#i love the green kitchen and the balconies and the backyard

[wiltking]

here's a little house i've been working on that went through a ton of creative changes mid-process. i've been remodeling several lots in my veronaville neighborhood, so i wanted to take a break and make something from scratch again. my idea was to make a smallish house where the front door is on the second story, but i don't have any sims living here yet, so it was a little challenging to make the interior still feel like it has a history. but i think it came out cute!

more angles under the cut.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 28

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

You and T'Challa were standing in a chapel like building, black twine encircling both of your wrists while the Wakandan. . . priest(?) spoke Wakandan during the entire ritual. You and T'Challa stood there, staring into each others eyes before the black twine was burned, letting it all burn away to ashes below your feet.

T'Challa swept you up into a passionate kiss in front of all of Wakanda, which was met with the cheers of the people, screams of little kids, and a few cat calls from some of his friends from the border tribe.

Soon after, you were saying good-bye to Okoye, Nakia, Shuri, and his mother before very quickly heading onto the Quinjet and heading home.

Though you had loved Wakanda, you couldn't wait to be back in New York. The others seemed to feel the same way.

You were curled up between Tony and Stephen, both of them holding you. You were feeling uncomfortable on the plane ride there, every bump made you groan in pain, willing yourself not to throw up. You wished Stephen would just portal you guys to the Avengers compound.

However when the Quinjet finally touched down the ramp unloaded, you saw that you weren't near the Avengers tower. In fact, you weren't even in the city. You weren't even sure you were still in New York.

"Where are we?" You asked, looking around.

There was a very, very large mansion spread out on a large plane of green grass. There was large forest surrounding it around the back and sides. Both the front and back lawns looked absolutely huge and upon looking around, you could tell that this place would have everything you guys needed.

"Welcome home." Tony said with a grin.

Your heart melted a little. Bucky picked you up, carrying you over the threshold before putting you down inside the house.

The inside of the house was huge, but there wasn't a single spot of room wasted. There was a living room, a dining room, a very large kitchen and breakfast room, three offices, two bathrooms, and a very large library on the bottom floor. Upstairs was another two bathrooms, a dozen bedrooms, and a few balconies, one of which led out to the deck outside.

There was also a basement that contained a movie theater, a workout room, a gaming area completely with both board/physical games, a pool table, an air hockey table, along with two TVs that were equipped with every device available.

The backyard was very large, with only a huge pool, complete with a diving board and water slide alone with a greenhouse farther out. There were several fruits and vegetables growing in the greenhouse.

"This place is amazing Tony." You complimented after you guys had settled back down in the living room. Your stomach was rolling a little, but you weren't sure if that was because you were getting pre-period cramps, or if you were still feeling guilty about the whole Dora Milaje incident.

Tony grinned, proud of himself, "Glad you like it gorgeous."

"What state are we in?" You asked, curious.

"Ohio." Tony said with a shrug. "It's not to far from New York, but it had a lot more land than the ones we were looking at in New York. Besides, it's a bit quieter out here in the country."

"This is actually set on a nice plot of land." Stephen said next to you. "you could technically start an entire farm on here if you wanted."

"Maybe we could bring Samantha and Stella over, eh Buck?" You asked, winking at him.

He chuckled nervously, brushing his hair back from his face as Sam and Steve both turned to look at him.

"Who are Samantha and Stella?" Steve asked.

"His goats in Wakanda." T'Challa answered. "His milk goats."

You were now imagining all of them living on a farm. Wearing plaid flannel shirts and blue jeans. Chopping wood. Milking cows. Shearing sheep. Feeding the pigs and chickens. Collecting eggs. You could imagine some of them in the gardens, working the plants.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam were the easiest to imagine this scene along with Rhodey, Clint, and Fury. The others just seemed impossible. You didn't think you'd seen Loki wear jeans once. Thor maybe as well could pull off the farmer look as well. T'Challa, Tony, and Stephen on the other hand? Absolutely not. Tony only wore suits, Stephen rarely changed out of his wizarding clothes, and T'Challa wore traditional clothes almost all of the time.

As the night wore on, movies playing on the TV, you started to drift off. You could feel Stephen picking you up in his arms, bidding the others good-night as he carried you up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. You knew Tony was around as you could hear him talking softly to Stephen.

"Hey sweetheart," Tony said softly as they sat you upright on the bed. You blinked before leaning your head on his shoulder, trying to fall asleep. He chuckled gently. "You gotta get into some pajamas. You're going to be uncomfortable if you stay in that dress all night."

You ignored him, making him sigh in fake exasperation. "You want me to undress you then?"

You nodded, already half-asleep. You could feel his fingers unzipping the dress behind you, sliding the shoulders of it off, before you were nodding off.

The last thing you felt was being slipped under silk sheets, a warm arm holding you tightly to their chest.

***

You bolted upright, leaping out of the bed, stumbling into the bathroom, the door banging against the wall behind you.

"Sweetheart?" Tony's tired voice was drowned out as you vomited into the toilet. You heard feet hit the floor behind you before Tony was pulling your hair back as you emptied your stomach into the bowl.

Once you were done, you rested your forehead on your arms.

"Darling?" Stephen's voice was behind you now as well.

"Shit." You groaned. "I feel terrible."

Stephen's hand landed on your forehead, "You do feel warm. Tones, do you mind going downstairs, grabbing the ginger ale and some saltine crackers. I think there might already be a thermometer up here."

"There is." Tony said, knocking on one of the drawers as he passed by to leave the room.

Stephen rummaged in the drawer to pull out the under the tongue temperature reader. He pulled off the plastic cap, writing your name on the back with sharpie before crouching in front of you. "Open Y/N."

You did, letting him stick it under your tongue. You held it there until it beeped, showing that you had a 103 degree fever. The news made you vomit again, this time Stephen being the one to hold your hair back.

After he figured you were done, he helped you gently back into bed. Tony came back with a cool glass of ginger ale, so cold that perspiration was already dropping down the side of the cup. A box of saltine crackers was under his arm and he was holding a large pot in the other hand- probably so you could throw up without running to the bathroom.

"Here we go baby girl." Tony said, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Tony, you'll get sick." You mumbled, taking a small sip of the ginger ale, nibbling at a cracker.

"You need to keep up your fluids," Stephen said, completely disregarding your worry. "Salt isn't particularly good when you're sick so if you're going to be eating crackers to settle your stomach, you need to keep it balanced with plenty of water and ginger ale." [You could supplement with Sprite if you want to]

You nodded.

"I'm kind've disappointed." Tony said softly and both you and Stephen looked at him. He gave a small shrug, "Was kind've hoping you had morning sickness."

You smiled a little, "Sorry."

Tony shook his head, "I just want you to get better."

The others visited you throughout the day, which was met with your weak protests. But they figured if they were going to get sick, it was better they were all sick at once than having them someone sick every three days for a month.

They were all so sweet and attentive, laying with you, making sure that you got enough fluids. Loki loved coming in and reading more of that poetry to you. For example, the poem the second poem that he read you had laughing so hard that you got hiccups:

starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell are you I think. I'm not under what you call The alcofluence of incohol. I'm just a little slort of sheep, I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. I don't know who is me yet, But the drunker I stand here the longer I get So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, 'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

Loki, not knowing the song of twinkle twinkle little star was a bit confused about why you liked the poem so much. Despite this, he enjoyed that you were laughing at it, and let you read it over and over as you hiccuped, tears streaming down your face with laughter.

[I mean- I though it was funny]

And then there was another one that sounded just beautiful, if not a little creepy.

There's a truth not many know, About the world while you're asleep That the wind slips through your window, To steal the secrets that you keep, And if you don't believe me, Then you're welcome to your doubt, But have you never stopped to wonder, What it's whispering about? What else in the world Could make the treetops bend and sway But the weight of all the words, that no one ever dared to say? And since it's while your sleeping Secrets are easiest to take It's no surprise those with the deepest are the ones kept wide awake.

"Is that why you don't sleep?" You asked Loki teasingly.

Loki chuckled, appreciating your humor. "Naturally my Queen."

After you'd gotten better, most everyone else had either gotten it and it had passed, or they hadn't gotten it at all. Except Bucky who had it really bad.

He was shivering under his blankets, his nose red and his lips blue. Except that he always kept saying he was hot, trying to throw the blanket off of him.

For the most part, Steve, Sam, and Stephen stayed with him, taking care of him. But you tried to get some time with him, curling up with him while he pressed his cold face into your neck.

You wanted to surprised him for when he got better, so you grabbed Loki and the two of you went out into the town.

"What are we getting?" Loki questioned, following you along. You both ignored pointing fingers and stares from passerby's.

"You'll see." You said, gripping his hand before dragging him to a pet store. You and Loki looked around before you found two kittens and a puppy that you both wanted and were sure that the others would want.

[The two kittens are a species called Munchkin kitties. I don't know the dog breed I'm sorry]

The first kitten was a white kitten with grey eyes that reminded you of Bucky. The second kitten was black with such blue eyes you could've sworn that it was Loki impersonated. And the puppy was just to cute to pass up on.

"Okay, this one is adorable." Loki said, cradling the black kitten in his arms. The puppy was on a leash while you tried keeping the other kitten in your hands. It was a very squirmy kitten and it took a minute before it finally settled contentedly on your shoulder. You were sure that it wouldn't last long.

"Are we getting any other pets?" Loki asked as you moved through a second pet store.

"Yes." You said. "I want two rabbits as well. I think it's only fitting, after all, I want pets that everyone wants. And I absolutely adore rabbits."

"Why two?" Loki asked.

"Rabbits are very social creatures. They can actually die of depression so if you get a rabbit, you should always get two so that they are never lonely. Human interaction can only be so much for them."

"Interesting." Loki mused as you looked over the English lops that were sitting in the area. The kitten in your hands sniffed at them in interest. One of the bunnies stood up on its hind legs, sniffing at the kitten before tentatively starting to groom it behind the ears. The kitten purred, closing its' eyes. You and Loki exchanged a look.

"That one." The two of you said together.

[There are four pictures. The first picture is them as a baby. The second picture is them full-sized]

"They're adorable." You cooed. The brown Miniature English Lop eared was a girl and the blue miniature lionhead was a male.

"They are quite cute." Loki admitted, holding the cardboard carrier case with the two bunnies inside gingerly. "This kitten is still my favorite though."

"I got him specifically because he looks like you." You said with a smile, feeling giddy as the two of you got back to the car. Loki said he would sit in the back with all of the animals.

You drove slowly so that you didn't make any sudden stops, turns, or starts. When you got home, Rhodey and Clint came out to see where you guys had gone.

"Oh Fury is going to freak." Clint said with delight, picking up the white ball of fluff in one hand. The cat peered up at him.

"That one is kind've Bucky's." You admitted. "and the black cat is kind've Loki's. But the dog and the bunnies are all of ours."

Rhodey picked the puppy up, which immediately started to lick his face energetically.

You took the white cat from Clint, trading the two bunnies for her. You carefully made your way up the stairs while the others downstairs started crowding the other animals.

You knocked on the door, hearing Steve say, "Come in."

"Cover his eyes Steve." You said before you entered the room.

You heard Bucky mumble a weak protest as you came in, making your way over to the bed. You watched Steve's eyes widen and then a smile break out on his face. You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Okay."

Steve removed his hand and Bucky looked at you and then at the white fluff in your hands. Bucky's face lit up in delight and you quickly reached out, placing the kitten in his hands.

The kitten stood up in his two hands, starting to nuzzle and knead the metal hand like it a toy. Then it hopped off his hands, making her way up to his chest, curling up into the tiniest ball you'd ever seen.

Bucky was grinning so wide it was like he had never been sick. "She's adorable. What a good little kitty." He petted her with two fingers. "Does she have a name?"

"No, you can name her." You said.

Bucky continued to look down at her, petting her, "Alpine."

"Cute." You commented. "I wonder what Loki will name his cat."

"There's another cat?" Bucky's eyes lit up even more if that was possible.

"And a puppy and two bunnies." You said sheepishly. "I wanted to make sure everyone had a pet that they liked. I mean, for the most part we're sharing the animals. Like how we'll share kids. But I thought you'd like your own cat."

Bucky motioned for you to lean over so that he could kiss your forehead. "Thank you doll."

"Anything for you Buckaroo."

Clint, Sam, and Rhodey came upstairs at that moment, bringing in the bunnies and puppy to see Bucky as well.

Bucky smiled, watching how attentive the bunnies were with the puppy, both of them climbing all over the poor dog.

"We thought you'd name the bunnies Y/N." Rhodey said with a grin.

You smiled back, "That's Cinnamon roll and that's Boba." You said without any hesitation.

Steve chuckled behind you, "Cute names."

"What's the dogs name?" You asked.

"We haven't decided yet." Rhodey said.

Suddenly you heard the door open downstairs and you heard Fury give a strangled cry before he shouted, "What the F-"

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (37)

Series Master list

Satoru stifles a yawn as he scrolls through his phone. None of the houses so far fit what he is envisioning. He doesn't want much, just something with at least three bedrooms, a backyard, maybe a balcony, and a decent-sized kitchen wouldn't hurt. They could move to the Gojo estate, but eh- then they would have to deal with all the servants and noisy relatives, which would be a buzz kill. No privacy would just make him cranky.

"You coming?" Kagome asks. The silk robe clings to each dip of her curves, and for a moment he's tempted to ask for a round two. He really loves the color green on her, but she's staring at him with concern. Is it because he elected to kick off the rest of his clothes and chill on the couch naked? Oh yeah, she asked a question and he should probably answer.

"Only if you do," he replies, his lips tilting upward as he scrolls to the perfect house. At 180,000,000 Yen, the house is practically a steal. He'll have to make sure that the agent leaves out how much it costs until after they sign the paperwork. She would probably say that it is too much, even though money isn't an issue for him.

"Perv," she huffs out, turning on her heel.

"Be there in a sec!" He types in his information. Schedules a visit for tomorrow morning. A part of him is annoyed—well, pissed that the school was attacked. But a small part of him is also okay with having a couple of days off while the students recover. He and Gome-chan can look at a couple of houses and do some digging around about the Shikon jewel. He sets the phone down on the coffee table and heads to the master bath. "What's with all the bubbles?" He gives Kagome a lopsided smile, taking in how she's covered in bubbles with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

"No reason."

"You dropped the container," he teases. A jolt of desire passes through him at her appraisal. He tells himself that he's stretching because his muscles need it, not because he's showing off. Even though it's so cute how flustered she gets.

"Noo." She sinks down lower as though some bubbles can hide her from him. He steps into the shower. The jets of water hit the stress in his shoulders, easing some of the tension away. For a moment, there's only the sound of running water hitting the shower floor and his own soft breathing. He doesn't towel himself off. Instead, he joins her in the bath, stepping in behind her. It's a snug fit with both of them, but it makes no difference. They could be in an onsen and he'd still drape himself over her.

"Glad you're feeling better." He wraps his arms around her waist, spreads his legs out, and pulls her in closer.

"I think the Shikon was trying to warn me."

"About that," he says, resting his chin on her head—messing up her bun even more. "You talk about it like it–"

"Has feelings? Yeah, even though it merged with me, the Shikon still feels as though it has its own mind." She places a soapy hand on his. "I feel it beat more when I'm around you. That curse with the patchwork face could touch the Jewel. I'm guessing because his thing is manipulating souls."

"He didn't go after you today. Possible that Naraku is pulling the strings." There are too many variables floating around that just do not sit right with him. Despite everyone's agreement to keep what happened today under wraps, Satoru would not put it past Gakuganji to spin some tale to the higher-ups about Kagome. It's actually surprising that he has yet to receive any summons back to the estate. He figured Naoya would have blabbed about him having a fiancé by now.

"Maybe. We don't know how long Naraku has been in this world. I thought he had found peace when we destroyed the Shikon in my world." She shifts, the water sloshes between them. A few stray bubbles cling to her. "Yakeru may give us some more answers without Yuji around."

"Smart. Anything revealed around Yuji, Sukuna will know about too." He presses a kiss behind her ear, breathing in the floral smell of the bubbles and freshness of her. "I made an appointment for tomorrow morning."

"Sounds ominous." She chuckles. Her fingers trace the infinity symbol into his hands. "Doctor's appointment?"

"It's for a house. Hoping that the house we see tomorrow is the one." He'd look at a dozen if he has to.

"What's wrong with the apartment?"

"Nothing. Figured we would want more room and a backyard for whenever Megumi and Buyo Jr come to visit." He strokes her stomach. It never ceases to amaze him how one so soft can house so much power. "And a bigger kitchen, and living room, and bedroom," he trails off.

"He does like Megumi. I know what your scheme is. You can't pull one over on me."

Satoru gasps. Him, pull a trick? "I do not scheme. I have only the purest of intentions."

"Now, I'm scared." Kagome shudders, shaking her head.

Perhaps he was too gentle with her earlier.

