#fucking piedmont

[devildarlindumbass]

shoutout Bertrum Piedmont we don't talk about that mf enough I think we SHOULD

[arundolyn]

you ever just remember how good music is

[femme-enby]

Man fuck this stupid shit

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

LISTENING TO BOYFEEL

EEEEEEEEK

yes those are exactly the emotions

[faggotstump]

PATRICK STUMP WAS ON THE BOBBY BONES SHOW IN 2011????

[manorpunk]

A Brief Look at the Major (and Minor) Post-Crisis States of 2069

New Englanders: “We have successfully put aside our petty regional differences to unite against our common enemy: Mainers.”

Tidewater: “the continued existence of anyone who isn’t exactly like us is a never-ending indignity that we all must endure. Also, we’re not responsible for Philadelphia.”

Piedmont: “Yes, there was a race war. Yes, the white side lost. Yes, we live with the constant simmering fear that we’re going to glance over our shoulder and see tanks rolling over the hills for round two. But other than that things are pretty okay.”

Free New York: “Grunst the Rat-King is polling remarkably well among the 18 to 34 sewer-dwelling demographic. Also, we’re not responsible for Philadelphia.”

Great Lakes Republic: “The fact that we’re a large nation with porous borders and a dozen mid-sized cities rather than one really big city means that we’re kind of like America’s Germany, which is an awesome historical comparison with no unfortunate implications. Chicago? No, Chicago is its own thing.”

Chicago: “You must bow before the Lightfoot Daimyo before we will speak with you.”

Philadelphia: “You might be thinking ‘wow, look at this burning, toxic, post-industrial hellscape, the Polycrisis must have really hit this place hard’ but that’s just what Philly’s always looked like baybee! FUCK YOU!”

Front Range: “our desire to recolonize more land is hindered by how that land is, unfortunately, Wyoming.”

Greater Texas: “The oil wells may have dried up, global warming may have ruined our farms and ranches, but at times like this we need to remember what’s really important: Muslims have taken over the goldam moon.”

Philadelphia: *pelts you with batteries*

Cascadia: “maybe we could finally throw off the yoke of Californian oppression if we could go five minutes without puppygirls hacking our government servers.”

California: “Honestly we didn’t even need to join the Usonian Union, we’d be totally fine on our own, we just joined because we felt sorry for Sunny Roosevelt, we figured she ought to have someone who could class the place up and show her - don’t look under that sheet. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it, just - I SAID DON’T”

[yandere--stuck]

AGH. Familial!yandere!Stan

Stanley “Stanford” Pines is far from a good person. He's heavily aware of this, as is most everyone else. He's a liar, a cheat, he's broken innumerable laws and can count on both hands the number of states he's been banned from. Hell, his main source of income comes from con artistry.

He's a hardened man. But, having Mabel and Dipper around... It's making him into a softie, but it's... Nice. Like what he'd imagine having a couple kids would be like, when he was a younger, better man. And now, it's hard to imagine the shack without the sounds of their squabbling or them running around doing who knows what.

He feels that, by now, they're like his kids, too. And sometimes, he allows himself to believe it's true.

But, it's not. He's too old and, hell, he's not even their grandfather. Just a grand uncle.

He doesn't want them to leave. Well, he will. When summer ends and the kids’ time with him is up, he'll send them on a bus to their real home.

But, he can't help but imagine a reality in which he didn't. A reality in which, against all odds, Mabel and Dipper want to stay with their Grunkle Stan forever. A world where they readily toss aside their parents, their friends in Piedmont, their school, everything they'd known, just to stay with him.

A foolish, selfish dream. One that's too unrealistic for Stan to consider for too long. If the kids were to stay, it'd have to be for a good reason. Like, say, their parents for some reason not being able to take care of them.

Ideas like that wash guilt over Stan in waves. Of course he'd imagine something like that. He'd already ruined Stanford's life (killed him, even, depending on what was on the other side of that portal.) Now what? He was going after Shermie's kid, too? Shermie's kid and the kid's wife. Just because he was too selfish to let go.

But… It's not like he wanted them to die or anything! Just, maybe, for both of them to go into simultaneous comas so the kids couldn't leave? A car accident, maybe. Maybe they'd be too injured for the kids to come back. It'd be convenient, really. The kids were already with a family member. They could just stay with him. Stan would enroll them into school for the time they had to stay. They'd get used to it. And if either of the parents’ conditions were to deteriorate…

The kids would be so lost. They'd need him to be there for them. They'd need to turn to him for comfort. And he would. Stan would do anything. He'd be their hero.

Stan actually made a face at his own thoughts. Disgusting. They were family. He couldn't pray for their downfall just because he was selfish. Just because he could already feel the encroaching dread of loneliness.

Maybe he could just lie, lie about what Dipper and Mabel couldn't leave. Like the buses would all be down for the next, say, six years? And his car had broken down. And there were no taxis. And no, they definitely couldn't drive down to pick up their own children because, er… The apocalypse was coming?

Or he could just run away with them. Because they'd definitely want to flee the state or country or continent just because their Grunkle couldn't let go. Maybe, just maybe, he could finally make the Stan O’ War II, with his grand niece and nephew as co-captains.

Now, that was funny. Utterly hilarious to even think about, even imagine.

No, when the summer was over, the kids would go home, and maybe, just maybe, they'd visit again next summer. But Stan couldn't help but indulge himself in imagined ways in which he doesn't have to let go ever again. And no one ever leaves him. And he is loved and he's important and he's not a fuck up.

That probably makes him a bad person. He certainly feels like one. But, then again, he always has.

[archivedblog16]

As a history major, I weep at the historical inaccuracies of Hazbin Hotel. If we do math, Pentious would've been born in 1848. Which was when Europe's shit was being rocked. No, literally, pretty much the vast majority of European states were rebelling due to draconic laws, food shortages, and the lack of jobs, and not being represented in politics. Pentious died in 1888. That means Pentious was around long enough to live through the Crimean War, France and Piedmont-Sardinia (basically Italy before they were formed as The Kingdom of Italy in 1861.)

Like Pentious lived through a whole ass nation forming and so many wars during his life. Also, why tf did Spindlehorse put Pentious in a French military outfit instead of a British one? That makes no damn sense because during the Franco-Prussian War (which has to be the war, if you look at his outfit), England remained neutral for that entire conflict. I saw some people say "Pentious fought on the French side of the war" that makes no fucking sense. Also, if I get anything wrong, people are 1,000% encouraged to correct me. (Also, yes, Ik the British fought in the Seven Years' War with Prussia (German) in 1756-1763 but his military outfit does not line up with that.)

Also does that imply that Pentious was a high ranking military guy then? If so, then what is his rank?

Then you’re going to have a heart attack when the rest of the sinners’ backstories unfold, Anon. 😭

[cracklinhaze]

what's your favorite post-canon myster twins headcanon

no idea who the myster twins are (😉) but the MYSTERY twins hell fucking yeah dude. i'm somewhat familiar i guess. whatever.

it's not gonna surprise any of my moots or anyone who reads my stuff, but codependent!twins is my favorite.

the unspoken understanding when one of them wakes up in the middle of the night. the time it takes for them to get comfortable letting the other one go anywhere by themselves (the last time they did that, the world ended. never again. they'll just always go everywhere together forever. that's healthy, right?).

being homesick for gravity falls while they're back in piedmont.

not recognizing themselves in the mirror or photos from prior to the summer. deciding that maybe they like the new versions better, even if they have fondness and affection for the old ones.

reaching for wrists and sweater sleeves.

jokes no one else understands.

more mystery hunts.

scars you can see. scars you can't.

a newfound confidence in themselves because, despite everything, they survived, triangles be damned.

mabel carries her grappling hook in her backpack and doodles on her wrists. she picks at her scabs until they bleed. she cuts her hair shorter and smiles wider through gritted teeth. hopeful at all costs. when she laughs, it's loud. when she cries, it's all at once and messy and gross. not cute, she tells dipper. distinctly not cute.

dipper has fear. so much fear. all the time. locks arms with mabel. locks pinkies with mabel. feels safer with mabel. he comes home stronger, too, though—physically and otherwise. he spent three days alone in the apocalypse. he saved his sister. he won't let anything bad happen to her ever again. he's stubborn and determined and pushes the fear down and steps on it and punches it. he will go forward.

the adults in piedmont don't love this codependency. they're concerned for them, maybe rightfully so.

but then again, it doesn't really matter what anyone else thinks anymore, does it?

[starsfic]

The Drive Back to Gravity Falls

Summary: In an AU where Dipper decides to stay with Ford, Mabel’s parents aren’t happy when their daughter turns up sans brother, especially when they learn who he’s with.

When she boarded the bus, Mabel had thought she was doing the best thing for Dipper.

He had always wanted to work with something paranormal, crazy conspiracy, what have you. Gravity Falls was the door to reveal that it was all real, that it wasn’t just the production of some crazy weirdos. Even better, there was someone researching it, and it was their great-uncle. The instant she heard that offer being made over the radio, she wanted to kick and scream and cry, because Dipper agreeing meant that she would grow up alone. After all she learned about growing up, that terrified her.

But then she thought. About the bullies back home, the cruelty of children, how dull Piedmont was, about tense silences and snapped words.

She had asked so much of him during this summer. Letting him go was the best.

So Mabel had taken a deep breath at the station, hugged her grunkles, her friends, and saved Dipper for last. “It’s not going to be forever,” he had said, patting her on the back as she squeezed him tight. “You’ll be here next summer.”

“I…I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna miss you, you goober,” she had said, pulling away to try and smile. When she looked back, Stan was looking away and Ford looked strangely…upset. They had both been smiling, but Ford’s eyes were strangely glassy.

Then she had boarded the bus, Waddles in tow, and set off home.

The bus ride between Gravity Falls and Piedmont was about ten hours.

It was around hour six that Mabel realized that her parents would not take Dipper being gone well.

“Oh, fuck,” she hissed out, suddenly very glad that the bus was empty and nobody would scold her for swearing. On the ride up, she had spent a few hours making conversation with the other people. The empty bus had been making her think of Gravity Falls, of Dipper, and now she was definitely thinking about it. She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands and trying not to panic. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, they’re not gonna take this well.”

