#she decides to drag him along her spa days

[fluffypotatey]

S5 is garbage for many reasons, but I think the biggest insult is that we didn't get even one (1) scene of Merlin showing up looking dirty, tired, and/or mildly injured, immediately followed by Gwen invoking wife/queen privileges and smacking Arthur with a slipper like, "STOP. BEING. MEAN. TO. HIM. AND. GIVE. HIM. A .DAY. OFF."

gwen is merlin's best friend first and foremost. she was there for merlin since he first came to camelot. she knows arthur has given merlin extra and unnecessary chores.

so gwen as the queen??? gwen who had arthur (the king) wrapped around her finger??? gwen who understands the pressures of being a servant to a royal is like????

bbc is telling me that she wouldn't help her bestie???? the bestie she had a huge crush on in s1???? she would not pull all the stops to alleviate merlin's workload and offer him spa days???

yeah, ok, sure bbc

[kitscutie]

So I hear you are taking Drew request. Could you please do one where him and the reader have a standing date every week where they have like a spa day? He does her nails, she does his face mask and they just watch movies all night. Thank you!

relax (drew starkey x fem!reader)

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀ꜱ: 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

ꜱ𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺ꜱ𝗄ꜱ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅ꜱ, ᖯ𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇'𝗍 ᖯ𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺ᖯ𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖺ꜱ 𝗁𝖾'ꜱ ᖯ𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗋𝖺𝗂ꜱ𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗂ꜱ𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇ꜱ𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾ꜱ𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗍𝗁𝗂ꜱ 𝗐𝖺ꜱ 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ᖯ𝗎𝗍 ᖯ𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈ꜱ𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ꜱ𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! ᖯ𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾ꜱ𝗍ꜱ 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇! ✩

You walked through the airport with purpose. It had officially been sixty five days and eleven hours since you last saw Drew, your boyfriend, and you were feeling withdrawal symptoms.

Of course the airport wasn't the most amazing place to have a reunion as paparazzi were rife in areas like this, especially when they had been tipped off which it appeared they had been as a line of them had grown outside according to Drew's text.

You didn't really enjoy them, as an actor yourself you had experiences with them before dating Drew and found it was much worse when you didn't have a protective support system and so you felt forever in debt for him simply being there.

You understood it was their job but they sent your anxiety crazy, all the camera and voices. Questions you weren't sure you could answer and so you decided it would be better if he picked you up than calling an uber. They would come whether you were alone or with him anyway.

As you rounded the last corner to the exit of the airport you saw him, buzzcut (which you were yet to see in person) hidden under a dark green cap. Body swallowed by sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt, you had never been so happy to see someone in your life. You would never tell your mom that.

As he saw you, you could assume he smiled as his eyes crinkled though it couldn't be confirmed due to the blue medical mask he wore over his mouth.

Now practically in a full sprint you struggled to keep your suitcase up straight, practically dragging it on its side along the airports floor.

"Holy shit." You whispered as you jumped into his arms. He smelt like comfort. Like home.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly and you could feel the imprints of his many rings pressing into your waist. It was so familiar that you felt your eyes grow teary.

One of his hands moved to cup the back of your head when he heard you sniff. Gently coaxing your head from the space between his shoulder and neck in order to see your face.

"You're crying? Baby, you're gonna break my heart." He chuckled as you broke the hug to wipe at your eyes though he quickly pushed them away, cupping your jaw with his own two hands and using his thumbs to wipe away any left over tears.

"I didn't expect to." You laughed though your voice cracked making it sound sad. "I think I have attachment issues." You added, half joking half serious.

"Maybe." He smiled as he finally removed the face mask from his mouth. God you had missed everything about him down to his smile and teeth.

Deciding you couldn't wait any longer you pulled him into a kiss, hands placed delicately on either side of his waist, hands gripping tightly onto his jumper while his stayed on your jaw.

It was passionate yet gentle. Conveying all of the love you had missed out on the past couple of months. As you pulled away he held your foreheads together.

"I love you." He said, and although it wasn't the first time your heart jumped out of your chest.

"I love you too." You said, leaning in for one last peck before you began the long journey to his temporary home.

"I've never been so grateful to be at a rental home in my life." You sighed, faceplanting onto the bed before turning onto your back. Staring at the ceiling.

Your plain view didn't last long before Drew crawled over the top of you, hands on either side of your head.

"Mi casa, su casa." He winked. You laughed, fingers planted in the now little hair he had. He could pull of any style effortlessly. "You like it?" He asked.

"Yeah. Handsome." You whispered in a trance. "I brought you something." You smiled.

"A gift?" He asked, smile equally as wide.

"Kind of? Just something I've missed." You replied, scooting off of the bed and unzipping your suitcase before pulling out a small clear bag filled with face masks and nail polish.

You watched in delight as his smile grew bigger and a laugh left his perfect lips. "How could I forget? We're two months overdue on a spa date night." He said. Reaching inside and pulling out a bottle of lilac nail polish.

"Wanna paint my nails?" You asked. You knew he did.

"Hell yeah." He grinned, moving into the bathroom to grab a towel so you wouldn't cover the bed in the almost irremovable stuff. "We should go live. They've missed you." He added, talking about his fans. Voice echoey from the tiled room. You chuckled letting out a quiet 'sure'.

Re-entering the bathroom he placed the towel down next to you while grabbing his own phone and beginning the live.

"Hey guys." He said, eyes distracted on opening the bottle of nail polish.

"They are saying your hair looks good." You smiled, loving how kind they were to him. You reached up to ruffle a had through it though he swatted it away in order to begin painting.

"Still." He said, placing it down on his thigh so it would stay steady.

"Sorry guys, he's a bit of a control freak." He only scoffed, continuing his artwork. "Feel free to ask questions we have a bit of free time tonight."

Finally interested, Drew scanned the screen looking for a question he liked. "What's it like kissing the two hottest men on planet earth, and getting paid? Asks Dilfydrew766." Drew laughed, the question directed at you seeing as your character dated JJ Maybank in the show while you dated Drew.

"It's great, thank you." You joined in his laughter. "Oh this ones for you, do you ship Rarry?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? Yeah I do, have you seen Nick? What a hottie." He faux fainted to which you giggled. He continued to paint your nails while you both answered questions and everyone watching fan girled over your relationships cuteness.

"Done!" He grinned, proudly lifting your hand up to the camera.

rarrysmooches: THEY LOOK SO GOD WHAT-

jjsmullet: can act and paint nails? what cant he do

daddydrew453: UR SO LUCKY Y/N TF-

"I know, the luckiest girl. Thanks Starkey, I'll grab the face masks." You answered, getting up to grab the face masks. As your back turned to the camera he continued to read the comments though his hand gave you butt a gentle pat, something he often did when you walked away or got up.

"You're welcome baby." He said before continuing to answer the fans questions though the comments were now flooded with words of how cute you were together or the fact that the pet name baby sounded so hot coming from him. You couldn't help but agree.

“You wanna do green?” You asked, sitting down with a few options he could choose from.

“Sounds good.” He agreed, stilling so you could begin the application. “Where have you been? Someone is asking.” He added.

“I’ve been back at home doing little jobs, mostly just missing this guy.” You smiled, pinching his checks with your hands as they hadn’t been painted in cucumber mint clay mask yet.

“Isn’t she sweet.” He mocked in a high pitch voice all while kissing you on the cheek, though his smile gave away that he had missed you too. "When is the new season of Outer Banks?"

"Definitely not allowed to tell you that." You chuckled, making sure stayed silent.

Finally finishing the application of his and your own face mask you decided to take some photos on your phone while the live continued on his. You couldn't stop laughing as he automatically kissed your cheek due to it being one of your most common poses but was faced with the clay mask instead.

"Oh my god. It's in my mouth!" He said, though it was hard to hear due to his attempt to not let his mouth touch his tongue.

"Babe, stop." You giggled, grabbing a towel from the bathroom to wipe his mouth before you decided that was enough for the night. Wetting said towel and wiping both of your face masks off. "Well, I'm gonna deal with the big baby, I hope you guys have a great night!" You joked, ending the live even with Drew's protests that he needed to defend his honour.

"Have fun?" He said sarcastically, still smiling like he always was.