"Rude." He unwraps his arms from around her waist, trails his hands up and down her sides. He moves faster than necessary- any hesitation in his touch would give her an opening, and tickles her underneath her arms. She squeals as she tries to move away from him. Some of the water gets onto the floor. There're bubbles sticking to him now. He's drunk on her laughter and the weightlessness of being in the moment.

"I yield, I yield!" He pulls her closer to him, secures her arms because he knows her too.

"You can make it up to me," he says.

"Uh, you attacked me."

"Self-defense." He tilts his head down and tilts hers to the side. "One kiss."

"You don't even deserve one," she whispers but meets him for one, anyway. He never thought himself to be a romantic or anything sappy like that, but her lips are as soft as rose petals. Sometimes he has to stop himself and make sure he isn't flying from each breathless sigh that escapes from her lips. "Why do you really want to get a house?"

"I think it's pretty obvious that I want to build a life with you." He rubs his thumb along her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "The apartment is fine, but it's something that I got way before you. I want something that's us. I even looked into buying a shrine, but the upkeep—" Kagome turns around and places a finger to his lips. Her legs go on either side of him until she's sitting on his lap. She moves her finger and cups his face, taking his breath away.

"You're the sweetest."

"Must be from all the chocolate I eat," he quips. "Kagome?"

"Satoru."

"You don't have to say it back," he says, his heart rate speeds up. His ears burn, which if she brings it up, he'll blame it on the steam rising from the bath. He laughs as he looks everywhere but at her. No fear, he reminds himself—the life of a sorcerer is too short to be ruled by such an emotion. And with everything going on, he does not want to live a life full of regrets. He meets her attentive gaze and lets out a shaky breath. "I love you. It's okay if you don't…" He blinks as she takes his hand and kisses each knuckle.

"You're silly," she replies, "to think for one moment that I don't love you too."

"Should I be worried?"

"Worried?"

"Yeah." Her skin glows a soft pink that's only visible to his six eyes. "That the Shikon loves me too."

"Guess that means you're stuck with me."

"Earlier, you said that you got rid of the one in your world. Why?"

"Well," she says, leaning back. "The demon inside the jewel wanted to be free. Long story short, a priestess named Midoriko and the souls of many demons created the jewel. It could grant power to anyone, but the only ones that could keep it pure were Kikyo and me. It was an unholy jewel. It tainted everyone else that tried to use it."

"This is just a theory, but I don't think this one is evil." He runs his hands down her spine. "We know that the only one that can control it is you. Naraku never made a move against me. He tried to sow seeds of doubt instead."

"He tried to turn me away from you as well," she murmurs. "I doubt he knows that the jewel wants you too."

"No, but if he can get in your head, he controls the Shikon." A flash of worry crosses her face. He places a kiss on each winkle. "Don't worry Gome-chan."

"Why? Because you're the strongest."

"Because you're mine."

[something-tofightfor]

Hi yes this question is for Farmer Rachael.

Farmer Rachael- which of your characters, if any, has a green thumb? Which would be most enthusiastic about planting a garden? What would they want to grow? And who, if anyone, absolutely can’t keep a plant alive no matter what?

Thank you for considering these burning questions.

ok SO.

I've been thinking about this for a couple of hours and I think I have an answer now.

These pertain to the versions of the characters I've tweaked for my own stories, so it might differ from canon a little. BUT:

Green thumb and would love gardening:

Joel Miller, because he'd love to see life in the plants and know that he cared for something and helped to sustain it.

Root Pearl Ezra wouldn't have had time or any place to grow a garden because of his touring schedule, but I think he's really good with houseplants, only because he likes to talk so much - and sing to them. I think he's got a couple plants in his bedroom, and maybe one or two smaller ones in the studio ... plus a huge one on the balcony of his apartment. If he's gone, he has someone come in and care for them,

Life is Good Frankie has a small garden in his backyard. Tomatoes and cucumbers and maybe some spicy peppers, too. Gardening is a way for him to relax and sort of zone out. This applies to BiCO Frankie, too - but I think he'd have a larger garden since he has more available land.

Marcus Pike has a few potted herbs on his kitchen windowsill, and uses them - specifically basil and mint - often.

Cannot keep a plant alive to save their lives:

Dieter Bravo could kill a fake plant, and he wouldn't even have to try too hard.

Javier Pena was given a houseplant as a welcome to Colombia by one of the secretaries at the Embassy, and he promptly put it on top of a cabinet in his apartment - in front of the window so it could get some sun - ... and then he forgot to water it for three weeks.

Jack Daniels in any form is not too focused on plants. On Deck Jack is more likely to be interested in a garden, just because of the way he grew up on the ranch, but he's more focused on the animal side of things.

Tim dreams about having a massive garden so that he can pick fresh herbs and produce to cook with, but while he's so heavily involved in work, it's next to impossible for him to keep up with it since he can't guarantee he'll ever be home. He's looking forward to the day he can try again, though.

Thank you for asking these!

I'm so excited for my garden to start growing.

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

aslihan’s home

In May 2022, Aslihan and Alex moved into a dark green, three level, 1900s-ish renovated house, coming with a large front and backyard with a swimming pool in the back and nicely sized pool/guest house. She lives in the more expensive part of Claret Park. 

While it was hard to adjust at first and Aslihan initially hated living there, she eventually grew to love it deeply as she turned it from a house and into a home. She was largely inspired by her travels growing up and the house is filled with items she’s collected throughout her life from around the world, along with a variety of vintage, antiques, thrifted, secondhand, and items bought from local small businesses. Around the house is decorated with paintings, drawings, maps and atlases (especially of her home countries: Turkey, Egypt, England, Brazil, and now including a few of Colorado), papyrus paintings, and many photographs. From photographs of her family and friends, especially of Alex, to old photographs she’s bought from vintage shops to give new life; From Alex’s and Kemet’s toys scattered throughout the house; With each and every single room, no matter how big or how small, having some kind of purpose or use: Asli truly believes that this is her forever home. And she’s ready to make more memories in it.

little facts and tidbits

As stated before: the house is a rather large dark green, three level, 1900s-ish renovated home. It consists of: a wrap around porch; a first level consisting of a large foyer, a small restroom, a laundry room with a doorway to the pantry and extra storage room, a large living room, a breakfast nook, a large kitchen, a dining area, a sunroom, and a back porch/greenroom that leads out to the backyard; a second level consisting of a master bedroom with its own balcony area and a master bathroom, four bedrooms (one is Alex’s room, two are guestrooms, and the last one has been turned into an office/library), and a bathroom; a third level attic used as a hang out area and with a small bathroom and a small balcony; a backyard with a firepit and grilling area, a swimming pool, a play area for Alex, and a pool/guest house that holds a living room, a kitchen and hang out area, a small bathroom, and a bedroom; And three hammocks (one in the living room, one in the sunroom, one outside), because why not?

I had a variety of inspiration for Asli’s home and I found them all through Instagram: 

@vineandvintage (a majority of the house is inspired by this account; anything I didn’t state down below is from this account) 

@mybohojunglebook (second biggest inspiration, specifically the master bedroom and bathroom, dining room, laundry room, backyard, and most of the pool/guesthouse)

@goldenhourabode (specifically the record area in the attic, the sunroom, the back porch/green room, and the guesthouse bedroom)

@thebrickhousejungle (the second guestroom)

@takinada (the master bedroom’s balcony)

@palim_tintin (the display area in the dining room and attic bathroom)

Alex’s bedroom and the office/library were found through Google and World Market

Admittedly, Asli’s home is always a work in progress. I definitely tend to find more inspiration and trying to plot a way to include it in the house at some point or another. If your character ever comes on over, I’m more than okay with you having them say that it looks different than from when they were last there! Asli rearranges things a good portion of the time, always finding inspiration within her home and where to put things at. She’s currently working on adding in an Upright Piano to surprise Elijah; Currently, however, she’s trying to figure out where to put it at. She also has a plan to add in a garden in the front yard, but is waiting until spring and summer to work on that.

Check out the link below in the source to see Asli’s entire home!

[herbgardenguide]

Herb Hunting: Finding the Perfect Planter for our Tiny Urban Jungle

Herb Hunting: Finding the Perfect Planter for our Tiny Urban Jungle

Forget sprawling backyards and manicured lawns. Our urban jungle boasts a fire escape and a windowsill that doubles as a sunbathing platform for our pet cactus. But lately, amidst the minimalist furniture and exposed brick walls, we've been craving a touch of green (and maybe a sprinkle of flavor). Enter Operation: Kitchen Herb Garden!

Armed with mugs of steaming tea and a whirlwind of Pinterest boards, we embarked on a quest for the perfect kitchen herb planter. Alex, the resident techie, dreamt of a sleek, automated system with mood lighting and built-in Spotify playlists for our basil (apparently, it thrives on Beethoven?). I, on the other hand, envisioned a charming, rustic terracotta pot overflowing with fragrant rosemary and thyme, the kind that whispers of sun-drenched Italian meadows (minus the actual sun, because of city life).

Reality, as always, offered a delightful blend of practicality and whimsy. We discovered a tiered wooden planter with built-in drainage and a handy watering gauge - perfect for my forgetfulness and Alex's love for gadgets. Plus, it had enough space for a mini herb forest, appeasing both our culinary and aesthetic desires.

Planting day was an adventure. Tiny seeds transformed into emerald specks under our fingertips, christened with silly names like "Basil the Bold" and "Rosemary the Rebel." We learned about sunlight hours, soil types, and the delicate art of snipping without beheading our miniature herb empire.

Weeks later, our windowsill boasts a thriving green haven. The morning sunlight paints the leaves a vibrant glow, and the scent of fresh herbs fills the air, a welcome change from the usual city grime. We've experimented with basil pesto pasta and rosemary-infused chicken, each bite a delicious reminder of our tiny urban oasis.

But the best part? It's not just about the taste or the Instagram-worthy photos (although, let's be honest, those don't hurt). It's about the shared experience, the quiet moments of nurturing something green and growing, the reminder that even in the concrete jungle, a little piece of nature can thrive. And who knows, maybe next year, we'll graduate to a balcony garden with a tiny tomato jungle and a resident ladybug colony. But for now, our little herb haven is a reminder that even the smallest spaces can hold the potential for big flavor, big fun, and a whole lot of green goodness.

[yonemurishiroku]

Nico’s villa house in Venice, Italy headcanon because i say so.

- It’s in the old style because that’s how most of the houses in Venice are and Nico feels less disoriented that way.

- But it’s still fucking modern tho.

- And enchanted to ward of monsters and such. Hades is not having his children in danger if he has anything to do with it.

- It has two stories with a terrace playground whose roof can be closed or opened according to the weather, since obviously Nico needs to fix his fading issue.

- It’s too large for one person and three hellhounds dogs because Nico has claustrophobia. And also Hades is ridiculously rich and opts to spoil his son.

- Yes he has dogs.

- Yes they are hellhounds.

- The villa is surrounded by green, save for the brown fences. The trees stand tall next to the street lamps, the grass tickles his feet and the flowers bloom beautifully along the gray brick path. Persephone made them eternally fresh and Nico prays the people wouldn’t notice anyday.

- There’s a sand playground in a corner of the garden, with a little sort-of tent with sofas and lounge chairs and cushions and so on, in which Nico likes to enjoy his books while the dos run around. He likes the feeling of staying close to the ground.

- The villa is located at the city’s edge so Nico has a small balcony perking out to the open space, with a lovely staircase leading down so that he can actually sit in the water and enjoys the ocean view whenever he wants.

- There’s also a system of fresh waterways in the backyard, running peacefully under the garden’s shades like natural streams, just because Persephone doesn’t like the idea of her flowers having no water supply. Nico prefers dipping his feet in the water without salt clinging to his skin, anyway, so he doesn’t complain.

- The villa is spacious. Most furnitures are made of wood to give off a cozy feeling. A lot of sofas and soft lounge chairs. The wooden doors are always wide open and different layers of curtains shielding the glass windows. Paintings, decorations and plants lining the walls.

- The whole house is floored with expensive carpets year-round because Nico’s body temperature is always lower than a normal human being should be, and also he likes the feeling it brings.

- The living room had one chandelier which Nico had removed soon after he moved in, claiming it was too gaudy.

- A TV built-in that is actually some sort of black screen just for Hades or Zagreus to call whenever they want to check on Nico. Nico complains all the time, but he still picks up the weird shadow-calls - or whatever Zagreus calls them.

- A fireplace. Of course there’s a fireplace. And another in his bedroom. Nico dislikes leaving the warm spots when the winter comes.

- The kitchen can be seen from the living room, equipped with a full set of ovens and a cabinet of pasta making tools and pantries and whatsoever. Nico loves the cooking lessons with his caretaker - a lovely maid who is a clear-sighted mortal, courtesy of Hades, (who else, really?).

- The reading room is upstairs. Large bookshelves occupying every wall. A large window at the opposite of the door to catch more winds. A passageway hidden behind one of the shelves, connecting to a secret safe room just because Hades is paranoid.

- A music room that houses a piano since Nico wants to try after listening to Zagreus play in the Underworld.

- He definitely has a king-size canopy bed. I don’t care what you think. Nico definitely sleeps in one.

- The dogs have their own beds in the same bedroom of Nico’s, just because he likes to keep them close.

- The guest bedroom isn’t any less antiquely luxury looking. If anything it’s just smaller than the main bedroom and no canopy.

- Yes they have a dog room, filled with toys and whatever a hellhound might want to play with. There’re just so many things people can do with empty space and Nico wouldn’t waste a spare room if it means his hellhounds can find some entertainment the outdoor is unavailable without wrecking havoc.

[catgrassplantdad]

My time... Has come....

Their realtor is named Stella, she's taken on some picky clients. She's utterly unprepared

The episode opens with the typical intro, were introduced to Mickey and Ian, and it's clear right away that they have High Standards

Their wishlist includes a two car garage, a big backyard, a finished basement for a workout/entertainment area, a large kitchen, and a master ensuite.

Their budget? 800k

The first house is green outside and not particularly modern inside, it appeals to Ian's traditional style but the basement is unfinished and the stairs are kinda steep. The ensuite is small. The outside is in desperate need of a paint job, but the front garden has Ian just waiting to dig his fingers in. Mickey still nearly vetos the house on sight

The second is white, wider but not quite as tall. The basement is finished, the backyard is fucking huge. There's so much natural light, it's really a big ole blank slate. It's okay, they suppose, but it's not them. Stella is gonna need to get creative

The selling point of the last house is the kitchen- dark wood with light counters, hardwood throughout. The basement is finished, but has no windows. The backyard is huge and untamed. The ensuite needs updating, but it has enough room for a soaker tub. They have a balcony. The front garden is full of dead flowers.

They take it. Five months later, Stella gets a letter with some pictures of a refurbished ensuite and a basement that fits a home entertainment system along with a home gym.

She sincerely hopes they never move again.

Five months later the second season of the Netflix show "how to build a sex room" airs, and shes both horrified and amazed to see her former clients in episode 4, taking down the wall seperatjng the walk in closet from the bedroom and giving up floor space in their master to have a sex dungeon put in.

This is so fucking funny. Oh my god you put so much thought into this, thank you for this gift. I read this out loud to him and it made it so much funnier to say these words out into the universe. Incredible. When I got to the end Greg did exclaim "why would the sex dungeon be in the bedroom!?" to which I said that it might not be, I thought they maybe just took up some of the floor space of the bedroom when they were building it? So we are here humbly requesting clarification on that. Because it is of the utmost importance. Thank you so much. This was hilarious. Their house sounds adorable and Stella is a goddamn CHAMP. Also I love them being on one home reality show and immediately being like, you know what we should do now? Yeah. Another home reality show. But hornier.

[enchanted-moura]

My dream house is definitely a French country type cottage, with a beautiful garden or green house filled with vegetables, and maybe flowers. With the main city not too far, but still there is bountiful nature around me. Also some type of pond pool in my backyard, and a maybe a small Pitt for a bonfire.

Inside my home I definitely want it to be cozy with alot of natural light, and I definitely need a balcony for my personal bedroom. A library, and nice kitchen table is a must. But yeah ❤️

That’s gorgeous. I love the cosy vibe here, it’s like a fairytale. Thank you for sharing ♥️

[dae-writing]

Little Housewife

Yandere!Dabi x reader, 5k

Warning: smut, porn with very little plot, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, dubious consens, yandere behavior, stockholm syndrom, culilingus, somnophillia mentioned,

A/N: First time writing smut, English isn’t my first language, not beta read, also haven’t written anything that long in a long time

This was inspired by @honeyyandere respons to my dabi houswife thirst thanks darling for reminding me of my pregnancy kink

She sighed happily as she looked out of the kitchen window, her hand on her slowly swelling belly. This little house in the suburbs was so different to the small flat Dabi had originally taken her two years ago. Even though it still tugged on her heartstrings thinking about that place, after all it was the place she fell in love with the handsome man. Or actually wasn’t it before that, in that alleyway? She giggled slightly, it didn’t matter much now, did it? What did anything  matter outside this house and her young family? She should be grateful for all that her love has done for her.