Dipper liked to think that Mabel was unaware of the crumbling of their parents’ relationship. She wasn’t. She wanted him to not worry, that was all. She maybe focused on relationships because she wanted to try and fix it, or maybe find something that was better than theirs.

“This is definitely not gonna help,” Mabel said, turning her gaze to Waddles. He snorted back. “Do you think you could draw on mushroom brain and figure out something to say that won’t make them freak out?”

Waddles snorted and curled up, closing his eyes to take a nap.

“...I’m so dead.”

The next four or so hours passed quickly with the realization. 

Mabel briefly considered faking amnesia or gouging one of her eyes out with a knitting needle. If they were so distracted by taking her to the hospital, they wouldn’t notice Dipper being gone, right? She dismissed that with the facts that at least one of them would notice, that hospital visits didn’t take that long (mostly), and the bus company or Grunkle Stan would get in trouble.

Maybe hypnosis? No, no, she loved her parents and Dipper too much to try that.

She ended up yanking out a piece of paper and her art supplies to make a card.

All too soon, however, her doom rolled up. The bus station appeared. At the very front, smiling like they were in a perfectly happy relationship, were her parents.

Mabel swallowed back the spike of hope- did the summer work? Were they back together?- and stepped off the bus.

“May May!” Her mother was there first, scooping her into a hug and pressing a kiss to her temple. She wore the soft rose perfume that Mabel loved, the scent tickling her nose and smelling rotten in the wake of the horror of the shitstorm Mabel was about to bring. “Oh, I missed you and Mason and-”

Waddles snorted.

“And the pig!” There was a pause. “Mabel, why do you have a pig?”

“More importantly-” her dad said, looking around. There it was. “Where’s Mason?”

“Uh…” Mabel pushed away from her mom to grab Waddles. It was both to show his cute face and to prevent the rise of nerves. Nope, she was Mabel. She was cool, classy, the best! “His name is Waddles. I got him by guessing his weight after he said my name.”

Her parents shared a look. “That’s great, sweetie,” her mom said as her dad knelt to pet Waddles. “But that doesn’t explain where your brother is.”

Right, okay. She made a card, it would explain everything-

“GrunkleStanhadaportalinthebasementandturnedouthehadasecrettwinbrotherwho wroteabunchofjournalsaboutGravityFallsandGrunkleFordaskedDippertostayandbehisapprentice-!”

She should have just stuck with the card.

Her parents stared. Her mom’s eyes were wide. Her dad took a deep breath, raising his hands to his lips. He breathed out slowly. Mabel waited, tense.

“He actually got the portal to work?”

…wait. Wait.

“You know about Grunkle Ford?”

Her dad groaned, turning away. “Let’s go,” he said, heading down the street. “School starts in two weeks, and we need to get you guys signed up.”

“Wait, we’re just- We’re just going?!” Mabel sputtered, her mind racing a mile a minute as she scrambled after him. The sky was lightening with sunrise- it would take all day to drive to Oregon and back.

“Mark, Mabel just got here! We need to get her to shower and pajamas, at least!” Her mom protested, noticeably not about leaving to drive ten hours back to Oregon. “She hasn’t eaten anything-”

Her dad pulled out his keys and their car beeped, looking almost futuristic compared to the beat-up Stanleymobile she had been riding all summer. “Look, we’ll pick up food at In-N-Out on our way there, and Mabel has pajamas in her bag.”

Her mom sighed, opening the passenger door. “Fine.” She didn’t even say anything about In-N-Out not being a healthy breakfast.

Mabel slid into the backseat. “You know about Grunkle Ford?” she said, her anxiety ebbing to be replaced by confusion. “How…why?”

“It’s a long story, but basically he’s an asshole-”

“LANGUAGE!”

“Who cut off contact with everyone until Stan took his identity and told us after Grandpa Filbrick died.” Her dad looked angrily determined, pressing his foot on the gas and sending the car screeching out of the parking lot. “I mean, I don’t blame him for waiting, Filbrick was not the best person-”

“Let’s not go down that road.”

“Oh, yeah, because not talking about things makes it better-”

Her mom turned. “Sweetheart,” she said, pulling out her phone and passing it over. “Get your headphones on and listen to some music, okay?”

…they should have just called.

[ckret2]

The Shermie thing feels more convoluted than just having him be a teen parent tbh

haha yeah it sure does. :) it's convoluted as fuck.

... i was gonna leave it at that but I just couldn't.

however, "the teen parent child of a teen parent with very poor & very strict parents is making the kind of money to afford a 2 story house in Piedmont Fucking California" is pretty damn improbable.

Dipper & Mabel give off "comfortably middle class" vibes; not "shocked and relieved to find themselves unexpectedly middle class" vibes. they reached their social class somehow.

they don't give off the vibes of children whose mother may have been knocked up in eighth grade. They don't feel like they were learning to walk and talk while their parents were still minors and their grandfather was not yet 30. They don't feel like they grew up in a household that had the strain of finding a way to make enough money and get a proper education and get a job that can support a family of 4 before even graduating high school.

If Mabel were the product of two generations of teen parents, I feel like the family around her would be a LOT more alarmed at how eager she is to get a boyfriend the minute she hits puberty. If their parents were 15 when Dipper & Mabel were born, Mabel's potentially less than a year and a half away from the age her mom was when she got pregnant with twins. Do you not think that would be reflected in how her brother & uncle view her crushes and how they talk to her about it.

Dipper's crush on Wendy would be more worrying. Never mind a whole road trip around being taught the art of picking up as many chicks as possible as fast as possible.

Even as loose a caretaker as Stan is, for their own sakes he'd be a lot more concerned about budding crushes if his baby brother & niece/nephew had suffered the consequences of starting families in ninth fucking grade.

Mabel's dad got the t-shirt she currently sleeps in at a conference he went to because of his computer job in the 90s. So, the computer job he had when he was, what, 14??

'Teen parents' was never part of the show's authorial intent and it FEELS it.

I can and will accept a whole lot of silly bullshit out of a cartoon's magic, especially the Silly Bullshit Magic Cartoon. I'm not gonna accept something that makes the characters' behaviors and personalities ring hollow.

in conclusion: I don't give a shit how convoluted a silly magical aging explanation invented solely as an excuse to dismiss the "how old is Shermie" problem is. The explanation exists for two reasons:

to communicate that no we're not going to invent a never-seen mystery elder brother, yes the baby is Shermie, and no we're not going to shove in a double teen pregnancy plotline that wreaks havoc with the intended vibe the family gives off.

to clown around a little with the absurdity, because the writers' not paying attention to the timeline created a situation where there is no non-absurd solution.

[vasito-de-leche]

;R1999 PAVIA - "sleeping dogs"

Pavia x Reader. 2k words. fluff Pavia's eye bags keep getting bigger and bigger, so you take matters into your own hands and force him to take a nap with you.

starting the sleepytime saga about blorbos getting some good fucking rest and writing a oneshot about it everytime i get sleepy because the world could do with better naps and more zzz's

this was all self-indulgent fluffy mess to make up for the constant FMN bullying in other posts

"You'll get sleepy in no time, trust me on this."

"Like hell I will," despite his protests, Pavia dutifully follows after you. Once you two reach the edge of the bed, he makes a show out of kicking off his shoes while pouting the whole time, if only to continue rebelling against you and your ideas. "What am I? A kid?"

"You're a grown ass man, Pavia - so act like it."

That gets a snicker out of him, and he instantly seethes about it - he's meant to be mad at you for suggesting something stupid. What follows is a long groan and a roll of the eyes, but he knows you're pretending not to hear him as you climb into the mess of pillows and blankets that he calls a bed. As usual, his room is a damn mess.

"It's just a nap, it won't kill you. Promise!"

It only takes a moment for you to get comfortable, rambling about the "golden hour" for naps - according to you, it was good to leave the curtains partially drawn to allow a small amount of sunlight into the room.

You're so convinced of this that Pavia can't bring himself to remind you: he doesn't need any type of light to see, his eyes having long adjusted to being shrouded in darkness. Instead, he lets you ramble as he makes his way to close the door.

Before he can do so, however, a few dark figures stumble and slide inside, all of them a little more eager and curious at the prospect of napping than their master.

Andrea sniffs around you while Tonika and Leon claim their spots under the bed, their snouts and goofy smiles partially visible. Peter makes an attempt to hop onto the mattress, but slips off and settles for laying down at his master's feet.

Pavia, of course, glares at them as if betrayed. The only one who stands by his side is Maleficent, imitating his expression to the best of her ability.

"Are you seeing this shit, Maleficent? Traitors, all of 'em."

The wolf in question huffs in agreement, and Pavia reluctantly sits down next to you, waiting for your permission.

It's only once you pat the empty space next to you - his spot, for him and the pack only - that Pavia plops down. Unlike you, he rests over the blankets and casually clasps his hands over his stomach, idly looking at the ceiling. With his schedule being all over the place and his unusual reservations, sleep is something Pavia does out of immediate necessity. Only allowing himself to sleep for a handful of hours when his body is at the brink of collapse, and so he finds himself wondering what to do now that you're forcing him to sleep recreationally.

Even so, his body language is relaxed and comfortable, that casual and lazy air he only has whenever he's around you. This is his home, after all.

Pavia doesn't think about the basement in Piedmont, but he sure holds his breath on instinct for a second. It's an old, nasty habit - the aftermath of all of his constant screaming and begging, as there was nothing else to do but sit and wait for someone to let him out. In the stillness of the room, he can hear everything: your breathing and his own, faint voices outside in the wilderness, someone passing by in the hallway - it's that kid with the balloons, judging by sound of her skipping around. The darkness cannot hurt him, not when he's reclaimed power over it, not when he's with you and the pack.

Something shifts in his peripheral. It's you, propped on your elbows and leaning over him.

"Don't tell me you're going to sleep with your glasses on." You don't wait for an answer and reach out to gently take them off, placing them neatly on the nightstand. For some reason, Pavia feels a little naked without them. "There, much better! Is that how you wanna sleep, then?"

Your question gives him pause, and he immediately defaults to his usual antics. "Now you're gonna tell me how to lay down? What's this, some dumb pop quiz I didn't prepare for? Next thing, you'll be telling me how to snore properly."

