#girl just put like half a thing of juice powder in the water I gave her bc she “doesn’t like how it tastes”

[ferocioustrout]

there’s people who don’t like the taste of water? what else don’t you like. breathing air?

[marvelettesassemble]

Bruises on our Skin (Sirius x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU -  Bruises and scars appear on your skin when your soulmate gets them. So why are you always covered in bruises in the summer holiday?

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: hints of abuse

You were glad that at least you didn’t share the pain of the bruises and scars that started to show on your collar bone. You didn’t know what problems your soulmate had but it seemed like it was a lot of them. When your soulmate gets a bruise or even a wound which will lead to a scar it will show on your skin also. Your Soulmate prevents yourself from showing a lot of skin, especially when it was too hot outside for the long sleeves you wore then.

In the first years it didn’t matter so much until everybody started pointing out the obvious and were asking you questions you didn’t have an answer for. Each summer the bruises became more and more. You weren’t sure if it worked this way but before you started your first year in Hogwarts you wrote on your forearm ‘are you okay?’, but you never got an answer. Maybe the ink had to be under your skin to show on your other half.

But when you were eleven you had other things to worry about: Finally starting your first year at Hogwarts! You couldn’t wait for all the cool things you could do with your wand and be able to spent so much time with other kids your age.  You didn’t mind being an only child but you imagine it would be great to share some things with other kids.

When you were asked which house you wanted to be put in, by your parents or other family members, you just shrugged and told them it wouldn’t matter. You were sure you’d have a blast. When you were about to enter the Hogwarts Express you noticed a girl standing by herself so you decided to start making friends right this moment and asked her if she wanted to share the train ride with you.

She was almost as excited as you and told you that she was the only one of her family who showed signs of magic. She told you that she was befriended with Severus Snape and it didn’t took long for him to join you in the compartment. He was sure he’s be placed in Slytherin while you and the girl in front of you, Lily, were unsure.

You were glad you were placed in the same house as Lily. Gryffindor would be your new home.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Slytherin?” you heard someone asking another new boy at the table.

“Got a problem?” the young boy replied not showing any fear.

“No,” the other one said and put a roll on his plate, took another and placed it on the plate of the boy he asked the question. You’d learn later that the two of them would start to annoy you and your classmates. They’d befriend the other boys next to them and would never back down from a fight.

When all the excitement about entering Hogwarts had ended, you confined in Lily about the marks of your soulmate. She was astonished as it wasn’t always the case to see the soulmate marks so soon. She herself hadn’t seen anything on her body and was eager to see yours.

While her friendship with Severus fell more and more apart yours grew stronger. You invited her over in the summer holidays when her sister became meaner and ignored her. You were happy to share your room with her and have pyjama parties for two weeks. So of course she saw the bruises that started to show as every summer. But this time there appeared also scars – nasty scars.

You came up with many theories how your Soulmate had gotten them. You even started a game of who came up with the most ridiculous story. You even joked if he was a werewolf when the bruises started to show every new moon. When you didn’t want to go swimming because of the many colours your skin showed Lily pointed to your watercolours and told you to paint them over.  

“They are called watercolours for a reason. They would come up the second I’d enter the water,” you pointed out.

“So what? Are we witches or not? I think I have this powder with me. I use to throw it on my ink so it’ll stay on my paper when Potter decides to stroll into the room as if he owned it and didn’t notice that he throw that juice on my essay again.”

You giggled. “He does that sometimes,” you admitted. “But he and his friends aren’t so bad. Remus is pretty decent and he helps me studying sometimes. Maybe we should be nicer to them we could actually study together.” Lily just scoffed while you started to brush some yellow paint on your skin.

You were sitting by the black lake, your head in Lily’s lap while you were trying to study.  

“Oh can you just shut it?” you suddenly exploded and the boys who were discussing something vividly next to you stopped and stared at you.  

“What’s your problem?” Sirius asked and came nearer to sit down next to you while accidently kicking your leg. His friends followed him but didn’t sit down.

“Excuse me for being stressed because of the exams. I just want to study and you’re loud as hell. I can’t concentrate.”

“I think you need to lose up a bit,” Sirius said. “Even Remus is taking a break. How about we get together tonight and relax? We’ll get some stuff to eat and drink.” He offered.

You put your book away and rubbed your eyes. “Okay,” you said and surprised everyone including Lily. You were pretty stressed and you needed a night without studying.

“Okay, common room, 8 o’clock,” he said and jumped to his feet.  

You were in the common room before eight, playing a round of chess (the muggle version as neither Lily or you had the wizard edition). When it was almost time to meet the boys, Remus appeared by their side. “We decided to meet in our dorm if that’s okay for you. It’s a bit crowded and we didn’t really want to explain where we got the things,” he explained. You nodded and followed him. Sirius, Peter and James were sitting on the floor. Pillows were on the floor for makeshift seats and many sweets and drinks were also shattered on the floor. You even spotted half a bottle of fire whiskey.

“Oi, would you just shut it? Just wait for your soulmate,” Lily exclaimed after a rather nice evening. You really had fun – bot of you.

“So, what if I think you are my soulmate, Evans?” he said and while Lily didn’t pick up on it you noticed that he’d turned serious.

“Then I’d tell you, that you’re delusional. Here, I’ll proof you wrong and hopefully you’ll let me alone.” She got on her knees and bent forward, grabbed James arm and pinched him forcefully.  

“Are you mad, woman? Why didn’t you pinch yourself?” Potter exclaimed and rubbed the hurting spot.

“Why should I suffer, just because your wishful thinking?”

“Have you spotted marks yet?” Peter asked her curiously.

“No.” Lily admitted.  

“See, so it wouldn’t proof anything,” James exclaimed.

“What about you, have you seen some?” Remus asked you.

“Yeah, I see them since I’m ten. But I don’t want to talk about it,” you answered quietly.

Lily who’s just took a long sip of the whiskey laughed suddenly. “Oh, we’re joking that he’s a werewolf,” she laughed and both of you didn’t notice that the colour drained from the boys faces. “We’re coming up with the most ridiculous answers to explain the bruising covering her whole body.”

“Lily, stop,” you said and grabbed her arm. You didn’t really want to discuss anything of your soulmate in front of others. It wasn’t their problem and you bet he didn’t want everybody to know about it.

“You’re making fun of it?” James asked quietly, but serious. You felt like there was a spotlight shining on you.

“Well, excuse me for trying to make sense out of it or trying to make fun of it. I didn’t know that I was only supposed to think about what an awful life my soulmate seems to have and how I can’t do anything to help. Thanks for the night, it was nice so far.” You stood up, taking your best friend with you and left the dorm. You didn’t notice that nobody wished you a good night.

“I’m sorry,” Lily said, but you told her she had nothing to be sorry for.

When you woke up the next morning and greeted Lily she didn’t answer. She sat on her bed and didn’t move. You sat down next to her and before you could ask she pointed to a little bruise on her arm – the position where she had pinched James to proof that he isn’t her soulmate.

“It’s seems chilly outside, it won’t be weird for us to wear the sweaters,” you pointed out and for that day you didn’t talk about it until she climbed into the bed with you when you were supposed to sleep.

After the night in the boys dorm it became kind of awkward, especially with Remus. You didn’t study together anymore. You were surprised that Sirius were the only one still freely talking with you and so the two of you were walking on the grounds when you had a free period while your friends all had class.

“Hey, can we slow down?” you asked and put a hand on his arm.

“Of course, are you okay?” he asked.

“I don’t feel,” you stopped the sentence. And then you stopped everything because you fainted. It wasn’t long, because when you opened your eyes again you saw Sirius face in front of you.

“There you are. How are you feeling?”

“Not so good?”

“Can you walk to the infirmary?” You told him you would try and together you made you way inside the castle – your arms linked and just taking a break once.

Madam Pomfrey told you to sit on the bed. “Do you faint often?” she asked. You told her that this had been the first time, but you feel rather dizzy once a month. Just when you thought it couldn’t get more awkward, she asked if you’re sexually active. When you looked mortified at Sirius Madam Pomfrey paused.

“Mister Black, what are you still doing here?” she asked surprised. “Go outside, wait there if you must. But give the poor girl some privacy.”

He winked at you and walked outside. She examined you and gave you something to take when you were on your period so you wouldn’t feel dizzy anymore. She reminded you to drink more water in this time and you were excused. You were surprised to see Sirius still waiting in the hall, but he accompanied you to lunch without asking anything. But you noticed that there was a cup of water in front of you when you sat down.

Since you were thirteen you had a rather ugly scar just above your heart. It was a nasty scar and you didn’t want to think about how awful it had to be for your soulmate and why you both had that scar. Since the summer you often covered your skin in your paint. And today you had a feeling you needed to do this with this particular scar.  

You were alone in your room so you took place in front of your mirror and while you looked over to the colours you felt the need to use just ink. You were aiming for the head of a wolf (maybe because the werewolf theory was stuck in your head?) but the more you painted it seemed more like the head of a dog. Never the less you were pleased with the outcome. You smiled when you took a last glance in the mirror before you got dressed to start your day. Somehow you felt lighter than before.  

That day you didn’t see much of Sirus who was in the library searching for something. Remus joined him, but it was still strange. The tension had left your little group over the last month and you were sitting together for dinner. You noticed how Sirius always seemed to refill your cup with water until you told him to stop it. Lily seemed to warm up to James and he was almost walking on clouds because of it.  

The topic of soulmates wasn’t mentioned anymore by any of you.

“What are you doing tonight?” James asked.

“We’ll meet up with the Hufflepuff girls, what about you?” you answered as Lilys mouth was still full of carrots.

“I need to go to the library again,” Sirius said, but it didn’t matter to him that you all could see that he was munching potatoes.  

“What are you doing there? Planning a new prank? Should we be worried?” Lily asked when she had finally finished her vegetables.

“It’s personal,” he just answered, but that didn’t really ease your worry about getting pranked.

When you woke up the next day you didn’t feel any different other than feeling refreshed as it was Sunday and you could sleep in. You went to the bathroom and when you started to scrub the ink off your body, you haltered. Did you use Lilys powder? No, you were alone when you inked yourself. So why didn’t the paint fade away. Well the water turned black but the picture of the dog stayed on your skin. You scrubbed and scrubbed, but it still stayed there.  

You were confused but as you couldn’t do a thing you decided to end your shower. After getting dressed in a sweatshirt you made your way to the great hall where Lily was sitting with the boy gang and they were talking loudly.

“Oh come on and show it, if you’re so proud of yourself,” you heard Lilys voice.

“You know if you want to see a shirtless guy, you can always ask me. You know I won’t hesitate.” James eyebrows rose suggestively.

“What’s going on?” you asked when you sat down next to Peter and grabbed a piece of toast.

“Well Sirius here got a tattoo yesterday and although he tells us how awesome it is he won’t show it,” Lily explained.

“How did you get a tattoo?” you asked confused and looked over to see Sirius smirking. While he started to tell something about how he got it you spotted black ink under his white dress shirt. Black Ink right above his heart. Black Ink that looked familiar. You leant over the table and knocked something over. While you heard Peter complain about his pants which were soaked now, you started to undo Sirius button.

“You could at least ask,” he started but you didn’t react. You opened another button and lifted the white fabric. You were looking at a black dog.

“Neat,” you heard someone say.

“I know this painting style,” the voice of a girl was heard. Probably Lily, but it was as if you stood in a fog. You couldn’t hear or see anything other than that black dog in front of you.

“This isn’t.... This...” you started, but you didn’t know how you should finish that sentence.

You heard Sirius saying your name. His grin has left his face as he saw your shocked one. “It's just a tattoo,” his voice came through to the fog. You turned around, almost falling over the bench and walked away. You heard the voices of your friends behind you asking if you’re okay.

“Sirius, how did you choose this motive?” Lily asked while Peter was still busy to dry his pants.

“Well, you know...,” Sirius blushed a little. “It just appeared yesterday morning. And I liked it so much I searched for a way how it could stay there.”

“Did that happen often?” the red head asked further.

“One summer,” James started.

“you were covers in sunflowers?” finished Lily.

“How do you know that? Did you tell her?” Sirius was glowering at his best friend. James threw his hands up in defence.

“And was there a scar before that ink?” Lily questioned again.

“Yeah, how do you know all about this?” Sirius asked confused while Remus had put the puzzle pieces together.

“Because your soulmate has just left the room,” Lily concluded.

“What?” were heard from three different mouths.

Lily said they should all search for you, but Sirius said he had a feeling he’s know where you’d be and James gave him a blank piece of paper. Sirius took it and walked away.

“There you are,” you heard Sirius voice behind you. There weren’t many people outside as it was the end of autumn so you had decided to go for a walk.

You had almost reached the Whomping Willow when you decided it was far enough. As you hadn’t planned to walk outside you didn’t have a jacket with you and the wind was blowing. You shivered but you didn’t want to go back inside to talk about what you had just found out.

“I grabbed you a blanket,” you heard Sirius voice again.

“I’m actually quiet shocked that we’re soulmates. We all thought that Moony was yours.” The boy sat down next to you, facing the trees and the castle like you.

“Why Remus?” you asked and he just shrugged.

There wasn’t anything said for a few minutes. “I don’t know what to say. I never knew what I should say when I imagined meeting my soulmate. I can’t even imagine.. It must have been horrible... Merlin, what have you gone through,” you finally said and put your fingers above his hand.

“I don’t really want to talk about it, if that’s okay for you. At least for now,” he said.

“Of course. How about we start as friends and if you want to talk about it, I’m here?” He smiled at you and nodded.

“So, you like to paint?” he asked and so you started to learn more about each other with your fingers still touching his.  

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Sin In The City {3}****

OFC Nalani x Lewis Tan x OFC Lynix Mini Series

Warning: Cursing, NSFW AT ALL, SMUUUUT, FILTH, Threesome, Girl on Girl Action, PLENTY OF WORDS, Grocery Eating 😉, First Person POV

Words: 12.9k 🤣🤣

Summary: Nalani and Lynix have been friends since they first grew hips and tits. They do everything together. When Lewis tells Nalani that he’s in Vegas for the weekend and invites her to come out, she jumps at the chance, especially when Lewis says the more, the merrier to bringing Nix along. The long weekend goes from a fun time to putting the “sin” in Sin City thanks to a secret plot Nalani concocts.

Note: As you know @munteanhorewrites and I are HUUUUGE Lewis Tan fans. The man is just absolute deliciousness and the whole entire package. So, Ru and I got to talking about him currently being in Vegas for the long weekend, and we thought, why not treat you guys while indulging ourselves. This is going to be a four-shot miniseries where Ru and I will each write two chapters for the four-day weekend of sheer debauchery. Thank you @munteanhorewrites for suggesting we combine our evil powers. Mwhahahaha! 😈😈

We hope you enjoy this. As always, thank you guys so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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-Chapter One: @royallyprincesslilly

-Chapter Two: @munteanhorewrites

-Chapter Three: @royallyprincesslilly

-Chapter Four: @munteanhorewrites

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Chapter Three: Thirst Comes at You Fast

 -Nix-

Groaning, I rolled onto my back for the umpteenth time. The brightness of the sun was blinding, and it was even worse because you had barely slept a wink. Thanks to what I’d seen last night, I tossed and turned and had the most salacious dreams I’d had in a long time. If I were honest, those dreams were downright filthy even by your standards. Now I wasn’t some innocent little thing. Not in the least, but over the last night, I’d dreamt of so many things.  

 It began with sitting on the couch right in front of those large windows and watching the show Lani and Lewis were putting on. I imagined sitting there with one of those expensive bottles of champagne just sipping as Lani took every inch of him down her throat. From the looks of him, she was taking quite a few inches and then some. The way he stared at me was unlike the way anyone had looked at me.

 I could tell that Lani was doing an excellent job from how his lips curled up at the side and how every so often his he grunted, making it echo over the waters of the pool. It was the sexiest sound I’d heard in a long time, and it should have been shameful how quickly it made me wet, but I felt no shame. All I felt the entire night was the slickness between my thighs that never seemed to go away, the heat in the bed though the air conditioner was on all night, and the sheets were silk and always remained cool. Whenever I found a comfortable spot, I had to roll seconds later because of the intense desire that coursed through me. It was frustrating, to say the least.

 There were three things that made me cranky and bitchy. One, when I was over hungry. Two, when I was exhausted. Three, when I was horny with no way to relieve myself. This morning I’d found myself struggling with numbers two and three, and one was steadily creeping up on me. As I showered, I still couldn’t get what I’d witnessed last night out of my mind. This time I zeroed in on the way Lewis had gripped Lani’s head and fucked her throat. The sounds coming from her made it seem like he was hitting places in her throat she’d never known.

 Without even realizing it, my hand crept down my belly to the apex of my thighs. Quickly, I pulled my hand away and hit the tiled wall.

 “Fuck! This cannot be happening.”

 My head ran to Lani’s words from the other day.

 “How would you feel about a threesome with me and Lewis.”

 She was serious. I knew it from the look in her eyes. When Lani was serious about something, she had this determined look.

 “You don’t need to be alone. It can be a one off thing. I’ll take care of you; Lewis will take care of you. It’ll be fun.”

 The thought of that had me pausing as the soap washed from my body. If I was honest with myself, that didn’t sound half bad. There were benefits of threesomes; I thought to myself as I tried to formulate a list of pros and cons.

 “Pro, complete pleasure on all fronts.”

 Just thinking of the possibilities for pleasure had goosebumps peppering my skin. As soon as I began thinking about that pleasure, I thought of a con.

 “Con, pity fuck.”

 That was all it took for me to eighty-six the idea and finish up with my shower. Once out, I tackled the daunting task of my hair. That alone usually took me almost an hour, depending on the style I chose. Today I wanted something sleeker, which meant busting out my flat iron. Deciding on a chill look for the day, I opted for as little makeup as possible before making it to my luggage to choose my outfit for the day.

Once I made it downstairs, I could smell the food and coffee and knew that Lani and Lewis had probably already started without me. It was fine. I needed that extra time to myself to steel myself to be in the same room as him, especially after last night. When I descended the steps and turned into the dining area, Lani was the first to see me. Her face brightened like the sun after a sun shower as she got up and made her way to me.

 When she threw her arms around me, I returned the embrace. From behind her, Lewis sat at the table still. His eyes met mine, and again, the look in them was enough to light a match on sight. He was the one to look away first, though.

 “You decided to take your sweet time this morning,” Lani teased.

 “Yeah, I just needed some me time.”

 Lani peeped into my eyes while crinkling her brow, nonverbally asking if I was okay. Giving her a soft smile, I rubbed her back.

 “I’m good best friend.”

 The two of you walked back to the table. Lani walked around it to sit beside Lewis again.

 “Good morning Nix.”

 The way he said my name made butterflies flit in my belly. Swallowing the small lump that had formed in your throat, I spoke. “Good morning.”

 Once I was sitting, I reached for the orange juice pitcher. If I were lucky, it would be mimosas. Pouring it into the glass, I took a small sip and sighed. Bingo, I thought.

 “How’d you sleep?”

 Glancing at him, I nodded. “Great. I mean, not great, but fine.”

 “What happened?”

 Lani was pouting now.

 “Nothing really, just tossed for a bit. It was so damn hot,” I informed as I piled my plate with an assortment of the food on the table.

 “I wasn’t hot last night. It was cold. I had to snuggle close to Lew,” Lani expressed.

 “Yeah. We were fine. Maybe it’s one of those things you just have to—ride,” Lewis suggested.

 I could feel his eyes on me, and ninety-five percent of me said don’t look up, don’t chance it to find out. The other five percent said just take a peek; that one peek won’t hurt.  It was that five percent I listened to. When I looked at him, he’d just popped a strawberry into his mouth. My eyes instantly dropped to his lips, and I watched him chew the fruit. He did it impossibly slow. When he snaked his tongue out to lick his lips, I could have come just like that. When I looked back to Lewis’s face, his eyes were on me.

 The way he looked at me had a fire creeping up my spine so slowly that its burn felt like a blaze that fanned out throughout your body. He knew he had sex appeal, and from his look alone, he knew how to use it as a weapon.

 “So--,” Lani stretched out bring my attention to her.

 “Maybe we should talk about the elephant in the room.”

 Crinkling my brow, I put a piece of the strawberry pancakes that were in front of me into my mouth.

 “Last night. Me and Lew. You saw,” Lani enlightened.

 My eyes dropped back to my plate as I pretended to intently focus on swirling the strawberries around in the strawberry syrup and powdered sugar mixture.

 “It’s okay, Nix; you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. We didn’t think,” Lani explained.

 “It’s fine. It’s his penthouse and your—you can do whatever.”

 “Funny choice of words,” Lewis murmured before he tilted his head back and dropped a few blueberries into his mouth.

 Glancing at him, I saw Lani rest her hand atop his chest as she smiled then whispered something in his ear. Lewis smiled and kissed her. Watching the carnal kiss between them, I couldn’t look away. As I was going to, Lewis’s eyes met yours again. It was probably one of the most sinful things you’d seen. As he was passionately kissing Lani, he was giving me eyes that said come join in.

 I have to be imagining that.

 Lowering my eyes, I focused on the food and tried to ignore the moans across the table. I usually wasn’t a prude, I was pretty free with my body and inhibitions, but I felt as if I were crowding them for some reason. Like I shouldn’t be there.

 “So--,” Lani began again a sing-song in her voice.

 She was in such a good mood. Why wouldn’t she be? The effort I’d seen her put into getting all that thing in her mouth said he gave her several inches of reasons to be happy.

 “It’s cool, Lani, I understand. What’s the plan for the day?”

 Lewis and Lani looked at each other and smirked before Lani sly shrugged.

 “I thought we could hop on some ATVs and ride through the desert,” Lewis piped up.

 Lani’s eyes widened at the same time mine did.

 “That sounds so fun but dirty,” Lani said.

 “Getting dirty is all the fun,” Lewis said at the same time I did. Our eyes met again, and I saw the playfulness in them.

 “See, Nix gets it,” Lewis added, making you smirk.

 “Okay, ATVs in the desert it is,” Lani confirmed at the same time my phone rang.

 Glancing down, I realized it was Cesar. I would have rolled my eyes, but right now, I needed the distraction.

 “I’m gonna--,” I began pointing to my phone.

 “Yeah, you can use the office around the corner if you need some privacy,” Lewis offered.

 I rose from the table with my phone in hand and made my way to the office. Before I turned the corner, I heard Lani shout after me.

 “That better not be Caesar’s clingy ass. I rebuke him!”

 Pinching my lips, I dipped into the room but heard Lewis’s voice before I pulled up the door just a bit.

 “Who’s Caesar?”

 Leaning on the edge of the executive size desk, I looked out the window and answered.

 “Hey, Caesar.”

 “Hey there, angel face.”

 The sound of the pet name he’d always called me had me smiling for a few moments.

 “I went by your apartment earlier. Were you asleep?”

 “No, I’m not in Miami.”

 The silence on the line stretched.

 “Oh yeah? Where you at?”

 I thought about it for a little while. Caesar was a jealous guy. He was also territorial. It always led to an argument of some sort. At times I didn’t mind it, but other times, it was a pain in the ass.

 “Nix,” Caesar breeched.

 “Vegas for the weekend,” I replied.

 “You alone, or is Lani with you?”

 “What’s with all the questions?”

 “I just miss you. I wanted to spend some time together.”

 I walked closer to the floor to ceiling window and gazed out over the view of Vegas. The sin in sin city was resting for now, but I knew it would awaken once again by the time six hit.

 “C, we talked--,” I began before he cut me off.

 “You’re tryna tell me you don’t miss me?”

 I almost laughed out loud. I didn’t miss him per se.

 “C, let’s not do this.”

 “Wow, Nix. Are you fucking kidding me? For the last month and a half, we’ve been working on getting back together.”

 “You’ve been working for that, C,” I thundered before lowering my voice a tad bit lower to continue. “You’ve been the one fueling this. I told you that I wasn’t sure. I told you that it might not be a good idea.”

 “What am I supposed to listen to? Your words or you spending nights at my apartment?”

 He was right. I’d muddied the waters by turning him into my sporadic fuck buddy even though I knew it was a bad idea.

 “Horniness was the root of all evil and bad decisions,” I whispered out, pressing my forehead to the glass.

 “What was that?”

 “Nothing, C. Look, how about we talk when--.”

 “Everything okay in here?”

Glancing back, I saw Lewis filling the doorframe. He wore a pair of dark ripped jeans that hugged his long legs so well and a black short-sleeve Henley that accentuated the size of his biceps and showed off how good of a shape he was in. Unconsciously my teeth sunk into my bottom lip. He looked fucking good.

 “Who the fuck is that? You said it was you and Lani.”

 Cesar’s voice was so loud it had me coming to my senses. I pulled my eyes from Lewis and looked back out the window.

 “Yeah, everything is fine,” I replied to Lewis before responding to Cesar. “C, we’ll talk when I get back.”

 “No, who the fuck is that? Nix, don’t play with me,” Cesar cautioned. I could hear the jealously in his voice.

 “We’re ready to go. Thought I’d come to get you,” Lewis informed.

 “Yeah. C, I gotta go.”

 Before Cesar could respond, I ended the call and sighed out.

 “Are you okay?”

 His voice was coming from behind me. When I turned, he was resting on the desk with one leg up and the other planted on the floor.

 “Uh—yeah, fine,” I lied.

 “You don’t look okay. You didn’t sound okay a little while ago. I hear you shouting.”

 Nodding, I shrugged, trying to play off your annoyance. It was your own fault.

 “Boyfriend?”

 “I told you, I don’t have one of those.”

 Lewis nodded and sipped from the glass I just realized he held. From where I stood, it smelled tropical, and you guessed it was some fruit juice.

 “Okay, so not a boyfriend—maybe a friend with benefits?”

 Lewis quickly clenched his jaw. It was so quick I almost missed it. That one action had my interest piquing all the way up. What was that for?

 “I don’t have one of those either. He was a horny mistake,” I admitted before turning my back to him again.

 “Ah, horniness. I see. You settled, and now you can’t get rid of him. Sucks to be you.”

 I felt his breath brush against my ear, and the scent of pineapple and grapefruit hit your nose. I could also feel the warmth from his body. He was close. Holding my breath, I kept my body as still as possible and waited for the moment to pass.

 Lewis now stood beside me, looking out the vast windows you were. Neither of you spoke. You focused on the tease in his voice. He was taunting me. Every so often, the soft clinking of ice against crystal echoed in the room, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. Not that I could ever think that. His scent was too powerful. He smelled earthy like he walked through the thick of Guam's forests, then went to the mountains of Tibet to soak up the scent of freshly fallen snow and fresh air. To top it off, I could pick up faint traces of salt. Not cooking salt but the salt of the ocean. The other subtle hints of rose and some exotic flower only made him that more delectably alluring. It was such a good scent.

 “In life, I’ve learned that lesson. Never settle. No matter what it is, never settle. You deserve the best, and the best will come.”

 I looked at him at the same moment he looked at me. Our eyes lingered, but we didn’t speak. There didn’t feel like there was a need to.

 “Plus, you’re too beautiful for the universe not to bend to your will,” Lewis finished.

 My belly fluttered, and without even realizing it, my body swayed sideways. By the time I realized it, I was leaning so far sideway that I lost my balance. With reflexes like nothing I’d ever seen before, Lewis reached out and caught me, pulling me to his body. That was when my skin decided to shoot fire throughout my body. The beauty in his cognac eyes only served as another distracting factor. Now that I was closer, the scents that were subtle before were now more prominent.

 I wonder if he tastes like the sea.

 The thought was a quick one, but it also quickly ruined you. Feeling my nipples bead underneath my thin shirt, I silently prayed he was none the wiser. A flicker of fire sparked in his eyes that made them appear slightly darker. I watched his tongue slowly snake across his full bottom lip. He was wiser. He’d noticed.

 Before he could speak, I pulled away but did it a little too quickly. Lewis’s hand slid from my back to my hips and steadied me. Once I was steady, he didn’t lower them; instead, I felt him squeeze my shapely hips. I thought of moving but I couldn’t. Seconds later, it was Lewis who stepped back, dousing that magnetic energy between you that had encompassed the room.

 “Em—you might wanna--change for the desert,” Lewis suggested.

 Without a word, I walked out of the room and hurried to my room, the whole time admonishing myself for whatever the hell that was.

 Once the three of us got into the chauffeured car, I’d managed to pull myself together and find my chill and detachment. I kept one ear on the conversation in the car, so I could respond when needed. For the most part, I was lost, creating a new blog post about your weekend while going through comments on your post on IG yesterday. You were going to ignore the hot man in the car as long as you could.

 When the car rolled up to our destination, my jaw dropped. For as far as I could see, there was nothing but sand. It gave me a sense of peacefulness.

 “This is gonna be so lit,” Lewis said as he clapped his hands before he dropped a heavy-handed slap to Lani’s ass, making her squeal and giggle.

 “Lewis,” Lani whined as he led the way chuckling to himself.

 For the next fifteen minutes, we listened to the rules, safety precautions, and expectations. After there was a quick demo on how to operate the ATV, then we all signed waivers. Once the formalities were out of the way, each of us ran to an ATV. The one I chose was a camo printed one that looked so badass. I was so excited, and once I climbed on, I glanced over to Lewis, whose eyes were already on you, but they were not looking at my eyes. They were much lower on your ass. Scoffing, I shook my head then revved my engine.

 “Get into it!”

 With that, I sped off, leaving Lewis and Lani in my wake. It didn’t take long for Lani to pull up beside you. she shouted out into the open air then sputtered, spitting out sand.  I couldn’t help but laugh at her. Hearing a sound on the other side of me, I turned and saw Lewis. He was now in a tank with his shirt tied around his mouth like a mask. Genius, I thought. I could hear his muffled words but couldn’t make them out. Shrugging, I spoke into my helmet mouth guard.

 “Sorry, can’t hear you above the sound of you eating my dust!”

 Picking up the speed, I pulled ahead. When they caught up again, I swerved in another direction and did it again and again. Each time I swerved, someone took over the lead. Neither of us kept lead for long. Each one of us had a strong competitive side.

 A few hours passed with desert riding. Lewis was the one to be the show-off. He did flips, standing tricks, and other dangerous stunts while Lani and I looked on with our mouths wide. His adventurous side called to me, making it impossible to steer clear of your rapidly increasing thirst for him.

 It also didn’t help to watch on as he and Lani kicked up the PDA. Almost every time I glanced around, Lani was either hugging on him from the back of his ATV, or his tongue was down her throat. They were cute, but it only made me think of watching them last night, and that made me think of Lani’s suggestion for a threesome. That suggestion hadn’t left my mind all day. I was still so frustrated that the idea of it was not as gobsmacking as it had been. The more and more Lewis’s eyes found you or parts of my body from across the desert, the further away from shocking you got.

 Because of Lani’s whining over how sandy she was, we took a break letting her clean off a bit. I didn’t mind the dirt. While she cleaned up, it left Lewis and me alone. We played around on the ATVs, just acting like kids. It was a lot of fun. After a while, I suggested we stop to capture some of our surroundings for my blog and social media. Lewis agreed, wanting to get his own shots.

 I took video after video and even recorded a few short ones before taking several selfies. When I looked over to Lewis, I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans to peel them off quickly. There was no way I could look away. I was confused as to what he was doing and, honestly, who would look away. Once free from the jeans, he pulled off his tank leaving the scarf he’d worn from before.

 “How is it possible for him to look like he belongs in the desert too?”

 The wind picked up, and the sand blew around him as he stared out toward where the sun shone. My eyes traveled over every dip and curve of his perfectly lean and toned body. No wonder Lani was in heavy lust. He looked like he not only broke backs but possibly parts of the female anatomy.

 Lewis looked back, and for a few moments, it looked like he was walking in slow motion.

Holy Shit.

 Before I even realized it, he was standing in front of me.

 “You got a little drool,” Lewis teased before he hopped onto the bumper of your ATV.

 “Whatever. You wish.”

 It was a weak rebuttal and nowhere near believable. We sat in silence for a little while, taking in the scenery.

 “It’s beautiful huh.”

 “Yeah. Makes you feel like the only human left on earth,” I added.

 “Well, if I were the only human left on earth, I’d want you with me.”

 Our eyes met again, and my heart raced, making me look away. Again, the silence stretched until you found something to say.

 “I’m really sorry about last night,” I began.

 Lewis snorted, making you look at him again with confusion etched on my face.

 “What’s so funny?”

 Lewis didn’t speak right away; instead, he studied me as if he were looking for something. He sighed then licked his lips.

 “Do you know what I see in your eyes?”

 “What?”

 “You’re not sorry.”

 My jaw dropped, and my eyes bugged. “What!”

 “Yeah. You’re not sorry you saw. You’re sorry you got caught,” Lewis cockily informed.

 “Caught? What am I a child? It’s not like I snuck out there to spy.”

 “No, I know that. I do know, though, that if I hadn’t looked up and seen you, you probably would have continued watching.”

 He got me there. I probably would have. It was a good show.

 “Again, your eyes say it all. Not only are they completely hypnotizing, but they’re also very expressive.”

