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charmingly-helpless · 2 years ago

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a new addition

Summary: The family is growing.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff for my StefNat heart!

2 years since the Snap

[stefaniya's pov]

"Natasha, where are you?" I call out.

"Office."

Of course, she is. Why do I even ask?

"Hi, there."

Natasha briefly glances up at me and smiles before turning back to her computer. I sigh and walk over to sit on her lap, shielding her eyes from the screen. She moves her hands around my waist.

"Give me attention, please?"

Natasha chuckles. "You always have my attention. And was last night not enough?"

"Nat," I say seriously.

"Stefaniya," she matches my tone.

"The screen isn't going to change the longer you stare at it."

"I need to be here in case one of the others need something."

"It's been two years and no one has had an emergency yet. And I think that they can handle without you for an hour or two."

"An hour or two?" Natasha smirks. "What would we be doing for an hour or two?"

"Hmm..." I kiss along her jawline and move to whisper in her ear. Now I legitimately feel bad for leading her on. "I wanna go to the animal shelter."

Natasha groans and lightly pushes me. "Stef, that was mean!"

"Nat, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I say in between my laughter. "Aw, no, don't pout."

Natasha crosses her arms and slumps against her chair.

"But can we please go to the animal shelter?" I ask shyly.

Natasha stares at me for a moment before her lips curl up in a smile. "How could I say no to that face?"

I squeal. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I get off of Natasha's lap and pull her up from her chair, practically dragging her out of the door.

Life has been getting a little bit better every day. Society is returning to their new normal, the streets of New York have been filling up. I've been seeing a therapist for my PTSD, which took a lot of convincing from Natasha but I gave in. I've finally managed to track down the surviving Widows who were still mind controlled and freed them. They lived with the other Widows in the Black Widow facility and while I don't live there with them anymore, Natasha and I visit once every month to help out.

Natasha and I are doing really great. We still have some work to do together, but life is so much brighter with her by my side. We make an effort to go out once a week, somewhere away from a screen and a desk. Our most preferred activity— scratch that, second most preferred— is to go to the animal shelter and pet every single animal.

We take one of the many cars Tony left stored in the garage of the Avengers facility. Natasha and I both have taken a liking to a vintage ocean-blue convertible. We blast music while driving through the streets of New York to the animal shelter, the wind blowing through our hair.

I skip into the building, pulling Natasha behind me as she barely finishes locking the car.

"Natasha, Stefaniya, welcome back!" the lovely front desk lady, Viola, says cheerfully.

"Viola, how are you? How's your family doing?" I lean over the desk to hug her.

"I'm wonderful, dear. My son and his wife are doing great, and my grandson has already started crawling."

Natasha hugs Viola next. "That sounds so amazing. Say hi to them for us!"

"I absolutely will! You can head right in," she hands us a key and points down the hallway.

"Thank you so much!"

I head straight for the tiny puppies, picking up two at a time into my arms. Natasha takes the keys and opens a kennel with a white-furred kitten.

"Hello, puppies," I coo. The yellow lab lightly chews on my pinkie finger while the Pomeranian licks my chin. I giggle. "That tickles."

Natasha walks over, cradling the kitten like a human baby. She gasps, reaching out with her free hand to the puppies.

"Aw, aren't you two cuties."

"I only see one cutie in here," I stare straight into Natasha's eyes, making her blush.

"That's a lie and you know it."

"Okay, fine, there's four," I refer to the two puppies, kitten, and Natasha. "But one of them is cuter. By a little bit."

"Oh, I only win by a little bit?"

"Yes, but if you put it on a digital scale, the 'little bit' is actually really big when you zoom in. So I'm standing by my statement."

"I'll take the win," Natasha laughs.

We make our way around the shelter, playing with every single pet for the next hour and a half. By the time we get to the very back of the shelter, a cat's insistent meows catch our attention. We walk over to the three-legged black cat and I read its card, gasping.

"What?"

I point to the laminated card zip-tied to the bars of the kennel.

"They're going to euthanize her."

"Oh."

I unlock the door, holding my hand out slowly. The cat sniffs my fingers, her nose bumping against my skin.

"I'm going to pick you up," I narrate my actions to the cat. She rests in my arms lazily, putting her chin against my chest. "Does she have a name?"

Natasha looks over the card again. "No. She ran away and had no collar, no chip."

I lightly scratch behind the cat's ears, making her purr. I look up, meeting Natasha's eyes.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

I pout. "Nat, they'll kill her."

"Humanely."

"That's still killing her! Please, Natasha. Look at this face," I hold the cat out to her. "Please? It'll be good for morale. Please, please, please?"

"...Fine."

"Yes! Thank you so much, I love you!"

I press a kiss to her cheek before realizing what I just said.

"You love me?" Natasha asks, wide-eyed.

I chuckle breathily. "How could I not?"

Natasha leans over the cat in my arms to kiss me.

"I love you, too, Stefaniya."

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"What are you going to name her?"

Natasha and I are back in the car, driving home from the pet store. The black cat sits on my lap, playing with a toy mouse that I had just taken the price tag off of. We'd bought necessities from the pet store and put them in the backseat.

"I thought we could come up with one together?"

"I'm okay with any name you pick, Stef."

"Really?"

"Yes, I trust you."

"Okay, how about... Goose?"

"Fury has a cat named Goose."

I furrow my brow. "Fury has a cat?"

"Surprising, isn't it?"

"Hah, okay, uh— Oh, Liho."

"The Russian mythical creature of misfortune? Really?"

"Ghost."

"She's a black cat."

"Shadow?"

"Too cliché."

"What happened to 'I'm okay with any name you pick'?"

Natasha laughs. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Really, I'm fine with anything you come up with."

"Uh-huh," I deadpan.

I pick up the cat by her underarms, turning her to face me. She paws at the air with her one front paw, her other two back legs digging into my thigh. An idea comes to me.

"Yardstick."

Natasha stops at a red light and turns to look at me.

"For our cat?"

"Yeah."

"Elaborate on that."

"She has three paws.. Three feet, you could say. A yard is three feet."

Natasha snorts. "That's actually..."

"Genius, right?"

"Yeah. Yardstick, it is."

"Yes! Yardstick," I punctuate by tapping the cat's nose. Yardstick meows.

"Thanks for choosing us to be your moms, Yardstick."

Yardstick meows and I giggle softly.

A/N: anyone catch that WandaVision reference? lots of references in this fic lol

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queenofthedramedies · 4 years ago

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I Dare You! Ch. 15

Hello, my lovely readers! We're having Christmas a bit late—thank you, FanFic site. Grrr! On with the show…

Ch. 15: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas!

There was a buzz of merriment in the halls of Mystic Falls High. Students were ready for their annual Christmas vacation to begin. This meant running up and down the halls, singing carols, off-key, at the top of their lungs. Approaching my locker, I found someone had decorated in a red wrapping paper, adding a large green bow for effect.

"Jingle bell! Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell Rock!" Caroline's voice made my head turn, to find her dancing down the hall with the cheer squad behind her. It looked as if Damon's and Elena's Thanksgiving romp had given Caroline an idea.

Speaking of Damon, a hoot from the other side of the hallway made me aware of my best friend coming to join me. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, Santa Nik! What did you get me for my birthday this year?" He came to lean against the locker next to mine with his usual smirk in place.

My mind froze for a long moment. Damon's birthday came mere days before Christmas and I had forgotten to get him a present. How could I have been so remise?

Damon looked from me to my locker. "Nice wrapping. You know where I would NOT hide a present? Somewhere so obvious. But, hiding in plain sight would be typical Niklaus Mikaelson subterfuge. Let's see what's behind Door Number One?" With a grin, he placed a hand on my combination lock and twirled it around.

My heart pounded in my chest. With any luck, Caroline had left some sort of present that I could pass off as his until I had time to get my friend a real present.

The door swung open and Damon glanced inside. His smile fell when he found a nutcracker inside. "Huh?" He reached in and took it out. "This is for you." He handed the toy to me.

An attached card read: "Merry Christmas! You've always been a tough nut to crack, but maybe our little friend here can do the job." Tyler's gift made me roll my eyes.

Damon's mouth twist into a crocked smile. "I think Tyler let his mom help him shop this year."

"Yes. Perhaps this will go in the re-gift pile. Kol always looks for something to place Bekah's dolls heads inside."

Damon worked the jaw of the nutcracker. "I can think if a few heads to put in a larger version of this guy." His eyes met mine and they brightened for a moment. "So, I've got to take Stef home. He keeps complaining that I leave him behind. Psst. I only did that, like, five times, last week. And he's got legs. Walking is a nice, healthy activity." With a chuckle, Damon strode off.

In my friend's wake, I was left wondering what in the hell I was going to do about his present, or lack thereof. Soon I found myself distracted by an elf.

"Ho, there, cutie. Whatcha up to?" Caroline took a red scarf off and threw it around my neck. She pulled me into a deep kiss before she leaned back to nuzzle my nose. "I was thinking that you could walk me home. I have the place to myself, until my mom comes home around eight." Her nose moved to my neck.

With a sharp inhale, I eased backwards. My hands went to her shoulders. "Caroline as much as I would love to be distracted by you-in this adorable costume-it seems that I have forgotten all about Damon's present."

"You did?" Caroline moved back to stare at me, wide-eyed. "But you love birthdays!"

"I do." I nodded, allowing my hands to slip down to her arms. "Which is why I must go shopping this evening."

"Okay." Caroline nodded. "Do you want to come with you?"

Thinking on that, I nodded. "Yes. That would be lovely of you. Thank you, love." Curling my arm around her, I held up the nutcracker. "Do you like my new friend?"

Caroline eyed the nutcracker skeptically. "He reminds me of a lawn gnome."

Shrugging, I said, "I'm giving him to Kol."

"Good. Because I don't think I could spend a night with him in your room. I would be afraid he would come to life. Then there's the dancing mice. And it's a whole ballet; gone so very wrong."

Grinning, I pressed my lips to the tip of her nose. Caroline would help me find the perfect present, with plenty of time to spare before Damon's birthday.

Thank you for reading, faving, reblogging, and following. 😊🎄

Merry Belated Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Be Safe,

-J

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mysteryprone · 5 years ago

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oc questions 1-5 about alina and 6-10 about cal .......

asks for oc writers. / selectively accepting.