"Alright, fine, damn! But it's sooo cozy and toasty under the blankets." To prove your point, you slide down and sink deeper into the mattress, humming with that content expression. The blankets cover half of your face, and your big, dumb, bright eyes look up at him with mischief and amusement. "You're missing out."

"And you're going to start hogging the blankets the second you fall asleep, so what's the point?"

This isn't the first and it won't be the last time you two sleep together in the same bed, he knows your sleeping habits like the back of his hand by now. Pavia makes sure to pay attention to each and every little detail when it comes to you, after all.

"Oh my god, Pavia - just get in. It's easier this way." Pavia does as told, only because you're the one asking so nicely, and he lays on his side to face you. "Perfect, now come here."

"You're awfully bossy today, did you notice?"

He leans in once your hands reach out to cradle his face, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs and coaxing him, ever so slowly, into resting his head on the space between your shoulder and your neck. There is no resistance from Pavia's part, the way his body melts with yours is automatic - like old pieces of a well-loved puzzle that simply click together time and time again.

Pavia's arms wrap around your torso and he brings you even closer, impossibly so, as if wanting to merge with you. The content sigh gives him away, and he wishes he could see your expression once he smiles into your skin. You were right, it is much better this way. There's no way Pavia could ever get tired of touching you like this.

"Getting sleepy?"

"Not yet," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, wondering whether to leave kisses or start biting you. He settles for the latter, a way to get back at you - it's a gentle nip that catches you off-guard, if that small gasp of protest is anything to go by. "If you want me to fall asleep, you're doing a really shitty job."

For a moment, he thinks you're mad at him when no answer comes, usually you'd pinch his back or bite him back. Instead, he feels your fingers softly carding through his hair, your nails on his scalp, moving in slow sweeping motions. Okay, maybe he spoke a little too soon. Being surrounded by you felt like heaven.

Pavia shifts, now burying his face in your chest. Like this, he can hear your heartbeat loud and clear, and he closes his eyes to take in the sound, committing it to memory.

While he's far from falling asleep any time soon, the weight and stress of the daily routine has certainly left his shoulders. Everything about you is soft and welcoming, and he has to restrain himself from biting you again once he feels you lean in, just to kiss the top of his head.

Fuck it, he bites the nearest spot, unable to contain his affection for you. The way he shows love might be unorthodox, but what matters to Pavia is that you understand the thought behind each action and word - he loves with an open mouth, greedy and full of love. A big bad wolf, one hair away from eating you up. And even then, he never bites hard enough to leave any marks nor to hurt you, not unless you ask him to.

Your laugh resonates in your throat and he keeps you from squirming away just to feel it vibrate in your neck.

Between this and your heartbeat, he doesn't know which one to pick as his favorite sound. The way you say his name behind closed doors, so softly and so gently just for him to hear, is definitely up there with the others in his personal ranking.

"Stop biting and start sleeping, idiot." There's a happy tone in your voice, one that urges him to continue bothering you.

"Easier said than done, stupid."

Taking your free hand, the one that tried so rudely to push him away in protest, Pavia presses his lips against your knuckles, one by one. You seem to like that, as hinted by the way your legs tangle up with his, locking him in place.

"I swear I'm doing my best here to get you to stop moving. Try counting sheep? Or wolves, I guess. Speaking of..."

You make an attempt to look for the pack, only for Pavia to pull you back down. He doesn't need to count the wolves, he knows exactly where they are - nestled together under the bed, laying down in the middle of the room with their soft, fluffy bellies on display, so drowsy and happy to exist in the same time and space as you. It's no mystery that each and every wolf is an extension of himself, a shameless display of his own thoughts and feelings, and even though this is something you're fully aware of, Pavia would rather save himself the embarrassment of admitting any of this.

"Now you're the one moving around, interrupting my precious sleep. What do you have to say for yourself?" He teases, hoping you'll indulge him and keep bantering back and forth - but you press a gentle kiss to his forehead instead.

"My bad..." Pavia knows you're not gonna last any longer the moment a yawn interrupts your words, and he's right - you don't speak anymore after this.

Your grip on him loosens gradually. First, it's the hand that kept playing with his hair, now gently petting him until it slowly comes to rest on the back of his neck. It's warm, so very warm. Next is your breathing, slow and steady, along with the rise and fall of your chest. Pavia nuzzles into it, feeling himself breathe in perfect harmony with you. And finally, your legs - he feels you kicking around, curling up and clumsily drawing the blankets towards you until his legs are exposed to the cold.

There it is, he thinks to himself, smitten and endeared by your sleepy crimes. It doesn't matter though, soon enough the whole pack comes climbing into the bed, forming a soft, black mass at the edge and near your feet. All of them unable to stay away from you, just like him.

Silence settles in and the world grows loud once again.

The soft panting from the pack, the voices outside, the constant stream of steps and life all over the house. Someone is in the kitchen, there's the telltale sound of glass against wood. Somewhere else, a door closes and another creaks open.

Pavia knows that you would never dare to ask the reason behind his awful sleep habits, and there's no way he could ever explain the totality of it- yet here you are, trying to help him nonetheless. It's annoying to have you constantly point out the bags under his eyes, but he respects you for it, for having the nerve to call him out and set him straight when needed. Part of him revels in the undivided attention and scrutiny, to have you all to himself whenever you scold him, examining his tired eyes.

He wonders if you know the power you hold over him, how impossible it is for him to tear his eyes from you. Even now as you sleep, Pavia feels himself slowly forget about the outside world in favour of your soft murmurs, those dumb little sounds you make that he can't get enough of.

You're doing so much for him, perhaps it's about time for him to meet you halfway. From his spot, he looks up at you one last time - he wants this view to be the last thing he sees before he drifts into a dreamless sleep.

"Night, vita mia. Don't let the bed wolves bite."

[morgana-larkin]

Alright after a long time, I managed to finish the next chapter of ‘Worth It’! It’s full of fluff, smut and Schemmenti siblings teasing Melissa. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: So after the next chapter (chapter 13) I will be doing a small time jump to Christmas! 🎄

Italian translations:

È meglio che gli piaccia cazzo - They better fucking like it

Stracotto di fassona piemontese - Piedmont braised beef

Idiota - idiot

Papera - duck

Worth It - Part 12

Warnings: Smut, sexual descriptions and sexual teasing

Words: 10.4K

“Come on get up Eva, it’s Thanksgiving weekend.” Melissa says as she nudges you awake.

“Can’t we just have 5 more minutes of cuddles?” You ask her and she smiles at you.

“Ok 5 more minutes then I’m dragging you out of bed if you don’t get up.” She says and you nod before humming when she spoons you. “Mia Amore.” She says with a hum. “It’s been 5 minutes.” She tells you and you groan. “Get up Amore, we only have 6 hours until we have to be there.”

“Why are you in such a hurry?” You ask her as you turn to face her.

“Because we have to go grocery shopping and then make something to bring, I have to make at least three batches of it.” She says as she’s sitting on her knees, looking at you.

“Three batches of what?”

“Pasta ‘Ncasciata.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “It’s a Sicilian pasta.” She explains and you rub at your eyes.

“Fine, but I want to shower with you later.” You tell her as you get up and she smiles at you.

“When do I not?” She replies with as you both put your robes on and head downstairs for breakfast.

“So the party starts at 3 right?”

“Technically 5 but everyone always shows up earlier to help get things ready and to catch up with everyone.” She tells you as she puts bacon on a frying pan. “Do you mind getting the eggs ready? I want to make scrambled eggs.” She tells you and you nod and then grab 4 eggs from the fridge. You crack them all perfectly in a bowl before stirring them up. You then add milk in it and get cheese ready for her to add. You place the bowl and the cheese beside her and she places a kiss on your cheek.

“Do you think we have time to spare?” You ask her as you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulder.

“Time for what?” She asks and you slowly bring your hands to the tie of her robe and she looks down. “How about we have breakfast first and then we can.” She says and you nod and pull your hands away from her robe tie.

After breakfast she stays true to her word. When you finish eating you put your dishes in the sink and she brings you upstairs to bed. She unties your robe and takes it off before she begins to take your pjs off. You can tell she’s quicker this time, wanting to have time to make everything and also give you the pleasure that you need and deserve right now.

“I’ll be slower tonight, give you a real thanksgiving night when we get back.” She says and you nod. She kisses you slowly at first but not long after does the rough and needy kisses come.

Melissa thinks about how she wants to do this. She was only going to give you pleasure but she can honestly use an orgasm before introducing you to her entire family as her girlfriend. It’s not that she was scared of how her family might react, but it’s more the thought that she was closeted for so long and now she’s out and free to be herself, and that still scared her. She reaches for her nightstand and grabs the dildo from the drawer and you look at her with a smile.

“You really are wanting it to be quick if you want to finish at the same time as me.” You tell her and she winks at you. You watch her take her clothes off and then put it on and then you look at her face with a smile as she looks beautiful in the morning before she puts any makeup on.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asks you shyly.

“Because I think you look stunning right now.” You tell her honestly and she lets out a chuckle.

“I haven’t put any makeup on yet.” She tells you and crawls over you.

“You look better before you put it on.” You say softly and run your hands through her hair.

“Sweet talker.” She says and kisses you. She brings both of her hands to your nipples and plays with them before slowly inserting the dildo in your entrance. You gasp at the feeling of getting filled up and Melissa grabs your hands, knowing you need to feel her more. She bottoms out inside of you and starts moving in and out of you a couple seconds later.

You get overwhelmed with the feeling of love and wrap your legs around her back before pulling her down to you.

“Ooo! Mia Amore, what are you doing?” She asks you as she was surprised by your actions.

“I want to feel more of you, I need to feel more of you.” You tell her. She gives you a kiss on the lips and continues going in and out of you. The dildo is rubbing Melissa’s clit at just the right angle and she’s getting close, so she moves her hand down and starts rubbing yours. Your breathing quickens and you start squirming in seconds under her. “Mommy.” Slips out of you and Melissa immediately comes at hearing that and you follow a few seconds after.

“Haven’t used the mommy kink in a little bit.” She tells you as you both get your breathing under control.

“It slipped out without me realizing it but it has been awhile.” You tell her and she smiles. “Melissa?” You ask her and she looks at you. “Will your family like me?” You ask her.

“I think they will, you just need to be your adorable little self.” She tells you and boops your nose.

