8-bit minigames showing how the murders happen was actually like, something the spirits manifested as a game on the tablet to show Sienna how they were killed (kind of like the Princess Quest arcade game in Security Breach shut up its my au i do what i fucking want), and that’s how Sienna finally pieced together the kids were murdered.

She actually originally was just going to take her paycheck and fucking goes after night 5 because she got her answers, but then the second Missing Children’s Incident happened at the diner and she realized that something was fucking UP still so she just. broke in on Night 6 to figure out what the fuck happened there, and That was when she finally realized that the animatronics were haunted by the dead kids and that her sister was one of them.

Right before she could leave though she got attacked by Mangle, who did the funny 87 thing to her frontal lobe, and she actually died right there on the spot, until Cassidy, after seeing her fighting tooth and nail for nearly a week to try to find her, had a change of heart and used part of her soul to revive Sienna in the same way Elizabeth did to Michael. When Sienna woke up in the hospital, she swore to herself that she would get justice for the kids, and then that’s how she joined in on the scooby doo mystery series that Michael was on.

It was really frustrating though because obviously the police weren’t taking “bro trust me” as solid enough evidence to reopen the case so she was largely on her own for the next decade and it really did not help that everytime she got a lead the fucking place got burned down because William and Michael were having arson competitions in the meantime, so she had basically lost hope that she would ever get answers Or justice, but then the new Pizza Place in fnaf6 opened up in 2010 and she saw it as her last chance to save Cassidy.

so she just. you know. broke in. thats how she met corpse mike and after a few minutes of him trying to shoo her away with a broom she got to explaining her story and then mike went

so now they’re close good revenge friends. the end.

yes i disappeared for a few weeks dont worry about it check out my fnaf self insert

[yakumtsaki]

The first semester has finally ended and it was officially our worst one EVER with an incredible grade average of C+, congrats guys! The only person who managed to crack an A was June, not because she’s a knowledge aspiration but because I constantly made her study to keep her away from her nephews. As if that wasn’t bad enough, we now live in a world that includes be-girlfriended Sugar.  

-WELL GOOD MORNING, SOPHITO. I WAS UP LATE MAKING OUT WITH A GIRL. WHO’S THE LOSER NOW?? -I never called you a loser! -You thought it! Everyone did! And now it is I that has a girlfriend and you who has NOTHING -I still have my disgusting torrid affair with Eliza! 

Ya you tell him, Soph! Your life is great!

I mean, it could be better. But worry not, it’s time to start working on those billion first dates you want, it will cheer you right up.

We ask out Blonde Meatballs and everything is going great!

-That’s right babe, first prize pre-school physics winner, three years in a row! -Oh my! -I know right! Wait, do you hear that?? -What, that distant moaning? -I KNOW THAT SOUND GOTTA GO

Uhh, Sophito? Is what I think is happening actually happening??

-YOU BET YOUR ASS IT IS

Could it please not happen??

-NO!!!

Bro..

-FUCK YOU ELIZA YOU SAID YOU’D NEVER SLEEP WITH HIM AGAIN!!! -I NEVER SAID THAT, FREAKSHOW -YOU SAID IT WITH YOUR EYES!!!

Everything ok, Reg?

-I think I’m just gonna go give some financial advice on the internet.

-FUCK YOU, SLUTBAG, LIKE YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE ISN’T HOOKING UP WITH 50 PEOPLE. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, WAIT TILL YOU’VE FINISHED??? -WELL YES! GOD, YOU’RE STRONG -CROSSFIT, ASSHOLE. THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM

Alright then, I guess that’s it, everyone is mad, everyone hates each other, perfect. Sophito, I don’t know what madness suddenly overtook you, but why don’t we pick up our teeth from the floor and go continue our Meatballs date?

-I don’t want to! I’m very upset and betrayed! >:(

-Hey Soph, I think your gum is in my mouth? -Oh that’s a tooth, you can keep it.

As our date with Blonde Meatballs was such a smashing success, we seize the day and ask out Obvious Business Major right after. 2 down, 48 more to go! Fml.

I have literally never had a sim be as addicted to anything as Reginald is to giving financial advice on the internet, when I tell you guys this mofo will do this until he’s near death and I constantly have to monitor his vitals. No wonder Eliza is cheating on you!

-What’s Eliza? New start-up company?

It’s a new day and Stacy makes the grave mistake of coming over to see Julian.

-Oh so you’re the new pledge, and a romance sim to boot? Don’t even THINK of starting any affairs around here because that’s my thing, got it?? -What’s your damage, you crazy bitch?

Ya Stacy, that’s what I’ve been wondering as well. She had a great childhood with adoring parents, this is all her. 

Speaking of damage, June is finally interested in someone she doesn’t share ancestors with and it’s Erik Swain! I married him in during an old Union run and he makes cute af kids so I’ve been saving him but anything to get June off her bullshit. Go talk to him!

So it turns out that Erik is super shy and trying to get him to warm up to June was legit nails-on-chalkboard annoying but we finally befriend him- 

-AND HE TURNS US DOWN FOR A DATE DESPITE 2 BOLTS. ERIK SWAIN YOU DUMB BITCH. YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT ME MARRYING YOU IN THIS RUN

-Oh no, what a loss!

It is!!!! Now fuck off, June and I never wanna see you again!!!!

Why leave to passerby-fate what can also be achieved through cold hard cash?? We invite Lakshmi over and hope she doesn’t FUCK US OVER AS USUAL

-I won’t unless you pay me with frozen money a second time :)

I’M NOT HAVING THIS ARGUMENT LAKSHMI

We spend the max amount which we extremely cannot afford but I’m sure we’ll get our soulmate!

-Omg omg I can’t wait!

Omg omg me neither!

no.

way.

NO WAAAAAAAAAY. iVAN??? 

iVAN???????? 

iVAN?????????????????

-What? He’s the closest she can come to dating someone she’s related to without it actually being incest! 

LAKSHMI I SWEAR TO GOD.

-Well we do have 3 bolts, can’t I at least go through with the date?

NO YOU CANNOT.

Second try, fml. We’re gonna have to sell our gorilla statue at this rate. 

-Ok, I’m now gonna give you someone you can’t possibly object to..

-..because you don’t know him!

Who the fuck is this??? I’m not wasting June on some Apartment Life Benjamin Long nobody!!!!

-No refunds! 

Ok Lakshmi, against my better judgment, I’m gonna shell out another 5k we don’t have for a third and final attempt.

-You won’t regret it!

DORIAN THE BALDING COP????

-Ok, you might regret it.

GET OUT OF HERE LAKSHMI, I DON’T KNOW WHY I KEEP TRUSTING YOU

-Hiiiii Erik hi, it’s me!!!!

[lovekz]

i did not do it for you

(before i upload these past request and the five stages of grief, along with another series, i wanna get this out)

cw: cheating, angst, depression, mention of blackmail, and toxic exes

a ran haitani fic

you weren’t expecting this to happen.

no one ever does in relationships. no one you know of at least.

you recall going through one of the worst phases of your life.

the biggest depression phase you’ve ever experienced. 

you refused to get out of bed without ran’s motivation, take care of yourself, nor actually do anything but lay down and cry.

you didn’t even know how your depression got this bad.

maybe it was you ex?

he did get your number before you went through this face.

claiming he’ll post everything you’d ever sent to him if you don’t get back with him once more.

but of course, your boyfriend and his brother helped you out.

they had beat him senseless, taking his phone and sim card along with them.

but at this point, it didn’t matter.

what mattered was the phone called you received around 30 minutes ago.

it was the younger haitani, calling you at such a late hour.

you believed it was an emergency, and picked up almost immediately.

but you wished you never did.

“y/n? god- please tell me this is a voicemail.” rindou said quietly, his breath sounding overly heavy.

“no.. no i’m awake. are you and ran alright?” you asked quietly, your voice hoarse. you had cried not too long ago, and didn’t bother to use your before the sudden call.

“god.. ran and i just fought.” rindou said. you heard a quiet thump, and the pouring rain growing louder.

“are you guys alright? who did you fight?” you asked, suddenly having enough energy to raise yourself up.

rindou got silent, before letting out a soft cry. it startled you.

rindou never cried near you, not even as your best friend.

“rin...?” you called quietly.

“i fought him, y/n. i fought my brother.” rindou suddenly sobbed, breaking out into a small laugh in between.

you grew silent. they never fought in your years of knowing them, in your years of dating ran.

“why?” you asked, not understanding his sob story.

“fuck.. i’m so sorry. i-i-i didn’t think he would.” rindou said.

your heart stopped.

there was only one thing rindou wouldn’t think he would ever do.

cheat.