No one else would have loved her enough to care about her anyways. The thought made her lips turn downward for a second before she focused on the stew on the stove instead. It has been boiling for a little while now and will be done soon. Hopefully Dabi would be home in time today. She had been seeing him even less since they moved, only really when he would crawl in bed with her at night. Waking her up with his movements or at latest when his fingers or mouth would wander to her private place to reward her for dinner. More than once she woke up with him already inside her, hovering above her and growling about some stupid idiot next to her ear. The memory made her shiver and let a warmth rush down her body.

She pushed herself away from the counter before she got any stupid ideas. Dabi didn’t like it when she touched what was his. She moved through the hallway on the way to the backyard wanting to get some more herbs for the stew. Y/N frowned when she saw the rug, it had laid there since before they moved in but recently during cleaning she had discovered a big spot underneath it, similar in color to the small ones that stained the side of their bed. The previous owners really had been careless with the place. Even Dabi seemed displeased with them, judging from the face he made when she complained about the ones on their bed. And that meant a lot from how his flat originally looked like. She moved through the hallway out into the garden, the grass soft under her feet. A wind blew through the green oasis tugging at the skirt of her dress and she only remembered at the last moment to hold it down so her neighbors wouldn’t be able to see her privates, not bothering to wear underwear all by herself.

Humming slightly to herself she wandered to the small herbal plants, at least this part of the estate had been taking care of. She took some herbs and then wandered back to the house. Lost in her thoughts about little baby onesies and which of the many rooms of the second floor should be their babies home. Maybe the one right at the corner of the stairs, would be fitting for the first born. The rest would be easily filled with their siblings.

She went through the backdoor, fixing something that wasn’t in the right place in the hallway so everything was tidy. This was the thing she could do to pay back for the way Dabi cared for her, she wasn’t easy to love she had realized that now. A clean house, good meals and her womb to bear his child. Y/N entered the kitchen, sprinkled the herbs before stirring once again.

She nearly screamed when an arm wrapped around her midriff, but the deep voice that growled into her ear put her at ease at once. “Doll”, Dabi pulled her back into his chest. Giddily Y/N turned in his embrace and nearly jumped in his arms, her heart bursting seeing him. He smiled down at: “Easy there, don’t want to hurt you two” he captured her lips with his and she melted into him. Their lips moved against each other, his hands moved to her lower back sending a small shiver through her. Y/N’s hands moved into the man's hair pulling him closer trying to close the gap between their bodies. A small whimper left her when he pulled away, making her blush and him chuckle. The azur eyes moved from her face to the stove behind her. “This smells good, what is it?” “Stew! It’s nearly done. Take a seat”, she excitedly pointed to the dinner table she had set like every night, but this time he was here! “Alright”, he grinned at her state. She missed the warmth of his arm when he let go but she plated the food fast, turned the stove off and carried it to the table where he had taken place. “Careful, doll”, a look of worry crossed his face making her feel warm before she put the plates down. Taking a seat, she expectantly looked at him waiting to see how he liked it. He always showed his gratefulness for the food but she nearly never got to see his reaction. It seemed as if he was stiffing a chuckle before taking a bite. His eyes widened: “It’s really good!”

Y/N grinned at him: “I seasoned it with the herbs from the garden! I’m so happy the previous owner at least took care of that part of the house” She took her own bite and missed the look on his face when she mentioned the previous owners. “Yeah they truly didn’t know how to treasure such a precious thing” Dabi took her hand across the table and smiled at Y/N, who’s checks were once again warm. They finished their dinner while she excitedly chatted about her day while he mainly smiled and nodded.

Dabi gave her a quick kiss before leaving to take a shower murmeln a small thanks against her lips. She quickly did the dishes and then made her way up the stairs to their bedroom which faced the backyard. She walked through the room and closed the balcony doors. lingering in the last sun rays for a short moment. Summer was slowly coming to an end, not that she would ever be cold with Dabi around her. Their child will most likely be born around christmas, just the thought of being able to spend the holidays with her own little family made her heart flutter.

She went over the bed to pull back the covers, not really caring that the position made her skirt hike up revealing her pussy to the silent room. It might be a little early for most people their age to go to bed but Dabi had an exhausting job and only was able to sleep knowing she was in his arms.  A rough hand laid itself on her bare bottom and Dabi let out a pleased growl behind her. “Stay like this” Y/N heard something drop behind her, heat rushing to her face and groin.

“Have you been thinking about me?”, her lover asked, a finger tracing her labia, picking up some slick left over from her thoughts she had earlier the evening. “I hope it was me, otherwise I would be greatly disappointed”

She shook her head: “No! Just you, only you!” The thought of him being disappointed in her formed a clump of ice in her stomach, he was her world after all.

Dabi growled again before he plunged into her. Y/N let out a loud moan with sudden intrusion. He pulled her by the hips deeper on his cock, one hand finding his way to her belly. “You’re so gorgeous like this. My pretty little wife.” He snapped his hips into her even though his trust weren’t nearly as brutal as they used to be before her pregnancy . Y/N mewled beneath him, his cock still filling her up completely. She clenched around his shaft at his words and he let out a growl: “ You are on my mind all day, little one. Just thinking about you waiting for me, full and ripe” His fingers sliding from her stomach to her little bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot through her making Y/N bury her face in the sheets. “I hate wasting my whole day with these idiots and their useless nonsense “ Dabi drove into her harder and she let out a startled gasp. He stilled immediately, a concerned hand wandered to her stomach. She grabbed it and interlaced it with his bellow her belly button: “We’re fine. Everything's fine” It hadn’t really hurt her, being used to much rougher handling from her lover. Dabi pressed a loving kiss to her shoulder blade,his scared bottom lip giving it a pleasant scratchy sensation that she had come to love. Releasing the breath he was holding and he gently started moving again. “My precious little doll” He littered kisses along her spine through the thin fabric of her dress, his hand not straying from her stomach this time. She felt the heat within her rising, his cock hitting all the right spots to make her see stars. “You’re so good to me”, Dabi fondelt her ass, making her push back into him. “Nobody could treat me so well as you do. A perfect little housewife but also such a slut”, He growled, nipping and kissing at her neck. Y/N breath came out in little pants, eyes closed in bliss. “Presenting yourself to me like that. I bet you didn’t wear panties the whole day only waiting for me to come home to take you. Did you?” When no response but a gentle moan came, he landed a hard slap on her buttcheek. “Y-yes”, she spluttered. Heat, even though she didn’t think it was possible to add anymore, rising to her cheeks and her pussy gushed around his cock, the juice flowing down her thigh. Dabi picked up the pace: “Of course you did, Doll. That’s what your life is about. This cock inside you, breeding you. This man, taking you. I’m all that you need, right?”, his hand left her stomach and he lifted her upper body from the bed by her throat. The new angel hitting even deep inside her. Y/N cried out, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. She had been with him for years at this point but she could never get used to the way he talked to her, so different from the pristin way she was raised. And she could never stop the light tingle of shame over the hot arousal filling her when Dabi treated her like this. Toes curling into the carpet, climax aproching she couldn’t respond “Do you want your man to fuck another child into you? I bet there's still space in that precious womb of yours.”, He stopped his movement when she once again failed to respond. The tears in her eyes threatened to spill over “Tell me do you want that”, Dabi tightened his hand around her throat slightly. “Please”, she whispered. “Huh”, he pulled her even more into his chest, his staples rubbing against her back, “I didn't hear you” A single tear slipping out of her eyes, the hand around her starting to hurt, even though he refused to put real pressure into it like he used to, his cock filling her to the brim ,her arousal dancing dangerously close to the edge. “Please”, she managed to get out, her breath laborded. “Please, what?”, the smile was evident in his voice. Y/N whimpered, more tears running down her cheeks. She knew he liked this and could play this game the whole evening. Getting off of her shame, the way she cried and was helpless in his grasp. She swallowed thickly against his hand, staring at the ceiling of their beautiful home. “Please, breed me, love” Dabi sight and starting up his trusts again, slow and agonizing. “keep going my little cry baby. Tell me what a whore you are for me, you don’t think this little belly is enough for me right” The hand that wasn't around her throat gently caressed the swell of her stomach. Y/N whimpered again, the trust being too shallow to push her over the edge, her pussy juice freely running down her leg onto the carpet she deep cleaned this morning. “I want you”, she interrupted herself and cried out when he thrusted into her a bit harder,” I want you to stuff me, make me swell even more. I want them to know I’m yours” He let out a low groan and picked up the pace, essentially bouncing her on his cock. “Do you? Maybe tomorrow I should take you in the garden. Would you like that? The fence isn’t that tall. Imagine how easily our neighbours could see you, getting fucked by me. Just me”, he mused and hot shame ran through her as she gushed around him once again. Only for him to chuckle. “Oh? Does my little doll get off on that? The thought of everyone knowing you belong to me? Is that why you are always so wet and welcoming for me? Does the fact that there is no way you can hide your stretching womb from the world get you off? Do you like wandering this world with my child inside you, showing them that you belong to me?” Y/N cried out, tears falling freely down her cheeks, them being redder than her ass after that one time she tried to visit her parents. “Y-Yes', she choked out, shame and arousal coiling in her stomach. Dabi let out a moan and lowered her back to the bed, hands gripping her hips tightly. “That’s my good little fuckdoll”, he pushed into her expertly, “Come for me” The coil in her abdomen snapped making her scream into the sheets, toes curling and gushing all over his cock. Him following soon after with a low moan, savering the feeling of her clenching around him before slowly slipping out of her.

Dabi gently rolled her on her back and further onto the bed so she wouldn’t fall down. If he hadn’t been so tired by today's messed up mission, he would have been hard again by sight in front of him alone. Her face red and blotchy, covered in tear streaks with the occasional tear running down her check. The chest heaving under the pulled up fabric of her innocent white summer dress, which did very little to conceal the little bump of their child. Her legs spread open leaving him a perfect view of her spent pussy covered in her own juice with his cum leaking out. He made a distasteful noise and shoved it back in, making Y/N meawl and trying to push his hand away. He shushed her, laying down on his side next to her, littering small kisses over her face while he lazily pumped his finger inside her, his thumb finding her little nerve bundle making sure all of his semen stays where it’s supposed to be. It didn’t take long for her to come undone from his fingers, hiding her face in his shoulder. Dabi chuckled: “Still so shy, as if you weren't begging for me just a minute ago”

Even though his tierd body couldn’t muster a second errection today, that mission had been a complet fuck up after all, ending with most of them injured, his hunger wasn’t quite satisfist and with his prettly little thing so trusting in his arms how could he resist. His lips slowly wandered down from her forehead over her cheek to her neck. He spend a little more time biting and sucking at the tender skin, savoring the shaky breath she took underneath him before moving on. He slowly pulled down the straps of her dress liking and kissing at the swell of her breast before slowly revealing her erect nipple to him. Dabi took it in his mouth sucking and nibbling at the bud. Making delicious moans spill from her lips. How long did it take until they started lactating? He had to research that again. Maybe she would let him have a taste of it, not that she ever really said no to him. He pulled away leaving a finger to trace it. “I have heard they get bigger during pregnancy, noting any differences yet, doll?”, he looked up at her flushed face, making sure to keep his voice casual knowing that it drove her mad. “N-No”, she stuttered. “Sad”, he said before moving from her breast to her belly, his lust slipped from his mind for a bit. “Hey there little one”, he placed a kiss to each side next to her belly button.

Dabi remembered how his heart had dropped when she had told him she was pregnant. He had already been far too often concerned about having taken her, she would have been so much saver at her parents house not with a wanted villain like him. But they had been trying so hard to take her from him, going as far as having bodyguards around her 24/7. The thought alone made him want to burn everything in his sight down. The only thing lifting the clouds from his head at that time was that bright smile on her face, happy about starting a family with him. How different to the beginning when she would scream and yell at his sight alone. But that smile also reminded him why he had to keep her, without it he would go insane in this cruel world.

Y/N hadn’t started showing until a few days ago, at least it seemed to him like it had suddenly been there. Probably stemming from the fact that he barely got to see her in daylight these days. That fucker shigaraki seemed to work in full speed, making them go on one mission after another. Dabi couldn’t really tell him about his situation, the league of villains didn't exactly have health benefits or maternity leave. And he wasn’t close enough with any of them to discuss his private life with them. Not that they wouldn’t try to pray any bits of it out of him. They were already suspicious at him leaving the city for this house, making warp dudes job a lot harder than it already was having to collect him from further away. But he wouldn’t let any of them near his precious doll, not wanting to put her more into danger than she already was.

Dabi kept pressing kisses to the slightly stretched skin, muttern sweet nothing against it. “D-Dabi”, Y/N hand grabbed onto his hair lightly pushing his head down. He grinned : “Yes Doll? I’m currently having a conversation” Y/N flushed above him, struggling to maintain eye contact with him, gently pushing on his head again but still keeping that pretty little mouth shut. “You’re not jealous of the attention are you?”, the raven head teased but for once followed her lead downwards to her glistening sex. Not willing to submit to her completely he turned his head to her thigh, lapping up some of the juice that had started to dry. Purposefully scratching the staple of his checks along the soft flesh. Y/N had confessed how much she enjoyed the sensation once and he would be a horrible lover to deprive her of something she liked so much right. His darling whimpered above him. “My quirk’s fire, not mind reading, you know?!”, he dragged his hands going up towards her sex but trailed them down again before he reached it. Had it been a few months ago he might had heated  up his palms to tease her a little, not enough to really hurt but enough to send a little trill down her spine. But just like he would rather kill himself than truly hurt his love, he would neve put his quirk anywhere near his child if he could help it. “Please touch me”, y/n managed to bring across her lips. “But I am touching you, am I not?”, his teeth nipped closer to her sex. “Please Touch my”, she stopped hand curling into the sheets, eyes wandering away from him across the room in thought. He laughed lightly, still the little church girl wasn’t she. “Your pussy?”, Dabi finished for her scentence, enjoying the wait the blush creeped over her face down to her neck. “Is that what you want? Me eating you out? My tounge in your clit? Me pleasing you with my mouth”, he continued teasing. Lifting his mouth from her thigh that at this point was nearly purple with love bits, both old and now, he hovered over her sex looking up at her. She gave a nod before catching herself and whispering a small yes. “How naughty of you”, he placed a kiss on her clit making her squirm, “we’re not even married yet “ was the last thing he said before diving into her. Eating her as she was his last meal, lapping and sucking at her core. Slurping every bit of her juice up before poking his tounge into her opening. Having her trash above her, moans leaving her lips, whispering swear praise had him in ecstasy. It didn’t take long before she came silently screaming, arching her back of the mattress. Dabi looked up at her contemplating on keeping going, but the labored breath and the exhausted look on her face made himself stop. He remembered how clean all the carpets on the second floor had seemed when he walked to take a shower, she must have been on her feet the whole day. Dabi moved up her body gently placing his lips on hers. He would have enough time to overstimulated her into oblivion in a few months.

Dabi got up, put on the sweatpants he had dropped earlier, leaving the room. Y/N laid in their shared bed, her breathing and skin color slowly returning back to normal. Still shaky she sat up, pushing her hair out of her sweaty face. Dabi returned shortly after he had left and picked her up wordlessly. She naturally put her arms around his neck, cuddling into his chest savoring the feeling of the different skin structure under her touch. He carried her to the master bathroom where he had drawn her a bath. Gently placing her down on the edge of the tub, taking off her dress and helping her slip into the warm water. “Is it too warm?” he asked, remembering reading that pregnant women shouldn’t take hot baths. Y/N shakes her head leaning back slightly and resting one hand on her stomach. His naturally joined hers: “Did I hurt you?” Just the thought of it made a sick feeling creep up his spine. He had toned down his manhandling of her significantly but something inside of him just couldn’t control herself when she was so small and dainty in his arms. Y/N gave him a smile: “No, it just seems natural to place my hand there” He hummed bending over the edge of the tub, cold and hard against his chest, to place a kiss on her stomach just above the water surface.  Blushing his lover turned her head away, which earned her a dark laugh from him: “We just fucked and you’re still shy” “I guess that never is going to go away”, she mumbled, the heat not leaving her face the whole time Dabi helped her wash herself, both of them sharing sweet whispers and giggles between small kisses he would place on her skin.

After he lifted her out of the tub, against her protest, dressed her in one of the fluffy bathing ropes, he carried her back to their bedroom.