"Yeah. Just glad to be back with you." You equally smiled, leaning over to kiss his lips.

This is what home felt like.

[doctorhouse5343]

We're So Wonderfully Pretty(Love In The Lab)

It was the journalist's day off so he decided to spend it with reading and drinking coffee..or at least that's what he had planned for himself until he saw his husband look worn out and exhausted beyond belief. The mad doctor looked like he was either about to scream into the void, fist fight the old ones or do an odd mix of both so it was with no other option that Hob had decided to send a text in the private group-chat that he had made with Desire and the rest of the Endlesstein siblings (the name of it was 'Desire To The Rescue').

The text was a cry for help and Desire's immediate reply was 'Leave it to me, sweet Hobsie' with a little winky-face emoji at the end (if he could strangle them through a screen he would just for the nickname alone, including the emoji). The plan crafted by them was this : Bring Morpheus along for a nice relaxing spa date, completed with a facial mask to help with his pores because 'goodness knows he needs it, eeek' and a nice little manicure accompanied by music. After all of that was done, the rest would involve bringing the relaxed doctor over to Destiny's place for a pajama/movie get together with a special guest.

The difficult part however had yet to come : Hob had to convince his sweetheart to accept Desire's plan so it was agreed that Death would come with them to make him feel more comfortable. When told that his favorite sibling would be there Morpheus was delighted..until Desire's name was brought up "Absolutely not, Robert Gadling" He scowled as he gripped his mug of coffee, to him it felt like he was locked in a room were the only way out was to play chess with that one creature from Pan's Labyrinth "C'mon, love..You could use the rest and you don't have to worry about  thing, I'm going to be there every step of the way. Besides you'd look so cute with a towel on your head" Hob cooed as he kissed his jaw, his stubble brushing against his cheek.

So that's how the angry doctor found himself in a car with his husband, his lovely sister and his insufferable sibling on the way to the spa carefully selected by the expert themself. The minute they all got out off the car, the beautiful dark skinned woman hugged her little brother for what felt like the tenth time for the day, almost twirling him off the ground "C'mon little brother, let's go inside!" Death beamed excitedly, her curly dark brown hair bouncing as she dragged Morpheus inside while Hob and Desire followed along, both chuckling. The hours went on in a blur and despite it all, the brooding goth found himself having fun : the place was quiet, there wasn't much stressful noise (instead there was music by The Cure, wish really made him happy) and he managed to get himself cute black gel polish for his nails..He even found himself laughing with Desire, like how they used to when they were kids. It was then that he realized just how much he had missed everyone of them, missed hearing their voice. Soon they went back in the car and head off to Destiny's place, who greeted them with his usual neutral expression but it was clear that despite it all, he was quite delighted to see them. The minute they put away their shoes, their ever so full of energy sister Delirium tackled them for a big hug "Morphiiiiieeee!!! Deeee!!! Des!!!" She exclaimed happily, skipping around them happily "Look at who just came!!!" Before any of them could say anything, the young woman with the colorful hair grabbed Morpheus by the hand and dragged him to the living room, were he was greeted by the sight of someone that he never thought he'd ever see again

"Hey brother, it's been a while" Destruction said with a smile, the same one that he always had seen in his memories. He chuckled as his elder brother hugged him tightly, almost crying "Missed you too, bud..missed you too" The red headed gentle giant patted the doctor's back, nodding to his sister Despair who had decided to show up "It's good to see you both again" She said, her lips almost smiling but not lifting up. Soon the pair broke the hug and the rest of the evening was spent with laughter, stories exchanged. As soon as everyone got in their pajamas, they all sat down with hot cocoa to watch Mary Poppins.

"Thank you, for all of this" Morpheus muttered as he snuggled against his lover, lifting his head up to gaze in those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, so full of warmth and love. "Anytime, my love" He hummed happily as his forehead was kissed, making him sink deeper into his lover's chest. The siblings were all reunited, and this time nothing could ever tear them apart

[austinsgirl]

Rather Die Chapter 21

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Christmas Morning

Victoria woke up to the smell of breakfast being made in the kitchen. Austin & Evelyn are currently frying up ham & making eggs. Evelyn seems to really be getting along with Austin, which makes Vic happy since that is the grandmother to Violet.

"Good morning, Vic." Austin smiles. "Merry Christmas."

"Good morning, Merry Christmas." she smiles back.

Austin walks up to her & talks quietly, "I was thinking we could tell everyone the baby's name during breakfast."

"Yeah, definitely." Victoria agrees happily.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart!" Evelyn says coming behind Vic to give her a hug.

"Merry Christmas, mom!" she smiles. "Breakfast looks amazing. I had no idea you planning to do all this."

"Austin asked me last night if I'd help him. He wanted to surprise you."

"Oh?" she raises an eyebrow at Austin. "Did you now?"

"I did." Austin smiles & blushes a bit.

"That's really sweet of you, Aus."

"You deserve it, Vic. You did so much yesterday. You deserve to just rest and chill out today."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." Vic smiles again.

Once breakfast was ready, everyone sat down at the table to eat.

Austin speaks up, "So um, I have some news. Julie & I have made it official! We are now boyfriend & girlfriend. I asked her this morning with the necklace I got for her with my birthstone."

Every one was congratulating them & seemed genuinely happy except for Victoria.

She put on a fake smile as her heart sank when she heard the news, even though she saw it coming any day now.

"Vic & I also have some news..." Austin says, getting Victoria's attention, dragging her away from her thoughts. "Vic, wanna share the news?"

"So, we have decided on a name for baby girl. Her name is Violet Lorraine."

Austin's sister Ashley immediately started tearing up at hearing her middle name.

"Austin, is Lorraine after mom?" Ashley asks.

"Yeah, it is." Austin smiles.

"That's so beautiful, Austin. I love it." she says. "Mom would love it."

"Thank you." Austin starts to get teary eyed himself.

David speaks up, "Your mom would be so proud & so honored, son."

"Thanks dad." Austin replies.

After breakfast, everyone gathered in the living room to open presents as Home Alone played in the background.

Lots of gifts being exchanged, a lot from Austin as he loves to give & tends to over buy.

Vic opens her first gift from him which is a gift certificate to a local spa.

"Oooo this is so nice, Aus. Thank you."

"You're welcome." he replies. "This place has special messages for pregnant women, and you're always complaining about being sore so it should help. There should be enough on there for a facial & to get your nails done too."

"That sounds so amazing. I will be booking an appointment ASAP."

Mila opened up a gift from Austin next which was a gift certificate to the same spa.

"Ooo Vic! Girls day!" Mila says showing Vic the gift certificate.

"Ooo yes, definitely!" Victoria replies.

As they continue opening gifts, Austin & Ashley both open a gift from Victoria. She had gotten a drawing commissioned of them & with their mom. The siblings both started tearing up.

"Wow...this is um...beautiful." Austin says speechless. "Where did you even get this picture?"

"Your dad may have helped me with that." Vic looks over to David who is looking at her.

"This is so sweet. Thank you so much, Victoria." Ashley says getting up from her seat to give Vic a hug.

"You're very welcome." Vic replies, hugging back.

"Thanks, Vic. This means a lot." Austin says.

"You're so welcome, Aus. I'm glad you love it."

They continued opening presents until everything was unwrapped.

They also went through their stockings which was full of their favorite candies, travel size items, lottery scratch offs, little random things that they'd like, for example, Austin got guitar picks since he plays guitar. There was also beauty items for the women.

After a while, Austin's family said their goodbyes & headed home. Austin said his 'see you later's' before leaving to go to Juliette's parents house.

About a couple hours after Austin had left, he had texted Mila saying he forgot one of Vic's gifts in his closet and asked for her to give it to Vic just incase he didn't see her when he got home.

Mila grabbed a little velvet box out of one Austin's drawers in his closet & went back out to the living room where everyone was now watching The Santa Claus.

"Vic, Austin asked for me to grab this from his room for you. He wanted to make sure you had it today just incase you're in bed by the time he gets home." Mila says as she hands her the box.

Vic takes it from her, confused as to what it could be.

"Oh my gosh...he remembered..." Vic says shocked as she sees what's in the box.

"What is it, sweetie?" Evelyn asks.