“Last time I saw them I was just your friend.” You say.

“And they liked you. And believe me, that’s no small accomplishment. It’s a good thing you didn’t meet them on Christmas as they’re critics about everything during the holidays.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “They took me out of circulation for hosting Christmas dinner when I got divorced. And they’ve been bugging me to meet someone since.” She explains to you.

“Is that common in Italian families?” You ask her and she nods.

“Maybe I’ll get thrown back into circulation now that I have a girlfriend.” She tells you and you smile. “By the way I would avoid my uncle Archie, he’s a bit racist and homophobic.” She tells you and you nod.

*An hour later*

“Will you relax?” You tell her and she glares at you. You’re both in the grocery store, shopping for the ingredients that she’ll need to make the pasta.

“No Eva I cannot relax until everything is ready and good to go.” She says and brushes by you to get an ingredient. You then sigh loudly and she glares at you again as she puts the item in the cart. “Sigh again and I’ll give you something to sigh about.” She tells you and walks away, you follow after her with the cart.

“You already did give me something to sigh about.” You mumble and she turns around.

“Did you say something?” She asks and you smile and shake your head.

“Nope, nothing at all.”

“Hmm.” She hums and then goes back to shopping.

“So the main ingredient is eggplant?” You ask her as soon as you’re both back home.

“Yep, and there’s also tomatoes and like any good Italian dish, a good amount of cheese.” She says with a smile as she gets everything set up. “Do you mind cutting up all the eggplants while I cook the meat?” She asks you as you nod then get to work.

*3 hours later*

“Ok and that’s the last batch done.” She says as she gets the third batch out of the oven. “È meglio che gli piaccia cazzo.” She mumbles and you give her a weird look.

“Alright let’s have a shower and get ready.” You tell her and she walks upstairs with you.

In the shower she pins you against the wall and gives you an orgasm.

“That shower took longer than I expected.” You say as you brush your teeth.

“Are you complaining?” She asks you and you shake your head and smile. “Here, let me brush your hair.” She tells you as you finish brushing your teeth. You watch her as she starts brushing your hair the way she’s seen you do many times before and you feel love in your stomach at that.

You then get dressed as you slip on a burnt orange shirt and a black skirt with tights and your heeled boots. Melissa looks at you in your outfit as she slips on her leather pants and leather jacket and she walks over to you and hugs you from behind.

“You look gorgeous.” She says and you smile softly at her. “Alright let’s do our makeup and then leave.” She says and you nod.

“Melissa, how nice to see you again.” Annette says and then sees you. “Eva you came back willingly?” She asks surprised and you let out a chuckle and nod. She lets you both in and then you see the amount of people in the house.

“Wow, a lot more people than there was 2 months ago.” You tell Melissa and she nods. Melissa then hands Annette all the food she brought before going back to your side.

“Alright let me introduce you to everyone.” She tells you as she grabs your hand. “Well all my siblings are in one area, good.” She says as she reaches the couch where a group of people are.

“Eva! You’re here.” Kristen Marie says and gets up to hug you.

“Alright get off of her Papera.” Melissa tells her sister and shoves her off of you.

“You know I became friends with her first.” Kristen Marie says.

“What’s your point?”

“You can’t hog her all to yourself.”

“Yes I can.”

You watch the match between the two sisters and then you break it up.

“So Melissa, you said you’d introduce me.” You tell her and she smiles at you before giving introductions.

“Yep, so I’ll introduce my siblings first. So you already know the papera and Seamus.” She says and you nod. “Then those are the twins there, brother Tony and sister Toni, they each have one child and both with a man.” She says and you see they’re both a dark ginger. “Then that’s Marie, she has one child. Over there there’s Marie Camille, she has 2 kids and that’s her husband beside her, Agnolo. But don’t be fooled by the name, no one in this family is an angel.” She teases and you giggle. “That’s John Anthony on the other side of her, he has 5 kids and he’s been divorced and remarried.” She tells you and you nod. “Then over there is Maria Christina and her fiancé Rocco.” She introduces you to all of them and you wave.

“Nice to meet you all.” You tell them and they all nod and wave back to you. “You have a lot of siblings.” You whisper to her and she smiles at that.

“It’s the Italian way.” She tells you. “By the way, where is all the other partners? Did they grow a brain and run away?” She asks them.

“No, they’re mingling with the rest of the family or with the kids in the basement.” John Anthony tells her.

“Oh, don’t go in the basement, there’s about 30 kids there.” She warns you and you nod. “Oh that’s uncle Archie.” She says to you and points.

“Yes, and avoid him.” Kristen Marie tells you. “He doesn’t like gay people.”

“That’s why I avoid him.” Brother Tony says.

“YoI’ve also been in prison for 4 years, so you haven’t seen him in that long.” Toni tells him and he rolls his eyes.

“That’s beside the point, sis.” He says.

“So you’re friends with Melissa and Kristen Marie?” Marie asks you and you nod.

“Actually she’s best friends with Kristen Marie and she’s my girlfriend.” Melissa tells them and they all gasp.

“Melissa, when did you come out?” Marie Camille asks.

“Not long ago, about 2 months ago.” She says. All of a sudden the twins and Maria Christina come up to you.

“Come sit and we can tell you every embarrassing story about Melissa.” Maria Christina says as she leads you to the couch and Melissa rolls her eyes at some of her youngest siblings. When they’re in the middle of a story, Teresa comes up to the group with a smile.

“Well isn’t it all my bambini together.” She says and they all turn to her.

“Hi Ma!” All her kids tell her at once.

“Eva, how lovely to see you again.” She says and you smile at her.

“Hello Teresa.” You tell her.

“We’re just telling her embarrassing stories about Melissa.” Toni says.

“And why would you humiliate your sister like that?”

“Cause they want to torment me by telling my girlfriend embarrassing things.” Melissa tells her mom and Teresa covers her mouth.

“You two are together?” She asks and Melissa nods. “Well good for you Melissa. I knew I saw a spark when you brought her to the gathering a couple months ago.” Teresa says. “Too bad the rest of them couldn’t make it.” Teresa says to her kids.

“Ma! We were busy!” Marie Camille says.

“Only Tony gets a pass as he was locked up.” Teresa says.

“Ha!” Tony exclaims happily.

“I wouldn’t get too excited bout being locked up, idiota.” Toni says.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t get a pass.” Tony tells her.

“Hey! Isn’t it the devil’s children and Seamus.” Vinny says as he comes over.

“Nice to see you, Vinny.” Marie Camille says.

“Oh Eva, nice to see you met all of Mel’s siblings.” Annette says as she comes over as well. “Speaking of siblings, Eva, both of your brothers are here.” She tells you and you nod.

“Thanks.”

“You got brothers? Are they single?” Tony asks you.

“One of them is, the other is married to a man and has a daughter, who’s actually in Melissa’s class.” You tell them all.

“What’s her name?” Toni asks excitedly.

“Annabella but she goes by Anna.” You tell them and then your siblings come into view and you get up.

“AUNTIE EVA!” You hear and then Anna comes running to you and you bend down to hug her. “Ms, Schemmenti!” She says and then hugs Melissa.

“Anna, I’ve told you to call me Melissa outside of school.” Melissa tells her when she pulls away from the hug. “Hey Anna, you actually have a choice of what to do. You can either hang out with the adults with boring conversations or you can join all the kids in the basement.” Melissa tells her and Anna looks at her dads.

“Your choice kiddo.” John tells her.

“Just a warning that there’s about 30 kids in the basement.” You tell Anna and Carl whistles.

“That’s a lot of kids.” Carl says.

“Oh I think there’s about 50 now that more people have arrived.” Annette says.

“I think I’ll go play with the other kids.” Anna says and then she runs to the basement.

“Everyone, this is John and Carl, Eva’s brothers. And this is George, John’s husband.” Melissa says. “And this is Kristen Marie, the twins, sister Toni and brother Tony, Maria Christina. Then over there is Marie, Marie Camille, John Anthony and Seamus.” Melissa introduces them. “And over here is two of my cousins, Annette and Vinny. And then, this is my mom Teresa.” Melissa adds on. Then Tony comes over to Carl.

“Well hello, I’m Tony, the better twin.” He says and extends a hand for Carl to shake.

“Hi.” Carl says and shakes his hand.

“Tony, you have a boyfriend.” John Anthony reminds him.

“Open relationship.” He says and then winks at Carl to which Carl blushes and smiles.

“Also, I should probably tell you to avoid my uncle Archie, who’s right over there.” Melissa tells your brothers and points. “He’s homophobic.”

“Gotcha!” Carl says and John and George nod.

“Are there any drinks?” Carl asks and Annette nods.

“Yep, if you guys want to follow me and I’ll show you where the drinks are.” She tells them.

“I’ll go as well, I need something to drink.” You say.

“Same.” Melissa says and then you all follow Annette.

On the way back from getting drinks you get introduced to a few of Melissa’s cousins who you’ve never met, and also a few people say hi to you that remember you from the gathering, and you pretend you remember them.

“You don’t remember who any of them were, did you?” Melissa asks you and you shake your head.

“Don’t remember a single one, your family is big. I can’t remember everyone after just one visit.” You tell her and she wraps her arm around your shoulders.

“Fair enough, how about just start remembering my immediate family. So my siblings, their partners and kids, as well as my mom, Vinny and Annette.” She tells you and you nod.

“That’s a lot easier.”

“Then after that then you can start remembering everyone else.” She tells you with a smile as you reach her siblings.

“Eva! Look at this picture I have of Melissa on prom night with Joe!” Toni says as she runs over to you and shows the picture on her phone.

“How do you have that?” Melissa asks her in shock.

“I found it in one of the family albums.” She says.

“Aw, you look cute.” You tell her.

“Ya, what happened?” Kristen Marie says and Melissa flips her off.

“I wouldn’t talk, you haven’t aged well.” Melissa tells Kristen Marie.

“I hope my children are getting along for once.” Teresa says and they all look at her.

“Just tormenting Melissa, that’s all.” Maria Christina says with a smirk.

“You know I can’t believe you lot still like to get on my nerves when I helped raise all of you.” Melissa says annoyed and crosses her arms with a sigh.

You walk over to her and wrap your arms around her in a side hug and she leans into her touch. “Calm down lovely, they’re doing it because they love you.” You tell her and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Mel, that pasta you made looks good.” Seamus says.