 Was he hitting on me?

 The look on his face said he might have been, but his eyes were masked. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

 “All day, I’ve been trying to figure out if your physical reaction to my touch is an instinctual thing or if it’s more.”

 Wow, I thought. The man was so self-assured. He didn’t come off insecure at all. It was both attractive and slightly annoying. No man should be that confident. I looked away and hopped off the ATV, sinking into the sand. Before I could walk off, I felt his body behind me, barely touching me, and his hand spread across my stomach, keeping me in place.

 Oh, fuck. This is not what I needed right now.

 Lewis didn’t speak. He just remained perfectly still. The longer his hand remained on my stomach, the hotter it seemed to get. I didn’t know how long passed with us standing like that, but I was sure it was long enough for the heat from his hand to sear away the high waist of my biker shorts. It had to have been. It felt like there was no barrier between his hand and your skin.

 On your left, you felt his other hand slowly snake up the length of your arm. Where it went, it left an agonizing burn that slowly at away at you. By the time Lewis’s hand made it to your shoulder, he moved your hair so his head could gently touch the side of your face. Still, the smell of his skin wasn’t masked by the sand all around him. It hadn’t done anything at all. I heard him take a deep inhale before he moaned.

 “I know what you want, Nix. I can see it every time I look into your eyes. Fuck I can feel it. All you have to do is say the words.”

 I could feel his touch on my neck as if he really did touch me, but alas, he never did. He was so close. All he had to do was tip out his tongue. Lewis released a guttural groan.

 “Put us both out of our misery, Sunshine,” Lewis finished before he released you and walked away toward an approaching Lani.