“it’s not funny rindou.” you whispered, starting to sniffle.

“i’m not laughing.” rindou said quietly. 

that was all you needed to hear.

~

after rindou made it back, he went straight to his room and took you with him. he knew you wouldn’t want to be around ran if he did what he did.

he had patched himself up and helped you clean up a little, knowing it was hard enough for you.

once you heard the front door open, you and rindou locked eyes.

“wait until morning.” rindou whispered, looking back at the mirror.

you nodded, deciding to listen to him.

but ran had other plans.

he banged on the bathroom door as soon as he made it upstairs,

“i know you’re in there. open the door.” ran said in a harsh tone, banging even harder.

“whatever he said was a lie. do you think i would do that to you if-” “oh shut up.” rindou shot back, cutting his older brother off.

ran scoffed and kicked open the door, making you spare him a glance.

“couldn’t you do this when i was up and running?” you asked, voice breaking into a whisper.

you couldn’t see him clearly. the tears in your eyes blocked your vision.

ran stood there, staring you down.

“after everything you’ve done-” “i didn’t do it for you.” ran said, dismissing anything you had to say.

the three of you got silent, and you wiped your eyes to look at him.

“anything i did, i did for myself. not you.” ran said, running his hands through his hair.

the hair that you had brushed out and styled for him a lot.

you looked at his suit. the one you’d scrub clean for the next day.

his nails, the ones you jokingly painted, but he loved it anyway.

“leave.” you whispered, standing up and finally letting your tears fall.

“i pay the bills so.” ran said, putting his hands in his pockets.

before rindou could say anything, you held a hand up to him, and walked to the room you previously shared with him.

you packed up anything you bought, or anything you owned, and left.

it was fine, because he did it for himself. anything was in regards for him, not you. it was never you.

~

“why the fuck would you do that?’ rindou asked the next morning, making breakfast for himself.

ran sighed, looking at him. he only just walked in. “save me the emotions.” ran said, holding his hand up,

“no. you kicked out a heavily depressed person after you cheated on them. what the fuck?” rindou said, raising his voice.

ran looked at him, finally. and rindou stopped altogether. his eyes were puffy, and he had terrible bags.

“they found her. they threatened-” “you could’ve told me.” rindou cut him off, putting his coffee down.

ran shook his head and laughed. “you don’t think they would’ve killed her as soon as you found out?” ran asked, leaning against the counter.

“s’why i had you fight me. the stripper was your trigger to hurt me.” ran said, hiding his face.

rindou couldn’t believe the words that were spewing out of his older brother’s mouth.

“in another life. i’ll treat her so much better.” ran whispered.

[whiteteadreams]

You’re Not Too Bad- Chapter 1

Pairing: Jake Sim x Female Reader x Park Sunghoon

Preview: “What the hell is wrong with you? Film club is my thing, you aren’t actually going to show up right?” He smirked and turned his head, leaving his eyes trained at the end of the hallway before they made their way to mine. 

 Sunghoon smiled at me and stated, “Film club is a public club Y/n, meaning anyone can join. I could use another thing to put on my college resume and film club is just an opportunity to bother you every Monday and Wednesday until 5:00.”

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Academic Rivals to Lovers, Love Triangle, Friends/Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol AU, High School AU (y/n, jake, and sunghoon are all 18) 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cursing/mature language, suggestive scene, not 100% proofread

I made a little playlist that will go along with the story, you may get a few spoilers or at least a few little nudges in the direction of the story, but I hope you like it.

a/n: This was just supposed to be a Sunghoon x reader story, but Jake got thrown into it, so I have no idea how it is going to end but enjoy! I also changed the point of view from being 1st to 2nd so I apologize if I missed anything that would make the story confusing. 

Taglist- @iloveoceaneyes

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“Damn, that sucks L/n, second place is really just first loser.” You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, your fists clenched as you looked ahead at the paper. 2nd- Y/n L/n. The only name above yours was none other than the single person you despised. 1st- Park Sunghoon.

“You put up a decent fight, nothing I can’t beat but you know, impressive to beat anyone else in this shithole, but then again, beating everyone else isn’t too hard.” His voice was like nails on a chalkboard, the tongs of a fork on an empty glass plate. Like when a pencil breaks and you’re just scratching the top of it across the paper.

Rolling your eyes at his smug smirk, the only thing you could come up with at that moment was, “Fuck off Park.” It wasn’t your best work, but you heard the chuckles of his friend group behind you two.

In reality, second in ranking out of the entire class, which was 649 students, wasn’t terrible but the fact that you were second to Park Sunghoon was the thing that actually pissed you off. At least this ranking was just for the annual test that had no real purpose.

“I may be second to you for this Park but I’m still valedictorian and there isn’t a single thing you can do about it. You will always be salutatorian and you’ll just have to watch me give my speech at graduation.” You started to walk away, tired of the look on his face and the cackles of his posse, but you didn’t get too far without Sunghoon coming up to your side and following you.

He kept walking with you, not saying anything. His next class wasn’t even on this side of campus, let alone in this building. “What do you want?” “Nothing, just wanted to bother you, it’s quite fun.” Of course. What else would he have wanted. It seemed as if his only purpose on this planet was to act like a tiny pebble in your shoe. When you finally think you’ve moved the pebble out from under your foot, the next step you take and there it is again, right under the sole of your foot.

“Why don’t you go bother the other goons you hang out with or your fan club?” Park Sunghoon’s fan club was in fact a real thing. It was just some random Instagram account that was ran by a group of underclassmen girls. “Well, they want my attention, you don’t, you’re more fun. Your eyebrow starts twitching whenever you get irritated. Which, now that I mention it, is quite often, there are anger management programs you could look into.” He knew damn well he was the reason why you were always mad.

“Park Sunghoon, this is not the building you’re supposed to be in at this time. I expect more from the salutatorian.” While you were having your hourly argument it seemed like the rest of the kids littering the hallway had filtered out and it was just you two. Well, you and an administrator who was now yelling at Sunghoon.  

His eyes met yours in a glance and in two seconds you wanted to kill him. “Oh, I’m just talking to Y/n about me joining film club.” Fuck no. You were the president of film club and have been since your sophomore year. Oh, and to top the situation off with a cherry, the administrator that was yelling at Sunghoon happened to be Mrs. Whitlock, who also happened to be the supervisor of the film club.

“Well, Sunghoon, I hope to see you tomorrow after school then, film club meets after school every Monday and Wednesday until 5:00 PM. I will have Y/n explain the current project to you.” You waited until Mrs. Whitlock was around the corner and out of earshot before you turned to Sunghoon.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Film club is my thing, you aren’t actually going to show up right?” He smirked and turned his head, leaving his eyes trained at the end of the hallway before they made their way to yours.

Sunghoon smiles at you and states, “Film club is a public club Y/n, meaning anyone can join. I could use another thing to put on my college resume and film club is just an opportunity to bother you every Monday and Wednesday until 5:00.” But before you could say anything he laughs and finally turns around to head to the class he was actually supposed to be in.

You couldn’t help but spend the rest of the day wondering if Sunghoon was actually going to show up tomorrow or if he was just messing with you. As you were walking to your car in the parking lot, you saw Sunghoon. He just smirked at you and waved. What you did in retaliation wasn’t your most mature action, but you didn’t care. Flipping him off and starting your car, you drove out of the parking lot, faster than you should’ve.

The rest of the afternoon and night was spent studying for an exam in calculus you had coming up; you weren’t worried about it, but you just had to make sure you got a higher score than Sunghoon. You were ripped from the studying zone you had gotten yourself into by your phone letting out a ding and lighting up with a notification from Instagram.

@park.sgh: hey l/n, whitlock said you’d explain the last project to me. i’m waiting for you to explain it to me…

Fuck off. Is he serious?

@/yn_?: fuck off, i’m busy

As you turned your phone over so you could go back to studying, it let out the same ding that made you want to throw it across the room.

@park.sgh: don’t be like that l/n, i know you’re not actually busy. what the hell would you even be doing?

@/yn_?: does it matter what i’m doing?

A few minutes passed until you heard the stupid ding again.

@jakethesim: hey y/n!

The username made you stop rolling your eyes, from assuming it was Sunghoon. You’ve spoken to Jake in passing, normally about physics but nothing besides that. You’ve never had an informal conversation, or at least one that wasn’t about homework.

@/yn_?: hey jake?

@jakethesim: ik this is kinda out of the blue but do you wanna study for the upcoming physics test w me?

