#i'm like oh alright. pushes up sleeves. are you trying to do this to people i care about?

[crimeronan]

i should probably clarify for the sake of being sensitive re my tags on the vid i just reblogged: some people do in fact get sad enough to kill themselves when they get caught doing bad things. i could be wrong in my assumption that somerton absolutely did not do that. i also don't really care whether he did or not because it's so unbelievably tacky to open an apology with "i don't want to make this a sob story, i was just so sad i tried to kill myself and everyone who has a parasocial relationship with me needs to feel bad/guilty/worried on my behalf, and everyone who doesn't have a parasocial relationship with me needs to feel bad/guilty/worried if they wanted to hold me accountable for anything. but i'm so sorry for making this a sob story! it's not like this is a prerecorded video that i have full editing control of or anything"

like.... i don't care if you actually were in the hospital or not. you chose to open your apology video with the most blatant and pathetic kind of emotional manipulation possible & i don't care for it. it's literally no one's problem except yours and your loved ones' if you were in the hospital. it's no one else's responsibility. certainly not the responsibility of the people you wronged.

people doing this shit brings out my lowest-empathy tendencies because it gets to my high-empathy friends and i've known too many people held hostage by their partners/friends/parents threatening suicide over the years, so whenever i see people being like "oh, he really does seem upset, though" i'm like.

listen. i know he looks sad in the video. i know he's saying he wants to be dead.

You Don't Have To Fuckin' Believe Him.

[bunny-1111]

How the Slytherin boys would react to you getting into a physical fight with another student

Tom:

he would be so nonchalant

he would see, you all hands on deck

break it up

pull you away

when he's walking you off, you're catching your breath

he would say, "Pull yourself together" so sternly

"I don't need people saying I'm dating a classless troll, hear me"

when you nod with embarrassment, he would roll his eyes

leading you to his dorm, you would gather the courage to ask where he's taking you

"teaching you not to use your fucking hands; I'm never above hurting the enemy; you want to hurt someone? I'll teach you a few spells" he would say, stoic

"fighting with her hands like a fucking muggle" you would hear him scoff under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval

Matteo:

Honestly, Matteo would love a psycho girl. You can't tell me different

when he heard chanting 'Fight!' he ran to the scene

Matteo would never miss a good brawl

when he pushed through the crowd and realised it was you amidst the chaos, he smiled

"Come on Baby! swing" he would clap, telling the bystanders that was his girlfriend

when the boyfriend of the girl you were fighting started talking too much shit, he rolls his own sleeves up

couples who fight together stay together?

Theodore:

when the two of you went to the library for a late night study, the lights were dim, and Theodore wasn't able to see you properly

when you were walking back to Dungouns, it was windy, and the your jumper had slipt slightly off your shoulder, revealing a small bruise

Theodore would stop you immediately "what's this?" he would question pulling the fabric down even further to see if more followed

"what happened." he would say

"I bumped into a bookcase?" you try

"I was with you all night, no you fucking didn't. I'll ask you one more time. What. Happened?"

"I got into a little fight" you admitted

"Huh? Who, when" he would start

"Doesn't matter Theo, I won. This is my battle scar" you smiled pulling your jumper back up

"It was with a girl right? No guy hit you" he sternly continued his interrogation

"No Theodore, it was a Gryindor, alright a girl"

"Good, I wasn't in the mood to have to kill someone... long day" he huffed opening the door for you, entering the common room

Lorenzo:

you and your friends would be in the hall eating dinner

when Blaise says, "Hey, y/n, any reason why (the person you fought) ended up in the hospital wing and you didn't even need to pay Pomfrey a visit?"

Why would you go to Pomfreys? enzo would ask mouth full of food

"oh? you didn't hear about the cat fight in the corridor today" Blaise laughed

Enzo practically choked on his food.

"You got into a fight?" he looked up

you didn't reply. To Enzo no answer was an answer

"My little angel got into a fight and didn't tell me... did you win?"

Draco:

he would make such a fuss

"it was Ginny Weasley" you laughed

"What!?"

"Yeah, we got into it because he was talking shit about you, so I started talking shit about Harry, and it escalated" you smiled

"And?" he pried

"Gryifindors arent as courageous as they say," you say

"That's right darling, let's go walk past their common room, wanna torment Potter bout this" he smirked

Blaise

he would be on the quidditch pitch, playing

when a girl next to you was talking about how he's not a good player, how her boyfriend on the opposing team would smash them

"you wanna get smashed by my fist next? that's my boyfriend you're talking about," you would say

"well tell your boyfriend he's eating shit this match?" she smiled back

pouncing through the bleachers you attacked

when Blaise caught sight of Pansy pulling you off her, and the girl running off with a blood nose, he smirked

he played so well the rest of the game

walking out of the locker rooms, he found you "I won on the pitch, you won off the pitch hunny" he would smile wrapping an arm around you

"Do you know what she said?" you started to rile up again

"She said that-" you started

"No, no, you took care of it, that's it" he smiled down at you

[fayes-fics]

When The World Is Free: Chapter 5 - Sans Y Penser

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: none really... mildly angsty situations, some flirting and interesting proposals.

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. HERE BE PLOT. A lot of things happen in this one afternoon. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy!

Le Havre, September 1939

The port city of Le Havre is bustling with travellers hauling suitcases and steamer trunks, all walks of life converging on this point of exit. You weave through the crowds from the train station as a trio, headed for the bright red awnings of the company sailing to the USA. Benedict and Eloise hang back as you approach the ticket window. 

“Name?” the brusque man in the booth opens with a crisp American accent.

“Y/n y/l/n,” you smile politely.

“You are not on the manifest,” he sighs after a pause to scan down the paperwork, impatience colouring his tone.

“But I must be,” you frown, “I was given this here…” 

You push your ticket under the window, clearly marked with today’s date. 

“Fraudsters,” his economic response.

“But… they were from your company? Outside your offices in Paris? And wearing your company livery? They… They said I could bring forward my sailing date from August to today. They took my original ticket and gave me this! It looks the same!” Panic rises in your voice with each sentence, dread churning behind your ribs as you realise you have likely been duped. 

“I'm sorry, ma’am, but that is not a valid ticket,” is his monotone reply.

“Oh god. What can I do? May I buy another ticket now?!?”

His responding laugh is a loud bark, “Hah! Ma’am, we are booked up for weeks in advance. There is a long line every day of people hoping for last-minute availability,” he signals to a line of weary-looking, luggage-laden folks under a makeshift shelter.

“But I….” you feel your eyes watering and dread in the pit of your stomach like you are falling down an endless chasm. 

“Ma’am, please step aside; I need to ensure valid passengers can board this ship…” he warns in a tone that is wholly without sympathy.

With a weak nod, you stumble away, back towards Benedict and Eloise. As you draw closer, their faces are a picture of concern, realising something is amiss. As you tearfully recount what happened, Benedict seethes, and Eloise wraps her arm around you, looking pained. 

“I’m going up there. This is unacceptable!” Benedict grits out, righteous indignation fizzing from his very being.

You have to hold out a hand to physically stop him. “It's likely no use,” you appease.

His ire deflates a fraction at your hold on his coat sleeve. “At least let me try, y/n,” he modifies after a few beats.

“Alright,” you relent, dropping your hand, “but I do not expect a different answer.”

You and Eloise cling to each other as you watch Benedict remonstrate with the same man and then a different one at the window. All the while, your stomach is in knots, equal parts fear and hope.

It's five or more minutes before Benedict returns to you, his face pinched.

“I was not successful,” he screws his mouth, looking away as if he cannot meet your eye as he says it. “They don't seem to care that criminals are posing as agents for their organisation,” he rubs his eyebrow in irritation. “I would report it to the police, but it's not their jurisdiction here, and it still does not solve our dilemma…”

“Thank you anyway…” you breathe, “for trying at least…”

There is a long silence as the three of you stand there, stupified by the conundrum before you. The chime of a clock on the harbour building breaks your thoughts.

“It's 3pm. Your sailing back to England is in less than an hour. You should go. You two leave without me,” you demure.

“NO!” they both exclaim in almost comic sibling unison.

“I’ll be fine, seriously.”

“I’m not leaving you alone here for god knows how long until there is room on a ship to America. You can’t be alone. This isn’t Paris; this is a port city. It’s definitely not safe,” Eloise rattles off, looking at you imploringly.

“She’s right,” Benedict concurs. “You were safe in Paris together before the war. You are not safe here. A beautiful young woman. You are a target for thieves or even worse. You cannot stay here alone.”

You try your hardest not to let Benedict calling you beautiful derail your whole thought train, but it’s futile. Your mind is scattered like a pile of wooden toy railway coaches.

“I... I could return to Paris?” You finally suggest after what feels like an eternity of buffering. “I could call to check for last-minute availability every morning. It’s only a couple of hours by train. I’ll be always packed and ready to go…” you argue, not as yet realising the naivety behind your own idea.

“Paris will be the first target for Hitler’s invasion,” Benedict says gravely. “It could be much worse to remain there…”

“So what am I to do? I’m damned if I do, and I’m damned if I don’t…”

“There is only one solution, and that is for us to remain here as well until you can secure passage out of the country,” Benedict shrugs.

“Agreed,” Eloise nods emphatically as you go to protest.

“There are many more sailings back to England, and tickets are easier to come by,” Benedict points out. “We can move our tickets up. At least by a few days until we can devise a plan.”

 “Wait… if there are no ships to America, why don't you come to England with us?” Eloise pipes up in a lightbulb moment.

“I have nowhere I could stay…” 

“Nonsense! You will stay with us at Aubrey Hall. Won’t she, Benedict?”

“Oh yes, of course. There are plenty of spare rooms,” he assures.

“Gosh, umm... Maybe? I…” you hesitate. The whiplash of the last few minutes and the generosity of their offer momentarily overwhelm you. “That's very generous of you. The problem is I don’t know for how long it would be, or even if I should. My parents only agreed to me living in Paris under the watchful eye of Solene. This… this is entirely other…”

You startle as Benedict places his hands on your shoulders, pulling your attention to his sincere expression. “Y/n, you need to worry less about what your family thinks and more about yourself - what you need and your safety. This is escaping impending war; it’s a completely different circumstance from how you arrived here. The decisions you make right now have to be selfish and unburdened by expectations. It’s easy for others to judge from the distance of safety. But look around you. This town is teeming with people clambering to leave the country before an invasion. We do what we have to in unpredictable circumstances to survive.”

“You sound like a soldier,” you murmur.

“It’s what my father was,” he replies, releasing his grip but not moving away. “As a very young man in The Great War. He was lucky to survive, being an officer away from the front lines, but he taught me many things before he died. And one was about always making the smart choice if you can see one, even if it feels uncomfortable. The smart choice here is to escape by any means necessary. We all know Hitler has his sights set on France, especially Paris, as the figurative and cultural capital of Europe. You must get out. You must come with us.” You are captivated by his hazy eyes as he speaks, your heart beating fast as his face and voice grow softer. “Please. I could not live with myself if we left you behind,” he admits in a much quieter tone, but the plea is no less impassioned.

You cannot help it. You stare up at him, transfixed. Stanley has never been so eloquent. Or indeed so invested in your well-being. 

“Alright…” your hesitancy soft, “but you must let me pay you for my ticket…”

His face seems to light up at your acquiescence. “One day… maybe,” he smiles.

And so that is what he does - leaves you and Eloise ensconced in a nice bistro overlooking the harbour with a large bottle of white wine as he walks over to the ticket office for the ferry company and swaps their tickets for a few days hence and purchases an additional ticket for you, steadfastly refusing to tell you the cost for it even for many weeks hence.

While you are in the ladies' room, Eloise strikes up a conversation with a young man in uniform at the adjacent table; you fondly roll your eyes as you retake your seat and leave them be. Your gaze, however, is never far from the window, to where Benedict last left your line of sight, somehow anxious for his return.  When he reappears, striding purposefully towards the cafe, your chest flutters hard, his coat swishing around his legs, his hat at an attractive slant. If there is one thing you swear you could spend a lifetime doing, it’s watching Benedict Bridgerton just… be. 

“Any luck?” you ask as he arrives and doffs his hat, taking a seat on your other side, throwing an exasperated glance at his little sister and the uniformed man.

“We are set to sail Thursday,” he smiles and signals for the waiter, ordering a glass of Beaujolais. “I also stopped in the post office to call Solene. She has said we can stay as long as we need to at her sister’s cottage a few miles from town.”

“Oh, that's wonderful news!” your shoulders relax for the first time in what feels like hours. “But wait, I remember she said there is only one bedroom,” you point out. “You’ve been sleeping on our sofa for days now… you deserve a bed. I’ll take the sofa…”

“No. Also, I’m not sharing a bed with my sister,” he shudders, “she kicks in her sleep!”

“Oh, thanks. So I guess you want me to have bruised shins, then??” You laugh with gusto, the ricochet day making all your emotions heightened, seemingly bouncing from one extreme to another. Right now, a strange bubble of joy at this lighthearted exchange.

“Not at all. In fact, I’d happily share with you instead to save your legs from the abuse!” 