 “Son of a bitch.”

 ~~~~~~~~

It was lunchtime, and I was starving and hornier than I’d been before we left. Only now it wasn't because I’d inadvertently saw Lewis and Lani together, no it was because of Lewis’s words. I had no idea what he meant by he knew what I wanted. How the hell could he know that? I didn’t even fully know what I wanted. Every few hours, it changed.

 When Lewis, Lani, and I got back to the penthouse, we showered and changed, then made it to another beautiful restaurant. Deciding not to pretend I were less hungry than I was, I ordered whatever I wanted. As we all ate, the conversation was never strained. Lani told stories of the countless adventures we’d had, all the while never leaving out not one embarrassing detail. Throughout the stories, Lewis looked genuinely interested. He listened with a tuned ear and sincere interest. I liked watching the different emotions light up his face. It was like reliving the memory but through someone else’s eyes.

Every once in a while, Lewis’s eyes found mine, but again they were masked and almost detached. It was an interesting change from earlier, one that had me doubting what I thought I saw and heard.

 At times when he spoke to me, his choice of words always threw me. When asked if he wanted more of the dim sum, he looked at me and said, “I want it.” When Lani complimented her food, Lewis looked at me, bit his bottom lip, and said, “Bet it tastes good.” I squirmed, shifted, and tried to handle it throughout lunch, but the last thing he said threw you. We were all eating dessert. I’d chosen something simple like a sorbet while he and Lani went in on some decadent chocolate, vanilla, and cherry concoction. They took turns teasing me about wanting it. It was Lewis who locked eyes with me and rocked all reserve with his “you want this deep inside.”

 What the fuck was I supposed to say to that? I had no idea, and he knew I had nothing. He also knew he’d had an effect. He’d had such a profound effect that my panties were now uncomfortably soaked. Asshole, I thought. He knew he was one; the sly smirk on his face said it. You watched him dip his spoon into his mouth and moan. He was pleased with himself.

 After lunch, I had steam to blow, so gambling was my suggestion. What else would bring almost as much pleasure as sex than winning more money than you came with? We went from table to table, placing bets, dropping chips, and claiming double what was wagered. Lani was a pro at Roulette, which she proudly showed off, winning two grand like it was easy. I was a monster at Blackjack. No matter the casino, or the deck of cards, or even those around me. I dominated the Blackjack table for almost two hours, winning hand after hand until management capped my winnings at six grand. I understood. They didn’t want me cleaning them out. Lewis was an ace at Poker and Craps and gladly let his cocky side.

 Before every roll of the dice, Lewis held them out for both Lani and me to blow on. The first time he held them out to me, I was confused. That was when he said, “Blow me.” The look he gave me had way too much effect on me. His amusement from my delayed reaction was evident, and he enjoyed making you pause. Roll after roll had him winning game after game at the Craps table. Every time he won, Lani wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged his head to her breasts.

 Their antics brought so many eyes, including mine, but I was having so much fun winning that I didn’t care when Lani pulled me into a sandwiched hug with Lewis in the middle leaving his head was pressed between yours and Lani’s breasts. Lewis crept his hand around my hip, resting it right at my hip bone. That was when I could have sworn I felt lips slide across my nipple. The instantaneous reaction began with my nipple hardening and my back arching slightly, all while a soft moan rolled from my lips. When I glanced down, Lewis was looking at me, and for a second, I forgot where I was and who I was.

 Lani cleared her throat, pulling my attention to her. The look on her face said all you needed to know. She was liking the way things were going.

 When I shied away from Lani and Lewis, I tested out a few of the slot machines wanting to try your luck there. It took some time for your streak to start, but there was no stopping it once it did. You struck gold every time you pulled down the handle on the side of the machine.

“Either you’ve got the Midas touch, or you’re rigging the machine.”

 You turned and saw Lewis standing there looking at the machine.

 “How would I have rigged it?”

 He shrugged and leaned on the seat I was sitting in. “There are ways.”

 “I just have the Midas, I guess.”

 Lewis smiled and nodded. “Looks like it. How much have you won today?”

 “More than you make in a month,” I teased.

 The laugh Lewis let out brought so many eyes to us, and he didn’t seem to care. I liked that he didn’t pay attention to others and focused on being himself.

 “Wow, you have quite the sass, huh.”

 I shrugged and pulled the lever again. We watched the screen as the images rolled in, showing off another win.

 “I should keep you by my side at all times. You just may be the luckiest woman I’ve ever met.”

 Before I could answer, another voice to my left drew my attention.

 “I second that.”

 He was tall, with a perfect jawline that was so chiseled it could have cut steel. His eyes were a deep green close to the color of seaweed, and his smile said he should work as a game show host or something.

 “Name’s Brian. I couldn’t help but watch you. You’re gorgeous.”

 On your right, Lewis scoffed in such a way there was no misinterpreting what it meant.

 “Uh—Lynix,” I replied.

 “Such an exotic name, almost reminds me of a Lynx cat, of course, sexier,” Brian added.

 “Oh boy, here we go,” Lewis chimed in. I glanced at him with a curious look, wondering why he was acting like this.

 “You are?”

 Lewis turned to the newcomer crossing his arms over his chest, making his biceps pop in the polo shirt he wore.

 “Don’t worry about all that. No one asked you to come over here.”

 My jaw dropped because that sound a lot like possessiveness. Brian stood tall and turned to Lewis as well.

 “Who can stay away from a beautiful woman like her? All I wanted to do was get next to greatness,” Brian slid in, making me smile. He was smooth. Looking at Lewis’s face, he didn’t look amused.

 Right when Lewis was about to say something, Lani came by giving Brian the once over.

 “What’s going on?”

 “Nothing,” I answered before Lewis could. Lani looked at me then, Brian. It was her asking if she wanted him gone. I slightly shook my head. I wanted to play this out.

 “Who’s your friend?”

 “This is Brian. He was just about to take me for a drink. Right, Brian?”

 Brian looked surprised by that, but not for long. A few seconds after I said it, his smile spread again.

 “Absolutely.” He held out his arm and waited for me to take it. When I did, I glanced at Lewis, whose jaw was clenched and eyes blazing. You knew a displeased man when you saw one, and he was definitely displeased.

While I had a drink with Brian at one of the bars and listened to him talk about his time in Vegas, I saw Lani and Lewis at the bar as well. They were drinking and whispering, having a grand ol’ time, but every so often, Lewis glanced over to you with the only annoyed look on his face. When he did, Lani looked amused, giving me a look that said she peeped it. Halfway through my drink, my phone went off.

 MSG Lani: Pity fuck huh. 🙄 

 I looked at her, narrowed my eyes then gave her the same eye roll she gave me in text. She wasn’t funny, not one bit. However, she might have a point, I thought. As I continued my conversation, Lani and Lewis came over to join you. Lani went on Brian’s right while Lewis came up to your left. He was close enough for me to smell the dark rum that swirled with his cologne. While Lani talked to Brian, he focused all his attention on her.

 “Another horny mistake?”

 His voice was a whisper that made it easier to smell the rum he was drinking. Lewis took another sip from his heavy crystal glass, but he didn’t look at me. He kept his eyes on the plethora of bottles decorating the wall of the bar.

 “Who said I was horny?”

 Lewis then looked at me and smirked. “Aren’t you?”

 I looked over the features of his face and got lost on his lips. They looked soft and well cared for.

 Jesus, I’m lusting.

 “Are you?”

 Lewis took another sip then sucked in a slow breath through his mouth. He didn’t speak for several moments. He just stared into my eyes like he was looking for something.

 “If you only knew,” Lewis whispered before looking away to finish his glass of Rum this time.

 “I’m sure Lani can help with that. There are plenty of corners, although I doubt you two need corners or privacy.”

 In seconds you felt Lewis’s breath on my ear. “What do you need, Nix?”

 Holy Shit!

 Though I tried, I couldn’t get any words to pass my lips. Not one.

 “All you have to do is say the words, tell me,” Lewis whispered again, his lips softly grazing my ear.

 My heart was racing so fast that I was sure there was no way he didn’t hear it. I was also sure that he could smell my arousal. I was that wet. Someone’s phone went off, and the unexpected sound broke the tension of the moment. Clearing my throat, I stood and adjusted my skirt.

 “Dinner. I think we should get to dinner,” I stuttered, walking away.

 I needed to get upstairs to that bedside drawer, and I needed to get there now. The car ride was the longest. As I sat there beside Lani, I couldn’t stop squirming. Every move I made, the slickness between my legs only turned me on more.  

 MSG: Did you tell him?

MSG Lani: Tell who what?

MSG: Don’t play innocent with me, Lani. Did you tell him?

 Lani looked at me, and I narrowed my eyes. There was no way she didn’t bring up her threesome plan to him. He’d gone from mildly seductive just from his aura to extremely panty soaking in one day. Lani rolled her eyes and tapped into her phone.

 MSG Lani: I did, but before you get mad, it wasn’t any serious. I just said I mentioned it to you.

MSG: Lani!

MSG Lani: Don’t be mad. It’s no big deal.

MSG: What did you say?

MSG Lani: That I’d asked, and you turned me down. He wanted to know why, and I said you had your reasons.

 I didn’t fully believe her.

 MSG Lani: I promise it’s no big deal.

 Sighing, I slipped my phone between my knees, leaned back, and willed the car to hurry up.

 Once we got back to the hotel, Lani said she’d meet us upstairs because she wanted to book a spa treatment for tomorrow. I didn’t need to be told twice. The elevator ride with Lewis wasn’t uncomfortable; it was more tense than anything else. Both of our eyes remained on the changing dial as the floors ticked away. Neither of us spoke. When I did have the courage to look over at him, I saw that his jaw clenched, his arms crossed, but his back was straight as an arrow.

 Unexpectedly Lewis looked over to me, and it felt like he was daring me to do something. His lips were curled into a sly sort of smile before he bit his bottom lip. My belly fluttered, making me drop my eyes, but when I did, it landed it on something unexpected. The bugle in his pants had almost all of your reserve falling, leaving only one measly ounce. Thankfully, the doors opened into the hall leading to the penthouse. I made a mad dash toward the door and inside. Not sparing another look at Lewis, I hightailed it to my bedroom.

 Once inside, I stripped and hurried into the shower, hoping that the water would help with the slickness I felt that only fueled my arousal even more. It was next to impossible to stop thinking about someone bending me over in the shower, but somehow you managed to focus on getting clean rather than getting dirtier.

 After my shower, I only felt less wet but still horny as ever. I was barely able to get through putting on my makeup. My hands kept shaking at the worst times, and my concentration was shot to shit. I’d wanted my makeup to match the dress I planned on wearing, but I couldn’t even get that together for the life of me.

 “Get your shit together, Nix.”

 Another few minutes found me just giving up on the elaborate eye makeup I’d wanted and dropping my brush in frustration. I rested my forehead on my hand and took a few deep breaths.

 “Fuck it!”

 I got up, walked over to my bed, and laid down. Once I reached inside the drawer to get my vibrator. Instead of using it our the gate, I slipped my fingers between my legs, only becoming half surprised to find I was already as wet as I’d been before I got into the shower. I ran my fingers up and down my slickened slit once, then twice and third. Each time I shuddered from the delicate pleasure that rolled through me. A soft but husky moan escaped my throat.

 Dipping my fingers into my heat, I brought the slickness back to my clit and circled the desperate bud. It wasn’t long before I’d closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure that was increasing by leaps and bounds with each passing second. Dripping my thighs back to the bed, I sped my movements making tight circles rather than the bigger ones from before.

 “Oh my god, yes!”

 There was no way I was going to last much longer. I could already feel the tension filling the pit of my stomach. Dipping my fingers back inside my cavern, I used them to replicate what I imagined Lewis did. At the thought of him, my eyes flew open to stare at the ceiling. While Lani was giving him head, I hadn’t been able to see just what he was blessed with. The only indication I’d gotten was from the constant gagging Lani did. She had said that he was more endowed than anyone she’d been with. I was curious now.

 My fingers had sped their plunge, and with it, so did the moans that fell from my lips. Soon your moans and whimpers cascaded from you. By the time I wondered if Lewis could hear me, I was too far gone. It was then I looked down my body to find Lewis at the door watching me. I should have screamed and clamped my legs shut or even hid from shame or embarrassment, but I didn’t do any of that.

 Instead, I bit my bottom lip and slowly took my fingers from my body to bring them back to my clit.

 “Mmmm, yes.”

Lewis took a few steps more into my room and toward the bed. Our eyes never left one another, and the longer he stared, the more turned on you were becoming. When Lewis made it to the bed's foot, his eyes dropped to your sex, and another whimper escaped you.

“Fuck!”

 His voice was strangled, and his eyes on fire. Earlier it looked like it was anger or annoyance, but now it was neither of those.

 “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Nix.”

 Lewis dropped to the floor, coming eye level with your sex. He then took a deep inhale.

 “Mmmm, you smell incredible. Do you taste as good as you smell?”

 The combination of his voice and his words had my back arch slightly off the bed.

 “Does it feel good, Nix?”

 I nodded.

 “Tell me how good.”

 “So—So—good.”

 Lewis groaned, focused on your pussy. He looked almost transfixed. After a few seconds, his jaw dropped, and I could have sworn I saw a little drool at the corner of his mouth, but before it dribbled, he closed it again.

 “Goddamn, you’re so wet. Be a good girl and show me.”

 I brought my hand away, dipped it into my heat, and pulled it back to show him the slickness that coated my fingers. I heard an audible growl fill the room. The fact that it came from him only ruined me more. Dipping my fingers back inside, I did what I knew would get me off.

 “That’s right. Fuck that pussy, Sunshine. Show me how you like it.”

 Bringing my other hand into the mix, I circled my clit then looked at Lewis again. He looked like he’d inched closer, and I wanted him to bury his face in to take over.

 “Mmm, you’re so tight, I can tell. Spread that pussy open for me.”

 Doing as I was told, I spread it, but I never slowed the tight circles around my clit. I was so close.

 “You’re gonna come? Come for me, Nix. Let me see how beautiful you are when you come.”

 My whimpers turned into whines, and my tight circles turned sloppy and staggered as did the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out of my sopping core. In seconds my toes curled, and I’d bent off the bed as if I was a bridge.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck Lewis!”

My body shook for several long moments as I rode the waves of ecstasy and relished the tingles that spread through my body. I’d been holding a lot of tension, and now I could feel the little bubbles popping in thin air as they exited my body. When I looked back at Lewis, he was so close. Inching up, I withdrew me soaked digits and brought them to Lewis’s lips. Without needing to be told, he opened his mouth and sucked each and every one of my fingers clean.

 “Mmm, you taste amazing. Let me clean you up and eat that pretty pussy baby. I want it so bad.”

 That was what you wanted to. It amazed you how badly you wanted him to clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. As you opened your mouth to speak, you heard Lani shout your name. Lewis looked as if he’d found his senses. He rubbed his forehead and sighed before he stood from your bed foot.

 “I’m—sorry.”

 With that, he was gone. Though you were satisfied, I could feel the heat rising again.

 An hour later found me dressed, collected, and at a steakhouse with Lani and Lewis. Thank to my release, my body was more relaxed now, but my mind was a chaotic erotic nightmare. I couldn’t stop replaying what happened in my bedroom and he gall I’d had to feed him my fingers to clean off. The fire I’d seen in his eyes and the yearning I’d head in his voice was something I hadn’t expected.

 Would it really be a pity fuck?

 Lani flirted with Lewis using her seductive touches and whispers, and I could tell that he was hanging on but barely. Deciding to toy with him a little, I did what Lani did, but more subtly. When she ate off his plate, I did too. When she held his hand on top of the table, I slyly allowed my body to touch him underneath the table. When Lani leaned into him, I leaned over him to take a piece of food from Lani’s plate. The whole time I knew that he could see my cleavage.

 By the time we’d moved on to dessert, Lewis was the one squirming and downing his drink like his thirst was unquenchable. I loved seeing him squirm. He thought he had this power and control. He needed to be humbled to realize just which sex had the power in the world. When Lewis went to talk to the owner of the restaurant, I filled Lani in and tried to get whatever information she had. I knew she couldn’t be an innocent bystander, and she wasn’t.

 “I can’t believe you told him that.”

 Lani nodded. I saw the remnants of his drink and finished the glass.  The burn of the dark liquor was intense against my tongue.

 “So, he’s been acting like this all day on purpose?”

 “Lani smirked, giving the answer away. I couldn’t help but snort, bringing my hand to my head, smacking myself.

 “If you needed more evidence that you’re attracted to him or him attracted to you, then you have this entire day. Hell, you have the casino.”

 I looked at Lani silently, asking her to continue.

 “I saw how he was when that guy came over and flirted. Lewis can keep his cool about a lot of things, but I can always tell when he’s jealous.”

 “Jealous!? Lani, get real. That’s yo man. He wouldn’t be jealous.”

 Lani pulled me closer to her and rested her chin on my shoulder. “Why do you think I was so adamant about you coming this weekend?”

 Glancing to her, my brows crinkled, wondering what the hell she was talking about.

 “As I said, I’m only cool with sharing with you. A while ago, I knew Lew would like you, and I couldn’t think of anything better than having you by my side while we have some fun.”

 Snorting, I shook my head. “Lani--,” I began.

 “Stop frontin. You know you like him. You know this whole day you’ve been horny and wet for him.”

 At that moment, a thought filled me, making me gasp loudly, snapping my head to Lani.

 “Oh my god, did you put him up to this Nalani?”

 “Damn, my whole name, huh.”

 “You did!”

 I dropped my forehead into my hands while resting my elbows on the table. I couldn’t believe this. It kind of felt like my best friend was pimping me out to her sexy as hell fuck buddy.

 “Lani, you’re pimping me out.”

 “I am not. Think of this as more than sex. This could be something.”

 Rolling my eyes, I sighed, “Like what, a contractual fuck buddies situation?”

 “Shut up. No. Like he flies us where he goes, and we soak up the culture of the world while enjoying his company and the perks of it,” Lani explained, raising her eyebrows for emphasis.

 “Oh my god. We don’t need anyone to help us soak up the culture of the world, Lani. We do good on our own.”

 “True. It’s just—sometimes, it’d be nice if someone took care of us the way we take care of ourselves. Ya’ know?”

 I did know. I understood her completely. While it was great being able to do things and get things for yourself, it was also nice to be taken care of by someone on a different level. Sighing, I sat back and pondered her words. She had a point. Maybe I needed to just give in to what I really wanted. From across the restaurant, I could see Lewis talking to the owner. They were laughing like they’d been long time friends. The comfort between the two was evident. When he glanced back to Lani and me and pointed us out, the owner said something to him with a smile on his face—a smile Lewis returned with a nod.

 “Let’s head out. I think we can find a club that’s more up to our speed,” I said to Lani, raising one of my eyebrows.

 The excitement on Lani’s face said it all. She knew what time it was.

 When Lewis came back over, we took a picture with the owner. Lani and I were in front, stooping down like the Charlie’s Angel’s Charlie’s Angels wished they could be, while the two of them stood behind us. It was a dope picture.

 In the car, I whispered to the driver where to take us while Lani distracted him so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Thankfully the drive wasn’t too long since everything in Sin City was in short distance. When the car pulled up, and we piled out, I watched Lewis’s jaw drop when he saw the name of the establishment.

 Treasures.

 Lewis looked at both Lani and me as if we’d grown a pair of extra heads. Lani wrapped her arm around my waist and led me to the door.

 “Enter if you dare,” I teased, walking inside with a giggling Lani.

Once inside, we waited for Lewis to catch up. It was only a few seconds before he was behind us, draping his arms over both our shoulders.

 “Now, why would you ladies lure me here?”

 “Lure? Did we lure, Nix?”

 “Not at all. If we were to lure you, it would look like this.” I began turning around to face him while walking backward.

 “Are you coming?”

 Lani was the first to join my side, and then Lewis did the same with a wide smile. We walked to one of the empty lounges and sat with him in the middle.

 “Hi there, welcome to Treasures. I’m Pinky,” began a beautiful woman with pink hair, cheek piercings, and deep brown eyes.

  As I looked lower over her mahogany skin, my eyes couldn’t help but take in her incredible breasts that were barely concealed by her bedazzled bikini top. I didn’t know if they were implants of natural, but it didn’t matter. I bet they brought in plenty of horny men.

 “Hello, Pinky,” Lewis replied, leaning back on the lounger with a smile.

 “What can I get you three? Food, drinks, one of the girls?”

 Lewis looked at Lani, then me licked his lips and smiled again. “Whatever you ladies want.”

 Lani and I exchanged looks for a few moments communicating nonverbally.

 “How about a bottle of dark rum to get us started and maybe a girl for a dance,” Lani requested.

 “Sure thing? Any preference?”

 Lani and I smiled and replied, “Black and beautiful.”

 Lewis chuckled, “I third that.”

 When Pinky left, Lani leaned to Lewis and took out something rolled from his sports jacket's inner pocket. Lewis offered her the light, and I watched as she took a few puffs then released the smoke. When she did, I could tell just what it was.

 “Who knew weed was your cup of tea,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs.

 “Ha, there’s plenty you don’t know about me,” Lewis answered before he took a few puffs of his own. When he finished, he held it out to me.

 “Let’s hope by the time the sun comes up; you know me a lot better.”

 Those were more than empty words. I took the blunt and took several long drags from it, closing my eyes to allow the substance to work its way to my brain.

 Who knows, the odds of that statement becoming true were getting more and more likely.

 Fifteen or so minutes later, once the three of you had the bottle of rum open and taking turns gulping from the three hundred dollar bottle, a dancer named Lioness was doing her thing on the small table before us. Her outfit was perfect and showed off all her best assets—everything. When she approached Lani, she shook her ass in her face, to which Lani slapped one of her cheeks. Almost instantly, she gasped and held her hands back in an apologetic way. Lioness didn’t seem angry; instead, she sat in Lani’s lap and proceeded to give her a lapdance. Lani’s squeals said she was having a good time.

 “Oh no,” I whined, holding up the blunt that was now too small to hold.

 “Not to worry, sunshine, daddy’s got more,” Lewis said, showing the inside of his jacket.

 I smiled and reached for one coming even closer to his face. Glancing up, our eyes met, and that’s where they stayed.

 “You’re blazed,” Lewis said with a wide smile, one I returned.

 “Don’t laugh at me.”

 His smile softened, and his hand came to my cheek. “I’m not babygirl. I have better things I’d rather do than laugh at you.”

 From the side, I saw Lani nod her head, and Lioness approaching like a predator coming for her prey.

 “I hope this lapdance is one of them,” I said, nudging my head, making him look back to see Lioness approach to dance in front of him.

 “Wow.”

 Lewis leaned back and looked over her body, which gave me the time to light the new blunt. After taking a few puffs, Lani whined for her turn. We traded her for the blunt and me for the Rum. When Lioness sat in Lewis’s lap, he laughed. While he looked to be having a good time, he didn’t look to be on the brink of losing control. I got up and slinked around Lioness to Lani. As she took a puff, she held it out to me to take one. After I did, I gulped a mouthful of rum and moaned as it burned its path down my throat.

 Lani stood and began swaying to the music in front of you. The instrumental version of Desperado was blaring in the club with a slowed-down dub. It sounded a lot more seductive than the original.  Lani took the rum and handed me the blunt. As I took another drag, I leaned my head back and moaned. When I looked over to Lewis on the couch, his eyes weren’t on Lioness. They were on Lani and me. That was when the most devious idea popped into my head. Whispering to Lani to clue her in, she looked at me and gave me her sinister smile.

 I dug into my clutch, took out a few bills, then walked over to Lioness, tucked it into her jeweled thong, and whispered a thank you. Her smile was soft. She got the hint. Lani and I walked toward Lewis, held out our hands, and waited for him to take the bait. It wasn’t long before he did. Pulling him to us, Lewis’s body collided with ours.

 “Not interested in the dancer, baby?”

 Lewis smiled, took the blunt from my lips, and took a long pull from it then smiled.

 “How can I be when you two are right in front of me.”

“I think he wants a show of his own, Lani.”

 Her smile widened before she bit her bottom lip. “Then follow us, daddy. We’ll give you a show you’ll never forget.”

 Lewis’s smile slipped as he looked between the two of us. We’d sure gotten his undivided attention now. We turned then walked away to one of the rooms that were marked “private.”

 Once inside, the mirrored walls threw our reflections back. I walked to the mirror and fluffed my hair, and rubbed my lips together. My body was tingling, which was normal for when I drank and smoked. It was a pleasant tingle, one that had me feeling loose.

 “Oh Nixy,” Lani sing-songed making me turn to see her at the music player.

 The song that she’d chosen was a personal favorite. She walked to me while circling her hips. Once to me, she walked around me once, then went around to my back and placed her hand on my hip. Following her rhythm, I circled my hips with her and handed her the rum bottle. As she drank, I bent forward just a little, poking my ass out and onto her. Lani quickly slapped my ass, making me laugh. Soon we were both giggle loudly until Lewis’s figure in the center of the room caught our eye.

 “Forgot about me?”

 “Never, daddy,” Lani said as she walked to him, making me follow.

 Once in front of him, Lani rolled her hips, turning her back to him to bend forward. Lewis groaned then slapped her ass, making her moan. When he looked at me, I walked to his back then bent over his shoulder, making my breast press against him. Looking at him, I saw the desire in his eyes. I smiled and took the blunt from him, then went beside Lani. As I puffed, she went behind me to trail her hands down the center of my body until she turned me to her. The look on her face was easy to read.

 We both looked at Lewis before our lips met in a slow and teasing kiss. This wasn’t the first time we’d kissed. It wasn’t a big deal for either of us. When we pulled apart, we both looked back to Lewis and blew out the smoke we’d transferred and split. He didn’t look like he was breathing, but the bulge in his pants said he was alive.

 “Like what you see, daddy?”

 “Come here, princess.”

 Lani walked to Lewis. Once she was before him, he pulled her down by the back of her neck and kissed her intensely, making a slow heat roll through your belly and across your limbs. Before the kiss got too hot, he pulled away, looked at me, and smiled.

 “You too, sunshine.”

 I slowly walked toward him and stood beside Lani again. He didn’t touch me, though. His eyes slowly roamed my body, drinking in every curve. Lani sat on one of Lewis’s spread thighs.

 “Dance for us, Nix.”

 Not needing to be told twice, I turned my back to them and swayed to the music and slowly wined my hips, bringing myself to the floor to slowly stand up while bending, giving them a good view of my ass.

 “Goddamn, girl,” Lewis groaned out before he moaned.  

 Looking back at them, I winked then faced them to continue my seductive dance. Lani stood and joined me, poking out her ass onto me. I brought my hand down to return the slap she’d given me earlier. The action had her moaning. Slowly I brought my hands up her body, all the while never taking my eyes off of Lewis. He smiled and blew out the smoke making the room even hazier. With every breath I took, my high was only increasing, and my inhibitions decreasing. Bringing my lips to Lani’s ears, I whispered.

 “Let’s do it.”

 By the time we made it back to the penthouse, we were all higher than before and laughing up a storm. Once inside, Lani was the one to shout for the pool before she took off. Lewis was right behind her, leaving me to walk behind them. When I got outside, they’d already gotten into the pool, and Lani was in Lewis’s arms. The two were heavily making out. Their moans echoed off the water, leaving me to stand and watch for a few moments.

 When their eyes turned to me, Lani slipped from his arms to disappear under the water. His eyes drank you in, and the way he looked at me made boy heart race, my belly knot, and my sex quiver.

“The water’s great. Come in,” Lewis beckoned as he approached the edge of the pool.

I stood at the edge, watching him swim to me. Before he got there, he stopped, and I could see Lani under the water claiming his cock as her mouth’s possession. She sure wasted no time, I thought. Lewis moaned then rolled his neck. With his head dropped back, I was able to take in the way his shoulders stretched out and how his arms were the perfect combination of power and beauty. The glow of the blue light that was in and around the pool only accentuated his sexiness. When Lewis looked at me, I was about ready to see what the fuck Lani’s screams were all about and if he deserved such praise.

 I unzipped the side of the dress and allowed it to fall from my body to reveal the neon green of my lacy thong.

 “Jesus, you’re gonna kill me, sunshine.”

 I sat at the edge and dangled my legs in the water, and watched the wavy image of Lani, giving him head.

 “She sure can hold her breath long.”

 Lewis smiled and bucked his hips forward. Lani came up a few seconds later.

 “Lew, not fair. You could have killed me,” Lani whined to a smiling Lewis.

 “Look.”

 Lani looked back at me and smiled. Lewis leaned to her ear and spoke. “Told you, daddy would make you get what you wanted.”

 Lani smiled wider and swam to me. When she got close, she flung water at me, leaving it to train down my body. Lani hopped up onto the stone beside me and sat down as well. She was completely naked.

 “I remember these,” Lani began snapping the waistband of my thong.

 “You should. It was barely two weeks ago we got them,” I replied.

 “They still look cute on you, especially against your skin. Uugh, so fucking gorgeous, right daddy.”

 Our eyes went back to Lewis, who still hadn’t moved. His eyes were looking between us as if he didn’t know what to say or do. He slowly approached us, then stopped. His eyes roamed my naked upper half until they dripped to the garment in question. When I saw him bite his bottom lip, he nodded.

 “So fucking gorgeous.”

 I couldn’t help but smile. He had a way with words.

 “Can I?”

 He looked as if he were holding his breath, waiting for my answer. When I nodded, he closed the gap between us. Trailing his finger from my shin up over my knee and along my thigh, they reached the waistband of my underwear, and he snapped them purposefully. Lewis kissed my knee then moved over to Lani. He hoisted her legs out of the water, pressed them back, and got up close and personally with her pussy.

 His eyes locked with mine before he licked along her sex, making her moan. He did it again and again, then sucked Lani’s clit into his mouth. Her gasp was loud. He sucked her like there was no tomorrow, and with every move he made, Lani whimpered before her hand dropped to the top of his head.

 “Right there, daddy.”

 As he lapped at her core, he kept his eyes on me. The longer he gave her pleasure, the wetter I became, and the wetter I became, the more I wanted him to touch me. After several long minutes, he still hadn’t, and my frustration was beginning to show. Cupping my breast, I tweaked my nipple at the same time Lani’s whines increased.

 “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, daddy. Right there!”

 Lewis’s eyes were dark, and when he pulled back from Lani, his lips were wet. Lani whined.

 “Lewwww!”

 He dropped a slap to her clit, silencing her completely while having her drop her head back.

 “Oh, fuck.”

 Lewis smiled and came back over to me while cleaning his lips.

 “Do you remember what I told you this afternoon?”

 Thinking back, I remembered. When he saw that I had, he smiled again.

 “All you have to do is say the words,” Lewis repeated.

 The way he looked at me only solidified my decision and fueled my desire.

 “I want you,” I said. His smile widened, but he didn’t move.

 “While I love the way that sounds. Those aren’t the words.”

 “Lew, you know she wants you just--.”

 Again Lewis slapped Lani’s clit, and her body jerked, and a hand instinctively dropped between her legs. Lewis shot her a warning look, and in seconds she’s put her hands back on the stone surface. Lewis looked back at me and released a breath.

 “I want you to fuck me.”

 Lewis smiled, showing his perfect teeth. He approached, sliding his hands over my thighs to the waistband of the thong to pull it off of me. When he did, he tossed it behind him, not caring where it landed.

 “Show me that pretty pussy, sunshine.”

 You spread your legs but not entirely. Lewis tsked.

 “I know you can do better than that.”

 I fully spread them and watched him gawk at me like he hadn’t seen it before. When he brought his lips to my skin, he kissed my inner thighs, prolonging my desperate need for contact.

 “You’re so wet, babygirl. Is this for me?”

 I bit my bottom lip and nodded. “All for you,” I whispered.

 “Mmm, I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day.”

 Once the words were out, Lewis buried his face between my thighs. Once I felt his lips, I dropped my head back to the stone and allowed the pleasure he gave me without much effort to fill me. Moaning loudly, my body quivered. Cupping my breast, I tweaked my nipple again, edging my arousal higher.

 “Fuck I was right. You do taste incredible.”

 Lewis quickly flicked his tongue against my clit, making me whimper louder. It felt as if his tongue moved at lightning pace, and with every flick, he somehow made my body even hotter. I felt like I was on fire, but I didn’t hate it. I loved it. Dropping my hand to his head, I held on because I felt the stirs of an unexpected orgasm. Lewis moaned against my skin, making me tumble off the into ecstasy.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 My scream was not alone. Looking to my right, I saw Lewis plunging his fingers in and out of Lani’s core as his mouth still worked magic on you. Lani panted, writhed, and screeched.

 “Yes, daddy. I’m gonna come. Yes!”

 Lewis didn’t slow his fingers or his tongue. Instead, he continued and sucked the soul out of your body while having Lani cream all over his fingers.

 When he pulled back, we laid there panting, trying to catch our breath. Once I did, I looked down, expecting to see Lewis, but only saw an empty pool. Looking to my right, I watched as he approached in all his glory, finally getting my answer I’d been wondering about. He was hunger better than Seabiscuit.

 “Holy Fuck, Lani.”

 “I’ve been trying to tell you.”

 “No need to tell her anything. Seeing is believing. Your knees,” Lewis instructed.

 Lani seemed to know the drill, but I did not. I watched Lani get on her knees then I looked back at Lewis. He just watched me and waited for me to obey. I mirrored Lani and feasted my eyes on his manhood. It looked heavy, long, and thick. Lord have mercy, I thought.

 “I know you want this princess. Do you, babygirl?”

 Deciding not to answer, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, drawing a strangled groan from Lewis. It was as heavy as it looked. I ran my hand up and down, familiarizing myself with him, then I tipped my tongue out to swirl around his swollen head.

 “Aaah, yes, babygirl,” Lewis whispered before he whimpered.

 I moaned on him then dipped my mouth down his length taking him as far as I dared. Lodging him in my throat, I tightened it and hummed. Lewis groaned deeply, then laced his hands behind my head, keeping him snugly where he wanted to be. When his groan turned to a whimper, he released me, making me pull back to catch my breath.

 Lani rose onto her knees and took over, mirroring her same movements from the night I’d seen her. Instead of sitting there and letting her have all the fun, I dipped under her mouth to capture one of his balls in my mouth to suck on it gently. Lewis sighed out long and loud and placed a hand on the back of both Lani’s and my head.

 “Mmm, that’s it. Suck this dick, Lani.”

 She moaned her acceptance.

 “Mmm, yes, Nix. Just like that.”

 Lani pulled back, and we switched positions. For the next few minutes, Lani and I alternated between her at his balls and me on his dick and vise versa. When Lewis pulled away and stepped back, he helped us up and led us upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, Lewis pulled me into his body to kiss my lips. His moved expertly over mine, sucking, nibbling, and teasing as he pleased. When he wrapped his tongue around mine, I moaned, clinging to him.

As I was getting used to kiss—our first, Lewis abruptly pushed me onto the bed. While he kissed Lani with the same fire he’d kissed me. When he came over to kneel on the bed, I watched him stroke himself. The way he did it had my mouth watering. I knew what was next, and I wanted it so badly my sex quivered.

 “You ready for this dick, Nix?”

 I nodded.

 “I can’t hear you. Tell daddy how bad you want this dick.”

 Nah!

 I dropped my hands between my legs, bringing his attention to it, and circled my clit. That was when I spread my lips so he could see just what he was doing to me. Lewis groaned but didn’t tear his eyes away.

 “Are you ready for this pussy, Lewis?”

 Lani giggled behind me from her spot on the bed by my head. Her laughter only emboldened me.

 “Hmm? I can’t hear you.” I dipped a finger inside my heat and raised it to my lips to suck it clean.

 “Mmm, this pussy is so good. Do you want it?”

 Lewis smiled then hovered over me to take one of my nipples into his mouth to swirl his tongue around the peak before nibbling down. I whimpered again then squirmed when I felt him swipe his cock across my slit.

 “Lani was right about you,” Lewis whispered.

 “I told you, daddy. I hope you can handle two of a kind,” Lani teased.

 Lewis leaned over my head and kissed Lani fervently. The view from underneath was a sensual one, and as I was getting lost in it, Lewis thrust forward, connecting our bodies in one swift move.

 “Fuck!”

 Lewis and I shouted the same thing at the same time. With him buried to the hilt, he didn’t move. He waited, allowing me to adjust to the size and girth of him. The stretch was the most sinfully delicious thing I’d ever felt. Unable to take the maddening pressure, I began pushing Lewis back at his hips, but he didn’t budge.

 “Oh no babygirl, don’t push me away. Take this dick. You wanted it, right?”

 With that, he retreated only to thrust forward again, nudging that special spot within me.

 “I can’t hear you? You gonna tap out?”

 Another retreat and thrust forward sent my breasts swinging and my head angling back.

 “We’ve just begun. You hadn’t even screamed my name yet.”

 Another retreat and thrust forward had me clenching around him and panting to catch my breath.

 “Fuck, Nix. You’re so fucking tight. It’s taking everything not to come.”

 Three thrusts followed, and before Lewis slowly rolled his hips, making me moan deeply.

 I could tell he wasn’t going to go slow anymore, and a few moments later, it was like a beast was released. His thrusts sped, his moans increased as did mine.

 “Mmm, Sit that pussy on her face, princess. Give her a taste of what’s mine.”

 Lani looked at me, seeking permission. Giving her a slight nod, she moved to angle herself over my mouth. This is a first, I thought to myself as I tipped my tongue out to lick across her flesh. Lani moaned softly, making me do the action again and again. After teasing her flesh, for a few moments, I sucked Lani’s clit into my mouth. It was an interesting experience, to say the least, but it wasn’t one I was against.

 Lani jerked forward before she cursed.

 “I got you, princess. Does it feel good?”

 “Mmm, yes, daddy, it feels good.”

 “Is she licking that pussy, right?”

 Lani exclaimed again as I pulled her lower onto my mouth so I could have more access. Mimicking the same thing Lewis did to me, I flicked my tongue against her in a pattern of flicks and swirls, each pattern changing, never the same. Lani whimpered and hissed.

 “Fuck, Nix. That feels so good.”

 Lewis’s thrusts sped, and my whimpers picked up, breaking my concentration from what I was doing.

 “Shit, you’re close huh, babygirl,” Lewis said through clenched teeth.

 Before I knew it, a violent orgasm was ripping through me, making me see stars, rainbows, heaven, and hell. That was when Lani began bucking against my mouth, using my lips as her personal toys.

 “Shit, I’m coming too,” Lani screeched out.

 Lewis pulled from me, then rolled me to the side, pulling Lani to him to plunge into her depths.

 “Fuck, Lew!”

 He groaned loudly and set a fast pace. He had no intention of going slow.

 “Your turn, babygirl.”

 I knew what he was instructing. Crawling to Lani, she nodded at me, allowing me to swing my leg over her face while still kneeling with my ass facing Lewis.

 “Clean her up for me, princess.”

 Lani sucked my sex into her mouth and lapped at mine and Lewis’s combined juices, instantly making me moan and whimper. As Lani moaned her pleasure, I dropped my head to the bed and focused on the orgasm that was bubbling within me. Lewis’s hand dropped to my ass, making me whimper again.

 “Goddamn, this ass is something else!”

 He slapped it again, this time a lot harder than I felt his lips against the most taboo part of me, which made me fling my head back. Not only was Lani underneath me making it damn hard for me to go back to strictly dick, but Lewis was behind me, showing me the pleasure I’d been missing out on.

 That was the last straw for me before I came undone. Dropping to the bed on my stomach, I tried to catch my breath from the sheer force of my orgasm. Lewis kissed my ass, then rolled to the side to lay on his back. The three of us panted in the elegance of the room. I don’t know how many minutes passed before any of us moved, but when I moved, I saw the sun rising through the window and groaned.

 “Oh god, the sun, make it stop,” I whined.

 “Two of a kind indeed, Lewis said on a scoff before he clapped his hands, bringing the blinds to a close, darkening the room.

 We all slithered to the covers slipping underneath them. Lewis laid in the middle while Lani and I climbed on either side of him. When I rested my head on the pillow, I sighed, and Lewis kissed my cheek.