FOR ALINA:

When did you create your muse?

early august 2017 at the same time as mila and karina (cause i think konstantin came a bit later even tho mary had his concept from the start ) 💕

officially i posted her stats on august 5th 2017 so . i guess that’s the Day

Where did you find inspiration for your muse?

we just love the comet ensemble and connected ocs here …. and honestly i don’t even remember how we collectively decided they’d all be criminals but somehow we did and i also don’t remember where the tour guide/pickpocket thing came from so long story short my memory is useless

but it was mostly just from watching the comet ensemble and how they interact with each other and the audience (and i definitely was able to get a more solid idea after i saw it and could see what courtney does live and up close) and there’s so many little stories that the ensemble created every night and their own little things they did that i wanted to be able to create something with that

Tell us something about the world/universe in which your muse lives.

while i kinda just default to writing a general modern au, her main verse IS technically NOT modern day and actually some anachronistic wild mix of modern times and 1812 due to them being originally based off of great comet, which in itself is also a very anachronistic 1812 so basically I Do What I Want

but one very fun thing is that in the area where karina and alina live there is one very popular club that the two of them frequent quite often and one of its main events is a weekly leather night. it’s exactly what it sounds like. thank u that’s all

What’s your favourite headcanon about your muse?

i don’t think i have a favourite headcanon specifically but one thing that i do love about alina is that she just loves using pet names for ppl??? be it jst using diminutives (regardless of if she Should be or not cause this dumbass does not respect authority) or like traditional pet names (she is definitely a babe/baby person but she’ll also call people shit like sugar and cutie). sometimes it’s an actual display of affection and sometimes it’s just her being annoying and it is often unclear which one it is and i think thats very sexy of her

What’s something only very few people know about your muse?

uuuh maybe that she’s got a lot of love in her? she really tries to make it seem like she Doesn’t and she’s heartless and doesn’t care about anyone but she is so fiercely loyal to her little found family (karina, milana, konstantin) and the few close friends she does have and would without hesitation die or kill for them. she projects coldness all the time even around most of these people and sometimes she even manages to convince herself that she’s really that unfeeling but she’s got a lot of love in her for the people that manage to slip through the cracks in her walls and once she loves you she won’t stop.

FOR CAL:

Are there parts of your muse that resemble parts of yourself?

oh fuckin absolutely . absolutely. we are going to just Skip over the fact that we have the same hair cause i think i subconsciously got brittain ashford’s haircut in 2016 ANYWAY

both cal and i are very musically inclined first of all? i am much more than she is but music is a v important part of both of our lives/childhoods (also i took inspo for her dad playing rock music when she was a kid and it becoming a solid part of her childhood memories from my own parents lol). we also are both introverted and anxious though luckily i am not NEARLY as nervous as she is because i’ve really fucked my poor girl up but we definitely have like shyness and stuff like that in common. also we’re both greek but that’s literally just because i wanted to have a muse in a similar family situation to mine cause write what you know or whatever

How many face claims do you have or have you had for your muse?

two!! her original fc was miss brittain ashford cause she’s partly inspired by her music and then since i already have a muse here with her as an fc (sonya) and i didn’t want to have doubles i switched her to stef!

How did you choose the name for your muse?

since i grew up in a greek family i’ve just kinda been Surrounded by greek names and i find them really pretty? so once i’d decided she was gonna be greek i decided to pick from some of the ones that i like most and calliope won the battle! (and second place daphne went to her roommate so it all works out)

a fun bonus is that calliope is the name of a muse and cal’s whole character kinda revolves around the Arts

If your muse could be a canon character in any fandom, which fandom would you choose?

it’s very hard for me to picture her anywhere specific cause she’s just like a pretty normal character who could fit into pretty much any like? mostly reality based story set in modern times? so she’s really easy to insert anywhere, especially slice of life stories.

Do you ship your muse with any canon characters?

nothing like . endgame ship or whatever but me and @mtrock have a nice lil verse for a high school ship that evolves into a really solid friendship and saves them both from the toxic relationships they have in high school in their canon! we love and stan!

#signspin #( answered. )#( from prompt. )#°ˏˋ✧ ALINA: HC. / covered in chipped paint and bullet holes. ✧ˊˎ°#°ˏˋ✧ CAL: HC. / i leave bits of myself just lying around. ✧ˊˎ°#the way i take half of this seriously and half not at all #anyway uuh #heres some garbage

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cocomaxley · 6 years ago

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Paws for a Cause Part 2

This was a prompt request from @stopforamoment

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: A furry friend joins the CGW squad which results in another boys vs. girls wager.

Rating: Fluff

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The ladies were sitting in the royal chambers ready to leave for their calendar photoshoot. Anitah heard a knock on the door, and Brad entered. Milo walked up wagging his tail. Before he could close the door, the puppy ran out of the apartment.

“Brad, come on! Why does he always get passed you when you come in here?” Anitah asked in an exasperated tone.

“So-sorry, your majesty,” He stammered. “I'll go get that little ass...I mean little cutie.”

Brad took off and as expected the pup was waiting for him at the end of the hallway. “Milo, I don't have time for these games! Get your ass back here!”

Milo stood up and started walking away. He stayed far enough ahead of Brad but ensured his bodyguard was still able to see him. He walked into the kitchen, and the staff immediately started cooing at him.

“Is prince Milo here for some snacks?”

One of the cooks reached into her pocket and took out a dog biscuit. He happily accepted the treat from his friend. Milo continued to strut around the kitchen when Brad came into the room. Brad cornered him by the walk in freezer. A staff member walked out of the freezer, and Milo slipped inside. Brad caught the door before it closed and followed him inside. Once Milo saw that Brad was closing in, he immediately changed direction and ran out. Then the door clicked shut. Brad sighed and pushed on the door. It wouldn't open. He place his hand on the center of the door and pushed as hard as he could. However, the heavy steel door still wouldn't budge. His teeth started to chatter, and he could see his breath against the cold air. He crossed his arms around him trying to keep his hands warm. Trying to find a way out, he surveyed the door looking for a knob or release latch.

“Shit! Shit shit shit. That dog is trying to kill me!”

He was trying not to panic and thinking of ideas to get out of the frozen room. He pounded on the door and yelled, “HELP! I'm stuck in here!”

No response. He couldn't hear a single person on the other side. He tried to take a running start and rammed his shoulder against the door. “Fuck! That hurt.” He rubbed his sore shoulder and yet the door remained in tact.

Anitah picked up her phone and dialed Bastien’s number. “Bas, have you seen Brad? He let Milo out again and he still isn't back.”

Bastien joined the ladies a short while later. He informed them that he pinged Brad’s phone and found his location. The group followed him down to the kitchen and saw Milo sitting on the floor looking at the freezer door.

“Milo, there you are!” Anitah said. Before she could pick him up, he walked up to the door and scratched at it.

“What is it, Lassie? Did Brad fall in a well?” Genevieve snorted.

“Do you think Brad’s in there?” Pam asked.

Genevieve giggled, “This would be the best day ever if he was.”

“Aww, Gen, don't be mean. If he's in there he could be freezing. Not everyone is accustomed to cold temperatures,” Stephanie replied, looking concerned.

“Well if his dumbass can't get out of a walk in freezer, then he deserves it,” Alicia added.

Bastien pulled the door open and inside was a very cold and very pale Brad. His teeth chattered and his body shivered as he stepped out.

“What the hell happened to you, Bradley?” Anitah asked with a huge grin on her face. Bastien tried to hide his smirk.

“Th-the dog...the damn dog locked me in there,” Brad responded, his teeth still chattering.

Genevieve burst out laughing, “are those tears frozen to your face? Brad, you just have to push the door to open it.”

He explained how he pushed, knocked and even tried to shoulder the center of the door to open it. This made Genevieve and Alicia laugh even harder. Alicia walked into the freezer, allowing the door shut behind her. She pushed the door open a short while later.

“Ta da! You just have to be smarter than the door.” She took a bow in front of a very annoyed and still frozen Brad.

Anitah looked at Brad’s frozen state, “Brad, you think you can handle this or do you need to take the day off? I'm sure Liam wouldn't hold this against you...”

Brad gulped, “N-no-no, I'm fine, your majesty.”

He led the ladies to the waiting vehicles. They decided to have the photoshoot at the shelter. The shelter staff showed them to a room where they could take pictures. Anitah arranged for props and backdrops to be set up in the room. The men would be using the room the following day for their session.

Stephanie looked at each of the ladies and their clothing. She then set up a backdrop to complement their outfits and chosen animals. Anitah posed with Milo. She was wearing a multicolor dress which stood out in front of the black backdrop. Milo was ever the sweetheart posing with his mommy. Next up was Alicia with the white and gray terrier she picked for her photos.

“Since your birthday is in November, maybe throw this coat on and lay down next to Fred.” Stephanie said, pointing to a mat on the floor, “Perfect, just like that,”.

Next up was Pam with a sweet Husky puppy named Mantra. Stephanie changed the background to a plain white one to contrast the black dress she was wearing. Pam picked up the puppy and made a kissing face that Mantra mimicked.

“So cute, Pam!” Anitah squealed as Stephanie snapped the picture.

Pam couldn't help but giggle as Mantra licked her face. Stephanie turned to Genevieve who was holding Snowball, a long haired white cat. She set up an ornate pink chair that coordinated well with Genevieve’s white shirt and pink sweater. Stephanie had her sit down with Snowball on her lap.

“She's purring! I think she loves me,” Genevieve said with a grin on her face. Alicia walked up and petted the purring kitty. “She is so sweet. I really miss having a cat.”

“Alright Stef, tell me what to do and I'll take your pictures,” Alicia said.

Stephanie setup the mat to look like a bed with green pillows and light neutral colored bedding that matched her floral shirt. She had her furry friend, Jasper lay on it. She held his face and placed a kiss on his nose. Alicia snapped the picture at just the right moment.

They did a few group pictures since they needed twelve photos. Stephanie took out the memory card and plugged it into her laptop. The ladies looked at the photos and picked the best ones. Realizing they needed more pictures to get the calendar filled, they knew that they had to up the ante.

Anitah looked at the group with a mischievous grin, “Ladies, we should pose in our bra and panties. Each of us has a nice sweet photo but the other picture will be a bit more…risque. I think that's exactly what we need to get these calendars sold.”

The girls agreed and stripped down to their underwear. Brad cleared his throat, and the ladies turned around. Alicia glared at him, “Enjoying the show, Brad?” He adjusted himself before quickly leaving the room. The girls giggled at his panicked departure.

“I forgot he was here!” Pam said giggling.

Stephanie got the ladies and their animals set up for the poses and snapped picture after picture. She set the timer on the camera and joined the rest of the women for the group photo.

“Well girls, I think we have everything we need. I'll edit these and pick the best ones for our calendar. These boys have no idea how bad they’re going to lose!” Stephanie said laughing.

The following day, the men met up at the animal shelter ready to take their calendar photos. The photographer hadn't arrived yet, so the men were talking about ideas for their pictures. Maxwell looked at the group taking in their attire. All of them were dressed in casual clothes.

“Maybe we should do formal wear. The animals we choose can wear a bow tie if it's a boy or a ribbon if it's a girl,” Maxwell said excitedly.

Leo scoffed, “You're overthinking this Beaumont. You forget that we are good looking guys that women would love to pin up on their office walls. I think we keep it simple. Maybe shirtless or in our underwear.”

Drake looked pointedly at Leo and asked, "No way, Leo! You don't get to make suggestions. This is your fault. What made you think for one damn minute that betting against the girls was a good idea? Have you learned nothing?"

“I agree with Drake. They haven’t lost a damn bet yet and now I’m going to be stuck in a fucking speedo washing cars because you can’t keep your damn mouth shut!” Liam agreed and nodded his head.

Rashad sighed, “While I agree that it was...not smart to take this bet, we have to try. I think Maxwell has a good idea. These girls are going to play dirty. They always play dirty. So we need to be creative.” He looked directly at Leo. “I am not posing shirtless or nude.”

“Come on. We can't admit defeat already. These girls can't win every bet. We are due for a win,” Leo laughed.

Just then a young guy walked in looking like he just came from a frat party. The men assessed his disheveled clothing and unkempt hair. He looked around the room and said, “Hi, I'm Matt. I was hired by a Maxwell Beaumont to take pictures?”