“How did you know she made it?” You ask him.

“Oh we have little cards in front of each dish, saying what the dish is and who made it.” Annette said. “That way we know who to compliment or insult.”

“Oh, that’s actually smart.” You say and then you look over to see Carl and Tony talking. You roll your eyes at them and lean in to Melissa. “I hope they know that if it continues to work out between us then they’ll basically be family, even if we’re not married.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Let them have fun, knowing my brother, it’ll probably only be a hookup or shameless teasing.” She tells you and you chuckle.

An hour later and you’re sitting on the couch, plate in hand with a bunch of Italian food that Melissa said that you should try.

“And then you have to let it cook in the slow cooker to really make sure it soaks up the flavour.” Marie Camille tells you about how she made her dish that she brought.

“Well you did an amazing job, everyone did. I’m loving all this food.” You say and everyone smiles.

“So is Italian your favourite flavour?” Maria Christina asks you shamelessly.

“Maria Christina!” Marie yells.

“What?”

“You can’t just ask her that when you first meet her, or else she might think we’re crazy.”

“Why not? She knows Melissa and Kristen Marie, she knows we’re not shy or normal.” Maria Christina defends herself with.

“I was warned about what I was walking into. And Melissa is very good in bed.” You say and Melissa snaps her head at you from the other couch.

“Really? You just give them more stuff to torment me with?” Melissa questions you with a sigh and you shrug.

“Oohh, well well well, Melissa is quite the Casanova.” Toni says and leans into Melissa. Melissa shoves her away and Toni just laughs.

“What are you? 10?” Melissa says to her sister.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that you all like to tease her.” You said to Kristen Marie who smirks. “John, where’s Carl?” You ask your brother when he walks back with a plate of food with George beside him.

“Making out with Tony.” He says and you groan.

“He couldn’t pick someone that Melissa wasn’t very closely related to?” You say and you see Melissa smirk. “What are you smirking at?” You ask her.

“Nothing, just wondering if both our brothers are going to do it with each other.” She tells you. “They’re not family so it’s fine. If they are one day then it’ll be funny.” She adds on as she sees your face. Melissa then gets up to get more food and then comes back with a smile a few minutes later. “I’m back in the rotation you stronzos.” She tells her siblings and they all look at her.

“Ma let you back in?” John Anthony asks and Melissa nods proudly.

“She loves the pasta that Eva and I made and she loves Eva so she let me back in the rotation.” She says.

“So when are you hosting?” You ask her.

“Not this Christmas but the next one.” She tells you and winks at you. Just then Marie Camille gets up and Melissa quickly steals her seat and sits next to you.

“Wow Mel, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so fast.” Seamus says to her.

“Well I want to sit next to my girl.” She says and you blush.

Suddenly uncle Archie comes to the group and everyone looks up at him with a frown.

“I haven’t seen you two here before.” He says to John and George.

“I invited them.” Melissa tells him. “One of them is her brother and the other is a friend.” She explains to him.

“And who is she?” He asks as he points to you.

“She’s my friend and coworker.” Melissa tells him and he walks away. “I’m sorry, it’s better if he thinks you two are just friends or else he will insult or make fun of you.” Melissa explains to John and George. “And also better if he doesn’t know we’re together.” She tells you.

“It’s alright Melissa, we get it.” You tell her and your brother nods in agreement.

“Did you guys know that Tony and Carl are making out?” Teresa comes over and says to all of you.

“Yep, John told us.” Melissa tells her mom.

“Ma, you let Melissa back into the rotation?” John Anthony asks and Teresa nods.

“I did, did you taste her pasta? It’s a little mushy but almost as good as Nonna’s.” Teresa explains and Melissa is beaming from the compliment. Teresa walks away to get more food and they all look at Melissa.

“Did you hear Ma? She just gave Melissa the highest compliment ever?” Marie says and Melissa is smiling proudly.

“I guess doing it with a girl is really doing it for you Melissa.” Toni says and everyone laughs.

“You know what I don’t care what you say, Eva is good in bed, and Ma said I’m a better cook than all of youse.” Melissa brags to all of her siblings. Then Maria Christina starts to do a slow clap.

“Well said! Congratulazioni!” She says while clapping and Melissa flips her off.

“Congratulations Melissa, if Ma says you’re the best cook tonight then you’re the best cook.” Marie says.

“Better it be one of us then one of our cousins.” John Anthony says and everyone agrees.

“What’s better that it’s one of you?” Annette asks as she overhead.

“Ma said that Melissa’s pasta is almost as good as Nonna’s.” Toni says to her.

“Really? Wow, that’s a high honour.” She says.

“Ya, and it’s better that it’s one of us that’s the better cook instead of one of our cousins.” Maria Christina says.

“You do realise that I’m one of your cousins, right?” Annette says.

“And? What’s your point?” Maria Christina says and Annette shakes her head.

“Why haven’t any of the kids come up to eat?” John asks.

“Oh because there’s about 20 boxes of extra large pizzas down there and a big bowl of fruit punch.” Annette says and then she walks away.

“So Eva, what drew you to Melissa?” Marie asks you.

“Well her looks is what made me want to talk to her, but as soon as I found out her last name, I just knew I had to get to know my best friend's sister.” You tell them all.

“And how old are you?” Toni asks.

“I’m 30, I do realise there’s a 20 year age gap.” You tell them.

“Melissa, you're a cougar.” Marie Camille says and they all let out a “oohhh”.

“No, I believe the term is Milf these days.” John Anthony says.

“What does Milf mean?” Marie asks as you blush.

“I believe from what my kids said, it stands for mom I’d like to fuck, but I think they use it to describe hot older women as well.” John Anthony explains and they all look at you and you’re hiding your face in Melissa’s neck.

“Nuh uh hon. If I can’t hide then you can’t either.” Melissa says and gets you out of her neck.

“So Eva, is Melissa a Milf?” Toni asks you in a teasing tone and you nod with a blush and a sheepish smile.

“Is Melissa a top, bottom or a switch?” Maria Christina asks you.

“Ok that’s too much.” Melissa says with a glare.

“Top.” You say and you watch as Melissa’s cheeks turn completely red as all her siblings look at her in shock and mouths open.

“Oh, Melissa likes to take control!” Toni says.

“What did we miss?” Tony says as he and Carl reappear.

“Melissa is a top and a Milf.” Maria Christina catches him up.

“Also that Ma said Melissa’s cooking is almost as good as Nonna’s.” Marie adds.

“And she’s back in rotation.” John Anthony adds on after Marie.

“Wow, I missed a lot in half an hour.” He says.

“That’s what happens when you make out with your sister’s girlfriend’s brother.” Toni teases her twin with.

“I regret nothing, he’s a good kisser.” He says and winks at Carl.

“Did you guys get food?” John asks them and they both shake their heads.

“Come on, I’ll tell you what you should try.” Tony tells Carl and they both leave.

“Melissa! I heard your cooking is amazing.” Vinny says as he comes over. “Your mom is talking about it.” He tells her and Melissa smiles and nods.

“She put me back in rotation.” Melissa tells him.

“Oh that’s wonderful.” Vinny says. “Congrats cuz.” He says and then leaves.

“Had no idea that cooking is such an important thing in your family.” You tell her and everyone looks at you.

“Why do you think I got so insulted when you brought store made Italian food?” She asks you and Kristen Marie scoffs.

“She was still doing that? I tried to get her to stop.” Kristen Marie says.

“I got her to stop doing that by bringing her homemade Italian food.” Melissa says and then Carl and Tony come back.

“Is that how you got close?” Marie asks her. “I mean cooking is a love language of yours Melissa.”

“We got really close when she was helping me with my sexuality.” Melissa says.

“I always had a feeling that you were like me, sis. Bat for the same team.” He tells her.

“I bat for both teams actually, I’m bisexual.” She tells him.

“Still better than being one of these straight weirdos.” He says as he points to all his straight siblings.

“Mom had 9 kids, one of us was bound to be queer.” Seamus says and they all nod.

“I’ve been wanting to ask, how come Seamus has a different dad? Like what happened to yours?” You ask her.

“Pa died when the twins were born. Ma found someone a few years later and had another child, which was Seamus.” Melissa explains to you.

“And where is Seamus’s father?” You ask.

“He’s dead too.” Seamus says casually. “A few years ago.”

“And is she going to remarry again?” You ask them.

“I hope not.” John Anthony says.

“I think Ma said she’s going to stay single.” Marie says.

“She said that after Pa died and she married again and had another child.” Kristen Marie says.

“That’s true, she did.” Melissa adds.

“Well I don’t think she can have anymore kids if she does marry again.” Marie Camille says.

“Dessert is ready!” Annette yells and you all get up and go to the kitchen quickly.

“The famous Schemmenti cannolis.” Melissa tells you. “You’ll love it.” She says as you get in line.

“Do they beat the ones that you can make?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Don’t boost her ego anymore than it already is.” Toni says to you.

“Well if Ma said that your cooking was almost as good as Nonna’s then your ego would be high too.” Melissa tells her sister.

You both get a cannoli and then you take a seat on the couch beside each other. You got to take a bite but before you do anything Melissa grabs your cannoli and brings it to your lips.

“Wow sis, sure know how to treat a girl.” Kristen Marie says and everyone looks to see Melissa feeding you. You finish your cannoli, with Melissa feeding you the entire time and then she licks her fingers and you get turned on. She sees your eyes get darker and she smirks, before pushing it further.

“You got a little something here.” She says and then kisses you. She slides her tongue across your lips and then she pulls back with a smirk, and you know she did that on purpose.

“Damn Melissa’s got moves.” Maria Christina says.

“Is it that surprising?” Melissa says as she starts to eat her cannoli.

“Yes.” Kristen Marie says immediately and you put your hand to your mouth to cover your laughter.

“Quite laughing you.” She tells you when she notices.

“Well we already know she’s good in the bedroom from what Eva says so I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised that she’s got moves outside the bedroom as well.” Toni says.

“You know what we should do?!?” Tony exclaims randomly and they all look at him. “We should truth or dare!” He suggests and they all look at him confused. “Oh come on, we’re all just about drunk so it’ll be fun.” He says and they all shrug and agree to play. “Ok how about the newest person here starts, Eva.”