 “Thank you for putting us out of our misery,” he whispered into my ear, making me smirk before I rolled my eyes to focus on sleep. I was exhausted.

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Family Meeting - jj maybank × reader {one shot}

Summary: for the first time you decide to take your pogue boyfriend at your family's annual meeting, and let's say that your relatives didn't have the best reactions in the world.

Pairing: jj maybank × kook!reader

Warnings: language, underage drinking, mentions of hook ups?, "drunk" driving [IF YOU DRINK DON'T DRIVE]

Word count: 3.3K (is this big? idk)

A/N: hell yeah, i'm a shitty writer. Y/f/n means "your full name" btw

not my gif, credits to the owner ;)

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Your surname is pretty infamous at the Outer Banks, your dad owns one of the biggest parts of Tannyhill, what makes you full kook. That's why you always lived in that shitty bubble wrap, you understand that living in the Figure 8 gave you privileges that you wouldn't have if you lived on the south side, and you hate the fact that everyone around you always pretend that everything is perfect when there are people to miles from there surviving from water and bread. But, as a blessing, a while ago your friend Sarah Cameron started dating John B, a Pogue guy who worked for the Cameron's, and you also started to hang out with them, and that's where your life started. At first your parents didn't liked your "new life", but they also did nothing to stop you (probably because they knew you would find a way to sneak out). You found your real crew with the Pogues, they were very receptive with you, John B is really kind and fun (way better than Topper, Sarah's ex boyfriend); Kie became your third musketeer, she's smart and is always there for you; Pope is your favorite nerd eveeer, y'all would be screwed without him. And last but not least, JJ Maybank, at first you thought he was cute, at second that he was a stubborn dumbass, and third? Oh, third you've fallen in love with him.

That's what brings you here, getting dressed for the Y/l/n's annual meeting at the Country Club, while JJ, your actual boyfriend is sitting on your bed with a messy hair and a clumsy suit. This meeting is nothing but a bullshit that your parents "require" you to go every year, you actually don't like it a lot, but today you are especially excited, you can't wait to see all your old aunts and envious cousins staring at you, when you arrive holding hands with your Pogue boyfriend. The most handsome Pogue of this island.

"Hey, J, which one is better, this one or this one?" you asked showing him your hands, each one holding a different pair of earrings.

"Hmm, this one." he pointed to your left hand with a smirk after carefully observed both the jewels.

You whispered a "thanks" and turned back to the mirror, putting the bright jewels on your ears. You were giving a last check on your marine blue dress, when you heard a knock at your half opened door.

"We're waiting for you kids." your dad tried to disguise the complain with a smirk.

"Sorry for the delay, dad, you know how long it takes for me to get ready." you pouted leaning on the door "But you and mom can go ahead, JJ and I will go with my car in a little while." you looked at your boyfriend and smiled when he waved to your father.

"You sure?" you quickly nodded "Okay then, see you there." the gray haired man sighed and went down the stairs.

"Thank you, daddy." you murmured but he definitely didn't listened.

"Can you just don't call him daddy when I'm around? It's kinda awkward." he slyly said when stood up from your bed.

You giggled rolling your eyes and walked towards him, looking up to stare his blue eyes "I never thought I would live to see JJ Maybank wearing a suit." you joked.

He just looked away and gave a shy laugh, while you delicately straightened his tie and collar. As much as you are excited, you don't see the same in JJ's expression, let's say he is not extremely comfortable in the middle of the Lion's den, as the Pogues call places with many Kooks.

"Come on babe, spit it out, what's wrong?" you ask kindly wrapping arms around his neck.

He shook his head hesitating to speak, but only with your gaze he eventually convinced himself that you wouldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Are you sure you want me to go? I mean, it's a family thing and-" he was about to vent put you stopped him.

"You are part of my family, JJ." you smiled placing a small kiss on his lips.

"Say it to your father, at this time he must be bad-mouthing me for the rest of your family." he complained snorting.

"So what?" you intertwined each other's fingers on both hands "Look, JJ, I don't care about what my father thinks and says about you, I just want to show up there holding your hand and telling everyone that you are the guy by whom I fell in love, and fuck what those idiots will think! It'll always be you." you sighed relieved after you vent all that was in your throat.

"Wow, unexpected PDA from my little girl uh?" you felt the heat blushing your cheeks, but he immediately filled your face with plenty kisses.

"I meant it, J, I meant it!" you both laughed when you tried to escape from his lips "Let's just go there and enjoy us, eat those weird foods, drink expensive drinks and if it gets too boring we can leave, okay?"

"Fine, fine, I'll go." he rolled his eyes pretending to be angry with you.

You held the boy's cheeks joining his lips lovingly and jumped up to the chair where your purse was hanging.

"I can't wait to see the faces of my envious cousins when they see me coming with the hottest guy on the Outer Banks." you sent a wink and asked him to follow you downstairs.

You drove all the way to the Country Club and when you got there you already saw all the chic decor and the other cars that were in the parking lot. JJ seemed to be nervous again, dangling his legs and biting his nails, but holding your hand before entering the party was what helped him to be calm. As soon as you took the first step, you were surrounded by the looks of everyone, some from close relatives who looked disappointed, and others from people you didn't even know were family members. Soon in the entrance hall you met your parents, talking to one of your aunts, when you were a child you gave her a loving nickname, auntie witchie.

"Hi dad, hi mom! I didn't know that half of Outer Banks was now our family." you teased kissing your parents cheeks.

"Less, Y/n." your father whispered discretely.

"Oh, Auntie Mary! How long I haven't seen you!" you greeted your aunt with an exaggerated (and false) smile.

The lady returned the smile but soon frowned as she spotted the messy blonde hair right behind you, even in a suit JJ was still clearly a Pogue.

"Let me introduce you, this is JJ, my boyfriend!" the boy politely kissed the top of your aunt's hand "I don't think you will need to worry about my relationships anymore."

You smiled confidently exchanging looks at the boy as your aunt seemed to analyze and judge every inch of him with a disgust feature. She looked at your parents and they just sighed and shrug.

"Y/n, darling, can I talk to you for a second?" you nodded in response and your aunt pulled you 2 steps to the side, which did not help from anything if she wanted a conversation reserved.

"What happened?" you asked as if you didn't knew what was coming.

"Is this boy really your boyfriend?" you nodded again, always smiling "And is he a-"

"A Pogue? Yes, he is a Pogue." you cut her even before she could finish the question "Any problem?"

"No, dear, but I mean, don't you think you should look some more? I don't know, someone here in Figure 8, with a good surname, I always thought that you would make a beautiful couple with the Cameron's prodigal son." you sighed thinking about a polite answer for the lady.

"I'm sorry, auntie, but you are completely wrong. I don't need to look anymore, JJ is definitely my lobster." you smiled leaving her confused with your words.

You turned your back politely and pulled JJ by the hand, with the intention of literally walking with him around the room and telling as many people as possible that this handsome blonde, mop headed Pogue is your boyfriend. While walking around the space you drank a few drinks, teased some people and received many, many looks of judgment. In addition to some cousins of yours commenting things like "I heard he was that crazy guy who shouted a gun at the Boneyard". But you couldn't care less, even more after some doses of alcohol.

"I need to go to the bathroom, stay here, it'll only take a sec." you gave a kiss on JJ's cheek before leaving him near the bar counter.

You were on your way back from the bathrooms when bumped into someone. It was Amber, she is your cousin, but you two didn't always get along. One time when you were 7, she threw your plush turtle in the pool and as revenge you stuck chewing gum in her hair. There was also the time when you were in 8th grade and she told your mom that you and Sarah went to Topper's house at night to drink vodka with powdered juice. Well, after that you have distanced and now when you meet by chance you pretend to like each other.

"I'm sorry!" she said with that annoying voice "Oh my God, Y/n, is that you?"

"Yes, cousin, it's me!" you smiled pretending to be excited.

"Look at you! You mean you have boobs now?" yeah, and my boyfriend loves them! okay, that's what you thought, in fact you just smirked raising eyebrows.

"Yeah, I think so. But you remain the same! Just with a little more chemical in the hair." you teased in the same mocking tone of her.

"Y/n/n, always so funny." she let a fake laugh and looked away "Damn, since when did the waiters from the Cut get so hot?"

You turned around and soon realized that she was talking about JJ, who was still leaning against the counter. As much as you were a little jealous for hearing her call your boyfriend hot right in your face, you were also proud to be able to tell her that he is already yours.

"Oh, actually he's not a waiter, he's my boyfriend." you smiled confident biting your own lip.

"Shit, don't mock me Y/n, you and that guy?" she laughed trying to disguise the wide eyes, Amber always made a point of telling that you were too ugly to get a boyfriend.

"Yep, me and that guy." from a distance JJ realized you were staring and then waved at you, who responded with your most proud smile.

"Ugh, I can't really understand what you and Sarah see in those Pogues, they're disgusting." funny to see how she changed her mind just in a few seconds.

"Let's say they're like that song."

"Song? What song?" she asked confused moving her gaze to you.

"You know, harder, better, faster, stronger, oh and add 'bigger'." you slowly said containing your laughter by biting the inside of your cheek.

She stared at you with a shooked look, and speechless. You must admit that the situation was quite satisfactory, seeing your dear cousin unresponsive on learning that you are not the ugly duckling as she always liked to say. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and then you excused yourself to return to your boy's arms.

"Who was that?" he asked when you leaned beside him on the counter.

"It's my cousin Amber, I hate her." he giggled and you fake smiled looking over your shoulder to see the fake blonde girl staring at you two.

"So what were you talking about?" he fixed your hair behind your ear gazing you.

"Nothing much, I was just telling her how is to be dating a 'dirty Pogue'..." you teased bending to whisper on his ear.

"Dirty Pogue, huh? And how is it like?" he frowned with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, it can be so many things, and I would risk to say that "dirty" is one of them." you smiled biting you lower lip with your eyes fixated on his blue ones.

JJ smiled back and moved his gaze to your lips, quickly kissing them and moving his wet lips to your cheeks, until reach the sweet spot behind your ear. Fuck, this is pretty good but let's say that the middle of your family meeting isn't the right place for you guys do it.

"J, stop, not right now." you giggled raising your eyebrows and softly pushing him away.

"Why not?" he pouted with puppy eyes.

"Because all my family is seeing us?" you used an obvious tone, 'cause it was obvious.

"Maybe we could sneak out?" you narrowed your eyes thinking about his proposal.

"Soon, first we'll show that people how we move on the Cut." you answered when heard one of your favorite songs playing outside.

You dragged your boyfriend by the hand until you reach the middle of the dance floor, at first he was kinda shy, but being with you makes him feel more comfortable, and as soon you both were already moving your bodies like no one was around. Laughing, drinking and kissing, you were stealing the show, this until you feel someone tap your shoulder and when you turned, you faced a man who was probably the photographer, since he held a professional camera in his hands.

"Excuse me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?" he asked politely.

"Yes, why?" you frowned holding JJ behind you.

"Oh, they're looking for you to take the annual family picture, can you follow me, please?" he pointed to the entrance hall.

"Ah sure, come on baby." you nodded bringing JJ with you.

When you reached the hall everyone of your family was there posing and waiting for you, soon you found your parents on the left side and before joining them, you stopped to straight your hair and JJ's bow tie. When you had just finished fixing his suit, your dad stopped you by your shoulders.

"Y/n, sweetie, I know JJ is important to you, but I think it's best that he doesn't appear with you in the official photos." you frowned when your dad moved his gaze to the blonde right behind you.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" you snapped with a bit angry tone.

"It's nothing personal, honey, it's just 'cause you know, you’re still young and he’s just your boyfriend, we don’t know if it will last long." your father said making you chuckle shooking your head, that's unbelievable.

"Nothing personal, right? So why can Andrew's girlfriend appear in this stupid picture and JJ cannot?" you stormed pointing to your cousin and his girlfriend already posing to the camera.

"Y/n please, don't make a scene." you dad sighed when noticed that everyone looked at you.

"Is because he's a Pogue, isn't it?" you asked with anger burning your face.

"Y/n it's okay, it's just a photo." JJ tried to calm you down and leave it, but you didn't listen.

"You see, sweetie, it's not a big deal." and you're also sick of your dad pretending that everything is perfect.

"You know what? You guys can keep with this Kook bullshit and take this fucking picture, but I will not be part of it." you said confidently causing JJ to giggle behind you and your father give you a pissed gaze.

"What the hell you think you're doing, young lady?" your dad murmured holding your arm carefully.

"I'm throwing off my chains." you stepped back confronting him.

"Y/n, darling, stop it! You're embarrassing me and your father!" your mom shout out when she noticed that you were about to leave.

"Whatever! I'm already the family’s shame!" you shouted taking a few steps back until reaching JJ, who have a proud look in his face.

"Y/f/n! Come back here! You can't do it!" Y/m/n shouted one more time.

"Yeah, but I'm already doing." with a twist on your own feet you answered back while stealing a drink from the waiter's tray that passed by.

At this time everyone is looking at you with wide eyes, your parents flushing in anger and JJ, oh JJ is paralyzed with a huge smile on his face, he's so proud of seeing his badass girlfriend facing everyone to defend him. This was something you wanted to do a long time ago, and a family meeting seemed like the perfect time for you to throw everything up in the air. And that is what you did.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" you stopped making exaggerated expressions "Auntie Mary! You should find your own husband before give hunches on my boyfriends!" you said with a soft tone pointing to your old single aunt standing a few meters from you.

"Y/d/n, you should fix your daughter!" she yelled angry.

"And Amber!" the fake blonde jumped when she heard her name "Cousin, you should try to hook up with a Pogue anytime, they're so fucking hot!" you smiled biting your tongue and looked to JJ, who let out a big laugh and soon disguised because of your father's gaze to him.

Everyone was staring at you and your parents with jaw dropping, you always showed some personality differences compared to the rest of the family, but no one ever imagined you were that bold. Okay, the drinks helped you do that, but they say that when a person gets drunk is when she shows who she really is. And this is you for real. While hearing comments like "How absurd" or "This is a shame", you poured your entire drink in a single sip and dropped the glass on the floor, hurrying to leave that shit party.

"Come on, blondie, are you with me or what?" you raised your eyebrows calling JJ to follow you. He looked at your parents and they gave a serious look to him. But he didn't care right now.

"Sorry, Mr and Mrs Y/l/n," he laughed stepping backwards "your daughter is crazy!"

He shouted shooking his head and turning around to run towards you. You both laughed and you waited for him to embrace you at the big front door, you explicit kissed and left everyone behind, running hand in hand until you reached the parking lot. Inside of your car you two waited for the laughter to lose their strength to catch your breath.

"Oh my God this was insane!" you smiled heavy breathing and looking at the blonde on your passenger seat.

"My girl is a huge badass!" he pulled you for another kiss, this time it was longer and full of proud and desire.

"Okay, your place or the Chateau?" he said breathlessly, pulling away and looking at you.

"Definitely the Chateau. And hope John B isn't home." you gave a nasty smile and started your car.

You're gonna be dead when you see your parents again, but it's fine, still worth it.

[13-reasons-ideas]

Can’t Go Back Part 17

A/N: This chapter is pretty fluffy. We get a glimpse at how they are moving forward in their relationship since their fight. I’m planning on uploading a part from Monty’s perspective about what he’s doing Friday after school tomorrow or sometime this weekend. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is appreciated as always and much love. -Em 

I spent the next week actively not checking my emails. I was too afraid to even consider if I would get emails about schools yet.  It had only been a week. But you never know. In an attempt to keep my mind off of the fact that my entire future was now completely and totally out of my control, I tried to fill my time with normalcy. Things I normally did. Things that Monty and I normally did. That normalcy now included carving out an hour and a half for Monty’s physio three days a week, but we made it work.

I tried to get back into my routine. For the most part, I went to bed at the same time every night. Some days Monty went with me, other days he stayed up and did stuff for a while. But he came to bed every night. I went to the game Friday night. Scott and Charlie came over for brunch on Saturday. Justin came over to see his new best friend, I mean me, on Sunday because he picked up a shift Saturday morning. Monty and I did our own things together in the evenings during the week. I pretended to read while he played video games one night. Secretly, I was just watching him. For some reason watching people play video games was highly entertaining. We just did normal things.

We also went grocery shopping Saturday. “Are you sure you want to come with me?” I asked again.

“Yes, I’m sure Addison. Besides, we are over halfway to the store. It’s a little late to change my mind now.”

“Okay. Remember the list please.”

“I know. There’s a list and we get what’s on the list.”

“Exactly.”

At the store, I grabbed a cart and dug through my purse for the list and my pen. Monty took the cart from me without asking. I feigned an affronted look. He smirked back. Cocky bastard. I can already tell this is going to be so fun. I opened my mouth to speak when we got inside. “List, I know. And yes. I remember you’re going to make us get vegetables.”

“And you have to get at least one that you like.” He pouted. “You like carrots.” I offered.

“Fine.” He muttered. We are in a dramatic mood today. It was so peaceful when I went by myself. But I missed this. Monty went and put exactly five bulk carrots in a bag. Not wanting to fight him on carrots, I didn’t say anything. As usual, I was in charge of the rest of our vegetables.

The aisles were an easier task. There were no evil scary vegetable that I would have to force him to eat. I quickly scanned down the list as we entered each aisle. Carefully, everything was placed in the cart just so. “We need this.” Monty said, grabbing a box of cheese its.

“Is it on the list?” In response, he plucked the list and pen from my hand, and scribbled it on.

“It is now.” I rolled my eyes and grinned as he handed it back to me. His cheeky grin made me blush. I turned my back and pretended to look at something when we got to the fruit snack aisle and ignored the telltale thud of a box, make that two boxes, of fruit snacks being chucked in the cart. He didn’t write them on the list.

We both cringed at the price of meat, as usual. But we needed it so there wasn’t a whole lot we could do. I crossed things off that had been missed as we were filling the cart. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like the store was out of anything. “Oh, we need butter.” I muttered.

“Is it on the list?” Monty smirked. Like he had done earlier with the crackers, I quickly wrote it down.

“Yes.” I grinned. He grinned and stopped to kiss me on the cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s get this done so we can go home and do nothing.”

“Your wish is my command.” There was even a dramatic wave of his arm to accompany his attempt to woo.

“You are so fucking cheesy. I’m telling the guys about that one.”

“Ah, come on Addison. You love it.”

I went to grab a couple of pounds of butter and decided I could trust my adult husband to get some bread and jam on his own. When I found him in the bakery with our cart, I remembered that I married an overgrown child. There was bread. And there was jam. And also, cookies. Four different kinds of cookies. And a thing of strudel. Which, to be honest, I wasn’t that upset about because it’s like the best pastry. But the point is that it was there.

“I asked you to get bread and jam. Not half of the baked goods in the store.”

“But cookies are delicious Addison. And you like their chocolate chip cookies. And for some reason I still don’t understand, plain oatmeal cookies. Don’t even lie and say the strudel was a bad idea.”

“So, the sugar cookies and M&M ones are just to look pretty on the counter?”

“No. Those ones are for me.”

“I married a fuckin’ child.” I muttered softly. We turned when we heard a quiet chuckle behind us. A cute little old couple was watching our interaction with giant smiles.

“Mine still does the same thing dearie.” The woman said to me.

“Remember, we don’t grow up. We just get bigger.” The man smiled.

“I’m beginning to realize.” I laughed.

“See. I told you.” Monty smirked. As if to prove the point they were making, we watched as the man grabbed a container of lemon rolls and placed them in his cart. The woman gave him an exaggerated, exasperated look.

“Wait, how long have the two of you been married?” I asked when they passed us.

“Sixty-five years.” They said together, smiling fondly at each other. Wow. That’s amazing. I was still smiling when we got to the till and checked out.

Our normal routines continued for the rest of the week. School, physio, make dinner, sports, spend time together. The normalcy of it was refreshing.

“You’re scratching.” Monty said offhandedly, without looking up from his notes.

“Am not.”

“You stopped typing five minutes ago Addison.”

“I’m thinking.”

“And scratching.” I rolled my eyes and didn’t respond. I started typing aggressively loud to try and get a rise out of him instead. He didn’t respond at all. Not even an annoyed muscle twitch. We aren’t there yet. Okay. Monty’s phone buzzed on the coffee table beside me. I ignored it. It buzzed again. And then again. Before I could reach for it, he had hobble run over and snatched it out of my reach. I looked at him quizzically. He was trying to think of a reason to be hiding his phone from me. What is going on?

“It’s guy stuff. Jamie is having… girl troubles.”

“Girl troubles.”

“Yeah. His girlfriend but not girlfriend or something is doing stuff.”

“Something and stuff.”

“Yes. So, uh. I’ll be over… over there.” He motioned back to the kitchen table. “You know, dealing with girl troubles.”

“Right.” That was weird. Also, he’s going to pay for the movement in the morning. I went back to my writing and not scratching quietly. Occasionally I would look up over my laptop at Monty. He seemed to be very engrossed in his notes.

“Hey Addison?”

“Hmm?”

“Since the game got cancelled some of us are going over to Jamie’s place tomorrow after school.”

“’Kay.”

“Because girl troubles.”

“Yeah.”

“And stop scratching. You’ll only make the rash worse.”

The next morning, I skipped a shower. Cuddles were too enticing. It was a Friday so I didn’t feel like I had to look all cute. While Monty made himself a smoothie, I grabbed one of his shirts to wear because it was loose enough that it wouldn’t irritate the rash. It finally started to clear up. But now it itches. As though he could hear my thoughts, he called from the kitchen, “stop scratching.”

“Bite me.” I called back.

“If you don’t stop scratching, I will.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He looked up when he heard me come in the room.

“I was going to wear that today.”

“You have like… fifty more in your half of the closet.”

“I know mum is a history professor, but dad is a businessman. I know he taught you fractions. What I have is not half of the closet.” I merely shrugged. He waved towards the bowl beside the blender. “Chunky monkey with smooth peanut butter.” I sat and took a bite.

“Yum. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t worry about washing the blender. I’ll do it after school.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

School was pretty boring. It was the middle of November, so we were in the awkward not quite midterms but not quite ready for a new unit time. I met Monty at my locker after the last bell. He was waiting for me with Justin and Jamie. “Hey baby.”

“Hey babe. You guys have fun tonight, okay?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Jamie saluted. I shuddered. Monty tried to stifle a laugh.

“Jamie. Do me a favour and never do that again.” I placed a couple of textbooks in my locker. “I’ll see you at home. Can you stop and grab baking powder on your way home tonight?”

“Sure.”

“Why can’t you stop? You’re going straight there.” Justin asked.

“I have a date with a bubble bath.”

“Ooh la la.” Jamie laughed.

“I guess. Didn’t shower this morning and a bath is better for my itching.”

“Oh?” Justin asked.

“I’ll explain later.” I muttered. He furrowed his brow and looked at Monty. I kissed Monty goodbye.

At home, I went to wash my face so I could do the expensive face mask I had been saving for a night alone. I did an exfoliating treatment first and ran my bath. A few scented candles were set on our master bathroom counter and I poured myself a glass of raspberry juice. The book I had been meaning to get around to reading was sitting on the toilet for easy access. Okay fine. One of the books I had been meaning to read. It was very relaxing. I had to dig in the cabinet for my body scrub but found it behind a backup pack of deodorant from Costco. Luckily, the bubble bath was also right there. I poured some in to give it time to foam.

With my face mask done and washed off, I undressed and settled in the tub. The water was boiling hot, just the way I liked it. I sighed and sipped my juice, enjoying a night alone. When the husband is away, wife will pamper. The hot water helped to calm my itching skin. The scrub made my legs nice and smooth before I shaved them and exfoliated a second time. Once the necessaries were taken care of, I could start to relax. Picking up my book, I settled in for the foreseeable future. My book was so interesting and immersive, I completely lost track of time. I was still in the tub when Monty got home. “Addison?” He called when he didn’t find me in the kitchen.

“I’m in the bath.” I called back.

“Okay.” He was opening and closing drawers in our room. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Do you want a glass of water or anything? How long have you been in there?” I paused for a moment to consider. How long had it been?

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven.” My eyes widened.

“Really? Then yeah, I’ll take a glass of water. I’m going to get out right away.” He shut the door behind him and I threw my book across to the door so it didn’t get wet when I got out of the tub.

Once dry and moisturized, I left the bathroom in search of my husband. I found him on the couch scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “I missed you.” I bent behind the back of the couch to kiss his cheek.

“I missed you too. You look very cozy in your fuzzy pyjamas.”

“Why thank you.” I curtsied. He laughed happily. Settling next to him, I laid my head in his lap.

“How was your bath?”

“Amazing. Very relaxing. Oh! And I exfoliated and shaved my legs.” I grinned and lifted my pants leg. “Feel!”

Again, Monty laughed and shook his head. He still reached out and rubbed my leg though. “Very soft and smooth.”

“How was girl problems?”

“I think they’re resolved. It wasn’t as major or as difficult as we thought.”

“That’s good.” I peeked at his phone. He was watching football injury videos. Oh Sweetie. “Hey, how’s your knee?”

“It’s okay. Physio has been helping.”

“I’m glad.” He seemed to realize then that I wasn’t just asking for an update on his progress.

“Oh. I’m just watching this because some of them are funny.”

“Funny?”

“Yeah.” He restarted the video and adjusted his position so I could see too. He was right. Some of them were pretty funny.

It was family brunch Saturday the next day. Scott, Charlie, and Justin all came over. As usual, the four young men were more than happy to eat relatively work free. Monty did have to help me reach a few things and our guests helped set the table. But for the most part, I did the work. It was relaxing for me. Monty still felt a little uncomfortable having me do most of the work in the kitchen, but I didn’t mind. It was my choice to do it. I enjoyed it. And it made things much smoother when I was working solo.

Since it was just a casual pancake breakfast this week and just the five of us, I didn’t really feel a need to shower before they came over.  As such, I was still in my pyjamas most of the morning. They didn’t mind. We hung out for a while after brunch together. By the time everyone was getting ready to leave around two, I decided it was time to shower and make myself feel like a human again. “I’m running Scott’s place for a bit. We have a couple of things to go over with Charlie for next week’s game.” Monty explained when I was going to shower.

“No problem. I’ll just be here writing or reading or something.” From the bathroom I could hear him putzing around our room. I didn’t think too much of it. He was probably looking for a playbook or something.

After my shower, I wrapped my towels around me, fully prepared to throw on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater for the rest of the day. Instead, I was puzzled to find a large white box in the centre of the bed. There was a bow and a single pink Post it note stuck to the lid. It simply said wear me on it in blue ink. I frowned in confusion but opened it anyway. Nestled inside was a classic, Hepburn-esque little black dress. I gasped and covered my mouth in shock. Gently lifting the dress out of the box I held it out at arm’s length to examine it. It was beautiful. This man is full of surprises. Not wanting to wrinkle the dress, I carefully set it on the bed while I grabbed a hanger.

Once it was hung up, I put on a pair of sweats and an old pyjama shirt. In the kitchen, I found another note next to the coffee machine. This one was on a yellow Post it, also in blue ink. No coffee. Look up. I frowned again. Why no coffee? Looking up on the underside of the cabinet, I found another yellow Post it. This one had an arrow pointing towards the living room. There, yet another Post it. This one was blue. There was another arrow pointing at the coat closet. A green Post it was stuck to the closet door. Be ready at 5:00. Wear your matching black pointy shoes. Now I was even more confused. Well, it says be ready. I shrugged and checked my watch. It was just past two. I rolled my eyes at the coffee note and made myself a cup anyway. I wouldn’t need to be up all night, but note be damned. I wanted coffee. I savoured it while I let my thoughts run wild of what could be in store for my night. At home fancy dress dinner? Going out for dinner? A walk in the financial district in the city? Hmmm. By two forty-five, I had finished my coffee and started getting ready.

I carefully put on the dress after I had washed my face again. I decided to curl my hair in tight ringlets so that when I brushed them out, they wouldn’t fall flat immediately. I let them set while I did my makeup. So, I didn’t get makeup all over my dress, I draped a towel around my neck to cover it. The simple black cat eye and blue red lipstick paired wonderfully with the classic, timeless style of the dress. A neutral blush and light bronzer added colour and balance to complete the look. I carefully brushed out the curls into nice waves framing my face. Using a decorative bobby pin, I pulled my bangs away from my face. Exiting our room after putting on my tennis bracelet-a birthday gift from my Gran a couple of years ago- I looked at the clock on the stove. It was four fifty. I had ten minutes to spare. Slipping on my heels, I went through my wallet and took out my ID and credit card. I had assumed that we would be going out and Monty usually kept my cards in his wallet.

The sound of a car pulling into our driveway pulled me from my thoughts. I opened the door when the car door shut. Monty was walking up to the house in a very familiar white dress shirt and black slacks. Damn, he cleans up good. I thought it every time he dressed up, no matter how often I saw it. His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped to take in my look. I stopped him in his tracks. I blushed and did a little twirl. He whistled through his teeth. “You look. Absolutely amazing.”

“You look incredible. Have I ever told you, you clean up really well?”

“Once or twice.” He shrugged. I smiled widely. He finished his walk up to the house and took my hands in his, really taking the time to take me in. “You really do look beautiful Addison.”

“Thank you.” I blushed again. My engagement ring sparkled in the setting sun. Monty’s black tungsten ring felt cool in my hand. Together, we walked to the car. We took my car, but I let him drive. It’s our insurance. “Are you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope.” He said as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay.” We chatted quietly on the way to our mystery location. Given the time, I assumed we were going to a restaurant. When we got closer to the county limits, I realized we were going into the city for dinner. I watched the cars speeding past us on the highway in the other direction. People were eager to be getting home from spending their days shopping or running errands.

I tried to figure out where we were going once we got to the city based on the turns Monty made. I was familiar with most of the downtown and financial districts due to visiting my dad at work when I was younger. I was a little surprised when he pulled in the parking lot for the new Italian place that opened last month. I wasn’t surprised because I was concerned about cost or anything like that. We just weren’t really fancy restaurant people very often. It was a pleasant surprise.

When he parked, we walked hand in hand to the door. He was a perfect gentleman and held the door not only for me but for the couple behind us. I smiled at him while we waited to be seated. He squeezed my hand. We were seated at a more secluded table, closer to the back of the restaurant. The table was lit by candlelight and dim recessed lighting in the aisle. It’s beautiful. Our waiter came by and introduced himself as Anthony. I ordered a cranberry juice with ice and Monty got a Coke. Anthony gave us a few minutes with the menus. As soon as I saw traditional carbonara on the menu, I had made a firm decision. Monty and I sat in comfortable silence while we perused the menu. Even though I knew what I wanted, it never hurt to look at the other options.

After we ordered-carbonara for me and lobster ravioli for Monty-Anthony left us to our evening. “This is really nice.” I said, after a sip of my juice.

“I figured we deserved nice. Or rather, you deserved nice. After everything… and I know you’ve been stressed about school. So, I figured you could use a night off.” He left the obvious tension between us and the cause for it unsaid. We both knew the reason.

“It’s still nice. And we do deserve it. This dress is beautiful by the way.”

“I thought you would like it.”

“When exactly did you acquire it?” I asked, with a sly raise of my brow.

“About yesterday…” Montgomery began, “Jamie wasn’t having girl troubles.”

“I kind of figured. Have they even decided if they have anything to have troubles over?”

“No. They’re still not together. But they go places together and buy each other things. And have sex. Apparently, there is a lot of sex.”

“But they aren’t dating.”

“No.”

“Maybe he is having girl troubles.”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. Anthony came by with our orders. Unsurprisingly, the food was delicious. Mouth wateringly delicious. My eyes widened in ecstasy. So did Monty’s after he took a bite of his own food. We each shared a bite with each other and smiled. So good. So so good.

We spent the rest of our evening talking and enjoying being with each other. It was very nice. We hadn’t gotten to do the whole going out and just being together thing in a while. I pushed the last of my carbonara around on my plate. I wasn’t bored exactly. I was having a wonderful time. “Hey. Where’d you go?” Monty reached across the table to take my hand.

“Oh. Nowhere. I was just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“This is really nice.” I paused.

“But…?”

“I would honestly much rather be at home in sweatpants watching the new episodes of Law & Order from the other night.”

“Me too.” He giggled. I couldn’t help but giggle along with him. He motioned to our waiter for the bill. The black holder was placed in between us. Monty placed some cash inside and set it down without so much as a glance at me. He helped me with my coat and took my hand after he put on his own. As soon as we got out of the restaurant, I stopped and turned to him.

“Race you to the car.” I grinned before taking off like a bat out of hell. I heard him bark out a laugh behind me. I didn’t look back. Nor did I turn when I heard his footsteps. He wasn’t running because of his knee. They were getting closer though. Even without running, he was able to gain on me because of his gait.  Running in heels was not the easiest thing in the world but I managed to beat him to the car. When he arrived with the keys, I was grinning at him, triumphantly from the passenger’s side. “I won.”

“Yes you did.” He was grinning back at me.

When we got home, the two of us changed into our comfiest sweatpants and t-shirts. I threw on my old Tigers hoodie and popped a bag of popcorn in the microwave after taking off my makeup. Monty pulled up the recorded episodes. I couldn’t tell if he wore his grey sweats on purpose or not. We got comfortable on the couch and hit play. From the get-go this episode of SVU had both of us on the edge of our seats. The popcorn was mostly untouched. I teared up multiple times. When it was over, I ripped the remote from the coffee table and scrolled up to the new episode of Organized Crime. I couldn’t stand to wait any longer than strictly necessary. Our eyes were glued to the screen for the whole hour, minus the fast forwarding through commercials. By the end, we turned to each other in shock. “Wow.” Was all I could say about it.

“The new theme song is pretty great.”

“Yes. I don’t know how to process any other thoughts about it though.”

“Me either.”

“Very worth the wait.” Monty only nodded in response. I yawned and stretched. It was getting pretty late. The afternoon coffee I had wore off a while ago.

“Tired Bookworm?” I yawned again and nodded. Monty carried me to bed and tucked me in. I cuddled up beside him.

Before falling asleep I mumbled, “thank you for tonight. Was really nice. Ni’ night.”

[soimarriedayuki]

Reminders for myself

It is by no means a shockingly new piece of information for those that know me well. I do however have a little secret. I am terrible at remembering something as basic as eating. 

I can provide regular meals for everyone else. Organise preparations times and stagger the eating times and dietary requirements for others in the house perfectly. For myself that is not the case at all. 

This is where you find me doing something that to an outsider maybe at best makes me look like a food blogger and at worst like a... well my husband is here so he will no doubt find the worst description for me.

*

“You want me to try to text you and remind you to get food today?” He asks dumping his plate in the sink so it can be cleaned with the rest of the dishes.

“No need I would hate to be a burden while you are working.” Toaster pops and i grab the toast putting it on a new dish beside me as i finish cooking what’s in the pan on the stove.

“It’s more of a burden if you collapse at home Dummy.” He continues to huff. Its sweet honestly but ever since he discovered i ended up not eating for a day and a half before i realised he turned into my mother. “So?”

“Mm?” I tip the scrabbled eggs, ham and peas on top of my toast and then carry it to the table to eat brunch. Yes i did forget my own breakfast again. Don’t tell him, he will only worry more.

“You want me to text you or not?” He pushes again grabbing a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and pouring himself a glass.

“I’m going to say not.” Taking my phone i ended up opening up the camera and taking a picture of my plate before putting the phone away again and starting to eat.

“Well now what are you doing?” His eyes are practically bugging out of his head. Its amusing to see usually it only happens if i force some sort of PDA on him. 

Not something I would tend to do a lot of as I personally am as weirded out about it as he is. the difference is I don’t flush like a sun-dried tomato and raise my voice like a school girl that just got a love note.

“I tried setting alarms and leaving notes where i would see them. Now I’m trying something else.” Finding that to be explanation enough at least in my own mind i continued to eat.

“What you gonna do start a blog? ‘Weird shit i made that looks terrible but i eat it anyway’.” He laughed at his own joke. It was a good thing really as I certainly wasn’t going to laugh at it for him. 

He means well and he is usually very supportive to an annoying degree but he does have a tendency of being blunt to the point of obnoxious.

“What a charming idea I may have to consider it.” My level tone probably gave away my displeasure at his attempt of humour. 

“What?” He stopped laughing and his hand paused in picking up his glass of juice again. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he caught up with what he had just said verses how it sounded. 

“My food isn’t terrible. Anyway you eat it and plenty have said it looks and tastes fantastic.” I shrug getting up to pour a glass of water.

“Yes but that is the food you serve to others. The food you eat looks like someone threw everything including the kitchen cupboard in the oven.” 

I can’t say he is wrong. When it comes to cooking for others its more of a pleasure than a task. cooking for myself was always a hassle and a chore. Naturally at some point I ended up plating dishes for others in a way that looked appealing and then just dumping whatever i had for myself into a big pile. 

“It all tastes the same to me. As long as it isn’t fish related and therefore going to kill me i don’t have preferences over what dish i would eat.” Sitting back down i could see him already nodding in agreement. 

“I know.”

“What’s wrong you look ill?”

He wasn’t exactly smiling and he wasn’t really angry either. His face had become pale though as he watched my hands move, cutting up my food.

“I was remembering that noodle thing you did the other day. You have a cast iron stomach.” The sight of him wincing nearly made me laugh. 

“There was nothing wrong with my chilli noodles with fried eggs and broccoli.” 

“There was nothing right about it either.” His response reminded me of when he was younger adamant in his refusal to try something when we were all ordering take out together as a group of friends for game night saying we’d share. 

“You always were a fussy eater.”

“Look i don’t mind noodles. I don’t like broccoli and i can eat fried eggs.” He tried to breakdown my meal to prove he wasn’t as bad as i made him out to be. 