Maxwell walked up to him and shook his hand. “Great! We're ready. Just tell us how we should pose with the animals and we will give you our best sexy faces,” he said giving his best smoldering look.

“Do you need help bringing in your equipment?” Liam asked him.

Matt looked at Liam confused, “I'm just gonna use my phone. I have an app to edit them. I'm taking a college photography class. Our current unit is taking and editing pictures using your cell phone.”

“And we are fucked…” Drake grumbled under his breath.

Matt picked Maxwell to go first. Maxwell picked up a floppy eared hound puppy named Cooper.

“Ok, why don't you hold him like a baby?”

Although he was confused, Maxwell did as he was told and cradled the puppy like a baby. Cooper wriggled in his arms, clearly uncomfortable in the way he was being held. Matt held up his phone and started snapping pictures. Every once in a while he moved the phone to a different angle.

“Alright, next. How about you in the jean shirt?” Matt looked at Drake.

Drake rolled his eyes and picked up the cat he chose for the shoot. Taken by surprise at his sudden movement, Teddy the tabby cat swatted Drake’s arm.

“Shit! That hurt,” Drake yelled. He looked at the scratches that were starting to bleed. “Great. Fucking great.”

Drake moved towards Teddy again. He bolted across the room and stopped at Rashad’s feet. He looked up at him and started rubbing his head against Rashad’s leg. Rashad picked up the cat and scratched behind his ear. He handed the happy feline over to Drake.

Matt held up his phone and said, “Ok, why don't you hold him like a baby, but over your shoulder. Like you're burping him?”

Drake snorted, “You're kidding right?”

Matt glared at Drake and he reluctantly obliged holding Teddy with his front paws over Drake’s shoulder. Next was Rashad with a golden retriever puppy named Bandit.

“Let me guess, hold him like a baby?” Rashad said with a smirk.

“Actually, yes. But hold him so he's sitting upright and support his hind legs.”

Rashad shook his head in disbelief, but kept his mouth shut. When Matt took the first picture, the flash went off blinding Rashad.

Matt groaned, “Sorry! Sorry, let me turn that off.”

He took the next photo and the flash went off again. “Shoot. This stupid phone acts up sometimes. I think I've got enough of you two though. Your majesty, you're next.”

Liam happily picked up the brindle puppy, Maggie. He cradled her in his arms with a huge smile on his face.

“This will be practice for whenever Anitah decides that we can have a baby, right Maggie?” Liam continued to baby talk the puppy who was enjoying the attention.

After Matt felt like he had taken enough of Liam and Maggie, he pointed at Leo.

Leo picked up Sasha the bulldog puppy and looked Matt smart square in the eye. “I'm not holding her like a fucking baby.”

He sat down on a chair and held the puppy in his lap. Matt didn't argue, instead he focused on taking pictures of Leo and Sasha.

Matt smiled triumphantly, “Well gentlemen, it looks like we're all done here. I'll show you the pictures I took and the I'll edit them and email them to Maxwell.”

The guys gathered around Matt when they noticed that his screen was completely shattered. The pictures looked distorted through the cracked screen. Drake ran his hand down his face. With their mouths open, all they could do was stare at the screen. Liam paid Matt, and Leo practically pushed him out the door.

“Max, call Stef and ask her to take the pictures. Those were horrible,” Liam pleaded.

“They can't be that bad right? I'm not calling Stef. She was really upset when I told her that she couldn't take the pictures because she would sabotage them,” Maxwell replied.

Rashad sent a few text messages and said, “Stef is on her way. Maxwell...she told me to tell you...‘you're welcome darlin’ with a middle finger emoji.”

A short while later, Stephanie walked in and took the men’s photos. When she was done, she pulled them up on her laptop. They breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at Stephanie’s work.

“Hey, Stef...does that folder have the ladies’ pictures? Why don't you let us have a sneak peek at our beautiful wives?” Leo said trying to be smooth.

“That's a hell naw, Leo,” Stephanie said as she snapped her laptop shut. “By the way, remember to deduct what you paid your photographers from your profits.”

“We only paid Matt. Thank god we didn't have to pay him much,” Drake responded.

Stephanie pulled out an invoice from her bag and handed it to Drake. “You didn't think I'd work for free, did ya? You can send the cash home with Max. Bye, boys.”

With that Stephanie grabbed her stuff and walked out of the shelter.

#cordonians gone wild #cordoniansgonewild #cgw #liam x anitah #drake x pam #maxwell x stephanie #leo x alicia #rashad x genevieve #fur baby squad #squad goals #the royal romance #trr au

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leelee10898 · 6 years ago

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Half on a baby: Leo & Alicia- part 1

This is from the Cordonians gone wild AU, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself. Read our other crazy adventures HERE

Leo walked into his and Alicia's quarters after a long conference call. He had been contacted about joining a European motocross tour that started in a couple of weeks. Leo had been itching to get back out there, Alicia knew it and encouraged him to take the call and they would figure out a plan. “Hey babe.” he leaned down kissing her cheek and down on the couch next to her. “So, how was it?” she turned to face her husband. “Not bad. Tour is a short one 3 weeks, 9 races and and a championship.” Alicia sensed the hesitation in his voice. “Ok, what's wrong?” He sat up running his hand over his face. “I don't think I can be away from you that long.” she got up sitting sideways on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Leo, this is what you love, you cant let being away from me hold you back from your dreams.” “I enjoy it yes, but you are what I love.” he paused a moment. “come with me.”

“you want me to come with you? Is that allowed?” “You're my wife, of course its allowed. Besides, you'll give me more motivation to win.” he grinned. “ok, I'll go.” Leo's lips captured hers immediately before she pulled away jumping up. “Leo come on, we need to get ready. We have dinner with Stef and Max tonight.” “that's tonight love?” he gripped her hips pulling her closer. “Stef needs my help with dinner. The words can't feed the huntin dogs came out.” leo gave her a puzzled look and sighed “ok, let's get ready.. but later on.” he stood pulling her fleshed against him. “I know.”

They arrived at Maxwell and Stephanie's, Maxwell opened the door holding Evie “Hey guys come in. Alicia, Stefs in the kitchen, um shes been cursing alot.” Alicia nodded and headed towards the kitchen. “Hey cutie.” Leo cooed. “Awe thanks Leo, I'm glad to see you too.” Maxwell grinned, prompting an eye roll from Leo. “So since the girls are cooking, we gotta entertain Evie.” “ok sounds good to me.” Leo shrugged as they walked into the living room.

Alicia and stephanie made way into the kitchen. “Did you put the skillet in the oven for 10 minutes?” Stephanie nodded grabbing her oven mitts plucking the cast iron skillet from the hot oven. Alicia drizzled a generous amount of olive oil into the hit pan and gave it a swirl, coating the pan. “ok stef, season the meat with the salt, pepper and garlic.” she instructed. They placed the pork loin in the skillet and placed it in the oven. “Thanks again for coming over and helping, I love pork tenderloin but I can't cook for nothing.” Stephanie grinned pouring two glasses of wine. “No problem, it's not that hard. Trick is not to over cook it. Were going to flip it about 10 to 15 minutes in. Once the Internal temperature reaches 165, we should be set.”

Alicia took a swig from her wine. The two settled into an easy conversation, Alicia's eyes kept darting out to the living room, watching Leo coo and fawn all over evie made her heart soar. "So Stef, when did you know you were ready to start trying for evie?" stephanie snorted. "Trying? We didn't exactly try...don't get me wrong, by any means. She is my whole world, but definitely an oopsie baby." "But you wanted kids right? Did you and Maxwell ever talk about it?" Alicia took a sip of her wine. "We did. We knew we wanted to have a couple someday. And we got really lucky with Ev. She's the best little baby. If she not asleep she's happy. Unless she's hungry, which is an easy enough fix."

The timer went off, Alicia instructed Stephanie flip the meat, while the two continue their conversation. "How was being pregnant? Was it really weird?"

"absolutely. But it was also beautiful. The idea that I was carrying around this little piece of the love that Max and I share and one day she was gonna be walkin and talkin..it was really special. What is with all the questions, Alicia? You got a pork loin in *your* oven?!" Alicia choked on the sip of wine she just drank "What?! No. No loins in this oven.. I still have my IUD in." "For now.” Stephanie smirked. “I kinda figured you two'd be the next set of squad parents. What with all the goo-goo eyes Leo has for Evie. I swear the man thinks she hung the moon and he isn't even her daddy." She chuckled.

"He's making my ovaries explode right now. I have an appointment next week and I'm debating having my IUD removed." Alicia gazed at her husband holding evie. "Have you talked to him about that?" "Ahh, well... not really. We haven't actually talked about having kids. Well, not unless you count the time Anitah and I played a joke on Leo and Liam, and said we were pregnant with triplets... he fainted."

"He's ready girl. Look at him! And he can change a diaper better than Maxwell. Remind me to have Leo give him a few pointers." "Yeah, maybe you're right. I guess we should have the talk soon huh?"

Leo sat on the on the couch filling Maxwell in on his upcoming motocross tour. "Hey man, my arms getting tired. You maybe wanna hold her?" Maxwell arched his brow at Leo. "Yup, hand her over." Leo eagerly held his hands out. "She's like the worlds cutest bobble head right now, so make sure you support her here." Maxwell placed her in Leo's arms. "Maxwell I got this.” he faces Evie and coos “Don't I? Yes I do. Uncle Leo is going to spoil you rotten, huh my little goose." "How silly of me, Maverick. I should've known you would know how to handle a lady." Leo smirked "no matter how small, uncle Leo just has a way with the ladies.” he looked up “By the way Beaumont she's not allowed to date, like ever." "I support that decision, man I really do. Unless..." he Grins mischievously "a certain fair-haired former Playboy Prince decided to have a son. I think I'd be okay with the two of them together."

"Who me?" Leo shakes his head smirking "Could you imagine me as a dad? let me ask you Max, what's it like?” Maxwell's face lit up. "It's the most amazing feeling in the world! She's so cute and I get to feed her and snuggle her and wipe her little tushie. I haven't found one thing about it that I don't enjoy...except maybe Stef being crabby in the mornings. Ya know cuz she doesn't sleep through the night yet, but we're learning. Aren't we, Tulip? I could totally see you as a father. In fact I think you and Alicia should start trying right now! I mean if you hurry up, this second by the time your son is born Evie will only be one year older than him. They could totally make that relationship work."

Leo laughs "Your a mess Beaumont. You know, between you and me, I have been wanting to knock Alicia up. We haven't exactly had the kids conversation and I'm not sure how she would feel about it." "Haven't you noticed those girls watching us instead of the food? She's practically drooling over the thought of watching you rock her son to sleep. Trust me. All of the girls are ready for a baby. I hear them all goo-gooing and ga-gaing over Evie. They've all had baby fever since Stef got pregnant, whether they want to admit it or not." "You do seem to have the inside track on them. Thanks man, I think Alicia and I need to have a talk tonight."

“Alright guys time for dinner.” Alicia called out. Leo handed Evie back to max as he laid her in her swing. They sat down making their plates. Maxwell danced in his seat “mmmm this is really good Alicia. Stef you paid attention right? So you can make this again.” “Thanks Max but I can't take credit for this one, it was all Stef. I just guided her.” Alicia grinned. “ Hm...I'm really impressed, Rosebud." Stephanie rolls her eyes at her husband. "no I'm serious, baby. I can actually chew this meat." He let out a hardy laugh " joking aside, it's delicious, Red. Really." “Yes I agree, this is good Stephanie.” Leo Complimented. “ Aw come on you guys are making me blush.” Stephanie's cheeks flushed red.