It washed over Y/N like cold water: “Your scars! Did you take care of them after your shower?” “Doll” he grumbled, wanting only to place her on the bed and to go to sleep even though he couldn’t say her concern didn’t make his heart swell. Knowing that that responds meant a clear no and without much thinking she  jumped out of his arms. Fear gripped his previously warm heart for a slip second: “Y/N!” Said woman stood in front of him like a deer in headlights. He only ever used her name when she did something terrible, it sounded awful, foreign to her. Dabi grabbed her face: “Don’t ever do that again!” Tears pricked her eyes once again, she only wanted to take care of him, she acted without thinking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, she whimpered. “You are never allowed to leave my arms without my permission do you understand!” She nodded rapidly, but the fingers digging into her cheeks only thingend. “Yes, love. I promise”, she answered in a small voice. Dabi released her face, pulling the woman into his chest. “It’s not just you now, you have to remember that” “Yes”, she whispered meekly, trying to blink away the tears. He sighed, as he let go of her: “Now go get your goddamn balm if it means so much to you” Dabi made his way over to sit on the bed, which was still messy from their previous activities, a fact his darling disliked. He couldn't fully stop the smirk on his lips as he saw the disapproving face towards it from her, but for once held his tongue. Y/N grabbed the small jar stored in one of the bedside tables moving between Dabis legs and started applying the balm all over his burned skin. It was an old ritual they both had, her previous nursing experience making her aware of how sensitive burn scars are. She had left their flat to get the special, and very expensive, balm from a pharmacy across town. He had been so ready to burn down everything when she reappeared in front of him with the biggest smile possible on her face proudly presenting the tub. It was the only time he hadn’t punished her for leaving even though he made it clear to never do so without his permission again. Y/N frowned at how little was left in the tub, they always needed a lot for him: “I have to get a new one tomorrow” “No”, he said maybe a bit too harshly. Her doe eyes stared at him, she had been granted the right to leave with his permission a long time again, she didn’t understand what changed: “Have I not been good?” Ice accumulated in her stomach again, Heart Beating rapidly. She only had ever tried her best, wanting to give back to him after all he had done for her, but she seemed to lose his good side to her more and more over the last few weeks. She had tried her hardest to please him, maybe he did finally lose interest in her now that she’s pregnant. Y/N had heard from some of her friends before that their husbands lost interest in them when they got pregnant. Was this happening to them too? Was what he’s been saying during love making only to please her, to fulfill her disgusting fetish? Obviously. He probably only stayed with her because he was such a good man and felt responsible for them. “Doll”, Dabis rough voice pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts, pulling her closer and pushing a strand of her out of her face. “It’s too dangerous for you to go out alone in your state, I couldn't bear the thought of either of you getting hurt when I'm not there to protect you. Remember when I installed all those alarms?” Y/N nodded, swallowing thickly. Dabi pulled her into a soft kiss, taking the jar from her: “I’ll get the balm tomorrow alright? No need to worry your pretty little head” She nodded and let him pull her down with him. Them curling around each other, his hand reaching for her stomach: “I would burn the whole world down before I let them take you from me”

[secrets-of-the-library]

This is the fan-created personal home of Arthur Kirkland I made, realistically, like anywhere between a year to two years ago. This is well before the Cottage pack that just recently came out (And I am upset because that could’ve added so much more but I can’t be bothered to alter it now after all this time). Remember: This is fan/headcanon created. I build for fun and am not a professional. I do not build with the intention of having it livable/non-clashing. If something clashes it will be up to you to fix it because I build for the pure aesthetic and not functionality. I own a lot of packs so if you don’t own all the ones used in this there might be issues. After the cut here I will provide a visual walk-through via screen captures. You’re more than welcome to download it and look at it for yourself. My username on Sims4 is Shinoshallbugyou.

First up, the outside overview. Keep in mind that Sims 4 limits the lot to a harsh degree. I actually really miss Sims 3 in how you could alter and change the environment otherwise I’d have Arthur’s home buried in a garden/trees. I have placed his home in the University area because it felt the best suited. There wasn’t any particular designs I was going for... I just kind of made it and went with it. His home, unlike Spain’s that I am working on, is much smaller in comparison. I particularly wanted to bury this home in foliage and green with ivy climbing up the wall and etc. Something to where you could have enchanted little areas to sit in, fairies, and etc. Something to where he can be more introverted and away from others.

3rd Floor- Attic/storage.

2nd Floor - Full bath, office, and his bedroom.

1st Floor - Entry room, 1/2 Bathroom, Living room, dining room, kitchen. Outside there is a small backyard area as well as a greenhouse.

I specifically always want to try to do a ‘triangle’ entry or a sloped half triangle entry. It ALWAYS clashes and hates being put in there but the aesthetic of it appeals to me and I’m always trying things even if they’re difficult. I know some of these objects may seem more German than British but... I don’t care lmao. I don’t do this to do a 100% British Speedrun. Just fun.

The greenhouse in particular was something I wanted and is difficult to implement. Those are not full walls and as such do not drop down like normal walls for those of you who download this. Also, previously, I had custom content on the windows and doors of this greenhouse that were removed with several updates and I can’t be bothered to re-download it so I chose something from a pack. That would do. I love the idea of a greenhouse and wanted to try it and I particularly liked making this house in specific ‘cramped’.

I really liked adding this ‘side door’ that goes into the living room with its little step-up.

I really tried, to the edge of it, building the lush garden and foliage covers.

A small, quiet area for tea and fairies. There are lots of gnomes and stuff hidden throughout this house! Just a fun little surprise. My fiancee tried to play this build of mine and since I have seasons fall is triggered but it just adds to the look, in my opinion.

The backdoor into the kitchen with another cute step-down.

My hands were killing me by the end after adding all this foliage but it’s worth it. We also joked in a larp once that when America visited he accidentally broke a gnome and hid it in the bushes. Arthur immediately noticed that Reginald was missing. Where did Reginald go? Reginald???

The front entry room or, I suppose, a ‘mud’ room. I never do these and I really liked it.

A lot of Arthur’s house will be cluttered and lived-in. I love those looks. Also, my apologies in advance, I didn’t realize there would be an outline where my mouse was hovering. I’m a builder, not a photographer.

I wanted a nook of a kitchen. The walls aren’t even that high but the Sims 4 is great about making things ridiculously tall. I think I joked about putting a step-stool in there for him lmao. The door leads down below into a 1/2 bathroom. I also in particular liked that oven because it was a ‘London’ oven.

Greys and browns were something I thought that Arthur would like. More Earthy tones. I wanted a ‘round table’ for obvious purposes. I had a custom content here too and had to improvise when they removed it. I like to think that Arthur also collects those cute dishes that some people do.

The living room as well as stairs going up. I wanted it old-fashioned a bit with an old record player and the TV isn’t the main focus but is there because he has reluctantly upgraded over the years. And while you can’t see it... I miss in Sims 2&3 I believe it was that they would put on ‘chimneys’ for the fireplaces. I love how realistic that is rather than it just... Being in the wall???? So I make 1x2 spaces behind the fireplaces by default now that they’re missing from the game. I miss those. The clipping from the half triangle roof is here along with foliage. Usually my brain just blocks out that stuff or I try to hide it. In this case... I blocked it out and ignored it.

Going upstairs, peering down into the living room.

I really, REALLY wanted this weird bay-window with a ledge here. A lot of stuff I want is a pain to do but I always want to. I temporarily removed a clipping roof object here (It is the ‘rounded roof’ here). I enjoy how it looks outside but not inside. For the pictures sake, I removed it. The window doesn’t allow it to disappear and for some reason it clips into the bathroom as well even though that makes no sense. Roofing is one of the hardest aspects in this game.

The full bathroom first. The top view gives the most details as to how it looks. Since it isn’t big I have to remove the walls to see further into it.

Arthur’s personal office. I wanted to involve a bit more of the spiritual or supernatural things he’s into since I wasn’t interested in making a basement for this project.

Arthur’s bedroom. I really enjoyed this one because of the quilted bed and things like that. I added the rocking chair and knitting sidekick there as an afterthought while looking at this room since, at the time, the knitting pack hadn’t come out when I made this. I thought the contrasting red and green would actually look good and not just Christmas-y. He has his own little walk-on balcony.

Here is the half triangle structure I was talking about as well as the circular roof down below. Roofing is incredibly difficult and I’m OCD and want it to look a particular way. I about had a fit on Spain’s home recently in regards to roofing.

The 3rd floor... The attic that has been transformed into a storage area. I actually really enjoy making storage areas in particular that help reveal some aspects about these characters I create for. In England’s case I like to imagine that America used to live up in here with him and he’s converted it from Alfred’s bedroom into storage. The babyshoes are supposed to be Alfred’s that he still keeps around. Just little bits and pieces over the years that he’s tossed in here and yet it’s still not really that chaotic... All things considered.

Anyways... That’s it! I hope you all like it! I’ve been working on Spain’s and, unlike England, I like to picture him having a HUGE home. Because of how big it is... It has taken much longer. I have the majority of it done though and am mostly left with his 2nd floor and outside foliage to complete before it’s done! I’ll probably upload the ship and island I’ve made for them on the next post.

[timextoxhajima]

Love Me A Little Less Location Fixtures

I know nobody asked but I always liked to explore my settings and how they reflect my characters so here’s a break down of location fixtures aka where the characters of LMLL reside

HERA’S MANOR

Architecture/Interior Design: 

Inspired by European Mansions

Features: Double stairs in the entrance hall that leads up into 2 separate hallways that house multiple bedrooms

Dining hall that leads out into the living hall and the entrance hall

Living hall leads down to backyard with 2 separate flights of stairs

Statues of HERA and ARTEMIS and framed acrylic portraits

Color palettes and materials:

Marble

Agar Wood

Cream white

Rose Gold

Bronze 

Gold

White

A/N: Hera’s Manor was modelled after the Carrington Manor from the soap opera Dynasty and I wanted the house to look grander than needed, but also to have hints of coziness and things that Jang Won held important to herself like the statues. Her office is the only room in the house where it’s alot darker and browner which also the only room of the property that her mother had no involvement in planning. The property of Hera’s Manor (in my head) has existed for many, many years which hints to the fact that the Kim and Yoo families are descendants of those way before their time. Agar wood is also the second most expensive wood in the world.

THE LEE HOUSE

Architecture/Interior Design:

Inspired by modern luxury designs

More on the minimalistic side

Single stairs leading from the entrance hallway 

Balcony on the first floor and multiple bedrooms on the second

Color palettes and Materials:

Orange hues

Blacks

Bronzes

White

Velvet

Ceramics

A/N: The Lee House is a lot more minimalistic and toned down compared to Hera’s Manor. It’s definitely a lot more modern as well. Can I just say that this room looks like something Juyeon would actually live in pls

THE ARTEMIS APARTMENT

Architecture/Interior Design:

Pool extends from outside (unsheltered) to semi-indoors (sheltered)

Only 1 master bedroom, 1 Office and 1 Guest Bedroom 

Kitchen rarely used

Color palettes and Materials:

White

Blues

Marble

Cream

Glass (tinted)

Leather

Agar wood

A/N: This is probably my favourite location fixture and it’s not even featured in the fic as often as Hera’s Manor sksksk like... Younghoon has taste LMAOOOO

KIM RESIDENCES

Architecture/Interior Design:

Modelled after French Country Style Mansions

Simple and cozy

3 bedrooms and 1 guestroom 

Balcony on the other side of the living hall (in picture)

Color palettes:

Faded reds

Greens

Orange and yellow hues

Cream 

Mahogany Woods

A/N: Kim Residences is probably the most toned down property in this list since the family is known to be three-generations young (of a member of The Board) and I wanted the whole vibe of the property to be more comfortable aka where Juyeon would probably run to LMAOOOO

[charincharge]

Cruel Summer, Part 18

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AN: This chapter is almost 4k words... whereas most of them have been just over 2k, so -- we had a lot of things going on. And some hopefully insightful revelations. Anyway, thank you all for your patience while I struggled with this one. I hope you enjoy learning a litttle bit more about Aelin. Okay, ONWARDS!

Aelin glances at her buzzing phone and silences it. It rings with another phone call from her dad that she sends straight to voicemail. It’s been almost three weeks since her blowout fight with her mom, and her dad has tried in vain to get them to reconcile – she’s just not ready yet.

“Your dad again?” Rowan asks, coming to sit on the couch with her. Rowan has been an undeniable pillar of strength through it all. He hasn’t pushed her to talk about the fight – he’s simply let her exist in his space, giving her a wide berth to process everything. Which is ironic, because Aelin has refused to process a single thing. She’s pushed all her discontent to the back of her brain, easily compartmentalized and boxed away to be dealt with at a later date. It’s Aelin’s most impressive ability. But, regardless of “not dealing,” she knows that without Rowan’s silent support she would have fallen apart already. She can’t even begin to express her gratefulness to him. Though, she’s tried. With her mouth. And other parts of her body.

Rowan’s fingers gently dance against the bare skin of her shoulder, and she leans into him and nods. He pulls her tighter into his side and kisses her forehead, and Aelin melts into him further.

Their moment is interrupted by Manon entering the small apartment. She takes a look at the couple on the couch and attempts to reign in her scowl, but Aelin spots it anyway. She’s come to realize that Manon might not be her biggest fan.

“Oh, you’re here…” Manon says, tossing her bag onto the kitchen counter.

“Not for long,” Rowan replies, and Aelin perks up, curious. She’d assumed they were just going to hang out in his room, like usual. Rowan looks back down at Aelin. “I was thinking we could go take some photos on the beach before the sun completely sets.”

Rowan’s favorite activity makes Aelin smile. He received a brand new Nikon and zoom lens from his mother in the mail, and she’s never seen Rowan so outwardly blown away as when he pulled it from the box. He’s snapped more pictures than she can count over the last few weeks, most of them of Aelin, which she pretends to be annoyed by but secretly loves.

Aelin glances down at her outfit – comfy leggings and one of Rowan’s old college t-shirts. “I’ll go get changed.”

He squeezes her hand as she gets up from the couch, and she makes her way into Rowan’s room to sort through the pile of clothes Dorian pinched from her room at home. She throws on a dark blue maxi dress and pulls her hair from its top knot. She fluffs her hair in the mirror, feeling more camera ready.

Rowan smiles when he sees Aelin emerge from his room, and her stomach flutters at the sight of his contented face.

They wave goodbye to Manon, who replaces them on the couch with her dinner, looking relieved to have the place to herself.

“Where to?” Aelin asks as Rowan ushers her down to his truck.

“Know any good private beaches?” he asks, and she frowns. She does. It just happens to be a very short walk away from her backyard. Rowan sees her face and squeezes her hand over the center console. “We don’t have to see your family. But. I thought maybe you’d want to.”

Aelin scrolls through the many texts from her father, which she’s left unanswered.

Fireheart, we understand you need time to cool down, but please call us when you’re ready.

Please, Aelin. Talk to us.

Your mother is sorry. She didn’t mean what she said. She was just emotional. She loves you so much. It’s upsetting her every day to know that she hurt you so badly.

Do you plan to stay with Elide indefinitely?

Are you really going to miss out on our family park day?

Gavin and Evie asked where you were today.

Dorian stopped to get your clothes. He says you’re doing well, but I’d really like to see for myself.

Fireheart, I understand that you’re hurt, but cutting us out isn’t going to make this better.  

We return to Adarlan in less than a month. Let’s not have this argument ruin the rest of the summer.

The texts feel endless. And Aelin does miss her dad. She just can’t believe her mom hasn’t tried to reach out and apologize to her. After everything she said… Aelin shakes it off, not willing to think about those hateful words and shrugs at Rowan.

“Sure.”

“Really?” he asks cautiously. Aelin nods. He’s right. Their private beach is the perfect place for a sunset photoshoot.

They park at the Playland, which is still bustling with activity, and walk down the beach until they get to the pale sand behind the Ashryver’s estate. Aelin glances up at her room balcony in the distance, half covered in twining roses, and her chest clenches uncomfortably.

Rowan surprises Aelin by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, and she relaxes into him. He leans down and sticks his nose against her neck, and Aelin releases a shaky breath. As his chin finds a place to rest on her shoulder, Aelin’s eyes slide toward him, taking in the periphery of his tanned face and messy hair. She can’t help but smile.

Click.

The shutter of the camera whirs as Rowan takes a picture of them.

“Test shot,” he says, straightening up and looking at the display. Aelin peers over his arm to look, too, and she gasps at the casually beautiful photo.

It’s a closeup of their faces – with a soft pastel sunset out of focus behind them. But the thing that really shocks is the way she looks at Rowan. And the way he smiles back at her. She looks so happy with him. Aelin is so happy with him. She wants to print that photo out and keep it forever so she can remember this feeling long after this summer ends. Her stomach rumbles with something akin to sadness, but she pushes it far, far down. She knows her feelings about her mother aren’t the only thing she’s decided to compartmentalize – but she’s not going to unpack those either.

“I think that’s the first picture you’ve taken of us together,” she comments coolly, and Rowan lifts an eyebrow.

“I guess it is.” He looks down at the display screen again, then back at her with a confident smile. “We look pretty good together.”

“You’ll send that one to me, right?” she asks, and Rowan’s green eyes glow brightly as he assures her he will.