"It was months ago. Austin & I had some time to kill before our doctors appointment. We had walked down to Starbucks to get something to drink, and on our way back we walked passed this antique store that had this Tiffany's pearl necklace and earring set in window on display & it was the exact set that-

"Your dad had gotten you for your fifteenth birthday before he passed, and you had lost it in the move..." Evelyn says cutting her off.

"Yes." Victoria says on the verge of tears. "We were running out of time to stop in there, and then completely forgot to go in afterwards because we were too distracted from seeing Violet on the ultrasound. Whenever we would be over there after that, the store was closed. But I guess he managed to go on his own to get it for me. I can't believe he remembered it, and how much I wanted it." she wipes away tears that are streaming down her cheeks.

Victoria feels herself adding on more love for Austin to the love she already has that she continues to try and suppress.

"That is the sweetest thing." Evelyn says. "He really loves you, huh?"

"What?" Vic asks getting caught off guard. "Noo. It's not like that, mom. He just loves me in a friend & the mother of his child kinda way."

"But this was months ago, right? He probably got it before he met Julie." Mila says.

"Juliette." Victoria corrects her.

"Whatever. He definitely did love you to do that."

"Emphasis on the 'did'. He's with Juliette now. It's not like that now."

"Honestly, you didn't hear this from me but, I think it's always like that with him now. I don't think this man will ever stop loving you in that romantic way." Mila says.

"You think?"

"Mhm. I just feel it."

"I hope you're wrong, Mila. I don't think it'll ever happen for us."

"Don't be so sure." Mila raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "I'm rarely wrong about these things. Also got the thought, what if Eliana stole your necklace from you? The one you lost?"

"You know what, she totally could have. I did catch her rummaging through my jewelry box once. She claimed she was looking for something I borrowed from her, which I never did. A pair of earrings were missing after that and she played it off like she hadn't seen them. That bitch." Vic says.

"Yeah, she probably did then." Mila replies.

Evelyn says, "It's sad how horrible of a person she turned out to be. But honestly not surprised. Her parents were always so snooty to us whenever they visited New Zealand."

"Her mom especially." Victoria adds.

Some time has passed. Everyone has gone to bed for the night except for Victoria. She waited up for Austin.

He finally walked through the door a little after 11pm.

"Hey, Vic. You're still up?" Austin asks, seeing her from the kitchen as he puts food away in the fridge he was sent home with from Juliette's mom.

"Yeah. I was waiting for you actually." she replies as she stuffs Sour Patch Watermelons into her mouth. AKA, her current pregnancy craving.

"Oh, you were?" he walks into the living room and sits down next to her on the couch.

"Yeah. I wanted to thank you in person for the necklace set, so thank you, Austin. You really didn't have to do that. It must have cost you a fortune."

"Oh, you're welcome. It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Aus. It's everything. It's absolutely perfect & something I don't deserve."

"What do you mean you don't deserve it? You absolutely do." he grabs her hand in reassurance.

"I don't deserve it. Not after the way I treated you."

"I don't care about that anymore. You absolutely deserve it. After the shit I put you through, the shit Eliana put you through. The way you wanted this so bad because it was something your dad had gotten you that you lost. You need this."

"You're one of the sweetest people I have ever met, you know that?" Vic says starting to sob. "I'm sorry I ever treated you like you weren't."

"It's okay. I'm sorry for the way I treated you. That was something you didn't deserve."

"It's fine. You still piss me off and annoy me sometimes though." she chuckles.

"I can say the same about you, Vic." Austin laughs.

"How was meeting her parents?" she asked.

"It was good. They were really nice. Her dad was kinda scary & weary of me at first but he warmed up to me."

"That's good."

"Yeah. They got me a gift card to Barnes & Noble." he chuckles. "They figured I'd like it since I obviously shop there."

"Right, because you met Juliette there."

"Yeah." he laughs, stealing a piece of candy from her.

"Hey! Those are mine!" she snatches the bag out of her lap. "See, you're being annoying."

"What? You can't give up just one? It's Christmas!"

"No, I need these things to survive right now."

"You're so dramatic."

"I am an actress." she jokes.

"Oh speaking of, I don't remember if I told you. My publicist is already working with yours on getting us interviews for the movie. The trailer drops next week and then the movie is dropping in April."

"April?" she raises an eyebrow. "When in April?"

"Late April I think, but the premier is early April."

"And I'm due the 16th. Great. I hope we'll be able to make it to the premier."

"I'm sure it'll be fine. If we miss it, then oh well."

"I'd rather not, you know? It's my first movie."

"I know, I know. But whatever happens, it'll all work out."

"I know." she sighs.

"We should get to bed. It's been a long day."

"We should. Help me get up?"

"Of course."

Austin gets up and grabs onto her hands and pulls her up.

"Thank you. I'm only 5 months and it's already hard for me to get up sometimes."

"Well, the depth of the couch doesn't help."

"It really doesn't. And hey, thanks again." she smiles.

"You're very welcome." he pulls her into a big hug.

When he breaks away, he drops down to her belly and gives it a kiss. "Goodnight, Violet."

He stands back up, "Goodnight, Vic." he says, looking into her eyes with a quick glance at her lips.

"Goodnight, Aus." she notices the glance at his lips and holds herself back from kissing him.

They turn everything off and head to their bedrooms.

They shut their doors behind them & lean their backs against them, sighing.

Austin thinks, "No. You're in love with Julie, not Vic."

Victoria thinks, "Girl no. We're not doing this again. You are in love with Ash, not Aus."

They take a deep breath, tell themselves everything is fine, and head off to bed.

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[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Eight

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so SO much for your love for this version of them. It means the absolute world to me because I love them too. And I keep thinking of more and more things to do with/to them so this could end up being like 100 chapters if you all continue to want to read it <3

Please let me know what you think!

-x-

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She finds herself watching the clock. 

It wasn’t something she usually did but a day full of paperwork, plus the promise of a weekend away just her and Aaron, had made the day drag. It made minutes feel like hours and hours like years. 

As soon as it’s 5 pm she feels her shoulders relax as she thinks to herself that she might try and convince Aaron to get her some fast food before their drive to their hotel. 

“You desperate to get out of here, Em?” Derek asks, and she smiles as she turns in her chair before she stands up.

“I’m excited for a weekend away.” 

He smiles as he stands too, shutting down his computer. “No Jack this weekend?”

She shakes her head and she stands up, ready to pack everything on her desk away for the weekend, “No, Haley has taken him to spend time with her dad this weekend, so Aaron and I are taking advantage and going away,” she smiles at the thought of it, “We’re not going to have a whole lot of time to do that soon.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Atlantic City,” she replies, “It’s a Sin to Win weekend,” she leans in closer and speaks a little quieter, well aware her fiancé wouldn’t thank her if anyone else overheard, “I sin, Aaron wins.” 

His eyes go wide and his eyes flick to her bump, “Really?”

The look on his face makes her suppress a laugh, the need to mess with him almost making her tell him about the time she did take Aaron to Atlantic City, but she decides to tell him the truth.

“No, you idiot,” she says as she finally laughs, “I’m almost 24 weeks pregnant, we are going to a spa and a hotel in Virginia Beach for the weekend. I have a pregnancy massage booked and then we are going to have a lot of sex.” 

“Ew, gross Prentiss,” he replies, and she laughs at the look on his face, the way he shakes his head as if he was trying to dispel the thought completely. He looks her up and down, smiling at the question he’d clearly been thinking all day. “What’s the dress all about, anyway? Not your normal office wear.” 

She looks down at her outfit, smiling at the red dress she’d decided to wear that morning. Her cheeks flush when she remembers the way Aaron had looked at her when she walked out of the ensuite, his eyes wide as he took in the way the material was snug around her bump. She was struggling a little bit with the changes to her body, how it no longer felt like her own at times - so much of what she could and couldn’t do dictated by the baby, but it seemed to make Aaron even more attracted to her than usual. His hands always reached out for her in a way she knew wasn’t just because he desperately wanted to feel the baby kick. 

He wanted her. All the time. And she wanted him too, the need for him constantly thrumming under her skin. 

She smiles at Derek, her hand drifting to her stomach, “I’m still refusing to wear maternity pants unless I have to,” she replies, only half lying, “That’s what the dress is about.” 