“Oh ok, Melissa truth or dare?” You ask her.

“Truth.” She says.

“Ok, who’s your favourite sibling?” You ask her and her eyes widen as her siblings all go “ooohhh!”

“Bold of you to assume I like any of them.” She says.

“Come on.”

“Ok, if I had to pick one it would be Kristen Marie. We basically grew up together the most as we’re closer in age.” She says.

“Ah booo!” All of her other siblings says and you see Kristen Marie actually smile at her answer.

The next few rounds go by and are filled with laughter and cheers as what these people come up with is wild.

“Eva, truth or dare?” Maria Christina asks you.

“How about dare.” You ask and you immediately regret that once she tells you the dare.

“I dare you to give Melissa a lap dance.” She says with a smirk and both yours and Melissa’s cheeks go red. Her siblings are all cheering around you and you take a big sip of alcohol before you do the dare.

“To a song or no music?” You ask.

“Your choice, your lap dance.” She tells you.

You then suddenly straddle Melissa’s lap and she looks at you in shock that you’re actually going to do it. You then start moving your hips back and forth and it immediately turns Melissa on. She thinks of how you move like that when she asks you to straddle her lap and slides a dildo or her fingers inside of you. You then grab some of her hair and her breath hitches as she looks up at you. You’re looking at her like you want her to fuck you right then and there.

You then arch your back in a way that makes your breast go right near her face and then you smile at her. You then get up and turn around, and start twerking with your ass to her. You hear her siblings whistling and whooping to spur you on but most of your attention is on Melissa. You then straddle her lap again and plant a kiss on her lips to end the lap dance. You then get off of her and sit next to her again and take a victory sip of your drink.

“That was awesome! Melissa did that turn you on?” Seamus asks her and Melissa glares at him.

You and her siblings switch games and start playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ where you have to take a sip of your drink if you have. You start playing when Tony refills everyone’s glass to the same amount and then Toni starts the game. Melissa is not playing the game as she has to drive you both home but she wants to stay and watch.

“Alright, never have I ever got caught cheating on a test.” Toni says and half the siblings take a sip. “Eva you never got caught?”

“I never cheated on a test.” You say and they all look at you.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex with a girl.” Tony says and you, John Anthony, Seamus, and Toni all take a sip.

“Toni, when did you have sex with a girl?” Tony asks his twin.

“College.” She says.

“Ok never have I ever… there’s actually lots that I’ve done.” You say to them. “Oh I have one! Never have I ever lied to law enforcement.” You say and all of them except Marie took a sip. You then look at Melissa who’s smirking, she’s not surprised in the slightest about what her siblings have done.

“Never have I ever had a one night stand.” Marie says and most of the siblings, including you take a sip.

“Never have I ever cursed in a place of worship.” John Anthony says, knowing a couple of his siblings have.

“Never have I ever disliked something that I cooked.” Marie Camille says and half of them take a sip.

“Never have I ever been turned on at an inappropriate time.” Kristen Marie says and half of them take a sip, including you.

“Never have I ever had sex with a friend.” Seamus says and you, Tony and Toni take a sip.

After Seamus’s turn then you see your brothers, George and Anna come up to you.

“Hey sis, we’re gonna go as Anna is getting tired and I drove Carl here.” John tells you.

“Oh ok, let me just get up and say bye to my brothers.” You tell the group.

“Bye John, Carl, George.” You say while hugging them. “And I’ll see you at school on Monday Anna.” You tell her and then she gives you a hug.

“Bye Auntie Eva, and Melissa.” Anna says and goes to hug Melissa.

“Melissa, I just want to say that you have an interesting family.” John says to her and Melissa snorts.

“It’s one way to put it.”

“I like your family.” Carl says and then looks at Tony.

“Ok get out of here.” You tell them after seeing Carl look at Tony. You then go and take a seat next to Melissa again.

An hour later and you’re drunk due to having 3 glasses of wine from playing the game and 2 glasses before the game and no water in between.

“Maybe I should take us home as you’re drunk.” Melissa says to you.

“Noo! I want to stay. I’m having fun.” You slur and Melissa chuckles.

“We’ll be back for Christmas and you can see my siblings again in a month.” She tells you and her siblings nod.

“Oh I’m hosting Christmas this year.” Marie says.

You then nuzzle your head in Melissa’s neck as the alcohol you had when you first got here is making you sleepy.

“Ok, we’re gonna go.” Melissa says and her siblings bid you and Melissa goodbye. You then put your hand over one of Melissa’s boobs. “Ok we’re going right now.” She says and yanks you up off the couch.

“Woah!” You say and you would have fallen on your face if Melissa wasn’t holding onto you.

“Bye Melissa, and it was good to see you again Eva.” Teresa says to both of you at the door. “Also Eva, if you hurt Melissa then I know a guy that will make you regret it.” She tells you.

“Ma.” Melissa says and Teresa looks at Melissa as she hands the bag back with the 3 empty containers that the food was in.

“Just want to make sure she knows not to mess with this family.” Teresa says.

“She’s dating me and has been friends with Kristen Marie for 5 years. I think she already knows the family pretty well.” Melissa says.

“I do.” You say and wrap your arms around Melissa’s waist in a side hug and Melissa puts her free arm around you. “And I love Melissa.” You slur out. Everything about her. Her heart, mind and body.” You add and Melissa puts a hand over your mouth.

“I think that’s enough talking.” She says and then brings you out to the car and helps you in.

She drives you both home and at some point you drift off to sleep and you wake up when you’re home to Melissa shaking you awake.

“Hey hon, we’re home.” She says and you look at her and she’s smiling at you. “What do you say we get inside, get ready for bed and then go to bed?” She asks and you nod your head.

“I like that.” You tell her and then you both go in and get ready for bed.

Once you're both in bed, Melissa goes to cuddle you like always you then straddle her lap as you got a second wind.

“Hon, what are you doing?” She asks you as she holds your hips so you don’t fall.

“I want to have sex. What’s it look like?” You slur so much due to being drunk and tired.

“Hon, we can have sex tomorrow morning, but for now we should get some sleep.” She tells you and you protest.

“Noo, I want to do it now.” You say with a pout and then you start rocking your hips on her. Melissa can’t deny that she isn’t turned on right now but she doesn’t want you to fall asleep during sex. She carefully gets you off of her and back on your side of the bed.

“Woah!” You say as you fall down beside her. “Did you want to be on top?” You ask with your seductive voice.

“No, we will do this in the morning.” She says and you go to move but she wraps her arms around your waist, along with your arms and she traps you against her body.

“The only thing I’m wearing is a long shirt of yours, and no underwear or bra.” You tell her, trying to get her to change her mind.

“I know, I helped you get dressed.” She tells you and shakes her head. She then thinks you might not give up with this random burst of energy and she brings one hand between your legs and starts circling your clit. You try to start moving your hips but she stops you from doing that. She goes to your neck and starts kissing your neck from behind you and starts sucking. You start moaning at the pleasure from your neck being sucked on and your clit being rubbed at the same time. It doesn’t take long until you’re close to an orgasm as Melissa knows your body incredibly well.

“Me-Melissa, Mel, I’m so close.” You gasp out and she hums.

“Then come for me, baby.” She tells you and she feels you tense up and then relax as you gasp out when you come. Melissa kisses your cheek and then she sees you smile and then close your eyes as you fall asleep in her arms. “I knew it.” She whispers softly with a smile. She tucks some loose strands behind your ear that’s fallen in your face and then she puts her head on her pillow and then falls asleep.

The next morning Melissa wakes up to you complaining.

“Owww!” You groan out and hold your head. “Major headache, son of a bitch!” You complain and Melissa giggles.

“You shouldn’t have had all that alcohol.” She tells you.

“I agree with you there.” You tell her.

“I’ll go get you some water and Advil.” She tells you and then goes to get them and then comes back a minute later. “Here.” She says and then hands you the items.

“Thanks.” You say and immediately take the Advil and a huge amount of the water.

“I’ll go get you some food. You might feel better after getting some food in your stomach.” She says and you look at her.

“Please don’t mention food.” You say and then burst out of bed, run to the bathroom and throw up. You come back out a minute later and Melissa is smirking.

“Was it worth it?” She asks you and you pout. You then fall into Melissa’s arms and she holds you. “How much do you remember?” She asks you and you think about it.

“Not much after that second glass.” You tell her.

“So you don’t remember giving me a lap dance?” She asks you amused and you snap your head at her.

“I did what?” You ask and she chuckles.

“My sister dared you to give me a lap dance after your third glass of wine and you actually did it.” She tells you and she then bursts out laughing at seeing your face. “You were actually good at it and it turned me on.” She tells you and you hum.

“It’s not hard to turn you on.” You say and she giggles.

“It’s not hard for YOU to turn me on.” She tells you.

“Hmm, so only I can easily turn you on?” You ask her and wrap your arms around her neck and she smiles.

“You know exactly what I like.” She says with a wink and you kiss her. “I think I’ll go make you some food now that your stomach is empty.” She says and then you get off of her and back to your spot on the bed. “How are you feeling?” She asks you when she comes back 15 minutes later with some eggs and toast.

“Better since the Advil kicked in.” You say and you take a look at what she brought you.

“I made you something that’s light on your stomach and good for a hangover.” She tells you and you smile at her.

“Thank you.” You tell her as you both begin eating breakfast. “Did I do anything else that’s embarrassing last night?” You ask her and she smiles in amusement.

“Depends what counts as embarrassing.” She says and you look at her.

“Anything that you know I would never do sober.” You tell her and she thinks about it for a second.

“Then you did.” She tells you. “You tried to grab my boob while my siblings were saying goodbye to us and you told my mom that you love my body.” She tells you and you facepalm.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” You say and she laughs.

“Don’t be, it’s nice to know what you really think of me.” She tells you and you look at her.

“I don’t need to be drunk to know what you really think of me. You just have to ask.” You say.

“I know, but it’s still nice to know that you’re honest when sober about me.” She tells you with a smile and you both finish eating. Melissa goes and places the plates on the dresser and then comes back and sits beside you on the bed. “You know you kept trying to have sex with me last night.” She tells you randomly and you quirk an eyebrow at her.

“And you were able to hold back? I must have not been trying hard enough.” You joke and she giggles.