@/yn_?: uh sure, rn i’m studying for the calculus exam

@jakethesim: WE HAVE A CALCULUS EXAM? WHEN???

@jakethesim: can you help me with the calculus exam too?

@/yn_?: it’s on friday so you have time, i have film club tomorrow until 5 and then a stuco meeting on thursday.

@jakethesim: i have hockey practice tomorrow and then a match on thursday, i’m not doing anything rn if you don’t mind meeting on short notice.

@/yn_?: i don’t mind, mine or yours?

@jakethesim: whatever is easier for you, i’m the one interrupting your night.

You didn’t say anything else except for sending him your address. Jake was nice, he was smart in specific subjects, and not to mention, he was hot. The only cons you can honestly think of are that he doesn’t have the most common sense, he flirts with just about everyone, and the worst of them all, he’s one of Sunghoon’s best friends.

But he’s a boy, let alone a teenage one, so of course he doesn’t have a lot of common sense, and if you had a penis and looked like him you’d probably flirt with everyone too. But Jake is so nice, so why is he always hanging out with Sunghoon? Now that you think about it, all of the guys in Sunghoon’s friend group are nice, you didn’t get why they were all friends with him then. You would probably call Sunoo one of your friends, he has on several occasions given you skin care tips and vice versa and is your designated shopping buddy.

Speaking of Sunoo, him and you were supposed to go to the mall together on Saturday to look at the new clothing store and to try the new boba place that was in the food court.

Once again, you were forced out of the mindset you had let yourself into, your thoughts were disrupted when you heard frantic knocking on your front door. Getting up quickly and kind of jogging to the door, since the knocking was so rushed, you opened it and saw Jake drenched in rain and holding his backpack to his chest. You didn’t realize that you were staring until he said, “Are you just going to stare at my abs all night or are you going to let me in?”

Blushing and silently moved to the side so he could let himself in. He took off his shoes and just stood there shivering. “My brother is at college right now and he left some of his clothes behind, I can go get you a pair of sweats and a shirt if you’d like.” “Yeah, that would be great Y/n, thank you.” His eyes were casted down and his cheeks and nose were red, either from being slightly embarrassed or from the cold outside.

You went upstairs to your brother’s vacant room, his closet was selective, from taking most of his belongings with him to college since he had an apartment rather than a dorm. Grabbing a pair of grey sweats, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of black socks, you made your way back to the top of the staircase.  

When you went back downstairs, Jake was still standing on the rug in front of the door, looking up and smiling at you. “Here Jake, I’m pretty sure everything should fit, if not I can try to find something else.” You looked up at him and handed him the clothes. “No, no, I’m sure everything is fine, thank you again for getting me dry clothes. I appreciate it, also thank you for agreeing to help me study.”

“The bathroom is the down the hall, third door on the right.” You smiled and pointed to the bathroom. Jake just smiled, nodded, and made his way in the direction you were pointing to.

Thinking about how Jake’s hair was still wet, he’d still be cold, so you walked the couple of feet to the living room where the fireplace was. You put a few logs in the stone pit and started a small fire, immediately warming the room and creating a nice orange hue.

“Hey Y/n?” Jake was done. “In here.” He followed the direction of your voice and leaning against the frame of the room was Jake. “So, I figured we could study in here since your hair is still wet and my house is pretty cold.” He pushed off from the frame and made his way to where you were standing. “My parents usually don’t like it when I use the fireplace when they aren’t home, I swear, they actually think I’m going to burn the place down.” He laughed and set a few papers down on the coffee table.

“They aren’t home right now, Mom’s in Paris and Dad’s in Berlin, both for business.” You shrugged and went back to the dining room where you had originally set up home base for studying to gather up your homework and notes. “Are your parents gone a lot?” Jake looked up at you from his sitting position and tilted his head slightly to the side. You just nodded and sat across from him.

To put it simply, the studying session went terribly. You both kept getting off topic, just talking like two friends. The distance between you two had significantly gotten smaller while talking and you were now touching shoulders. Your heads were turned to the other, so if one of you moved slightly, your lips would brush against the other’s.

“Jake?” “Hmm?” “Can I kiss you?” He nodded and placed his hand on your jaw. You planted your lips on his, taking his bottom lip between yours. Your hand traveled up his chest and to the back of his neck.

Jake tapped your thigh and started moving you into his lap. Helping him from just disconnecting your lips and straddling him. Jake’s hands started roaming up and down your back while yours were exploring around his chest and shoulders. At some point he had slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips, making the kiss more heated.

You pulled away from him and started to tug the hem of his shirt up, immediately getting the hint, he reached behind him, grabbing the collar in the back so he could bring his shirt up and off. While your lips were already off each other you took that as an opportunity and crossed your arms around your torso and took your shirt off, slightly arching your back, causing your breasts to rub against Jake’s chest, purposely.

Jake moved out from under you and held you close until your back met the floor from him gently laying you down, the fire causing his face to glow in the darkness. He reached under you and unclipped your bra. Before he removed it completely, he looked into your eyes, silently asking you if it was okay. You had to control yourself from just saying, hell yeah, it’s okay. You resorted to nodded at him, and he kissed your lips again. He slid your bra down your arms, finally removing it.

Slightly embarrassed, you covered your chest with your arms. “We don’t have to keep going, we can stop if you want to Y/n.” You looked to the side, looking at how the flames rose in the confinements of the fireplace. “I just know your reputation Jake and I’m not shaming you for it, but I don’t want to be known as another one of ‘Jake’s Whores’, I have my own reputation to uphold”. Your eyes met his, scared to see his reaction, but you were very relieved when he gave you a small smile.

“I understand what you mean Y/n, but I wouldn’t have asked you to help me to study if I didn’t like you. Don’t tell him I said this because he’ll kill me but every year before school starts, Sunghoon reminds all of us guys that you’re off limits.” He laid down next to you, facing the fire as well. “When you and Sunoo got close last year, he flipped. I’ve never seen Sunghoon that mad and at Sunoo of all people? I don’t know, I guess hearing about Sunghoon bitch about you and then Sunoo gushing about your guys’ friendship made me curious about you.” You turned around, your back facing the fire now.

“Really?” You whispered, unable to believe what you were hearing. Jake just nodded and went on, “Yeah, so with the way Sunoo talked so highly of you and how other students looked up to you, I don’t know, really. I just like you.” With the fire illuminating his face, you could see a small blush as his voice got quieter.

“Really?” He just chuckled at you and nodded, moving onto his back, looking up at the ceiling that had a skylight. Jake and you just sat there shirtless in the living room of your empty house, looking up at the thunderstorm through the window that was placed above.

When you opened your eyes, the room was pitch black except for the occasional lightning strike illuminate the sky. The room was significantly colder than before from the fire no longer being lit but you could feel the warmth of a blanket on you and the rustling of a person beside you.

“Jake, wake up.” You shook him in hopes of getting him to get up off of the floor. “Is it time for school?” His voice was deeper than normal and gravely. Grabbing your phone that was playing next to you, you looked at the time that read 1:38 AM. “No, but let’s go lay in my bed, it’s warmer up there instead of here.”

The sleepy boy slowly got up and dragged the blanket behind him like a little kid with his security blanket. Trying your best to keep him from running into any walls while getting up to you room, the only casualty was when he ran straight into your door frame, letting out a grunt.

“Sorry.” You couldn’t help but smile at the little pout his lips formed as he rubbed his head. After you two finally made it to your bed, Jake flopped down on top on the covers and rolled into the fetal position with the single blanket now covering him.

“C’mon Jake, get under the covers.” He lifted his upper body up and drug himself to the head of your bed, taking the blankets and pulling them up. He slipped down beneath them and got into the same position he was in.

He started whining as you started walked away from the bed and towards your closet. “What Jake?” “Come here, please.” “Hold on, I’m just finding a shirt to sleep in”. At that the whining from his increased. “Noo, Y/n, why would you do that to me.” Jake’s a boob guy apparently.

If it were someone other than Jake, you would’ve blamed what he said on lack of sleep and drowsiness. But since it was Jake, you laughed and listened to his request, he already saw them, and it wasn’t like you were uncomfortable.

You got under the blankets and moved closer to Jake, you turned your back to him and felt him pulling your body towards his. He tucked his body into yours and placed his arm over your waist, so he was spooning you.

“You smell nice.” He whispered and buried his head in the junction of your neck. You smiled and quietly chuckled a bit, feeling him smile as well. “Thank you” You turned your head and kissed the tip of his nose; from that you could feel his smile grow even bigger on your neck.

“Go to sleep Jake, we have to get up in the morning.” Trying to make your voice sound stern, but you failed because you couldn’t help the giddy feeling that was brewing in your stomach.