They finished up dinner when Evie started to fuss. “oh it's time for her bottle and bed.” Stephanie looked st the clock. Maxwell jumped up “I got it Rose bud, Leo wanna help?” Leo nodded and the two scooped Evie up and headed towards the nursery. “Maxwell laid her down on the changing table “ Hey can you change her diaper while I grab her jammies?” leo agreed while max hunted down her pjs and grabbed her bottle. Once she was dressed he sat in the rocking chair, humming a soft lullaby as he fed her the bottle. Her tiny finger grasped his large one. Leo watched his friend put his child to sleep, he couldn't help but smile, he wanted that, he just hoped Alicia did too.

Maxwell lifted evie to his shoulder giving her a few Pat's on the back, she let out a healthy burp. He dabbed her little lips of the excess milk that dribbled out and walked her over to the crib. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. “good night my sweet little tulip, daddy loves you. I'll see you in a few hours.” He flicked the light off as the two backed out of the room slowly. “so um Stef and I have been talking wanted to ask you. Would you be Evies Godfather?” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Leo's eyes went wide. “really? You want me to be her Godfather?” “yeah, your one of my best friends and you love evie or goose, like shes your own.. so what do you say?” “Maxwell, I would be honored to.” the two shared a quick hug and headed out to the living room.

“He said yes.” Maxwell squealed. Stephanie grinned “You knew he would Maxwell.” “seriously guys, thank you. I love that little girl.” Leo hugged stephanie and looked towards Alicia. “we should really be heading out, thanks for dinner guys. It was good.” Alicia hugged Stephanie and Maxwell and they headed out. Once they arrived back at the palace they made their way to their quarters.

Alicia changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, Leo changed into his sweat pants and tossed his shirt in the hamper and climbed Into bed, sitting back against the headboard. Alicia walked out of the bathroom rubbing lotion on her hands and arms. “I want to put a baby in you.” Leo blurted out, stopping Alicia dead in her tracks. “Well damn, I guess this is a good time to tell you I was thinking of having my IUD removed next week at my appointment.” she chuckled. She sat down in the bed, Leo grabbed her hands. “You want to start trying for a baby love?” “Yeah, I've been thinking about it alot lately, and seeing you with evie tonight..” she was cut off by his lips capturing hers. “I can't wait. You know the best part about getting pregnant?” he grinned “No, what?

“The practice.” he swiftly yanked her down to the bed, climbing on top of her. “I say we get some practice in right now.”

Two weeks later Leo and the guys were enjoying the day golfing. Drake sat in the golf cart, sipping from his flask. “How come you never play with us Drake?” Maxwell frowned. “swatting balls with sticks, eh. I'd rather just enjoy the fresh air.” Drake waves him off. Liam placed his ball, he picked his club and stepped up to the ball, getting read to swing. “I'm gonna knock Alicia up.” Leo announced. Liam mid swing let go of the club, it flew through the air smashing through someone's cart. Liam tried to compose himself as he turned to face his brother.

“You...you’re what?! Does Alicia know this?”

“of course she does. Do you really think I would get her pregnant without discussing it with her first?” Leo rolled his eyes. “Oh...um....that’s great, Leo!” liam rubbed the back of his neck. "You want to have a baby? The playboy prince, wants a baby. Do you know what a baby is, Leo?"

"yes Rashad I know what a baby is. I change a mean diaper, just ask Maxwell."

“Yes!! I knew it. I'm so excited.” Maxwell squealed as he broke out in a happy dance. "Well I'll be damned. That woman has got you whipped." Rashad "I'm not whipped, you're whipped." Leo defended, a smirk forming on his face. "Yeah we're all whipped. We should probably stop denying that now." Rashad sighed, the rest shaking their head in agreeance. “I hate to tell you guys, but you're next.. All of you.” Leo chuckled. Rashad snorted "we aren't even married yet, man. Slow your roll." Drake grinned walking up shaking Leo's hand “Congrats man.”

The girls sat at lunch enjoying a few mimosas before their food arrived. A lady walked in walking past the ladies, holding an adorable little boy. “aweee.” they said in unison. “Guess I better Enjoy these while I can.” Alicia took a big sip of her mimosa. Genevieve gave her a sideways look. “What the hell does that mean?” Anitah snapped her head in Alicia's Direction. "I umm had my IUD removed last week." She coolly sipped her mimosa. “Forrrr?!” Anitah squealed sure she knew where this was going. Genevieve's eyes flew wide open. "Oh my god! You guys are going to start trying?"

"Yes, we are."

“You are?!” Anitah squealed a little to loud (Shit, shit, shit) she silently said to herself, knowing her husband was now going to start pressing her. "I knew it! I knew you were itchin to put a bun in that oven!" Stephanie grinned, thinking back to their dinner. "That's great, Alicia! Did you, um, tell Leo that you're going to try?" Gen took a bite of a breadstick. "More like he bluntly told me he wanted to put a baby in me." "This was HIS idea? Hell has frozen over. What...How...Why?” Genevieve choked on the breadstick. "It had been on my mind, but yeah he pretty much decided for us."

"I'm just shocked. I thought Leo would be the last of the guys to want kids. I mean Liam and Drake are the two softest ones. I expected them to be first. Don't get me wrong, I think that's amazing. I'm really happy for you guys. I'm just not drinking the water anytime soon." She laughed. “I'm so happy for you guys.” pam reached out giving her hand a gentle squeeze before turning away slightly blushing.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that I won't be alone on the Preggo train long. Besides, it can take up to a year possibly to conceive after removing the IUD. So I have some time." "yeah doctors can say that all they want, but I'm telling you girl life finds a way. I was on the pill and yet now we have Evie" stef shrugged. "Not it" Genevieve shouted out. “Jesus Stef, don't let Leo hear you say that, I'll never get him off me.” the girls all looked at her knowingly “ok, more than he already is.” Anitah awkwardly giggled and chugged the rest of her mimosa. “Choo Choo, you’re on your own for now.” she mumbled, red in the face.

Alicia walked in their quarters after lunch with the girls, to find Leo standing Naked in the bedroom. Her hand flew over her mouth. “I thought we could get a little baby making in before my next meeting.” he grinned. Alicia shook her head and giggled “You are really enjoying this aren't you?” “Oh more than you know love. Now, come here.”

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klaroline-4ever · 5 years ago

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Chapter 83

Elijah has been making Elena drink his blood every once in awhile just to make sure she was alright and getting better as quickly as possible because he hated to seeing her weak.

Elena thought it was sweet but it was now afternoon and her drinking his blood started to become frustrating because Elijah thought that if they had sex, it would make her be weak again, meaning she felt horny and connected with Elijah but all that building would happen just so she would silently begging to be pleased and feel that explosion that the building up was doing to her.

Elijah and Elena were in his bed, she had been drinking from him but now all she felt was desire to be physical with him, so to satisfy that, she ask him to drink a bit from her, which took a bit of convincing but he ended up accepting and drinking from her neck.

"You don't know how hard it's for me to control my urges..." Elijah whispered to Elena, who was on top of him.

Elena couldn't help but admire Elijah's body, and admire every single detail that was visible, which was most of it because he was only in his underwear, while she was wearing one of his shirts because she stayed the night in the Salvatore's and when she took a shower in the Mikaelsons she had nothing to change.

"Just drink a little more." Elena begged him and when he nodded she smiled and rolled them over so he would be on top.

Elijah couldn't help himself and open the shirt she was wearing, biting one breast at a time, making her moan in pleasure.

"Elijah, please..." she whispered. "If you don't do it, I'll do it myself."

Elijah groaned and took off her panties, then used his fingers to satisfy her, as he listened to her moans of pleasure.

***

Stefan went to Klaus's room, finding them in their underwear covered in blood but they were now just cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Care I need to talk to you." Stefan said, looking at Caroline.

"Don't look at her." Klaus said making her give him a look. "You are almost naked."

"This is what I wear when I go to the beach." Caroline whispered but Klaus gave her his t-shirt so she would wear it, making her roll her eyes and put it on. "Stef, What is it?"

"I am going to take Bekah to this place that is really nice and I know she likes but I want to make sure she will love it, so I wanted your help with preparing things."

"Awesome! Let's make a list in things we need to do." Caroline said and grabbed her phone to see her what to do list.

"Love, will this take long?"

"I don't know. But I want to make sure my best friend and future sister in law will have the perfect date." Caroline said but then realized the meaning of her words.

"Did you just said future sister in law?" Klaus smirked, happy to know Caroline thought about a future where they were married.

"Yeah because Stefan is like a brother to me so when they get married she will be my sister in law." Caroline quickly make up a lie.

"You know you are a very bad liar, don't you, love?" Klaus smirked, making Caroline blush and feel embarrassed. "Don't be shy. I mean, you planned everything you wanted for your June wedding just when you were 11. And you wanting me to be the one waiting for you, it makes me truly happy and honored."

"How do you know about the June wedding and the plannings I made when I was 11?"

"So... Stefan what were you thinking about doing for this date you have with my sister?" Klaus asked Stefan to not answer Caroline's question.

"I was thinking about doing something simple. Just a dinner in a rooftop we usually go."

"You didn't told me it was a rooftop. Will you make a picnic or will you use a table for a real dinner? Oh my God! I need to grab my cleaning supplies."

"Why?" Stefan asked.

"Because rooftops are filled with all kinds of bacteria and germs." Caroline said, then looked at Klaus. "Nik, if you want to be a cutie Wolfie who would ask your minions to help with cleaning and decoration I wouldn't be completely against it."

"Anything for you, love." Klaus smirked, making her smile.

***

Caroline, Klaus, Klaus's minions and Stefan spend the afternoon cleaning and decorating the rooftop and when Stefan went to get Rebekah, two of Klaus's minions stayed in the rooftop, finishing the last details and preparing the food for once Stefan and Rebekah would appear.

Stefan texted Rebekah, saying he was on his way, making Rebekah so excited that she couldn't wait inside, so she went to the garden, where she saw a limo and Stefan getting out of it, with a bouquet, smiling at Rebekah, admiring how beautiful she was in her yellow dress, while she smiled, not believing this was really happening.

"Good evening! There's no words to describe how beautiful you look tonight." Stefan smiled, making Rebekah blush.

"You look very handsome yourself. Your hair looks perfect." Rebekah said, knowing how much Stefan loved his hair.

"Thank you." Stefan smiled, thinking about how long he took just to make sure his hair would be perfect. "Before we go, I feel that I need to warn you that I am going to take you out to a place that it's not really expensive, actually it's free... But i think you would like it."

"Now, I'm curious to see where you are going to take me." Rebekah smiled.

Rebekah's smile dropped when they arrived to the high school but she quickly forced a smile because she wanted to give Stefan a chance. Stefan took her to the rooftop, which was illuminated with paper lanterns, a small table with two chairs, rose petals leading the way, and on the other side there was a couch and a coffee table.

"I know it's not much but I feel like we had very nice conversations and moments in here, which made this our special place but if you don't like it, it's okay."

"It's beautiful!" Rebekah smiled. "This is so much more intimate and romantic. No one ever did something like this for me."