“Well i did give you the option of joining me.” I calmly pointed out what should have been a logical point. If he had dais he was eating with me i would have cooked the broccoli separately and just handed him noodles and egg. 

“I am no suicidal! I saw how much chilli powder, sauce and flakes you put in that thing. The heat in it could have kicked started a dragon.” 

“I found it mild to be honest.” 

“You taste buds are-- actually do you even have any?” He was becoming animated which proved he was actually enjoying this back and forth between us regardless of what his frowning face would have you believe. 

“Of course I do. How else do you think i can cook the food you want to eat? King of Bland sitting over there on his judgemental high horse.” I put the last mouthful in my mouth and then picked up the dishes placing them in the sink.

“At least the food I eat Tiny enjoys too.” He puffed out his chest as if that fact somehow had bestowed a medal of honour on him.

“That is because you have the diet of a toddler.” My words had the affect of deflating him before he could puff up anymore. 

“Come on you gonna tell me why you are taking photos of your food?” 

Seeing him unwilling to let this go I relented and started to explain as i cleared the table.

“I am starting a food diary.”

“With photos?” He put down his juice and got up helping put away the salt and pepper. 

“Yes. Because I don’t get hungry like others seem too and i can never remember what I have eaten throughout the day i decided to take photos of it so i can review it later.” I picked up the jam and butter handing them over to him as he was closer to the fridge anyway. 

“So... after the alarms and notes you think that this is going to work better?”

“Well i have never lost my phone.” I shrug then turned my back on him and started to run the tap for hot water.

“Except for the time you left it in the freezer...” He probably thought I would miss his quiet voice. He was certainly shocked when i replied to it. 

“I was pregnant when that happened and I found it quickly enough.”

“Only after making me call it.” He leaned back against the wall of the kitchen and picked up his juice again. He was wearing a very annoyingly cute smile on his face now. 

“Dear, I realise that you are a very devoted sort but don’t you have someone else you should go and anno-- spend some time with?” I tested the water with my hand and pushed the plug into the sink letting it fill up.

“Tiny is playing in her room.” 

“You could go join her.”

“It’s make up.” He sounded disappointed. He had been working all week and one of the things he enjoyed was spending time with her when he got a day off. 

Tiny has been becoming older now and her focus is shifting from just games to play with Daddy to dress up and make up. I’m not what you would ever call a girly girl but if ever there was one it was our child. Karma is a funny thing isn’t it?

“Your point being?”

“Fine but if i come out looking like a clown--” 

“I would struggle to tell the difference.” I mutter taking up the dish soap and sponge. 

“What was that?” He was on his way out when he stopped. I seemed to have miscalculated that just as much as he had with that phone in the freezer factoid.

“Nothing dear. Go play with your daughter I have to do the dishes.” 

Without looking at him I just acted as if nothing had happened and he left the kitchen looking slightly confused.

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[mynameisjaxx]

Daichi x Y/N

(Stuff happens, so read if you want to.)

I'm currently a first year at Karasuno and it's almost time for spring break. Since starting at the high school, I had special circumstances at the beginning of the year. Mostly because my parents had just died and I had no other living relatives or god parents to take care of me. Due to the fact that I was 15, I was given the choice to stay at a half way home or to go out on my own. Knowing full well, I would never get adopted for being a teenager, I decided to opt out and remain living on my own. For the most part, it was okay, I would crash at a few friends houses every so often to wash my uniform in a place that had actual laundry detergent. It wasn't long until the manager at the store I worked at started letting me have the left overs that didn't sell.

I guess, he got the hint that I was shedding pounds like no tomorrow. So one night, he flipped the sign to close and asked me to step into the back room.

"Hey, kid, how's it going?" He started.

"I'm okay." I shrugged.

"Don't lie to me, now." He  lit up a cigarette.

"Well, if you gotta know, I'm currently living with the snacks I you let me have and couch surfing." I narrowed my gaze.

"What happened with your folks?" I look up and through the wisps of smoke, he was looking into my eyes and waiting for an answer.

"They're dead."

Silence. It last a few minutes and then he took a pull.

"Sorry, kid."

"Yeah, it's not something I'm ready to talk about." I wipe the single tear that fell from my right eye.

Tch.

"Alright, I have an idea, but only if you feel absolutely 100% comfortable with the idea."

"Shoot."

"I have a spare room, if you want you can stay there, instead of couch surfing or staying out in the streets." He takes another pull.

"I don't know, I don't feel right about just staying there. Is there someway for me to repay you?" I look up to him determined.

"Well, you can take on some extra chores around the house and we can call it even." He shrug.

"Alright then Mr. Ukai, thank you so much!" I bow.

"Don't worry about it kid, I just don't want you to end up hurt somewhere. You've been really good working for me the whole summer, and I see you like a little sister." He puts a hand on my shoulder with a light squeeze.

"I promise that I will do my best to not be a burden." I declare.

After our chat, I spend my time minding the store until closing time. I double check the floor and restock what's low and keep the journal of the day's sales. I make sure to keep everything organized before putting together a list of the things we need to order for the next week. Keishin came out with the broom and the mop, he swept and I mopped the floor behind him. We were done rather fast and put away the cleaning supplies. Stepping through the back of the store we take out the trash to the dumpster and then walk a little to the house behind the store.

"Well, this is home." He says.

"It's very nice."

"Thanks." He closes the door behind us, we remove our shoes and I walk in barefoot, taking my socks off and feeling the cold floors.

"Hey put these on, they should fit." He hands me a pair of gray slippers that seem my size.

"Thanks." I slip them on and he shows me around the house.

"So, living room is here, to the left is my room, the right is yours. The kitchen is down the hall and the bathroom is also down the hall. The is a small backyard if you ever want to sit outside and take a break." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Wow." Amazed at how neat and warm the house felt.

"Yeah, I haven't the heart to change a few things because its the way my mom left it. I just do upkeep." he shrugs.

"Well, I will be sure not to move things too out of place on cleaning day." I make a mental note.

"I appreciate that. For tonight, I'll make dinner. What do you want to eat?" He peers into the fridge.

"How about I make dinner and you tell me what my chores are while I work?" I counter offer.

"Oh, Okay." He steps aside.

I pull out the left over rice he has in a tupper ware, the shaved steak left overs, 3 eggs and a mixed veggie tray. Julienning and then sauteing them for a little color, I add the shaved steak to mix in with the juices from the veggies, adding a pinch of onion powder and a few dashes of soy sauce, I stir until the white rice has an even browning.

"So, we would be alternating cleaning duty, you'll get bathroom and kitchen and I'll do living room and front of the house. Following week, we switch. Cooking is up to you. I'm limited in what I know how to make, but it seems like you can definitely throw down in the kitchen." He motions to me.

"Well, I had to learn while my parents were at work, I made myself dinners." I smile.

"That's very smart." He compliments.

Adding the rice into the meat and veggies and adding a splash of water to make the rice a little fluffy again, I cover it. Cracking the eggs into a bowl and scrambling them before hand.

"So, you learned all this from being home alone?" He grabs plates out of the cupboard.

"Yep, we would have left overs and I'd take them to make them into a meal for myself. I hope you like it." with a half smile as I add the eggs to the same skillet. While the eggs cook into the fried rice, I clean all the utensils I used to cook, leaving just the wooden spoon I was using to help mix everything. Almost like a 6th sense, I could feel that it was ready, so I turn off the heat and proceed to spoon out a few into each bowl.

"It smells delicious!" He takes a whiff before carefully putting the steaming hot food into his mouth and hums something that sounded like 'yum'.

"Glad you like it." I laugh a bit.

That was my first night, it was very nice. It really did feel like having an older brother, despite knowing that I was practically alone in every sense of the word. He really made me feel welcomed. We worked out a deal for when I would get to school.

So while I did some early morning shifts to help prep all the sandwiches and meat buns to be sold for the day, he would take care of the store and then I would do homework while I worked the counter and he would take his break and go over to the house and prep dinner for us later.

It's been about 2 months with the same routine and there was this man, Takeda. He comes in once a day to ask where Keishin was and if he could spare a moment, everytime, he was turned away until yesterday. Kei actually agreed to whatever that Takeda man asked him to do.

"I'll be at the school gym tomorrow, so I want you to go there straight after practice. I'm not letting you out of my sight, kid." He sighs as he goes towards the back room.

"Oh, okay, but who will mind the store?"

"I'll get my nephew to watch the store." He pulls out his phone and dials a number.

"Alright, well, I'm off to school, sandwiches are ready to be stocked, coffee is in the machine brewing for the day, and the meat buns are in the steam tray." I put on my shoes.

"Alright, hon, have a good day at school and don't forget to meet me at the gym." He shouts after me as I jog out to school.

The school day was boring and quite frankly, I was just hoping to see what was going to happen after school, but I still managed to take down good notes in class. I wonder why Takeda wanted Keishin. Guess, I'll find out later.

The day ends and I bolt out of class and head to the gym, right outside is Takeda and Keishin, talking a bit.

"Hi, y/n." Takeda bows.

"Hello, Takeda Sensei."

"Lets see what we are working with." Keishin grumbles and puts out his cigarette.

Inside were boys, shouting and running around. They were playing a 3 4 on 4 game of volleyball. There were 3 boys I recognized as my senpais since one of them gave me a tour around the school my first day and introduced me to the other 2. Sugawara was very nice and detailed with directions, Asahi was super shy and told me I was scary until we spoke a bit more and then there's Daichi. He was just, woah.

Suddenly I'm down on the ground, my chest hurt a little. I wasn't sure what just happened. I definitely got the wind knocked out of me, somehow.

"Woah n/n! Are you okay??" Keishin bends down to check on me.

"Y/N!" Daichi runs over and slides right beside me.

"We are so sorry." I hear the boys shout in unison.

I cough a bit trying to breathe. Daichi helps me sit up.

"Hey, Kiyoko, toss me my water bottle!" Daichi looks at the blue haired girl.

She nods and tosses the water bottle at him and he catches it with ease.

"Here drink some. It'll help" I nod and do as he says.

A sip and I try to breath but it sounds like a heavy wheeze. He takes my loose hairs and tucks them behind my ear.

"It's alright, take your time." He stands.

"Alright, Ennoshita, sub for me. I'm going to look after her during this set."  He takes my hands into his and helps me to the bench. He sits straddling the bench and pats the space in front of him.

"Sit with your back to me." He orders.

I do and his chest is warm. I hum.

"Alright, I'm going to rub your upper arms and I want you to take deep breaths with me." He whispers into my ear.

I could feel my face turn red and my chest tighten, but I nod.

After a few breaths, I feel much better. At some point I had closed my eyes and he had stopped moving his hands on my arms and just held me.

"Hey, earth to y/n. You okay now?" He whispers, bringing me back.

"Yes, thank you, senpai." I reply.

"Please, call me Daichi." He insists.

"Well, now that you are a bit better, please go to the bathroom and check if you're bruised, if you want take Kiyoko with you. She'll be able to help with ice or if you would prefer a salve." He motions to her and she comes over.

"Okay" meek and quiet, I leave with Kiyoko to the bathroom and she comes in with me.

Unbuttoning my school uniform, I see the yellow and blue starting to form.

"What would you like for me to do? Salve and bandage or just an ice pack?" She offers, cleaning her glasses on her volleyball jacket.

"Whichever would make the bruise slow down faster." I shrug.

"I'll get the salve and bandage, wait here." She hurries out.

She returns and quietly buzzes about, tending to the bruise.

"Thank you, senpai." I mumble.

"Of course, let me know if you have any discomfort." she guides me back to the gym and I sit quietly on the bench and watch the rest of the 'set'. In between sets, Daichi comes back over to me and asks me once more if I was okay and I nod, choosing to keep talking to a minimum since my chest was still in some pain.

"So, you have yourself a coach, Takeda." I over hear Keishin shaking hands with Takeda Sensei.

"Thank you. The practice game with Nekoma are in a few weeks. Here's the details and I will need you to come by the office tomorrow so we can formally fill out your paperwork as new head coach of Karasuno's boy's volleyball" He's super excited.

"Alright boys, line up." Daichi commands.

"Thank you for coming." They say in unison.

"Boys, let me introduce you to your new coach. Coach Ukai. he's the former Coach's grandson, he also happened to play for Karasuno when he studied here." Takeda lets Keishin take center stage.

"Alright, so the rematch against Nekoma won't be for another few weeks, and I have 'til then to whip you into shape to even be close to a tied game with them. I have faith in what I witnessed today that we will beat them. Maybe not in our first game but definitely in our second." Keishin riles them up.

"Come on, clean up and then you are free to go home." Daichi claps.

The boys grumble. Just like that time passed in a flash, somehow in that time I became the co manager of the team with Kiyoko and we've become really good friends. Though I know I won't see her around much after this year, with her being a third year and all

The practice game came and the boys played their hardest, in the end, they lost making it really close to a tied game. They were absolutely devastated but definitely not discouraged. After the game, Keishin treated them to dinner. As a way to show them that even in their losses they will learn and adapt, but for now eat and work on your strength. Some of them cried and others remained stoic.

It was weeks later that Takeda slipped by the door and announced that Nekoma had invited us to join in on their training camp. Takeda and Keishin shared a glance, one I knew all too well. 'The I'm not sure we can afford it' look. An idea popped into my head, so I decided to go up to Kei and whisper it.

"Doesn't sound bad, I bet if you got the guys to help then it would definitely go a lot faster. I mean you've got the skills." He nods.

"Takeda, I'm not sure if you know, but y/n is a wiz in the kitchen, can they borrow the cafeteria on Thursday night? Y/N wants to have a bake sale for the team. Of course if the boys help out then I know they'll be in good hands." He pleads.

"What a splendid idea, I'll run it by the principal tomorrow morning and have an answer by practice. Just give me a list of what you wanted to bake and what the cost to profit is, I'm sure it will work out just fine." He looks at a determined y/n who's already scribbling away in their notebook the recipes and how much the items would cost, specially through the store as a vendor they knew they could get a bit of a discount.

On a new sheet of paper, they write down the cost to profit and hand over the menu to Takeda, who looks in awe of the menu.

"Are you sure you can make all this?" He asks.

"With help, of course. I just need to know if I have permission before I go asking the team for help." I nod confidently.

"alright then, I will pass this along." He puts it into his folder of to-do.

The following day at lunch I got the approval of cafeteria use for the thursday night which was in 3 days. Yachi who was the other new co manager created posters to put up around the school and town. The school wrote a check for the cost and I gave it to Keishin when we ordered the ingredients. The entire team agreed to help, even salty Tsukishima. It was a nice night, we took off of practice and spent the evening working hard. The boys followed my every order, I was running a tight ship that night.

By nightfall, we were all packing up the small bundt cakes in the wax paper and twine. The muffins were placed into boxes to contain them for the night and the sweeter things we baked, we left for the afternoon. The entire day Kiyoko and I were manning the cash box, and thanking students for buying and donating the change.

At the end of the day we had made back what we spent on ingredients and more than tripled our profit. We gave back the initial investment that the school spent and we took the rest to the bank. Got the coins changed into larger bills. Gave the money to Takeda who in turn, put it towards the bus to take us to the training camp and food for those two weeks. Even after that we had a little left over, which we had decided we would save for any club emergencies.

"We did it!!!" We announced.

"We're raised enough money to go to the training camp!" Yachi jumps up high like Hinata.

"Yay!" He jumps even higher.

"Rest up, we leave next Friday after school and get there by evening. We are going to be there for 2 weeks." Keishin reminds them.

Time flies and it was just a a few hours by bus to get there. It was finally here, training camp weeks with Nekoma and Fukurodani. Being the last to arrive, the Nekoma team are the ones to greet us.

Everyone is polite enough, though the tension between the captains is so awkward. It makes me want to be a turtle and hide inside my shell. Being here was incredible. The days were spent between exercise and practice games. There were many losses for the boys, but with each game they learned more about their opponents, which in turn they adapted their strategies.

The night before the last day Daichi approached me with a concerned look.

"What's wrong sen-Daichi." I tilt my head.

"Well, tomorrow there's the barbecue and I think we have enough, but I'm not sure. If there's a shortage would you mind going to the store with Kiyoko and two of the boys to help you bring things back?" He places a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course, what kind of a manager would I be if I didn't take care of my team." I laugh it off.

"Thank you for taking such good care of us, if it weren't for your idea, we probably wouldn't have been able to participate." He squeezes.

"It's no big deal, besides, Yachi's posters were also a tremendous help with donations and you guys helped me back and pack all those tiny pastries. It's my pleasure, honestly." I raise my hands in front of me.

"Thank you." He smiles and walks away.

Practice felt like it flew by and the coaches had already started the grills to heat them up. The captains of each team was manning the grills and making sure that everything was cooked to perfection. Daichi gave me the look so I took Kiyoko's wrist and she understood. Looking around the only two boys that seemed the least busy were Tanaka and Nishinoya.

It was a short walk to the store, but while we were there, we had a slight hiccup. Some guys from Fukurodani's regular students were there. They had chosen to hit on Kiyoko and she looked uncomfortable. I tried to distract them from her, but failed. It didn't help that Noya and Tanaka got involved, until I stepped in between and diffused the situation a bit.

"Listen guys, I know she is really beautiful, but she can't go out with you, because she is with me." I step in.

"Yeah, sorry boys. Can't split up the happy couple." Tanaka makes his iconic intimidation face and Noya has a demonic look in his eyes.

"Now, if we can all go about our respective days, that would be amazing." I insist and drag the boys away with Kiyoko and the food cart in tow.

We paid and we left, thinking it would be the last of it. We got back in time with the meat and more soda. The boys celebrated our return and immediately took the items out of our hands and began prep work while the last of the meat had just been put on the grill, but the time it was cooked, the meat we had brought was being put on. The rest of the afternoon goes on with lots of laughter and a light atmosphere.

It was evening by the time the teams had began slowly breaking off to go shower and hit the sack. The captains and a few members stayed behind to help with clean up. Between us we finished up in an hour and placed the trash into the dumpster. The sun had already set and the navy blue sky, like a blanket being pulled over the day to rest.

I wasn't tired so I didn't go back yet, instead I decided to walk around a bit, take in the last views of the school before morning, since we'd be leaving around 7 am to get back by noon and send the team home to rest and study for the exams the rest of the week had instore for us. Thinking over the checklist of things that I could do to kill time, I thought it would be a great idea to go to the store for a last minute run, pick up some cereal bars, or jell-o cups, some kind of snack that didn't need much prep incase the team got peckish on the ride home. Mostly because we weren't going to make breakfast, just pack up, clean and leave.

Apparently the boys from earlier just didn't know when to stop. They just had to follow me at a distance, but I didn't even realize it. It wasn't until I had gotten closer to the gym that they started vandalizing school property. I saw them, with their trash and the faint smell of alcohol hit my nose. I took out my phone and dialed Keishin but he didn't pick up, so I called Daichi.

"Hey y/n, what's up?"

One of the guys had ran towards me and I dropped what I had in hand and my cell phone, luckily it didn't cut off the call.

"Hey, back off, you can't be here."

"Like hell, we can do what we damn well please," one of them slurred.

"Come on cutie, drop the bluenette and come have fun with us instead."

That was all he needed to hear to grab the team and race outside to where I was. Surrounded and trying to find a way out. Nothing seemed viable so I did what I thought and tried to duck under their arms and run, but they caught me by my jacket. I unzipped it and left it in their grasp. I ran until I bumped into something that was soft but sturdy.

"Where are they?" A stern voice.

"Back that way" I answered with my eyes closed still waiting to hit the floor.

"Noya, Tanaka, and Suga, go in first. Rest of you, stagger in." He orders.

"Hey, they didn't touch you right?" He lifted my chin up and I opened my eyes.

"No, but it was really scary." Tears pinching the back of my eyes, just thinking about what could have happened had I not worn the volleyball jacket.

"Shhh, it's okay now. You're safe." He tried to comfort me.

"I tried calling coach but he didn't answer."

"It's okay, we told Kiyoko to stay behind and look for all 3 coaches." He pet my hair.

We stayed like that for a moment until he pulled away first.

"I don't want you walking back alone so come with me and stay behind me. I'll make sure they don't lay a hand on you." He promises.

"Okay" I hesitate.

So of course it caused a commotion and a brawl broke out. Someone called the cops and Noya, Tanaka and I were taken in because of the fight. Daichi had driven to the station with Keishin and Coach Nekomata. While there, the boys were placed in the holding cell while Noya and Tanaka and I were sitting, cuffed on a bench.

"I'm taking the fall, you guys just say it was me that did all the fighting and that they tried to attack you so it's self defense. Okay? I started the fight. You guys can't get into trouble, they'll kick you out of school or something. I'll be fine. So don't fight me. I am your manager and I will hear no protest." I turn to either side of me and they nod in defeat.

After questioning about what had happened I made up a story. About how I was walking back to campus and they were just drunk and spewing nonsense. I tried to get them to leave until one of them grabbed my wrist and I pushed him off as defense, which escalated when his buddies joined in and I fought back, having called my coach to alert him of what's happening. Noya and Tanaka said similar things so the detective gave us all breathalyzer tests to fact check.

We we let go after a few hours.

"Kids!" Keishin is waiting in the lobby to pick us up.

"We're okay coach, a little shaken and roughed up, but we'll be fine." Noya answers.

"Let's go back to campus and you can retell what happened." He looks me up and down to make sure I was okay.

Once back, we went to an empty class on a different floor than the one where everyone was sleeping. I retold what actually happened and the lie we told the cops.

Tch.

"But, they didn't touch you, right?" Kei knelt in front of my seat.

"No, Kei, I'm fine. Scared, but fine." I assure him.

"God, kid, I don't want to think about what could have happened." He engulfs me in a hug.

"I know" muffled into his chest.

Headed to the floor where the rest of the team was, they couldn't sleep. Too anxious about what happened. They try not to crowd me and I bow.

"I'm sorry for worrying you." A few tears slide down my cheek without meaning to.

A chorus of 'don't' could be heard and I couldn't help but feel relief. They ended up giving me a group hug and then they let go after a little. I smile and wipe the tears.

One of the boys managed to grab the things I had dropped and brought them inside. The bag from the store was pretty intact, but my phone sadly was not. It was cracked and had a few scrapes on the exposed metal.

I take my phone and put it in the bag with the things I got. Leaving to the managers room, the tears flow freely. It was scary. I was alone until the guys came to my rescue. I was too scared to lash out. I couldn't move. God I was so stupid.

"Hey, hey, you're safe now, honey." I heard a soothing voice.

"I know, but I could've screamed, done something."

"No, no, none of that. You called us, you did do something and escaped them before we got to you." He cups my face.

I sob a little, but he leans close and looks into my eyes. Its like I was over come with warmth. Like a security blanket wrapped around me. Taking even breaths he thumbs away my tears and gives me a small smile. I flush and my cheeks start getting warm, feeling the blush spread, I look away but he follows my gaze. So I place my hand on his wrist.

Suddenly our lips are just whispers away from touching.

"Are you sure, because I don't want you to feel pressured." our noses grazing each other.

"Kiss me"

It was the sweetest kiss. So soft and gentle, he was treating me like a fragile, porcelain doll.

"I-"

"How about when you feel up to it, I take you out on a date. I'll make it special."

"I would like that." I blush having forgotten all those scary thoughts.

[redwoodwrites]

Fun Hazard

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13368537

Summary:  Before the twins leave for Piedmont, Mabel takes them on a short adventure in the forest.

“BLAAAAAH!”

Ford woke up when something large and heavy landed on his stomach. He jack-knifed to a sitting position and fell off the couch. “Ow! Mabel?”

“IT'S FUN O' CLOCK, PEOPLE!” she bellowed. “RISE AND SHINE!”

Stanley, still sitting on the couch, groaned and cracked his joints as he woke up. Ford and Stanley had fallen asleep on the porch, reminiscing over their boyhood, sharing the adventures they'd had in the forest. At some point, Ford had fallen asleep against his brother, and apparently they'd stayed outside like that all night.

Ford squinted blearily at the sun. “Mabel, it's six in the morning. You haven't been possessed by a rooster again, have you?”

“Puh-lease. You see this sweater?” She stood back. Her handmade earth garb sported a stylized purple octopus with a blushing smily face. “Ain't no rooster's got style like Mabel.”

“Actually, with a double-negative –”

“Mabel?”

They turned. Dipper had appeared in the doorway, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He was soaking wet. “Please tell me you didn't rig the water-balloon alarm clock over my bed. It's too early to murder someone.”

“Then it's my lucky day!” she sang. “C'mon, everybody! We've got two days left at the Falls and I've got BIG PLANS! WOOHOO!”

It took a few minutes, and a lot of loud singing, but eventually Ford let himself be led into the kitchen. Mabel had one hand on his sleeve and the other on Stan's old robe, with Dipper trailing behind.

“I'm gonna make you guys the best breakfast EVER!” she announced. “Smorelets and toast with jelly made from actual jelly beans and juice!”

“Fruit juice?” Dipper asked cautiously.

“Probably!”

Stanley snorted. “Yeah, no, I'm gonna cook 'cuz I ain't got a death wish.”

“I take it Mabel has cooked before,” Ford said wryly, taking a seat at the table.

Dipper shrugged. “Mostly she just makes Mabel Juice. You do not want to know.”

Stanley cooked pancakes while Mabel bounced around him, singing at the top of her lungs and pulling out every topping conceivable for said pancakes: the Jellybean Jelly, powdered sugar, Maple syrup, ice cream, and a rather frightening assortment of off-brand Halloween candy. No telling how old that was. As much as he loved the holiday, Ford made a mental note to stay clear.

Finally the meal was ready, and Stanley put a huge stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. Mabel insisted on putting the toppings all around the pancakes in a flower shape while Dipper passed out the plates. Ford, feeling rather obligated to help, offered to do the dishes.

“Sweet, now I can make as much of a mess as I want!” Mabel said gleefully. She grabbed a stack of pancakes with her hands, loaded her plate and drowned them with syrup. Ford laughed.

They settled down to eat. It was strange, eating with his family. Normally he was on the lookout for inter-dimensional bounty-hunters, and since his recent return to this dimension, he'd eaten in his lab (when he remembered to eat at all). This was different. Companionable. He found himself less interested in the pancakes than in watching his family.

Well, some of his family. Mabel shoved pancakes into her mouth at a frankly unnerving rate, so he quickly looked away. But Dipper and Stan, he noted, both ate their pancakes the same way: filling them with powdered sugar, rolling them up, and eating them like burritos.

Mabel caught him watching. “They call it the 'True Breakfast Burrito',” she said, spitting a few crumbs because her mouth was so full.

Dipper winced. “Ugh, Mabel...!”

“Don't just sit there, smart guy,” Stanley said, his mouth also incredibly full. He nodded at the pancakes. “It's a free-for-all. Take what you want.”

Ford took another pancake and put it on his plate, then scooped out a little pat of butter to put on top. He ate it slowly, listening to the breakfast conversation. Mabel and Dipper had planned a “Weirdmaggedon Outta Here” party for the supernatural creatures they'd met over the summer.

“We can do it tomorrow,” Dipper was saying. “Everybody's probably still freaked out over the whole Apocalypse thing, anyway. Betcha the hospital's packed with people.”

Ford raised his eyebrows. “The hospital? What made you think of that?”

“Oh, well...” He ducked his head. “I've, uh, been there before. Had some issues with...forks.”

“Ah.” One guess what that meant.

“Did you know Soos' mom used to be a nurse?” Mabel asked cheerfully, and poured maple syrup directly into her mouth.

Ford winced. “That can't be good for children.”

Dipper grinned. “Mabel hasn't exploded yet, but Stan and I took bets. I'm thinking she'll drop of a sugar coma by next Wednesday.”

“I've got money for this Saturday at the latest,” Stan said, putting another bottle of syrup on the table.

“Hey!” Dipper protested. “That's enabling! And cheating! You're not supposed to do anything to influence the bet!”

“Says you.”

Ford grinned. “I'm all for long shots. Put me down for three weeks from today.”

When they were done eating, the kids cleaned up and Mabel fed her pig. Stanley got dressed and Mabel hustled them all into the Stanley-Mobile car. There was a brief argument over who would stay to watch Waddles, but Mabel refused to stay behind, so they ended up squashing the pig in the back seat with the twins. They drove off, under orders from Mabel to head straight to the mall. Ford sat shotgun next to Stanley, who, quite frankly, drove as if he was half-blind.

“Are you sure you don't need stronger glasses?” Ford asked, gripping the car door as they took another wild turn.

“Sure I'm sure.” He ran over a road sign. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride, huh?”

“OOOOH!” Mabel shrieked, and Stan nearly flipped the car.

“What the Maple Syrup, Mabel?!”

“Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Stan, you have to stop the car!”

“What for?” he demanded, but Mabel opened the door and he stomped the brake so hard the car burned rubber. She jumped out, came around to Ford's door and pulled it open.

“C'mon, c'mon, Grunkle Ford, you have to see this!” she squealed.

“What, what is it?” he asked, but he let her pull him out of the car.

They'd stopped on a turnout, and the road, as ever, was lined with redwoods. Ford remembered the place dimly from his previous explorations of the forest. It was known for its weirdly glowing pink rocks and the little scampfires that liked to hide among them.

Mabel pulled him into the forest, the rest of the family hurrying to follow.

“Where are we going?” Ford asked her.

“You'll see...here!”

They came to a clearing and stopped. It was about ten feet in diameter, and most of the space was taken up with a pile of the glowing pink rocks, arranged in a distinctive heart shape. Stan came up on one side of him, panting, Dipper and Waddles close behind.

“Wow, Mabel,” Dipper said, surveying the area. “This looks like a lot of work. When did you do this?”

Mabel grinned, sweeping her hands exactly like Stan did when introducing an exhibit. “Welcome, Dipper and Gentlemen, to Mabel's Heart of Bold! I made it after that run-in with Cellestabellabethabelle.”

Ford winced. “Ugh. Her.”

“Haha, yeah...anyway, I was wandering around like a little lost kitten when I saw all these glowing pink rocks. And I thought, aw, they're like little hearts! And that's when I got this idea!”

Ford bent slightly for a closer look. “I thought scampfires collected these. How did you manage to get ahold of so many?”

“Easy! I taught them a neat trick and they let me keep the rock art until the end of the summer.”

“A trick?”

“Watch.” She stepped over to Dipper and whispered in his ear. He blushed and darted a quick glance at Ford.

“Mabel, seriously?” he whispered. “Here, now?”

She grinned. “Unless you have a better one!”

He screwed up his face, thinking, then sighed. “I got nothin'. Fine, here we go.”

The twins faced the rocks, opened their mouths, and sang:

 Friday night, and we're gonna party 'till dawn Don't worry, Daddy, I've got my favorite dress on! We're rollin' to the party, the boys are lookin' our way...

 At this point the rocks, which had been glowing a steady pink, began to pulse with a reddish light. The longer the twins sang, the stronger the pulses, until they were flashing pink and red. Then, under Ford's amazed gaze, the rocks began to change color. The whole heart rippled like a rainbow was flowing over it, a dazzling display of turquoise, indigo, orange, and butter-yellow. Ford caught his brother's eye and grinned – Stan's face was bathed in green light, exactly the color of money.

“Green suits you,” he whispered, as the lights played over their faces.

Stan grinned back. “Me? Look at you.”

Ford looked down. His body was glowing yellow. He stared at it for a second, then started laughing. Stan slung an arm around Ford's shoulder and Ford leaned into his brother, listening as Stan joined in the song.

 Oooh-oh! Girls do what we like, Oooh-oh! We're takin' over tonight.

 The song ended and the rocks gave a last burst of brilliant color, lighting up the trees like miniature fireworks. All four Pines thrust their fists in the air at once.

“Pines! Pines! Pines! Pines!”

 A/N: This was just a quick thing, but I think I like how it turned out. Hope you guys liked it, too!Also please feel free to leave a comment and check out my other works!

[yamithediaperdork]

Yugi has two mommies

WARNING: the charters in this story at all 18 plus. this takes place in the Yu-Gi-Oh verse but after high school. Life after high-school.. for most it's all fun and games, and that should be true even more so for the king of games right? Well that's where your wrong. Take it from me, Yugi motto, the supposed King of games. I still defend my title and make money on the dueling circet but if you believe that i'm anything like i was before.. then again your wrong. After high school Joey and Tristen got jobs working for Duke, and live with him, still running dukes game shop while Anzu got a scholarship to go to collage. To cut down on the cost of living she moved in with Mai, and naturally, with me and Anzu dating at the time I moved in too. Mai gave me connections that helped me earn my share of the rent and I thought while i was off dueling on tours her and Anzu were just having girl talks. Little did I know.. About 2 months into the arrangement a weird thing started to happen. I started waking up wet in my bed! (If you wondering why I had my own bed, Anzu refused to go all the way. She wanted to save herself and me for marriage which I respected, though somehow saving herself involved me worshiping her pussy and sometimes..ick..asshole! Meanwhile she'd lightly play with my weenier and sometimes..uh.. let's not go into that.) Anyways, Having my own bed which was in Anzu's room.. and waking up wet repeatably she started to complain about the smell, and even when I was out of the bedroom her and Mai started to hold their noses around me! As if i still smelled like, well, you know. It was weird though, the only time I ever seemed to have a wetting accident at night was when I was home. In hindsight yeah I was a dumb ass. It was when I came back from a tour that I came into the room, and found that Anzu's bed was gone! While mine had been replaced with a toddlers bed! All of my decorations were in place on my half of the room and Anzu's half now had some boxes in it. The girls had followed me into my room and smiled at me as I turned around angery and demanded to know what was going on. I can still hear the tone of their voices, and I should of know then. "It's simple Yugi. Anzu here has been putting up with your pissy bed for weeks now and it's not fair to her. She's had to take a long shower before class or she smells like your piss." Mai started, Her tone stern and hands on her hips. "Yugi, I'm sleeping in Mai's room, just till we get this figured out." Anzu said, putting a hand on Mai's shoulder and smiling at me. Naturally her tone was softer. "You have to see this is for the best don't you? Unless your jealous Mai is gonna steal me away." Anzu teased and winked. I had blushed and huffed, then gestured to the bed. "Ohhh that.. well your mattress was ruined and the pee had soaked into the bed frame, ruining it too. We have had to toss it and then go bed shopping. And that was when well.." Anzu looked a little sheepish and turned to Mai who took over. "I spotted that bed. the mattress is specially made for potty training toddlers and has special covers that keep it from getting ruined. Plus the bed frame is metal. There's a pad under the bed to catch anything that slips off the side and well,really, you're still a lil shorty Yugi,." She said and ruffled my hair. That made me whine and mutter 'not that short' and the girls, they d'awwed. In the end I accepted the bed, it WAS good logic. Anzu had some weird odor blockers in the room with a familiar scent that I couldn't place at the time, but I'm VERY familiar with it now... Baby powder. Afterwards Anzu apologized to me. She said she should of warned me but didn't know how I'd react and for the rest of the day the girls semi spoiled me, Though it felt..I dunno.. Off. They weren't being mean and agreed with me, and even let me pick out what to watch. but normally when I picked the show I'd get a eye roll for watching things like lil duelers. It was a show meant to help young kids understand how to play duel monsters, Using the toon monster designs, but I happened to like it for some of the battles they played out (and the fact that the dark magician  was one of the biggest heroes on the show didn't hurt.) But today Anzu and Mai exchanged smiles when I put it on and asked if I wanted some juice or something and exchanged smiles when I asked for milk and cookies. The tour had been a hard one with lots of unscheduled matches taking place and I was a little worn out, or that's what i told myself then when after the milk and cookies I started to get sleepy. I yawning lots and Anzu sat next to me, encouraging me to cuddle into her. I did and yawned one last time, and I swear, was just going to rest my eyes. The next time I opened them it was 7:30ish in the am and I was in bed. I'd woken up from the noise coming from the kitchen and rubbed a eye, feeling a little sheepish then noticed a few things. 