You know it’s said in jest, the comedic relief of the moment evident on his face, but still, a shot fires in your chest at the thought of sharing a bed with him. You decide to make light of it, even as your heart quickens.

“How do I know this kicking is not a problem that runs in the family? And you’re way stronger than her!”

“You can tie me down if it would make you feel better!” he chuckles loudly. 

You flush all over, the very thought so beguiling yet scandalous. And yet you cannot stop your mouth running away with you, this flirtatious banter too tasty to resist, the wine you’ve been drinking far too quickly for the last half hour loosening your lips.

“I think you would enjoy that far too much, Mr Bridgerton,” you volley back, raising an eyebrow with a giggle.

His cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink even as his eyes dilate rapidly, a corner of his tongue flicking out to pull his bottom lip under his teeth. It makes you want to sink your teeth right there, this impulse to be so physical with someone discombobulating. You've never had such errant, feral desires for Stanley. 

“You're probably right…” he rumbles quietly after a pause. 

You dare to hold his gaze even though you know it’s a mistake. This nightmare of a day makes you uncaring of propriety. He looks as wild as you feel inside, a glint in his eye that is at once permission and danger. 

“Theo here has been telling me all sorts of helpful information,” Eloise leans in, breaking the spell between you, a slight slur in her voice from her wine. 

Theo nods to you and Benedict. On closer inspection, he appears to be in a British soldier uniform. 

“I have to get back on duty,” he explains apologetically as he rises from his seat, “but I hope the information I’ve provided to your sister here will help.” He adds with a tiny salute.

You look surprised at Eloise as she just shrugs. You thought her up to her usual flirtatious banter, not researching. Benedict looks impressed too. You both, however, don’t miss the note he slips to Eloise before he takes his leave. Perhaps not purely intelligence gathering, then.

“Theo is helping process entry to Britain for foreign nationals wanting safe harbour. The numbers have spiralled since the war was declared.” She begins to explain when he is out of sight. “There is sadly a waiting list. But there are a few ways to skip the queue…

“Those being?” Benedict prompts before you can.

“Having family relatives residing in Britain already or, top of the pile, being the spouse of a British national.”

You slump your shoulders. “I have no relations there. Uncle Robert was visiting, but he was already at sea returning to America when the war was declared,” you explain, wishing he had stayed a few weeks longer.

“I wonder if we can find any paperwork forgers around?” Eloise ponders aloud.

“Eloise,” Benedict's tone is one of brotherly warning and disapproval, “we will not be taking that route.” his tone striking a chord of finality.

“But… how else can we get her into the country without bending the rules?” she exclaims at him, frustrated, gesticulating.

“I’m thinking…” Benedict grouses back, rubbing his chin and looking deep in thought.

Eloise leans back in her chair and twists her mouth into a pout. She takes a swig of wine before twisting to you and casually making a suggestion that flips your entire being.

“You could marry this one,” she jokes, shrugging and gesturing at Benedict. 

Your eyes dart to Benedict and his to you. A tidal wave of a hundred different feelings crashing through you at once.

“I’ll do it…” he offers, quick and quiet.

“El, don't be ridic…” your denial, spoken over his, dies on your tongue as you process what he said. 

You can't help it, you gape open-mouthed at him. As does Eloise.

“You would?” you stutter.

He nods, mien sincere, but you could swear there is more, too, a rousing intensity.

“I was joking, brother,” Eloise frowns.

“It's the only solution that guarantees her passage out of France,” he argues, “that's the most important thing here…”

“But marriage? That is such a sacrifice… I could never ask that of you…”  you shake your head, even as your stomach feels like a rollercoaster.

“That's why I'm offering, so you don't have to ask,” he shrugs as if this is not a big deal. “It is not me who has to make the sacrifice. It is you who has an intended…”

Stanley.

Your face falls as you think of the consequences. Marrying Benedict, if only for escape, would wound Stanley beyond belief. Your father, both your parents, in fact, would vehemently disapprove. 

“We can annul it as soon as we get to England…” he assures.

“French marriages can be annulled, brother, yes, but in France. Not in England,” Eloise pipes up, ever the font of knowledge.

“Then I will grant you an immediate divorce,” he amends.

“I can't believe you are taking me seriously,,,” Eloise mutters, but both of you seem to ignore it.

“I’d still be a divorcee, damaged goods as my father would say…” you wince at the phrase but know it to be accurate in Long Island, as much as you hate it.

“I don't know how else to help you escape, y/n,” Benedict implores, slightly alarmed. 

“Keep thinking!” Eloise interjects hotly. “I won't have my poor best friend here shackled to a Bridgerton brother. She has done absolutely nothing to deserve such a sentence, however short.”

“Eloise!” you scold without thought, “don't be so rude about your brother! He's wonderful….”

You immediately flush with embarrassment as she looks at you suspiciously. You dare not even look over to the subject of your praise, but you can feel the weight of his stare.

“But umm yes, let's keep thinking…” you mumble, embarrassed, looking down and picking at your cuticles in your lap.

“I need a bloody cigarette,” Eloise pronounces, suddenly standing up, her chair scraping loudly over the tiled floor.

“Sister, you do not smoke,” Benedict frowns up at her, again with that air of elder sibling forbearance.

“Sometimes I do,” she shrugs, her tone defiant, “and this situation definitely warrants one.” She jabs her finger by her side to emphasise her opinion.

With that, she marches up to the bar and orders one but does not return to the table, shooting you both a look before heading to the wall outside and sitting alone, staring out at the horizon and taking deep draws.

You and Benedict sit in silence, heads bowed in thought for what feels like an age, only interspersed with small sips of wine. 

“I honestly can't think of another way out of this mess…” Benedict sighs, breaking the hush. “But I understand it's such an enormous decision; you need time to consider it.”

You are scared by how much your heart and mind are screaming, ‘I really don't, I will marry you,’ even if your gut churns with the idea of how you will explain it to everyone. You look up, and again, those blue eyes bore into yours. Sincerity, concern, empathy, and something that looks dangerously like desire. You could get lost in that look. Forever.

“I’ll do it…” you whisper, knowing you are playing with fire… and yet yearning to be burned.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Little Vampire

Media The Artful Dodger (Pre Show Release)

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

I sat on the top step as I waited eagerly, I tapped my boots against the wooden stair. I heard the clutter, clatter with the overhung chatter of people as they left having paid their coins, drunk their wine and watched a man lose a liver. And would now head home weary, woozy, and weirdly excited to their beds beside their wives. The Man in question, now a liver-short was ushered away by the paying family with a mix of emotions, joy from their loved one receiving such life-changing treatments, the sickness of having to watch it, and the fear of knowing both the hard road ahead for him of recovery and of course the Bill that would be dropping on their doorstep Monday morning. The last to leave was the town nurse who was often on hand to help with such business she left the office took her coat and hurried away out the door.

And that was my cue.

I scampered down the stairwell into the office and shut the large doors behind me, immediately the smell hit my nose of fresh blood.

The seats now sat empty, the table empty too, blood across the floor and even the wall. Amongst it all a weary Jack in his usual garb having just thrown his apron to the side to later briefly clean, his sleeves rolled up high his hands and forearms coated with dry and wet blood which he did attempt to dap off with a dirty rag which merely just seemed to move the dirt and bodily fluids around more. Even if he had worn the apron blood had still gotten to his clothes and he now stood tinkering about the room sorting his tools and such where he had moved them in his rushed work and how finally had the time to clean them off and return them to their proper places.

"How'd it go?" I asked

Momentarily he jumped "Oh fo- Y/n." He sighed

"What?" I giggled

"I- I bloody knew you'd be down here," He said before continuing with his work

"How'd you know?"

"Because you always find your way down here when I'm done working. I swear you have a sixth sense for when I've just finished sewing someone up," he said

"I like coming to visit when you're done with your work," I giggled as I fiddled with my fingers

"Ummm" he glared "Sure you do."

"I can't help it. I just like coming to visit," I giggled, I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around him letting my head on his back

"That's very sweet y/n." he said as he tapped my hands "What did you want then?"

I smiled and tugged him around to face me, as soon as he was faced with me I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss he happily kissed back as he settled his hands on my waist my hands slowly moved up finding their way into his roots and twisted my fingers into his hair and in response, he eagerly pulled my waist closer until our chest's where pressed against one another. Till we both pulled back for a breath.

"So? What did you want?"

"What do you think I want Doctor," I smiled as I took the tie around his neck in my hand and pulled it hard to drag his nose to my own and I kissed his nose, then down his jaw, and his neck nibbling and kissing.

"I swear you're a vampire." He chuckled playing with my hair

"Why?" I giggled and pressed my chest to his a little harder as I kissed

"You always show up as soon as I'm done with work like you've got a sixth sense, you always get so cuddly when I've been working, and you do this. You burrow yourself into my neck like you're trying to bite me!" he chuckled playfully and shifted his hips against my own

"Maybe I am a vampire," I giggled as I left a hickey on his neck

"Ahh! You evil little thing!"

"Evil?!" I pouted "That's not very nice Jack."

"You bit me!"

"Hummm that's not very nice," I whined as I pushed my bottom lip out

"If you're going to be a little vampire I'm allowed to tell you off for it" he smirked and rubbed his nose on mine

"Aren't you meant to be nice to me?"

"I think I'm being very nice, Shouldn't you be nice to me?"

"Alright." I smirked and tapped his nose playfully "I'll be nice. Maybe this way you won't be complaining when a part of you sits snuggly between my teeth," I smirked as I moved to my knees on the still bloody floor I made short work of his trousers and gently stroked his shaft with my hand as he leant against the desk leant his arms back excitedly

"So long as you don't bite my little vampire," he smirked

"No promises," I smirked as I took his shaft into my mouth and made sure to kitten lick my tongue across his head, he threw his head back and his jaw fell loose, his fingers gripped the edge of the desk hard as his lustful moans cascaded from his lips

"Ughhhhh- Uuuuuhhh - Ohhh fuck-" He groaned

I made sure to suck and lick knowing his needs by the sounds he forced out even made a point to grace my teeth against his shaft to toy with him until he grabbed the fabric of my dress at my shoulder and pushed me back so his shaft left my mouth and he tugged me back to my feet.

"Yes?" I giggled

"Upstairs? Or would you rather we just make a mess of my office?" He smirked

"It's messy enough" I smirked grabbed the tie around his neck tugged him aggressively as I backed towards the surgery table

"Ummm Alright my little Vampire" he growled 

[muserryy]

TIE THE BOW

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"What kind of trend is this?" harry asks, voice laced with confusion while you tie the thin satin ribbon delicately around his tattooed arm. The short sleeves of his white tee pushed up to his shoulder, reveals more of his inked skin.

"not a trend," you reply. "But I saw some people on internet doing it and I wanted you to try, at least for me." Taking a step back, you admire the ribbon around his arms. His tattoos make him look masculine but the pink ribbon adds a touch of femininity. It looks so pretty.

"Can I ever say no to you, darling?" his gaze meets yours with a sly grin playing on his lips. you flush.

"you can't even dare to!" you say as you drop your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss his nose. He smiles but before he could lift his arms to engulf you, you stop him by catching his arms. "Now, now! you'll have to flex your left arm when i tell you to, okay?"

"yes, ma'am." he replies, with a grin still plastered on his face as he bows down to you in a playful gesture of submission. you laugh, shaking your head as you move to place your phone on the top of your small bookshelf. you open and set the camera and adjust the angle and frame so it films harry.

"Alright, are you ready?" you ask him as he faces you at the same time. He raises his right hand thumb giving you his frog smile. oh his dimples! that could melt the heart of anyone.

you turn on the video recording as you count down from 3 to 1. On your "go", he lifts his left arm, flexing his bicep. He shows off his impressive muscles. oh the bump! your eyes capture the moment when ribbon tears off his arms effortlessly and lands on the floor. He seems a little surprised when it happens.

A second passes and you squeal with happiness, jumping like a child. "OH MY GOSH!" you clap your hands together.

He watches you with a frown on his face. "did you really want the ribbon to rip?"

"yess, that's the trend!!" He laughs as you say that, finding it adorable how happy you are about something so trivial.

"oh well then… I'm glad it did!" you grin and get in front of him, cupping his face as you smack your lips against his. This time you let him wrap his arms around your waist. you can't believe you really made him do this even though you know he'd have never said no to it.

A sweet little kiss but harder and you pull away. He keeps you flushed against his chest. "That was so hot! Can we do that again?" you whisper, running your palm up his arm as he squeezes you tighter. He gives you a slight smirk.

"emhm, no. It's your turn now." he glances at the laces, bows with half cut ribbons and ribbon rolls scattered out of the box on the bed. He replaces his hands, now beneath your t-shirt. He raises your t-shirt up, and taking the hint you let him take it off. your tee now hanging off the edge of your bed, leaving you in your crimson bralette.