He leans down and kisses her forehead – his new favorite place to kiss, and a blanket of warmth and joy caresses Aelin’s face. Rowan directs her down to the water, where the small waves crash against the sand, and Aelin pulls up the long skirt of her dress, so as not to get wet. As she skips through the waves, her feet dancing in circles across the darkened sand, Rowan snaps pictures.

Aelin lets her heavy worries about her mother and their fight and the impending end of summer float away as she enjoys living in this moment. The setting sun casts shadows of deep magenta and purple and orange across the water, shimmering across the small ripples in the water. Feeling the cool sand beneath her toes, Aelin tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and grins.

She breathes in the salty sea air, especially pungent with the evening tide, but her moment of calm is disrupted by a large wave, which knocks against the back of her thighs, breaking all over her skirt, drenching her up to her waist.

Her eyes shoot open as she squeals loudly, and her peals of laughter float across the beach as Rowan continues taking pictures from the dry safety behind his camera.

Aelin runs out of the water and drops her dress skirt to the ground. It’s completely soaked.

Rowan finally lowers his camera, and she can see him biting his lip in an attempt to hold back his laughter.

“Shut up.” Aelin pouts as a cool breeze whips through the air, whirling around her and making her skin prickle with goosebumps.

“Come here,” he says with a soft smirk, and she happily obeys.

Rowan rubs his hands up and down her bare shoulders, trying fruitlessly to warm her as the sun completely descends behind the horizon. As she tries to wring the water out of her dress, Aelin shivers. Searching for more heat, she tries to pull herself closer to Rowan, but he takes a large step back.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he laughs, and Aelin winks.

“You didn’t seem to mind that last night.”

Rowan’s cheeks redden, and Aelin cackles, loving how easily she can fluster him, just with the mention of sex.

He stares at her, and she watches as his bright eyes darken as she takes a large step toward him. He steps back again.

“Aelin, no…” he warns.

“Aelin, yes,” she decrees as she leaps into his arms, pressing her wet body against his as she attacks his face with kisses. He laughs against her lips, and she tightens her grip around his neck, pulling him as close as he can get to her.

“You’re evil,” he mumbles between kisses, and Aelin thinks he’s far too coherent if he’s able to reply so easily.

She squeezes her legs around his waist and drags her mouth to his ear. She scrapes her teeth down his strong jaw and lets her tongue snake out and taste his skin. Aelin’s efforts are rewarded with a pained groan and the feeling of Rowan’s fingers sliding through her hair and caressing the nape of her neck.

She reaches back for his lips and she hums happily as he lets her deepen their kiss. After she’s sated, she slows and pulls her face back to catch her breath. She smiles and kisses his lips softly.

Rowan smiles back, and as she looks into his eyes, she sees the depths of emotion that truly terrify her. Her box of emotions threatens to open and spill everywhere, and she can’t have that. She closes her eyes and kisses him one last time before sliding down onto the cold sand, awash in guilt. And not just for dampening his clothes with ocean water.

“Should I sneak into your room and grab you something dry to wear?” he asks, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re freezing.”

Aelin lifts her nose as the faint traces of cigar smoke waft through the air. She would know that smell anywhere. It smells like summer nights on her back patio with her dad. Her stomach clenches.

“No,” she whispers. “Let’s just go.” She bolsters herself by plastering a cocky smile across her face and squeezing Rowan’s hand. “You can warm me up when we get home.”

“But that means you’ll be getting wet all over again,” Rowan deadpans, and Aelin’s feet stop moving in shock.

“Rowan Whitethorn,” she says, eyes wide. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”

His cheeks flame with a dark blush, and she drags him back to his truck quickly, so he can follow through on his promise.  

He does, and then some, and Aelin wakes up the next morning sore and satisfied.

She stretches out and frowns at the cold spot next to her where Rowan should be. He’s up early today. She hears voices murmuring outside in the living room and decides to get dressed and join them. She’s stepping into her shorts when she hears Manon’s sharp voice ask, “And what about our no live-in girlfriend rule?”

Aelin moves closer to the closed door and listens as shame rises within her. She knew she’d overstayed her welcome.

“It doesn’t count if she’s not my girlfriend,” Rowan quips back, and Aelin bites her lip, worrying the skin there. She can hear the anger in his biting tone, and it unnerves her.

“Oh please, you gave her apartment keys, Rowan.” Manon says with an undignified snort.

“So she doesn’t feel like a prisoner, trapped with nowhere to go!”

“Come on, dude,” Manon drawls. “If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck…”

“We’re not ducks,” Rowan insists, and Aelin almost laughs with Manon at his reply.

“You are ducks, and also liars,” Manon insists. “Quack, quack, bitch.” A long beat of silence.

“I’ll talk to her,” Rowan says, his former anger turning into resignation. Aelin knows this means she needs to start thinking about where she’s going to go next. She knows Aedion and Lysandra would let her crash, but she’s not sure she’s forgiven Aedion for everything he said about Rowan, either. She definitely can’t stay at Dorian’s; his father gives her the creeps. And with Elide and Lorcan just getting together, she has no intention of being a cockblock to one of her best friends. Maybe it’s finally time to go home.

She remembers the faint smell of cigar and sighs. As if on cue, her phone buzzes with another text from her dad.

Can I take you out to lunch? Anywhere you want. You won’t have to see your mom.

Aelin finally responds.

Okay.

Her dad is ecstatic, and replies back quickly, arranging details to meet at Aelin’s favorite sandwich shop in town. A small little hole in the wall Italian deli called Rinaldi’s.

When Rowan enters his bedroom, he clutches at his hair nervously, and Aelin decides to put him out of his misery quickly. She doesn’t need him to explain why she needs to leave.

“So, I finally texted my dad back,” she says, and Rowan’s eyes widen in surprise. That is not the conversation he was expecting to have.

“Wow. Uh… what prompted that?” he asks, looking at her seriously.

She shrugs. “Maybe being at the house last night. Maybe it’s just time to get over it.” She looks around the room. “I know I’ve been here way too long.”

Rowan looks alarmed. “No, no. I told you you could stay as long as you want, and I meant it.” He pauses and swallows nervously. “I’ve really enjoyed having you here.”

“I’ve enjoyed being here,” she admits, and her heart beats faster at the blinding grin that takes over Rowan’s face. “But, we’ll see how convincing my dad is.”

“Okay,” he says nervously. She kisses him softly and smiles.

“Now go, before you’re late to work.” She grabs him by the collar of his polo and kisses him again, and she loves the way the tips of his ears turn pink – the first tell tale signs of his arousal. She likes leaving him flustered and wanting more. Plus, it’s nearly impossible for her to keep her hands to herself, so it works out nicely.

Aelin lazes around Rowan’s room for the rest of the morning, too scared to run into Manon, who works from home. She finally sneaks out and makes her way to the restaurant. She hopes to get there with time to spare, but when she arrives, Rhoe is already waiting outside, arms crossed nervously.

Aelin resists the urge to hug him, nodding tightly instead. She leads him in and orders her favorite sandwich – prosciutto and provolone with hot peppers and vinegar on a roll. And her dad’s – hot pastrami with swiss and mustard on rye – and then finds a small table near the window.

Rhoe looks tired. If the bags under his eyes are any indication, he hasn’t been sleeping much.

“You look good.” He reaches out a hand across the table and then retracts it, nervously, unsure of what to do.

“You look terrible,” Aelin replies. Her filter must be broken this morning. Rhoe laughs, despite her comment.

“The two loves of my life are fighting,” he says quietly, and Aelin is torn between wanting to scream at him or cry. Either way, she’s about to unleash three weeks worth of feelings she’s been ignoring.

Crying wins out. Moisture stings the corners of her eyes as her eyes fill with tears. She blinks rapidly, trying to keep them in, but a rogue tear drips down her cheek. She swipes at it hastily and breathes deeply, trying to get her emotions back under control. But she can’t. And she suddenly feels very, very small.

“Is that really what mom thinks of me?” Aelin asks, her voice barely a whisper through the thick frog in her throat. “That I’ve been a waste of her time and money?”

“No, Fireheart,” he assures her, finally reaching for her hand across the table. Aelin lets him.

“I’m sorry I don’t like Sam, but he’s not nice, Daddy.” Another tear falls from her eye. And another. Aelin can’t swipe at them fast enough. “He’s so spoiled. And entitled. And…” Her voice breaks. “And I don’t want to be anything like him. But… she likes him, and she hates me.”

“Oh, baby, she doesn’t hate you,” Rhoe insists. “She loves you. So, so much.” He pauses. “She just doesn’t understand why you don’t want the same life she has.” Rhoe sighs. “Believe it or not, this is a fight I’ve had with her many times before. Every time she enrolled you in etiquette classes or ballroom dance lessons or cotillion…” He sighs.

“Aedion was just so eager to fit in,” he continues. “He wanted to follow in the Ashryver footsteps. To join the business. But you have never wanted that.” Rhoe laughs, recalling a memory. “I remember the first time you came home from your etiquette classes. You pulled those little white gloves off your hand and said ‘YUCK’ so loud. You were disgusted by the fact that you had to touch some little boy’s hand.”

Aelin remembers those lessons. The girls stood in a circle on the inside, while the boys stood in a circle on the outside, facing them. They’d learned how to give a proper handshake, and curtsey and bow. She was only nine. She had hated every second of it. The dance lessons were even worse.

“They were sweaty,” Aelin chokes out, and her dad smiles sadly.

“When you started dating Chaol,” he begins again, and Aelin tenses up. She’s not sure she’s ready for the commentary on her five year long failed relationship. “Mom was so excited. Long time friends with the Havillards. In your college class. Destined for business, just like his father. But, you never quite fit with him. And I watched you try and change yourself, contort yourself to be the partner Chaol wanted. And we all saw your light dim.”

Aelin doesn’t bother swiping her tears as her father talks. They run in steady streams down her cheeks and down her chin, dripping onto the table.

“But since you’ve been free of him, you have bloomed again. You have been glowing this entire summer, and I’m sorry your mother hasn’t seen it.” He looks her straight in the eye. “But I do.”

Aelin sniffles loudly. The waiter places their sandwiches in front of them, looking terrified at the scene in front of him, so Aelin waves him off, assuring him she’s fine.

“So, you’re not going to sell me off to the highest bidder just because I don’t know what I want to do with my life yet?” she asks.

“All we want you to do with your life is be happy,” Rhoe says and takes a large bite of his sandwich. “Whatever that means to you.”

“What if what makes me happy doesn’t live up to her expectations?” Aelin fiddles with her napkin.

“We’ll deal with that when we get to that,” Rhoe says, patting Aelin’s hand comfortingly. “So, will you please come back home?” he asks, and Aelin nods.

“On one condition,” she says, and Rhoe clasps his hands, waiting patiently for her to continue. “I want to go on the staff overnight next weekend.” She clears her throat. “Elide has been talking about it for years. That it’s her favorite weekend of the summer, and I’m friends with all of them anyway, and I want to go.”

Rhoe chuckles. “That’s the condition? Not… an apology from your mother?”

Aelin shrugs. “I only want her apology if she means it.”

“Fine,” Rhoe replies. “I’ll have your mom talk to Lorcan about adding you to the list of attendees.” He pauses. “You know there’s a ropes course, right? And hiking?” Aelin nods. “It’s just… you’re not much of an outdoor girl, honey.”

Aelin frowns. Her father’s right, she’s not much for hiking and trust activities, but she doesn’t want to lose a whole weekend with Rowan either. Not with so little of the summer left.

“I’m going.”

He holds up his hands in defeat. “Your condition is accepted.”

The pair finish their sandwiches in relative silence, which is good because Aelin can’t begin to process everything her dad just said to her. She feels somewhat reassured, but she can’t stop hearing her mother’s shrill voice repeating, “You have been a waste of my time and money!” over and over in her head. And she knows without a doubt if she really told her mom what was making her happy this summer, she’d be saying much, much worse.

Her dad is right – she has never wanted to be part of the family business, nor has she wanted to be married off and slip into high society life. And those are the only paths her mom views as viable.

Aelin can’t allow herself the privilege of thinking of other possible paths. Other paths with other people. She has no idea what that life might look like, but she knows it’s not allowed for her. If she even barely contemplates the possibility of that future, she knows she will be crushed when she can’t have it. Her chest tugs, wanting her to open that box, and see what that option holds for her, as dead ended as it might be. But she ignores it.

This is nothing more than a summer fling, she reminds herself. When she gets back to Adarlan, she’ll recalibrate and figure out what her life’s purpose is. But for the next few weeks, she’s sticking with what makes her happy. Here. In Terrasen.

She pulls out her phone and texts Rowan:

My dad was pretty convincing. I’m headed back home tonight.

I’ll leave the window unlocked for you ;)

“Everything alright?” Rhoe asks, wiping the crumbs from his mouth.

“Yup,” Aelin assures him, far too brightly. It is. At least, for now.

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Unedited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Thirty: The One With His View

Warnings: Weight loss

Word Count: 2376

    Bucky's POV

   Bucky sat in his bed with his arm laying detached beside him. His eyes stared down at the photo of Hunter and Lily on the beach, Joey there with them. His glassed over eyes focused on that bright beaming smile on the blonde's lips. One he hadn't seen in person for over a month now. One that he only saw in his dreams at night, or in the photos on his phone.

    Scattered around his apartment were printed photos of her that he had taken. The day after she broke up with him he had them printed out, just to have her in his hands once more. Her bright eyes crinkled at the sides as he took sneaky photos of her, ones he only showed her the night he took them, to avoid her from dodging him. She always hated having her photo taken, but he just couldn't help himself.

    She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

    He ran a shaky hand through his grown out hair, tugging gently on the roots, just as she always did. He ran those same hands down the front of his face, his overgrown facial hair scratching the callouses that he earned over the years. Glancing down at his phone, the brunette sighed. May 3rd. Her birthday was tomorrow. He could only take a guess how she was celebrating it.

     Her and Hunter probably sitting on the couch with Chinese, Gen and Rose occupying the other sofa as a cheesy rom-com played on the TV. When Hunter went to bed, she'd probably change it to a horror movie. He never understood how she enjoyed them so much. To Bucky, horror movies were something he could never get on board with, yet Lily adored them so much, he would sit there with her. He would typically end up curled into her side, wincing whenever there was a loud noise from the screen.

    But she'd never say anything about it. She'd just chuckle and call him a "big ol' baby", and kiss the top of his head before throwing more popcorn in her mouth.

     Her favourite was The Nun. Bucky despised it. Whether it be her desensitization to it, or her strange love for things that made her yelp in fear, she would watch it so often. Eventually, Bucky actually opened his eyes for some of the more scary parts. But he always ended up curled into her side once more, breathing in her scent to sooth him. She'd never watch ones that were more so thriller based, the psychological ones that messed with peoples heads and typically involved person to person violence though. He knew she watched them alone, but wouldn't with Bucky.

     Because he told her what they did to him mentally. So she didn't. Because his comfort was always her main priority, especially with his trauma.

     The alarm on his phone blared, sending a jerk through his body. Glancing down, Bucky groaned. He had therapy in half an hour, which meant he had to leave now. He'd managed to dodge the conversations about Lily with his therapist, but the Doctor knew that. Which meant, sooner or later, she would pry and get him to open up about his heartbreak.

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     "Lily was her name, right?" Dr. Raynor asked, tilting her head as she stared down the man across from her.

     "I'd prefer not to talk about it." Bucky stated simply, readjusting in his seat on the couch.

     "Mmm you said that a month ago. Then again three weeks ago. Then again two-"

     "I get it."

     Bucky knew that his luck would go against him. Of course Dr. Raynor would bring her up the day before her birthday. As her present sat heavy in his coat pocket. He'd carried it around with him for the past month, never letting it far from his sight. So much sat inside of the case, begging for her.

     "She has a son. I have that here in the notes. You loved him, and even saw him as your own," the Doctor began, crossing her legs, "did you imagine having a family with her yourself, James?"

     "We were a family already," he stated softly, voice cracking halfway through, "from the moment I first stayed at her house, we were a family."

     "Let me rephrase," Dr. Raynor continued, tilting her head, "did you imagine having a child of your own with her?"

     Yes. The answer was yes. He pictured it in his head whenever he saw her with Hunter, or pictures of her with Hunter when he was a baby. What Bucky would have given to be there for her then, to have been Hunter's father since birth. But he took what he could. Instead, he imagined her pregnant with his child. They'd talked about it briefly. Both agreeing they'd love to have a little girl, name her Stella, or Amelia, something classic. They even tossed Rebecca back and forth, for Bucky's sister. In the end they decided on Rose-Rebecca for a middle name instead. For a boy, they came up with Wyatt or Theo, with Steve as the middle name.

     They'd imagine their home. Somewhere in the countryside, a large backyard for Hunter and their other kid. A dog or two, maybe even a cat. Lily wasn't fussy on the idea of cats, not their biggest fans. But Bucky always wanted one.

     "You told me two months ago you planned on retiring," Dr. Raynor commented, pulling him out of his thoughts, "Was that to settle down with her? And start that family of your own?"