Stefan smiled and took her to the table, then Klaus's minions appeared, gave them the bottle of wine and their food, then left.

Stefan and Rebekah spend the dinner talking and laughing, but Stefan was mostly listening to Rebekah and enjoying knowing more about her hopes for the future and about things she did in the past. He could feel falling in love with her all over again, every day he felt more in love with her and every day he thanked the universe to let them find their way to each other and rediscover each other.

"Be honest, did you had any help?" Rebekah asked, making him smile because of how well she knew him, as they enjoyed being now in the couch and Rebekah loving the feeling of Stefan's arm wrapped around her.

"I did... I wanted to make sure it would go great, so I asked Caroline to help me and when I told her it would be on a rooftop, she made Klaus call his minions so we would, as Caroline put it, sanitized this filthy rooftop."

"That does sound like her." Rebekah chuckled.

"And they helped me decorate. Also I had Klaus helping me pick what to pick for us to eat since we had no real chef." Stefan admitted.

"You did all that for me?" Rebekah whispered in disbelief.

"Of course I did."

"Why?" Rebekah whispered confused, because she never had a man caring so much about her without second intentions.

"Because..." Stefan sighed and admitted. "I love you."

Rebekah looked at him, feeling her eyes getting watery from how emotional she was feeling and also how vulnerable she was allowing herself to be around Stefan.

"I love you too." She smiled, making Stefan feel happy and relief that saying those 3 words didn't scare her away.

"Rebekah Mikaelson, would you officially make me the happiest and luckiest man in the world, and accept to be my girlfriend?"

"I would love to. That's all I ever wanted, Stefan." Rebekah smiled, as they both felt their eyes watery and then they kissed each other.

"I have the best girlfriend in the world!" Stefan yelled so everyone could hear.

"Oh my God! Stop before someone hears you." Rebekah whispered embarrassed, making Stefan smile and they kissed again.

to be continued...

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rustandruin · 6 years ago

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Hiii my cutie 💕 top five wlw stories please? In any genre and medium

Three for three so far! Because this is another stellar ask — as well as a nice reminder of how far media has come, because not only are most of these recent, but I didn’t have to try too hard to find happy, more positive ones. And even better, I really could find stuff in most of my favouite genres. Viva more inclusive media!

P.S. It was actually hard to limit these to only five!

Let’s hope that trend continues:

OBLIGATORY MENTION: It’s a low-level crime, that Brooklyn Nine-Nine‘s Rosa and Alicia (Gina Rodriguez’s character) can’t be on this list. But seeing as that they haven’t had more than an adorable meet-cute at this point, I couldn’t justify it to myself. But I feel the need to note that if we are fortunate enough to have her reprise this role in at least a minor recurring capacity next season, you’ll have to come and resuscitate me, because I’ll probably be dead. Like. Look at this!!! (I’m all three of them in this scene.)

5. Amy and Lucy (D. E. B. S.)

What happens when you’re your spy agency’s top agent, but you just happen to be set up on a blind date with and then fall for the criminal mastermind who’s the basis of your thesis project? This movie. Directed by Angela Robinson (who herself is queer and also responsible for the polyamorous Wonder Woman creators backstory film Professor Marston and the Wonder Women last year), this film is a tongue-in-cheek parody of Charlie’s Angels. This means lots of wacky spy hijinks and some cheesy dialogue, but it truly feels like the queer spy AU I’ve always wanted. I also appreciate that there’s a B-story about female friendship and what it means when your friend embarks on a new relationship. (Side Note: This movie pairs perfectly with Spice World and SClub: Seeing Double, you’re welcome.)

4. Goldie and Diane (Goldie Vance)

Goldie is pretty much living my dream ages 7 to.. well, pretty much now, seeing as she works at a local holiday resort where she also solves mysteries with the help of her best friend Cheryl (who wants to be an astronaut) and her girlfriend Diane (seen in all her chic glory, below). This comic is relatively new but it’s one of my all-time favourites because the art style is gorgeous and retro, the mysteries are fun and modern, and Goldie herself is fully-fledged and already iconic. And on top of all that, we get to see her initial crush on Diane, followed by them beginning a relationship all with very little drama. It’s cute and sweet, just what this book and our hero deserve. Also, I know it sounds weird, but I kind of have a crush on Diane. She’s just so ridiculously cool. (And she’s not even wearing her leather jacket.)

3. Lena and Stef (The Fosters)

I haven’t caught up on the last two seasons of this series, but I did catch a bit of the season finale (which really focused on their relationship and Stef coming to terms with her dad’s death and his not having accepted their relationship) and it just drove home how special it was to be able to watch five seasons of a loving, committed lesbian relationship play out on TV. These ladies have been through so much together — and that’s excluding the insanity their five kids put them through. And I know they’ve gone through some rough patches, but it made me only love them more because relationships can be hard and require work and it was nice to see both these women doing their best to put in the effort. But more than that, the show allowed us to see them be funny and sexy and cute and domestic, amidst all the drama, which only makes this relationship so special. I hope we’re all lucky to find that kind of partnership some day.

2. Carmilla and Laura Hollis (Carmilla)

Freshman journalist investigates and then falls for dark and mysterious vampire roommate, and then proceeds to get into all sorts of vampiric and demonic shenanigans with their inclusive group of friends. It sounds like some kind of wild fanfic idea, only it’s a real web series that ran for three seasons and then blessed us with a movie. And honestly, there is so much to love about Carmilla and Laura’s relationship. They’re both the tough and strong one and the soft and sensitive one, and better yet, they take turns being that for each other. Their chemistry crackles, the emotions (both positive and negative) come through, and even more importantly, they’re endlessly watchable together. Because they have that push and pull and give and take that is at the heart of all great pairings — and I could not be more grateful to everyone involved.

1. Waverly Earp and Nicole Haught (Wynonna Earp)

Just as her sister Wynonna is off learning how to become Wyatt Earp’s latest heir, the ever-delightful Waverly goes on the fun journey that is discovering that your sexuality isn’t as defined as you thought it was — especially when she falls for the cute new female police officer in town. (Of course, while all this is happening we’re graced with all kinds of revenant-hunting and demon fighting goodness where both women show off their admirable skillsets.) But the best part of Waverly exploring her bisexuality and feelings for Nicole is that in many ways we get to see the “real” Waverly come out when with someone who appreciates how smart and insightful she can be and treats her with all the respect and adoration she deserves. And the same is true for Nicole, who while also being softer and more vulnerable around Waverly, also lets her see her more ambitious and determined side. It’s a sign that both women are at their fullest with each other, trusting one another with the best and worst parts of themselves, which is what good relationship allow you to do — even if one of you is constantly in mortal danger. Bring on Season 3 already.

HONOURARY MENTIONS: Valencia and Beth (Crazy Ex Girlfriend), Petra and JR (Jane the Virgin), Bingo Love by Tee Franklin (I haven’t read it yet, but I’ve heard good things), Black Lightning (I have yet to watch it because I was waiting to marathon it), Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst, Ash by Malinda Lo, Rasha and Zoe (Degrassi: Next Class)

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oursuperadventure · 7 years ago

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Stef's a professional cutie! This is the first comic from the San Diego Comic Con section of our trip!

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iammarylastar · 7 years ago

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Warning: racist content, violence and blood.

Chapter 4: Troubles

“Awww! What a gorgeous baby you have there! Boy or girl?”

The lady of the immigration service who was in charge with them couldn’t stop babbling, a wide grin taped on her face.

“She was meant to be a boy. She’s a she!” Stefan showed off, his precious baby girl in his arms.

“What a drop dead gorgeous lady! How old are you Princess?” She dropped her pen to reach out and stroked the fatty calves of the wiggling baby girl.

“She will hit 6 weeks in a few days. She was born on board!”

“She is a beauty! Congratulations and ̀ welcome to Australia!” She nicely said. Australian seemed to be very nice and welcoming people.

“And what’s your name, little angel?”

“Miss Lizzy Gibson! You’re not paid to talk rain and good weather with migrants but to register them.” Her boss coldly called her to order.

Blushing furiously to be scold like a child, the young woman adjusted her glasses up her nose, grabbed her pen back, cleared her throat and asked, a serious frown between her eyebrows:

“OK. Name?”

“Courtney.” Stefan proudly announced, lifting the tiny girl up to tickle her chubby cheek with his nose.

“Well. Your first name Ma'am?” She conscientiously wrote down the precious information.

“Mieke.” She answered, making the woman stop writing.

“Jewish?” She quirked an eyebrow. The woman nodded shyly but kept her eyes straight on hers.

All the Jewish people who disembarked here in Sydney usually looked exhausted, frightened and lost, averting their gaze down to the floor, trembling in fear to be beaten to death or worse while confessing their religion. They’d often lost everything : family, friends, house, honour and dignity. But not those two. Three. The young couple seemed happy and blessed, together with that cutie pie the man held lovingly against his chest.

“You?” She asked the man, suddenly hit by his stunning blue gaze, her mouth getting dry before such an handsomeness.

“Stef… Stephen.” He hesitated. And got obviously uncomfortable. Weird.

“And where are you from?” Her job was also to find out traitors or Nazis. Her hierarchy’s instructions were to send any suspicious case to the upper stage, where strong men would roughly get the truth out of them.

“London, England.” The woman firmly uttered.

That made sense, their accent sounded European’s. Most of the candidates to exile came from this troubled part of the world. The man, as handsome as he looked, was still acting suspiciously, nervously stroking and patting his newborn’s back, shifting from one foot to another in a too fast pace.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t resolve herself to denounce his strange behaviour, promising him and the whole family to the hell of policy questioning, demand in custody during what could be a months-long investigation.

“And I guess you lost your identity papers… whilst the destruction of your house?” She started, her long, meaningful look inviting Mieke to complete the story.

“Yes. An air raid destroyed all the area where we lived. These two suitcases are all we have now. And her.” Mieke spoke, subtly shoving back in her pocket the false documents she had been fiddling for the beginning of their encounter. Covering her husband’s hand with hers, stroking both her man and child, she threw a begging stare at the woman.

“I’m so sorry to hear about such a tragedy. Thanks God you’re safe. And your daughter will have a good life here.”

“Again welcome to Sydney Mr and Mrs Courtney. I wish you the very best, for you and miss… Jesus I forgot to note it!”

Stefan opened his mouth, the woman obviously misunderstood what he had said, but Mieke cut him off.

“Brittany. We thought it could be a nice reminding of where she’s from. It’s out little Bree.” She lied with such self-assurance Stefan thought for one second it was true.

Plus he liked how it sounded. A hint of Brandt, a hint of their past. The perfect name for their baby girl. The perfect mix of their past to start to build their future. A brighter future for them all.

“Owww! How beautiful name you’re wearing darling!” She rambled in awe again, while writing the name down the precious paper. She checked all the items were filled then stamped the three copies, and handed one to Mieke.

“You have me disturbed from my task, little doll. Sorry I can’t resist to kiss her, may I?”

She was already up her chair, walking around her desk. She stopped near Stefan, waiting for permission. He nodded though he felt like she was playing tricks to take his daughter from him and throw him in jail for misspelling his name or caught in the act of lying.

He relaxed a bit whilst crossing the genuine shiny gaze with which she looked at his offspring. Lightly patting the baby girl’s back, she attacked her chubby cheeks, stroking and kissing every pieces she could.