He smirks at her, but any conversation is cut off as JJ walks past, “Have a good weekend JJ,”

JJ winces and holds up a file, not stopping walking to Aaron’s office as she responds, “Sorry.”

Emily sighs as she watches her friend walk into Aaron’s office and hand him a case file, their conversation muted.

“There goes my beach house rental,” Derek laments, sighing as he turns back to his desk to pick up his go-bag. 

Emily sighs, “And my non-refundable booking at the spa.”

Derek raises his eyebrow at her, a smirk spreading across his face, “Didn’t you just buy a house for $3 Million? I’m sure you can take the hit.” 

She rolls her eyes at him and opens her mouth to curse at him, but Aaron cuts over her, already out of his office and walking down the stairs to the bullpen.

“JJ will brief you all on the jet,” he says, walking over and picking up Emily’s go-bag, ignoring her usual protest that she could carry her own things and the accounting eye-roll, “We need to get going, we have a missing co-ed we have a chance of saving.” 

They nod, the importance of the case not lost on any of them, and head towards the elevator. 

“Where are we going?” Spencer asks, his hands in his pockets.

“Tallahassee,” JJ replies, and Emily groans. 

“Florida? Oh man, the heat is going to suck.” 

Derek nudges her gently with his elbow as they all get on the elevator, “I don’t know what you’re complaining about, you’ll be sat in an air-conditioned precinct the entire time.”  

She feels annoyance flick in her chest even though she knows that he’s joking, that this type of lightheartedness had always been part of their relationship, but she finds herself in less and less control of her reactions and emotions. 

“How about you have a baby living inside of you Morgan, and then we’ll see who’s complaining?” She says, raising an eyebrow at him as a challenge. He wants to argue with her, she can see that, but she can see JJ shaking her head at Derek out of the corner of her eye, and he stops, simply nodding in response. “That’s what I thought.” 

When the elevator reaches the first floor they step out, and she feels Aaron just behind her, his familiar scent overwhelming her, “You don’t have to-”

“If you tell me I don’t have to come, I’ll yell at you too,” she says, turning her head to look at him and all he does is nod, a response he had learnt was the safest fairly early on into her pregnancy. 

“I’ll make sure to get your pregnancy pillow from the trunk of the car.” 

Her chest fills with love for him, warming her from the inside out. She leans forward to kiss his cheek, a quick thing she wouldn’t usually allow herself whilst they were still at work, and smiles as she pulls away. 

“You’re the best baby daddy in the world.” 

He groans, closing his eyes and shaking his head at her, “Please stop calling me that,” he says as they follow the rest of the team, “I’m your fiancé.”

___

She feels nothing short of relief on the jet home. 

Part of it is because of the air conditioning, the heat and the humidity of Florida something she was glad to be leaving behind. Mostly she was happy that they’d been able to save someone, something that felt like a rarity. A young girl was going to get to go home.

And a baby had been left without parents. 

The thought of it makes her sigh as she rubs her bump before she reaches for a pretzel, enjoying her winnings from her poker game with Spencer. 

“I still can’t believe you won,” Spencer says his eyebrows furrowing as she continues to eat the snacks in front of her. 

“You’ll get over it,” she replies, smiling at him, “Besides, we both know you would have given me the snacks anyway.” 

He smiles and nods in confirmation, and Derek and Aaron walk over to join them. Emily shifts over to sit next to the window so Aaron can slip into the seat next to her. His hand immediately lands on her thigh, squeezing the muscle beneath his palm. He’d been keeping close by, even more so than usual, since the team returned from rescuing Rebecca. Emily knew it was mostly down to the fact that the dead, recently pregnant, unsub had made him worry even more about her. And that watching a newborn, parentless, baby get loaded into an ambulance would make him worry about their baby, even though they were perfectly fine. Emily smiles and places her hand over his, squeezing it tightly as a silent promise that they’d talk about it when they get home.

“Are you done winning all of Reid’s snacks, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, sneaking a pretzel from the pile in front of her. She slaps his hand playfully and shifts all her snacks closer to her side of the table. 

“Hands off, these belong to me and Nugget” she says, her smile turning into a yawn and then a groan, “Fuck I’m tired.”

“That’s only going to get worse sadly,” JJ says as she and Dave walk over, both of them sitting on the bench seat, “I was exhausted in the third trimester.” 

“That’s why I’m going to start staying back at Quantico with Pen when I hit 28 weeks,” she says, shifting in her seat in an attempt to get comfortable. 

“Just over four weeks to go,” Aaron says, failing to sound casual as if he wasn’t counting down every second. He’d miss her, he’d miss spending basically all his time with her, but he knew he’d feel better once she was staying back at home. He looks at Emily who raises her eyebrow at him, shaking her head subtly to let him know that she could see right through him. 

“Pen is going to make such a fuss of you when you stay back,” JJ says, smiling at her, “I remember when I was having Henry she kept me fed and watered like I was a pet she was looking after.” 

They all laugh and Emily can just picture it. Weeks of Penelope doing her best to look after her as she tried to not get annoyed by her friend's coddling.

“Well she’d better not get too used to it,” Dave adds, “Otherwise she’ll miss you when you start coming back with us after your maternity leave.” 

Emily is grateful that she doesn’t physically react beyond squeezing Aaron’s hand even harder than she already was. They had a point of not telling the team about her plans to move elsewhere in the FBI after she had the baby. Mostly, she had wanted a chance to get used to the idea first herself. She knew it was the right thing to do, that it was what she wanted to do, but she also knew she would miss this. She would miss spending time with the family she’d found in the most unlikely of places. But now she was used to it, she had total peace with her decision. 

She just hoped they would too. 

She looks at Aaron and their eyes meet. She loved that they could always say so much without words at all. That all she needed from him was a small nod and a half smile, one of his dimples appearing on his cheek as understanding and affection flash in his eyes. She smiles and looks back at the team, grateful as Aaron starts to rub his thumb back and forth over the heel of her hand.

“Actually,” she says, blowing out a slow breath, “I won’t be coming back.” 

She watches as her words sink in and looks of confusion pass over her friend's faces, all of them stunned into silence. 

“You’re not coming back at all?” 

She looks at Spencer and hates the sad look in his eyes, and she smiles at him, “I’ll come back to the FBI once I’ve had my maternity leave, but not to the BAU. I’ve been talking with the counterterrorism unit and the homicide unit,” she explains. The silence that follows feels awkward, thick in the jet around them, so she carries on, “It means hardly any travelling if any at all and a better working schedule, so I’d be able to be home a lot more often with the baby than if I came back.”

“You never said anything,” Derek says, furrowing his brows, “We see each other every day.” 

“We can’t both be away all of the time,” she says, “It’s just not feasible.” 

Emily looks up at Aaron and widens her eyes slightly, silently asking for help. He nods and smiles at her before turning to look at the team, his smile slipping away as he looks at them sternly in an obvious attempt to intimidate them into not asking too many questions.

“We spoke about it just after we found out Emily is pregnant, and we decided it was best if she was the one to leave the team.” He explains. He’d offered to do it, and whilst she loved him for it, she knew it wasn’t the right call. Not yet. He was the BAU, he was the thing that held them all together.

“You thought about leaving?” Dave asks, looking at his friend in disbelief. 

“One of us has to,” Emily says, “Look at what happened today. That baby has no parents, he’s not even a day old and he has no one. I’m not doing that to my kids.” 

“Kids?” Derek asks, sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Jack. This baby,” she smiles thoughtfully, “Any others that might come along,” she shakes her head and shrugs, “And I was raised by a mother who put her career before me, and I refuse to do that to my children.”

That was at the centre of it all. She had promised herself for years, since she first knew she wanted children if the right guy at the right time came along, that she would be her mother. She had never come first. It was always the job. Or keeping up appearances. Or alcohol. Never her. 

She wasn’t going to do that to her children.

“I still do it,” JJ says, an edge of defensiveness to her voice, “Do you think I’m putting my job before Henry?”

Emily sighs, closing her eyes to give herself a moment to centre herself before she looks at JJ, “Of course not, but Will has a different job and isn’t sat next to you whenever you fly to wherever the hell it is we’re going,” she clears her throat in a failed attempt to try to push back the emotion she can feel climbing up it, tears that she can’t control flooding her eyes.