“We could just skip tomorrow; I think Miss Valedictorian can afford to miss one day.” He skimmed his fingers along the left side of your torso, causing you to jolt.

“No”. He did it again. “Are you ticklish, L/n?” He ran his fingers all the way up your side and towards your left armpits.

“Jake, its late, we have to go to sleep.”  Giggling from being tickled and just Jake being Jake, you rolled onto your back and scooted over, he just followed your movements and laid on top of me, caging you in. From laughing and being so tired you were both out of breath and your eyes were starting to droop and gloss over.

You just looked up at him while he looked down at you. “You’re so pretty.” From feeling warm from the compliment, you looked away, unable to maintain eye contact with him. “Thank you, you are too.” He laughed a threw his head back slightly. “Thank you, Y/n.” You and Jake laid there looking at each other until you both yawned at the same time.

Jake moved off of you and rolled over on to his back, still holding onto you, causing you to land half on him and half on your side. “Good night, Jake.” He whispered a “Good night” back and slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep with you following soon after.

[cherrycola27]

SIREN'S SONG

Chapter 6: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, self esteem issues, body insecurities. Jake "Hangman" Sersin... yes Hangman gets his own warning because he is fucking Hangman. Allusion to smut. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This chapter is inspired by the Kelly Clarkson Song "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger.

Maverick looked at the aviators in front of him. "As you all know, this mission is going to be dangerous, but I am confident that Captain Mitchell has taught you well and I am confident in your skills... Now Captain... who will be flying?

Siren picked at the skin of her thumb nail and bit her cheek. "You are all great aviators, and my decisions have been made based on skills alone. Team 1, Phoenix and Bob, and Hangman. Team 2, Payback and Fanboy, and Team Leader... Rooster." Siren's heart sank... she hated she had to choose her boyfriend but he was the only one besides herself that she truly trusted to lead this mission. "Captain Mitchell will also be flying with you. She has been training on the same Sim as everyone here and she has successfully complete the course numerous times. She will be flying back up with a 3rd missile incase one or both of the first two miss. Coyote... you will suit up as spare incase need... everyone is dismissed." Cyclone stated leaving the group. Siren's heart dropped even more. She told herself she could do this. She was the queen of the sky. It was one last mission and if everything went well she wouldn't even have to fire a missile. But deep down she knew something wasn't right.

Siren quickly turned on her heels and left the room to head back to her bunk. She wanted to lay down and sleep before the hell of tomorrow came. "Si, Si, Siren, Harper, Captain Mitchell." She stopped when she finally heard her boyfriend use her title. She turned around to face the pilot who had a look on his face that was a cross between mad, upset, and afraid.

"Why didn't you tell me you were training to fly this?" Rooster asked not mincing his words. "I couldn't babe. Dad and Cyclone made me keep it under wraps. They were afraid if everyone knew I was training that it was because they doubted your skills. They didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea." Siren answered truthfully. "I... I also asked to fly" She whispered. "You asked to fly? Why?" Bradley asked looking down at her.

"The last time you and Mav went on a mission like this I almost lost both of you... I couldn't let you go out there again by yourself. I've always had your back Roos.... I am not about to pussy out now and stay on the carrier while you fly into hell." Siren gave him a reassuring nod. "I know I said I wasn't going to fly a mission again but you are worth going out one more time for. I also know my last time doing one of these didn't end well for me... but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?" Harper asked with a laugh.

Rooster chuckled back. "Yeah I guess so. Now let's get to bed... we need to rest up especially if I'm going to see my girl do some of that pilot shit for real tomorrow." Rooster slung his arm over her shoulders as they walked to their bunks.

Siren climbed into the cockpit of her F-18 she had gone over her plane three times. She situated her helmet and placed a photo of her, Rooster, Maverick, Penny, and Amelia on the dash, a reminder of what she had to live for.

She took a deep breath and got her game face on. She and Bradley had talked before suiting up. Sharing tender kisses and a promise to come back safely. Before she lowered her canopy her dad came to her side. "Be safe out there kid" the senior Mitchell began trying not to cry. "Harper, I just want you to know that I love you and I am so proud of you." Maverick told her. "I love you too dad... meet you back here soon" Harper told her father. She adjusted some dials and checked her safety gear. A determined look came across her face. "I don't like that look Si," Maverick joked at his daughter. "It's the only one I've got."

Siren lowered her canopy as range control came over coms to get everyone in position.

"Dagger Spare up and ready" Coyote called

"Dagger 1 up and ready" Rooster signaled

"Dagger 2 up and ready" Hangman spoke

"Dagger 3 up and ready" Phoenix answered

"Dagger 4 up and ready" Payback replied

When it was her turn, Siren didn't answer. "Dagger 5 are you ready?" Range asked. She took a deep breath...

"Dagger 5 up and ready!" She said confidently into her oxygen mask.

The five F-18s left the aircraft carrier in a flurry if wings and smoke. No turning back now

"Good Afternoon Ladies, Gentlemen, and Bob... this is your Lieutenant Comander Seresin speaking. It is currently 102 degreed with 100% humidity in West Where ever the fuck we are. If you look to your right you will see the beautiful Pacific Ocean and if you look to your left you will see the sexiest fighter pilot known to man. We have now reached our cruising altitude with our speed at 660 knots. I have just turned off the fasten seat belt signs are you are now free to move about the cabin." Hangman joked as the team approached the target zone.

"Hangman shut the fuck up... now is not the time for jokes" Siren called back to him harshly. "Geez Rooster... your girl is touchy today... did you fall asleep while going at it or something?" Hangman jabbed back. "No he didn't he's not you... Phoenix told me how you really where a Hangman to her two weeks ago." Siren replied back taking none of Jake's shit. "Nix? You told her. Jesus it was one time and I had done like 900 push ups that day."

"Whatever Bagman... we need to focus. Once we reach the zone we have 3.5 minutes to get in and get out. Hangman...Bob and Phoenix are going to get you lined up for the shot. Rooster... Fanboy and Payback are going to have shot number two lined up for you. If anyone misses I have a back up shot. We only have one chance at this... let's make it count. Entering the target zone in 3... 2... 1... mark"

Siren could feel her heart beating in her ears. She fought to make every turn while keeping her plane low. She checked he time. Everyone was on schedule. And so far no surprises. "Hangman you ready to take the shot?" Bob asked. "Let's go Bobby boy" the Texan replied.

"Bombs Away" Hangman called releasing his missile and peeling out

"Miss" someone from control stated... "Shit." Jake called. "Siren we have a miss... you are going to have to drop after Rooster" Hangman told her.

"Copy that Hangman." Harper replied.

"Alright Bradshaw laser is ready, light those bastards up" Fanboy called out.

"Bombs Away" Rooster called. "Bullseye"

Bradley had hit is target... she had to follow up.

Her palms began to sweat. Her vision blurred. "You can do this Siren. You can do this. One last mission. One last chance to prove you belong here." Harper told herself. The she found herself saying something she had heard her dad say so much when he was flying and feeling unsure of himself...

"Talk to Me Goose"

Whenever her father faced a difficult situation he always called out for Uncle Goose. And now Harper found herself doing the same thing hoping he might be able to guide her. "You got this Siren... give em hell" a voice came through her coms... only it wasn't Uncle Goose... it was Bradley.

Siren lined up her shot. She was dropping blind no laser to help her. She focused her aim... held her breath and dropped her missle

"Bombs Away" she whispered before climbing out of the canyon.

"Direct Hit... Target neutralized" came though the squads head set. She had done it... they had done it

"Great Job team get your asses back here now. Over watch has just picked up three fifth Gen fighters headed your way." The tower called.

"Everyone stay sharp. Eyes open" Siren called. "Hangman on your six break right" Phoenix called as a plane started toward him. Suddenly they sky became dark

"Smoke in the air" "Dagger Defending"

Harper couldn't tell which way was up and which was down. Suddenly an explosion came from her right. Rooster had manager to take down one of the three plans. But they were still under attack. Flares were flying, missles whizzed by, bullets rang out. Boom... the second fighter was down thanks to Phoenix and Bob. Some how Fanboy and Payback made it to the carrier followed by Hangman.

Rooster, Siren, Phoenix and Bob were still battling the last fighter. "Guys we are out of flares... missles and ammo" a panicked Bob came through. "I can't shake him. Get him off" Phoenix cried.