“Ohhh little princess you’re so adorable!” She glanced at Mieke, both women had a large grin taped on their faces. Women. ..

“I’m already fond of her! ”

“Miss Gibson! ” the boss barked from behind them. “Contact with migrants is totally forbidden, so have I to remind you the consequences of disobey an order?”

Startling, the woman squeezed quickly Stefan’s hand and rushed back to her desk, apologizing to her grumpy boss, her look on the floor.

Sitting down, she gathered the papers spread on her desk, mumbling to the couple.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Was worth the reprimand.” Then spoke louder the usual speech “Welcome to Australia Mr Courtney. The authority will study your case and you’re waited next month with wife and child to finalize your identity papers and immigration file.”

She wrote down the date and time of the appointment on a squared paper and reached out for Mieke to take it. Miss Gibson winked at the couple, placing her forefinger on her lips to seal whatever secret she wanted to keep from her boss’ ears.

Stefan grabbed then yanked at Mieke’s wrist, making her face and bump into him. Stealing her lips in a searing kiss, he pinned her roughly against the wall of their new flat.

Gasping for air, Mieke whispered whilst being nipped and licked along her neck.

“Stefan, what’s that for?”

Not that she was complaining, but it has been a long, stressful day and she craved to test their bed.

They had walked across the whole town, seeking after an address miss Lizzy had scrawled in the back of the appointment note.

128 Kookaburras Street, Sydney. Ask for Cora. Good luck. Lizzy Gibson.

They had finally reach the street, exhausted and soaked in sweat, Mieke’s arms burned and hurt for holding miss Courtney, Stefan’s shoulders and hands dead for lifting the two luggage for miles. Both had worn their heavy woolen coats all the way, under the hard sun of the Australian summer.

Cora was Lizzy’s cousin. She lived in a small house which had an extra tiny flat to rent next door. She was as in love at the first sight with baby Bree as Lizzy had been and more than happy to have that lovely couple as neighbours.

The two floors furnished flat was cozy, there was just a kitchen and a water closet downstairs and a bedroom upstairs. No bathroom here but she nicely offered them to use hers as often as they needed. Plus a free babysitter whenever they want or need to entrust the little girl.

Bree was soon asleep, they manage to make a crib with a blankets and a big basket they borrowed to Cora. Time to settle down and enjoy their new home. Mieke would happily crash down their bed and sleep for the next three days.

The way her husband grinded against her thigh made her realize they could test all their new bed’s potential.

He grinned against her skin, teasing her:

“I just can’t wait to start our honeymoon babe. ”

“Honeymoon?" It must be the Australian thick air, they’ve been married for 6 months already and had enjoyed a long, sensual, suave and Earth-shattering honeymoon in London.

"I’ve never got to make love to my new wife.” Lifting her up swiftly from the ground, he walked her towards their bedroom, which he intended to fully take advantage of.

“Come here, Mrs Courtney, let’s have some fun in there.”

Unfortunately, all the money they had saved wasn’t worth that much then. Untoward side effect of an economy being in war. Marvin provided a job on the docks to Stefan, they needed arms to unload the cargos down the ship. After only three days of getting up at the crack of dawn and lifting too much heavy stuff till sunset, Stefan had to forfeit, the wound on his stomach hurt like a bitch and he got fever, which had Mieke worried to death.

Marvin worried too and strictly forbad Stefan to come back to work. He promised him to find a job more appropriate, like truck driver or foreman but in no case he would want to see Stefan lifting heavy boxes.

That stubborn German insisted to leave the bed and have his job back. He had to afford the rent and refused to see Mieke forced to leave their daughter to work herself to death.

“I’m not the one who’s dying for working my ass off.” She snapped at him when he wretchedly fell on the floor, too weak to stand up straight.

“Stop scolding me woman. You’d better bring your little ass here and give me a hand to get up.” He laughed when she wiggled her ass before his nose, pretty sure it could help him to get better.

Pulling on his hand, she managed to have him up, letting him lean heavily on her shoulder. Stefan stumbled back, hooking his arms around her waist, making them both tumble on the bed. He rolled over her, hissing from some pain coming from his abdomen.

She laughed out loud when feeling his not-weak-anymore member which was grinding against her belly.

“Let me practice you once or twice. It will help to recover faster.” He teased in her ear, biting on her neck.

“Word.” She just uttered, before being kissed roughly and hearing her panties torn and thrown to the side.

* They got up early that day. They were expected at the Immigration department to get their official Australian documents as political refugees. They were registered as English citizen and with a job and respectable situation, it won’t be long before they got their Australian citizenship. Technically, Courtney -damn her name is Brittany now- could be considerate as an Aussie, like they say Down Under, the boat she was born on flew the Australian flag. To tell the truth, none of them really cared. As long as they were together, a roof over their heads, happiness filling their plates.

New name, new start, new life.

They celebrated that day by having one of the best sex they’d ever had, laughing between their sighs of pleasure, him tickling her sides while she was purposely leaving marks on his neck.

Had he been aware it was the last time he was making love to his wife, he would have made it last longer. He would have been more careful to record her slightest moans, the feeling of her lips on him, the softness of her skin and curves. Every line of her beautiful face.

Wails coming from the crib forced them to get out of bed, and get ready for their appointment.

Knock, knock.

Stefan quickly put a shirt on and walked downstairs to open the door to this unexpected visitor. Probably Cora, their neighbour, who was used to bring them extra veggies or bottle of milk she had. Or someone turned angry by their loud screams of their latest ecstasy. He chuckled at the thought as he grabbed the doorknob.

“Mr Stephen Courtney? " Two men all suited in seriousness and black uniforms were standing on the threshold, papers in hand.

"Yes?”

He thought Australian authorities were so kind to bring them the documents at home. It would keep them from a long walk across the city; Rain was beginning to fall, and he wouldn’t want Courtney -Bree, he wasn’t used to call her that- to be soaked and grumpy. He drew a filthy smirk on his face; he could put the baby back in her bed and Mieke back to their.

“Does a certain Captain Stefan Brandt mean something to you, Mr. Courtney?” The man asked.

His heart stopped. His mouth got dry. His grip tightened on the knob, his knees getting weak for a second.

“No.” He curtly replied.

Mieke popped up behind him, and stopped the baby talk she was singing to Courtney. Bree.

“We were talked a German SS officer by the name of Stefan Brandt had arrived by sea with wife and kid, and tries to hide behind false name here in Sydney.”

Despite the stabs in his guts, Stefan -Stephen!- stood up straight, poker face.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m afraid I can’t accept your answer Mr. Courtney. The sailor who spit out the information was pretty clear: a tall dark blond male with blue eyes and a damn pretty brunette who gave birth in the ship to a lovely baby girl, about 6 weeks ago. How old is your baby girl Mr Courtney? If I’m not mistaken, you told the immigration service lady she was born on board.”

Connor.

This stupid Irish was almost dumb with an empty stomach, but completely unable to hold his tongue after three drinks.

Stephen clenched his teeth, and didn’t answer.

Staring coldly behind his shoulder, the man continued :

“Does that pretty lady of yours know about that?”

“No. She doesn’t.” He cut him off.

“If I may, I’d love to hear it from her.” He insisted, one step forward.

“No, you may not." Stefan stepped back to protect his wife and child.

"Now if you would excuse us, we’re expected.” Stefan grabbed Mieke’s hand, interlocking their fingers together. No. Nobody would divide them.

The man stiffened and reached his arm out, preventing them to walk further out.

“I’m sorry but you’re not going anywhere. You’ll follow us to the police station where we’ll proceed to an official interrogation. I’d like to clear some things up about who you are. Or who you pretend to be.”

Mieke crushed her husband’s hand, holding her breath. No. Not that curse again. She bit her lips which were going to whisper her husband’s name. She wouldn’t risk making a mistake and jeopardize his chance.

“Baby…” she tried.

The tense filled the air around them and Brittany started wailing, her cries getting louder despite her mother’s attempt to calm her down. Losing battle.

The man in black grinned devilishly. “Think wise, Mr. Courtney or whatever your name is. We ’re empowered to use the force if necessary and there are things nobody here is willing for your wife and your adorable child to witness. Aren’t we?”

Stefan clenched his teeth, jawlines sharp. He could feel Mieke trembled. Following these guys was the smartest thing to do, they had repeated their story again and again, to be ready for a moment like that. They had just pictured they would be settled in an office of the Immigration Department building, not here, on their own household. He nonetheless couldn’t resolve himself to let go off the knob he was pulverizing.

No. He won’t leave his house. He won’t leave his wife. Or his daughter. No way. He won’t allow anyone to jeopardize his family, his happiness. He couldn’t stand to figure out his baby girl growing up without her dad. Never let his devastating childhood happen again.

The man was not known to be patient. He was the head detective of the Sydney police department, in charge with the possibly ‘alien enemy’ cases. He was very skilled to detect the cheaters, he got nose for lies and inconsistencies in the stories that are a complete fabrication. He could worm the truth out of the toughest guy, beating up those rats was his favorite part of his job. He had some Nazis or deserters on his list of prides, and was craving to add this one. As cute as his little family seemed, he wouldn’t fool him. A German wuss and a Jewish princess, he shivered in disgust. He would never allow bad blood invade his country. Australia deserved the best of white, honest people.

The cries of the ashamed mixed-blood baby started to piss him off and the brazen faced standing still in front of him wrecked his nerves. He was the law, he was mandated by the Australian government to take that man for questioning. He had to submit to his authority.

“Please, follow me.” He ordered.

Stefan didn’t even move a finger, but tightened his grip on Mieke. He glanced at her, to snap once again to her gorgeous face, which was wasted by terror. She was clung to her screaming daughter, petrified by the situation.

Couldn’t they just be happy? Left alone, just the three of them?

“Now!” The man barked, grabbing Stefan’s wrist.

Game over.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Stefan yanked at the man’s grip. He knew he was wrong -oh yes he was- but he saw no other options.

Though the man was short and skinny, he was quick to strongly punch Stefan in the face, then in the guts, obviously used to fight.

Mieke screamed as she witnessed his husband crashing down the floor, grunting loudly as he wrapped his arms on his stomach.

She jumped forward to grab his husband, the baby roaring out in her other arm. The man bluntly pushed her backward, purposely crashing a foot on Stefan’s hand as he poorly tried to roll on all four.

“Bastard!” He growled between his teeth, the taste of blood invaded his mouth. “Stay away from her!”

The man bent over his face, pressing his heel harder on Stefan’s hand, eliciting a loud rumble from the back of his throat.

“Are you giving me orders, Mr. Courtney? Do you think you’re allowed to open your mouth? I gave you the opportunity to talk lately but you just screwed it up.” He lifted his heel just enough to crash it violently back on Stefan’s hand.

Stefan howled in pain, curling his knees under his chest in a desperate attempt to stand up.

“Down!” He yelled at Stefan, kicking violently in his side again. “You’ll stand up only when I decide you could.”

“No!” Mieke screamed out, kneeling down near him.

The man kicked her roughly in the shoulder, making her fall hard on the floor. Tightening her grip on Courtney not to let her down, Mieke shrieked both in fear and rage.

“FUCK YOU!” Stefan shouted , tugging at the sleeve of the man who was threatening his family.