JJ sighs, her irritation fading away as she sees Emily is getting upset, “Em-”

“No, I’m fine,” she insists, taking Aaron’s handkerchief as he passes it to her wordlessly, “It’s the fucking hormones, I cry at everything. Just ask Aaron.”

They look at him and he nods in confirmation, “Sergio laid his head on her bump the other day and she cried because it was cute.” The team chuckle and a little bit of the tension in the air dissipates, “This is our decision, it’s Emily’s decision,’ he says, smiling as she leans her head against his shoulder, seeking out his comfort in a way she usually wouldn’t in front of the team, “You don’t have to like it, but you have to respect it.” 

He watches as they all nod, and they fall into a silence that is significantly more comfortable than the one from a few minutes before. Aaron watches as Dave stands and reaches over the table to take a peanut, but Emily hits the back of his hand before he can even touch one.

“Hey,” he exclaims, making a point of rubbing the back of his hand even though she hadn’t hit him hard enough for it to hurt, “What’s your problem?” 

“Those are her snacks,” Derek and Spencer say at the same time, and the team all laugh. It makes Emily smile and reassures her that even though everything was going to change, it would be fine. 

___

Emily snuggles around her pregnancy pillow, her hand on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable. She smiles as she hears Aaron downstairs in their apartment, dishes clattering against the kitchen counter as he gets her the snack she asked for. 

“Daddy is getting us some ice cream,” she says, rubbing circles on her bump, the material of Aaron’s t-shirt soft under her palm, “Although, he did make me agree to have salmon and greens for dinner tomorrow so I’m sorry about that in advance.” 

She smiles as she feels the baby move, much sharper than she was used to, as if it was responding to her, and then she freezes as she realises she’d felt it with her hand too. She sits up quickly, her hand pressing even harder into her belly.

“Oh my god, did you just kick for real?” She asks, and she feels it again, making her laugh to herself, the sound catching on a sob in her chest as she quickly gets out of bed, “Aaron,” she yells, not wanting him to miss this after he’d spent weeks with his hand all but glued to her belly so he could feel it, “Aaron.” 

She’s already in the hallway when she hears him respond, yelling her name back, dishes hitting the counter with force as she hears him running. When she makes it to the top of the stairs she pauses, smiling when their eyes meet. He’s already halfway up them, his eyes wide as he looks her up and down.

“Emily?” He says, “Are you ok? What’s happened?”

She feels a pang of guilt when she realises she must have scared him and she places her hand on his cheek when he makes it to the top of the stairs. He looks her up and down, as if she could have potentially injured herself in the few minutes he’d been downstairs. 

“I’m ok,” she says, smiling widely at him, “We’re ok.” 

He sighs, resting his forehead against hers, “Jesus Christ Em-”

“Nugget kicked. Properly,” she says, taking his hand and placing it on her stomach, “I didn’t want you to miss it.” 

“You felt a kick?” He asks, the panic in his eyes replaced with joy, both of his hands on her stomach as they fall into silence as they wait for movement. 

“Come on baby,” Emily says, “Kick for Daddy.” 

She watches as Aaron waits, his patience unending, and she feels sighs in relief when she feels it happen again. A sharp kick from her insides that she knows Aaron has felt too when his eyes go impossibly wider. 

“Hi Nugget,” he says, his voice thick as he kneels down in front of Emily, his face level with her bump, “Hi.” 

Emily smiles as she runs her hand through Aaron’s hair, and her cheeks ache with happiness when he looks up at her, his eyes shining. She wipes her finger under his eye, catching a tear as it falls, and she chokes out a laugh. 

“I love you,” she says, her smile shaking, “I love you so much.” 

Aaron stands, ignoring the pull in his back and knees as he does so, and tugs her into a fierce hug. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he kisses her temple, “I love you.” 

She pulls back from him and kisses him fiercely, tasting his joy on his tongue as she buries her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. She presses her forehead against his when they pull away and she smiles when he chases her kiss. 

“Do you still want your ice cream?” He asks, his hands drifting up the back of the t-shirt she was wearing, and she shakes her head, “You’re not hungry anymore?” 

She bites her lip before she kisses him again, her smile wide, “Not for ice cream.”  

-x-

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day 125 asking for home again please i'm begging u i don't mind if you have a new chapter an idea or just rambling randomly about this fic i'm only asking for crumbs i hope it will touch your heart

Anon, you moved me. I'm so sorry I forgot your request. I have a memory like swiss cheese.

The rewrite has temporarily stalled, only because I have four chapter fics going, three one-shots needing to be finished, and I'm plotting out Whumptober, Nanowrimo, and Ficmas. Plus I have uni work which involves planning and writing a manuscript in 2025. Soo rewrites have escaped me for the time being.

But I do have plans to add a couple of fics to that series. The next fic I was going to publish was second chronologically - Cynthia's wedding. So this takes place maybe eight weeks after Home Again, so everything is kind of new and Jasper gets to experience Alice's family nonsense and how the insanely rich live.

Other fics I was messing with in this universe (the file for these has disappeared, so I have to do a deep dive on my harddrive to see where it was filed but it's totally gone at the moment) includes Alice's father showing up in Mexico for a surprise visit at a very inopportune time; the Brandons deciding to have a pre-Christmas gathering at Alice's house so that Alice's mom can get a bunch of photos for social media; Alice and Jasper in Seattle (I mean, we need to have Maria show up at some point - I love writing Maria); plus drama around the rest of the family - Edward and Bella having a baby, Peter and Charlotte getting married, and just other wholesome nonsense.

I might also drag the OG drafts for celebrity Alice out of the archives for Ficmas because, listen, the original Vision was very different. I think there were three different versions in 24 hours, lol.

Anyway, here is some of the draft of Cynthia's Wedding/the Spectacle.

jasper.

Flowers.

That was Jasper’s first thought.

He’d never seen so many flowers in one place before.

Or ribbons.

Or people.

“Breathe.” Alice was standing beside him, looking much more at ease than he felt. She looked beautiful but almost foreign on his arm; she’d had hair and make-up people in their suite early, and had emerged with an artfully messy updo and an almost porcelain-doll appearance.

She didn’t seem entirely real, honestly.

None of this did.

They’d arrived in New York City the afternoon before and this had been the most eye-opening twenty-four hours of his life.

First of all, the chauffeur that had picked them up from the airport had swept them to one of the most expensive hotels in the city - he knew Alice had vetoed the Plaza, where Cynthia was getting married, citing a complete lack of privacy - and they had been quickly and efficiently swept up to a suite that was, frankly, nicer than his Seattle apartment. A perfectly tailored suit and Alice’s dress for the wedding had been waiting for them, along with a handwritten schedule and half a dozen floral arrangements - as well as a bottle of champagne and a ‘good luck’ note from Carmen, which made Alice snort.

There had been a dinner reservation made at the hotel restaurant with Alice’s godmother - a pinched woman who downed three martinis and left citing a need for a cigarette before they’d even received their entrees. Alice had laughed at his total bewilderment - “I’ve known her my whole life, Jas, and I’ve never seen her eat anything more substantial than a martini olive - or stay at an event longer than thirty minutes.”

The next morning, Alice had disappeared to spa treatments, hair, and makeup after breakfast, and returned to the room looking rather blank and popped two pain pills on a relatively empty stomach but had reassured him that she was fine. He’d even gone out to get her something to eat, but she’d only picked at it and blamed nerves about being in front of the camera.

And now they were at the wedding.

Alice’s dress was beautiful - dark plum lace tailored close to her body with a high neck and buttons running down her spine. The hem brushed the floor, concealing the fact that she had insisted on nearly four inch heels despite the pain they caused her. A small fortune of diamonds hung from her ears and around her wrist that Alice claimed belonged to the family trust, from a long-dead family member. The suit Carmen had arranged for him was tailored so perfectly that it was one of the most comfortable things he’d ever worn - and one of the nicest, far and away nicer than what he'd worn at his own wedding.

That made him a little nervous - first class flights to New York, the hotel room, the suit… Alice had convinced him that as her date, she was going to cover everything. He was doing her a favour, after all - Cynthia wouldn’t have allowed her to attend without a plus-one. But this whole weekend was costing more than his entire life, and that made him somewhat uncomfortable.