" I got you Phe.... just trust me. Rooster go to her wing... keep the fighter distracted. It's time for them to meet a Siren." Siren began to take her plane down until she was under the fifth Gen fighter. She was right where she needed to be. "Okay Nix, when I give the signal I need you to climb as high and as fast as you can. Rooster. On my mark you need to invert over the fighter and jump into a cobra spiral. I am going to spiral under the enemy plane where they can't see me. Then on my mark you are going to pull out and I am going to take the shot... aright.... ready now" Siren gave the signal. Phoenix climbed and Rooster and the fighter plane began to spiral. Siren matched them turn for turn.

"Alright Roos... pull out in 3.... 2... 1 pull out" Siren commanded Rooster peeled out of the spiral and before the enemy plane knew what was happening Siren was coming up behind them and earning her sixth kill.

Moments later the aircraft carrier was coming into view. Siren smiled as she watched her teammates land safely. She was genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

As she was getting ready to land she thought back to the day that Cyclone compared her to her father... so in true Mitchell fashion, Siren buzzed the tower earning a smile of approval from her old man.

As soon as she landed everyone rushed her plane. Her father pushed through the crowd giving her a huge hug. Rooster followed pulling her in for a kiss

"I am so proud of both of you" Maverick smiled with tears in his eyes. And he meant it. As the Admiral hugged Siren and Rooster he looked up to the sky and whispered. "Thank You Goose for bringing them back to me."

There were more hugs, cheers and congratulations passed around than could be counted. That night Harper sat on the twin bed in her bunk room. Bradley sat beside her. "You were amazing out there today baby. I am so proud of you. I can't believe that plan you came up with. You really saved our asses out there." Bradley gushed pulling her close.

"You weren't so bad yourself out there B." Harper said turning to him. "Well thanks darlin" Rooster replied kissing her on the top of her head.

"So I have some news" he said turning her to face him. "When we get back and after some time off... Mav offered me a full time teaching position at Top Gun. I would still be on reserve for the Dagger Squad but I would get to stay on North Island permanently." He told her. "Please tell me you are going to take it!" Harper looked at him wistfully. "Think you can put up with me for a little longer?" Rooster asked playfully.

"Bradley I can put up with you for forever." Harper sighed her eyes heavy with sleep.

Bradley adjusted so they were both laying down. Harper's eye closed as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Before he drifted off to sleep Bradley whispered. "I just might have to take you up on that.

Ahhhh I loved writing this chapter! I hope you enjoy also would anyone be interested in a playlist on Spotify that would have all of the songs that inspired this story, lmk!

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In which Martin and Gerry help Jon acquire a cat, among other things. 

“Martin, look!”

A phone is shoved in his face; on the screen is a tiny black kitten sprawled on a carpet with the headline “Free to a Good Home!!” Martin knows where this is going.

“Finally time to bite the bullet, eh?”

“We could surprise him!” Gerry’s voice is animated as he waves his phone in the air. Martin loves when he gets like this, unguarded and sweet. “You know how stressed he’s been. Honestly, I’m shocked we haven’t gotten one already.”

“Well, he’s certainly been hinting at it.” Martin gestures broadly at the walls of the bookstore, decorated with various cozy knick knacks and art they’ve picked up at charity shops. There’s no less than three oddly majestic cat paintings along with a shelf of tiny porcelain felines, not to mention the gaudy clock that has cat breeds instead of numbers. Jon has...particular taste. “Not very subtle, is he?”

“Should I message them, then?” Gerry squints at the screen. “We met them at trivia a few months ago - Mara, the one with the-”

“Green hair, yeah.” Martin remembers the night rather fondly. Gerry usually spent most trivia nights scowling in the corner and making snarky commentary with Jon, but on that particular occasion he had a few drinks and was considerably more relaxed. He managed to charm half of the bar with his stories and wit while Jon stared on, adoration clear on his face.  “But you know Jon would kill us if we didn’t let him have a say. You know how he gets, he needs to prepare-”

“-buy ninety toys-”

“-think up a ridiculous name.” They both laugh at that- Jon’s got a penchant for renaming their friend’s pets when he doesn’t think their moniker “suits them.” He’s gotten into more than one fight about it. “Text him so he doesn’t stay late, though. I’m not staying up until midnight again.”

“On it.”

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They hear Jon before they see him. 

The door creaks open, alerting them to his presence as Jon lets out his usual long-suffering sigh (Gerry fondly calls this mood ‘The Bouchard Blues.’) His clothes are wrinkled and his eyes are barely open; from the slight indent on his face, Martin reckons he fell asleep at his desk again. Gerry meets him at the door, grabbing his bag and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Rough day, love?”

Another sigh, this one a bit more huffy. “Elias came in at half past four with a box of ninety random documents and wanted them all organized by tomorrow. Impossible, of course, unless I stay the night-”

“But you came home!” Gerry says it with a sort of wonder in his voice; Jon very rarely stands up to his boss, no matter how ridiculous the ask. 

“W-Well, you said it was important,” Jon looks between them with large, worried eyes. Always assuming the worst. “It’s nothing bad, is it?”

“Jon, I thought the twelve reassuring texts and afternoon phone call put that to rest,” Gerry replies as he steers them towards the couch. “Suppose I should’ve just told you. I wanted it to be a surprise.” He unlocks his phone and scrolls until he finds the ad, handing it over to Jon.

His eyes immediately light up, alert and awake. “Cat!”

“Cat,” Martin agrees, settling down beside them. “We were thinking of getting one for the bookstore-”

“Of course,” Jon’s smiling that rare, bright grin and Martin melts just a little. “It’s only logical. And I do like black cats-”

“Damn it!” Gerry groans, startling them both. He throws his phone down on the couch, crossing his arms in a sulk. “Someone just claimed her. I knew I should’ve said something-”

But Jon’s already fishing his phone out, his smile not dimming in the slightest. “There’s a shelter not too far from here- I’ll see if we have to make an appointment. Martin, can you call Georgie? She’s got an excellent carrier for the Admiral, and she can probably recommend other necessities-”

They end up going to bed at midnight anyway.

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“I still don’t see why we had to order so much,” Martin complains after another confirmation email lights up his phone. The credit card bill’s going to be astronomical this month. “Surely we’re overpreparing. We don’t have room for the deluxe cat tower in the shop, and we certainly don’t need one for the flat as well.”

“I assure you these are all necessities, Martin.” Gerry and Martin are both fairly tall, but even they have trouble keeping up with Jon’s brisk pace, sharing a fond look over his head. Jon managed to find them a Saturday appointment with a rather impressive combination of wheedling and charm. When it came to cats, Jon didn’t pull his punches. They made it to the shelter in record time and Jon burst through the doors, his next words full of self-importance. “We’re expected. Jonathan Sims.”

They’re led back to a large room by an amused assistant, Jon at the front of their little line. Martin watches as his eyes light up upon seeing the many cages that lined the wall; even Gerry seems a bit excited, though he tries to hide it by hanging back. Gerry’s never been much of an animal person; he shares Jon’s distaste of loud and jumpy dogs too unpredictable in their behavior. He only just started getting used to the Admiral, and that was through much prodding on Jon’s part. Jon’s love is surprisingly infectious. 

Jon peers into each cage intently, answering every inquisitive noise with a prim “Pleased to meet you.” One of the first cages contains a fluffy brown cat with curious eyes and Martin stops to poke a finger through the door. “Walnut” (as provided by a helpful nameplate) does not respond, though she seems interested. 

Jon’s already halfway down the row before he stops in his tracks, eyes trained on a large, grumpy ball of gray fur sitting right at the bars of the cage. He’s missing an eye, and he begins to growl as soon as Jon nears him.

“This one.” He declares, staring as if entranced. He hasn’t even touched it or attempted to pet it- they’re locked in some sort of silent standoff. Martin’s reminded of those romantic comedies Jon and Gerry hate, where couples lock eyes across the room and it's love at first sight. He surreptitiously takes a picture. Adorable. 

“Jimmy?” The assistant inquires. Jon scoffs at the plainness of the name. “He’s been here awhile. Not very friendly, I’m afraid.”

“No, not Jimmy.” Jon offers up a hand, and the cat comes closer, sniffing at it with suspicion. After a few moments, he butts his head against Jon’s hand, earning a smile. “Lance Corporal.”

“No.”

Jon swivels around, eyes narrowing at Gerry’s words. It’s the first time he’s spoken and he’s got one eyebrow quirked up in amusement. It’s a good look on him. Jon, however, is having none of it and he puts a hand to his hip. “And why not?”

“It’s such a mouthful.” Martin has to agree; it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. “I’m not going to call him that. What about Lance?”

Jon wrinkles his nose. “Ew.”