     "Yes." He stated, voice loose and breathy.

     "Did you end up following through with it?"

     "Yes."

     "How do you spend your days now?" she pushed, trying to get the truth out of him.

     "I volunteer at the old folks home near my apartment," he answered honestly, sighing as he spoke, "Tony offered me a job at the tower but I'm not sure I want to take it."

     "What was the job?"

     "Talking to retired veterans, young and old." He stated softly, fiddling with his gloves.

     "Does Lily know this?"

     He shook his head. He'd debated calling her over the last few weeks. Wondering if she'd even pick up. He drove past her street once, before doubting himself and refusing to ever step foot near there again. Too much pain followed when he realized he wouldn't have anywhere to go on that street. He wasn't allowed back at her place, not after she told him to get out, and said goodbye. With her back to him.

     "Have you had any contact with her son?"

     "No. No, I won't do that to him," Bucky whispered, voice failing him, "I couldn't. He deserves happiness, and peace. It's not for me to contact him."

     "And her sister, you said she was pregnant a while back," she continued, "what about her?" He shook his head again, prompting her to continue, "And...Gen. I think that was her name. Her best friend. Anything?"

     Another shake of his head.

     "Hand me your phone."

     Bucky sighed and tossed the device over, watching the Doctor swiftly catch it and turn it on. Her eyes softened when she saw his lockscreen. Bucky stared down at his lap, knowing what she saw. On his lockscreen, Lily stood on a balcony, a grey suit jacket on and a white lace dress. The sun shined bright on her face as she leaned her head back, blonde hair dancing in the wind. Her smile was slight, as she enjoyed the feeling of the sun. He took it when they were at his apartment in October, on a particularly warm day. She raided his closet and took the jacket.

     She still had it.

     "She's beautiful." Dr. Raynor stated, swiping up to unlock the phone. A tear fell down Bucky's cheek. His home screen was different, but still Lily.

     Lily and Hunter were asleep on the couch, Joey curled at the base of the couch. Bucky had come over for dinner to find them like that. So he draped a blanket over the two and got to work on the food in the kitchen. Not daring to disturb the two. He always loved seeing her asleep. The stress lines he adored along her forehead and cheeks disappeared, her face was calm and supple. Her lips slightly parted slightly and eye lashes laid against her slightly flushed cheeks.

     "Cute kid," Raynor commented, moving on to his messages, "You've ignored everyones texts James. Only Sam and Steve seem to be getting an answer from you. If you can even call it that."

     "They mostly come over unannounced to my apartment," Bucky said gravely, shifting once again, "typically to force me into this exact same conversation we're having."

     Tossing his phone back, the doctor sighed, "When did you realize you had fallen in love with her?"

      "I couldn't tell you, Doc," he sighed, running a hand through his hair, "there were so many times where I would just look at her and know. Know that she would have an unspoken power over me."

     "Tell me more about her."

     Bucky knew where to start. He began by talking about her appearance, all walls he had up disappearing after the doctor saw just how much he was still in love with her. He began with her hair. Describing it as something that he could play with for days on end. It was always soft and was bright and reminded him of the sun. Her eyes were a deep amber hazel with flecks of green in certain lights. Her skin was bright and boisterous, always seemingly full of life when he was around. Her nose was something that he could only describe as sculpted. A strong ridge with a dip near the top. Her lips were that of a love song. Soft and welcoming, seemingly molded to his own. A beautiful cupid's bow that had him longing to kiss her from the moment he saw her for the first time.

     Her body was something Bucky could barely voice. A simple figure, dips and curves. Gentle stretch marks along the thicker parts, her hips, her thighs. Her stomach and waist was his favourite thing next to her hands. Her stomach had small marks along the bottom where she grew to carry Hunter. He would typically wake her up on weekends by kissing those marks, reminding her of the beauty. Her hands were gentle and calloused from years of hard work. But always so gentle, skilled fingers that would trace simple patterns along his skin and run through his hair.

     He left out the explicits.

     Her personality though. Bucky didn't know where to start. He was rendered speechless when he got to it. But he started with the dirtier parts. The harsher parts of her that he didn't always enjoy, but loved more than anything else. She was snappy, and had an affliction with everything being perfect. She was controlling, and never let him lead her through different things. Sometimes she wouldn't listen, and focus on that dark voice that plagued her head instead of listening to him. But she was kind. Kinder to him than anyone. She would sit him down some nights and point out all that she loved about him. She was warmhearted, and never let herself see the bad in people. Her mind was something that fascinated him beyond words. She was a quick thinker, always ready with a comeback or some fact he probably didn't need, but loved to hear anyways.

     When he became coherent to his words again, he felt the warm tears flooding his cheeks rapidly. Something that only ever happened in the confines of his own apartment, away from everyone else. But this time, he spoke. Three simple words that shattered his heart.

     "She was mine."

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     Standing in his kitchen, Bucky used his flesh hand to mix the blueberries into the batter in the black mixing bowl on the counter. He wasn't sure what possessed him to make these today of all days, but he did.

     The lock on his door turning made the brunette sigh. Steve or Sam, or both even, were here. Which meant that he wouldn't be able to get the peace and quiet he wanted for the day. Ignoring the struggle, Bucky poured the batter into circles on the skillet, smiling at the sizzle they made. Something Lily said was what he wanted. He watched intently, waiting for the bubbles to begin popping. When the door swung open, he chuckled. They figured it out.

     "I told you to turn it that way first," Sam muttered to Steve as the two walked in, "but nooo Mr. America had to do it his way."

     "Former, Mr. America." Steve corrected, shutting the door.

     "And now Mr. Pain-in-my-ass." Bucky sighed, flipping the pancakes before turning to face the two men standing near his kitchen.

      "Hey Buck," Steve smiled softly, walking forward, "How're you feeling?"

      "Well it's 2 o'clock and cyborg is making pancakes. So either he's so old he's losing his mind, or he's not doing great." Sam grinned walking over to the counter and leaning on it.

      "I've had a long month." Bucky smiled tightly, flipping the pancakes onto a plate beside him.

      "You could call her." Steve offered, stealing a blueberry from a container.

      "She doesn't want to talk to me." Bucky muttered, covering his pancakes in butter and icing sugar. Just as she used to in the mornings for him.

     "You sure about that?" Sam whispered, eyes staring down Bucky.

     Bucky shook his head and grabbed his utensils and orange juice before walking past the two into the living room. He sat down, turning on the TV and trying his hardest to ignore the heavy stares of his best friends from the other end of the room. He knew they were here for a reason. It could be the fact it was her birthday and Bucky had plans to make it special for her a month ago. Or it could be to pester him. Or even if something happened they won't tell him. The last was his best guess.

     "I'm guessing by your annoying stares," Bucky sighed, turning his attention to the men, "You're not here for pancakes."

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Forbes chapter 1

This is a spin off of beautiful dirty rich another fic I have. I didn’t expect this first chapter to be so long but it is this is also an au. Tagging @misssophiachase, @caritobear, @crazychicke, @bearolle24, @infernal-panda, @walter-boswell428 , @karinanic, @austennerdita2533

Xxx

The forbes are the cousins of the Salvatore family one of the richest families in the world the mother’s side of the family. Where as they live in New York City the forbes reside in Bel Air California. They live in a beautiful fairy tale like gated estate with views of the Pacific Ocean and downtown Los Angeles.

Lexi Forbes wakes up in her big bedroom with white walls, a purple egg shaped chair in corner that has pillows on it, sun shining through her window above the window seat she has blankets and pillows on. After a shower in her en-suite bathroom she sits down at her vanity table and after she’s finished doing her hair which she has her long blonde hair wavy and flowing down her back and makeup which she keeps simple. She picks out a pair of teal skinny jeans a white tank top and a grey sweater with tan knee high stiletto boots and a white and tan purse. She has matched it with tan sunglasses and her rose gold diamond choker her mom gave her and a couple rings.

As she enters the breakfast room which is smaller then the dinning room. The breakfast room has double doors to go out to the front lawns. The quaint room is yellow, with flowers painted on the walls and fresh flowers in a vase on the table. Her mother designed their many homes.

She kisses her father on the cheek as she sits down next to him, Sabine a member of their staff at the mansion brings her a bowl of raspberries, strawberries and watermelon. “What are you doing today dad?”

Peter Hale Forbes has sharp cheek bones that would cut glass, his short but volumed brown hair is always styled. He always looks incredible and wears a lot of v necks. Today he has on a grey v neck and a pair of fitted jeans. Their wealth comes from his hotel’s but also the Forbes family comes from old money making 19 year old Lexi an heiress. “I’m going to check in on the hotels.”

As Lexi is bringing the last piece of fruit in the bowl a piece of watermelon to her mouth she asks, “Is your friend coming over today?”

Peter raises an eyebrow how does Lexi know about her he’s been so careful only bringing her around while Lexi was at school or out for a extended amount of time. He looks away from his breakfast of fruit; watermelon, blueberries, peaches and mango’s. “What friend are you referring too?”

Lexi pulls a orange cheetah print bra out of her purse. “The friend this belongs too, I know its not mine. The only other teenage girl here is Greta but since she’s in high school and works for us I doubt she’s helping her mom clean the mansion in cheetah print lingerie, nor any of the staff.”

Peter grabs the bra out of his daughters hand and puts it on the other side of him on the table. “Where did you find this?”

“Outside your suite couldn’t even wait till you got inside the first set of double doors. I didn’t find it Aiden did. He found it the day before we left for New York City and there was no time to bring it up then and when we got back they came with so now is the perfect time. That day I needed to finish packing and Aiden and Ethan came up with me, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye and it was that.”

Peter closes his eyes and puts his head in his hands. He knew he had to have this conversation with her eventually but he didn’t think it would be this soon. “I miss your mom everyday, But I have to learn to move on. I have been seeing a women named Alexis she beautiful, eclectic, fun I enjoy her. “

“Dad mom’s been dead for almost five years I miss her too I don’t think mom would be mad at you for moving on. I’m glad you have someone.”

As Lexi gets up Peter adds. “I forgot to mention Alexis is a escort, I don’t pay her for her time it’s not like that. There is actual feeling on both sides.”

Lexi closes her eyes and bites her lip. She knew there was a woman but she never thought there was actual feelings which she knows is wrong of her. She remembers when her grandmother Cece’s new boyfriend who is only 11 years older then her showed up a couple weeks ago and Cece introduced everyone to him that took awhile to get over, some of the grandchildren are still not over it. “I hope to meet her one day.” She leaves a kiss on her dads cheek. “I’m going to school see you later.”

Xxx

Before Lexi can leave she has to go get her two best friends identical twins Aiden and Ethan who live in their guest house but Lexi knows they like to take a morning swim.

So coming into the backyard from the kitchen she goes down the stairs off the Balcony. There is a little sitting area at the top of a slope which has long steps and water cascading in between the two staircases at the bottom of the slope there is a fountain surrounded by statues of the four seasons in their own alcove. To the right there is a bush/pathway to the pool which has a glass bottom. The 75 foot size pool is in the middle with potted trees on the sides. A table off to the side with an umbrella and chairs surrounding it, on the other side of the pool there are lounge chairs. Behind the pool is the pool house/dome.

The pool house/dome is practically another house, Its three floors. Before her mom died they would have pool parties all the time. The pool house lounge level always had drunk happy party people coming in and out of it, teen and adults alike.

The first floor is a living area is simple from the plain white and brown stripes of the wallpaper to the tan furniture. Her mom always said nobody will be looking at the walls when they enter this place. The white French style windows letting in the morning light over the navy blue curved couch underneath it with the red, white and blue striped pillows. The cushions of the couch have been washed so many times the blue has faded.

On the opposite side of the room is a fully stocked circular bar. In the middle of the room there is a tan matching table and chairs that seats eight people. Off to the side there is a door to a kitchen. Opposite the kitchen there is a doorway to a full changing room with lockers, and a floor to ceiling mirror.

When you walk into the living area the smell of popcorn and chlorine fill the air popcorn from the home theater with concession stand upstairs and chlorine from the indoor pool downstairs it never bothers anyone since they are so busy doing other stuff.

Her heels echo through the enclosed spiral staircase as she descends down to the lower level and opens the glass door to come into the indoor pool/jacuzzi room. All the rooms in the lower level have glass doors except for the sauna which has a wooden almost bamboo like door.

Aiden and Ethan are identical they are both lean and muscular and are of medium stature not only do they look alike but they have the same short reddish brown haircut which the sides of their hair are shaved shorter then the top of their hair but only by inches. Ethan is slightly taller then Aiden. They are currently in the indoor pool seeing who can do more laps. They are to occupied in competing with each other that they don’t notice Lexi. The main house and the dome are the only two homes on the estate that have spiral staircases.

Lexi, Aiden and Ethan have been best friends since they were two. Their moms were friends and Lexi’s mom had invited the twins mom over one day and she brought her two year old twins and the three have been inseparable ever since.

“Get out of the pool time for school.”

Both twins say at the same time. “Aww but mom.”

All three laugh. “You know how we all laughed when Aiden found that bra and joked my dad had a hooker.

They nod as Ethan is climb himself up out of the pool and Aiden is floating on his back to the side to get out. “Well turns out not a joke my dads been seeing a hooker named Alexis but not in a sexual payment way. There’s feelings involved. I just don’t know how to feel.”

“Aww honey we’re there for you whatever you need.”

“Yeah hon you can always stay with us in the guest house.”

Lexi smiles at them they can always make her feel better. “Thanks guys.”

Xxx

Beautiful red haired insanely smart and very social 19 year old Lydia Martin is awoken by her phone ringing. As she slides a hand out from underneath the covers and cracks an eye open to read the text from her best friend Allison Argent “Where are you? You didn’t come home last night.”

She notices the time out of the corner of her eye and her eyes widen and she quickly sits up waking the guy in bed next to her.

“Oh my god is that time I have to go.”

Lydia scrambles around his bedroom looking for her clothes from last night. As she is zipping up her ankle booties she leans back and kisses the guy in bed on the lips. “Last night was fun see you later.”

The twenty four year old brunette watches as Lydia hurries out of his apartment.

Xxx

“I had an idea.”

Lexi cuts Aiden off. “Aiden I love you I really do you and Ethan are the brothers I never had but because of your idea’s the police know where we live.”

“True but hear me out.”

Lexi pulls up to a stop sign and looks to Ethan who has the apprehension look on his face too. They both turn to look at Aiden in the backseat of the hot pink lamborghini convertible Lexi got for an eighteenth birthday present before she was driving a black Ferrari. Lexi has a couple different luxury cars and all of them are different colors. “Ok Aiden what is your idea?”

“We throw a party at the end of the year one last bash before summer.”

“Way to go Aiden you finally had a good idea.” Ethan leans back and hits his brother in the leg. Which earns him Aiden sticking his tongue out at his brother and Ethan laughing.

As the stop light turns green Lexi asks. “And where would we be having this party, I doubt there are many abandoned warehouses in Bel Air and our home yes it’s gorgeous but there are not many open area’s for people to party besides the pool.”

Aiden looks up into the rear view mirror and Lexi notices him. “I know what your thinking and I doubt people would drive a little over an hour to Montecito for a party. Even if our home there would be big enough.”

“Its a black light party and the night club would be perfect for it.”

As Lexi is pulling into a her spot behind the Kappa Kappa Gamma house on sorority row at UCLA she tells them. “I’ll ask my dad for the keys no promises he said he’s going to be out today so I might have to steal them. I love that home but it doesn’t get used often which is a shame its very beautiful.”

“All your family homes are beautiful.”

“Why are we at Kappa?”

It’s to early for anyone to be coming in and out of the house. Lexi mainly lives at the Forbes estate but some nights she spends at the sorority house. She loves being a kappa and with her friends but with the good comes the bad. “I left some lip liner here and I was looking for it this morning. See you later in psych.”

Xxx

The Kappa house is styled like an old Tuscany villa. As she is coming down the hallway from the kitchen to the stairs the front door opens and Lydia quietly comes in wearing the clothes she had on yesterday a red floral mock mini dress and black heels

Both girls hear voices calling them. One from the living room and one from the stairs.

Isaac Lahey who is tall with a lean and muscular build and dirty blonde hair that is slightly curly, and large deep set blue eyes. He is sitting in the living room in kappa waiting for his friend Erica Reyes to finish getting ready so they can go to class when Lexi walks past. Isaac has only been in America for six months and since Erica introduced him to Lexi Forbes he has thought she was so beautiful.

“Lexi hi.”

Lexi turns towards the living room and smiles at him, “Isaac are you waiting for Erica? I have to go upstairs anyway I’ll see what’s taking so long.”

Allison Argent and Malia Tate has come down the stairs and noticed Lydia just coming home. “Lydia spill, your still wearing the same clothes from last night.”

“Lydia Martin smartest women in the house is doing the walk of shame I’m so proud of you.”