“This is…”

“A lot, I know.” Alice’s smile is pasted on her face, and doesn’t look quite right. “Just look like you’re happy to be here and no one will notice.”

“I’m happy to be here with you, this is just terrifying,” he murmured in her ear and for a moment, Alice’s mask dropped and she gave him a genuine, albeit bashful, smile.

The entrance had an actual red - well, gold - carpet at the entrance, against a wall of white roses. Various photographers were lined up, snapping away. It took him several moments to place a few of the other guests dotted along the carpet - models, celebrities, singers… It was surreal.

Ignoring people calling out to her, Alice carefully guided him inside the hotel.

—

The ceremony room was all gold and white, adored in hundreds of white candles, and masses of flowers in whites, pinks, and lemons. It was dizzying and oddly hypnotic, like standing in a secret garden but knowing that something wasn't quite right about it.

Gold chairs draped in silky fabric were arranged for the guests - rows and rows of them, negating Alice’s assumption that this was planned to be an intimate wedding. A white and gold bar was set up at the back of the room, where numerous people were clustered around - people Jasper had only ever seen on TV.

“You’ll be seated in the front row,” the perky attendant said, escorting them down the aisle, gesturing to two seats.

//

Securing a glass of champagne for Alice and a gin-and-tonic for himself, Jasper immediately returned to where Alice was seated - where a man was looming over her. He wearing a well-worn, rumpled suit, clutching a drink like it was a lifeline, and looked like he needed a shave and a good night's sleep. He wasn't anyone that Jasper recognised, but the way he was scrutinizing Alice made Jasper feel oddly protective of her.

"Mary, Mary," the man said in a rough voice that sounded almost mocking to Jasper's ears as he handed Alice her champagne.

“Alistair,” the fake smile is back but Alice doesn’t rise, merely nods at him. “How are you?”

Alistair, the former fiancé - a long-time associate of Alice’s father and not someone Alice has spoken of fondly. He didn’t know the details of the break up - or even the engagement - and he couldn’t bring himself to google search his own ... what? Girlfriend? Either way, it felt very disloyal to google things Alice didn't really want to talk about.

“You look better than I expected,” Alistair is frank, and is inspecting Alice like a piece of meat. “The way your family has carried on, I expected...”

"To be at death's door?" Alice offers sweetly.

"You not to be here," Alistair chuckles, before looking Jasper up and down.

//

Mr Platt is exactly what Jasper expected; an imposing man with salt and pepper hair and generic movie star looks. He doesn’t acknowledge anyone around him, firmly focused on his phone. There’s a haughty looking woman next to him in a shimmering dark blue dress and smooth red hair that Jasper suspects is his wife, even if she isn’t old enough to be Alice’s mother.

“Fourth wife, former assistant,” Alice murmurs to him from behind her champagne glass. “Mother of two daughters, and she’s very upset that neither of them were boys.”

[masterqwertster]

Umm... 20. "Keep your foot elevated", 4. "Do you want me to wash your hair?" and/or 10. "Can you braid my hair?" for Chetney, Orym, Fearne and Laudna?

Okay, that's a lot of requests in one ask. So, let's narrow this down. Gonna pass on 20 "Keep your foot elevated" but I'll do 4 "Do you want me to wash your hair?" and 10 "Can you braid my hair?" since those jam together nicely. Also kind of skimped on Chetney, sorry. And since it looks like Bells Hells will be together again at last after some harrowing times for Team Issylra, have a Spa Day: Take 2.

"Here, let me wash your hair," Fearne says, sloshing up behind Orym in the big open-air bath.

He almost says no, simply because he doesn't need help washing his hair. Part of the reason he keeps it cut so short is because that makes it easy to handle on his own.

But Orym has missed Fearne something fierce during his trying times in Issylra. Missed her directness, her mischief, her unwavering support, her whimsy, her comforting warmth. He's missed his best friend so much.

So he lets her drag him over to the submerged bench ringing the pool, doesn't resist when she sits him in her furry lap, and finds himself leaning into her large (to him) hands as she massages the shampoo into his scalp.

"Hey, did the Wildmother ever give you my message?" Fearne asks.

It takes Orym a moment to reply, as he was just starting to drift from peaceful relaxation into sleep.

"I... Maybe? There was a night with... a bunch of nature spirits. What was the message supposed to be?" he answers uncertainly.

"Just that we were okay and hoping to see you soon."

"Then, yeah, maybe. I... The people there said the spirits, the eidolons, are separate from the gods, but the Wildmother oversees nature, so... I don't know. Maybe she encouraged them to be friendly that night? They were... comforting," Orym stumbles through the explanation.

Fearne nods along. She wasn't even sure she had actually spoken to the Wildmother that night, so it's not like she was expecting a concrete answer. Still, it's nice that something nature-y that could have been her happened. And that it made Orym happy.

A frown flickers across the faun's face. The half of Bells Hells that went to Issylra came back with a lot of sad and mad and hurt. Which is just not fair to them. Orym and Ashton and Laudna are some of the best people she knows. They should have gotten to have happy times too, like her and Chetney and Fresh Cut Grass. Even Imogen wasn't as down as them, and she was missing Laudna so much the whole time they were separated.

That's why they're trying to spoil the trio with a spa day, new clothes, things to make them feel good.

"Do you want help with your hair?" Orym offers into Fearne's contemplative silence.

"Oh, they already washed my hair and fur," Fearne waves it off. When she sees the little frown mar Orym's face, she makes a counter offer, "But you could braid my hair, if you want."

"Sure," he says with a relieved little smile. This is an uncomplicated kindness. A kindness with no ramifications to the results of a war to consider. "Do you want me weave flowers in?"

"Mhmm," Fearne hums with a big, eager nod.

Orym slips up onto the lip of the bathing pool behind Fearne and starts separating out her hair for braiding, considering which flowers he wants to add to her hair. It's always hard to decide with Fearnie.

"Ooh! Laudna, come here! Let me braid your hair!" Fearne calls out as she notices the shadowy woman walking towards the pool.

Laudna lets out a little startled noise, but smiles amicably and wanders over.

"You know, I don't think I can remember the last time someone braided my hair for me," she says, slipping into the water. "Though I fear one of you is going to have to be quick. I start falling apart if I stay in the water too long."

"Sure, sure," Fearne nods, barely listening as she tangles her fingers into Laudna's limp hair. "Do you want flowers in your braid?"

"Yes. That sounds nice," Laudna murmurs. "...But not white or blue ones."

"Of course. They wouldn't really suit you anyways," Fearne's face screws up at the idea of those colors.

"Red poppies," Orym suggests, aware that Laudna's request is not about color coordination.

"Oooh, yes!" Fearne agrees with a wagging tail. "Those looked so pretty last time."

As the little hair braiding session continues, Orym catches sight of Imogen lingering in the doorway, a sad smile on her face. Some reunions had been tougher than others after the experiences they've all faced. Imogen must be content to see Laudna finding some joy here, because she retreats to another part of the spa after watching for a while.

Eventually the braids are done and the ladies exit the water. Orym just made one big braid down the back for Fearne, a mess of bright and beautiful flowers artfully woven into the seafoam green strands. Laudna's braids... well, there's no mistaking the chaotic whimsy of Fearne in their design. Though Orym does have to give the faun credit for using the white streak in Laudna's hair for a single striking braid of black and white.

As the regroup with some of the others, Chetney wolf whistles, "Looking good, ladies!"

"You know it!" Fearne replies with a salacious wink and wiggle.

And that is something Orym is still getting used to being an actual thing.

[geminiamethyst]

Skyline Gang: Fears (Misty)

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This is a combined request from two of my followers on Wattpad. I’m also going to make this into a mini series to experiment with.

Enjoy!

This was one of the few times aside from the Christmas period and most other holidays that the Skyline was closed. This gave the staff time with their families, and the resident Skyline Gang to relax. On days like this they could do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they went out for day trips or just hung around the Skyline. They even had a whole day spent in their pyjamas as an over exaggerated sleepover party since the weather was that terrible. This time they decided to stay a little closer to home. It was time for a day at the beach. No need to go too far, just jump across the road, pick a spot and just do whatever they wanted. The best part was that they went quite early so the beach was mostly quiet. Just a few early morning swimmers and a couple of dog walkers.