He begins tying a ribbon around your tummy. you giggle. As he does this, he sits down on the bed. Now, his face levels with your chest. Once the ribbon is tied perfectly, he leans down and marks quick kisses on your tummy. Quiet giggles escape from your lips, finding the sensation amusing.

you lean over and take the few colourful hair pins from the same box where the ribbons are kept on the bed. He feels your fingers in his hair whilst he works on his art, feeling the click with the sound as you're done putting the first clip.

"heyy!" he feigns protest, but both of you giggle like kids. In the moment, by grabbing your waist he throws you on the bed. Your body bounces against the fluffy mattress as he claims the top position, making sure to pin you down.

"Let me put this in your hair please!" you request, knowing very well that he could never say no to you.

"hm?" he says as he gets lost in the heat and gets too busy suckling down your neck and up your jaw. his lips tickles your skin, making you tilt your head to the side.

he halts unexpectedly, his breathing slightly heavy as he stares down at you. your gaze moves and admires the way his side hair is pinned back, the pink pin adorning it that you put earlier. It looks absolutely adorable. his eyes trails down to your stomach where sits the perfect tied ribbon he did. you feel his fingers graze along your side waist again.

taking an opportunity, you clip another hairpin to the other side of his head which directs his attention back onto your face. you examine his hair. "you look so cute with these hairpins." his face flusters as you touch it, his dimples are in full display.

"just like a baby girl?" your heart flutters as the words escape from his pink lips that look so kissable right now. He remembers how you tease him by calling him "baby girl" every chance you get but this time he asked himself by calling himself that.

"just like a baby girl! i was about to say that." he breathes out a laugh, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. you're pressed under his strong body but he's like your teddy bear providing you the softest warmth.

your bodies stay entwined as you enjoy the silence and make small, silly talks. but things escalated from making out to a point where you gasp when he ties down your wrists together with the ribbons, making you accustomed to how he can switch from being a baby girl to a dom within seconds and minutes. A dom with hairpins in his hair.

The playful times and giggles go on. you both remain oblivious of video recording that is still on and how your romantic session is being recorded.

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[bonny-kookoo]

What would detective min do if he saw a big mean dog hybrid threatening his pretty kitty especially is she actually got scared

A/N: I'm glad we all noticed how he didn't argue to her about finding her pretty haha

You're finally able to run around again with a more comfortable brace around your ankle- though that doesn't mean he lets you roam around freely, his hand grabbing at your collar the moment you attempt to run off. "You're staying-"

"Right where I can see you" You mock him with rolling eyes, making him squint his eyes at you a little. "Can we go get some sweet snacks though? You only have old-people-snacks at your home.." you complain, and he tenses up his jaw at your bite at him.

"Sugar is just going to make you even more active." He mumbles, walking next to you with his hands in his pockets before he sighs. "Alright, fuck, here-" he suddenly says, opening his wallet to pull out some bills that he gives into your eager hands. They're opened palms up to receive the money, and he has to admit that you're kind of cute if you really try to be. "Remember-" He tells you, one finger pulling the front of your collar closer to him as he speaks. "-try and run and I'll be right behind you."

"Is that a promise or a threat, mister detective?" You purr, and he's got to admit that you do have your charm.

"Whatever suits you." He flirts back, catching you off guard as your eyes widen, feet eagerly carrying you inside the small corner store.

He waits outside lighting himself a cigarette, and it doesn't take you long to re-emerge with.. nothing?

There's a bark behind you, a group of dog hybrids laughing at the way you jump in fear, and Yoongi throws his cigarette down to stomp it out, before he turns you around, hand on the small of your back. "Det- it's fine, I wanna go home-"

"No." He tells you, walking back into the store now where the group of dog hybrids still chuckles amongst each other, one snarling at you. "-do you have an allergic reaction that you look like that?" Detective Min threatens the guy, who's taken aback by it.

"What's it to you, old man?" One asks, everyone laughing.

"Go, pick out what you want." The detective tells you, and you move to do as told- when one of the dog hybrids grabs after your tail- something he quickly regrets as Yoongi is faster, fingers tight around the guy's wrist.

There's nothing said- no arguments, nothing, mainly because of the nozzle of the gun pressed into the guys stomach, while he's got a knife not even close to the detective holding the gun.

Eye contact seems to be the main weapon though- yoongi for once not wearing his contact lenses to hide his identity as a hybrid. Maybe that's why the dog hybrid glaring at him simply scoffs this time, not picking up the fight as he pushes past him with his friends following. "Freak." One of them mumbles, before they're out the store.

You pull on his sleeve as Yoongi still looks at the entrance of the store, interest pulled away though as he looks down at you. "What?" He asks, as you put money in his hand.

"The change." You tell him matter of factly, three packs of different hybrid snacks.

"Keep it." He denies however, putting it back into the pocket of your skirt, before he leaves the store, turning around to look at you still standing in place, and he clicks his tongue, lighting a cigarette.

"What? Don't just stand there!" He calls out, annoyed, and you suddenly grin, running towards him and latching onto his arm as you walk, happily purring. "Okay that's a bit much- why're you so clingy-!" He whines, while you laugh.

"Oh come on Mister Detective, you love it!"

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[all-pacas]

Can I solicit a chameron fluff drabble from you?

turns out i'm very bad at writing fluff. anyway here you go. set during euphoria because i saw it last night and was like hmm (cw: not super explicit but very much people doing the sex in this one)

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After the cop dies, House orders Cameron and Chase, brusquely, to go away.

“We can’t —“ Chase starts, but doesn’t manage an end to the sentence; Foreman is ashen and trapped on the wrong side of glass, staring wide-eyed at their patient, and Cameron has to avert her eyes: it seems wrong, suddenly, to see him like this. In a hospital gown, exposed, afraid. 

“Take a nap. Get a coffee. Back in the office in an hour,” House says, brusque, watching Foreman through the observation windows. Cameron stays frozen, but starts when Chase touches her arm.

They free themselves from their protective gear, Cameron trying to find something to say, some words of comfort for Foreman, some epiphany. As soon as they leave the ICU, there are people everywhere: it’s just past noon. Visiting hours. A kid with balloons that read get well soon rushes past, a family gathers around a man in a wheelchair, nurses gossip and laugh by a desk. 

“Want to grab some lunch?” Cameron asks, her voice brittle: how can it be lunchtime? Chase starts to answer and half laughs. Gives up. Foreman is dying: let’s have a sandwich.

“You really went back to the cop’s apartment?” Chase asks in the elevator. 

“I’m fine,” she says, shortly. 

“And Foreman —“ 

She pulls up her sleeve. The needle barely broke skin, didn’t even draw blood: already it is hard for even Cameron to tell where it stuck her, and she’d shown Chase yesterday anyway. The barely visible nick is answer enough to his question: what Foreman did doesn’t matter.

The elevator stops on the first floor and Cameron makes no move to depart: Chase takes a step and stops when he realizes she is not following. A woman gets on and presses the third floor button and they simply ride back up with her. Chase watches Cameron worriedly and Cameron notices, feels a fleeting anger, and says nothing. At the third floor, the woman gets off and no one else is in the elevator with them. The doors slide closed and the elevator does not move at all. 

“Are you alright?” Chase asks. 

She imagines being trapped in the ICU. Observed through glass and plastic and protective gear. Foreman is dying, and she’s not even sick. The elevator is a shitty place to hide, but at least the walls are metal. “Fine,” Cameron says. The on call rooms are on the second floor. She presses the button.

“You know what’s funny?” she asks as the elevator starts to move. “I just had that stupid HIV scare. And now —“

“You didn’t have HIV. And you don’t have… this.” 

“I know,” she says, and she does: the odds are astronomical. And although she knows it is neither rational or scientific, she thinks: Especially not twice in a row. “Are you going to tell me Foreman’s gonna be alright, too?”

Chase follows her to the on call and she doesn’t ask him why. The room is barely larger than the cot pushed against the wall and the door does not lock; nevertheless she pushes him towards the mattress and flips the switch that indicates the room is occupied before kissing him. 

It’s different sober, and she does not like the realization that she can tell, that she has thought about it more than once or twice: if it had been good because of the meth, then it was just the meth, but she climbs onto his lap and likes the way his scrubs crinkle, the fine hairs on his arms when she runs her hands on them, the way his mouth slants over hers: he tastes of stale coffee and somehow that doesn’t detract from the kiss, from his hands on her hips and sliding up her sides. They both smell like sweat and disinfectant and she’s so tired and it shouldn’t feel good but it does; worse it feels right, she has missed this and wanted this and oh, that’s bad: oh, it was not meth. 

“We shouldn’t do this again,” he breathes, when she has him pinned to the mattress, between her legs, both still dressed but their scrubs are thin, damp, and his expression is pained. “Twice is —“

“Twice isn’t a habit. Once per near death —“ she offers. Her hair falls into his face when she leans down to kiss him again, so he bunches it in his fist as he kisses her jaw and ear.

“You’re fine. You’re not at risk.” She’s starting to pull down her bottoms and he catches her hand, breathing hard, an expression on his face like he’s distracted, puzzling something out. 

“Stop trying to be nice,” she says, and takes her hand from his, and pulls down her bottoms, and Chase gives in. As she knew he would. 

The cot has a plastic liner under the sheet that crinkles and rustles with every moment. They do not fully undress, they try to minimize their movements, the door is not even locked: it is tense and awkward and not entirely comfortable: it is not like the meth but it is just what she needs. The dampness of his skin and the way he flushes, the sweat at her neck, his breath in her ear, the slightly uncomfortable angle, not unpleasant but too tense, too constrained. She runs her hands up and down his stomach, underneath his shirt. She thinks of Foreman as they fuck: trapped in that glass room with the dead, dying. But she is not dying. It is over embarrassingly quickly for them both: Chase stays very quiet the whole time, and kisses her when he comes. 

They haven’t slept for over a day, so it’s no surprise when she wakes up an indeterminate time later, half dressed and cuddled up his side. Chase is still dozing, his head turned at what must be an uncomfortable angle: with an odd, protective feeling she strokes at his hair, thinking that he probably needs a trim. He stirs slightly. “Rob,” she says, mostly to try it out. It occurs to her she does not know what he prefers to be called. 

His eyes blink open slowly, gummy and sleepy. “Times’s it?” he asks, his voice blurred and vowels lengthened by sleep. He sits up slightly and she tenses, but he only looks at the clock on the wall: their hour is nearly up. He holds himself in place for a moment, half raised on his elbows. Slowly he lies back down, and she is near enough to feel him holding his breath.

House will know if they come back to the conference room like this, together, or come back both freshly showered. Best chance, she thinks, would be for one of them to shower and the other just to change, for one to go straight back to the office and the other to check on Foreman. She feels the first stirrings of guilt — for forgetting Foreman this long, for leaving him alone with the dead, for leaving him at all. For hiding in an on call room instead of helping, instead of doing her job… instead. 

Chase cautiously slips his arm under her side and shoulder, curls it over her back. “We really shouldn’t do this again,” he sighs, reluctant.

“Twice isn’t a habit,” she reminds him, and makes no effort to leave.

[just-more-pr0mts]

Danny Phantom promt#3

Classic feild trip au with a bit more common sense

Danny loved feild trips, especially when they took the class out of town to look at things like astronomy towers or doing things like beach clean ups. It was an easy out from school, he got to do something helpful or see something new, and just not do work.

So when Mr Lancer had announced they were going on a feild trip. Danny usally would have been excited, but they were going to Fenton works. His house. And his parent were going to give demonstrations on thier work and 'equipment'.

_________

Danny was running late. Now this was a common occurrence, but when he was late for the trip to his own home...well that might have a bit of explaining to do.

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The entrance to Fenton works slammed open, and Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton,Mr Lancer and class all turned to face the door with a start.

"Im so sorry im late sir" Daniel 'Danny' fenton in all his glory stood panting at the door way. "I forgot we wer- well you were coming here today. And i was in a rush and i didn'tget breakfastand i-"

"It's alright Mr Fenton" Mr Lancer cut in over the A-listers snickering and a heavy sigh from what soundedlike Sam "The tour has not yet started, why don't you go and get breakfast"

Relief washed over danny, "Thank you sir I'll try and be quick about it" he headed over towards the kitchen area dropping his backpack next to a couch which was occupied by some of the students in class. Just before he stepped in, he was cut short by a-

"Hey Danny wait-" Jazz exclaimed as she went and picked up a baseball bat leaning against the wall. "Here" as she tossed him the bat.

He caught it effortlessly "Thanks Jazz, your the best" and went to go and get himself some breakfast.

"What was that all about?" Paulina an A-listers asked from her spot on a couch. "Why does he need a baseball bat?"

"Oh our mom cooked meat loaf last night" Jazz said as if the most obvious thing in the world

Sam and Tucker winced. And the rest of the class along with Mr Lancer looked around in confusion. What does that have to do with anything? Was the question on their minds.

"Miss Fenton if you could please elaborate?" Mr Lancer asked.

"Oh! Silly me, you guys don't live here like those gremlins" she said gesturing toward Sam and Tucker. "Well you see-" she was cut off buy a scream.