“It was hard to control myself but I didn’t want you to fall asleep during sex as you fell asleep in the car, but you kept persisting. So I gave you a quick orgasm and you immediately fell asleep.” She explains to you. “I kept telling you that we can tomorrow morning but you were so needy.” She tells you with a smirk.

“Isn’t it tomorrow morning right now?” You ask her and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“It is but aren’t you hungover?”

“I am but the headache and feeling like crap has subsided for now. Right now I want my taste of you.” You tell her before pouncing on her and getting her pj shirt and shorts off.

She lay there bare under you and her smiling at you. You pin her hands down when she tries to touch you and you go right to kissing her. She kisses you back immediately and then you trail down, starting with her neck. You start to kiss and suck on her neck and she’s moaning under you. After being sure that you left a hickey, you go down to her chest and put your mouth around a nipple. Melissa bucks her hips from under you and you just smirk at her actions.

You start swirling your tongue around the nipple and that’s when she starts gasping and moaning. You feel her tug her arms, trying to get them free from your grip but you pin them with all the strength you have. You then switch nipples and give the same treatment to the other one. You then trail down her stomach and place kisses on your way to her pussy. You’re forced to let go of her arms as you can no longer reach and she doesn’t hesitate to grab your hair. You reach her clit and you place a kiss on it before settling yourself between her legs.

“What are you doing?” Melissa asks you breathlessly.

“I told you, I want my taste of you.” You tell her before diving to her centre. Melissa’s grip on your hair tightens and she moans out as soon as your tongue makes contact with her dripping centre. You spread her legs wider and you’re able to slip your tongue in her entrance very easily.

“Eva! Oh that feels so good! Don’t stop Amore!” She tells you and you bring a hand up and you start rubbing her clit. Her hips start bucking like crazy and you have to pin her down with your other hand.

You look up at her at some point and you see a magical sight. You see the smooth skin of her stomach, her 2 breasts that are moving up and down with her heavy breathing as she’s close and then you see her face. Her eyes are screwed shut and her mouth is open from pleasure, her ginger locks falling everywhere, some loose strands on her face.

Her legs start trying to close shut as the stimulation is high as she’s so close to an orgasm. You choose to keep her legs apart instead of pinning her down and she starts bucking her hips, trying to get her high. She then comes with a moan and you keep your tongue and mouth in place, getting all of her juices, and you love it, you feel as if she’s marking you. You then quickly switch your mouth and your fingers. You start licking her clit with your tongue and then you carefully slide a finger in and then a second and start fingering her. She starts gasping, moaning and bucking her hips, the overstimulation is hitting her and she feels like it’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“Eva please, it’s too much!” She breathes out and you look up at her. You then replace your mouth with your palm and you bring your body up so you’re face to face with her. She looks up at you and then she suddenly grabs your head and brings you in for a kiss, kissing you with need and passion. She then comes a second time and you carefully pull out of her when her body goes limp and you see how she watches you lick your fingers that were in her.

After about a minute, Melissa gets control of her breathing and flips you both so that she’s on top. She quickly gets her shirt off of you and she looks at you with a hunger in her eyes and you squirm a little bit.

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel me inside of you, to have you bucking your hips and moaning my name.” She tells you and you let out a small whimper. She suddenly plunges two fingers inside of you and you lose all thoughts and brain power.

You come out of the shower and you see her sitting on the bed, glasses on and a few papers spread out.

“What are you doing?” You ask her.

“I’m going over my lesson plan for this week.” She tells you and she sighs. “It’s not making any sense.” She adds on and she rubs her temple with her fingers.

“Well how about you tell me the plan? Maybe I can make suggestions or saying it out loud will help you?” You suggest to her and she looks at you with a smile.

“How did I get lucky with you?” She asks and she strokes your cheek before she tells you all about her plan for the week.

*an hour later*

“What do we need for groceries for the week?” You ask her as you pull out your phone to start a grocery list. You see her walking into the kitchen where you are and she looks at the fridge, freezer and cupboards.

“That entirely depends on what you want to eat this week.” She says.

“I’ve actually been looking online at Italian recipes recently and I found something and wanted to ask if you can make it.” You tell her and that catches her attention.

“What is it?” She asks you.

“Well I don’t know how to pronounce it.” You say and then take your phone out to show her the meal. “This is it.” You say and show her.

“Stracotto di fassona piemontese.” She reads and you nod. “With all the Italian I’ve been teaching you then I would have thought you would know how to pronounce that.” She teases you and you playfully shove her from the shoulder and she laughs.

“I’ve been getting taught one word at a time not sentences you idiota.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Jokes aside, I can make it for you. I’ve made it a few times growing up.” She tells you and then she goes over everything she needs to make it and you type it in on your phone. After she makes the list for the meal she then gets you to put down everything else you’ll need for the week before you both head to the grocery store. “So what made you look up Italian meals?” She asks once you’re at the grocery store.

“Well you keep asking what I want and I never know how to answer. And I love your Italian cooking so that’s why I started looking them up.” You tell her and she brings you in for a side hug and gives you a kiss on the head.

“Well I love cooking for you, whether it’s Italian or not.” She tells you and you smile.

“So you wouldn’t mind making pizzas where you just slap on some tomato sauce from a can, drown it with cheese on pita bread and throw it in the oven?” You ask her and you watch her scrunch up her nose in disgust and she looks at you.

“Maybe it’s good you’re with me as your tastes are questionable at best Amore.” She tells you and you giggle.

After dinner you both just sit on the couch, with her holding you in her arms and you end up falling asleep on her while watching a movie on Netflix.

You both wake up at 5:30 when your alarms go off and you realise that you’re in bed instead of on the couch and you see Melissa wake up to shut off her alarm.

“I thought I fell asleep on the couch.” You tell her and she turns to look at you.

“You did, you woke up enough to at least help me get you up here and then I got you changed into a shirt of mine.” She tells you.

“Well thank you, your couch is so uncomfortable to sleep on.” You say and she kicks your leg. “Oww.” You say and you look at her a bit offended. “Ok the couch is comfortable but the plastic isn’t.”

“If I remember correctly you fell asleep on the couch last night and the last time we slept on the couch, you fell asleep on me and my boobs.” She says as she gets out of bed.

“And they’re very comfortable to sleep on.” You tell her and she smiles and shakes her head at you.

“Is that why you fall asleep on them half the time?”

“They’re magnetic, irresistible.” You say as you walk up behind her as you hug her from behind and she leans into you.

“You’re such a goof.” She says and you smile.

“Isn’t it one of the things you love about me?” You ask confidently and she rolls her eyes.

“It is.” She says and then she leads you both into the shower.

You both walk in through the front doors of Abbott and make your way into the break room.

“Well good morning girls!” Barb greets you as soon as you both walk in.

“Morning Barb.” Melissa says as she goes to make you both coffee while you put the lunches in the fridge.

“So Eva, how was meeting Melissa’s family over the weekend?” Barb asks and that gets the trio’s attention.

“Honestly, from what I can remember, they’re really great.” You say and that gets a weird look from Barb.

“Eva had too much alcohol as she agreed to a game of never have I ever where they drink if they’ve done it.” Melissa explains.

“I don’t even remember the lap dance I gave Melissa.” You blurt out and everyone’s jaw drops and looks between you and Melissa. When they look to see Melissa, they see her with a small smirk on her face and then she goes to sit down with the coffees.

“You’re pretty good at giving a lap dance with no music.” She tells you and she hands you the coffee. “There was also a game of truth or dare.” Melissa explains as she sees everyone’s shocked face. “And apparently Eva will do any dare after having 3 glasses of wine.” She adds on and you smile.

“Your siblings are wild.” You say and she chuckles.

“I thought you’d like them.” She tells you. “And they liked you, especially your loose lips.” She says and you giggle.

“Well I had to give them something to tease you about.” You say and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Bad enough that you told them that we have sex, but did you have to tell them I’m a top?” She asks you and you hear Barb start coughing and a gasp from Janine.

“I’m quite proud of that actually.” You tell her with a smirk.

“Are you also proud of your brother making out with my brother?” She asks you and you groan.

“That’s just weird, but I have no control over what Carl does, like you have no control over what Tony does.” You tell her and she takes a sip of her coffee with a smirk.

“Sounds like an interesting evening you both had.” Barb finally says after a minute of processing all the information.

“Oh it was.” You tell her. “And to top it all off, I let it slip that I love Melissa’s body… to her mom.” You tell Barb and Melissa hides her head in her hands.

“Oh my god that was embarrassing.” She says and you burst out laughing.

“But on the bright side, Melissa’s mom let her back into the rotation.” You tell Barb and Barb looks at Melissa.

“She finally let you?”

“Yep! And she also said the pasta that Eva and I made was almost as good as Nonna’s.” Melissa says, beaming.

“That’s quite a compliment.” Barb says.

“Are you kidding? It’s the best compliment she’s ever given me or any of my siblings, and it was to me.” Barb says and you rub her arm with your hand and she calms down a bit.

At lunch you’re leaning on the table while watching something on the tv, Barb is sitting on her chair behind you while the trio is at their table. Suddenly Melissa bursts in a bit angry, storms right up to, grabs you by the collar and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Woa-mph.” Is the only thing you’re able to get out as you’re taken by surprise. You feel the tension leave Melissa as she continues kissing you and it turns into a tiny make out session. She then pulls away with a smile and taps your chest with her hand that grabbed you.

“Thanks hon, I needed that.” She says and then goes to get her lunch.

“Rough morning?” You ask her and she looks at you before sighing. “Or should I say rough period as I saw you an hour ago.” You add on.

“Nothing went right during the third period, and the kids were so chaotic even though it’s a Monday morning.” She complains. “So I thought a kiss from my girl would help, and it did.” She says the last part with a smile.

“Well happy my lips could help.” You tell her and she can tell by the way that you go to sit down and the look on your face that the kiss turned you on and she smirks. As soon as you start to eat you get a text and look to sit that it’s from Melissa and you look at it.

Melissa: I can tell the kiss turned you on, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you tonight 😉

You read it twice before your brain is able to comprehend what she said and you look at her with flushed cheeks.

After school as soon as you follow her into the house, she pushes you up against the door and kisses you. She makes quick work of taking all your clothes off and goes to rub your clit and you moan out her name. It barely takes her a minute before you gasp as you come undone by her fingers. She catches you as your legs give out and she chuckles at your actions.