Dude started off with a short swim, but then ended up being caught in a splash war with Candi, Pip and Sprout. Bud was with Rainbow exploring different rock pools and documenting what their findings were. Mimi was tanning, refusing to get her hair wet and full of sand. Misty was just sitting under a parasol that the Gang set up for some shade. She stayed safely perched on a towel, refusing to come off of it unless it was on her own terms.

Beaches weren’t really her thing. She loathed sand. It just gets everywhere. There was also something rather unsettling about it. It wasn’t serious, but she just felt a little uncomfortable whenever she ran on sand and her feet sunk in it. She always shook it off very quickly though. You can’t just fall through sand unless it was quicksand, right? Anyway, she was outvoted in what the Gang wanted to do today. She wanted to check out a haunted house tour, while Mimi wanted to go to the stupid spa and Bud wanted to go to some dusty, boring museum. Everyone else decided on the beach and got to a small compromise.

After a couple of minutes, the splash war ended. The four participants called a truce and decided to take a break. Pip sat next to Mimi to have a quick chat about nothing in particular while helping herself to a drink from the cooler that the Gang brought. Candi, Dude and Sprout had wrapped themselves up in their dry robes for a bit, just unsure what to do for a minute. Then Dude decided to check on Bud and Rainbow, curious as to what their discoveries were. Misty didn’t understand why Dude was such a nut for marine wildlife. It was just a bunch of fish. Nothing special. Candi and Sprout didn’t join him, finding what he wanted to do boring as well.

“Let’s build some sandcastles! I can go look for some shells!” Candi suddenly proposed. She loved building sandcastles. If she was lucky enough, she’d sometimes find tiny pieces of driftwood to play pretend as dolls. Sprout suddenly glanced at Misty. She had been sitting there on that towel doing nothing. Time to drag her into some fun, whether she wanted to or not.

“I’ve got a better idea! Let’s bury Misty!” He announced, getting to the spot between where Misty was sitting and where Mimi was tanning. It was a gap of a few metres so it shouldn’t bother Mimi too much. Misty smirked at the idea. Okay, she’ll play along for a minute. She still hated sand. So once Sprout buried her, she’ll just burst out and chase him as payback.

Suddenly, as Sprout started to dig a small pit for Misty to lie in, her heart rate spiked! She started to sweat a little, but it wasn’t from the heat of the day. Her pupils dilated a little as she found it hard to breathe. Something felt awfully wrong. Was she afraid? No, she can’t be afraid! She’s a mischief maker, she isn’t supposed to be afraid of anything. Sure she’s had a couple of scares before, but nothing this bad. It was like the only thing she ever knew was being afraid in just a split second.

“That’s not funny Sprout!” Misty suddenly shouted, getting to her feet. It was like a bomb had burst inside of her. Her voice was loud enough to catch everyone’s attention. Even Dude and Bud froze to the spot after having heard that.

“Take it easy, Misty.” Sprout stammered as he looked up at Misty. He shook a little as she glared down at him, angry and scared. He didn’t understand. One second Misty was smirking, then literally the next, she was like this. What was with her all of a sudden?

“Just stay away from me!” Misty shouted, and without warning, kicked sand at Sprout in retaliation. The kick was hard enough to spray sand at Sprout and nearly caught Mimi. Sprout raised his arms to protect his face. Thankfully none of the sand got in his eyes. Misty didn’t wait for the scolding. She just turned and ran away. Everyone else was still frozen in a state of shock and being appalled by Misty’s actions. Just like Sprout, they had no clue as to what was going on. Misty and Sprout have fought before, plenty of times. However, this time, everything felt different. Nothing in the air felt like it was in the past.

“What happened?” Pip asked, glancing back and forth between Sprout and where Misty was running to.

“I don’t know.” Sprout stuttered, shaking sand off of himself. “I was just joking about burying Misty in the sand, and then she just freaked out.”

Candi watched the entire exchange in silence. The two shells that she had found dropped from her hand. One pink, one a greyish white. She was going to give the grey one to Misty. Aside from the colour, both shells looked almost identical. They were opposites of each other. Just like Misty was Candi’s opposite. She felt like something was wrong before Misty had her outburst. It was sharp like a needle and spread like electricity. It was so sudden that she flinched from it. And a misty having such a moment like that, it was clear to Candi as to where it came from. She never had a feeling like this, but there was this instinct inside her. It told her what was wrong with Misty.

Before everyone could snap out of their stunned state, Candi started running after picking up her shells. She followed Misty’s sunken footprints. She could hear Sprout shouting after her, but he was stopped by Mimi. Everyone was letting Candi handle the situation. They collectively believed that she can work her magic in helping Misty. Candi was grateful that she was trusted with this. If anyone can get to the bottom of this, it’s her. She knows what’s wrong, but she needs to gently guide Misty to tell her on her own. She can’t force out the issue.

Candi continued to follow Misty to a rocky part of the beach. It was far enough away from the Gang where they couldn’t be heard. Good, they’ll have some privacy. That’ll make everything easier. Candi searched around for a minute. So far she couldn’t find Misty. Not to mention, Misty’s footprints had vanished, she must have scrambled over the rocks to keep herself from being discovered. Candi refused to give up. She needed to find Misty.

“Misty! Misty, where are you?” She called out over the screech of seagulls and crashing waves.

“Go away, Candi!” Misty’s voice rang out like a church bell. That didn’t deter Candi. It only strengthened her searching. She used that voice and her connections to Misty like a radar. If Misty responded back to Candi, it meant that she wasn’t too far away now. Candi searched a bit more, and found Misty at last. She was huddled against a rock, almost blending into it as she was in the shade. Her eyes were still wide like dinner plates, and her body was trembling as if she was a power tool at a construction site. She glanced up at Candi, unimpressed by her visitor. She curled up even more, as if she was trying to shrink herself to the size of a mouse.

“Misty? Are you okay?” Candi asked, remaining where she was standing. She can’t crowd Misty too much. She needs to be patient.

“I’m fine. Nothing is wrong.” Misty said. She tried to raise her voice, and wanted to order Candi to go away again, but she couldn’t. It was like she was tired and too weak to say anything else. She shook even more as she was mad at herself. She held herself tighter, her nails starting to dig into her skin. Candi bit her lip. She knows that Misty was lying. This only fuelled her to stand her ground even more. She doesn’t care if Misty pushes her away in the end. She’ll just keep trying. Cautiously, Candi knelt down on the sand after softly approaching Misty a little more. Misty tried glaring at her, but the best that she could do was frown a little.

“Misty, don’t lie to me.” Candi stated, her voice becoming firm. Don’t give up, but continue to be gentle. Misty’s frown lessened a little. “We’re opposites, we have a connection. I know when something isn’t right. You were afraid, weren’t you?”

Misty flinched as she sat up straight in surprise. Her frown was wiped away and was re0laced by a look of surprise. Waves and seagulls replaced the silence between the two girls. It was calming. Nature had that effect on anyone. Even Misty had to admit that nature’s magic worked on her. All the tension that she had just drained away.

“Can’t hide anything from you.” Misty shrugged in the end. She had a feeling that Candi won’t let this go that easily. “You might be ditzy at times, but you can be sharp when it suits you.”

Was that a backhanded compliment?

Oh well. Candi will take it without complaints.

She ended up sitting next to Misty, remaining silent. Let Misty take her time. She will tell Candi at her own time. If they stay here until the tide comes in or it starts to get dark, so be it. Candi knows that if she forces the issue, Misty will most likely shove her away and never talk about it again it again. Just let Misty come to Candi. Take the time that Misty needed.