Martin sighs; Gerry and Jon get along like a house on fire but when they bicker, they bicker. He eyes the cat that’s now rubbing against Jon’s hand and purring; he hopes the its sudden geniality will extend to Martin and Gerry. Jon would pick a cat that’s just as prickly as he can be.

Martin gives it a good look, coming up beside Jon at ‘Jimmy’s’ cage. The cat immediately stops its gravely purr, it’s eye now trained on Martin. It’s unnerving, Martin never thought a cat could radiate authority but this one surely managed to. If any animal deserves a title, it’s this one.  “What about the Captain?” he asks in a fit of inspiration.

They both turn to look at him; Gerry amused, Jon thoughtful. “Go on.”

“It’s a title, you always liked the naval ones.” Jon nods in agreement, the beginnings of a smile on his face. “He looks like an old sailor, very distinguished. I dunno, I think it’s cute.”

“The Captain,” Jon whispers in awe as the cat resumes rubbing against his hand. “Martin, that’s perfect. Inspired, even.”

He can’t help preening a bit. “Thank you.” Gerry rolls his eyes.

And then there’s the moment of truth- the assistant opens the cage door and Jon steps forward with all the solemnity of a man about to be knighted. He reaches out his arms and the cat lets itself be picked up, going limp as Jon brings it to his chest. He sighs in contentment, giving himself one more moment of bliss before he perks up and opens his eyes.

“Now pick yours.”

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Three. They’ve got three fucking cats.

Martin and Gerry immediately began to refuse, but Jon was insistent. “The Captain is obviously very partial to me, and I think you should have some say in who we adopt. If we each get one it eliminates any favoritism. It’s only logical.”

There was nothing logical about it. Three cats and three people in their tiny flat, or worse, destroying their bookstore. They didn’t have the space, the cats might not get along, it would be too expensive. But Jon wouldn’t hear of it, countering every point in a calmness that was borderline unnerving. Martin shot Gerry a pleading look; he’d gone silent after the initial refusal, content to let Martin do most of the arguing, but he just shook his head in amusement- he knew how this would end, and Martin did too. As the final nail in the coffin, Jon deployed the eyes and that’s how he found himself in the front of a taxi with a lapful of Walnut. She’s a friendly thing, instantly purring on contact and meowing whenever he turned away. Martin hadn’t the heart to turn it away.

Gerry took more time. He slunk around the cages and the cats seemed to sense his reluctance. But soon he came upon a small, sleek black cat, not unlike the one from the Facebook post. It was a tentative thing, barely coming to the edge of its cage to sniff at his fingers, but Gerry was determined, patiently waiting the fifteen minutes it took to get him to warm up. Martin didn’t point out the similarities between it and a certain goth, though he shared a knowing look with Jon.

“I’ve got it - the Unfathomable Void.”

“Dear God,” Martin muttered, rolling his eyes. So dramatic, the both of them.

Jon snorted. “That’s a bit much.”

“Okay, Lance Corporal.”

“Excuse me-!”

“Settle down, boys,” Martin put a hand on Jon’s shoulder, he looked liable to pounce. “If that’s what you want, go for it. But we’ll call him Void for short.” Gerry nodded, seemingly satisfied. Jon continued to scowl, though without any heat.

The cabbie was definitely not pleased at having to cart around three men and three cats. He muttered the entire drive while Jon bounced in the backseat, cooing at his companion. Gerry sat much more stoically, though Martin didn’t miss the tiny smile as the cat nipped at his fingers. Jon’s insistence on multiple supplies was starting to make sense now. He definitely planned this from the beginning, sneaky thing.

“Oh no,” Jon suddenly said upon entering their flat, struggling with the carrier in his hand.  Martin’s starting to think he shouldn’t have picked such a massive cat. “I forgot this was for the bookstore!” 

“Well, yeah.” Gerry sat his cage on the ground, kneeling down beside it. “I figured mine or Martin’s would do. The Captain’s not very friendly, Jon.”

“But what if they get lonely? We can’t split them up.” Jon’s eyes dart around the room, growing more conflicted by the second. “Perhaps we should keep them all at home.”

“There’s no room, Jon! And no one’s here during the day.” Martin surveys the room- the three carriers already seem to take up an enormous amount of space, not to mention the living creatures inside of them.  And all of those packages, that damn tower…

“You can take them back and forth. Commute.”

“Christ, we did not think this through.” Gerry’s smiling even as he says it, watching as the Unfathomable Void slowly makes his way out, sniffing tentatively at the air. Walnut’s content to stay in her cage, and Martin tucks her in a corner away from the other two. Jon’s already got the Captain out, holding him in his arms and refusing to let him go.

“You’re right, we didn’t.” Jon agrees, tucking his face in the Captain’s fur. “We should’ve gotten four-”

“Fuck’s sake, Jon!”

“Let’s talk about this later, alright?” Gerry takes Martin’s place as the voice of reason, a rare occurrence. “We’ll keep them at home, let them get used to us, and then we’ll figure out the bookstore situation. No sense getting worked up about it now.” Jon sighs, cradling the mass of fur to his chest and plopping down on the couch. Martin’s sure they’ll be at it again tomorrow; Jon sniping as Martin tries and fails to put together a massive cat tower, Gerry groaning about whatever surprises the cats left for them in the morning. The next few weeks were going to be stressful, to say the least.

For now, though, he sits with his partners once again until midnight, watching their new additions roam about the flat and ignore each other. Jon frets, Gerry sighs, and Martin unsuccessfully attempts to steer the conversation towards anything but cats. By the end of the night, only Void manages to feel at home, curling up in Martin’s favorite armchair (much to his chagrin). Could’ve gone worse, Martin cheers himself with. They’ll get used to the flat. And the bookstore. Probably.

Later that night, once their partner’s asleep and snoring softly between the two of them, Martin turns to Gerry, borrowing Jon’s patented sigh. 

“We’re gonna get a fourth cat, aren’t we?”

Gerry’s voice is just as resigned. “Yeah, reckon so.”

“Christ.”

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Others in the JGM series:

What We’re Given and What We Make

At the End of the Day

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28945809

[babybatscreationsv2]

Marvel | Starkerrings? (Peter/Tony/Wenwu)

Tony needs his meeting with the leader of The Ten Rings to go well so he brings his son, Peter.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings under the cut

AN: I know almost nothing about Chinese culture so please forgive any mistakes, I'm always open to any criticisms Chinese readers might have

Warnings: incest, sim!Tony, mild dehumanization

Peter was still groggy from falling asleep on the plane. He rubbed his eyes as he fell into step behind his father. Tony said The Ten Rings were powerful. This meeting with their leader, Xu Wenwu, was critical to Tony's operation. If The Ten Rings wanted to destroy him, they were the only ones who could. Peter had to admit he was nervous. Wenwu was powerful enough to destroy a thousand men all on his own. His army just made the process quicker, but each one of his men were formidable on their own.

Tony's extremis was powerful. It made him stronger, faster, he aged slower. His men all had a modified extremis. One less potent. It made Tony and Wenwu quite similar in strength, but Peter got the impression that Wenwu made him nervous. He would do anything for his father. Anything that would bring this man into their good graces.

Tony walked ahead of the group. It was a bit like a dance. His men moved before him, but stopped several feet short of the Ten Rings' soldiers. Peter stayed in step behind him as they crossed through the training ground and the men slowly parted to let them through. Each kept a disciplined, neutral, expression on their face. Their eyes were locked on to Tony's men. Peter hoped they were standing tall. They weren't as well trained to impress this way. Surely they knew better than to make Tony look weak.

Tony stopped and Peter stopped behind him and on his left. Xu Wenwu stood in front of them. Peter found himself blushing as he looked at him. At least he was handsome. Very handsome.

"Xu Wenwu," Tony greeted. "I'm honored to make your acquaintance." He bowed and Peter mirrored him.

"Tony Stark," Wenwu said in answer. After a moment he smiled. "If you will join me inside. We have much to discuss."

They shucked off their shoes by the door and entered the building. Peter's eyes traced the swirling body of a dragon carved in stone as they passed.

There was a low table where a tea set waited. They sat on the cushions around the table.

"Your son is strong," Wenwu said. His eyes slipped over Peter's body before returning to Tony.

"I trained him well, taught him everything I know." Tony smiled proudly.

"I did the same for my son. He has left to forge his own path, but he will return to his place someday. He is a bit older than you," he told Peter. His smile was nothing short of fond. "I couldn't be prouder."

Peter concentrated on sipping his tea while the two talked business. His legs started to cramp, but he tried not to fidget. No weakness. He had to be strong for his father. They had agreed, they would do anything for this meeting to go well.