"You alright in there?" Jazz said loudly "I found the meatloaf!" Danny screamed back. "Don't forget, dad went and bought apples" "Apples?" Danny questioned. "Yes they're-" "Behind the toASTER" his voice cracked and a clash was heard, things falling over and then silence.

Danny slowly walked out of the kitchen, his shirt singed at the bottom and a stain on his fright sleeve. His head hung low and hair a mess and his face sporting a cut near his hairline. "Hey Jazz.." he started off. " I'm hungry, I didn't have anything since lunch yesterday..do you" he looked up at her, she was heading over to a panel in the wall.

?

She pushed against it with her palm and it opened up. She grabbed a bandage, a bottle pf water and what looked to be a protein bar. "I have to restock again but here" she handed him the protein bar and water and dragged him over to an empty chair and wrapped head.

"It's just a small scratch" He mumbled. "That could get infected which is why I'm using these bandages"

All whilst this is happening the room full of people are looking on in alarm. Danny hasn't eaten for how long? Not because he doesn't have food bit because of what? He's parents must do something right? Why do they have a secret panel of food and first aid equipment?

[mysteryshoptls]

R Malleus Draconia PE Uniform Personal Story

"This is a first"

[Sports Field]

Heartslabyul Student: Look. It's the Malleus Draconia… He's really taking class in his PE uniform.

Octavinelle Student: Since we're not in the same class as him, we don't really see much of him, so it freaks me out whenever he's in a joint class with us.

Malleus: …

Heartslabyul Student: Looks like he's gonna be stretching on his own. Wanna reach out to him?

Octavinelle Student: No way! It might just be stretching, but what if he puts a curse on us just for pushing down on his back?

Malleus: …

Cater: Malleus-kun, you're all alone. Want me to ask my partner if you can join us to make a trio?

Malleus: I do not mind being alone.

Cater: There you go saying something all dreary again! Don't you think you should be making some fun, exciting school memories here every once in a while?

Cater: These are precious memories, yeah? They'll probably last forever, y'know? …Ooh, yeah! Memories are better if there's a physical reminder ♪

Malleus: Diamond. If there is something you wish to say to me, why don't you speak plainly?

Cater: Aha. Guess I was obvious I had my own plan up my sleeve, huh?

Cater: Wellll, I thought maybe I could upload you to Magicam～

Malleus: Magicam?

Cater: Basically, I wanna take a picture of you! Ah, and if you want, I'll join you for it ♪

Malleus: I was curious what your aim was… Just a photo? You called out to me for such a thing as that?

Cater: I'd been waiting for that chance that we'd be in the same class, y'know ♪

Cater: I bet you in your PE Uniform'll totally go viral, don't you think? 'Specially because I bet photos of you are rare in the first place!

Malleus: I must admit, this is a first. I never had someone like you wish to take a picture of me before.

Cater: I mean, I guess it might be pretty difficult for people to ask you for a pic normally. Kinda like, you got too much of an intimidating aura, Malleus-kun.

Cater: Like, you're a bit out of our league, or like, we can't really read what you're thinking… And maybe just a little scary～?

Malleus: …

Cater: Sides, us commoners can't even hope to think about what your personal life is like.

Cater: Like, do you even show up in pictures? I'm just kidding. Obviously, you'd totally show up, right～? Ahaha!

Malleus: …

Cater: Haha… Uh, oh. Malleus-kun, did all that make you made?

Cater: Sorry, sorry, I was just kidding around.

Malleus: Of course not. I would not be angered by such banter.

Cater: Ah, whew, glad you're the type of guy who can take a joke.

Cater: I mean, Malleus-kun, you're an enigmatic and mysterious guy, after all. You scared me just a bit there.

Vargas: That's it for stretching, everyone line up!

Cater: Ah, he's calling us. 'Kay, we can talk about this some other time…

Malleus: Alright, Diamond. I do not mind. You may take a photo of me.

Cater: Oh! Awesome～ Glad you're up for it!

Cater: Cay-kun's so happy～! Thanks, Malleus-kun ♡

Malleus: So... What sort of photo were you hoping to capture? Unfortunately, I have no experience with Magicam.

Cater: Hmm, let me think. We're in our PE Uniforms, so we should make it look like, "we're about to exercise," or something like that? And our hashtags can be…

Cater: #NRC #MalleusDraconia #SportsAttire #PhysicalEducation #SSR

Cater: …How about that?

Malleus: Then, why not take one while I run?

Cater: Ooh, nice, nice～! Let's try to take one shot like that ♪

Cater: Ah, but you only need to pretend to run, 'kay? If you really run, you'll come out blurry on the picture.

Malleus: Pretend? Then would that not be a fabrication?

Cater: It's fine, it's fine, that's basically all Magicam is. Rather than a blurry picture that I can't enhance, it's more important to make it look good from the start!

Malleus: Is that so?

Cater: That's so! Okay, then let's snag a pic ♪ Can you make it look like you're running?

Malleus: Like this?

Cater: Can you lower your arm just a bit? And tilt your head a little…

Cater: OK, OK, perfect! This'll be a great picture.

Cater: Okay, I'm gonna take it. Say ch…

Cater: …eese!

Cater: And hey, why'd you move? If you move then, it'll be blurry, and I won't get a good picture.

Malleus: Ah, apologies. It seems I unintentionally tensed up there.

Cater: Eh～ Did you seriously get nervous there for a bit? Wow, you got an adorable side to you too, huh ♪

Cater: OK, no worries! Just relax～ We'll try again ♪

Cater: Say ch…

Cater: …eese!

[zoom!!]

Cater: And this time he ran off! Hey, hey, Malleus-kun!? Where are you going!? Come back, already.

Malleus: What is the matter, Diamond?

Cater: H-Hey, come on. If you move that much, I won't be able to take a picture～

Malleus: I see, what a bind. …Ah, perhaps…

Malleus: You are unable to take a picture of me because I am a scary, enigmatic, and mysterious guy who you cannot read?

Cater: …Eh? Hey, isn't that what I just said earlier?

Malleus: I couldn't say.

Cater: It totally is! Ehh～ You're totally holding a grudge!

Cater: Guess that really did bother you earlier. C'mon, I'm sorry, OK?

Malleus: It does not faze me. You may take as many pictures as you wish… If you can capture me, that is.

Cater: C'mon, you're really gonna tease me like that～?

Cater: Oookay. I'm definitely gonna get that miracle of a picture of you and totally go viral, so you better be ready for it!

Requested by Anonymous.

[herrscherrofyatta]

Splintered Heart

Chapter 21

Pairing: Ayato x reader, Kazuha x reader

Genre: Arranged marriage, fluff, angst, multiple ending, slow burn

summary: a detective comes over to the estate to find out the truth while Ayato catches up with old friends

Placing the small plushie, a gift from Ayato, on the pillows before leaving the room and seeing that Ayato and Thoma hadn't come back just yet.

Feeling a bit better than yesterday, you go outside to see none of your friends there since you do wake up pretty early as a habit.

"Good morning, my lady." A guard at the door says as you smile at him.

"Good morning, any news about my husband and Thoma?" You ask them but he shakes his head.

"I'm afraid not, my apologies."

"It's alright, I hope everything is alright on his side." You go back inside to work on the documents that needed to be seen by Ayato. An hour goes by when you pick up a document that has something that interests you a lot.

"A festival....oh, it's the test of courage! I love this one." You mumble, reading through it. Ayato had always made sure to put more effort into things like since he knew you loved the horror genre.

It looked like it was going to be the same as usual but you knew Ayato always had something under his sleeve so you were really looking forward to this.

Another hour goes by when Kazuha strolls in, "there you are," you look up at this, "everyone is waiting for the lady of the house outside for breakfast." He watches as you blink at this before shaking your head.

"You all can go ahead and eat, no need to wait for me. I need to finish these papers." You go back to working until you glance up to see him still standing there, arms crossed as he gives you a look.

Sighing, you give in, "alright, I'll eat with everyone."

He smiles at this, walking ahead and the guards outside give him a look as you two pass by, waving at Mei who waves at you, clearly happy that Kazuha has convinced you to come and eat with him.

"Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had a good night's rest and I apologize for what happened yesterday."

Albedo shakes his head, "there's no need to apologize, those people have been tormenting you for a long time."

"He's right, personally I think that once Ayato comes back, you two can solve thid problem once and for all." Mei adds as you smile at her.

"Well, it would be nice to have peace and quiet but even if we get rid of them, I am still the wife of Ayato so I still put a target on my back."

Mei looks down at her plate of food as you pick up your cup of tea, "....right, last time you were kidnapped during the Decree."

Kazuha almost spits out his tea at this.

You nod, "yes but I never doubt Ayato's plan so my capture was merely a bait." Kazuha looks at you dumbfounded, you were okay with being captured???

"Our plan was a success in the end, Watasumi's soldiers were able to make it to the Shogan's place without a problem."

"You took place in that?" Kazuha said.

"Of course, Ayato may have not been able to physically show his dislike for the decree. I, on the other hand was known to hate the decree after losing my vision." You said.

"You lost it?" Mei shakes her head, remembering that incident well. "She gave it to Sara after the death of Tomo and just like any other vision bearer, she lost her ambition."

Kazuha looks at you for confirmation but all he saw was a solemn expression on your face as you stared at the plate in front of you. "Y/n?"

"I have no recollection of that time nor do I want to know."

The table goes quiet and everyone begins to eat, Ayaka glances over at you then down, trying to think of something to brighten up the atmosphere.

"....I heard the drafts of the portraits are going well, isn't that right Albedo?"

The blonde looks up from cleaning Klee's face full of crumbs. "That's right although I don't think I can finish it during my stay here since I need to return to Mondstadt."

"I understand, the festival I planned is probably going to be pushed back due to my health and Ayato might not want me to push myself." You explain, sighing, "but I'll send you an invitation!"

Klee cheers at this, "I can't wait to come back again!" She giggles as you smile at her and everyone goes back to finishing their breakfast.

As one of your servants is cleaning the table, Albedo pulls you to the side and away from everyone and you two speak in a hush tone.

"Not that I don't think you're capable of taking care of yourself but I feel extremely bad for leaving you in a time where Ayato isn't here." He says as you shake your hands at this.

"It's completely fine, you and Klee need to go back home and I can reassure you that us Kamisatos can take care of ourselves so please," placing a hand on your chest, "you can return home without worry."

Albedo stares at you for a moment before nodding, "alright, we will be leaving today at sunset."

"I'll be there to send you two off."

—

You were inside when a guard approached you, bowing before speaking. "My lady," glancing up from the piles of paper you look at him. "The detective you asked for has arrived and is currently waiting outside for you."

Standing up, you dismiss the guard and go to the room Kazuha was currently staying in. Knocking on the door, you heard his muffled voice from the inside. "I'll be right there."

Taking a step back, you wait.

The door slides open to reveal Kazuha, "oh Y/n, is there something you needed?"

"The detective is here and waiting for us outside, I came to fetch you." You explain to him as he slowly nods, closing the door to follow you, leading the way, you gesture out with your hand.

"Kazuha," he lets out a hum, "the detective we're going to meet is someone you can trust and tell everything from your side of things."

Opening the doors, the guards look at you before a voice is heard.

"Hey there," Kazuha blinks at the sight of the detective sitting at the table before standing up, "dear cousin! It's been so long!"

Smiling at this, you agree, "it has been, hasn't it? Cousin Heizou."

Kazuha's jaw downs in surprise, watching as you hug Heizou, with a big bright smile on your lips as he pats your back softly.

Heizou pulls away, his eyes examining your face and noticing the lack of sleep you've gotten, "that husband of yours hasn't been letting you get much sleep, huh?" He says in a teasing tone as he grins at the sight of your face flushing bright red at this as you swap your hand at his shoulder.

"H-heizou! Not in front of Kazuha, please." You mumble embarrassed, covering your lips with the sleeve of the kimono you wore, "plus....Ayato never puts his hands on me unless I tell him to do so."

The burgundy haired man just laughs, "I'm pulling your leg, cousin! I came as early as I could upon your request to see him." The tips of your ears are still red as you lead the two men to the table, gesturing them to sit down.

Sighing, you look at Heizou with a serious expression, "Heizou, the reason I called for you was to ask if you can help fill in the blanks of the past, both of me and Kazuha."

Your cousin looks at Kazuha before looking back at you, "wait....he was the dude who..?"

You nod your head at this as he hums, a hand under his chin as he thinks before speaking again, "well, I know mostly everything that has happened on Y/n's side," he side eyes Kazuha, "but you have a lot of explaining to do. Such as why you left my cousin heartbroken for several years and only just now showed your face."

Kazuha nods, he knows he should explain everything with the chance you've given to listen to what he was to say.

"The day I left Y/n, we were in plans of getting engaged in secret so she could leave her home but after I became the heir of my clan, I decided to send away every single one of the servants so I can finally travel around without anything holding me back."

Your gaze shifts to your hands, narrowed down filled pain as you realize that you were just something holding him back—

"and that included Y/n as well." Your eyes widen at Heizou's words.

Kazuha is caught off guard, "..no, she wasn't..."