1) I'd been changed out of my normal clothes (even after high-school I liked the blue jeans and jacket look) and was in a pair of kuriboh Pj's, light purple in the back round with the lil guys all over, and not something i had owned before, as I'd been trying to sleep in just my undies to cut down on the wash. It also kinda looked like fuzzball, the side kick from the cartoon show. 2) There was a stuffie of the Darkie the dark magician from my cartoon show in my bed, and more to the point, in one of my arms, which as I realized I set down. 3) The bed was DRY and a bigggg smile crossed my face and I started to yell out that the bed was dry, and called for Anzu (gah, in hindsight how toddler does THAT sound?!) till I went to get out of bed and 4) Realized that there was something under my PJ bottoms, and it was kinda.. sagging and damp. It was just as I stood up and poked my crotch, that Anzu and Mai came in and smiled. "Wow you kept the bed dry? Good job Yugi!" Anzu coo'ed and came over to hug me then paused and sniffed. I hadn't noticed the slight pee smell in the air (Heck I was practically nose deaf to it) but now realized it was in the air. "Uh-oh..well at least you kept the bed dry." she said and then tugged down my bottoms, and there it was..I was in a.. "You..you put me in.. a ..a.." I stammered, unable to say it and looked at Anzu, tears welling up in my eyes and she instantly hugged me. "Yes Yugi, I put you in a diaper. I'm sorry. I should of mentioned this was part of the plan but you were soooo upset yesterday then conked out before we could mention it." Anzu said. I'm..I'm not proud of what I did next, but i think given the situation, not a damn person could blame me. I broke down and started to bawl. What happened next was Anzu tried to comfort me the best she could, while I sobbed that I wasn't a baby and she tried to tell me no I wasn't. But Mai finally had to clear her throat and tap her wrist, Anzu was gonna be late for class. She looked mad and I thought at the time it was because she wanted to stay and comfort me, but later on I found it it was because she had wanted to handle the removal of the diaper. But the condition of her scholarship made it clear she could only be late so often and she had to boogie as was, leaving me and Mai looking at each other. (Well, more her looking at me while I rubbed my eyes and tried to stop sobbing.) "Oh for Ra's sake Yugi, it's just a wet diaper. Your acting more like a baby then dressed like one." She scolded. "I..I'm..T-trying ta..S-Stop." I hiccuped and she rolled her eyes, then came over. putting a foot on the crotch of my pants that were on the floor she lifted me up and out of them and then held me in her arms, squishing my soggy diaper and I buried my face in her shoulder and whimpered. My one small relief was that the diaper was a plain white one, though even THAT died away as Mai carried me over to where a anther one of the pads for under my bed had been set up. by said pad was two stacks. One of little duelers undies that looked like there were meant for little kids (and sadly would likely still fit me) and the other pile.. was DIAPERS. "Please please don't put me in anther diapers!" I pleaded as she laid me down, bringing my hands together and she smiled and beeped my nose. "Don't be silly Yugi, the diapies (Gah really? such a babyish phase!) Are for beddy byes, you get big boy undies for during the day." she said and chuckled like she had set up for a punchline. "O-Okay.. Why..why did you guys.. g-get all this..little kid stuff.." I asked. Because now as I looked around the room, my decorations were still up, but they were joined by lots of lil duelers and the like stuff, and those boxes were gone. "Why? Heck Yugi, you LOVE that show so we thought it would be a treat for you. Plus you snuggled right up with Darkie.it was ADORABLE." Mai gushed. I whimpered at that and had put my arms up over my face but by then Mai got to the task at hand and untaped my diaper. Now..Only very few people had seen me naked till that point. My parents (Presumably) My grandfather, Joey and Anzu. All of whom who had been somewhat.. er.. Tactful. Mai on the other hand. "Oh my god it's TINY!" She giggled and then put a hand over her mouth as I started to sniffle again and glared at her, a hand reaching down to cover myself up. (Why I didn't just sit up or stop her in the first place...I don't know) "MAI! That's mean!" I huffed instead and She nodded. She was still laughing but covering her mouth and trying not to so that was SOMETHING. I guess. "I'm..I'm sorry just..Pffft.." "You know what, Maybe I should just go and take a shower and-" I huffed but Mai put a hand on my chest and I was powerless to get up. "Nottt possible." Mai said, drawing out the first word, then went on. "Me and Anzu both went for shower's this morning, no hot water left. You better let me clean you up." "I..I can do it myself." I insisted. "Yugi, I've SEEN your undies.I know how well you can wipe." Mai said with a snicker. well, if I thought i was red faced before. In the next few minutes I did as I was told, spread as I was told, rolled over, and was of course betrayed by own body with all the attention I was getting down there. "Uh-oh! Looks like lil Yugi switched to attack mode." Mai teased  and tossed the wipes, and the diaper into a small pail. "I think you can handle it from here? And uh, there are some tissues here if you wanna use those too." Mai smirked and got up, walking out of the room. Once she was out of the room the first thing I did was go over to my dresser and look for a pair of my boxers and of course, they were all gone. My clothes were still the same thankfully, save for my new sleepwear of course. I toyed with just wearing the jeans with no undies then recalled the last time I'd done that. My cock head had gotten soooo sore. Groaning i went back and grabbed a pair of the briefs and started to tug them up..and was dismayed when they more or less fit perfect. (It would of been a perfect fit if not for well, you know.) Grabbing out a shirt and jeans I headed out of the room and into the main living space,and there was Mai reading a paper and drinking some coffee. "Is there any left?" I asked. now normally I loath coffee, but at the moment I wanted to be as big and grown up as possible. "Aren't you worried it'll stunt your growth?" Mai joked then smiled as I glared. "Sorry, bad joke. There's a little bit left but I made a really strong pot Yugi. I don't think your little system can handle it, not with the lack of coffee experience anyways." She warned me. "I can so!" I huffed and getting my stepping stool, went to make myself a coffee. Ah the stepping stool. Seems whoever made these counters didn't want little kids to be able to hurt themselves and Mai admitted she'd had work done to raise them even more after a babysitting job almost turned bad. the end result? Yours truly had to get a white stepping stool to do anything on the counter top. "Yugi, all kidding aside I really don't think you should drink that, you could get a caffeine overdose and get sick to your tummy or even have a accident, and not the piddle kind." Mai warned. It was a good warning and I really should of listened, but pride can be a stupid thing. "I don't have daytime accidents. " I snapped and poured the last bit of sugar in my Blue eye white mug I never saw the smirk on Mai's face. Pouring the last bit of coffee in i got it to about 3/4's full and then got down and grabbed the milk out of the fridge, it was almost gone. "I have to head into work soon, since you'll have the day all to yourself you mind doing the shopping?" Mai asked me. Happy to be given a adult thing to do I nodded and poured the milk in and locked eyes with her as I drank it, and fought not to retch. "Oh wow, I stand corrected, Clearly you can handle your java." Mai smirked and finished her cup and put the paper down. "The list is on the fridge, if you need help with it PLEASE ask this time, I don't want you getting hurt again." Sheesh, you throw your back out carrying a couple of jugs of milk ONE time and your marked for life. Mai gave me a kiss on the forehead and took off for work, saying she'd call to check in on me. Naturally I was all was whatever and said bye. The coffee was working it's magic and I gave a little giggle and feeling FULL of energy I grabbed the shopping list and my wallet and out the door I went. You notice what I forgot to list though don't you? Thankfully the local supermarket knew me and so I didn't get the usual crap about skipping school (though they insisted I use one of the jr shopping carts..jerk butts) Zipping around the aisles and giggling a little loudly, and shaking a little, I heard more then one clerk mutter something about a sugar rush. Ignoring them I got the fruits and veggies that was on the list, some more milk, bread blah blah blah the boring stuff then came to the cookie aisle, and grinned from ear to ear. I had more then enough to go a little crazy and started to load the cart with the cookies when suddenly my tummy didn't feel right. I paused and rubbed it, and it made some funny noises and then suddenly I let out a HUGE fart that I swear they must of hear like, halfway around the world and turned crimson. I decided to play it safe and dashed for the cashier, Though I was letting out little follow up poots from my bottom and I SWEAR everyone was looking at me. Some smirked, some frowned And Maggie, the cashier, gave me a look of worry. "Sir, You can go ahead and use the washroom if you like, I'll ring this though." She offered. Maggie was in her 50's, and kind old lady, she let me get free cookies as a member of the cookie club even though technically I was too old. "I-It'll be OK." I said and flashed a smile, then my tummy hurt again and I hunched over. "Yugi dear I don't think it will be." She said and she came out from behind the till and was coming towards me when I felt anther fart brewing. "You you should stand back Maggie, I have to-" I let out a fart..that lets just say wasn't a fart and spare the awful details. In the aftermath I -might- of broken down bawling and sobbing, shaking like a leaf. Maggie tried to convince me to let her take me home or to call Mai but I just paid for the groceries and arranged delivery (thank god that was a option!) then dashed out. Some of the coffee was still helping me as I swear I was like the strike ninja I was running so fast, but still i got looks and saw people hold their noses. Thankfully I don't think anyone linked the king of games with the poopy pants bawler and I got in the building, running past one of the first floor neighbors who was coming out to walk her dog. Remember before when I aksed if you realized what I had forgotten to mention? Yeahhh I realized it too as I got to our apartment on the 3rd floor and went to grab the key, and couldn't find it. "No no no no no!" I sobbed and banged my fist on the door, letting out anther not fart and sinking to my knees. What I didn't know was the second I started to run out, Maggie god bless her interfering soul, had called Mai at the casino. Telling her what had happened Mai had rushed out of work, losing a days worth of pay to get back to the apartment asap. The rush of energy I'd felt was draining, and I was weakly resting my head on the door, whimpering no, my eye lids feeling so heavy. That's when I heard mai's voice. "Yugi!" I could tell from the tone that she had been angry at first but when I turned to her, with my tear stained cheeks and trembling bottom lip, she softened her tone and came over. "Shhh, it's OK. let's get you inside." She said gently. Mai ended up carrying me, hands under my armpit and holding me away from her, muttering something about being grateful we didn't have carpets and carried me right to the bathroom   then standing me in the tub and tilting my chin up. "Yugi, I need to try and wash most of this off of you, and I don't know how much of the hot water we have back. So it's likely gonna get cold alright?" She asked. "Why..why are you..your 'pose ta be at work." I mumbled. God I was just so sleepy! "I need you to stay awake for a little while longer and we'll talk later. Come on Yugi, what do the good guys say?" She asked, quoting lil duelers. "Never..never give up." I giggled, feeling a bit out of it. The shower head was detachable and she used it to direct the flow that started off luke warm then got cold fast, and soon I was shivering and and whimpered. "Almost done buddy." Mai coo'ed to me. "Your being such a good boy Yugi.. ok, pants coming down.. Yerahhh I know buddy that's cold.. here..work with me.. there you go.. out of the sneakers and pants...and then here go, out of the undies." Mai coo'ed walking me though everything then wrapping me up in a big fluffy towel and drying me off. She sat me on the potty , with the towel around my shoulders and it was a good thing she did, I had a few more not farts and tinkled..though I was shaking so much some of the tinkle went onto the floor. Mai came in and I pointed, my teeth were chattering too much to warn her or say sorry and she smiled. "It's ok buddy, you're sick." She said and then helped me wipe and scooped me up, bringing me into my room. "I think we're gonna stay away from the coffee from now on huh?" She asked and rubbed my back. I nodded and she smirked a lil. "I'm gonna assume that's a nod and not more shakes. I want you to take a nap Yugi, on the couch with me but I wanna get you er.. in protection with all of your-" "N-N-Not F-F-Farts." I whimpered and stuttered. "Heh..yeah not farts. If that OK?" I nodded and the last thing I honestly recall was her laying me down on the pad and reaching for a diaper. "What did you think was gonna happen! You should of refused or just had him make juice!" Anzu was growling. "Look I gave up a days pay to come back and-" Mai argued back. "And you never should of gone to work! Have you been keeping him drinking fluids!?" That was the argument I woke up to, sitting up on the couch and rubbing a eye and my mouth feeling super dry. "Whats all the noise about?" I whined, and Anzu and Mai both turned to me then to each other. "we'll talk about this later." was all Anzu said to Mai, Her voice stern then came over to me. Ok, so in hindsight.. a lot of you have likely figured out what happened. Mai spiked the sugar with laxative powder since I liked to make a morning cup of juice. Instead of making a pitcher I just make it per cup, I'm weird that way. She honestly hadn't planned on me drinking the coffee and the powder was suppose to take long enough that i would of been home when it kicked in.   The best laid plans or some crap like that. "Hey buddy, how are you feeling?" Anzu asked me and kissed my forehead. "Thirsty..and kinda icky in the tummy." I replied honestly. She nodded and looked to Mai, who went to the kitchen then she tugged back the blanket I'd been covered with and I blushed. I was in just a top and a diaper. a diaper what was clearly soaked, and judging from the smell.. "Mai, when was the last time you checked his diaper?" Anzu called and I whined, putting the pillow over my face. "uhhh about half a hour before you came home? Why did he have anther not fart?" "..Not fart?" Anzu asked and giggled. "Oh, it's what he call's that." "Ohhh I see.. Yeah. doesn't seem like a big one. " She called. "I'm RIGHT here you know." I huffed and Anzu blinked then looked sheepish. "ehehehe sorry, Looks like you had anther not fart Yugi, but it's OK, Your sick. Do you feel up to walking to your room with me or want me to carry you?" She asked. "I can walk!" I huffed and squirmed, getting my legs over the side of the couch and going to stand up. And then my legs, a bit weaker then I thought gave out on me and I landed with a squish. blushing and trying not to cry I just looked away from Anzu. How could she possible respect me, her boyfriend, when i was in a stinky diaper and couldn't even walk?! "Its ok Yugi." she cooed and kissed my cheek, scooped me up in her arms bridal style (thankfully!) and Mai followed her with a..BABY BOTTLE!? "I DON'T WANT THAT!" I yelled and pointed and Anzu signed. "Yugi,the baby bottle is because your dehydrated, that's why you feel so awful. But if we give you a cup you'll gulp everything down as fast as possible and give yourself tummy cramps. the nipple have only two holes in it to slow down how much you can drink so you won't get those cramps." She explained. whether or not that was a thing for real or not I couldn't say but as Anzu set me on the pad and Mai handed my the bottle, my thirst overwhelmed my humiliation and I poped it in my mouth. The girls were smiling big time as I suckled on the bottle, til Anzu scolded me a little. "your still drinking too fast. slower or your gonna get a gas bubble." "I don't think he's listening." Mai giggled and she was right, my thirst was overriding Anzu's advice now. "ooook, but don't blame me when I have to burp you after." I rolled my eyes at that, I was more then capable of belching all on my own. "Alright everyone, prepare yourself!" Anzu said ad untaped my diaper and GAH! I had thought it stunk before but this.. YUCK! (I'd find out later that those two were cheaters and had nose plugs in. jerk butts) Again I'll spare all the icky details, just that Anzu wiped me clean and again I er.. went into attack mode. "Heh, Sorry buddy. not while your sick." Was all Anzu said and had Mai get her a ice cube to make it go down to ensure that it wouldn't cause a problem. The stinky diaper went into the pail which now in hindsight was clearly a diaper pail but it really didn't click then. I was about halfway done with the bottle by that point and Anzu had a clean diaper under me, though I whined. "Your not better yet and this is just a precaution" She assured me as she was taping it up and then lifting my shirt up, and blowing a raspberry on my tummy. The evil witch knew I was SUPER ticklish and I was helpless to fight back and giggled like CRAZY, the bottle falling out of my mouth. "You know I think i saw a commercial for some little duelers diapers I think would fit Yugi." mai said while Anzu kept up her tickle torture. "We did go though a few more then expected today." she added "What do you think Yugi, want some cute diapies instead of boring white one? if you agree, giggling helplessly." Anzu said with a grin. I don't think i have to tell you what my response was. huffing and still semi giggling I relaxed in Anzu's arms, drinking from my bottle again as we went back out to the living room, though my chest started to feel a little funny the more I drank. Mai was talking to Anzu about whether or not she had any homework, then the phone rang and Mai was talking on it. Something about a chance to make up for the lost shift today as the feeling in my chest turn more and more owie and I fussed a little. Anzu smiled, not saying a word and I went from sitting in her lap my back to her front to being turned around and she patted my back before I could ask what she was doing I kinda sorta let out a super loud belch that got me a glare from Mai. "Sorry about that, Somebody hasn't learned to cover his mouth when he belches." She was saying. "Told ya that you'd get a gas bubble " Anzu giggled while I buried my face in her shoulder. "Hey, better the mouth then well." And she patted my tushie. "Anzuuuu!" I whined but then as she kept patting my tush it kinda felt.. nice.

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Where Were You In the Morning? (s.m.)

Summary: Mornings in the Mendes family.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

WARNINGS: bad writing

this is just a lil fic i’ve been writing on the side! please continue to vote on my other post! i’m finishing that one up in the next few hours, but that’ll (hopefully) be a fic series that’ll keep me occupied in the coming weeks.

UNEDITED

enjoy if you want :)

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“Good morning, my precious girl.” Shawn cooed to his daughter at eight a.m., the usual time for them to begin their daily shenanigans when he’s home. “How are you today?”

“Mm.” She muttered into his shoulder as he carried her to the changing station in her room, taking off last night’s dirty pamper, using a wipe to wipe her clean, put baby powder on her, and put her in a clean one. “Good.”

He picked her back up again, carrying her to his and his wife’s room, laying her down on their bed in his spot and putting a few pillows around her frame so that she can go back to sleep if she wanted. Then he went into his office, where he calls his “writing room”. Which, ironically, is the room where he writes his music, but he also writes “thank you” letters to venues and event promoters, and plays chess with Cez when he’s absolutely tired of working. 

Back in the bedroom, Angel sat herself up and crawled over the pillow mountain her Daddy made, laying her fluff of chocolatey curls on her Mama’s pillow. “Hi, Mama.” She giggled through her endless wall of hair. 

(Y/N) gently pushed Angel’s hair back with a sleepy smile. “Hello, my love.” 

“Mama, we play today?” 

“Yes, we can play today. Do you want to go to the park?”

Angel’s little hazel eyes widened in excitement. “Park?”

“Yep. Park. We can do swings, the slide, the monkey bars, anything.”

“Daddy come too?” She asked. “Daddy come and push me?”

“Well, how about we ask Daddy after we eat and we’ll see. Okay?”

“Kay. Want “faffles”, Mama.”

“You want waffles for breakfast?” (Y/N) asked the little girl, already certain that waffles with bacon and eggs was what she wanted to eat. That’s what she wants to eat everyday, and sugary oatmeal with strawberries on the rarest of occasions. She picked Angel up and carried her to the kitchen, sitting her in her highchair and giving her some apple juice to keep her (relatively) quiet while (Y/N) cooked for the three of them. She started to fry the bacon in the pan, humming a random tune while her fiancé padded quietly into the kitchen.  She squealed when she felt him hug her from behind and kiss her shoulder. “Hi.”

He took a swift inhale of her hair and drowned in the scent of strawberries and honey. “Hey.” He mumbled, pinching the revealed skin on her hip right by the “S” tattoo in tiny lettering. “Plans for today?”

“Angel wants to go to the park.” She replied, flipping the bacon out of the pan and moving it to the back burner to cool while she started making waffles. “And she very specifically said she wanted her Daddy to come, too.”

“Of course!” His body was still laced in hers and he smiled to himself, kissing her twice--once behind her ear and again on her brown cheek. He really loved this woman with everything he had. Since their third date, he knew that this was the woman he was going to marry; and he liked to think that she knew that as well. They both fell hard and fast, so they dated for four months, said their “I love you”s before his Illuminate tour, and then when he got back, they moved in together. They weren’t married yet and neither of them minded that. He was just grateful she said yes to his proposal in the first place. 

“Why are you all smiley?” She looked over her shoulder and chuckled. 

“I just love you. I’m so lucky to have such an amazing woman by my side.” He squeezed her in his arms a bit longer, then let go before going over to Angel and picking her up out of her highchair. “And I’m so grateful that you gave me my little princess.”

“Daddy,” Angel said, her caramel fingers tangled in his necklace. “Daddy, want fruit.”

“You want some fruit?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you wanted waffles?”

“Want both.”

“A, you can’t have both.” Shawn replied, getting thr fruit out of the refrigerator anyway. “You have to pick.”

“Both, Daddy.” She whined, kicking her feet lightly. “I put syrup on my fruit.”

He scrunched his face as he put her breakfast on a koala ZooPals plate that (Y/N) kept from her childhood. He put cut up bits of half of a waffle on the big part of the plate, with scrambled eggs in one small part, and strawberries and pineapple pieces in the other. He set the plate in front of her, pouring warm maple syrup over her waffles.. and her fruit.

She really is (Y/N)’s weird ass kid, he thought to himself.

“Tank you!” She exclaimed, not bothering to use a fork and sticking her hands in her plate, as most two-year-olds do.

“You’re welcome, beans.” He kissed her forehead, going back to the stove and making he and (Y/N)’s plates and carrying them to the breakfast bar next to Angel. “Baby, what are you looking for?”

“The Rosé,” She mumbled, fumbling around in the refrigerator. “I want to drink.”

“Here,” He reached past her and grabbed the Dom Perignon and orange juice. “let’s make mimosas instead.”

“Mama!” Angel shouted because she wanted attention, and, like both of her parents, she hated when no one was talking to her for longer than five minutes.

“Yes?” Replied (Y/N) as she poured the champagne nearly to the top of a red Solo cup, splashing the tiniest bit of juice after.

“Want juice, pease. Daddy, juice?”

He took out the orange juice and one of her sippy cups, filling it most of the way with juice and the rest of the way with water so it wasn’t super sweet. “Here, beans.”

“Tanks, Daddy. Lub you.” She hummed right before taking a big sip of her juice, licking her pink lips clean of the residue.

“Love you, too.” He pulled the chair out for his fiancée to sit, sitting down, and picking up a piece of bacon from his plate and crunching it in his mouth. “You excited to play at the park today, Angel?”

“Yeah!” She nodded happily. “Daddy, we go on the “swide”?”

“Yeah, babes, we’ll go down the slide all you want, okay? Me, you, and Mama.”

“And den we go get cookies!”

“Cookies?” (Y/N) perked up from slurping her half-assed mimosa. “Beans, you didn’t say anything about cookies.”

“Mama, want cookies after. Daddy get one too.”

“Well, thanks for your generosity.” Shawn snorted to himself. “Glad I’m allowed to participate.”

“Mm. We’ll have to think about that, beans, because we have ice cream here, remember? Daddy bought some when he went to the store last week.”

“Chocolate?” She stared at Shawn’s bacon. “Daddy.....bite?”

He groaned. “Do you want your own piece?”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy, just some yours.”

He got up from his seat, breaking a piece of the bacon (reluctantly), and dropping it in her mouth after her doing that “aaaaahhhh” thing that toddlers do. “There. Happy?”

“Yesh. Nummy, Daddy. I have one?” She asked right as he sat back down.

“Yeah, honey.” He got back up (reluctantly) and got her half of a strip of bacon, breaking it into four pieces for her to munch on. “There you go, bunny.”

“Tank you, Daddy. Lub you lots.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Lub you, Mama.” She said with a strawberry bit in her mouth. “Lub you so much.”

“Love you too, bugs.”

After breakfast, they’d cleaned up the kitchen. Then (Y/N) took Angel to get washed up and dressed while Shawn did the dishes, setting the toddler on she and Shawn’s bed while she herself got dressed. It was hot today; so she figured she could wear a sundress.

Shawn came upstairs, going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. While it was heating up, he went to their shared dresser to pick out jeans and a t-shirt to wear, and a pair of boxer briefs to go underneath. He put the ensemble on the bed in front of Angel, who was quickly getting sleepy from being full. “Bunny?” He asked her. “You okay?”

“I tired, Daddy.” She rubbed her eye. “Park still?”

“You don’t wanna lay down for a little bit before we go, beans? So that way you won’t be sleepy at the park.” (Y/N) suggested as she brushed her hair into a puff.

“Wanna go now, Mama.” She whined with heavy eyes.

“Alright.” Shawn sighed. “But if we go and you’re asleep in the car, we’re coming home and it’ll be nap time for you.”

She whined again, turning her head away from him because she heard something she didn’t want to hear from her Daddy, the king of giving her what she wants because she said so. “Daddy, park.”

“Okay, bugs, okay. But I mean it! When we get there and you’re sleepies in the car, Daddy’s turning the car around—“

“But Daddy, I sleepies now.” She emphasized, as if her being sleepy now would prevent her from being sleepy in the car.

“You sure you don’t wanna lay down for a bit?” (Y/N) sat next to Angel on the bed, rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s okay if you want to.”

“Mm mm, Mama.” She shook her head lazily. “Wanna go now.”

“Okay, bugs. Daddy’s getting in the shower now, okay? Be right back.” Shawn mumbled, tossing a towel over his shoulder, going into the bathroom, and closing the door with a ‘click!’ of the lock because Angel’s a master of opening doors and wreaking havoc on whatever was taking place on the other side of the door without a care.

(Y/N) got comfortable on the bed next to Angel, the little girl crawling up into her Mama’s lap and laying down on her chest. “Mama?” said Angel quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yes?” Replied (Y/N), looking down at the toddler who was fiddling the hem of her Mama’s sundress.

“Lub you.” She kissed the skin on her Mama’s collarbone, above the breast. “Mwah.”

“I love you too, baby.” She peppered kisses all over the little girl’s face and neck, making the child giggle sleepily.

Moments passed and Shawn soon emerged from the bathroom, body wrapped at the hips with a white cotton towel, then looked over at his two favorite girls snuggled on the bed together, asleep. “Of course.” He chuckled woth a shake of his head, putting on a pair of sweatpants and laying down next to them. He kissed their foreheads, and Angel’s eyes squinted open, ger gead sitting up.

“Daddy, park later?”

He nodded, gently setting her head back down, shushing her quietly so she wouldn’t wake her Mama. “Yes, baby. Park later.”

“Kay.”

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Once a King, Always a King (Friday)

Pairing: KingBacchus!Jensen x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 9211

Square Filled: Bondage

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female and Male Receiving), Some Fluff, Smut, Bondage, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Jensen is heading to New Orleans to participate in Mardi Gras as the King of Bacchus. But there is one girl he wants to celebrate the fun-filled weekend with. Now that he has the chance to show her how he really feels, while being in her hometown and having some fun together, will their relationship blossom to more than just friends?

A/N:  So, first off, I have total respect for the Ackles family. I adore their family dynamic and this fic isn’t meant to offend them in any way whatsoever. This is purely written for fun and I send the Ackles family all the best positive vibes I have hoping they continue to be as happy as always. For this fic, Jensen is single. I got the idea after seeing a few videos of his time down here for Mardi Gras and seeing him dressed as the King of Bacchus at the parade. This is my twelfth square filled for @spnkinkbingo .  Feedback is welcomed and hope y’all enjoy it!

A/N 2: I honestly don’t have Jensen’s entire schedule that he had while he was here, so I will mention the ones we know about from social media and add a few things here and there that he could possibly have done while in the city.

SERIES MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST

               Jensen woke up from a happy dream. He dreamt that he and (Y/N) had slept together, that he was finally able to touch, taste and see what he always wanted. That he finally had hope that she was into him like he was into her. He turned in his bed and opened his eyes to see that what he dreamt was a reality. There, on the other side of the bed, laid (Y/N) with the covers only on her bottom half. Her hair was all over the pillow and he could see the slight bruising on her breasts from his biting. He wished they had gone on some more, wish he could have lasted longer, but he was very content with what they had shared. This gave him hope, that maybe she really was into him.

              He reached over a gently caressed her arm that was beside her. But at the slightest touch, (Y/N)’s body reacted, and a slight jump made her wake up. She looked around the room with groggy eyes and finally landed on Jensen.  She smiled and leaned up onto her elbows.

“Good morning and happy birthday J.”

“Mm, yeah that was a great start for a birthday,” he said huskily.

“Well, birthday sex is the great sex, especially between friends that are cool with it.”

              Jensen instantly looked up at her, seeing the bright smile on her face as she lifted the covers over the rest of her body. He couldn’t tell if she was serious about that comment or measuring out his reaction to the word friends. He wasn’t sure how to react, so he nodded his head in agreement. He watched as she got out of bed and wrapped her body in the sheet, making her way towards the bathroom. All he really wanted to do was climb out of bed and yank that sheet away from her, to see the body he kissed and caressed. But he kept himself under control, thinking that maybe he was rushing into things.

              He thought back on their night together and he could admit to himself they never really clarified exactly what the sex meant. All he said was that he wanted her, and she admitted to the same notion. But he never told her how he really felt about her and by the looks of it, she could really be assuming it was only sex and nothing else. Jensen wanted to beat himself in when that thought came through, wishing he had said something before they had sex. His thoughts were interrupted with a knock at the door, causing him to get out of bed to see who it was.

              On the other side was his closest friend, dressed in a black suit but no tie. That’s when it hit Jensen he had to get dressed for today’s event.

“Children’s hospital, I know,” he groaned out as he turned away from the door. “Let me take a quick shower and get dressed.”

“Looks like you slept well enough. Your friend ok with you walking around in boxers?”

              Jensen huffed a response, heading to his closet to take out his powder blue jacket and khaki pants. His friend followed him into the room and Jensen turned to see him looking at the floor, exactly where all the clothes from last night were thrown. He looked back up at Jensen and groaned.

“I told you not to sleep…”

“Well it happened and right now I don’t want to talk about it. Going to get ready once she gets out of the shower.”

              Jensen didn’t wait for his friend’s response, pushing him out towards the exit to shut the door right behind him. Jensen groaned as he leaned against the door. He then heard the water from the shower shut off, making his way back to the room to start getting ready.

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“Sit down so I can get you picture ready.”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) with the mirror he was standing in front of. He was finally dressed and was wondering how he would fix his hair. But there she stood next to a chair that was next to a desk in the bedroom. Her makeup and hair items were all laid out. Jensen turned around to face her, admiring her smile.

“We can’t send you out there without hiding those wrinkles.”

“Excuse you, they are laugh lines.”

              She giggled as Jensen made his way to sit in the chair. He eyed her up and down, loving the cute navy-blue polka dot dress she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with side-swept bangs. The hair that hung from the ponytail was curled, and a nice bow was tied to the ends. Her makeup was simple but Jensen couldn’t keep his eyes off her bright red lips.

“Hey, mister, focus! I need you facing forward so I can do my work.”

              Jensen grunted as he sat straight in his chair and let her work her magic. In just a few minutes, she had his hair gelled back into his usual style, and his face concealed and powdered as usual for the bright lights.

“And, done! Good thing I’m here to make sure your reputation as a handsome man doesn’t get ruined.”

“Oh, so you think I’m handsome eh,” Jensen laughed as he got up from the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I said your reputation!” she responded, slapping his hands that were sliding along her waist. “Now be a good boy and behave.”

“What if I don’t behave?” he growled into her ear.

“Then no birthday fun later,” she whispered back. “Now, time for you to go because everyone is waiting for you downstairs.”

“But you promised you were coming,” he urged as she walked away.

“I am, I just need to get the rest of your makeup together to do any touch-ups.”

              Jensen pouted as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a pair of red heels. She put them on and grabbed the striped blue and white bag he bought for her for Christmas. Looking back to see him still standing there, she smiled and walked over, tapping his cheek with her fingers.

“Promise I will be down before you leave. The guys just want to break a toast before the busy day.”

              Jensen quietly nodded and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He made his way out of the room and down to the main floor of the hotel. There, his friends were in a circle with orange juice filled glasses that he assumed were mimosas. They all greeted him and handed him a glass before the questions began.

“So little birdie told us you hooked up with your girl from work. That was quicker than what some of us expected.”

“Shut it. It’s not your business so respect her ok.”

“Ok fine, but you better not ruin your workplace with this. Imagine how hard it will be to work with someone you slept with.”

              Jensen huffed as he took a sip. After a few minutes, (Y/N) finally climbed out of the elevator and walked over to the group. Jensen noticed as she made her way towards them, all his friends grew silent and stared at her with wide eyes. He then felt someone tapping his shoulder.

“Will say this, she is confident for a girl her size.”

              Jensen punched his friend in the arm, giving him a glare. His friend backed away, quietly apologizing as he rubbed his arm. When Jensen looked back to where (Y/N) was, she was looking inside her bag, pulling out her phone.

“Ok let’s get a picture of you guys together then one of J alone to send to the folks back in Vancouver. Jared and Misha made me promise to take tons of pictures.”

              They all posed together, doing silly poses for each picture she took, then she took a few of Jensen alone, posing in different areas of the hotel. Then, Jensen’s closest friend walked over towards her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and handed her the phone, walking over towards Jensen afterward.

“Says we should get one together to send to everyone.”

              Jensen nodded in agreement. (Y/N) moved to stand by his side, hands together in front of her as she looked towards the camera. Jensen posed next to her, his hand right on the crook of her back. That’s when he saw from the corner of his eye how his friends were staring at (Y/N), which made him feel a bit of jealousy. So, he motioned for his friend to take another, but this time, he moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Since he was taller than her, he was able to place his chin on the top of her head, careful to not ruin her hair. The picture was taken, and she quickly moved away, not letting him see her face. But he knew she was blushing furiously since she wasn’t one to be very affectionate around others. It was already a big deal when Jared would hug her on set in front of everyone, so he knew how she would react at what he just did.

              After a few more pictures, they all climbed into the bus from yesterday and enjoyed the view of the city towards the Children’s Hospital. On the way, Jensen was pulled to the side to talk to the handler, being told what the plan was. He was to meet a few of the patients and staff, give a small speech that was already made for him and to take a few pictures. It was planned to be a quick in and out, which didn’t make Jensen feel happy. He wanted to spend some time with the staff, especially the children. Before they arrived to the hospital, (Y/n) came over to touch up his makeup and make sure his hair was in place.

“Excited to see the kids?” she asked as she powdered his nose.

“Yeah, but by the looks of it we won’t be here for long.”

“Really? And that bothers you?”

“Yeah, I mean I was excited to see the kids and staff, spend a bit of time with them.”

“Hmm, well, I get they have plans and all but maybe we can find a way to… don’t know…stall the trip?”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) as she gave him a wink.

“You better not do anything crazy,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

              All she did was smile at him and finish her touch-ups. They finally made it to the hospital and just like yesterday, everyone else got off leaving Jensen dead last. He was given a handful of coins to throw at the crowd once he got off, which he found fun as he watched people scramble to catch the piece of plastic. He was guided inside as the cameras flashed around him. He looked behind him to make sure (Y/N) was fine, walking behind him. His handler wasn’t too happy with the extra person but when he was told she was Jensen’s personal makeup artist, he agreed with a mumble, letting her join them.

              As Jensen walked through the hospital, he was greeted by many members of the staff, a few wearing shirts he and the cast had made for charity events they held. When they walked into the big hall of the hospital, he was taken back by how many kids were there waiting for him with big applause. They all cheered for him and many held a picture of him in their hands. Some even had the anti-possession symbol drawn on their little bald heads. He moved about the room, handing everyone coins he grabbed from the bag the handler was carrying, greeting everyone with a big smile as a band was playing music in the background. He was then given a bead that had the Children’s Hospital symbol on it, placing it around his neck and making sure everyone could see it by unbuttoning his jacket.

              After the music ended, he was guided towards a podium where an older gentleman stood, waiting for him. Camera’s were surrounding the podium as they recorded everything. Jensen looked over to (Y/N) who gave him two thumbs up, letting him know he was doing great. That itself calmed his nerves a bit, thankful that’s she was there with him. As the older gentleman began his speech, it was then Jensen found out the guy was the Captain of Bacchus, someone he was going to meet at the crowning. Jensen was so lost in his mind that he almost missed the man calling his name, presenting him to the crowd. Jensen shook the man’s hand and walked up to the podium, ready to give the speech he had been practicing.

“How’s everybody doing today? Pretty good?” he asked the crowd as they all responded with cheers. While he was talking, someone’s phone rang. He looked over to the reporter who was silencing his phone and said, “Just take a message for me will ya?” causing the crowd to burst into laughter.

“Well, it’s an honor and a privilege and I am very humble to be here. And I hope to get to see all you guys and hand out some of these doubloons here for you. There’s probably some laying on the ground there, there goes one,” he said right when the jingle of a coin falling to the ground was heard. He was glad he was making everyone laugh.

“Umm, anyways, the week started yesterday. We got into town and we’ve been so thrilled with the outpouring of hospitality from this city, and I have always loved this town. Living in Austin gives me the chance to come here often, and a dear friend of mine is from New Orleans,” he continued as he pointed towards (Y/N) who was standing close by. She waved at him with a big smile as he waved back and continued his speech.

“I love it here, and I love coming here. This is really a special way to celebrate Mardi Gras, and it’s also a special way to celebrate my birthday which also happens to be today.” The crowd cheered loudly as he continued. “Yes, this was certainly one of the events this week that I was really, truly looking forward to. So, just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being here! I’m thrilled to be here as well, and Hail Bacchus!”

              The crowd gave him applause as he walked away from the podium, his eyes falling on to (Y/N)’s who was smiling so much as she clapped along. He smiled back at her and turned his focus back to the gentlemen around him. The Captain then told him that the children had something for him, which a young boy with a Spider-Man mask painted on his face walked over with a Paper Mache crown. Jensen moved down to kneel, so the boy could place the crown on his head and smiled at him as everyone clapped more. Photographers circled around them as Jensen placed an arm over the boy’s shoulders and took pictures with him, smiling. He handed the boy a few doubloons and patted him on the head as the boy whispered a ‘thank you’ and walked away.

              Jensen was thanking everyone when suddenly a reporter asked him about how important it was for him to make a stop at the hospital during the festivities planned.

“Very important. In fact, this was one of the most important things to me. Obviously looking forward to the parade. This is my first Mardi Gras. We saw a few videos of Muses last night on the way here so if that was any indication of what Bacchus is going to be like, I better get some sleep.”

              Jensen looked around with a smile as everyone laughed and giggled at his mention of sleep, thinking to himself that if (Y/N) was going to be in his room the rest of the weekend, sleep wasn’t going to be the main priority, not after last night.

“But this was on the list of things I was most looking forward to. You know, my best friend has three kids, who I love like they are my own. And children are just a big part of my life, hopefully, one day I will have my own. And when they said Children’s Hospital, that we were going to stop by here, without question. And I brought my close friends, telling them I was going to need support if I’m going to go shake some hands and see some kids because it holds a special place in my heart. So happy to be here, thrilled to do it.”

              Once Jensen was done with his answer, he looked around him wondering what was next when suddenly the band started playing Happy Birthday and burst into song. Jensen clapped along as he stood there, watching everyone clap to the music. During the singing, Jensen pointed at (Y/N) and signaled for her to come by him. She pushed her way through the reporters and stood next to him, smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday big boy. You were awesome up here. And nice crown!”

              Jensen leaned closer to her, whispering a ‘thank you’ in her ear as he grabbed her hand and held it in his. He could see the bit of pink flush her cheeks as she guided their finger laced hands behind her, not letting the reporters see. Once the song was done, the handler told Jensen that they were going to walk around and meet the staff and patients that were there. He turned to look at (Y/N) and took off his crown, handing it to her.

“Take good care of this now.”

“With my life,” she responded.

              Jensen smiled at her before turning to face the crowd, heading in the direction he was guided to. Once he reached the crowd, he got into fan mode, smiling and greeting everyone, taking pictures with them and sharing a few words. Staff and kids alike were excited to see him, coming to find out many staff members were a fan of the show and his work. He signed papers, took selfies and joked with everyone there. When he looked behind him, he saw that (Y/N) was getting the people to go towards him, people that the handler had sent away quietly. She even had a few kids in hand, bringing them over with a nurse so they could meet Jensen, He smiled when he saw the excitement in the kid’s eyes and kneeled onto the floor to give them all hugs. He felt so happy that (Y/N) was doing her best to help him see everyone there, especially the kids. He made a mental note to find a way to thank her somehow.

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“Now that is what I call a great welcome to the King!”

              Jensen and his friends laughed as (Y/N) jumped onto the bus yelling. They had finally finished the event at the Children’s Hospital and it had lasted longer than the handler had planned. He assumed there weren’t going to many people in the main hall of the hospital, but (Y/N) had gone through some of the rooms with the help of nurses to get others to come to talk to Jensen. Jensen was so happy that he got to spend time with the kids and staff of the hospital, he knew today was going to be part of his top five best days ever. (Y/N) took a seat next to Jensen and started pulling makeup items from her bag.