"It's no doubt this alliance would benefit us both," Wenwu finally said.

"Then you agree we should work together?"

Peter shivered as dark eyes landed on him once again. "I think I could be persuaded."

Peter took that as his cue to finally stand. He walked around the table and put his hands on Wenwu's shoulders. He lowered himself down into his lap. His hands came to rest on his waist.

"You're a pretty thing aren't you?"

"Thank you, sir." Peter chewed his lip. He gasped as those hands slid up under his shirt. He pulled Peter in and kissed him. He wasn't used to kissing anyone but his dad and it took him a few tries to figure out what Wenwu liked, but when he did the man held him tight and ravaged his mouth. Peter was receptive, but he kissed back, gently flicking his tongue over Wenwu's. Letting him take what he wanted and showing his appreciation in turn.

His hands slid up his chest and played with his nipples. He traced circles around them and lightly pinched, he flicked his nails over them. Peter gasped and moaned into his mouth. He felt Wenwu smile against his lips.

"Sensitive isn't he?" he said.

"Wait until you see how much he likes sucking cock."

"Is that so?" He stared into Peter's eyes watching him as he pinched and pulled until his eyes watered. It took him a moment, but he realized that Wenwu was testing him. He was waiting for him to take the initiative. He slid his hand down into his lap and pulled down the zipper on his slacks.

"Good boy," he smiled. Peter tried to smile back but he cried out when Wenwu pinched his nipple. The man smirked at him.

Peter moved off his lap to take out his cock. He wasn't hard yet, but Peter would fix that soon. He knelt on the floor and arched his back. He held Wenwu's cock in his hand and ran his tongue over it. Just the taste of it thrilled him. He was already fully hard, but he was well trained to ignore it when he's supposed to be sucking dick.

Tony said no fake noises, Wenwu would know and he wouldn't like it, so Peter kept quiet at first. As his cock thickened and he started to take his length into his mouth he couldn't help himself. He moaned as Wenwu's cock filled his mouth. It was perfect and thick and just long enough to choke on. Peter got so caught up in slurping and gagging that he didn't notice at first that they were talking.

"Your terms sound more than reasonable, Mr. Stark."

"Please, call me Tony. We're partners are we not?"

Wenwu chuckled. "As my business partner, I do hope that you," his hand stroked Peter's hair. "And your son will come to visit often."

"Of course. I'm so pleased to see you and Peter have made fast friends." They both laughed. Wenwu tugged him up by his hair.

Peter blinked his glassy eyes and licked the taste of cock from his lips. He whined at the empty feeling. Wenwu looked at his face, then he looked past him at his father.

"He's got more than one hole, does he not?"

Tony grinned. "The boy loves a good spitroasting. Don't you, Petey?"

Peter swallowed. "Yes, sir."

Tony patted the table and Peter sat up. He carefully set aside the tea set. Then he stood and slowly stripped out of his clothes. He turned in a circle to show off his plug to Wenwu. He was already slick and stretched and ready to use. The man smiled.

"Do you treat all of your business partners this well?"

"You aren't just any man, Wenwu. My son is only worthy of the best."

Wenwu held out his hand and Peter took it. He let himself be pulled across the table hanging upside down. Appreciative hands ran over his skin, following the lines of muscle. He tensed his legs as Wenwu explored his thighs, letting him feeling the firmness of the muscle.

"I man must be skilled not only in combat, but in sexual prowess," Wenwu said. His hands spread apart Peter's legs. He knelt between them. At his head, his father took out his cock and held it in head. He was hard from watching them. "I'm sure a man like your father has trained you to be the best at both." He pressed on the plug in his ass, then he grabbed the base and pulled it out. It tapped against the table as he set it down.

Wenwu pressed the head of his cock against his hole. Slowly he began to sink in. Peter felt every inch of it as it slowly forced him open. His mouth dropped open wide and his father pushed his cock inside. Peter moaned. He laid against the table holding his body strong and firm.

With Tony's cock in his throat he couldn't breathe, but he knew that he wouldn't move until Wenwu did and the man was clearly testing him. How long could he remain obedient? How long until he panicked? If that was what he wanted he would be disappointed, but Peter would gladly pass out before he would let his father down. He was close to it when they both pulled back.

"Beautiful," Wenwu praised. His hand stroked his chest.

"Isn't he?" Tony agreed.

Peter's head was foggy from nearly suffocating. They didn't wait long enough for him to fully recover, but he wasn't complaining. Wenwu was exactly as skilled as he boasted. Peter moaned, delightfully helpless between them as he was fucked from both ends. Wenwu's every thrust was perfectly hard, never too fast. Tony matched him perfectly as if they were dancing or sparring. He wasn't sure what the rules were as far as cumming, but he would refrain for as long as he could. Already he could feel himself dripping onto his belly. He'd never been fucked so good in his life and yes his father was really fucking good, but the two them together was the best.

His need to cum was growing hard to ignore. Especially when he noticed the way Wenwu grunted and growed as he fucked him. His hands dug bruises into his skin. Tony held him by the next while he fucked him and he started to squeeze, the pressure further cutting of his air. His ass squeezed around Wenwu's cock and he heard the man moan. That was all he could take. His finger dug into the table as he tried to hold on, then finally he came making a mess of himself and the table he laid on. Wenwu held his hips and buried himself all the way inside him. He rolled his hips slowly as he came inside of him. Peter swallowed down his father's cock as he came too with Peter's nose pressed against his abdomen. 

He was fucked out and exaughsted but he wouldn't show it now. Not after giving his best performance. He took a long breath and got up from the table. He slipped the plug back inside and dressed before sitting next to his father again. He was sweaty and sore and his skin was buzzing. He must have looked like a whore.

Wenwu looked him over and he smiled. Then he looked at Tony. "What a handsome and talented son you have."

"I agree," Tony smiled at him.

"I hope the two of you will feel welcome on your visits here," he looked at Peter with hunger. "Which I hope will be frequent."

"It would be our pleasure," his father agreed.

[julemmaes]

Nesta comes home from the school run and finds Cassian asleep on the sofa with baby Andra asleep on his chest

So At Peace

Nessian modern au set in the The Seven Of Us universe (masterlist)

acotar next gen fan fiction

A/N: just fluff with some boobies jokes for my girls (Maizie, Sayo, Sim and Cass) cause they could sue me for emotional distress every day but they don’t and I call that friendship:)

Word count: 2,445

Nesta felt like she could close her eyes and never wake up again. Ezra and Cal were playing in the back seats of the car, screaming about fantastic animals and people with bat wings, fighting an evil king over some weird pan, but she wasn't paying that much attention.

It had only been two weeks since she had returned to work after Andra's birth, and although she no longer had any kind of physical pain that she could justify with her pregnancy, every now and then she felt as if her whole body was being crushed under a press, repeatedly, until not a single intact bone remained under her skin. And today had not been a light day.

Her boss had sent her so many manuscripts from authors who had explicitly asked for her, and she hadn't managed to finish a single one, when in normal circumstances - where she could sleep for more than four hours straight - she would have read at least two and started editing one.

But being a full-time mother of five young children and working in a publishing house was too much even for her sometimes.

She sighed with relief when she turned right and saw the house in that familiar light yellow. She couldn't wait to leave her two sons with the neighbour for a few hours and enjoy the evening with her husband and her little girl. She couldn't wait to lie down on the couch and sleep for a few minutes while she fed Andra and let Cassian take care of dinner.

The other two girls were at Gwyn's house, who, with all the recommendations and prodding Nesta had given her, had kicked her out of her house yelling not to come back until eleven the next morning. The new mother had stood motionless for a few seconds, blinking at the door they'd just slammed in her face, and then giggled when she'd heard Azriel ask his daughters and hers what they wanted to do first - whether to put on nail polish or play "assassins".

That game wasn't exactly the mothers' favourite, but whenever the three brothers got together on the weekends, all the families ended up picking up one of the fake guns that fired rubber bullets and it was war. Countless times one of the fathers or uncles had hit one of the children in the eye before Lucien hit Dara and Elain decided that if they wanted to continue playing that game, they would all have to wear goggles.

Now, at her front door, she waited for her sons to reach the one at Drakon's house, and as soon as the man waved at her and her children blew flying kisses as they entered the older couple's home, she flopped against the door, closing her eyes.

She sighed again, bringing a hand to her face.

Nesta was so tired that she was seriously considering breastfeeding Andra and then going straight to bed. Cassian would be more than capable of picking up Ezra and Cal later and putting the youngest to sleep. He didn't need her that night.