“Don’t you dare!" The man lost his nerves and hit Stefan like his fist was a hammer, again and again until his knuckles got red. Stefan could only glance at Mieke who was soaked in tears, hugging Courtney safely against her chest, rocking her to make her stop crying.

Then the man started kicking relentlessly on Stefan’s belly, smirking at the crack of his ribs. Gasping from a flash of pain, Stefan threw up, breakfast and blood, while hearing in the distance, his brain getting dizzy and confused:

"And consider yourself lucky I won’t throw your Jewish wife and spawn in a camp. They’re all full of rats and black beetles. I don’t want to add more garbage out there.” The man said in his ear, throwing a threatening glance to Mieke.

“Mieke…” Stefan weakly whispered.

The man viciously smirked in contentment. He had warned him, he was the law. He had power of life and death on strangers, mostly traitors to their countries. He doubted for a second that the guy was a soldier, a captain. He was so weak, despite his large frame and bulging arms.

The woman was still crying , the baby screaming for her little life.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growled at the two females, walking across Stefan’s body, a threatening fist over his head.

Mieke crept back against the wall, hiding her baby girl with her arms. The palm violently hit her face, making her head jerk to the side. Crouching down, the man wiped the tears that soaked her face, letting trails of blood, Stefan’s blood, on her bruised jaw.

“Look at you, poor lamb. Sometimes I feel like the Führer is right. Jewish aren’t better than those dirty natives. You’re even not able to find someone strong enough to protect you.” Narrowing his eyes to scrutinize her face and swollen cheek, he snorted.

“What a shame, you’ve got a damn pretty face. Stay hidden until the bruises disappear and then you could hook a bit to save money. Pretty Jewish princesses like you make good whores on the docks.”

She averted her eyes from his disgusting lustful stare and locked Stefan’s beaten face. Clenching her trembling jaws not to let a sigh or a sob out, she silently cry watching the waste that was her husband.

Stefan couldn’t move a thing, turning his head to witness that bastard hit his wife was already a miracle. Tears flowing down his face, blood slipping out from his cut mouth, he made a lame attempt to reach out his hand towards her.

“Mieke..” he barely whispered, bubbles of blood spitting from his mouth and nostril.

“DAMMIT! This vermin is hard to knock down!” The man left Mieke to face the nearly unconscious body of that so-called Mr. Courtney.

One last kick in his abs, one last punch on his jaw, one last heart-rending scream from Mieke calling his name covered by his daughter’s cries. Then nothing.

Black out.

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Spencer James "And sometimes you cutabitch."

John James Before you realize that he's gross.

Spencer James "My husband is not gross."

John James He is.

Spencer James "Don't talk about my husband that way."

John James "Square up."

Spencer James "Put 'em up."

John James "Ladies first."

Spencer James Lifts her fists, showing him that she would. Nodding her head once to him to see if he would do the same.

John James -smirks as she lifts her hands and his own would follow. His approach different as he tucked his hands in by his head;

Spencer James "You are so fucking cute. I can't!"

John James "Your stance is too fuckin' low and I am not cute, you creep."

Spencer James "You are. And did you just call me a creep?!?"

John James "I did."

Spencer James "I'm not a fucking creep, CUTIE." Cracks up laughing.

John James Groans as he throws his head back. Not liking that one.

Spencer James His groan would only further her laughter, unable to control herself on that one.

John James Hearing her fully enjoy herself, his eyes rolled. "Goddammit, Spence."

Spencer James Hums through her laughter, those words absolute music to her ears. "Yes, daddy?"

John James "You..." he accused, as as she was playing with him now.

Spencer James Smirking, she was only playing for so long as he would allow her to, able to turn it off as quickly as it had been turned on and he well knew it. "You..." she repeated, her smirk fading into something he would be more familiar with.

John James "You." He repeated. Firmer this time as he shook his head gently at her.

Spencer James Finding the firmness in his tone, her smirk would disappear entirely. A slow bite took her lower tier as he struck that which he had found within her. "Me," she whispered, not moving from where she stood, awaiting him as he would find there in her eyes.

John James "You. I love you."

Spencer James Hearing something far different than what she'd expected, her features gave way to a soft smile as she met his eyes. "I love you too, John." The words coming forth easily for the woman, just as they always did, bidding her from the space where she'd stood statuesque and prompted her to take that step towards him.

John James Watching her still stepping towards him, he'd let her step before him.

Spencer James Coming to stand in front of him, her hands found his sides. A soft smile swept her lips as she lifted her chin to take in his features from that closer proximity. "I don't know how you do that," she confessed as he could spark things within her, then alter them so suddenly.

John James "Do what?" He asked as she approached, feeling her to his sides as his hands gently smoothed over her upper arms.

Spencer James "That," she whispered, as though he was just supposed to know, watching the woman go from the height of laughter to the depths of seriousness all in the blink of an eye.

John James "I have to keep you fresh." He reminded her as such was the intensity of the man.

Spencer James Hearing his reasoning, she nodded her head as such a thing would never be a problem. He had her head spinning from the highs and lows of it all, keeping her forever reliant on him through it all. "And now that you have that, what are you going to do with it?"

John James "Good question." He'd admit, even one he asked himself. "Buy a house, pop out a few babies."

Spencer James "Did that and got one..." she whispered, eyes seeking his. "Are you telling me you're ready for another baby?"

John James "Ah, no." Having to laugh at the concept as they were swamped and they knew it. "Someday though."

Spencer James There was a soft sigh of relief as the woman had just had this conversation with Judas the previous day and just couldn't imagine having three under three. "Someday, definitely," she promised him as she drew her hands up his chest to guide her hands to the back of his neck. "Your brother tried to give me a gift certificate for you to get a vasectomy. Or at least that's what I think it was. I declined."

John James "River, atleast, needs to be potty trained by that consideration point." He confessed, thinking more along that line as he felt her to his neck. Smirking at the suggestion. "He's just as bad as I am. We're both two for two on the pregnancy thing."

Spencer James It was easy to agree to that which he offered about River being out of diapers first as the expense would easily put them under if there were three in diapers. As he went on, she looked up at him, slightly confused. "Two for two?" she asked, not sure she understood. "Judas has another kid aside from the one he's expecting now?"

John James "He should. Him and Stef got pregnant when they were 17. He don't talk 'bout it but...he should have like a thirteen year old kid. She miscarried. Nobody really knows that. She was pretty far along too." He confessed as his own hands found her sides. "Then they were trying to get pregnant again but it didn't work. Part of why they split up. Brought a bunch of old shit back." He confessed.

Spencer James Hearing him explain how Judas was two for two, her heart went out to the man and his former girlfriend as that was a pain she just couldn't imagine experiencing. It was no surprise that the man didn't speak of it as she could only begin to think how that must feel. "You think he's scared of that this go round?" she asked, wondering if that's why the man hadn't spoken much of the pregnancy as she only knew of it from John himself. Feeling his hands taking to her sides, her own linked at the back of his neck, remaining close even if the conversation didn't necessarily constitute it.

John James "I can't imagine not really being scared about it but...I think that's why they don't come out much." He remarked as this was one part of his brother that didn't bleed out of him. Everything else was undeniable and in your face but this? "I don't know though. I don't know if he doesn't think about it and doesn't talk about it or thinks about it so much he don't talk about it. No clue." He confessed, white towel on that one.

Spencer James A somberness took over the woman as she couldn't imagine either River or Rhys not being with them, only able to wonder what it all felt like to John's brother. Biting at her lower tier, she hadn't met the woman for more than a few minutes that Judas was shacked up with, but all at once she'd hope for the both of them that things would go well with the baby. Tightening her hold on John's neck, she drew in fully to him, her eyes set to his. "We are very lucky," she whispered, knowing it was beyond true as they had two boys asleep upstairs, and a marriage that was more solid than any she'd ever known.

John James "Crazy lucky." He stated, never having known that pain and hopefully never having to. It was clearly an understatement as he met her eyes. Forehead pressing to hers.

Spencer James Feeling his forehead finding her own, she was right there with him as she brought one hand to the back of his head, continuing an intimacy he had started there that could always show itself in the oddest of times. "I never thought this would be my life, ever. But I'm so fucking thankful for it," she confessed, meaning not just the mechanics of their life together, but also of him, of their boys, of the family unit they had forged over their nearly two years of marriage.

John James Feeling her to the back of his head, hearing her speak as he'd hum simply in agreement. Obviously feeling quite similar as it was crazy how it all worked.

Spencer James In a space that was ordinarily fueled by fire and desire that could not be contained, she found something else entirely. Gratitude and intimacy consumed her entirely as she lifted her chin slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips without the desperation and hunger that usually resided against her lips. Pulling herself into him entirely, her body pressed to his as she wrapped her arms entirely around his neck, unable to get close enough.

John James Pulling her into him, feeling her to his neck as his hands found her hips. A gentle squeeze as his lips retained the isolated gentleness of that kiss.

Spencer James Her lips remained softly pressed to his as he reciprocated that which she offered in the kiss, unable to deny the emotions that resided just beneath the surface as she took a step back towards the stairs, using her hold on him to bring him along, not willing to let go of him even for a moment.

John James Allowing her to pull in towards those steps. Never sure what that held but he'd be fine with finding out as he gave up a nod in her direction.

Spencer James Feeling his nod there within the kiss, she'd continue taking another step back, bringing him along with her without ever letting the kiss fail them, knowing as soon as she found those stairs, the position would be far more comfortable to the man as his neck would get some relief. Taking it one slow step at a time, knowing a fall here would be detrimental to the overall ambience of what they had started downstairs, she trusted him fully with her safety as she took to the second step.

John James Not even trusting himself with such a task as it all made him nervous as he'd guide her back. Lips breaking from hers as he needed his eyes to navigate her. "don't trust me so much." He warned.

Spencer James She'd seen this same position before where he'd only let her up the first few steps like this before she'd either be turned around by his hands or tossed over his shoulder, yet never permitted to back her way up them. "I trust you entirely," she promised him with ease as there were perhaps no truer words in the English language. With her arms remaining around the back of his neck, she leaned in to the curve of his neck, pressing her lips softly to the man's flesh. If he wouldn't kiss her on their way up, she'd entertain herself.

John James As she found the back of his neck, he found the position he was much more comfortable with. Hands to the back of her thighs as he'd lift her easily from her feet and onto himself as he knew she'd hook her legs around him as he took up the steps with a bit more ease.

Spencer James He never would trust the woman to walk backwards up those steps, though she didn't mind the feeling of him picking her up against him in the slightest. Her legs wrapped around his mid-section as her lips continued there against his neck, her arms wrapping around his neck to hold on to him and focus entirely on the taste of him as he took care of the safety of it all. A trail of kisses from the curve of his neck to the lower curve of his ear where she bit softly against him, her tongue tracing the curve before she was nipping against him once more.

John James Not trusting him with her in that moment as he carried her up the steps, feeling her against him and those teeth of hers that drew a light smile from him as they got to the room. Guiding the already open door a bit further open to clear the threshold. "You're trouble."

Spencer James Humming her disapproval with his accusation, she knew she was nothing of the sort and it was him that was trouble there. "I am an officer of the law," she reminded him, releasing that hold on his ear as her teeth sought the side of his neck.

John James "Oh, pardon me." forgetting that meant something to him as he felt her from his ear to his neck. Proving that he was completely right with that accusation as he walked her to the edge of the bed.