Lexi puts arm around lydia’s shoulders as Lydia tells her friends. “It’s not a walk of shame and if you must know I maybe seeing someone. That is all the information I’m giving now I have to change I have class in fifteen minutes.”

Lexi opens her door to see her roommate Erica Reyes who is tall, lean and beautiful with light blonde hair and large brown eyes putting on her signature cheetah print pumps. “Isaac is downstairs, is it just me or did he get hotter?”

Erica flips her light blonde hair out from underneath her black leather jacket. ‘It’s just you, maybe you should ask him out?”

Lexi looks at her through the mirror as she puts on her pink lip liner. “Maybe I will.”

Xxx

Later that morning Lexi sits between Aiden and Ethan in psychology. “I’m going to go back to the estate for lunch and see if my dads there and get the keys to the Montecito home.”

Lydia walks past them to her seat with Allison and Malia next to her Aiden leans forward and calls out to them. “Hi Lydia.”

Lydia looks back at them and raises an eyebrow. “The answer is still no.”

Lexi and Ethan laugh. Ever since Aiden met Lydia he has asked her out multiple times and every time she has rejected him. “What is that now 112?”

“No I think it’s closer to 174. We should of kept a tally.”

Aiden glares back at his best friend and twin brother. Erica walks past them and Lexi leans over and whispers in Aiden’s ear. “Since Lydia is never going to say yes, she came into Kappa this morning doing a walk of shame. Rumor has it she is having a fling with one of the campus security guards Jordan Parrish. Maybe ask Erica out you know she’s been a little down since Stiles left for Quantico.”

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at Erica laugh at something Boyd said.

A couple minutes into class the professor has not shown up, “ If the professor doesn’t show up we’re leaving.”

Ethan leans over to his brother. “If he doesn’t show up want to go for coffee.”

Aiden nods and they both look at Lexi.“Someone rushed us out of the house this morning before we could grab anything for breakfast.”

“Not my fault you decided to go for competition rounds this morning instead of your usual fifty.”

As everyone is getting up to leave a handsome guy in tan pants, and a long white sleeve shirt comes in. “I’m your new professor, your last professor has had a mental breakdown so I will be taking over my name is Derek Hale.”

Allison leans over to Lydia. “He’s cute.”

Lydia shrugs her shoulders.

Ethan leans over to Lexi, “He is cute.”

“I think his mom is my business professor. Plus don’t you think your hands full with Jackson and Danny.”

He runs a finger down her nose. “Don’t be jealous.”

She scrunches up her face at him.

Jackson who is sitting next to Danny a couple rows in front of them looks behind him and spots Ethan they share a smile.

Xxx

Lexi pulls her car into the car gallery she notices all her father’s cars are here so he hasn’t left yet. Off of the car gallery is the temperature controlled wine room and an elevator. The elevator takes her up to the bedrooms level of the mansion which is the second floor. Her dad has the biggest bedroom on the floor. On a daily basis only two of the eleven bedrooms get used.

Peter Forbes’ bedroom has two sets of double doors, the first set opens up to a little hallway with a private elevator that almost never gets used, and extra shelving. The second set of doors opens up into the bedroom across from double doors are three sets of double doors to go out to a balcony. The amount of natural light coming into the room makes the black silk sheets shine. Across from the bed is a marble two sided fireplace and tv. On each side of the marble is a black bench.

As Lexi’s perfectly painted purple sparkly nails wrap around the first set of door knobs her phone rings with one hand she reaches in her back pocket and grabs her phone while turning the knob. It’s a text from Isaac. ‘My next class is not for another two hours I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch or coffee.’

‘I’m not on campus right now but will be back soon I’d love to do lunch or coffee. I’ll text you when I get back.’

She is focused on her phone when she opens the second set of doors and walks into her fathers room. “Hey dad. The keys to the-“ Lexi finishes her text and puts her phone back in her pocket. “Oh my god.”

The black silk sheets are all messed up because her father is on top of a brunette very pretty woman who she assumes is Alexis and thrusting into her.

Lexi looks up to the ceiling. “Put some clothes on. I have a simple question, I’ll just wait downstairs.” As she is walking backwards she announces. “Nice to meet you Alexis.”

“Door.” As Peter is rolling off her and pulling the sheet over both of them.

Lexi nods but to late she hits the side with her back. “I’m ok.”

Xxx

Peter scrambles out of his bed and grabs his jeans. He finds his daughter in her room throwing clothes in a bag. “What are doing?”

“I can’t sleep here tonight, I also can’t get the image of you thrusting into that woman out of my head.”

“Her name is Alexis, and when I told you about her this morning you didn’t seem to have any problems and you were nice just now to her.”

Lexi turns back to her father who never did grab a shirt so he’s in fitted blue jeans and nothing else. “I was faking it. I had other things on my mind when you told me. Thankfully my business class is in the morning because there is no way I would of focused on that test after this. I’m tempted to skip my afternoon class I’m so traumatized but I have a coffee date and I drove Ethan and Aiden so I can’t.”

Peter rubs his forehead this family can be so dramatic. The whole family the whole Forbes/Salvatore family is one big rich dramatic family. “This is not how I wanted this to go. Also where are you going to sleep?”

“I’ll sleep at the sorority house or the guest house. What do you mean you never wanted it to go this way. How did you want this to go?”

Peter is leaning against the wall just inside her bedroom with his arms crossed and his toned physic on display. “Eventually I wanted to invite her over and have you two meet. Did you only have morning classes?’

Lexi is still in her big walk in closet where her clothes are sorted into sections of party clothes, tops, pants/skirts/shorts, dresses, sweaters/jackets. The back wall is just one big shoe rack with heels, wedges, boots. All her jewelry is in the glass top island in the middle of the closet. Her belts are hung up on each side of the shoe wall.

“No my next class is not till 1:30 I need the keys to the Montecito home we were thinking of throwing a end of the year beginning of the summer party.”

“We meaning Aiden?”

Lexi nods, “We meaning Aiden had the idea but after telling us Ethan and I thought it was a good idea. A black light party in the night club would be perfect. Think about it live band on the polo field black light party in the nightclub. Plus the home does not get used enough to this party would really show the home some love.”

“I don’t like that this was Aiden’s idea, let’s hope this does not end with the Montecito police being called. The keys are in my office. What is it about Alexis you do not like.”

She turns back to her dad she can’t believe this question she barely knows the woman. “Other then the fact that I hardly know her and then see her getting rammed by my dad. She looks a couple years older then me and our names are similar.”

“She’s twenty six almost twenty seven I didn’t even realize the name thing.”

Lexi picks up her bag and as she is leaving she notes. “Why is this a theme in this family Cece cougar is with Chris who is thirty, you and Alexis who twenty six and a half, and Uncle Sawyer who has had sex with a hooker too.... Maybe the same one.”

Lexi gets halfway down the stairs when Peter calls after her. “We are not done with this get back here.”

The blonde turns around on the white with black and brown fabric spiral staircase. Her father is coming down to meet her. The light is shining on them through the three windows on the side of the stairs and there is a chandelier hanging from the cathedral high ceiling of the white marble grand foyer showering the grand foyer in natural light.

“I’m not a cougar like Cece, Alexis and I there is a relationship there. You know not to bring up Uncle Sawyer. Plus for us to have the same woman he would have to stay in the same place for more then a few days.”

“He’s been in Europe for a while, can you blame him for not wanting to come to America his money was withheld from him and he was in that plane crash. Are you forgetting Alexis is a hooker she sleeps with men for money and makes them feel good about themselves while she does. I do not want you to get hurt when you realize this.”

While the two forbes are on the stairs having this conversation their staff is busing around the estate some are cleaning, some are making food but nobody wants to go into the foyer.

Peter puts a hand on his daughters upper arm it’s just been the two of them for almost five years. No matter how old Lexi is she is always going to care and want to protect her dads feelings. His wife and her mom’s death hit them both hard.

“She’s an escort she is not just playing me. I know what I’m doing.”

Lexi nods. “Why couldn’t you decide to sleep with the sorority house mom Melissa or anyone else.”

Peter laughs “You know us forbes we don’t fall for the boy or girl next door.”

“True Aunt Liz is dating a drug kingpin.”

“That wedding when it happens will be interesting.”

XXX

Erica, Lydia, Allison and Malia are walking Greek row back to the house when they see campus patrol officer Jordan Parrish, young twenty four brunette Parrish. “Good after noon ladies. Miss Martin I found this on the ground and was wondering if it was yours?”

Parrish holds out a gold bracelet that Lydia was wearing last night as she takes it they share a smile. Alison Erica and Malia are watching this and once Parrish walks past them all three girls look at the red head. “Oh my god you and Jordan Parrish.”

“ Scandalous.”

“He’s hot.”

Lydia puts a finger up to her lips “Will you please keep it down.” They are passing Kappa Kappa Theta who tries to compete with Kappa Kappa Gamma. They do not need the president of Theta Hayden Romeo knowing this piece of gossip to use against Lydia and Gamma.

Once they get past Theta Lydia keeping her voice down tells her friends “Yes I’ve been seeing Jordan Parrish. “

All three girls get a text from their house mother Melissa McCall. “House meeting 3’o’clock.”

Kira is in Japanese history when her phone vibrates.

Xxx

Peter runs a hand through his hair before he returns to his bedroom expecting to find Alexis waiting for him in bed but the bed is empty, he glances in his big walk in closet his side is full of clothes his wife’s side is empty. A year after her death Lexi and him mustered up the courage to clean out her side of the closet they sold of the clothes but kept most of it and is now in storage.

He finds Alexis in his big en-suite bathroom she is in his bathtub which is full of bubbles. He bends down next to her. “I’m sorry about that earlier.”

She smiles at him and cups his chin with her hand which is dripping water on the floor. “Usually it’s the wife that walks in this is the first time a daughter has walked in on me.”

“How would you like to meet her?”

Her eyes widen and she drops all flirtation. “Excuse me she just walked in on us and you want the three of us to have a sit down dinner family style.”

Peter lets out a sigh and reaches out to push back a piece of her brunette hair behind her ear. “Of course not but maybe a actual meeting where nobody is caught having sex.”

Alexis puts her hand on her chin on the side of the porcelain tub. “She is not going to accept me. I doubt she will even take me serious I’m an escort who is dating her father.”

Xxx

While driving back to campus Lexi is tapping her finger against the stirring wheel, her phone rings but she’s busy driving so she doesn’t answer. When she gets back to Campus and meets Isaac at one of the coffee carts and after they get their coffee’s they both get French vanilla Frappuccino’s.

They sit down and while Isaac is talking about how he loves California he misses London Lexi is tapping her finger against the cup. “Are you ok?”

His voice pulls her out the trance she was in while he was talking she didn’t mean for it to happen. “Huh... oh yeah just a lot on my mind and Ethan and Aiden have a class I can’t tell them.”

Isaac feels bad for the sad blonde in front of him he likes her and he wishes she would confine in him. “Maybe I can help.”

She smiles at him it’s sweet he is offering to help her. “ Thanks maybe another time I will take a hug if your offering.”

They stand up and Isaac wraps his arms around her and she snuggles her head into his neck and he can feel her breath of relief during their hug.

Xxx

As Peter is walking her to the door something has been bugging him since Lexi mentioned he knows she brought it up tp hurt him but he has to know. “By any chance have you ever been with a tall, attractive I guess, super annoying, egocentric, has nicknames for everyone, blonde shaggy hair, wears leather jackets or button up shirts, probably conned you out of some money guy named Sawyer?”

Alexis stops at the front door and thinks about it everyone before Peter was a one and done. Peter is the first where they come back to each other and she enjoys him. “I don’t think so why do you know a Sawyer?”

Peter smirks as he open the door but she doesn’t see. “No.”

Xxx

House meeting always take place in the living room. There is a very open living layout of the house. There is a fireplace which is not used often since California and two couches with a table between them. There are a few chairs in the room too, two in front of the windows and one on the other side of the room in the corner. Above the fireplace there a photo of everyone in the house in front of the house.Lexi and Erica are always next to each other during house meetings and usually leaning against the pillars on each side of the entrance of the living room. Allison and Lydia are sitting in the chairs in front of the windows and the other girls are filling into the room. When everyone is there house mom Melissa McCall who is a mom to all the young ladies in the house but also a trained nurse and helps out in the hospital part of the school. Her long brown curly hair is dangling over her shoulders as she addresses all the ladies.

“Friday night is movie night and our annual sisters retreat is coming up where do you girls want to go.”

“Vegas.” Malia looks down at Lydia since Malia is sitting on the arm of her chair. “We all know she wants to go to Vegas to gamble.” Lydia nods.

“Mexico.”

Melissa looks over at the two girls sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, “Not twenty one and let’s keep it in America.”

“Aspen.”

“Who knows how to ski or snowboard.”

Half of the girls raise their hands including Lexi, Erica, Allison, Lydia and Malia and her roommate Kira.

Erica leans over to Lexi and whispers. “I remember the last time we went to aspen us, the twins and your parents for winter break. We had so much fun.”

Lexi smiles at the memory then gets sad because that was their last winter with her mom. “We did have a lot of fun. My dad is thinking of selling the place since we haven’t been there in a while.”

“Aspen it is, Now does anyone have any homes in Aspen or are we staying in a hotel?”

Most of the girls look up at Lexi. Some of the girls are jealous that Lexi has so much money and can have anything she wants on the outside looking in her life looks perfect little do they know her life is more dramatic then perfect. Her life may not be as dramatic as her cousins in New York City but she still deals with dramatic moments.

Melissa notices the young ladies look at Lexi. She’s heard their snide comments about Lexi, Melissa is privy to all the gossip in the house. As house mother Melissa is to care for these ladies and she treats them like her children. She also has a son who goes to UCLA Scott when he drops by the house sometimes the younger ladies of the house go crazy and surround him.

“Meeting dismissed. Lexi can I speak with you for a moment.”

Erica and Lexi share a look they both know what Melissa wants to ask her.

Xxx

Peter’s black Shelby 1000 Cobra pulls up outside his hotel and the valet take the keys and park it while he goes in and and makes sure everything is still running smoothly.

Xxx

Aiden and Ethan have been waiting behind Kappa for Lexi for almost fifteen minutes when she comes out. “What was going on in there and why do you have a duffel bag in the backseat?”

“House meeting were going to Aspen and guess where everyone is staying if you guessed our home you are correct.”

Ethan and Aiden share a look of worry as the doors unlock and they get in. Sure they could of got in before the doors were unlocked its a convertible and there is no hood but they are respectful of the Forbes family.

Lexi pulls up to a stoplight on sunset strip and her fingers are tapping on the steering wheel. The light turns green and she does not drive Aiden who is in the backseat looks behind them at a car and before the car can honk he waves his hand for the car to go around them. Ethan leans over and puts a hand on Lexi’s shoulder. “Are you ok hon.”

That touch of familiarity brings her out of her haze, “Huh oh right um.” She goes to put the car in park and Ethan puts a hand over hers. “I don’t know what’s wrong but before we get into an accident or someone flips us off I’m driving.”

Lexi does get to pull the car off to the side so they are not in the road. Ethan gets in the driver seat while Lexi is in the passengers seat and Aiden slides over so he’s behind the passengers seat then behind the driver seat.

Aiden slides his hands on each of the head rest and massages Lexi’s shoulders while she puts her head on the headrest and closes her eyes. Ethan takes a breath and looks in the mirror at his brother and they nod at each other. They live at the forbes estate and Lexi’s calls them the brothers she never had but they never drive the Forbes cars and this is a custom Lamborghini.

Once they are back on the road and headed to Montecito. Aiden asks “What happened to you this afternoon? You were fine when we left psychology.”

Lexi leans forward and runs a hand through her long blonde hair. “I met her when I went home to get the keys.”

“Met her as in....”

“Yes well met is not the right word saw her today.”

Ethan still keeping his eyes on the highway asks. “Saw her, saw her where?”

Lexi turns towards him and raises an eyebrow. Both twins at the same time go. “Ewww.”

“Yeah can’t get it out of my head. Forgot to mention I’m sleeping in the guest house tonight its still to fresh to step on the bedroom floor.”

“Totally get it.”

“So what is she like?”

Lexi looks back at Aiden in the rear view mirror. “Seriously.”

He shrugs and she sighs “Young she’s twenty six and a half brunette hair and has long dangling feather earrings and tattoos I couldn’t see what tattoos I was busy averting my eyes from the image of my dad thrusting into her.”

Xxx

Once they are through the gate and up the long driveway leading to the courtyard of the house. Since they are not going to be here long they just park outside the home not in the garage.

As they enter the octagon shaped grand foyer with natural lighting streaming in from a skylight, glass chandelier hanging down from the ceiling. A pink couch against the wall below a painting opposite the front doors are there are stairs going into the main house. “I love being in a sorority, but with the exception of Erica, Lydia Allison, Malia and Kira everyone thinks I’m made of money and I can just throw money at every situation. News flash people just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I have to spent it on you and stop expecting me too, plus stop expecting me to give up our homes as a place for you to use. Our home in Aspen we might be putting up for sale so we might not have it anymore but everyone just expects me to give up our home to host retreats. So they can brag we have a Forbes in our sorority. I just wished they wanted me as a person and not as Forbes.”