Your cousin narrows his eyes at him, "well it sounds like it, like you left her to break ties with everything that reminded you of what responsibilities you could've had if you decide to stay as the heir of your clan."

Kazuha looks over you but all he sees is your head down, hands clenched together without saying a single word.

"Heizou please, let him finish." You whisper loud enough for him to sigh, crossing his arms.

"The last time I saw her, I promised to always send her a letter with the recent travels I do around Inazuma and that was the last time we talked face to face until recently."

Heizou writes this down, glancing over at you to confirm what Kazuha said.

"Yes, he did say he would."

The more Kazuha explained, the more Heizou was slowly connecting the missing dots of his story and how many things started to clear up things for you.

"I wrote letters upon letters until one day, I received one from her."

Heizou continues to write his words down, "what did those letters say? Can you remember?"

He gives the white haired man a moment to think, "she wrote what she always tells me, that she loves me and couldn't wait to see me again."

The detective hums, looking over at you, "Y/n?"

You glance at him, "I received a few letters but never sent any since around that time my engagement to Ayato was official in private." You say, making Kazuha's eyes go wide.

"Kazuha, if it's possible, I would like those letters handed over for this case, is that alright?"

"Of course, but I don't think it's necessary."

Heizou sighs at this, "look, I think it's possible that someone was forging those letters using Y/n's name. I know that when her engagement to the Yashiro Commissioner was announced publicly, she had already moved in at this estate since I was there to help her pack some of the things she had taken from her home." He explains, remembering that day so clearly.

"My father had always disapproved of our relationship, as he saw that a marriage with you would not benefit the l/n clan so when you left, he was quick to move to Ayato." You explain to them.

The three of you spent all day trying to bring more context to Heizou, "so to summarize Kazuha's part in all this, he stated that he sent letters and Y/n would respond, in his mind, she had stayed still and waited for you. The person you two had in common was Tomo, my condolences to you two, he was a great man."

Your face falters at this, letting out a shaky sigh, resting your hand on your chest, "now the question, did Tomo know and stay silent?"

Your cousin looks at you, "y/n, if you could explain your side now? You don't have to explain some parts if you're comfortable talking about them, it's alright." Nodding your head, you take a deep breath and slowly start to talk.

"After Kazuha left, I got engaged to Ayato and quickly moved in to escape my father's grasp as you know my father is a terrible man."

'Please! I beg you Ayato, don't let me go back home! My father will surely punish me for not following his orders!' Teenager you cried to Ayato, 'my sister has probably made up another horrible lie about me!'

"It was a dinner between the Kamisatos and the L/n clan," you recall, "about our engagement going public, my sister was trying too hard to get Ayato's attention but was angry at the sight of him paying more attention to me than her, spilling her drink on me by pretending to trip—" you sigh, remembering everything that happened, rubbing the side of your head, "my father demanded I take the blame but I didn't. That's when I moved in, Heizou came by a few days later to congratulate me and the two of us went back to the l/n estate to gather a few of my things before we were kicked out."

Kazuha could only see the way your eyes filled with adoration, "Ayato had welcomed me with open arms that day." Just by speaking about the man.

He couldn't help but listen to how painful you spoke about the years that you hoped that he would come back and keep his promise of coming back for you.

Once your explanation was done, Heizou was still scribbling away while you tried to calm down your shaky hands, speaking on this topic wasn't hard but you couldn't help but feel a bit shaken up about how you truly thought of these years.

Taking a peek at the man who you used to love years ago, you're taken back as your eyes widened at the sight of a tear rolling down his face as he stares at you.

You could feel tears building as he sniffs, lowering his head in shame, "you've been...." More tears fall from his lashes as he lets out a shaky sigh, "you've been waiting... for me this whole time?"

Your tears continue to grow yet they don't fall, making your vision blur from them and the bottom of your lips begins to tremble as they start to fall.

"I'm...sorry." he says in a quavering voice.

Standing up, you cover your face with your hand before heading back inside, leaving the two men alone as Heizou sighs for what seems the hundredth time that day.

It seems like Kazuha was going to run after you, but he intervened, "don't, she doesn't need you right now." He grips his arm as Kazuha refuses to look back at him.

"Look, even if you do somehow win her back, what will happen to the life she built here as a noble? Her relationship with the Yashiro Commissioner, years of friendship gone to waste simply because you come back after years of silence. She's a noble, the wife of someone important in Inazuma and you're a wanderer with no thought of settling down permanently. That's something no amount of time is ever going to change.

I know you, Kazuha, as well as my cousin, she would not leave this life for anything."

"But...I love her." Kazuha sniffs.

"If you truly love her, you'll let her go, for her sake and yours. Someone like her won't get used to moving around from place to place."

He lets go of him, frowning when he sees go where you headed to.

"You'll only get yourselves hurt."

Heizou says, rubbing the back of his head as he feels a headache growing. "Love can be so complicated sometimes. I'll just go back to the office and work on this."

—

"Happy Lantern Rite everyone! I didn't expect to bump into someone important from Inazuma, Zhongli if you can introduce these two gentlemen."

Thoma smiles at the girl as Ayato nods at her, "Everyone, this is Lord Ayato and this is Thoma, his friend and housekeeper of the Kamisato estate."

"It's a pleasure to meet everyone." Ayato says, "I must say that my sudden appearance might shock some of you, I was invited by Miss Eden but it seems like she's not here."

Hu Tao's eyes light up at this, "oh! She said she would be coming in a little late. Right, Xiao?"

Everyone looks at the conqueror of demons, "...yes, that's right."

Ayato made sure Thoma sat down as he had the habit of standing behind him during events like this back in Inazuma.

While everyone was digging in, there was a small conversation happening when the door to the restaurant opened.

"My apologies for arriving late, Yun Jin needed some guidance with something—oh, Ayato and Thoma, you two made it."

"Y/—"

"It's Eden, Hu Tao." The brown haired girl stops, rubbing the back of her head, "oh yeah, glad you could make it!"

Eden and another person with braided hair, who introduced himself as Venti, bard from Mondstadt, "I was catching up with an old friend." She smiles at the bard who smiles back, "I didn't notice the time."

Greetings everyone, Ayato watches as the Conqueror of Demons gets up from his seat, grabbing the chair and placing it behind Eden who didn't quite notice his actions.

He blinks as Xiao brings out another chair and sits back down like nothing happened, crossing his arms.

"You'll be leaving tonight, right Ayato?" She asks, "bring Y/n and little Ayaka next time."

They smile at each other before Zhongli places hand on the woman's hip, making her look down at her.

"Dear, sit down on my lap. I'm afraid there are no more seats." Eden blinks at this, looking around the table before looking behind to see the chair Xiao put earlier and feeling a tug on her hip, pulling her towards him.

"I can sit here." She says, sliding the chair in and sitting down, "Thank you, Conqueror of Demons." She smiles at the Adepti before everyone starts to eat.

Lumine and Paimon were speaking to Xiao while Eden spoke with Ayato.

"Ayato, I really do hope your wife gets better. Here, I prepared a gift for her." She picks a bag up from the floor, one he didn't notice at first. "This is an amulet, it has the Adepti's blessing for protection, the decree must have been hard for your family."

Thoma sigh, "tell me about it." He lets out a nervous chuckle.

"I also prepare some for you two as well." She sees, patting the bag. "And a couple lanterns, souvenirs as well."

Accepting the gifts, the night comes to an end as Ayato and Thoma say their goodbyes to everyone and head to the boat to take them back to Inazuma.

Thoma looks over Ayato who stood, watching the water below with his arms crossed, he seems to be in deep thought.

"Good night."

"..good night, Thoma." He leaves him there and heads off to bed.

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Hair for the brown ask game?

Thanks for the ask!! (From this world building ask game).

Answering for Alium, the alternate dimension in The Secret Portal.

HAIR - What kinds of discrimination are there? Are they the same as reality?

Oh. OH THIS IS A DOOZY

Ok alright.

The world in terms of culture is all pretty happy to co-exist. There are 10 Sectors but no one really cares where you're from. It's not uncommon for people to be of various cultural descent and you can go anywhere in the world and it won't have a completely monogamous population. So for the most part, racism/xenophobia/any kind of discrimination of culture or origin isn't really a thing.

Same goes for homophobia/transphobia/sexism. Not really a thing. I've kind of in the process of fixing surnames so women don't have to change their names in a M/F relationship and the children can have the names of either parent or both. I did make it a little patriarchal, but I'm working on it.

This isn't to say no one in Alium holds these prejudices. It's just not widespread or institutionalized.

Now ableism - that's the big one. In terms of disabilities that actually exist, there's a lot of technology available for accomodation. Stairs aren't a thing, so people who couldn't use stairs to begin with will be fine. There are gloves/sleeves/etc to help translate gesture-based languages to speech - though they are completely optional to the individual and not enforced. Any real-disability accommodations actually are taught to be entirely up to the individual, who can reject them and not be shamed or mocked for doing so. There's no push - they're just there.

But then come the powers. This is where the root of the discrimination is in TSP.

There are ones specific to a power - such as stereotypes. Telepaths, for example, are stereotyped to be mentally unstable, and most psychological hospitals are populated with telepaths. Telepaths often have to wear dampeners in certain locations. Teleporters can also be warded off. As soon as they're identified, chronokinetics (time manipulants) have their time traveling power suppressed, limited to only smaller changes.

The Class system for power rarity is also sometimes misinterpreted as a hierarchy by those who want to be seen as better for having a more rare power. In general, there are individuals who believe Their Power, or only specific powers, are superior. People with flying and intangibility and other less practical powers can be seen as inferior. Same goes for differing Levels of power - some people don't have the potential for higher abilities.

There are also traditional jobs they are expected to take. Those with superstrength should go into physical work and terrakinetics into construction.

But the most prominent is the Inutilia - the name given to those who never develop powers. If you know your Latin roots, you'd know this means useless. This is a relatively recent mutation where an Alii never develops powers - and in this society this is seen as a disability. This is where the ableism comes in. Society doesn't see a point to them.

The Big Conflict is the prejudice of the Inutilia. After decades of violence toward them, one group had enough and decided to basically attempt to overthrow the oppressive governments of the world and replace it with a new one. Another group was like "hey, how about we try to solve the prejudice without violence!?" And now the two sides are pissed at each other to say the absolute least.

Second group is the focus. As the series goes on, I deconstruct the bias in its leadership and actual more productive ways to counter the prejudice and promote equity. A lot of power corrupts themes. Hehe good luck to me lol.

So that's the basic overview of it? That was a lot. Working on this is super hard but super interesting. Figuring out all the social implications, bias, etc is a LOT. A lot of research too.

Hope that was a sufficient answer lol.

TSP intro

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[godlizzza]

can we get Dan bottoming? I think he deserves it after all he's been thru

Dan had never struggled to ask for what he wanted in the past.

However, in the past he had never felt the want to get fucked up the ass, so it hadn't really been a problem. Now, though, it was a problem. He and Herbert had only just settled into a kind of routine that incorporated sex into their daily lives, so for Dan to ask for a role reversal felt too spontaneous, too unscripted.

For some reason he was convinced that Herbert would make a big deal about it. That Herbert would grin and tease him about his desires until Dan was so hot with embarrassment he would burn to a crisp. So, he resolved to keep it to himself. After all, he certainly enjoyed what they were already doing, so was it really a great loss that he wouldn't know what if felt like to have Herbert inside him?

Christ, just thinking about it got him all hot and bothered.

Herbert had clearly picked up on Dan's antsy behaviour. He cast him a look across the kitchen counter one night while he was scrubbing dishes. Dan had taken the opportunity to sit at the counter and watch. It was a rare sight to see Herbert so scrubbed down and domestic, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and soapy suds clinging to his arms, so he tried to indulge in it when he could.

His sweet musings were broken when Herbert said, "You've been acting weird lately."

This had Dan's hand falling from its place propping up his chin to slap against the marble countertop. "Huh? Me? Acting weird?"

"Yes," Herbert said, narrowing his eyes at him. "So, what is it? Was it something I said?" His voice turned mocking on the last sentence, pulling Dan's mouth into a frown.

"No. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Herbert turned his attention completely on Dan then, ignoring the dishes still piled in the sink to place his fists on his hips. "Don't be difficult, Dan."

"I'm not-"

"You are, so just tell me. Is it something to do with that experiment from yesterday?"

"No, Herbert," Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was growing steadily warmer the longer this line of questioning went on. "It's nothing to do with the lab."

"Then what?" Herbert sounded exasperated, as thought Dan were being ridiculous.

And maybe he was. Weren't you supposed to openly communicate with the people you were fooling around with? Even if that person was Herbert? With another sigh, Dan tried to push past his embarrassment and get his thoughts in order.

"It's about us. And...sex," Dan admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

Herbert merely pursed his lips. "Alright. What about it? Let me guess, we're not having enough of it to satisfy you?"

"No," Dan shot back, heat shooting up his neck (though he certainly wouldn't refuse if more sex was on the table). "I was just wondering if you'd ever thought about, you know...switching it up?"

"How do you mean?"

Dan licked at his lips, which had suddenly gone dry. "I mean, like...have you ever wanted to-? Like, instead of me fucking you-?"