She slipped the keys into the lock and taking a deep breath entered the house, finding it strangely quiet. She immediately thought that her husband must have taken Andra out for some air because there was absolutely no way that the two of them were here and not singing or dancing together or playing with one of the billions of toys she was given by friends and family. She slipped off her shoes and jacket, setting her computer and bag down on the cabinet in the doorway and smiled.

Cassian had been so patient lately. Much more than usual.

The labour had been long and painful, the delivery excruciating, and Nesta had never been more scared than when the doctors had pulled Andra out and the baby hadn't cried. But they were all fine now. Both she and their last child were alive and breathing and Nesta couldn't have asked for more.

She walked into the living room dragging her feet on the floor, wanting only to lie down and sleep until she had to breastfeed. She groaned thinking she couldn't even take off her bra or she'd stain another shirt with milk, but stopped as soon as she could see over the couch back, in front of one of the scenes Nesta would never tire of.

Cassian's massive muscular body, sprawled out on the cushions taking up every inch of free space on the couch, was dressed in black sweatpants and a simple white shirt that left her husband's tattoos and thick arms on full view, just as big and wide as the little pink and purple bundle curled up on his chest.

A smile broke out on Nesta's lips as she brought a hand to her throat.

Andra's legs were folded under her and one of Cassian's hands against her tiny bottom held her in place while the other was resting gracefully on her back. Back that rose and fell slowly, in time with the rhythm of her father's breathing.

Cassian's hands covered the girl's body almost entirely and Nesta couldn't help but think how relaxed and protected Andra must be feeling, her face so calm and her features drooping as her eyelids flickered. She knew very well what it felt like to lie on the man's chest while he rubbed your back to put you to sleep. Nesta had had the best dreams on that chest.

They looked so at peace.

She shifted her gaze to Cassian's face and felt a completely different emotion take over, but no less important, no less intense. She walked over to them, crouching down beside the couch and getting down on her knees right in front of them.

His dark lashes grazed the skin on his cheekbones and for the millionth time she felt jealous of how thick and dusky they were. Elegant and beautiful. She laid her head on the armrest, careful not to touch his shoulder, and reached out a hand towards Cassian, moving his hair away from his face and brushing the crinkled skin between his eyebrows. His forehead relaxed and he let out a sigh in his sleep, pushing his head against that touch involuntarily.

Nesta smiled again, admiring the beauty in those features, the line of his nose, the contour of his eyes, that pronounced jawline, until her gaze ended on the full red lips of the man who was sleeping so blissfully that he hadn't even realized someone had entered the house.

Nesta's hand moved lower, cupping his cheek, and she moved her thumb to graze his lower lip. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to feel him close. She wanted to taste him.

His lips twitched, as if acknowledging her touch, but he did not wake. She held her breath, feeling the heat pool in her lower stomach, and withdrew her hand slowly. She couldn't think about those things now.

She was tired and Cassian was exhausted, she could tell by how deeply he was sleeping, and he wasn't going to let their first time since Andra's birth be on a night when neither of them would fully appreciate it.

After what had happened with Celia, after she had been pregnant so soon after Nora, they didn't fancy having another child in the immediate future, and Andra's birth had put a fear into her that she had never felt before with her previous children. That was why Cassian had limited himself to using his hands and mouth, why Nesta had done the same.

She shifted her gaze to Andra and her smile doubled. She reached out her hand towards her, but didn't even have time to brush her face when Cassian sprang to his seat, taking the girl with him and bumping into Nesta's arm. He was on his feet in a second as he clutched Andra, who had burst into tears from her sudden awakening, to his chest. The little girl's piercing scream made them both flinch, but they knew she had only been startled by the sudden movement.

When Cassian lowered his gaze to her, who sat with a furrowed brow and her arm still outstretched in the air, he let go of a breath, closing his eyes and moving his hands to settle Andra against him, "God, Nesta," he sighed, laying a hand on Andra's head and beginning to cradle her, then gave an amused dry chuckle, "you scared me."

Nesta pulled herself up in turn, smiling, "Sorry, not my intention."

"Maybe next time don't stand so close to my face," he laughed, his eyes full of sleep but still glowing. Andra screamed again, squirming in his arms, Cassian grimaced. "I thought you were a robber or something."

Nesta shook her head as she moved closer to the two and he took a step in turn, leaning in when they were close enough. He smiled at her, "Hello, sweetheart," he closed his eyes lowering himself more and leaving a light kiss on her lips. Andra moved so much that Nesta felt the little one's head slam against her chest and they broke away chuckling. "I think she's hungry," then he looked to the wall, squinting to read the time on the big clock there. He opened his eyes wide, "We slept for four hours," then looked at her, mouthing a what the fuck.

Nesta snickered, wrapping her hands around her little girl's delicate, slender torso and feeling a sudden surge of affection when finally Andra's clear, huge eyes - full of tears - looked up at her and the crying suddenly stopped. Nesta pushed her nose against the little one's, "Why hello, beautiful creature."

Andra cooed, bringing her small hands to Nesta's cheeks and slapping her gently. She brought her against her side and looked at Cassian, ready to ask him when and how much she'd eaten last time, but the look on his face stopped the words in her throat.

He was smiling weakly at her, the weariness now much clearer in the features around his eyes, his mouth, but he was smiling as if he had never seen anything more beautiful in the world, "This is my favourite time of the day." he whispered softly, bringing a hand to his daughter's head and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Nesta didn't know if she could still blame the hormones for the strong emotion that hit her, but she knew she didn't want to cry and said the first thing that came to her mind, "Just because I take my bra off and you can see my boobs."

Cassian threw his head back and burst out laughing, startling the little one in her arms, but Nesta smiled at her, giving her kisses on the cheeks as she relaxed again.

"You're right," he breathed and one corner of his mouth curled, "and it's because I don't see them enough."

Nesta snorted through her nose, "What are you talking about?"

"It's true, I don't see them enough. I miss them." he pouted, pushing her back to the couch and heading for the door. He looked over her shoulder, "Shall I fetch your nursing pillow?"

"Yes, thank you." nodded Nesta sitting down with her legs crossed, "And you see them at least twice a day!" she shouted so he could hear her.

"Exactly! Not enough." he shouted back, eliciting a laugh from her.

He adjusted Andra so that she was lying on her lap and began to unbutton her blouse just as Cassian walked back into the living room. He smiled mischievously at her as she lifted Andra up and he adjusted the pillow around her hips.

He sat down next to her and stretched his legs out, putting his feet up on the coffee table as Nesta unhooked the cup of her bra and set aside the breast pad. Andra's head slammed so hard against her breast that Nesta grunted in pain and hissed as the baby began to pull almost fiercely.

"God Cass," she murmured, adjusting Andra's position better so she wouldn't choke, "You starved her." she turned to him with a worried look and furrowed brows.

Cassian looked just as concerned, "She didn't wake up and I didn't think she was hungry." he scratched his head as he turned on the television and turned the volume down to minimum so as not to disturb Andra. She was never going to fall asleep after all those hours of napping, but they could always try and by now it had become a habit to watch TV without volume.

"It's okay," she said, grunting at him when Andra clamped her gums around his nipple, "It's just that she's never been this... aggressive."

He shrugged, "Maybe she's teething?"

Nesta blinked, "When you ask these questions I wonder if you're really the father of four other children or if you've just been pretending to be here for the last ten years," she murmured, "She's three months old, honey, she can't be teething."

Cassian looked at her smiling, put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards him, "Sorry, Miss baby teeth expert." then he looked at Andra and his gaze softened. He sighed and his chest vibrated against Nesta as he chuckled softly.

"What?"

"It's just that she's so beautiful," he whispered.

Nesta couldn't help herself, "Are you talking about my boob?"

Another hearty laugh, then Cassian turned to her again, looking into her eyes and placing a hand on her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb, "You're beautiful too."

"Thank you, you look pretty good too," she murmured to him, shifting her gaze to his lips. Lips that opened in a brilliant smile and closed on hers seconds later.

When they both had to pull away for air, Nesta was panting and Cassian looked more than satisfied to see that her cheeks were flushed. He left a quick kiss on her forehead and then the hand that was on her face slid down and perhaps Cassian didn't realise it, but he brushed her still covered breast with his fingertips and a jolt of excitement went through her entire body.

He placed his hand on hers, which was caressing little Andra's back in circular motions, and stayed there for the rest of the evening, until Nesta's belly began to grumble and he had to get up to cook dinner.

They put Andra to sleep immediately after eating and settled back on the couch, cuddling until sleep claimed them both as Nesta took the place that had been her daughter's until a few hours ago on his chest.

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