Both Ethan and Aiden put an arm around her shoulders. “We love you as you not because your a Forbes.”

They go through the mansion and where other homes have basements this home has a nightclub, wine tasting room, wellness center, sports bar and movie theater. The nightclub has a dj booth, six area’s for seating including white chairs, sofa and tables. On the far side there are doors to go out to the pool but with the black shades down it darkens the room to make it have more of the club vibe.

While Aiden is looking around the room planning the party in his head Ethan and Lexi flop onto one of the white fluffy love seats. Lexi has her head back and her eyes closed. “You need a massage after the afternoon you’ve had.”

“The masseuse is not here.”

Ethan smiles as he stands and grabs her hands to pull her up. “You go to the wellness center and I’ll call her or him then we’ll leave, it will give you time to get a massage, Aiden enough time to check this area out and I’ll be in the find something to do. Maybe catch a movie.”

“You love living vicariously through my heiress life.”

Ethan goes to open his mouth but Aiden who is at the clear dj booth which when on changes colors answers. “Yeah but don’t lie you love your heiress life.”

Lexi shrugs her shoulders “Your right I do its a hard life but someone has to live it.”

They laugh as Ethan slides his arm through Lexi’s linking their arms by the elbow. “Now my dear you are coming with me and Aiden is calling a masseuse.”

At the end of hallway there is three steps then a door and inside the door is the wellness center. A little waiting room with chairs, and a water jug and a little fridge with cucumbers and lemons to make cucumber and lemon water. There is a little changing room with robes, next to the massage room with two massage tables always ready.

As they are waiting for the masseuse Lexi and Ethan are just sitting on the table’s Lexi has a robe on ready to go when the masseuse gets here.

“By summer I’m going to choose between Jackson and Danny. I know I can not keep stringing them along.”

“I choose Jackson only because yes you and Danny are cute together he’s a hot guy from Nebraska he doesn’t understand the luxury of our lives, I think he’s only seen the guest house but was still surprised by it. Meanwhile Jackson is from Malibu he understands our lifestyles better. Plus while you and Danny are adorable you and Jackson are hot.”

The doorbell echo’s through the empty long halls of the mansion.Lexi slides off the table to get it but Ethan stops her “I’ll get it.”

Ethan opens the door to a cute tall man with light blonde hair, hazel eyes and stubble on his chin and mustache. “Cute you’ll do, let me show you to the massage room.”

When they enter Ethan hops back on the other table while Lexi is laying on her stomach and leans up to look at the masseur.”mmmh.”

While he is getting everything ready Ethan and Lexi are continuing their conversation like there was no interruptions. “So I can either be adorable or hot?”

“What is Aiden’s thought?”

”Jackson.”

The masseur slides his hands down Lexi’s bare back and up her shoulders. “Your shoulders have new stress.”

“Very new.”

“I’m going to text Melissa instead of going to Aspen in march why not come here for the retreat this home has everything.”

The masseur hands move from the knots in her shoulders to her lower back and Ethan agrees. “Good idea, since your selling the Aspen house that home could be gone by march.”

“Considering where it is and how much it is I doubt someone will snatch it up quickly plus its not even on market yet.”

Ethan stands up and bends down to be face to face with her “Have fun I’m going to the theater.”

“This is a beautiful home you have here Miss-“

Lexi even though her head is through the hole on the table she smiles all she can see is his black jeans and black shoes. “Forbes, Lexi Forbes you can just call me Lexi if you want.”

“Oliver.” He moves his hands from her back to her leg and runs them down her legs massaging the tissue.

Lexi loves to get a massage it’s more then just a spa day activity for her, it’s a relaxation thing where her life is so hectic people always around but when she gets a massage it’s just her and the masseur or masseuse.

“You really do have a beautiful home Lexi.”

“Thank you its one of my favorites.”

Oliver has made her flip and has gone back to the shoulders. “Was that your boyfriend that let me in.”

Lexi lets out a little laugh. “No that is one of my best friends his twin is around here somewhere.”

Xxx

After her massage she walks Oliver out, “Hope to see you again.” He nods as he leaves.

After Lexi changes back into a pair of teal skinny jeans a white tank top and a grey sweater with tan knee high stiletto boots and a white and tan purse. She has matched it with tan sunglasses and her rose gold diamond choker her mom gave her and a couple rings. She finds Ethan in the soundproof movie theater. “What movie is this?”

“Couldn’t decide didn’t want to get invested only to be interrupted.”

“Ready to go home?”

Ethan puts an arm around her shoulders as they leave. “I’m driving?”

Lexi smiles she might have just created a Lamborghini monster letting Ethan drive. “I feel great after the massage my mind is clear the shock is wearing off. Oliver really knows his stuff.”

“Ohhh Oliver.”

Lexi shoves him as they enter the night club and find Aiden on one of the couches. “Shut up. Ready to go hon?”

Aiden nods as he joins his twin and best friend. “Coming here really was what was needed today.”

Xxx

Lexi pulls her car into the gallery and they take a golf cart to the guest house. The estate is so big that there are several golf carts around the estate. If they don’t want to walk or are tired they can just get on a golf cart.

Xxx

Jordan Parrish is having trouble putting his key in his door while he has one hand holding Lydia up and she has her legs around his waist and peppering his neck with kisses. After a couple more tries he does get the door open.

Lydia’s lips go from peppering his neck to attacking his lips.

Xxx

Romania:

Six foot shaggy blonde haired Sawyer Forbes he has stubble on his chin and mustache. His innocent face and his smooth talking gets him in and out of so many problems he’s got himself into over the years. He walks into the bar and spots a familiar brunette at the bar and smirks. “We just keep running into each other freckles you going to tell me your name this time.”

The brunette turns around and smirks up at him. “Hello Sawyer your place or mine.”

He downs a shot and smiles down at her. “We went to mine in London so your place here.”

She downs her shot before picking up her coat “Your place last time my place this time if this happens a third where will we go that time?”

“Depends on where we are.”

She flips her hair out from underneath her coat and looks back at him. “It’s Kate.”

He smirks and puts an arm out “Lead the way freckles.”

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A Scathingly Brilliant Idea, Not So Much (Sam Drake x Reader)

I cannot believe I never published this one shot here! I put up the AO3 link but never the story itself, so, here you go guys!

Description:  You and your friend Jenn spend time scoping out your hot neighbor Sam Drake. What happens when you add 3 bottles of wine? This is just a piece of fluff that was rolling in the head that I had to get out. Not my best work but it was fun to think about.

Rated T for language

“Oh my god, you’ve got to see this!”

You went over to your friend Jenn's house to unwind and unload about your morning. You were expecting a couple of glasses of wine and maybe some bad TV. Now, she was dragging you through her house onto the balcony on the second floor.

“What?” You question her as you approach the balcony doors.

"I have a new hobby," She says with a rueful smile and opens the doors dramatically. Her balcony was a decent size, big enough for two solid Adirondack chairs and small table which, at the moment, held two glasses of ice and a pitcher of bright red sangria.

“Day drinking is not new, Jenn,” You tell her, still thankful there is booze to be found.

    “Sit down and look to your right,” She says, pouring large glasses from the pitcher for the both of you. Putting your purse down with a sigh, you plop down in the chair and take a look. Jenn’s balcony overlooks her neighbors' backyard. The house was a fixer-upper and had been on the market a while, but your friend had told you someone had moved in two weeks ago.

"Whoa," You utter, finally getting a good look at her new neighbor, who was outside mowing the lawn in his backyard. He was older than both of you, probably in his late 40s, maybe early 50's if you had to guess. His dark brown hair was receding, showing off a prominent forehead and nose. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and an open Hawaiian shirt over a white tank top and filled out everything just right.

    “Oh trust me,” Jenn says as she roots around behind her chair, “It just gets better,” Finally finding what she was looking for, she hands you a pair of binoculars.

"Are you serious?! He's gonna see us!" You protest, your face turning a little red, the thought of spying on a hot guy like a couple of teenagers.

"Trust me. He can't see us past the railing. Just look at him!" Jenn says, pointing towards him.

    Oh, what the hell. You hold the binoculars up and see exactly what she is making a big fuss about. He had to be almost six and a half feet of taught, lean muscle, pushing a lawn mower across the yard. His forearms were solid and muscular. His eyes were hidden behind aviator sunglasses, but you could make out a tattoo on his neck below a chiseled, beard stubbled jaw. As he stops suddenly, you tense up. Crap, he must have seen you. Instead, he takes off his Hawaiian shirt and throws it on the stoop of his back porch. Your jaw drops open. His arms are sculpted, the kind that comes from actual work instead of working out, and his shoulders are broad. You can see another tattoo on the curve of his left arm. His whole torso was covered in sweat, the back of his tank top damp on his lower back just above what could only be called a fantastic ass in a pair of jeans.

    “Oh my god,” You groan and slump back in your chair as Jenn grabs the binoculars eagerly out of your hands to get a glimpse for herself. You watch as he methodically walks the mower up and down the yard, his arms, his legs, the fluidity of his body and its movements.

    “Who is he?” You ask, taking a couple of gulps of your drink to cool you down.

    “Not a clue but lucky for us, he sure loves his yard work!” Jenn says giggling.

THREE WEEKS LATER

"I have a scathingly brilliant idea!" Jenn says to you, pouring the last of the bottle of wine into her glass as the two of you stand in the kitchen. It was the third bottle the two of you had polished off that night and both you had a good buzz going.

"What?" You ask cautiously. Jenn's ‘scathingly brilliant ideas' tended to always end up more on the severe end of the spectrum and less on the brilliant end.

    “C’mon! Let’s go spy on the hot neighbor!” She whispers loudly, chugs the rest of her wine and heads out of the kitchen cackling wildly. Knowing you’ll need it, you drain the rest of your glass quickly and go after Jenn.

    “Why aren’t we going upstairs?” You ask her as you follow her out the front door instead of up the stairs. In the dark, Jenn runs around the fence that separates her yard from the neighbors and into the bushes under the back windows. You duck into the shrubbery next to her, twigs and sticks poking you as you hide.

    “Are you out of your mind? You’re gonna get caught! We’re gonna get caught!” You say in a harsh whisper.

    “I wanna see him naked!” Jenn whispers, giggling, obviously more drunk than you are. She starts to stand up and grab the ledge of the windowsill.

    Pulling her down by the waist, you get her back into the shadow of the bushes. “No! Jenn! He’s gonna see you!”

    “I bet he’s huge,” She whispers emphatically before going for the window again to get a look inside. Suddenly, from inside the house, comes the bark of what can only be a large dog causing your eyes to go wide and Jenn to drop from the ledge and land noisily on her butt against the side of the house.

    “When did he get a dog?” You ask in a furious whisper over the barking. Jenn shrugs when you hear the sliding glass door at the back of the house open and footfalls into the backyard.

"Hello?" A husky, male voice says. You duck down with Jenn as quietly as possible and slap a hand over her mouth.

    “Quiet Buddy!” He calls back into the house causing the dog to go silent. You manage to keep a drunk you and your drunk friend motionless. A few seconds pass. Please, please, please go back in the house, you think. Just when you think are home free, Jenn wrenches your hand off of her mouth and lets out a muffled belch.

    “I know you’re there and I’m tellin’ you right now, I got a gun,” He says, a little bit of an accent in his voice. You think it might be New York. Maybe Boston.

You stare in horror at Jenn. She shakes her head in doubt, causing the bush to move just enough to swing a few leaves.

    “Come. Out. Now. Last warning,” He commandingly cautions loudly. You look at Jenn. You know the gig is up, and you need to stand, but your feet are frozen in place, your knees locked in fear. A loud bang echoes and you feel a sudden, hot pain in your upper arm. Jenn takes off like a shot out of the bushes, shrieking, running past her house and fleeing down the road in horror like a babysitter in a bad slasher movie. You stumble out of the shrubs, knees wobbling. In the moonlight, you see a large dark patch forming on your shirt, right on top of the throbbing spot on your arm. You touch the spot, feeling the warm blood. The pieces slowly fall into place in your boozy brain, and for the first time, you look up. You see your friend's neighbor standing twenty feet away, lit by the warm lights inside of his house. Though you can't make out the details of his face, you can see a hard expression change to surprise. He almost looks like he recognizes you.

    “You shot me you fucker!” You yell at him as the world begins to go hazy.

    “Oh shit,” You hear him say as you feel yourself falling back, the world going black as you faint, not even feeling yourself land.

    You open your eyes slowly and squint against the brightness of the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Your arm and your head are throbbing. With the sounds of bustling people and beeps and the smell of disinfectant and old people, it could only mean that you are in a hospital. Your eyes adjust as you find yourself in a curtained off little corner alcove of what you assume is the emergency room. Your friend is nowhere to be seen, but a tall, handsome man is leaning sideways against the wall, arms crossed in front of him.

Oh god, it’s the neighbor.

You look down sheepishly, thanking God that you aren't in a hospital gown. You still have on the green tank top that was under your sweater, which your pretty sure is now a bloody rag.

    “Hi there,” He says. Embarrassed, you raise your head to meet his eyes, vibrant hazel ones. You were right with the age range, the lines, and wrinkles on his face giving him a rugged, weathered look. The tattoo that you had spotted on his neck was barely visible over the edge of the collar of his shirt. With his arms crossed, the muscles in his biceps strained against the dark brown shirt on top of them. Lord, he's handsome, and I'm a fucking idiot, you think to yourself as you drop your gaze back down to the blanket across your lap.

    “Where’s Jenn?” You manage to mumble.

"Your partner in crime? She made it three blocks before I could catch her," He says, with a surprisingly complete lack of anger in his voice.

    “You shot me,” You say, looking at the bandage and sling around your arm, your friend completely forgotten.

    “I told you I was gonna shoot,” He admits, holding up his hands in defense.

    “Who shoots a gun in a suburb? That’s just wrong,” You grumble to yourself, trying to move your arm a bit.

"Stop that. You're gonna make it hurt more,"

    “Well, I’m sorry, I’ve never been shot before!”

He pulls a chair next to the upright head of your bed.

    “Ok, let’s start fresh. I’m Sam,” he says, offering his hand. You manage to introduce yourself and take his hand, giving it a quick shake. His hands are calloused and strong.

    “So why were you guys in my bushes?” He asks in an amused tone.

    “Um, Uh…well. Huh,” You stall, trying to think of some viable excuse, any viable excuse at this point.

    “View from the balcony wasn’t good enough anymore?” He offers with a cocky grin. Your mouth falls open in disbelief.

Oh no, he can't see us! You think in Jenn's voice. Yeah, uh huh, sure. Fuck you, Jenn.

    “You saw us?”

    “Yeah.”

    “The whole time?”

    “Yup.”

    “Even the binoculars?” You cringe as you wait for the answer.

    “Sure did. I really liked the time I was out choppin' wood, and you guys had your little scorecards with the numbers you were holdin’ up to each other. I thought that was funnier than hell,” Sam answers, causing you to wince in embarrassment.

The curtain opens, and the attending comes in and asks Sam to step out, giving you a once-over before handing you your discharge papers.

    “Um, are the cops going to come in or are they waiting for me outside?” You ask as you shove the papers in your back pocket. Hiding in a stranger's bushes and being shot just had to be something a person gets arrested for.

"Mr. Drake has agreed not to press charges for trespassing. Consider yourself lucky ma'am," The doctor says condescendingly before turning on his heel and stalking back to the ER.

    “Lucky? I’m the one who got shot!” You say to yourself. You hear a chuckle as Sam pulls the curtain aside.

    “You’re finding this pretty amusing,” You scowl at him.

    “I really am,” He says smiling. God, even his smile is handsome. Well, I’ve got no chance with him now. He thinks, no. He knows I’m a peeping Tom.

    “You’re not pressing charges?”

    “No. Well, on one condition.”

    “Community service? Manual labor?” You question and wait for your inevitable punishment.

    “Dinner.”

    Confused, you ask, “You want me to cook you dinner?”

"That'd be alright, but I was thinkin’ more along the lines of taking you out to dinner.”

"Excuse me?" You ask, wondering if you hit your head, and you were hearing things because this was sounding like a date to your screwy brain.

    “Honestly, I’d been meaning come over and introduce myself to you, but I kept missin' the opportunity," Sam admitted.

    “Oh,” Your brain trying to process this. “So, let me get this straight, you shot me, and you want me to go to dinner with you?”

    “Yeah, I do.”

    “You shot me.” You reiterate.

    “I can call the cops instead. Not sure what trespassing charges are these days, probably just some fines. Maybe a night in jail,” Sam says jokingly as he pretends to reach for his cellphone.

"7:30 tomorrow night work for you?" You say quickly. He gives you a chuckle and that sweet damn smile, and you know this is gonna be one hell of a story to tell someday.