"Oh." Herbert blinked at him as though he'd been expected a far more complicated answer than the one Dan had just stammered out to him. "You want me to fuck you?"

Dan bit down on the stab of lust that hit his stomach at Herbert's words. He settled for nodding, trying to decipher the look on Herbert's face. The look that held no trace of mocking contempt. Herbert, instead of pointing and laughing at Dan for asking to get his ass pounded, simply shrugged instead.

"Alright," Herbert said, drying his hands off on a dishrag. "Did you want to do that right now?"

Dan nearly fell right out of his seat.

They didn't end up doing it right away. Dan had a shower first, during which he cleaned himself thoroughly and attempted to finger himself open. The idea of having Herbert do it--of prolonging any instance that would involve Herbert kneeling behind him and staring directly at his naked, spread open ass cheeks--was too much to consider. It would be simpler if they could just get right to it, Dan decided. He'd tried this on himself a handfull of times, but it hadn't been for too long, and never with the intention of sticking something larger inside afterwards.

However, he thought he managed to do an okay job of it. So, by the time he emerged from the bathroom in only a towel, the water still clinging to his chest and dripping from his hair, there was a slight ache between his legs. Herbert was sat on the edge of the bed, folding up his pants and laying them on the ottoman. This gave Dan a prime view of Herbert's bare legs, milky-white and dusted with dark hair. His shirt-stays were still clinging to his thighs, the ring of them ending just past the cuff of his underwear. The sight nearly drove Dan to forget about his own plans to get railed and throw Herbert down on the bed to ravish him.

But then Herbert looked up at him and swept his gaze along the length of his body. The way his eyes darkened and settled to stare at Dan's bare chest had Dan swallowing against the sudden thickness in his throat.

"How did you go?" Herbert asked, his voice coming out oddly scratchy.

"Um, okay, I think," Dan replied, slowly approaching the edge of the bed. He didn't know how to start this. Should he just lay there and let Herbert have his way with him? He had no idea. "Uh, I'm not sure- How do you normally like it?"

Herbert took a moment to consider this, eying Dan up as he did. Eventually he rose to his feet and took Dan's hand, guiding him to take his spot on the edge of the mattress. "I'm not too picky but I quite like it like this."

He gently pushed at Dan's chest until Dan laid back, his feet still touching the carpeted floor. Herbert crowded in close until he was stood between Dan's legs, leaning forward to stroke his hands along Dan's thighs. His fingers brushing under the towel and hiking it higher up towards his hips had Dan sucking in a sharp breath.

Herbert's eyes were twin flames of burning desire as he loomed over him. "What do you think?"

Once again, Dan's voice failed him, so he just nodded jerkily. "Uh- Yes. Yes, okay."

"Good," Herbert said, sounding equally shaky.

He leaned down until his elbows pressed into the mattress on either side of Dan's torso. Dan pushed himself up to meet Herbert in the middle. They kissed languidly for a moment, Dan closing his eyes to luxuriate in the feel of Herbert's lips on his. Then Herbert gasped against his mouth and the temperature in the room spiked. Dan could feel himself getting hard as Herbert trailed a hand down his stomach, brushing the hairs along his navel, before settling on the edge of the towel.

It was when Herbert teasingly stroked his fingers along the length of Dan's erection over the towel that Dan wrenched his mouth away with a stuttering breath.

"Okay, come on. Touch me."

"So impatient," Herbert chuckled.

He tugged the towel open and Dan was suddenly naked, splayed out below Herbert who was still half dressed. Something about that just turned Dan on more and he was suddenly desperate for Herbert's cock. His face burned at the thought and he covered his eyes with his hands, sure that what he was thinking must've been written all over him. He heard the sound of a bottle being popped opened and the squelch of lube being squirted out. He only peeked between his fingers when he felt the cool brush of Herbert's slick fingers at his ass.

Herbert's face was tense with concentration as he pushed a finger inside. Dan gasped at the intrusion but it didn't hurt. Herbert's pointer finger easily slid all the way in to the knuckle. He added another and then quickly another, pumping Dan with three fingers, testing him out. Dan clutched at the sheets, eyes screwed shut as he tried to get comfortable, adapting to this new sensation. It was okay--something Dan could get used to--but it was when Herbert grasped his dick to jerk him off in tandem with his fingers that he moaned.

"Good?" Herbert asked softly and Dan nodded vigorously.

"Yes. You're so- Ah!"

Herbert curled his fingers, brushing against that sweet spot inside Dan and Dan saw stars. White hot pleasure lanced down his spine, sending his toes curling against the carpet. Were it not for Herbert's handing squeezing his cock he might've come right then and there.

"Fuck," Dan wheezed, blinking against the sweat trickling down his brow. "Fuck."

"Okay," Herbert said tightly, pulling his fingers out and releasing his cock. "I think you're, um, good to go."

Dan whined at the loss, suddenly feeling empty. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch Herbert unclasp his shirt-stays. They flopped down to dangle over his thighs, but the rings of black spandex remained taught around his legs like matching torniquets. Then he was pushing his underwear down to pool around his ankles and stepping out of them. Watching Herbert stroke himself, slicking himself up, getting ready to fuck him- It did things to Dan's psyche.

Herbert stepped close, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other running up and down Dan's leg. He pushed at Dan's thigh until Dan got the message and curled his legs up, lifting his feet off the ground. Laying there like that, his knees splayed apart, Herbert standing between his legs, he'd never been more exposed, but he didn't feel embarrassed about it, like he'd thought he would be. Instead, he just thrummed with anticipation as Herbert lined the head of his cock up with his entrance. The brush of Herbert's cock against his ass made him shiver, his body aching to be filled.

Herbert flicked his eyes up to Dan. "Ready?"

"Yes," Dan said in a rush, the words spilling over his lips. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's just- Okay?"

Herbert bit down on his lip, seemingly to fight off a smile. "Okay. Let's just."

And then he was pushing inside, cutting off anything else Dan might've even thought about saying. It took a minute of pushing in and pausing to give Dan time to adjust before Herbert was finally sheathed inside him. When his hips were flush with the back of Dan's thighs, Dan let out a choked groan. Herbert wasn't a big guy but it was still the most of another person that Dan had ever had inside his body. It was so much. He had no idea how Herbert did this on the regular, like it was no big deal.

Herbert's face was pinched with desire, his eyes squeezed shut and his glasses slipping down his nose. His breathing was coming out in shallow puffs, colour flushing up his neck and dotting his cheeks. He looked blissed out before he'd even started moving. It made a surge of fondness for him swell inside Dan. He had never met a more trying, irritating person than Herbert, but in that moment, he was as endeared to him as he'd ever been.

"You can move now," Dan told him, his voice sounding too loud in the quiet of the room.

Herbert cracked his eyes open and nodded. He rocked his hips slightly before pulling out and thrusting back in. Dan gasped at the feeling, his hand flying out to grab Herbert's collar. Herbert kept his grip on Dan's legs folded in on his chest as he began to set up a stuttering rhythm. With every thrust, a little breathy cry was dragged from Dan's throat. He felt like he ought to be doing something--contributing in some way--but he supposed his ass was the contribution. He was so used to being active during sex that he had to keep reminding himself that just laying there and taking it was what he was supposed to be doing.

Herbert clearly didn't have any complaints if the string of deep grunts he was letting out as he pounded into him were any indication. Dan gritted his teeth and hissed at a particularly hard thrust that pushed him up the sheets a few inches.

"Sorry," Herbert huffed, his voice coming out rough and throaty. "Too much?"

"Maybe a little," Dan rasped.

Herbert kept going at a gentler pace, fucking him with short, slow movements that had Dan letting out a wobbly breath.

"I don't know how you do this," Herbert whispered.

Dan barked a laugh at that, blinking up at the ceiling as Herbert hunched over him further. "That bad, huh?"

"Shut it. It's not bad. It's--mm--good. Very good. So good I don't know how you--ah!--make it last."

"With much difficulty," Dan told him sliding his hand around to clutch at the back of Herbert's neck. He yanked him down until their foreheads were touching and gasped, "Now, come on. Don't stop."

Herbert's eyes widened. "Did you think I was going to?"

Instead of responding, Dan pushed his face up to kiss him. He moaned into the kiss as Herbert continued to fuck him, drawing a sound out of Herbert that vibrated between their lips. Dan hooked one of his legs around Herbert's back to tug him even closer, even deeper, and that was enough to send Herbert over the edge. His mouth fell open against Dan's as he came inside of him with a guttural groan.

The feeling of a wetness spreading out inside of him was odd to Dan. Odd but not unpleasant. The knowledge that it was Herbert's come, that he'd enjoyed fucking Dan so much that he'd shot his load inside of him just made his eyes flutter shut and relish in the feeling.

Herbert's shoulders slumped but he didn't collapse on top of Dan. Instead, he pushed himself up on an elbow and reached between them to take Dan's cock in his hand. Dan was so worked up, so turned on by the sound of Herbert crying out as he'd reached his orgasm playing in his head over and over, that it didn't take long for Herbert's clever hand to work him up to the edge. He buried his face in Herbert's neck as he came, some gurgled noise tearing from his throat as he shot ropes of come over his own stomach.

Herbert pulled out and rolled off of him to slump beside Dan on the bed. This left Dan with the decidedly grosser sensation of feeling Herbert's come leaking out of his ass. He'd definitely be needing another shower.

"Well?" Herbert said after what seemed like eons.

"Yeah?" was all Dan's sex-addled brain could formulate.

Herbert huffed out a scoff of a laugh and turned his head to the side to look at him. "Well, what did you think?"

"You're asking me to think? Right now?" Dan complained, rolling his head to stare back at Herbert. He was still flushed, his pale skin blotchy in places and his hair a mess, but he still managed to look imperious as he raised an eyebrow at Dan. Dan rolled his eyes. "It was good, okay? Really good. You totally rocked my world, baby."

Herbert gagged and tried to roll away but Dan caught him round the waist and pulled him back down against the bed.

"I was having a good time until you said that," Herbert said, pouting just enough to tempt Dan to lean over and kiss him.

Dan hummed into the kiss, breaking away only far enough to mumble against Herbert's mouth, "I can show you a good time."

Then he was throwing his leg over Herbert's hips and crowding in on top of him. If he was going to need a shower later, anyway, he might as well get a little dirtier.

[amoreeny]

Oh Mr.Evans

pairings : Chris Evans & Fem!Reader

synopsis : you get the role to work in a Marvel movie and Chris may or may not have put a good word for you to get the role.

warnings : none i think

*also, english is not my first language so sorry if theyre any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

*not my GIF*

I have been waiting weeks for this phone call I were anxious because they told me they would call and its been over a month now,  I were sure that I hadn't got the part so you just gave up. Then the phone started to ring. I look at Chris whose seated next to me on my couch.

-ON THE PHONE-

"Hello" I say answering the phone

"Yes hello is this (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" The random person asks

"Yes this is she. Who am I speaking to?" I ask with visible confusion on my face.

" Hi,(Y/N) This is Joss Whedon and I would love to congratulate you on getting the role of the new love interest for Captain America, Loellie Saint in the new Marvel Cinematic Universe 'The Avengers'.I believe you already know what the backstory of your character is right?" Joss asks.

"Yes I do" I say while freaking out silently while looking at Chris who is more confused from before.

"Great, we'll love to have you come in a couple of days for your screen testing. We'll text you the information" Joss says.

"Alright thank you so much" I have a huge smile plastered on your face while having your back towards Chris.

"No worries, Take care we'll see you soon" He says.

"Bye" I say.

I hang up and start jumping up and down in excitement. Chris is sitting on the couch smiling at me because he knows the news I just received because he's the one who put in the good word about me after my audition

"OMG OMG OMG" I jump around while Chris is laughing in confusion.

"I got the part!" I push back and look at him.

"I know" He smiles while looking at me.

"What do you mean 'I know' Christopher?" I look at him.

"Well, I may or may not have put in a good word for you because I know you've been dying to start acting. That's why I told you about the audition" He looks at me while trying to keep a straight face.

Me and Chris have been friends since high school and he knew how much I wanted to get into acting and get into the Marvel. I've acted in big movies and I'm well known. Well at least in my eyes.

Me and Chris have risen to fame together but Chris is mainly is the famous one out of the both of us. I really didn't mind, but what was mostly annoying was the paparazzi and the media. They would spread false information about me and Chris' relationship. Even though me and him are just best friends. I would join him at his interviews because of his anxiety and mostly for moral support and people kept reading it wrong and thinking we were together because of how much time we would spend time together.

"Chris.. You know you didn't have too right" I kinda feel bad because he had to go through all that pain just to get me this role.

"I know, but I just wanted to give you an opportunity. And you can spend more time with me" He says as he wiggles his eyebrows while getting closer to me and pushing me softly with his shoulder

"Like I don't spend enough time with you already Chris" I laugh at his actions.