Spencer James "Mhm," she managed without ever stopping what she'd set out to do there against his neck, tasting of the man while inflicting short lived jolts of pain that were never too far off with the two of them. "I'm completely innocent," she reminded him, her tongue dragging slowly up the curve of his neck before her teeth found the space just below his ear.

John James Feeling her teeth embedding into him, her proclamation of innocence drawing a full out laugh from him. "Must have made Rhys by myself then." he'd remind her as she could only be so innocent by this point as he was laying her out flat.

Spencer James Feeling him shift her back against the bed, she hummed against the curve of his neck, only wondering what that night had looked like when Rhys was conceived. Was it like tonight where they seemed to have an intimacy about them or a night that looked more like their first? She let the thought steal her entirely for a moment as her lips fell softly against his neck, pressing a kiss to the space she'd bit against a moment before, finding a mixture of both in that moment.

John James Hearing her hum and go silent, he'd take his win. "Exactly." he returned, feeling her to his neck as he leaned over her. Yet, getting some revenge of his own as his head turned and his teeth found the shell of her ear.

Spencer James Hearing his single word declaration of his win there, she felt him there at the shell of her own ear, turning the tables on her. Her own lips parted there against his neck as he stole her breath with the feeling of his teeth to her flesh. Her hand gripped to the back of his neck as she unwrapped her legs from around him. "You're trouble," she accused, much as he had done to her previously.

John James "Yeah, so I've heard." he stated. Unlike her, he had always been trouble. From that family that was trouble and always had been. Yet, she had known this from the jump and she'd find no one denying it as he felt her to the back of his neck before his lips would trail underneath of her ear.

Spencer James He wouldn't deny the title as she had, yet she couldn't even tease him for it as he made his way beneath her ear with his kiss. Her eyes fell closed as she gave into him entirely, just as he could have expected her to do. Humming her pleasure softly, her hand tensed at the back of his neck, rendering her speechless in the moment as he had won this round in more ways than one.

John James "Because someone liked the bad boys..." he reminded her, as he had met her in his cut and though most of the night was a blur, that much was certain. Pressing his lips down the side of her neck where he'd breathe her in.

Spencer James Humming softly, it was true. She did have a thing for that cut. For him. In truth, he was the only 'bad boy' she'd ever been with and would remain as such. Hence the reason everyone was so surprised when they laid eyes on the man she'd married as he was nothing like the clean cuts she'd dated in her younger years. "Someone loves her bad boy," she reminded him as that much was absolutely true. Feeling him down the side of her neck, she felt her muscles tense as her fingertips drifted down the back of his neck to find the collar of his shirt, tugging against it as it was the only way she ever wanted to see the thing removed.

John James Liking the adjustment of that statement. He could only imagine what she had once been into from the way that he was received from people who've know her before. Absolutely mortified and intrigued. Yet, only if they had known. Feeling her to the collar of his shirt as she pulled at it. Only wondering if she wanted help with it but he'd let her tell him as his lips found her throat.

Spencer James The feeling of his lips there against her throat drew a soft whine from her lips as he was easily striking the desire within her as he knew just how to do it. Biting against her own lower tier, she'd entered this room with him under the hold of intimacy only to find herself feeling something altogether different. Never surprised with how this happened as it never did quite remain one or the other. Grasping the fabric in her hand, she drew against it, threatening to sever the connection of his lips to her flesh, yet she'd need his help to remove it entirely. "This. Off." She requested, her words coming forth in the rasp he knew all too well, always seeming heavier in moments such as this.

John James Feeling her grip the fabric as he'd draw back at her command. Knowing there was one way to do it for her as he'd smirk lightly. Reaching back where he'd gather the excess fabric she'd have to released to draw it over his head. Leaving it over his arms for the moment as his lips returned firmly to hers.

Spencer James As he drew back, her hand instantly released the fabric, knowing the man had this for her while he knew just what it would do to her. Something about seeing the shirt removed just so would get her each and every time, meeting the equivalent of her back finding a wall in the midst of a kiss, or the addition of handcuffs to their time together. Certain things forever setting her off, this being one that was almost always there. As he pulled the fabric over his head, she lifted her head from the pillow to meet him halfway in that kiss. The tenderness that had existed moments before had disappeared entirely as now her hands came to the sleeves of the shirt, recklessly pulling it from his body in sharp, quick movements.

John James As she found the rest of the shirt, he let her draw his arms free as he kept his lips pressed to hers. Pressing her head back to that pillow as his hand found the side of her neck.

Spencer James Feeling him guide her back down to the bed, she rid him of the shirt quickly, tossing it off the edge of the bed as she felt his hand to the side of her neck. Meeting his eyes, her heart raced at the contact, feeling as though she needed all of him bare to her in that very instant, yet feeling him there over her, controlling the situation. Between sharp breaths, she'd whisper his name, a plea for him to help her.

John James Meeting her eyes with his own light shade, hearing his name falling from her lips prompting his teeth to find his bottom tier. Tugging outwards at her. Having no clue what she wanted but he'd be damned if that didn't sound good in that moment.

Spencer James Nearly as soon as his name fell from her lips, his teeth were there at hers, responding to her in his own way. Never wanting to sway him to anything else, always wanting him to do whatever it was that he wanted to do, he earned a low whine from her lips as she felt that pull. Moving her hands down his sides quickly, there was an urgency in her touch as she went for the button of his jeans. Flipping the button quickly, her fingertips were at the zipper, doing the same there before her hands were finding the waist of his jeans, jerking down against them with the same sharp motion she'd used against his shirt.

John James Feeling her yanking at his clothing with a familiar urgency. There was nothing better in the world for this man than making his wife want him to this level. Especially with little done to accomplish it. Yet, he liked getting her frantic and panicked if it wasn't obvious already. Feeling her drop his jeans as his own hands were reaching for her shirt.

Spencer James As his hands found her shirt, her own were pulling down against the fabric of his jeans, abandoning them against his knees, using her feet to attempt to push them down, though there was no finesse or skill in her maneuvers as she felt him there to her shirt. Turning her head, she broke that kiss, her teeth landing against his bare shoulder as she bit against him relentlessly while grasping to the waistband of his boxers intent to get him entirely bare in the next ten seconds.

John James Feeling her head turn, he'd groan low as he felt her at his shoulder. "Fuck..." letting her at his boxers where she seemed hell bent on getting them down. Waiting her out before that damn shirt was coming off one way or another.

Spencer James As his own hands stalled at his words, she knew he was doing this for her, giving her that moment to get him bare to her in a way that was not customary for them. Feeling it entirely, she appreciated the gesture, though she'd feel it far deeper later when her heart wasn't racing as fast as it was in that moment. Pushing down his boxers and abandoning them with his jeans, her hand was instantly lured between them to wrap around his cock, feeling as though she'd finally gotten what she was after, while never quite releasing that bite to his shoulder.

John James Feeling her grip him, she'd find him entirely ready for her as usual. Never needing much luring as she stole his breath with her grip and that latch of her teeth. Hand slipping up where his fingers wound in her hair. Luring her head back before his lips were firmly snagging hers before he'd draw back. Hell bent on getting that shirt of hers off and now she'd have to cooperate.

Spencer James As her hand stroked against his length, needing to feel just how ready he was for her, just what she had done to him, she bit against him until his hand came into her hair, demanding that she lean back once more. She fought it for the moment, but ultimately gave into that tug, her lips instantly taken by his to which she'd meet with the same intensity she'd held at his shoulder. Knowing she'd have to give in now as he'd given her what she wanted there, she stroked her hand against him until the time that he'd lure her hand away to allow the passage of that shirt to be removed from her, not letting go until she had no other choice.

John James Feeling her finally lifting as he dragged that shirt up and over her head before he was at her bottoms. Having a sore to settle even if he had come into this severely disadvantaged. "All your fault." The man teasingly accused as this had not been in the game plans.

Spencer James As he lifted her shirt up and over her head, she had to give up the stroke of her hand against him which she might not get back for several minutes. Drawing a sharp breath at his accusation, she knew it was true as she felt him there to her bottoms, undressing her with the same ferocity that she had just shown to him a moment before. Sheer hunger driving them as her hands found the back of his upper arms, gripping firmly at him as she lifted her head again, determined to find that bite once again as she felt him at her pants.

John James As he felt her luring up, he'd stop her right here as he pressed his lips firmly back to hers. Intercepting her as he was pushing down her own bottoms down her legs and as far as he could manage by this point.

Spencer James As he stopped her with the force of his kiss, she wouldn't fight against his kiss. Feeling his hands pushing her bottoms down as far as he could reach, her own hands pushed down at her jeans to lure them down before she was using her own feet against them, clumsily removing them a moment later. Bringing her hands to the sides of his face, focusing in on the firmness of that kiss, her teeth nipping against his lower tier between each pass of their lips.

John James Getting her down to at least the under layer, feeling severely disadvantaged by that point. Feeling her to the sides of his face, feeling her to his lower lip as he'd inhale sharply. Her effect on him noted as he was shifting his hips forward between her legs.

Spencer James Feeling the pressure between her thighs, she felt that which she had just moments before held in her grasp. The contact alone was enough to break the bite she'd taken at his lower lip, giving it up along with all control as she'd had her moment to do as she wished and now it was entirely his.

John James Allowing that grind to continue as his hands reached back to find the clasp of her bra with minimal work. Getting his hands underneath of her which would always require her help before he was unclasping it. Guiding it down her arms as he sought to assure she was ready for him even with her panties on.

Spencer James Lifting easily to his touch, it would work to her own advantage to work with the man at every turn. As the straps of her bra gave, she felt the fabric leaving her entirely, allowing them that skin to skin contact they both seemed to crave so deeply. Feeling him grind against the thin fabric of her panties, he'd find what he was looking for there as the fabric held the proof of his effects on her as she drew one leg to wrap around his hip, wanting to feel him, all of him, without further delay.

John James Feeling exactly what he was after as he drew off her bra entirely. Only a moment later, mournfully drawing his hips back to push down her panties. Not too happy to do it but knowing it to be necessary as he drew them down her thighs and to her knees.

Spencer James Hooking her leg around him had been wishful thinking as a moment later she was drawing it back down, giving up the feeling of him there against her if only for a moment as he drew down the fabric that would finally render her bare to the man entirely. Pushing her panties down past her knees until they fell off the edge of the bed, she guided that same leg back where she'd had it a moment before. With her lips still there to his, her hands found the back of his arms, pulling him into her with the same intensity that seemed to be with them since they had entered that bedroom.

John James Feeling her shift her leg back to his hip, lips pressed to hers as he felt her to the back of his arms. Lured into her with ease as he shifted over her entirely now that the two had finally shed their skin.

Spencer James Feeling him there against her with no barriers left between the two, it would only serve to make her want him more. Drawing breath against his lips, she lost the ability to maintain the sanctity of the kiss, turning her head to the side as she brought her lips against his shoulder once more.

John James Feeling her finally find his shoulder, he wouldn't interrupt her as she had worked for that one. Knowing what to expect as his hand gripped the side of her thigh over his hip.

Spencer James As his hand gripped to the side of her thigh, she would only draw her leg up higher. Pressing her lips to his shoulder, the urgency remained in her kiss until she exchanged that kiss for her teeth once more, nipping against him as her hands tightened at the backs of his arms.

-February 10, 2017

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