“Just wanted to say thanks on getting everyone in so I could see all the kids,” he whispered in her ear. “it was the best.”

“Hmm, don’t know what you’re talking bout,” she responded with a straight face.

              Jensen laughed out at her response. (Y/N) did another touch up of his makeup as the bus drove to the next spot. By what Jensen heard from the handler, they were going to get lunch. And Jensen had to admit he was hungry after all that excitement. The bus finally reached its location on Tchoupitoulas St., the restaurant called Emerils. (Y/N) looked around a bit thrown off before turning to the handler.

“You booked a table at this place?”

“It was the only place we could book with the time limit we had and amount of folks,” he responded.

“But the best place to take people is Commander’s Palace.”

“They are booked to the brim during Mardi Gras.”

              Jensen watched as she huffed and made her way towards the bus driver. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded. She walked back to her seat as the bus pulled out and started back on the road.

“Wait,” the handler pushed. “Where are we going? We have a table here.”

“Then cancel it,” (Y/N) responded. “We are going to Commander’s Palace.”

“But we don’t have a table and we aren’t sure if they will even take us,” he clapped back in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”

              Jensen leaned into her and spoke at a low tone.

“Are you sure? I mean we can come back another time…”

“No, I told you if we ever were in New Orleans together I would take you to Commander’s Palace and we are going today.”

              The ride to Commander’s was silent with the handler mad that (Y/N) took over the lunch trip. Once they reached the restaurant, they all climbed out and made their way into the restaurant. Jensen couldn’t help but admire how beautiful the place was inside. And the surrounding smell of food was making his mouth water. (Y/N) walked up to the podium where a woman stood. (Y/N) spoke to her in a low tone where no one could hear her. The woman suddenly stood up straight and pulled out a cell phone, making a call. (Y/N) walked back towards the group, smiling.

“What’s going on?” asked Jensen.

“Oh, don’t worry, just gotta wait a few minutes to then get our table.”

              Suddenly, the entrance doors burst wide open and there stood an older lady with short red hair, dressed in what looked like office attire.

“(Y/N)! Sweet child! Why didn’t you call if you were going to be in town?”

              The group watched as (Y/N) made her way towards the woman and hugged her in such a familiar way. Once they let each other go, (Y/N) turned to the group.

“Auntie Addie, I would like for you to meet my friend and coworker, Jensen Ackles. And everyone else is his group of friends from Austin. Everyone, this is my Auntie Adelaide or Addie for short.”

“Oh, THE Jensen Ackles?” Adelaide gasped as she moved closer. “Isn’t he the King of Bacchus this year?”

“Yes ma'am. Such a pleasure to meet you. Would love to say (Y/N) here has mentioned you but sadly she hasn’t.” Jensen answered as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.

“Oh dear, I would so be surprised if she did mention me. Child is so private,” she laughed as she took Jensen’s hand and shook it. “If she ever did talk about me or anyone from down here, hell would have really frozen over.”

              Adelaide moved to great everyone else and made her way towards the hostess.

“Well darling, what are you waiting for? Show our guests to the Coliseum room.”

“Yes, ma'am,” the hostess responded quickly as she turned to guide the group towards the back.

              Everyone followed the hostess to enter a room towards the back of the restaurant. She opened the doors to a large room, tables and silverware already set. It had a small stage and windows surrounding them as they got a good view of the garden in the back. The hostess guided Jensen and (Y/N) to a table where Adelaide had already taken a seat. Everyone else went to get their own seats. Being polite, Jensen pulled out the chair for (Y/N) to sit and pushed it in for her, catching Adelaide’s eye.

“Very polite, son. Born in the south?”

“Born and raised in Dallas, Texas ma'am.”

“Ah, true southern man. Have you moved up north for your job?”

“Yes and no. We have our own placed in Vancouver for work, but I purchased a home in Austin that I currently finished working on. Plus, I run my own brewery in Austin and have other small business ventures other than acting.”

“Rich and a gentleman,” Adelaide gushed, looking over at (Y/N). “And why haven’t you tied the knot with him?”

“Auntie Addie!” (Y/N) exclaimed, her face turning pink.

              Jensen held back his laughter and side comment about wondering why he hadn’t swooped her up yet.

“Looks like your aunt keeps you in mind a lot, (Y/N),” Jensen stated as he looked over the menu in front of him.

“Oh, son, this child here, I got nothing to worry about except that she marries the right man or woman. We are a progressive family these days. Has she really never mentioned us to you at work?”

“No, auntie because I have no need to brag about you.”

“Darling! Imagine how many places you could have gone into for free to eat if you would have done what you did today. Still cannot believe you waited until today to say that you were in town. This child here stays in Vancouver for work, barely has time to visit. And now that she is here, forgets bout her little family.”

“Sorry, auntie but it was last minute. I had two days to get ready and have been busy since.”

“Yeah, I am so sorry. She has been staying by my side to make sure my hair and make up were to standards for all the pictures taken. Can I ask on which side of the family you are related to her?” Jensen asked as he took a sip of the water glass the waiter placed in front of him.

“Oh, we aren’t blood-related, J.”

“Oh no, Momma took this sweet child under her wing.”

“Momma?” Jensen asked a bit confused.

“My mother Ella Brennan, she used to run this establishment. (Y/N) use to work here as a waitress back when Momma was still alive.”

“Bless Momma Ella’s heart.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Yes, Momma Ella would always have a close relationship with the staff, making sure everyone was happy here. But this little critter treated Momma with so much love. A hard worker of course, even while going to beauty school full time and apprenticing at a salon in the downtown area. My, this girl knew how to balance it all.”

              Adelaide paused the conversation when a waiter came over to take their orders. Jensen let (Y/N) order for him since he figured she knew what was best to get.

“Well,” Adelaide continued. “As I was saying, (Y/N) here was balancing all that and still carried such a beautiful smile, Momma, of course, loved her even more. Even with her busy time, whenever Momma got sick, (Y/N) would make the time to go and visit her, play with her hair, do a bit of makeup so Momma could feel better.”

“Momma Ella had such a big heart, I couldn’t go without a day of seeing her,” (Y/N) added. “And I loved spending time with her, we had so much fun together.”

“That is very true. So, Momma Ella took her under her wing and told us that if (Y/N) here ever needed something, to help her immediately. Plus, we all grew to love this sweet child. At first, we thought, ‘Oh someone trying to use Momma for her kindness.’ But when Momma offered to help her with her bills and rent so (Y/N) could dedicate her time to school, she said no!”

              Jensen looked at (Y/N) and noticed she was looking down at her hands on the table.

“Why did you say no to the help?” he asked.

“I didn’t want anyone thinking I was using her. Plus, I was fine with my hectic schedule, gave me a purpose to keep going, knowing I was doing it on my own.”

              That’s when Jensen thought back on the times he saw (Y/N) running around set when most of the makeup crew was gone, or the times they had a last-minute scene and she was the only one handling everything from the regular photo makeup to the masks of the creatures. He never really thought about why she was willing to do everything on her own, but hearing this, made him realize how strong and dedicated she was to her passion.

“And ever since then, we all learned to trust and love her. She would even help us organize the charity events we did. Gosh, she and Momma would have so much fun picking out what charity we would raise money for and putting together the entire event.”

“You helped doing charity?” Jensen asked, not really surprised since (Y/N) would do the same whenever he and the guys would do charity events.

“Yeah, there were so many programs to help, Momma Ella would make sure we never did the same program twice in a row. We even made a list to be more organized.” (Y/N) responded.

“When she told us, she had gotten a job in Vancouver for a tv show, we were all excited. Offered to help her in any way we could and all she asked for was a picture of us all together.”

“And that was the last time I got a picture with Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered.

“Oh baby, don’t cry,” Adelaide moved from her chair to hug (Y/N). “Just remember, she loved you and had faith that you would do great with your passion.”

              Jensen watched the two interact, wanting to be the one hugging (Y/N). But the warmth he felt from these two women together, he knew just how big of a heart (Y/N) had. To have such a big connection in the city and not use it for her benefit, made it clear to him she didn’t care about fame and fortune. Once (Y/N) was calm, the food arrived, and the smell made Jensen’s mouth water. Everything was delicious, (Y/N) even gave him a taste of her food. By what (Y/N) told him, everything was local cuisine and even the food itself was purchased by local vendors, the restaurants' way to help sales with the locals. Once they were done eating and plates cleared, the waiters came back asking what they wanted for dessert. Again (Y/N) picked for Jensen, promising he would love it.

              A small band came in and onto the small stage and once they were settled, they started playing Happy Birthday as the waiters came in with everyone’s dessert. But Jensen knew which one was his because there was a candle on the plate that came with his dessert. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as the dessert was placed in front of him and once the song was done, he blew out the candle, receiving loud applause from the entire room. The band continued playing as everyone enjoyed their dessert.

“So what ya wish for J?”

“You know a birthday wish can’t be said until it comes true.”

“Well, when it comes true, better tell me,” (Y/N) giggled as she took a bite from her pie.

              Jensen looked down at his dessert and took the spoon, taking a piece. He ate it and moaned at the taste.

“It’s our famous Bread Pudding Souffle,” Adelaide pointed out. “(Y/N) loved ordering that for her birthday.”

              The rest of the time was of him enjoying the dessert a bit too much with the moans he made, snatching a piece of (Y/N) pie to give it a taste. By the end of the meal, he understood why (Y/N) was so adamant to come here. The food was delicious and it was nice to meet someone that knew (Y/N) before she came into his life. As they made their way out the restaurant, Adelaide said goodbye to everyone, but took (Y/N) into her arms and hugged her tightly, her face clear that she didn’t want to let her go. She placed a kiss on (Y/N) cheek and told her something, (Y/N) shaking her head as she laughed. Then Adelaide went up to Jensen and pulled him into a hug, patting his back.

“Take care of my sweet child,” Adelaide whispered into Jensen’s ear. “She has had a rough life on her own, her heart broken too many times.” Adelaide pulled back and looked Jensen in the eyes. “I can see clearly how much you care about her, so a piece of advice, no runarounds with her. Be straight to the point and serious because I don’t think she could handle another heartbreak, especially coming from someone she admires.”

              Jensen nodded with a smile, placing a kiss on Adelaide’s cheek. As she walked away, a waiter handed (Y/N) a small bag, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) turned back to the bus and got on, Jensen right behind her. They took a seat at the back of the bus and (Y/N) opened the bag. Jensen heard her gasp and pull out a few scarves that were all different colors and when he glanced inside the bag, he saw jewelry and pins inside.

“These belonged to Momma Ella.” (Y/N) whispered. She then pulled out a small piece of paper that was at the bottom and read it out loud. “Momma Ella wanted you to have these since she knew how much you loved wearing them. Always remember, she loved you and knew you would do great with your life, so prove her right, child. Your Auntie Adelaide.”

              (Y/N) looked up at Jensen, her eyes bright with tears. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and let her cry, placing kisses on the top of her head in comfort. That’s how they rode the rest of the bus ride to their next event.

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“I am so tired from all the running around!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping onto the bed the moment they walked into the hotel room.

“We still have tonight’s fun at the club. The guys are getting ready.”

“I don’t think I will be joining you for that. Too tired and my feet hurt like a bitch.”

              Jensen laughed as he sat at the edge of the bed, removing her shoes. (Y/N) groaned and wiggled her toes as he put both her feet on his lap, massaging them.

“Oooh if you keep doing that you won’t get ready in time to go with the boys.”

“What if I would rather stay in with you?” he growled as he lifted a foot to his mouth and placed kisses on each toe.

“Nope!” she exclaimed as she crawled out of his reach. “You are going to have fun with the boys and enjoy Bourbon street!”

“So, you don’t care if I see a pair of boobs or possibly have a stripper dancing on me?”

“One, I am not a jealous girl and two, that is the best part of Mardi Gras! Boobs for beads is the best trade-off!”

              Jensen laughed at her response. Then (Y/N) crawled back over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Plus, missy here needs to get your birthday gift ready. So be a good boy and enjoy your time with the boys while I get things ready here.”

              Jensen moaned as her mouth kissed his earlobe and down to the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, standing to pull her closer. Once he had her facing him, he planted his lips on her luscious ones, sliding his tongue against her lips for entrance. Once she did, their kiss deepened, tongues clashing for control. He pulled her bottom lip and sucked on it gently, then pulling back to see the mess he made. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breath coming out in heavy pants.

“How long do you need?” he asked huskily.

“Couple of hours but should be ready by eleven.”

“Then I will be here at eleven.”

“No, enjoy your fun with the boys…” she protested but he hushed her.

“I will. But I want to celebrate the last hour of my birthday with you. Plus, you know the club scene isn’t for me.”

              She nodded in response before Jensen pulled her back into a deep kiss. Her hands crawled into his hair, pulling at his short locks. He used all his strength to unwrap himself from her, knowing if he stayed like that any longer he would surely miss out on a fun night. He moved to the closet to grab some new clothes to change as (Y/N) moved to her makeup table and waited for him there.

“I don’t need makeup done,” he stated.

“We can’t be too safe in case reporters spot you guys. Plus, I messed up your hair so gonna fix it quickly.”

              Jensen groaned in a complaint as he quickly undressed. He smiled when (Y/N) whistled out, taking his time to get dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he moved over to the chair she stood at.

“Oof, such a good view.”

              Jensen laughed, and they joked around as she fixed him up, having him camera ready in. The second she was done, there was a knock on the room door.

“Boys are waiting, J.”

“Don’t have too much fun without me now,” Jensen joked as he got up from the chair, pulling her into his arms. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, letting her go so he could head out.

“Have fun now J!” she yelled at him as he left.

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              Jensen made his way towards the hotel room, thinking back on the night he just had. His friends had gotten him a lap dance from a stripper, drank a few beers and threw some beads off the balcony they had booked just for them. He laughed to himself out of how crazy it had gotten by the time he left. His friends poking fun at the fact he was leaving so early, making notions that he was on a leash. Of course, he ignored them because all he could think about was what (Y/N) had waiting for him. He unlocked the door to the room and noticed that the only light in the entire place came from the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bedroom, his eyes growing wide in shock at the view before him.

              The room was lit by many candles surrounding the room. A bottle of champagne was sitting on the bedside table in a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses sat next to the bucket. Jensen walked over to the bed, touching the red sheets he spotted and realized they were made of silk. There were small ropes tied around each bedpost, silk ties at the end. That’s when he saw the assortment of items laid out on the bed. Different size and style of vibrators and butt plugs, beads and an eye mask. There was also this long bar that had for cuffs on it and a few whips and paddles laid out in size order. Jensen was so distracted by the items before him, he didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

“Well, well. Look who is here.”

              Jensen turned around at hearing her voice, his mouth dropping open as the alluring image before him. (Y/N) was standing at the bathroom entrance, her hair loose in waves and surrounding her face. Her makeup was simple, black cat liner and thick lashes, her lips bright red like earlier. His eyes ran down her body in the outfit she wore. It was a long, sheer black lace gown with a high leg slit. The top of the gown had an apex halter neck and a keyhole front cut out, letting him see her full breasts but no nipples. Underneath he could see she was wearing small black panties, but when she walked into the room, she gave him a slow turn, letting him see that she was really wearing a G-string.

“So what do you think?”

“I…I am drawing a blank,” he responded as she walked over to him.

“Do you remember that one night you and Alex got so drunk I had to babysit both of you? Well, that night you got to confessing a few things, mostly sexual since you said it had been a while since you last were with a woman. But, one of those things was that you were curious about bondage, but the women you knew weren’t into the whole submit total control thing.”

              Jensen swallowed as she toyed with the collar of his jacket.

“So, I thought today, since you are ok with having sex with me, why not fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

              Her eyes looked up at him through her long lashes, seductively as she rubbed her body against him.

“If…only if you’re up for it.”

              She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled, nodding her head. Jensen pulled back and started to remove his clothes, keeping his eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed.

“Remind me next time to get drunk and tell you more secrets.”

              (Y/N) giggled at him, sitting at the front of the bed. Once he stood in the room in only his boxers, Jensen made his way towards her, his eyes never peeling away from her. He stood in front of her and placed his hands along the sides of her face, making her look up at him. He leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her lips, not rushing the experience. He wanted to enjoy the night.

“Any safe word, because I plan on making this last as long as possible,” he whispered before placing another kiss on her lips.

“Keep it simple, green for good and red for no more. But I doubt I would be begging for you to stop.”

“Hmm,” he hummed trailing kisses along her nose bridge. “We will see what you will beg for.”

              Jensen deepened the kiss, feeling as her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt her mouth open to him, allowing him to sweep his tongue inside. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away, placing then along her side.

“No touching unless I say so.”

              She nodded her head in agreement as Jensen moved away. He reached behind her for the eye mask, placing it on her. She gasped once her eyes were fully covered, her palms flat on the bed. Jensen slid the rest of the items to the edge of the bed, pushing her to lay back so only her legs dangled from the edge she sat at. Jensen then walked over to the side table and pulled out the bottle of champagne from the bucket, taking the bucket with him. Once he was back in front of her, he looked down at her plump body, waiting for him.

“I am going to tie your hands up, so you don’t touch me understand.”

              (Y/N) nodded quickly, extending her hands out, waiting. Jensen moved to grab the ties at the end of the rope and quickly bound her wrists together, making sure it was tight enough to hold her but not too tight to break the skin. He then moved to grab the ropes on the other end of the bed and used those to keep her arms above her head. Once he was sure she was in place, he moved back to stand in front of her. His eyes raked over her curves, knowing exactly what he wanted to do first.

              He leaned forward and began to kiss her exposed cleavage, licking the curves of her breasts, feeling her body shiver under his hands that slid up and down the sides of her delicious body. He felt how soft the sheer dress was, pulling it slowly up her legs. She raised her bottom a bit so that the dress could bunch up at her waist. Jensen slid his hands over her soft skin, loving the curve of her hips and thick thighs.

Jensen moved to reach for the small egg-shaped vibrator he spotted and the bar, knowing he would need them for what he had planned. He moved to kneel in front of her and grabbed the bar, placing her ankles into the cuffs. Noticing the small buttons on the bar, he pressed them to realize that the bar extended out even more from its original size. He pulled it out until her legs were spread wide, open for his view. He didn’t miss the gasps that came with what he did, smiling to himself.

              He moved to kneel in between her legs, the bar laying across his calves. His gaze traveled to his goal, noticing how wet with slick her G-string was. He grabbed the small bands of the G-string and slowly peeled them off her, ripping one of the bands open so it could fall to down one leg. He groaned when he saw she was freshly shaved, putting his nose closer to smell her musky scent.

“You already wet for me, baby. All musky and soaking, just how I like it.”

“All for you J, all for you,” she moaned out, her body rising from the bed.

              Jensen placed an arm on her plump stomach, holding her body down as he looked over her pussy. He slid two fingers over her arousal, feeling her body shake with need. Using the same two fingers, he opened her up and saw how swollen her clit already was. That view caused a low groan to escape his lips.

“So beautiful, and oh so delicious.”

              Jensen leaned in and slid his tongue along her insides, tasting the sweet juices she produced. He explored her slowly, taking his time to enjoy her. Her body did its best to try and arch into him, but his arm kept her still on the bed. He licked her, stroked her entrance and flicked her clit with his tongue.

“Jensen,” he heard her whine out.

“Be patient, baby,” he responded with a growl.

              Jensen reached over to his side and pulled out a small piece of ice from the bucket, the ice already melting. He stuck it in between his lips and raised his eyes to her, watching her carefully. Slowly he closed the space between her pussy and his mouth, sliding the ice inside her. She gasped as her chest arched, letting him see the shock of the cold. He kept sliding the ice up and down her insides, eventually reaching her clit, doing circles around the swollen bud. Her moans of pleasure and the shiver of her body confirmed to him she was enjoying this as much as he was.

              The ice finally melted to a small ball, letting him swallow it. But that didn’t stop him, instead, he began to flick his tongue even faster against her nub, taking moments to pull it in his mouth to suck on it, causing her to scream. He didn’t stop, not wanting to stop as her climax finally reached her. She came all over his mouth, her cum dripping down his chin. He didn’t let go until he felt her body jerking from the pressure. He got back onto his feet and admired his work, leaving her breathless on the bed.

              Jensen grabbed the ropes on the other end of the bed and pulled them to slide her up the bed. Once her full body was laying there, he removed his boxers and climbed on top. He straddled her stomach and ripped the top half of her gown open, causing her breasts to fall out. Her body bucked underneath him, letting her feel how rock hard he was.

“Now, I’m going to fuck those tits.”

              Jensen grabbed his hard shaft and slid it between her breasts, grabbing her full globes and tightening around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he began to thrust between them. It wasn’t the same as her pussy but gosh they felt so warm. His length would poke out from the other side, poking at her chin which gave him an idea.

“Raise your head and open your mouth, baby.”

              And she did so obediently, the tip of his cock poking her tongue. Since she understood what he wanted, each thrust that met her mouth allowed her to swirl her tongue around the tip, sucking at it quickly before he pulled back. The toying of her tongue, the sounds her mouth made with each suck, made him want more. He let go of her breasts and moved closer to her face. He grabbed her jaw and forced it open, sliding his cock as far as he could into her mouth. Once he heard her choking, he pulled back out, fucking her mouth with his cock. In and out, her tongue wrapped around his shaft, licking up his pre-cum.  He watched her suck him, watched how his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was able to handle more of him, lifting her head so she could swallow him deeper. He hissed as he felt the tip of his shaft poke at the back of her throat, causing him to lose control. He began to thrust faster, grabbing hold of her head by the hair, not letting her move from her position.

“That’s it, baby…. Take it all…. you want my cum don’t you.”

              She groaned against his cock, causing vibrations around him. That is what drove him over the breaking point. He yelled her name out as he exploded inside her mouth. His body jerked as he rode out his high, feeling her swallow every last drop of his release. Once he was back down, he felt her tongue lick him clean, taking every single drop as if she were hungry. Jensen ripped the eye mask off her, wanting to see her eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, begging for more.

              That look made him lose control.

              Jensen quickly removed the ropes on her bindings, ripping the rest of the dress of her to leave her bare. He kept the silk ropes around her wrists to keep her hands bound to her front, but he used them to pull her up and off the bed. He made her turn so that her ass was against his still hard cock, rubbing it between the globes. Without a word, he pushed her towards the closest wall and rammed her into it, putting a hand on her face so that it wouldn’t get hurt. She whimpered as she felt his entire body push against her, his hips grinding into her ass. He kissed and sucked in her shoulder, loving the way she said his name repeatedly.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

              Jensen parted her legs with his knee and pulled her bottom half out from the wall, her back arching. He held on to her hips tightly, knowing he would leave handprints there, but didn’t care. In seconds, he rammed his cock into her wet, silk pussy, causing them both to groan out in pleasure. The feel of her warmth surrounding him made him want to never leave. He stood still behind her, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him tightly.

“God I could stay like this forever.”

“No, not forever. Fuck me now J,”

              He gave her a cocky smile and began to pull out slowly, watching her mouth open in pleasure as her eyes rolled back. Once his tip was at her entrance, slammed right back in, causing her to yelp. He was so deep inside her, he loved it. He continued his assault on her, ramming into her after each pull, his thrusts getting faster and faster as he felt her walls tighten around him.

“J… gonna cum… I can’t…. hold on… much longer.”

              Jensen nibbled at her earlobe, his hands sliding from her hips to her hands, untying her bindings. Once her hands were free, one immediately went around to the back of his head, grabbing hold of his hair in a tight grasp. Her other hand laid palm flat against the wall, keeping her balanced as Jensen continued his thrusting. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt his release so close.

“Baby, I want you to cum for me… All over me…Do it, do it now.”

              He felt her walls tighten around him as she screamed out his name over and over. Her body jerked under him as she rode out her high, her legs starting to wobble. It only took a few more thrusts for him to also reach his climax, bathing her insides with white-hot strings of cum.  He yelled out her name as his body jerked against hers. It took a couple of minutes for them both to finally get back down from Heaven, catching their breaths. Jensen pulled out his member and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her with him towards the bed. He lifted her in his arms and gently placed her in the middle of the bed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself off, bringing along with him a wet towel to clean her. He was gentle, noticing the already bruising skin along her hips. He looked up to see her neck covered in hickeys, her breasts also starting to have purple marks. He uncuffed the bar from her ankles and threw it to the side.

Once he was done, he threw the rest of the items to the floor and pulled the silk sheet over her body, joining her side. She lifted her head up slightly to let him slide an arm underneath, pulling her body close to him. He grabbed one of her hands to see the binding marks along her wrists. He rubbed the skin there gently, a worried look on his face.

“I am fine you know,” she whispered as she pulled her hands out of his. “I kinda like the idea of these marks, a reminder of tonight.”

              Jensen leaned in to kiss her lips, soft and slow before leaning back, looking down at her.

“I want to talk to you about some things…”

“No talking J, only sleep. Remember you have a fitting tomorrow that you can’t be late to. Then we have to go to lunch and get you ready for the crowning ceremony.”

              Jensen stayed quiet as he watched her fall asleep in his arms, caressing her face and hair. He loved watching her sleep but quickly realized that he too was about to join her. Before he fell into a deep sleep, he made himself a mental note to find some time during their day to sit down and talk to her, find out if this was only for the weekend or if she felt the same way he did about her.

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Marichat May - Kitty Cats & Ballet Shoes

Day Nineteen: Flowers

[ A03 ]

   She stared out at the plants on the balcony one last time as she drank the final cup of that horrible murky green juice that she had made him drink all that time ago, the overpowering taste of vanilla made her want to throw up but with some inner strength she stopped herself long enough for the juice to settle in her stomach.

   She wished she still had Mullo put the Kwami had been too badly hurt and needed some time to heal and keeping the Kwami would only further harm her, so one of Marinette's closest had been taken from her. Chat had promised that she would be able to see the small grey Mouse again but she highly doubted that, the old man that had first healed Chat had returned and had been the one to take her away and he didn't look like he was going to ever allow her to see the small octagonal shaped box that the necklace had come in let alone the Kwami; and she didn't blame him, she wouldn't want someone who had hurt a creature so precious to see that animal again.

   So she accepted her fate, she wasn't going to have a Kwami to assisted her as Chat did, she was going to have to rely on her own strength and abilities.

   She hid her disappointment well away from Chat and just like she always did when things got too tough for her she ran from her insecurities, much to everyone's disappointment.

   A fresh set of snow fell from the thick clouds above, the glass sliding doors protected her from the freezing air that sat on the other side. She huddled up further into the fur blanket to try and shield herself from the cold slowly seeping further into the room towards her. Her eyes focused in on one of the plants as it was slowly covered in a thin layer of white powder. The sun was covered by the cloud layer providing very little light to what normally would be a bright and sunny afternoon in Paris.

   She was alone in the strange apartment, she had called out several times only to get no response and she couldn't bring herself to venture out from the bedroom, her muscles hurt far too much for her to even stand but if she tried hard enough she knew she could. She remembered helping Chat pick it out the apartment, she had long since stopped correcting herself, he was always going to be Chat to her and there was no use trying to correct the learned habit now.

   She settled back into a comfortable position under the bedding in an attempt to keep herself warm. Everything hurt and Marinette just wanted the pain to stop, the murky drink had helped a little but it in no way stopped the pain. She tried to fall back to sleep, it was the only thing she could do in her injured state.

   Dreams of spring and flowers in full bloom danced across her sleepy mind, she was wearing a white sundress in a field of tall yellow wheat, a giant oak tree sat a few hundred yards away from her atop a steep hill. Her bare feet carried her towards it, small dainty white flowers surrounded the tree in-between the dark green grass, they tickled her feet when she walked over them, the thick leaves gave her shelter from the warm sun sitting high in the sky.

   With her palm against the thick-barked trunk of the oak tree, she rounded it and a red and black polka dotted picnic blanket was spread across gently across the grass, the flowers poked out from under it. A brown woven basket sat atop it and tray with grapes, various other fruits, cheese and crackers and a wine bottle with a flute glass also sat atop it as well as a small collection of pillows.

   Her feet couldn't carry her over to it fast enough, she arranged the pillows perfectly around her before she dug into the food in front of her.

   The view from atop the hill was amazing, she could see for miles around. To the ends of the wheat fields and the barn, the silo and the farmhouse. The dirt road that led away from it all and the hills full of tall fern trees that lead into tall snow-capped mountains.

   She had no idea where she was but she knew that she never wanted to leave, she wanted to spend the rest of her days there, she could just imagine small little black and some blond haired girls and boys running around her playing games and suddenly like magic they were. She smiled brightly from ear to ear as she came to the crushing realisation that she was in a dream and the sight before her probably didn't exist, a single solitary tear rolled down her face.

   The Sound of the front door being shut awoke her with a start, she instantly shot up in bed, the dream still clung tightly to her mind she laid back down at tried to will herself to back to the dream but her attempts were futile, she sighed and swung her feet over to the side of the bed only to hesitate when her feet brushed against the wooden floor.

   "Marinette?" Chat called but Marinette stayed frozen in place, "I'm home."

   She groaned internally, she whispered a few words of encouragement to herself and slowly she and steadily rose to her feet. Her legs shook with each step, she used the wall for support all the way to the enclosed kitchen where Chat was putting away several bags of shopping. He opened a cupboard and jars upon jars greeted her sight, she squinted to try and read the labels as she got closer to it.

   "Hey…" he said handing her the bottle of milk to put in the fridge next to her since she was closer, "I wasn't expecting you to be out of bed."

   "I'm-" her vision blurred and she clutched desperately to the handle on the fridge door.

   "Marinette!" his voice was filled with concern, his blurred face was the only thing she could see, "Are you okay?"

   "I'm- I'm fine," although she knew she wasn't.

   Earlier that morning she had pushed herself too far but the endless days she had seeming spent in bed were starting to get to her. She loved to be productive and being alone without anything to do… she was starting to go stir crazy, constantly staring at the yellowing paint on the ceiling above and Chat's apartment walls that were devoid of any colour. And on the odd occasion, she had dreams, they only served to remind her of what she was missing.

   "You don't look it," he commented, "Here, how about you-"

   "No not the bed, anywhere but that," she complained.

   "Okay then but you aren't standing up any longer," he replied.

   She nodded in agreement, her vision cleared up slightly, he took the bottle of milk from her and then she was in his arm being carried bridal style into the living room.

   A small blanket and a pillow greeted her when he set her down on the white leather lounge, he handed her the TV remote and quickly headed back into the kitchen to put away the rest of the food items.

   She flicked through channel after channel but nothing piqued her interest long enough.

   "So? What are we watching?" Chat asked placing two cups on the coffee table and sitting down next to her, ignoring the fact that she had jumped at his sudden appearance.

   She shrugged through a yawn and handed him the remote so he could pick something better than the cooking channel she was currently watching.

   "I brought coffee," he offered.

   She nodded as he flicked through the channels eventually settling on a movie she hadn't seen before.

   Slowly he pulled her closer and she rested her head against his chest, the characters on screen didn't interest her, she tried to drink her coffee silently as to not disturb Chat.

   "Oh!" he exclaimed, "I almost forgot."

   She sat up and looked at him in confusion as he ran towards the hallway that led to the front door. She placed her cup back on the coffee table and prepared herself to follow him to investigate.

   "Close your eyes," he called.

   She rolled her eyes but did as he asked.

   She could hear him carefully creeping towards her, not by his footsteps but the rustling of the plastic he was holding. He took his time returning to her side, enough time for her to wonder what on earth he had gotten for her. He was standing in front of her when one of his hands slowly tracked down her left arm, a gesture for her to hold her hand out so she did, her palm open for him to place whatever he had in his own hand in it only for him to turn it and push what felt like a small bundle of sticks into her open hand.

   "Open," he commanded.

   Her eyes slowly fluttered open and the small bouquet of pink roses greeted her slight. She lifted them up to her nose so she could smell their sweet smelling scent. She brought them down at smiled at Chat.

   "Thank-you," she whispered before clearing her throat and saying it louder for him to hear, "Thank-you, they- they're lovely." She slowly rose to her feet and tried to head off to the kitchen to put them in water but Chat stopped her. She frowned at him and tried to pass him again but she once again stopped her, "Chat…" she whined, "let me pass, please."

   He shook his head, "later okay, once you get your strength back."

   She crossed her arms in an attempt to be stubborn but as if on cue her she felt herself grow light headed and she started to see double, she allowed herself to fall back on the sofa. He took the flowers from her weakened hand and placed it on the coffee table beside her half-drunk coffee.

   "You okay Marinette?"

   She slowly nodded her head.

   "I'm going to get more of that juice okay."

   She groaned but complied with his request, she understood why she had been bed bound in the first place, she was definitely regretting watching the sunrise now. Chat disappeared back into the kitchen as she tried to quell the pounding headache that was slowly getting worse.

   She didn't know how long Chat had been gone but she graciously took the cup from him. It was cold to the touch, she sloshed it around slightly and blended ice bounced around the inside of the glass.

   "I have to blend it anyway so I thought I'd still experiment a little with the taste."

   She slowly raised the cup to her lips and mentally prepared for the worst taste in the world but was happily surprised when she tasted caramel on her tongue. She drank it a lot quicker than all the other times the drink had been placed in front of her.

   "I'm guessing it tastes a lot better?"

   She nodded and handed him back the empty cup which was quickly placed on the coffee table beside all the others. He settled back in beside her and she re-entered her position in his arms for the remainder of the movie. Her eyes occasionally flickered down from the TV to the pale pink roses and a small smile spread across her lips each and every time she saw them. The temptation to reach over and touch the delicate petals constantly re-surfaced but she ignored it, she was like a kid who just got a new toy for Christmas but had to wait until she finished breakfast until she could play with it or maybe it was because nobody had bought her flowers before, it was all new and exciting.

   She looked up and Chat before she snuggled deeper into his embrace, she felt like she was back at Alya's apartment with him before a giant stone monster had attacked the city and the people of Paris were scared to go out onto the street. She longed for those days to return because of how simple they were but that was just wishful thinking, she turned her attention to the TV to try and focus on the rest of the movie before it ended.

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The Oasis: Chapter 5

Writing juices have been flowing! Another chapter up!

His stepmother Catelyn Stark was a devoted follower of the Seven. The septas had read Jon and his siblings The Seven Pointed Star as children, and he’d learned all about the seven heavens and the seven hells. This was surely one of the latter, trapped in a loop of humiliation and embarrassment for eternity.

It had been fifteen minutes standing wooden beside Dany’s security guard guy, listening as a relationship was ground to powder. Dany’s relationship. Jon listened to every excruciating second as Dany verbally disemboweled the guy. The girl had scurried out, half-dressed and in tears. There was no amount of masculine camaraderie that could get Jon to sympathize with the bastard. He had Dany, walking spitfire and epitome of female perfection, promised to him. And he gets his jollies with the secretary? It was a cliché. An embarrassing one. The security guy, Selmy, he tapped on his cell. A blessed distraction, a veneer of privacy. Jon had no such shield.

He couldn’t put a finger on why he hung around, other than he wanted to see how it resolved. He’d stuck it out this far. The horndog in his head pointed out she might need a little cuddling and comforting once she dropped The Asshole Fiancé like a bad habit. His thinking brain shot down the idea, but that hopeful, starving hound waited, ready to trot around after her, tail wagging, ready to pant and beg for a scratch behind the ears.  

“To think I actually spent energy worrying about you. When you were here getting your wick dipped by a--”

“Where have you been, huh? All night I’ve tried calling, texting. I thought about calling the Watch!”

“Oh thanks for the consideration. So glad I crossed your mind in between blow jobs, you son of a bitch! I was almost killed tonight!”

“Killed? Don’t be dramatic, Dany!”

“Dramatic? I’m being dramatic when a guy puts a gun to my head?”

“I’m sure it wasn’t--”

“I thought all the gossip was just that. Cheating with an assistant? How could you do this to me? You know what, forget it. Obviously, the wedding is off. Go fuck yourself. Humph, I guess you already are.”