"Wow i'm deeply hurt Y/N" He puts his hand on his heart and pretends to be hurt by my 'hurtful words'

I laugh and slap his arm softly

"You're such a dork" A bit of your accent had come out and you rolled you eyes

"Steve Rogers and Loelle Saint, super solider fight crime fighting couple" He moves his hands over his face like he's presenting the newest iPhone or something.

"You're honestly so weird Christopher" I laugh while rolling your eyes

"Yeah yeah" He smiles

I shake my head while crossing my arms again keeping a straight face.

"These few months will be the best" He looks at me with his mischievous smile telling me to buckle up for the pranks he has up his sleeve.

"Oh god" I groan and put you face in your hands

Chris laughs and stands up

"Come on, Me You and Sebastian are going out to celebrate you" He says as he gets up and walks to the door.

"Okay... what time should I be ready" I stand up and look at him. I honestly didn't want to go out. I just wanted to sleep.

"Around 8pm, Ill let Seb know" He says as he walks out the door

"Alright see you soon" I say as I walk to my room having my dog follow me.

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Hey Guys!

This is my first post so i hope you like it! This is my story on Wattpad with the same title! That story is currently in editing so im not posting there, so there maybe some different things from here and the book. So i hoped you enjoyed it!

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Imodna Whitestone Date

In honor of Valentine's Day, I'm posting a snippet of Imodna's Whitestone Date! Can be read as a standalone, but you can check out the rest of the story here.

As the winding corridor opens up into the opulent great hall of Castle Whitestone, Imogen feels the giddiness slip from her grasp, leaving a tense sort of emptiness in its wake. The room is bustling with important looking people: The Voice of the Tempest and her companions scattered amongst them.

Imogen couldn't care less about the lot of them, if she's being perfectly honest. Not right now. She's got her sights set on the door, walking intently towards it, practically tugging Laudna behind her in her haste. She just needs to get out of this room, and then they can forget about everything and enjoy the evening she has planned. She just needs to -

"Imogen." Laudna slows, pulling them to a stop in an alcove.

"Hmm?" Imogen glances over at Laudna, noting the look of concern on her face. "Everything alright?"

"I was actually going to ask you that, darling." Laudna gives her hand a squeeze, tentative smile on her lips. "You know I appreciate you looking out for me, especially here." Her free hand, the one not currently clutching Imogen's, gestures to their surroundings. "But there's no need to rush out on my account. This place…it looks different, now. I can handle it."

"I know - I know you can," Imogen shrugs her shoulders a bit, pulling her lips into a crooked smile as she continues, "I'm just…excited to get goin' on that date, I reckon."

Laudna quirks a brow.

“I am!" Imogen huffs.

“Imogen…” Laudna starts, in that fond, but tired tone of voice.

"I've got bad memories in this place, too. Alright?” Imogen snaps, immediately wincing. "I'm sorry. It's just that - ” She deflates, breaking eye contact with a wide-eyed Laudna, gaze flitting over to a shadowed corner of the great hall. “We brought you here, last time. Before we went to Ms. Trickfoot, I mean.”

“Oh.” Laudna hums in thought. “Oh. I’m sorry, dear. I didn't realize.”

“You couldn't have known. You were…” Imogen pinches the bridge of her nose with the hand not cradled in Laudna's, trying desperately to ignore the increasing buzz of the surrounding conversations, ricocheting between the stone walls.

“You can talk to me about it, you know.” Lauda prods softly. “What happened while I was dead.”

Imogen flinches.

Laudna gives the scarred hand wrapped in her own a gentle squeeze. “You shouldn't have to carry it all on your own, darling. I know it’s been weighing on you.”

And it has been. Wrapping around her aching chest like a too-tight corset. Pressing on her shoulders, riddling them with tension. Always present, always aching. The loss, the fear. It's been eating her alive.

“Lord Percival, he made us - " Imogen cuts herself off, closing her eyes. Laudna, lying on the stone floor of the great hall, unblinking eyes peeking out from the unwrapped shawl. Too cold, too stiff, even for Laudna's standards. She shakes her head after a few seconds, as if to physically clear the image from her mind. “I can't - not right now..”

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for pushing, dear.” Laudna reaches out to stroke Imogen's cheek, frowning as her fingers come away damp. “Whatever that man did, or made you do, it doesn't matter anymore. You brought me back. I'm right here.”

“You're right,” Imogen sighs, wiping at her face with her sleeve. “M'sorry Laudna. I finally get the chance to take you out on a date and I've already managed to mess it all up.”

“Don't be silly,” Laudna tuts, twirling her fingers with a flourish. Any trace of tears clinging to Imogen's cheeks is quickly replaced with a gentle warmth. “There! Good as new, darling.”

Laudna stares at her for a moment, the fond look in her eyes warming Imogen's cheeks even further. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind Imogen's ear, spindly finger tracing the shell of her ear, leans in and whispers, “And gorgeous as ever, might I add.”

Imogen fails to suppress a shiver as Laudna's cool breath dances across her neck, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Laudna notes her reaction with a curious hum and steps closer, angular hip bones pressing Imogen into the stone wall behind her. Imogen's hands gravitate towards Laudna's waist, scarred fingers clutching at the fabric of her blouse as cool lips press against the delicate skin beneath her ear. The lips linger for a moment, and then pull away.

Before Imogen has a chance to be disappointed, Laudna presses another kiss just below the first. Then another. And another. By the time the kisses reach her pulse point, Imogen's heart is racing. She knows Laudna must be able to feel it thrumming under her lips, but she doesn't have it in her to be self-conscious when it feels so good.

She doubles down on that sentiment as one of Laudna's hands drifts up to Imogen's neck, thumb tracing the angular bone of her jaw, and the other grasps at the curve of her hip, giving the soft flesh a squeeze. It sends a rush of warmth across her body, a sharp contrast to the cold stone wall she's pressed against.

Shit. They're still in the castle, where any dignitary or diplomat could happen upon them. Or worse, Chetney.

Imogen nervously glances around the room, but no one seems to notice the pair tangled together in the alcove.

No one except for Orym, that is. He dutifully looks away as their eyes meet, a blush clinging to his soft, but angular features. It's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on Imogen's head.

“Laudna,” Imogen sputters, having to clear her throat. “We should probably - ”

Laudna suddenly steps back, hands flying off of Imogen's body like they'd been scalded on a hot pan. Gone is the confident, charming persona she'd had mere seconds ago as she frantically begins to ramble.

“Imogen, darling, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? Was it too much? Oh, it was too much. I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean to - ”

Imogen cuts her off with a kiss, much chaster than the ones Laudna had painted across her throat. She lingers for a moment, savoring the feeling of their lips pressed together. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to it. Pulling back just enough to get a good look at Laudna's face, Imogen reaches up and cradles her face in her hands. The concern seems to melt from Laudna's features at the contact.

“You've got nothing to apologize for, baby,” Imogen reassures, marveling at exactly how soft she becomes in moments like these.

Laudna scrunches her face. “I don't? But you - ”

Imogen sighs. “Orym saw us. He looked away, but still. Kinda, killed the vibe.”

“I see…” Laudna flashes a quick glance over her shoulder, spotting the halfling in conversation with Keyleth once more, though his pointed ears are still tinted pink. “So, it was okay? What I, what we - I know things are still sort of…new. I just want to make sure that you're comfortable, dear.”

Imogen's chest warms at the sheer amount of care Laudna always seems to treat her with.

“Laudna, honey, I've been wanting you to kiss me like that for about as long as I've known you.”

“Oh…” Laudna eyes grow wide. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Imogen rolls her eyes fondly. She musses with her hair, half-heartedly trying to make sure she's presentable. “Now, as much fun as it is making out in public like horny teenagers, we do have some actual plans to get to.”

[silverynight]

Crime lord

Dark fic

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It's late when Tanjirou finds himself in a predicament; he always walks back home when his work shift is over and is ready to buy some food for his sister.

However, the streets he has to walk on are usually dangerous; Tanjirou has learned to avoid the men and women who gather around certain spots, but sometimes they see him. He knows he's not someone that can catch their attention, but some days they're a little bit bored...

Today is one of those days. At first Tanjirou tries to ignore them even though he knows they're following him, then he tries to run, but they manage to corner him easily. There are other people around, some of them are just passing by and they all know what's going on, but Tanjirou knows none of them will help him and he honestly he doesn't blame them.

Tanjirou knows how to fight (he had to learn in order to protect his sister and himself) but he knows he's no match for six people.

They ask for money and even though it was for his and Nezuko's dinner, he knows it's more important to come back home to her.

He tries to offer it to them, but they push him against the nearest wall anyway; he presses his lips together not to mention anything about his sister, but tries to persuade them to take the money and let him go.

One of them hits him on the stomach, but Tanjirou doesn't make any sounds of pain; he's not sure if they're waiting for him to show any signs of weakness or not.

After Tanjirou gets hit a couple of times, a brave soul walks in the alleyway; Tanjirou tries to tell him to go, that it's not worth it to try to save him, but the shadow keeps walking towards them.

When he walks into the light, Tanjirou realizes the man doesn't actually belong there, he's not sure what he's doing in that part of the city. His hair looks like flames: blond and red, his eyes almost shine in the darkness. He looks wealthy; he wears a black suit that has dark red flames painted on his sleeves and Tanjirou can see there's a katana attached to his belt.

A little bit dizzy, Tanjirou falls to the ground as soon as the ones holding him let him go, they gather around the newcomer and Tanjirou tries to stand to help him, but suddenly, they all are running away.

He's not sure what happened.

"Are you alright?" Kneeling so close to him, Tanjirou realizes that the man is actually young, but still clearly older than himself.

"Yes," Tanjirou nods, even though his chin hurts. "Thank you."

"Don't worry, I'll find them and deal with them later," the stranger assures him, moving closer and placing a hand on Tanjirou's cheek. "I'll take you home first."

Before Tanjirou can figure out what's going on, the man scoops him up, carrying him easily in his arms.

"No! There's no need! I can walk on my own," Tanjirou assures him. "You have done too much for me already!"

"Let me help you," he smiles back, pressing his forehead against Tanjirou's. For some reason he knows that there's no point in trying to convince the man to let him go.

"Alright," he agrees.

The building where Nezuko and he live looks like is about to fall, he knows that, which is why it doesn't surprise him when the man glances at it with a worried expression. He parks his expensive car in front and carries Tanjirou up the stairs where a worried Nezuko is already waiting at the other side of the door.

She looks alarmed at the sight, but Tanjirou explains quickly what happened while the man sits him on a chair carefully, almost like he's afraid to break Tanjirou.

"Thanks for saving my brother, uhh, sir..."

"Oh, sorry! How rude of me! I haven't introduced myself yet!" He smiles; he's a little bit loud and full of energy, but Tanjirou has decided that he likes him. "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro."

"Kamado Tanjirou," the redhead mumbles, gesturing to himself. "And this is Nezuko."

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Rengoku says, kneeling in front of Tanjirou's chair, narrowing his eyes as soon as he notices the bruises and cuts on his face. "Nezuko, do you have something here to patch your brother up?"

"Of course!"

"Rengoku-san, you don't have to–"

"It's alright, Tanjirou," he cuts him off, cradling his face and stroking his cheeks with his thumbs. "I want to do this."

Nezuko is watching them while Rengoku takes care of Tanjirou's wounds. She has a very intense expression on her face, like she always does whenever she wants to figure something out.

"This place is not safe," Rengoku blurts out suddenly.

"I know, but we can't move out... At least not now," Tanjirou tries to explain. He suddenly feels bad for not having a better place for his sister...

"I'd like to take you to my house," Rengoku says. Tanjirou is already thinking about how generous he is while Nezuko, on the other hand, frowns at him. "I understand if you don't trust me yet. But at least let me help you. I can also find you a better place right now. An apartment for the two of you."

Tanjirou knows Nezuko and right now she looks like she's about to refuse, but then she gets a glimpse of all the scratches and bruises on Tanjirou's face.

"Okay... Although I think we'll take the apartment," she mumbles.

It's easy to leave the room, they don't have many things, the furniture wasn't even theirs so they quickly pack everything up.

Tanjirou almost regrets it when they arrive at the new building, it's obvious that part of the city is for rich people...

"Rengoku-san..."

"Don't worry about it, my boy," he makes a dismissive gesture at him before getting out of the car, carrying him towards the entrance as Nezuko follows them close, looking around in awe.

A man is waiting for them outside the apartment, a man who bows as soon as he sees Rengoku, opens the door for them and helps the siblings with their suitcases.

Rengoku leaves Tanjirou on a couch, kisses him on the top of his head before heading outside to talk to the man who immediately nods and gives him something before leaving.

"These are your keys now," Rengoku says, before handing them to Nezuko.

"Rengoku-san... I don't think I have enough money to pay for the rent right now–"

"Don't worry about it, Tanjirou," he cuts him off, grinning at him. "We'll talk about it later. Now you need to rest."

"Thank you," the redhead mumbles sincerely before pulling Rengoku into a hug. "Really... Thank you for everything!"

"It's my pleasure," he whispers back, before turning to press a kiss on Tanjirou's cheek. He then nods at Nezuko before saying: "Goodnight."