The rest of the week goes by smoothly and before you know it, Friday arrives and the bell rings to signal that it’s the end of the day. You close up the library and you make your way over to Melissa’s classroom and you see, what you assume is the mother of one the children in her classroom talking to her.

“Auntie Eva!” You hear and see Anna and John walking over.

“Hey you two, any weekend plans?” You ask.

“Daddy says that they’re taking me to the museum tomorrow.” Anna says and you gasp.

“Oh wow, well I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.” You tell her and you hug her.

John passes by you and whispers in your ear. “You might want to go get your girl, I think that parent is flirting with her.” He tells you and then leaves and you look at Melissa. You then see the mom touch Melissa’s arm and you walk up to them. Before you can reach them, the mom walks away with her child and misses the glare you send her way.

“Hey hon.” She tells you when you get to her.

“What was that mom telling you?” You ask her.

“She was telling me how happy her daughter is in my class and that she appreciates everything I do for my students.” She tells you honestly and you can tell she loved the compliment, she always takes the compliments to heart.

“Well that’s sweet of her to tell you. Ready to go home?” You ask and she cheeks to make sure all of her students have been picked up before nodding. She gets her purse that’s inside the classroom and she locks the classroom before walking to the car to go home.

When you both get home, you have a quiet evening together, to eating dinner, to sitting on the couch watching housewives, all the way to getting ready for bed together.

When in bed, she lays on her back and you curl up on her and put your head on her boobs, as they’re like the softest pillow in the world, before you both fall asleep.

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Trying to write Fated, and then got inspired by this post and decided "hey, why not write a future scene since you're also in the mood for marecal angst"

It's currently 12 am in where I live, I wrote this while half delirious after celebrating CNY and I groped myself more times than can be considered normal while trying to visualise a certain scene *cough* so anyways here's "don't be such a possessive ass", in honour of Cal being a fuck up

Warning: I write this man absolutely pathetic for his girlfriend-turned-weirdthingthatslikeadivorcedwidowbutnotreally, so if you cringe just know that I probably did too while cackling

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Don't look at her. Don't look at her. Don't look at her.

Cal could feel the heavy weight of eyes on his back as he pulled his shirt off. It burned trails down his spine, and it took everything in him to keep his eyes angled away. He wouldn't look at Mare, especially not when he heard the soft thud of silk hitting the ground as she undressed. It wouldn't be the first time he views her in nothing but underclothes; hell, he had seen her completely naked plenty of times but even standing in mere proximity felt more so an invasion of privacy.

He didn't deserve to look at her, not after what he had done on that day. The words felt so wrong coming out of his mouth, as he tried to convince her and mostly himself that what he was about to do was the right thing. That for once in his life, he had made the correct choice. The alliance would never have held up, and the current political situation is too precarious to leave any role of monarch vacant, Cal told himself in vain hopes of coming to peace with his decision. There is more that one can do in a position of power than without.

The desperation and the heartbreak as he begged and pleaded had been oh so real however, scorching bitterness that coated his mouth with an acrid aftertaste long after she left. If she hadn't turned away, he might have gotten on his knees and grovelled at her feet in the mere hopes of getting her to stay.

But as usual, he could never bring himself to stop her, to grab her hand as she walked into the distance. She deserved that freedom, at the very least.

"Here." Farley's voice jolted Cal out of his unknowing journey through painful memories. He blinked furiously, whirling around quickly enough to catch her eyes narrowed at his exposed collarbone.

Oh.

Cal would be ashamed to admit it made his insides curl with undeserved pleasure every time he spotted that dark bruise reflected back at him in the mirror. It was thoroughly distracting, allowing him to bask in the ghost of her lips on his shoulder back in the peace of Piedmont before reality slapped him cold in the face.

He wasn't going to get a new one of those any time soon, if ever again.

Stop.

"Nothing in your size, Barrow?" Tyton was a man of few words, and he conversed in a manner far too relaxed for someone about to go out and fight.

"I'll have words with the tailor when we get back." Mare spoke so casually, it made a part of him ache. The words she exchanged with him at the dinner were clipped and cold, and hearing the mock smugness in her voice stirred unwanted emotions in him.

Stop it.

Unconsciously, Cal exposed the bracelets glinting on his wrists. It was a longtime habit of his, whenever he felt particularly annoyed or uncomfortable at what someone said. It usually served as a threat, for when his patience was being pushed.

He followed behind the group as he grabbed a pistol and sufficient ammunition. His ability would usually suffice, but the more time he spent outside the Silver court the more he realised that it usually was better to have some form of backup plan. Especially when dealing with silence.

He saw Tyton shove gear towards Mare as she protested against him. The way he looked at her triggered something in him, a small prick of sourness at the tip of his tongue.

"Some raiders are silents." Mare froze, the fear in her eyes a familiar heart-wrenching sight to Cal. He was well aware of how terrified of silence she was, when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night, her eyes wide as she buried her face in his shoulder.

Stop it. Get her out of your head, Calore.

His eyes were still on her as Tyton proceeded to fix the belt around her waist. He said something, but all Cal could pay attention to was his fingers grazing near her hipbone as he adjusted the buckles around her waist. The way that slipping the gun into its holster allowed his hand to brush the side of her ribs, far too close to the lower curve of her breast to be considered chaste.

He probably watched her strip.

Cal's stomach stirred with a feeling he couldn't name. It was an unpleasant sensation, flaring in him like a roaring inferno, manifesting as waves of radiating heat exploding out from him. He glared holes through the floor as he tried to calm his breathing down, all the while storming ahead and refusing to look at her.

Mare had the right to talk to whoever she so pleases, and she could very well deal with inappropriate contact however she saw fit. She didn't and will never belong to him, though it wasn't like he was going to police the way people interacted with her. They were now, at best, reluctant allies and nothing more. She clearly loathed him and while he could never bring himself to hate her, his feelings towards her were an indiscernible mix of yearning and betrayal and devastation. No longer were they the same people who laughed at dinner parties together and comforted each other after traumatic nightmares. He shouldn't be feeling such things from seeing her intimacy with another man, he couldn't. It would be his ruin.

But right now, Cal's mind was far too preoccupied with the hundreds of different ways he intended to murder Tyton if he ever dared touch her like that again. Starting with the burning of his hand off, ending with the incineration of his ashes.

"Careful with those hands, Tyton." Cal's voice was low, a barely concealed threat. "She bites."

Tyton laughed mockingly, his eyes fixed on a particular spot on Cal's shoulder blade now covered with cloth.

Ah.

It appeared that Tyton was more than aware of the accidental innuendo Cal had just created. Somehow, it made him even more infuriated, the fact that Tyton had seen it and still decided to go ahead with whatever the hell it was he was trying to do.

He was distracted away from his fury by Mare walking up to him, her eyes alight with an unusual amount of fire. It sparked something in him, seeing her cheeks, the tips of her ears and her neck all tinted bright crimson. Apparently she still felt enough towards him to be capable of embarrassment and he didn't know what to think of it. Everytime their eyes met, it triggered an irresistible impulse in Cal, to hold her again like he would have before the world came between them. He resisted it once more, like he had every time before.

He distantly thought about leaving his own noticeable mark on her, so that some people would keep their hands to themselves before realising with some horror that it made him a terrible person to think things like that.

She continued till they were standing side by side and he could hear her soft breathing.

Then she slammed her elbow hard into his side. "Don't be such a possessive ass." Her hissed words stung more than the new pain in his ribs. "If you insist on calling yourself a king, you can at least act like one."

Possessive. Never before in his life had Cal felt territorial feelings of any sort. As the crown prince and future king-to-be, he had everything he could ever want served to him on a gold-rimmed platter. Riches, authority, suitors all waiting in line for his perusal.

And yet, her love being the one thing he ever desired, her being the one person he was so desperate to have by his side, she just kept slipping through his fingers. It was a special kind of frustration that warranted the pained sound that left him.

He watched as she turned her back on him, just like she did on that balcony in Corvium with tear stains on her cheeks.

Another part of him broke.

Pull it together, Calore.

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Thanks for taking time out of your day to read this, people's comments really do fuel my "oh wow people actually care about the things rolling about in my brain" syndrome :)

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BERTRUM PIEDMONT BERTURM PIEDMOND WHERE IS MY FUCKED UP CAROSEL BOIIIII

sorry but.. berturm and bendy land don’t really exist in this au

it’s been replaced by a run down city area which like various cartoons in the 30’s, represents the state of America at the time (during the Great Depression). The streets of the town are stalked by the butcher gang which play a similar role to their cartoon counterparts as criminal/mobster guys.

Maybe I’ll include Berturm as one of the residents here but idk you’ll have to wait and see

[cravingpepsimax]

(Hoping this is anon cause I'm a scaredy cat lol) anyway!!! Standere seeing Mabel and Dipper and projecting on them in a similar way to Ford as in canon, except in an obsessive, incestuous manner is so delicious. I love it. He really said, "it's just like my life!... In a way."

Also, why stop at just kidnapping Ford, if he sees Dipper and Mabel as their kids? Screw their parents! They don't deserve 'em, and only he understands what Mabel and Dipper have. He's not letting anyone take his family, his kids, his brother, from him. Not ever fucking again.

- @fordlee

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH

puh-lease! in a single summer, stan's done a better job than their parents EVER have. they're too caught up in their divorce to give their kids the attention and love they deserve. he bets they'd even freak out if they found them kissin', or somethin'. terrible!

when stan hears about the kids wishing summer wouldn't end so they don't have to go back to their shitty life, stan's more than willing to grant that! they do have to end up going back... but that's only for a little bit. it takes awhile to head over to piedmont, y'know, and you gotta be sneaky about the whole murder thing. not like he can just hitch a ride on the same bus, or something.

(he could just kidnap them outright, but that's just gonna get the police on his doorstep real fast).

and, sure, it ain't like dipper and mabel saying they'd wanna stay with stan would automatically get them that -- especially not with stan's record -- but stan's determined. plus, he's hoarded a LOT of money over the years. he might not like spending it, but he's absolutely gonna try and get the best lawyer money can buy. who knows! if this is a mutual yandere situation, maybe ford could help with that good ol' mind control tie.