With that parting salvo, Dany emerged from the office. Ramrod straight, though there was the slightest quiver of rage in her hands as she combed her flyaway strands of her dried cloud of hair behind her ear. No ring. She’d flung it at the idiot’s eye in minute seven. The Asshole had the presence of mind to not chase after her.

Daenerys glided past them. Jon shared a glance with the security guy before trailing along in her wake.

“Miss--”

“Save it, Barry. I can’t stomach another lie.”  

Daenerys stopped short in the hall. Her violet gaze raked over Jon. In that gaze, he felt like an ant under a magnifying glass. Exposed. Naked. Damn, even that turned him on. What was wrong with him? A sucker for this one, lad.  

“Would you like to get dinner?”

“Uh . . . yeah. Sounds good.” In answer, she gave a curt nod, like a battle commander accepting their due.

The elevator chimed and the three of them piled in.

“Miss, we have to discuss the strategy moving forward,” Selmy said, to fill the thick silence.

“Agreed. Send a message to Mr. Lannister. He is acting manager until I return. Where is safe lodging? My apartment is now a crime scene,” Daenerys said frostily.

“The perpetrators knew your location and gained access your apartment. That means they have a geotag on your cell, and a bug in your electronics,” Selmy said. All the fierce energy bled away, leaving her looking drained and miserable. Jon checked the impulse to hug her just in time. He stumbled like he’d lost his balance. Yikes. He was in deep. But the deep water didn’t scare him. Nope, not even a little.

“So Vis’s apartment and the safe houses aren’t options either.”

“No, Miss,” Selmy said gently.

“You can stay with me,” Jon blurted.

Two pairs of eyes swiveled to him. One blue, one violet, both wearing identical expressions of disbelief.

“You said you need someplace safe nobody knows about. I’m the perfect nobody.” Nobody, guard, roommate, bedslave, whatever you want. Selmy had his number, Jon could tell by his narrow look. Who knew he got off on being a hero—particularly Dany’s hero? Daenerys laid a hand on his arm.

“Jon, I couldn’t ask you to--” Jon mustered a weak lopsided grin.

“It’s ok. I want to help. Stay with me as long as you need.” To his horror, her eyes filled with tears.

“Thank you,” she said soggily.

She didn’t hug him so much as collapse against him. Jon’s arms closed around her with a mental aah. Such fucking relief. Her strong, slender body, her face tucked under his chin, quivering lips pressed against his neck. Like a kiss. Swamped by the smell of her hair, guzzling up all that delicious contact . . . uh oh.

The elevator lurched to a stop and Daenerys peeled back. Jon’s happy bubble popped with an audible sound as soon as Dany left touching distance. Selmy’s scathing glance at his lower half almost made Jon yelp. The accusation in the older man’s face said he was an opportunistic asshole. And he was. Luring Dany to his apartment with even a faint desire to seduce her, after attempted murder and seconds after she broke up with her fiancé . . . yep, there was no other way to describe it.

Jon exhaled a heavy breath, reining in his libido which lunged on its chain like the slavering dog it was. He would be the perfect gentleman. He could do it.    

The three of them filed off the elevator. Two other guys in suits waited in the darkened lobby, both with long black braids. The streetlight filtered through the windows, creating a bluish, milky glow on the marble tiles.

“Miss, I’m sure we can come up with a better alternative. Mr. Snow has done quite enough.”

Daenerys rounded on Selmy, drilling an accusing finger into his chest.

“As have you, Mr. Selmy. How long did you know about it?” “Miss?” Selmy rubbed his chest, blinking in confusion.

“Daario. He has been in the same security circulation as I. You heard him say he’s been fucking Jeyne for three fucking weeks. One of you, my sharp security team, must have seen something.” Their sheepish expressions said it all. Daenerys made a derisive sound.

“Typical.” Her flashing violet eyes raked over the assembled men.

“If you value your employment, I want you three to see to security of The Oasis’s proprietor, Shae. I was there for over an hour earlier tonight. Missy too. If they geotagged by location, they could be in danger.”

“Yes, Miss,” Selmy mumbled, looking like a kid scolded by his teacher.

A fourth security guy crossed the lobby, laden with parcels.

“I got burgers from Hot Pie’s, some cash, a burner phone, a couple changes of clothes the goldcoats let me take, my wife walked me through the toiletry bit, but I think I got everything,” he said, with a thick northern accent.

Daenerys moved to take the parcels, Jon smoothly intercepted. Beneath the leaden disbelief was a giddy rush. Was this really happening? Dany in his apartment. Dany in her pajamas. Dany after showers. Dany sipping tea. Hell yes, sign him up.  

“Thank you, Jory. I’ll call you in the morning. Dismissed,” she said, with a scathing glare at her team. Laden with packages, Jon offered his elbow.

“Shall we?” he asked.

“Snow,” Selmy’s iron voice brought him up short. Daenerys narrowed a look at him.

“I’ll hail a cab,” she said, clicking away.

Jon squared off against the older man, meeting the challenge in his stare.

“The authorities would like to look at the weapon involved in the incident earlier tonight. May I see it?” Selmy said.

Frankly, Jon had forgotten about it, nestled against the base of his spine. Jon set down the bags and pulled it out. He dropped it into the proffered evidence bag.

“For what it’s worth, I would have done the same thing had I been there,” one of the other security guy said, the taller one with the long braid.

“Thanks,” Jon said.

“Do you have your own gun?” Selmy asked. Jon hid a wince, and shook his head.

“I’m a good fighter, and I have a big dog. That’s all I’ve needed so far.”

“I’ll let you borrow my backup weapon. We will come tomorrow evening to collect Miss Targaryen,” Selmy said, offering Jon a sleek semi-automatic pistol with two extra magazines. Jon accepted the weapon, releasing the magazine to check the number of rounds. Satisfied, he tamped it back in and checked the chamber to show them he knew what he was doing. Having passed a temporary muster, Selmy nodded.

“Tomorrow then, Snow.”    

                                                         ~

 It was close to one in the morning by the time the cab dropped them off at Jon’s apartment complex. Together they’d polished off the burgers, greasy chips, and soft drinks Jory bought. Hot Pie’s were the best in town. Daenerys managed one burger, but Jon tore through three.

“You don’t mind dogs, do you? I have a big furry mutt, Ghost. He’s a sweet dog, but protective. That’s good, right?” Jon sounded as nervous as she felt, and that put her at ease.

“I love dogs. My apartment complex wouldn’t allow pets, otherwise I’d adopt one,” Daenerys said, dabbing her mouth with a paper napkin.

“Here you are, m’lady, ser,” the cabbie said with a round Landinger accent.

Daenerys shelled off several bills and followed Jon out into the pissing rain.

“It’s nicer than it looks,” Jon said, gathering her bags on one arm as he buzzed the code to open his door. Daenerys thought it was serviceable building of weathered brick. Dated, but well-kept.

“I like it.”

Her heart rate kicked up a notch as the elevator doors closed. She was staying at Jon’s apartment. She would see him shirtless, tousled, sipping tea or brushing his teeth. Sleep in sheets that smelled like him.

The fantasy of pinning him to wall and having her wicked way with him—while to no end appealing—felt impossible. Daario had been cheating on her for weeks. It wasn’t just tabloid drivel; it was gut-wrenchingly real. Their relationship was over. Knowing Daario, she wouldn’t put it past him to scuttle to the press and release a statement for a wad of crowns. It was a kick in teeth after a long and spectacularly bad day. She and Daario hadn’t been intimate in a while, either. The only thing even remotely close to sexual energy had been massages at The Oasis with Jon. Mm, she savored the memory of his hands on her. The hug at Stormcrow had blown on those embers. Best to snatch at the lovely magic heat before it fizzled, as her sexuality inevitably did.

Daenerys drew a steadying breath in through her nose, and stabbed the STOP button on the elevator. A shrill bell pealed for an ear-splitting second as the brakes settled.

“Dany? What are you--” Jon asked.

Daenerys sidled close, edging him against the wall.

“I haven’t thanked you properly for what you did tonight,” she whispered, hoarse and soft. Daenerys flicked her gaze to his lips, full and smooth. Her mouth watered. She probably looked like a wreck, bloodshot eyes and ruined makeup and tangled hair. By force of will, Daenerys wrestled that nagging voice into a locked box in her mind.

Bracing her hands flat on his heaving chest, she leaned closer. Jon dropped the parcels, his dark eyes wide.

“Dany,” he whispered.

The first touch of her lips to his was shy, tentative. Electricity seemed to arc between them, a tingling jolt. She felt the sharp intake of breath, felt the sudden hot grip of his hands on her hips. Mm, there it was, that delicious melting feeling. A pulse deep at her core. She kissed him again, a deeper press. His hum vibrated against her lips. Jon angled his chin, deepening the kiss with unhurried pecks, easing in to taste her. Heat and hunger, nervousness and passion.

It spun and twisted. Oh. Oh, yes. Mm, she loved the stroke of his tongue, the syrupy taste of soda in his mouth, the prickle of his beard. One hand curled in the curly hair at his nape, the other burrowed beneath his shirt to stroke the hot, hard planes of chest and belly. His hand cupped her hip, the other tenderly cradling the weight of her breast through the lace of her bra. Slow, careful touches that left her nipples hard and her core slick and aching. Daenerys moaned, arching for more. He pinched her nipple, ever so gently, and the sensation sent pleasure arrowing south.

“Jon,” she whispered. In his name, she heard raw, shaky need. No time to embarrassed about it.      

Then suddenly, he pushed back, holding her at arm’s length. Daenerys wanted to cry or howl. Panting, she gulped down air, trying to master herself. Gods, he looked edible. Mouth red and ripe, hair in a curly snarl, a prominent erection strained against the cruel prison of his jeans.

“Be sure,” he said emphatically. Daenerys frowned, the words distant static compared to hot, towering hunger.

When she understood, she nearly did cry. Be sure she wanted him. Be sure it was real for her. Daenerys touched her forehead to his and in the humid, panting space between them, she whispered: “I’m sure.”

The world spun and she had her back against the wall, pinned by Jon’s warm, hard body.

“Ok?” Jon asked, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. The tenderness of it broke her heart. Daenerys nodded, leaning close to kiss him again.

The kiss took on a demented life of its own. A delicious, feverish blur. She didn’t recognize herself. Twined around him, kissing madly. Frantic heat. Flooded and needy, clawing for more. Jon lifted her against the wall, grinding his trapped cock against her core. Gods. Even that blunt pressure through their clothes was good. So good.

“Jon. Jon . . .” she whimpered, clinging to him. Fumbling with her shirt, he nuzzled the lacy cups of her bra, teasing one tender nipple with his tongue. Helpless mewling whimpers leaving her with each sharp jut of his hips. The tension gathered, building to the sweet-sharp tipping point . . . Daenerys clenched her eyes shut as the world blasted into a throbbing red, shot through with gold.

Jon.

                                                        ~

 Jon set her on her feet, pressing his face to her throat. Her pulse leapt against his lips, he lapped up the salt of her sweat, blazing a path to her sweet mouth. Clouded violet eyes looked at him like . . . fuck. She looked at him like he was her own personal god. Jon kissed her, ravenous. Puffy, kiss-bruised lips were soft and open, gentle hands petting his hair. Fucking hell, if this was how intense it was when they were both fully clothed, it would kill him if he was ever inside her. Gods, lodged deep in her sweet pussy, every inch of him kissed and loved, drinking in her face, her eyes as she fell apart . . . Jon broke away, panting.

“Jon?” Her voice was sex incarnate, husky and sweet. An adorable frown marred the pleasure-muddled look.

“You didn’t . . .” she trailed off. Jon shook his head.

“No,” he rasped, vaguely impressed he sounded human. His cock was achingly hard and throbbed along with his heartbeat. Daenerys Targaryen would be the death of him. Jon tilted his chin to give her a parting kiss, but it surged into greedy, clinging life. After a while, Jon peeled back with some effort, gulping in air. Mm, the floral scent of her hair, mixed with sweat and the musky fragrance of her pleasure . . . Jon uttered a frustrated sound.

“Let’s get inside,” he said.

On rubbery legs, he led the rest of the journey from the elevator to his apartment, laden with her bags. Ghost barked and wagged around both of them as he shouldered open the door.

“Shh, boy! Down! You got to be quiet!” Jon hissed. He kicked the door shut behind him, setting Dany’s bags down on the tea table. Jon grunted as Ghost’s front paws struck him in the gut. Ghost slobbered on his face, then immediately dismissed him to sniff and nuzzle at Daenerys. She giggled, ginger hands patting his thick ruff. Jon’s heart gave a lurch at the sight of her in his sparse living room. Daenerys Targaryen. The mind boggled.

The mood was definitely broken. Jon’s mouth twisted. That was for the best. He didn’t want to fuck this up. He wanted Dany to feel safe, to feel comfortable. The best way to ruin that was with sex. Incendiary and mind-altering as their petting had been, boundaries had to be locked down, etched in steel. No more slip ups. He had to be the perfect host. His body howled in denial. The silence between them felt excruciatingly awkward.  

A note fluttered in his key bowl beside the door. Grateful for the distraction, he picked it up. In Sam’s neat hand, he read: ‘Little Sam took Ghost on a walk up the stairs. He did his business on Mr. Glover’s welcome rug. We left a note. Call us back!!’ Beneath it in Little Sam’s heavy-handed scrawl, it read: ‘I gave Ghost a treat. Mr. Glover is mean.’ Jon chuckled.

“My neighbor, telling me he took Ghost for a walk,” Jon explained.

The mutt in question was on his back, squirming in delight as Dany rubbed his belly. You and me both, buddy. Daenerys giggled and cooed at Ghost before she straightened, dusting white dog fluff off her hands. She slung her bag over her arm.

“Um, I think I’ll take a shower, if that’s ok.” Jon bobbed his head in a frantic nod.

“Sure, help yourself. The only full bath is in the master, around the corner.” Jon trailed after her, as if connected by a string. His large bed was unmade, dirty clothes littering the floor. Face aflame, he snatched a pair of plaid boxer-briefs from the square bedpost.

“Sorry. I wasn’t . . . ah, expecting company.” The bathroom was little better, cluttered and messy. Daenerys’ smile loosened the knot in his gut.

“Don’t worry. It’s fine.”

Dany shut the door with a quiet click. When the hiss of the shower bled through the door, Jon burst into a frenzy of activity. He stripped the bed and wadded the sheets and dirty clothes into the hamper. Digging in his cramped linen cupboard, he found fresh sheets, silvery grey worn to downy softness. His summer blanket, a cheap black microfiber thing, looked too thin. She might get cold. He hauled out his down comforter too. The hefty flop of it releasing a faint musty odor. He remade the bed and tucked the curtains tight over the windows. He shucked off his damp clothes and peeled off soaked socks with a moue of distaste. The faint clean scent and dry chafe of a pair of drawstring sweatpants and white undershirt felt great.    

Jon snagged his favorite pillow and tossed it and an extra blanket on his squat suede couch. That would be his post. Guarding the door. Seized by inspiration, he checked the deadbolt, and wedged a dining room chair under the knob, just in case. The door was a solid, concrete-filled fire door. Hanging them was a bitch of a job. A quick sweep of the apartment found all the windows locked. They were high up and small, typical of the age of the building. The fire escape was at the end of the hall. A good little fortress against any of the fuckers who wanted to mess with Dany. Ghost trotted after him, jumping up on the couch and resting his head on a throw pillow.

“Thanks a lot, buddy,” Jon said, scratching one tufted ear, “she’s pretty great, huh? We got to keep her safe.”

Jon bent and tugged his waterlogged phone out of his jeans pocket. What was it the internet said to do? Rice? A hot lamp? He chose his desk lamp in the living room, a squat thing with a blinding white bulb. He sat, too exhausted to try the TV, too jittery to doze. Selmy’s pistol he laid on the tea table within easy reach, along with the extra magazines.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door to his bedroom clicked open, revealing Dany in all her heat-flushed glory. Jon shot to his feet. That was what she slept in? A powder blue nightgown that fell to mid-thigh, trimmed in white lace clung to her body, those perfect breasts untethered. Predictably, his cock had some very definite opinions about how she looked. No protection in sweatpants. Jon shoved his hand in the pocket, tenting his pants in a hopefully casual gesture.  The air between them felt thick enough to cut.

On impulse, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. A schmoozy move, but it felt appropriate. A princess and her bodyguard. He liked the vibe. Her cheeks blushed a charming rosy pink.

“The bed’s all made up for you. I’ll take my turn in the shower,” Jon said.

“Ok. Than--”

Jon stopped the words with a fingertip over her lips. So soft. A smile stretched her lips beneath his finger. Jon gulped, overwhelmed by the sparkle her clear violet eyes. She was in his blood now, lodged in his chest.

“I want to keep you safe. You don’t have to thank me for the bleeding shower.” His voice came out all wrong. Harsh, almost angry. Dany didn’t bat an eye. Her posture straightened, defiant.

“I know I don’t have to. But I will. Often and repeatedly, because you deserve to be appreciated.” Given the encounter in the elevator with her ‘thanking’ him, his damned horndog brain ran with the imagery. Well, fuck.

“Suit yourself. Try and get some rest,” he said, ducking for the safety of the bathroom.  

[3monthsineurope]

April 22, 2019

Monday morning, Iris and I woke up at 6. Man, that’s early! At least we fell asleep before 10 the night before. We both put on a little make up, and packed up our things. At 6:30, we went down for breakfast, right when it opened. I had the same things for breakfast, bread and butter and jam, and cereal, and maracuya juice (passion fruit, it’s sooooo tasty!). Iris and I chatted with a group of three girls, and a singular traveler, Joyce.

After breakfast, we gave reception our key, and in return, got a little surprise. The night before, my powder face sunscreen had exploded in my purse, so I used a towel to clean it out. They charged me for the towel! Even though it would come out in the wash? That was wild. We all hung around the lobby, and we were supposed to leave at 7am for the airport. Our flight was at 9:44 to Cusco. Unfortunately, we didn’t leave the hotel until almost 7:30! There was a lot of traffic, and Peruvians are a little crazy when it comes to driving, so we didn’t get to the airport until 8:45, only one hour before our flight.

I checked with a LATAM representative and she told us we didn’t have to check our backpacks, and I had checked in the night before online, so Iris and I were in the clear for security. Thankfully, everything moved pretty fast, and we got through security with 20 minutes until boarding began. Phew! We all lined up and got on a bus again, and only a regular sized plane, with two rows of three seats each.

Iris and I were sitting in row 14, next to a Peruvian woman. I tried to sleep a bit on the hour and a half flight, and got a little snooze in. Before you know it, it was 11:20 and we landing in Cusco! Even walking around the airport, I could tell how my breathing was labored. Cusco is more than 11,000 feet above sea level. Bolivia was a little more than that, and I definitely noticed the elevation there, too. Iris and I had been taking elevation sickness pills in advance, so hopefully that was going to work!

Getting through the airport was super easy. A porter for Kaypi tour found a group of eight of us, from the same flight. We realized that everyone else were on different flights! I thought they had missed them for sure, with having to check their bags and whatnot. I’m glad no one did. We went outside and met our guide for the four days around Cusco, Diego. He got us in a mini bus, with our driver, Mr. Juan. We drove for about 40 minutes, and dropped people off at three different hotels. Iris and I are staying at the Hotel Ruinas, really close to the main square of Cusco!

We filled out a form at the hotel and had some coca tea, to help with the altitude change. Diego also gave was some oils on our hands, which we breath led in three times, then rubbed the rest on our face and hair, to help with that, too. Our room is on the fourth floor, which is a lot of stairs to walk up at this altitude! We get out of breath every time we do it. Our room is pretty nice and had a beautiful view of Cusco! We had a few hours to relax and get a little acclimated to the elevation change. Iris and I lounged around for about an hour and a half, where I snoozed a bit. It was good we were just relaxing, because it was actually pouring down rain!

Around two, Iris and I got on our rain jackets and hit the town! We checked out some gift shops and had an empanada for a snack. We walked around the main square of Cusco, which is surrounded by churches and important buildings, then headed back to the hotel. We were taking a walking tour of the city with Diego at 3! We met up with some of our group, then we were on our way!

Diego took us around the square and told us about when the Spanish invaded Peru. We saw a ton of churches, and found out that Cusco is shaped like a puma. He took us to a market that had everything being sold by vendors: clothes, bags, fruits, vegetables, meat, cheese, medicine, and more! We walked through the “discarded” area of the meats and saw heads and intestines, which kinda grossed me out. We tried a Peruvian drink, quinoa milk. It was pretty tasty, but I didn’t have too much, hahah.

That was pretty much the end of the tour. He dropped us off at the hotel, and then Iris and I set out to walk a bit more, and find some dinner. We ended up eating at Papacho’s, which was kind of an American place. Iris had a chicken burger and fries, and I had some sweet potato fries (there are 3,000+ types of potatoes native to Peru!) and a pork and pineapple taco. They were playing American music, which was pretty fun, and our server was really nice, so it was a good meal.

On the way back to our hotel, Iris and I bought some water and snacks. We called it a night around 7:30, hahah we feel old! But every day has been pretty exhausting in one way or another. Iris took a shower, and then I took a bath (hallelujah!) and a shower later. We went to bed around 10, but my stomach was really upset, so I didn’t fall asleep until 11:30. We were supposed to do Rainbow Mountain the following day, but our guide advised us not to. It was higher than Cusco, and was muddy and snowy a bit too. Iris and I were both bummed, but also less stressed, because we would have had to get picked up at 4:30 for that, and Iris was worried about her bad knee on the way down. So, instead, the next day, we were going to the Sacred Valley, which has a lot of Incan ruins and villages. We were looking forward to it! :]

[la-appel-du-vide]

THAILAND 2019 - Day Twelve {Krabi}

Today was another free day for us - meaning we didn’t have anything specifically booked or planned, we just knew we wanted to go visit Ao Nang Beach and Railay Beach! We got up and ready, tried to eat some toast in the hotel lobby but all the bread was gone, and then caught a taxi to Ao Nang Beach.

This is a major tourist area as well. There are a million shops, restaurants, boats for rent, etc. We thought it would be a good idea to eat something before we started our day, so we grabbed something quick, and then went over to the beach.

I suggested we start over on Railay Beach, because that’s the most popular one, and I thought we should get there before it got too crowded. We got to ride on another long-tail boat to get there, and that never gets old. So authentic, so traditional, so fun.(Bring a poncho though - you’re gonna get wet haha.)

We got to Railay Beach, took some photos with the huge line of long-tail boats, and then set out to find a smoothie of course. Mel said she had one of the best smoothies of her life on this beach, so we hoped to find it. (Spoiler - We didn’t.) We each ordered one from a different shop, and they were both much more like drinks instead of thick smoothies which is always a disappointment, but at least they tasted good and were cold!

We set up base camp in a shady spot, and then I went off to wade around the bay. The water temperature is amazing and refreshing, every single time I step into it. This area has a super sandy floor, which was a nice change from so much coral and rocks elsewhere. 

Can’t help but feel like these kinds of days are really what makes life worth living. We get through the mundane, boring routine of normal life for moments like these, and they really are worth it.

I wandered around for awhile, but then noticed some kayaks for rent that I thought would be a fun activity for us. I went back to where Beach was sleeping, and asked her if she thought we’d be capable of kayaking with all our important stuff, and not capsizing and destroying everything haha. We decided to give it a try, so we put all our money and phones in our little waterproof cases, and then wrapped my camera bag in two towels, and put it in Beach’s backpack. Once we were prepared, we went over to the rental area and filled out the paperwork to get one. Only then did we learn that we could leave our bags in the office. All that work for nothing. (;

We had a hard time carrying that heavy thing all the way out to the water, but once we got it in, we were solid. We paddled around the island, and even ran into a live, wild jellyfish! I spotted him, and we circled back to get a closer look. Could hardly believe our eyes. We’ve been up close to so much wildlife here!

We paddled into a couple sea caves (which were sooooo dark), over to a rock that had a gold stripe made out of some sort of tin wrapped all the way around it, and then stopped at a different beach so Beach could take a dip. I waded around behind here, and on the way back in, I got stung by a jellyfish. I went from fine to severe stinging pain on and around my knee. I tried to use water and sand to stop the pain, but nothing worked super well. I learned later that using water can actually release more toxins into your body and make things worth, so that was knowledge that came a little too late. No fun. The swelling took quite awhile to subside, and my freaking knee hurt the rest of the day. Ow ow ow.

I finally sucked it up and got back in the kayak,and we paddled around some more. I enjoyed laying down on the kayak, and just feeling the motion of the waves... it’s one of the most relaxing feelings in the world. UNTIL we hit the rocks. We took a different route going in than we had taken going out, and we regretted everything. We got stuck and high-centered on so many different rocks, and it was nearly impossible to get ourselves backed out of there so we could go in the right direction. Omg so frustrating hahaha.

But we made it. Carrying the wet kayak all the way back was even worse than the first time. My arms were dead. 

We grabbed our stuff and started wandering around the tourist area just off the beach. It’s such a cute little area, surrounded by palm trees, and so many things to see. Such chill vibes. Very island-y. We loved it.

Beach stopped to try a sugar crepe from a food stand we passed, and I would describe the “crepe” as something more like very sweet chips haha. It was so crunchy! Unexpected for sure!

We stopped and had lunch at a small, rooftop restaurant, and it was pretty good. Filled us right up. But not enough that I couldn’t get some more rolled ice cream from a stand we passed on our walk! I’m obsessed! This time I went with plain chocolate and Oreo. So delicious. I need one right outside my hotel tbh. 

We checked out some more of the souvenir shops, and I finally got Aubrey a Buddha statue. She seems to love Buddha lately, so I’ve been looking for a good one for her this whole time. Mission accomplished.

Ended our day at Railay Beach with some more photos in the bay. While we were out there, we came across ANOTHER jellyfish. Took some up-close photos of it (though they aren’t great due to the murky water), and then we got spooked and jetted on out of the water. We warned a nearby family they were there too, and they got out as well. Let me tell you from experience - OUCH. Don’t mess with those things. On our way out of the water, we came across a dead jellyfish floating to shore. Beach dragged it to the water’s edge and marked it with a stick. We hoped people would notice the stick and be careful. But nopeeee, just a few minutes later we noticed a little Asian girl wandering over to it. We were nervous watching her, as she got closer and closer. Finally, it looked like she was bending over to touch it and we couldn’t take it anymore. We jumped up, started running over to her screaming not to touch it, and probably scared her half to death. Her mom didn’t have much reaction down the beach a ways, which is interesting haha. But I also can’t imagine being a little kid and having two strangers start running at me yelling in a different language! We had the best intentions though, truly. Her dad finally understood what we were saying, and he came over to pull her away from the electrocution just waiting to happen. So we were basically superheroes today. Changing the world one potential jellyfish sting at a time.

We grabbed our stuff and went over to the long-tail boats to catch a ride back over to Ao Nang. For the record, I should mention that this sand is high up on my list of quality sand for the trip! Powder white, so soft, and I’m obsessed that’s all.

We got back over to Ao Nang just as the sun was starting to set. So beautiful to watch the sunset over the ocean, wow wow. We went looking for a smoothie (I know it sounds like we get them all the time but they are literally a dollar so it’s fine I promise), but wandered in and out of souvenir shops on our way. We picked up a couple more things - oops. And every smoothie location we passed had smoothies that looked way more like drinks than smoothies (trust me, there’s a difference - and we are paranoid af). So we eventually gave up and settled for some ice cream we found. I got a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of coconut, but literally right after he handed it to me, I turned around, started licking it, and the top scoop fell RIGHT off. Just like the movies. SAD.

So I had a scoop of strawberry. (;

We finished those as we walked back to the main dock area to get a taxi, and passed hella drag queens on our way, all dressed up and advertising a cabaret show. Very interesting, I’m kind of impressed with how realistically they can make themselves look like women... Like, how?? 

We also made the decision to send it and buy a watermelon smoothie to try, because we’ve seen them everywhere and were intrigued. It was not a good purchase tbh hahaha, not great. Mostly tasted like we were drinking watermelon juice. But we tried it! Now we won’t wonder. (;

The first taxi we tried was a disaster. She drove us like 3 minutes to a La La Moon in Ao Nang, and when we tried to explain that this wasn’t what we wanted, she insisted it was. Finally we got her to understand, and she said Krabi was too far and wanted us to get out, BUT SHE STILL WANTED US TO PAY HER. Like, lady... we could have walked to this point in five minutes. You didn’t take us where we wanted to go at all. Dumb. So we gave her just a little bit and that was that.

Found a community bus that travels from Ao Nang to Krabi for way cheap, so that worked out ok. It dropped us off near Walking Street, and then we were able to catch our own taxi back to the hotel pretty easily. 

Then the typical night routine - Tumblr, checking our phones, editing/posting pictures, travel logs, Beach does homework, we shower, and then bed.

It’s really not a bad life. (;

[ill-doc-s-personal-nurse]

Dinner Night - Jakurai x Miho (Drabble)

After a week after their time at the cafe, Jakurai was finally visiting Miho’s home for the weekend. But one thing was for sure…

It was a mess.

With hair up in a bun, exercise clothes on, and a rag in one hand and spray in the other, Miho was tackling the place. After polishing the kitchen it was time to carry out cleaning the furniture in the living room, mainly of cat hair that had accumulated that week.

The lanky white and cream spotted cat that had shed its fur all over currently lounged in her small enclosed bed, watching every move Miho made. She set down the surface cleaner and rag on the kitchen counter before picking up the lint roller and proceeding to the couch. It took a few strips of the roller before the fabric couch was free of mainly white fur. The blanket took at least ten strips.

“There, now there’s less chance of him being stuck in cat hair,” Miho spoke to herself. While she had gotten the note from Jakurai that he didn’t mind, she knew any cat hair was a pain to remove from clothes regardless.

The next plan was to vacuum the rug. Miho picked it up from its place in the small closet and went back to the rug before she checked its battery: 75%. It was enough to clean without dying on her.

In the next moment of it turning on, Tenshi jumped out of her bed and up onto the couch. She was quick to hiss at the small red device and set herself in a defensive position.

Miho ignored her aggression at the vacuum and finished up quickly. She knew if she took too long, the cat would lunge at the electronic. Once finished with that task, Miho took care of the vacuum and visited the couch again to see the startled cat.

With Miho’s hand extended to Tenshi, she let her cat sniff her hand before moving in to scratch her ears. “You’re such a moody little girl, you know that?” A smile brought itself on Miho’s face as Tenshi headbutted her hand for more affection, which was willingly returned. Miho soon was able to get the cat in her lap and stroked Tenshi’s body, the cat purring.

“You better be on your best behavior tonight.”

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A text appeared on Miho’s phone, one from Jakurai. Miho had to move from her position on the couch in order to bring him in. Tenshi hopped off of her lap as she moved to stand up. In the time after cleaning, she made sure to change into something not as homey, but kept her hair up in its bun. She proceeded out of her apartment with keys and phone in hand, giving a quick text back to say she was on her way.

Soon she was in the lobby area and spotted Jakurai sitting in one of the chairs available. Once they made eye contact, Jakurai stood up from his seat. “Good evening,” he spoke with a polite bow.

“Good evening,” Miho greeted back with a bow of her own. “Was travel here okay?”

“It was doable. Nothing extreme.”

“Ah, that’s good to hear.” Miho paused and spoke again, “Well, we can go up to my apartment. The stairs are faster there.”

“Lead the way,” Jakurai spoke with a small smile.

They both went toward the staircase, Miho in the lead. They went up two flights before going down the hallway and stopping at a door where the hallway changed to the right. Miho unlocked the door and let Jakurai in first, him thanking her for the kind action. Miho then entered and closed the door behind her.

While the place was still tidy from the earlier clean up, Tenshi sat just a few feet from the front door, her eyes trained on the new human in her sights.

“This is Tenshi?” Jakurai asked as Miho stepped up next to him.

“Yes, she is a very sweet girl but is not that fond of new people. It may take her a while to trust you.”

Miho glanced at the jacket Jakurai was wearing. “Would you like me to take your jacket for you?”

Jakurai started to take his jacket off and spoke a thank you to her. Miho took the jacket to the closet and hung it up before walking back to the couch where Tenshi had now moved.

She gave the cat a few pats and spoke, “I did just do grocery shopping yesterday, so there should be enough options for making something.”

They both went over to the small kitchen and proceeded to look at the ingredients before deciding on a dish to make. While they were able to pull out the ingredients, it was up to Miho to retrieve the necessary cookware from the cupboards.

“This is a bit more than the general recipe says for,” Jakurai commented.

“The extra I will give to Tenshi. She eats at about this time.” Miho spoke as she washed the vegetables. She then moved them into a metal bowl and set them next to the cutting board before drying her hands. “Is that knife okay for the chicken? I haven't sharpened them recently.”

“It’s working alright.” Jakurai kept his focus on how to cut the meat with the bone still present in it.

They both worked on preparing the ingredients before moving onto the stock for the dish. While it was simple, Miho’s general habits stopped Jakurai for a moment when he saw her pull out a small stool.

“Is the powdered stock all the way up there?” Jakurai asked as he looked at where Miho set the stool.

“It is.” Miho got up on the stool and opened the cabinet. “I don’t make soup based foods often, so I put them up here…” She trailed off as Jakurai’s hand reached in before she could and pulled out the desired packet. Despite the bit of agitation she now felt, she didn’t make comment on it. “Thank you.” As she got down, Jakurai offered her a hand so she could keep balance.

Both of them continued on, the large pot being for their meal while Miho had set a much smaller pan down to cook the extra chicken and carrots she had out. While it would take a while before any of the items could be put in, there was at least one part of dinner Miho could get completed.

“What would you like to drink?” Miho asked. “I have orange juice, milk, cranberry juice, and water.”

“I’m fine with just water, thank you.”

Miho went to grab two glasses and filled both with water. She handed one to Jakurai and they both took a sip at the same time.

“I’m a bit surprised,” Jakurai spoke. The questionable look from Miho gave him the indication he could go on. “Most of the time when we’re with Doppo-kun and Hifumi you have wine or sake.”

“I do enjoy those, yes, but I don’t want to be drinking that all the time. It’s not healthy,” Miho spoke before taking a sip of her drink. “Plus those nights where we’re all together only happen about once or twice a month.”

Resolve came to Jakurai’s face after hearing that answer. “That’s good you don’t do it daily and that you are caring for your body.”

Miho gave a smile in a silent reply before it changed to one of thought. She had a question of her own to ask. “Say, may I ask why you don’t drink? I know that one episode happened on game night two months ago, but Doppo never explained to me the situation.”

A sigh left Jakurai’s lips. He wasn’t sure himself and had to think about how to explain the strangeness about the situation.

“All I know is if I take a sip, I become drunk. I don’t remember anything that happens during that period either.”

“So, your body acts as if you’re lightweight with any drinking alcohol as well?” Miho questioned.

“From what I know, yes,” Jakurai nodded his head in confirmation.

“Ah, alright.” Miho set her glass down and went over to the pot to check on its status. She looked up for a moment at Jakurai to make one more comment. “Then I’ll be more careful with drinks next time. I’m sorry about that slip up.”

“Don’t blame yourself.” Jakurai came over and stood next to her, a caring expression on his face. “You didn’t know, so don’t feel like you did wrong.”

The two of them continued on talking, Miho working on maintaining the food as it cooked as well. Much more was shared as they conversed. More about things from life were shared, mainly parts of their past that were fun and enjoyable. Soon, it was time for the food to be served and was done efficiently with both of them working together to serve it.

“Jakurai, could you please hand me one of the small bowls from the cupboard right there?” Miho pointed to the one she was asking for, which Jakurai willingly got a small ceramic bowl out of for her.

When she thanked him and took the bowl, Miho took the chicken and carrots from the small pan and put the contents into the bowl. The chunks of chicken were shredded with the cooking chopsticks efficiently before Miho walked over to where the small mat with Tenshi’s water bowl rested. She set the bowl down after it had cooled a bit as Tenshi went straight to devouring its contents once her head could reach the food.

The two of them then sat at the small dining table just on the other side of the half wall that divided the kitchen from the living room area. Their conversation started back up as they ate through the meal together.

“No, I didn’t really participate in clubs during high school,” Miho spoke.

“Why not? They’re great ways to build more friendships for sure.” Jakurai picked up some of the leek and chicken together after that.

“I had a lot of work around the house helping my father.” Miho picked up some of the food with her chopsticks but didn’t eat it just yet. “Since my mom was gone, it was up to my dad and I both to keep the place neat. He was a busy man when he still had a job too, so it was mainly me managing the house.”

“It seems the whole family gets worked to the bone then?” Jakurai knew Doppo worked way too much, now he had learned even Doppo’s uncle, Miho’s father, also was a busy businessman.

Miho nodded her head and swallowed what food she had in her mouth before speaking again. “In a sense, the Kannonzakas are cursed with being heavily worked.” She took a moment before adding on more, “But I think it also depends on time management and standing your ground too. I do feel with the new government that males in the family are having more of the issue for sure.”

“I can see that,” Jakurai noted. “The new system is supposed to be something to help, but none of us know if it will be efficient or not.”

The conversation continued on a while later. When Tenshi had finished her meal, she had started walking around Miho’s feet and peering up at the table to see what food she and Jakurai were eating.

Jakurai took another bit of his food and went to go eat it before freezing as Tenshi jumped up on the table and put her head out to sniff the contents between the chopsticks. He looked from the cat to Miho, who was glaring at her feline.

“Jakurai, no matter how cute and innocent she acts, do no give her any of it.” Miho started to tap the table with her nail and make small noises with her mouth to get Tenshi’s attention.

Jakurai slowly brought the food to his mouth and ate it, but Tenshi didn’t leave his meal alone. She proceeded to go to his bowl and start to dip her head in. It didn’t last long as Miho stood up from the table and picked the cat up.

“You are very naughty!” Miho spoke to the cat in her face and then looked at Jakurai. “I’ll be back in a moment. She’s being put in the bathroom for now.” Miho walked off with the cat to leave Jakurai in the main room. A door was shut in the small hallway a few seconds later and Miho was back at the table.

“Are you alright?” Jakurai asked.

Miho fixed a stray hair behind her ear and let out a small sigh. “I’m good, just didn’t expect Tenshi to do that, even if she’s a bit of a princess sometimes. We can eat in peace now.”

They continued on with conversation, enjoying one another’s company. One thing that felt great about the time together is how often Jakurai could see Miho smile and let out laughs. They were pleasant and made his own spirits rise even more. This meal together was definitely making his night a great one.

Although it was soon time for it to end.

Dishes were washed and set to dry. Once the last one was set down, Miho went to the small closet and pulled out Jakurai’s jacket and brought it over to him.

“Don’t want to leave without this!” She gave him a smile with it as he picked it up from her grasp.

“Thank you.”

He put it on and went to the door to leave, stopping as his hand rested on the handle. “Tonight was a nice night. Thank you for inviting me over.”

“Thank you for all the help you’ve been doing.” Miho gave him a warm smile. “I hope you have a safe travel back home.”

“Thank you, I hope you have a good night, Miho.” Jakurai bowed and then took his leave.

“I hope you have a good night too.” She was able to say it before he was out of view.

Once the door was shut, Jakurai stood there for a moment. It already felt a little less lively with saying that farewell. It was a wonderful night for sure, but why did Jakurai feel somewhat unfulfilled?

He shook his head. “Maybe I just forgot to do something today…”

And with that, he was off.