His sister looks at the door even after Rengoku leaves and frowns like she's trying to think about something.

Someone knocks an hour later (startling them a little) and brings them food, assuring them it's already payed for.

They eat, although Tanjirou is not sure if this is not some sort of a weird dream. Well, he knows it wouldn't hurt that much if it was.

***

It doesn't take long for Rengoku to convince Tanjirou to accept a job at a small flower shop he owns; even though Nezuko doesn't say it out loud, she's relieved knowing Tanjirou has stopped working at that bar.

They meet Senjuro a couple of weeks later, he's about Nezuko's age and quickly becomes really good friends with her. Which is the main reason why the girl agrees to go to a private school (the same one as Senjuro) instead of the one she was studying at.

Although sometimes Nezuko worries and talks about it with Tanjirou late at night, before they go to sleep.

"I don't know... I just... I don't want to owe him... He's done a lot for us. It's too much..."

"I have a stable job now," Tanjirou assures her with a hopeful grin. "I'll pay Rengoku-san for everything eventually."

Nezuko narrows her eyes and bites her bottom lip like she's stopping herself from saying something else.

"Tanjirou... He's rich. I think he has more money than we are aware of," she whispers. "I don't think he wants money in return."

"What do you mean?" Tanjirou says, genuinely confused.

Her head turns towards the big bouquet of flowers in the middle of the dinning table.

Tanjirou blushes, remembering that moment; Rengoku walked in the flower shop with a huge grin on his face and both hands on his back. Kocho (the woman who works with Tanjirou, his boss actually) rolled her eyes and said something about having to make a flower crown in the back room before leaving them alone.

As if he wasn't the owner of the shop, Rengoku payed Tanjirou for a bouquet of red roses. He took them and waited until the end of Tanjirou's shift to give them to him before taking him back to the apartment.

"Those were a gift," he finds himself saying, smiling softly, cheeks bright red.

"I think he's in love with you, Tanjirou."

The thought makes him fuzzy and warm inside, but he knows that's not possible; it's true that Rengoku has done a lot for them, but that doesn't mean he loves him like that.

"We're friends."

"He's taken you out to dinner more than once," Nezuko points out.

Tanjirou remembers each and every single one of those evenings... Rengoku always insists on paying for everything and takes him to really expensive places... Although Tanjirou always has a great time with him.

"But–"

"He never asks me to go with you, it's always just you and him," she chuckles, like that's enough proof.

"That's because you're usually busy doing homework with Senjuro," Tanjirou mumbles, feeling a little bit flustered.

"Listen, Senjuro is a great friend and I adore him, but sometimes I think he purposely distracts me so his big brother can take you on dates..."

"They're not dates!" Tanjirou assures her, blushing to the tip of his ears.

Nezuko rolls her eyes, sighs and takes both of Tanjirou's hands in hers.

"I'm sure he loves you. I've seen it in his eyes every time he comes here and stays with us for a while. That's okay. If you love him back it's fine with me. But... I just... Sometimes I worry because we really don't know much about him or his family. I mean how does he get all that money?"

"Nezuko, he has the flower shop–"

"Tell me, Tanjirou. Do you honestly believe all his money comes from that small shop? Look at his suits! Each of them must've costed a fortune! And I'm not gonna even mention his car..."

"Maybe he has more businesses," Tanjirou says, feeling the sudden need to defend Rengoku. "He doesn't have to tell us everything about his life."

Nezuko sighs, but relaxes a little bit.

"You know what? You're right! I feel like I'm being really ungrateful... He's done a lot for us and I'm here trying to tell you not to trust him!" Nezuko mumbles, looking like she really regrets it. "I'm sorry, it's just... I worry about you and since he's very much interested in you l–"

"Don't worry, Nezuko," Tanjirou leans to pull her closer to his chest into a tight hug. "Rengoku-san is a good person. We'll be fine."

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

***

Shinobu watches amusedly as Kyojuro looks with a pleased smile to the most expensive engagement ring she's ever seen in her life. It has rubies and a couple of yellow diamonds on it, the colors of the Rengoku family.

Because Tanjirou, that sweet young man she pretends to work with in that flower shop, is going to become a Rengoku soon. Kyojuro is not good at being subtle (and it seems he doesn't want to) and she knew the moment he brought Tanjirou to the shop that he was completely in love with him.

"When?" She asks, knowing that she doesn't need to specify.

Kyojuro's smile becomes impossibly wide.

"As soon as possible. Probably on our next date."

"Are you going to tell him?" Shinobu asks, curious. She'd be afraid to ask such a dangerous question if it wasn't for the fact that she considers Kyojuro something like a friend of sorts, even though she's basically an assassin that works for him.

It's weird how the universe works; Shinobu thought Kyojuro was going to marry someone in his own circle, someone who already knew the dangers of being with a crime lord who owns half of the city.

But to be fair, she had never seen him interested in anyone... Until now.

"Tanjirou doesn't need to know about this," Kyojuro says, smile quickly vanishing from his face. Of course he won't tell him. Tanjirou is a sunshine, Shinobu is almost sure he wouldn't agree to marry someone like Kyojuro. He's too innocent; he doesn't like when people get hurt and tries to help as many people as he can. He even told Shinobu once that he had forgiven the people who attacked him. He just wished they didn't hurt anyone else. "I'll make sure he doesn't find out."

Shinobu is sure Kyojuro would never hurt Tanjirou, but she's not so sure about those around him, especially if they try to tell him the truth about Kyojuro.

"Did you find the ones who hurt him?"

"I dealt with most of them," she nods. "But I left the one who punched him to you."

This time, the smile on Kyojuro's face is not sweet or full of love like the one he always has whenever he talks about Tanjirou, this grin is terrifying.

"How generous of you, Shinobu," he says, satisfied. "I need to make sure he suffers for the things he did to my Tanjirou. And also turn his body into a warning so no one touches what is mine again."

With a fond smile on his lips, Kyojuro takes the ring back into its case and Shinobu is just really glad that Tanjirou doesn't have a boyfriend or girlfriend... Otherwise they'd be in serious danger...

At least she knows Tanjirou and his sister will be safe, even though they're under the protection of the most dangerous man in the whole city.

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24 - Pumpkins and Costumes

Part 25

The Texas Tire Family

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Pushing the stroller through the grocery store I had our kids with us shopping for their Halloween costumes while Georgie was holding down the store. Going down the isle of costumes Montana was sitting inside the cart with the girls walking beside me. Evelyn rushed forward spotting a star wars costume of Princess Leia. She tugged on the bottom of the package since she wasn't tall enough. "Mommy, can I get this one?"

"Sure. I'll have to find you a headband that has her hairstyle though." Tossing the package in the cart we kept moving forward.

Aurora scanned the pictures until she found one that looked like a female version of Indiana Jones. "Mom, look at this. I want this one."

"Alright. What is it, Montana?" He was tugging on my shirt a little harshly trying to get my attention.

Shifting my gaze forward I saw his tiny fingers were grabbing a hold of a batman package. "Bat…bat."

"Oh I get it." I nodded grabbing both costumes until something came to my mind making me chuckle at my son and my youngest daughter. "You know you're uncle Sheldon won't like it that Leia and Batman are friends. Since they're from two different franchises…but don't worry we're still getting them."

Walking up to the woman at the cash register she eyed me and my three kids clearly remembering who I was. And I remembered who her parents were too. Her mom helped George Sr when Missy had her first period and now I was interacting with her teenage daughter. "My mom knew you. You’re the girl who had a kid before she was married. You slept with that Cooper boy. Not the smart one, but his brother."

"Can I just check out please." I changed the subject, putting my items on the table for her. "Are you excited for Halloween tomorrow?"

The girl nodded seeing the kids costumes they'd picked out. "Yes I am. Oh and you’re kids are adorable…"

I could she wanted to say more than that but I handed her the money and grabbed our stuff quickly before she could say more. "Happy…Halloween." Montana called out to her as I held him in one arm, carrying the bag in my other.

"Bye." Evelyn waved to the cashier woman with Aurora following behind her.

Putting the bag in the truck and Montana in his carseat in the back with Evelyn I got in the driver's seat. Aurora got in the front with me looking over at me where I was almost crying. "Mom, are you gonna cry?"

"Uh…no. I'm fine." I sniffed some tears back using my jacket sleeve to stop them. But my other hand gripped the steering wheel knowing that this still shouldn't affect how people in this town saw us. Turning the engine of the car on I started driving home not saying anything until we got back. "Mommy is totally fine. I just remember that woman's mother is all. Now let’s go carve pumpkins."

The girls went around and covered the kitchen table with newspapers. I had their costumes hanging in the laundry room. Montana was in his highchair eating some Mac and cheese so I could help the girls with their pumpkins. The front door opened when I cut off the top of one of them, seeing Georgie. "Hey honey, how was the store today?"

"Pretty good. I managed to sell almost 100 tires in an hour." He shrugged off his leather jacket hanging it on the hook by the door.

He walks over the second I sat the knife down on the table and he spun me around so that he could kiss me which caused Eve and Montana tp make disused noises. Breaking the kiss I put a hand on my hip so they knew I was serious. "Be nice or daddy and I won't help you carve pumpkins."

After the kids ate their lunch we got straight to work. Georgie started pulling out some of the seeds and then let the kids each do it on their own. "This is so gross.." Aurora said pulling out a huge handful and putting it on the newspaper.

"Rora, Rora think fast." Evelyn suddenly launched a handful of pumpkins skin and seeds at her sister’s face.

It got all over her face and even in her hair where she grumbled going into the bathroom. "Seriously Eve. Act your age."

"I'm this many." Montana held up two fingers showing me and Georgie.

Georgie held down his hand to his son's level giving him a high five. "That's my little man."

"Eve, I told you don’t make too much of a mess or no TV before bed tonight." Sending a raised brow to my daughter she looked at the ground sadly.

"Sorry Mommy." She apologized.

Kissing her forehead I heard my phone going off in the other room. Moving to grab it I could see that it was a video call coming in from Penny. Clinking the answer button I waved. "Hi Penny, what's up girl?"

"Leonard and I decided to have a Halloween party and you guys haven't seen the baby yet. So why don't you come up for the weekend?" She suggested it to me.

Georgie and Evelyn were laughing when I looked in their direction seeing that the pair were throwing some pumpkin guts at Montana but weren't making as much of a mess as earlier with Aurora. Turning my attention back to the blonde I responded. "That sounds great, Penny. We should be able to make the trip. I'll let you know if something changes. I'll talk to you later." Hanging up the phone and laying it on the table going back over to the trio.

"Hey honey, what was Penny calling about?" Georgie asked, walking over to me putting a hand on my hip tugging me close to his chest, sending me a smile.

Draping my arms around his neck I grinned up to my husband leaving up on my toes to give him a kiss. "She wants us to come up to California for a Halloween party where they are having to meet their baby, Wyatt."

"I think that's doable, darling." He responded by kissing the crown of my head.

Aurora came back from the bathroom finally wiping off the mess that her sister had covered her in. "Eve, no more pumpkin launching at me. I'll do marshmallow fights but not with pumpkins."

"Okay…sissy." Eve responded simply.

Montana reached inside the pumpkin on his own baby one that we had bought him. "Here we go, little man." Georgie came back over taking the knife carving a smile into his pumpkin.

"Can I have fangs on mine, dad. That would be school." Aurora questions her father sitting back down on the kitchen barstool by her pumpkin watching him carve.

Her father nodded in agreement finishing the carving. "There's some rocking fangs, Rora. Eve, what do you want?"

"One with rounded eyes and mouth." She clapped her hands together.

It was a few hours before sunset before we could put out the pumpkins. The kids were heading to bed by the time I had cleaned the kitchen and threw away the newspapers covered in pumpkins guts. Georgie was sitting on the couch in front of the TV tuning into a football game. "How was your day, Y/n?" He lifted his right arm allowing me to snuggle up against him once I laid down.

"Pretty good. Hopefully since Halloween is on a Friday the kids will go to bed for most of Saturday to give us time to rest." I sighed in relief meeting his soft brown eyes running one hand through his curls, seeing him send me a soft expression. "But I did feel off when the teenage girl working at the gas station recognized me. I remember her mom from when Missy had her first lady mouth."

"I bet that would be weird. Like seeing my mom at the Tire store or at the laundromat we used to work at." Georgie got lost in thought. "That would be super odd if I saw any of our kids working where we used to work."

Laying my head back down on his chest I intertwined my freehand with his. "Even though it's hard living in a small town where everyone knows everyone, I do enjoy it here. And I know the kids do too. What about you, Georgie?"

"I wouldn't change anything cause I get you and our beautiful babies." He tucked some loose hair behind my ear watching my eyes begin to fall closed from the lack of sleep. He felt my body falling against him where he slowly got to his feet picking me up bridal style, carrying me to our bedroom. He crawled in the bed beside me mumbling when I peaked my eyes open slightly. "I love you so much, Y/n Cooper."

"I love you too, Georgie." Squeezing his hand in mine I buried my face against his chest when he wrapped his arms around my waist letting me fall asleep in his arms.

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