“When Sprout said “let’s bury Misty” I thought that I should humour him. Let him have some fun for once before scaring him or something.” Misty started, smiling a little as she remembered her origins, plan. However, her smile faded as her shaking body shuddered even more. She just felt that awful feeling as she recalled that second that Sprout started digging and how it led to her lashing out. “But then…I don’t know…when he started to dig near me, I just…something really strange happened. I suddenly felt afraid. And do you know what the worst part was? I couldn’t even get the words out…I couldn’t say that I was afraid…”

Shouting, lashing out and getting angry. That was the automatic defence that Misty used whenever she needed it. Lashing out sometimes works, even if she gets grounded by Dude in the end. No doubt he might do it again if she doesn’t apologise to Sprout about kicking sand at him. But talking about her problems? She never thought to do so, because she thought that no one would listen to her. Especially with her track record of causing trouble. So to have Candi of all people to talk to felt nice. She felt better and almost forgot her troubles. Is this normal? Was she supposed to feel this uplifted? Whatever. She will ride this feeling for as long as she can, even if it lasts for a few seconds. Feeling Candi rub her back increased that feeling. Why did she never do this before again? Doesn’t matter anymore. Just as long as she’s not teased for it or something like that.

“Misty, it’s okay to admit when you’re afraid. There’s no shame in it.” Candi gently spoke, continuing to rub Misty’s back.

“Not for me!” Misty shouted, throwing her arms up in the air. Candi backed off a little. Just let Misty shout. She kind of needs it. “I’m Misty the Mischief! I’m not supposed to be afraid!”

“That’s not true. Being afraid, being scared, that’s what makes you human.” Candi smiled kindly and patiently. Misty stopped her rant. She couldn’t spit out any other protest. She just looked at Candi with another stunned look on her face. Seeing this, Candi continued. “It proves to yourself that you’re human, not just a being made up by magic. You’re your own person Misty. We’ve told you this before. It’s okay to be scared.”

Is it really okay to be scared? From the second that she woke up into the world, Misty believe that she couldn’t show that she was afraid. A couple of scares maybe. But the fear that she showed Candi and the others was different. Sometimes, Misty forgets that she’s human because of how she was created. A being made up by magic like her can forget like that. So to be reminded that she’s human felt nice. Just nice feelings like this, while it felt abnormal in a way, made her feel better. But as nice as this is, she can’t get too soft now. She’s got a reputation after all.

“Just don’t tell Sprout. I don’t want him to tease me.” She said, trying to bring up the tough girl act.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Candi sighed a little. Misty stayed quiet. Best let Candi say her peace. “If you want my honest opinion, I’m sure that he’ll understand. Everyone will. We all have our fears, just like you.”

Misty blinked twice at that. Would they understand? They’re human, just like she’s meant to be, right? Like Candi said, having something to fear is part of human nature. So  they should understand. They’ve got their fears, so does Misty. There shouldn’t be any problems.

Candi smiled widely before getting to her feet. She didn’t hesitate in offering an open hand to Misty. The message was clear. Time to head back before the others get any ideas in trying to find them. Once Misty got to her feet, she was a little unsteady. Candi offered to help with balance but was refused. Misty took a few seconds, and finally she got a better centre of balance. Seeing that she was more steady, Candi continued to smile widely. She held out her hand, the grey shell in the centre of her palm. Misty hesitantly took it from her, knowing that she was being given this as a small gift. Usually, she wouldn’t care. This time wouldn’t have been any different. She changed her mindset when Candi showed her the pink shell. Both almost identical, just different colours. They were opposites of each other, just like Candi and Misty. Candi didn’t stop smiling and pulled Misty into a big hug. Normally, Misty would shove Candi away. She wasn’t big on hugs after all. However, for once, she allowed this. She honestly needed it. For the first time ever, she actually embraced Candi and her kindness.

After a few minutes, the two decided to head back to the others. Misty was calmer and just wanted to put this whole thing behind her. She snapped back to her normal self when she refused to hold Candi’s hand while they walked. Candi wasn’t put off by that like she normally would. It just told her that Misty was feeling better now. At least she didn’t leave her shell behind. She just delicately put it in her pocket. The walk was calming and didn’t have any more drama. As long as Sprout didn’t try to force Misty to be buried in the sand, everything should remain to be okay. Hopefully.

So far, everyone didn’t look upset. If anything, everything seemed to be normal. Bud was excitedly spouting out facts about the things he and Dude found in the rock pools to a very bored looking Pip. Mimi had moved to lie under the parasol now. She must have thought that she got too much sun. Dude was making a fuss of Rainbow. He had his dry robe off so he’s probably going to have another swim or something soon. Sprout was still digging at that one spot. Misty felt her skin crawl. He was going to bury her! He’s going to take revenge on her for kicking sand at him! He’s going to bury her alive! He’ll leave her to suffocate under the sand!

Candi sensed Misty’s distress immediately. She gently placed a hand on the mischief’s shoulder, Misty stared t her for a minute. No malice or teasing. Just a kind, understanding smile. Candi understands the dread she feels. So the others should too, right? Just as she was thinking that, Mimi spotted the two, lifting up her sunglasses to get a better look.

“Everything okay?” She asked as the two got closer. It caused everyone to stop what they were doing. All were curious and concerned.

“Yeah. Misty has something to say to Sprout.” Candi gently said, stepping away from Misty. Misty looked at her with wide eyes. Was Candi throwing her in the deep end like that?! Then Candi mouthed “apologise”. Oh. That. Okay, this she can do somewhat easily.

“I’m sorry for kicking sand at you.” Misty sighed, trying to sound as genuine as she could.

“So you should be!” Sprout said, getting to his feet. Dude, unimpressed by Sprout’s attitude, elbowed him in the arm. It snapped Sprout out of his grouchiness within a second. “I mean…no harm done.”

Well at least that’s part was over. However, Misty’s dread came back when her eyes fell on the hole that Sprout dug. It wasn’t deep. Just by a foot. It was long too. That wasn’t Misty’s height. Then again, Sprout probably didn’t think to check if it was accurate. He must have thought that as long as he gets her in there, he’ll happily take his revenge.

“Who is that for?” Misty asked, trying not to shake.

“Me apparently.” Dude muttered, scratching the back of his neck. So that’s why Dude had his dry robe off and the hole was the wrong length. It wasn’t intended for her after all. “But if you still want to-”

“No!” Misty shouted in fear. She can’t go in that hole! She won’t! Candi once again worked to calm her down. She tenderly rubbed her back, working her magic. Rainbow joined in as he sensed Misty’s discomfort. Misty stroked his head as she felt everyone else staring at her.

“Misty, are you okay?” Pip asked first. Misty looked at everyone, scanning them. Concern. That’s all she saw. And patience. No rushing, just silence. Seagulls crying out and waves crashing on the sand. There was the sound of a couple of families arriving and setting up their own spots. Even a couple of dogs can be heard barking. The scent of the sea made Misty feel much calmer. Candi rubbing her back and Rainbow’s soft fur encouraged her. She can tell everyone, right?

“I…I don’t want to buried.” She said, abnormally meek. Everyone kept silent. Misty swallowed whatever pride she had left right now. “I’m afraid…”

“You’re afraid to be buried?” Bud asked, readjusting his glasses. Misty can’t blame him for wanting confirmation. This was the first time that she had ever admitted her fears to all except Candi. She braced herself for being told to not be silly or for the teasing to start. She knows it’s coming. Just get it over with already.

But those expectations never came.

Two hands were gently placed on her shoulders. Misty looked up in surprise. Dude stared back down at her, a calm smile gracing his lips. It was genuine. Wondering if it was some kind of trick, Misty looked at everyone else. They all had the same expression. No bad feelings or intent on teasing. Just compassion. Even Sprout didn’t seize the opportunity to make a joke out her.

“Misty, it’s okay. We won’t force you.” Dude kept smiling, rubbing Misty’s shoulders for extra support. “And that was very brave of you to tell us. Well done.”

“Thanks, Dude.” Misty sighed, feeling like the weight of the world was taken off her shoulders. That small bit of praise helped too. Then her face turned into a mischievous grin. “Now get in the hole.”

“Hang on-” Dude started to back away, but his fate was already sealed.

“Sprout! Rainbow! Help me hold him down!” Misty ordered, grabbing Dude’s arm before he could say anymore.

“With pleasure!” Sprout grinned, grabbing Dude’s other arm.

“Oh no! Help! I’m being ambushed!” Dude acted out as he pretended to be dragged across the sand. Normally he’d put match the two in strength. But for the sake of the game, he allowed himself to be shoved into the hole. Rainbow assisted by placing a paw on Dude’s chest. He didn’t put his full weight down, just enough to keep him still. Only Dude’s head and neck were above the hole so he wouldn’t be completely buried (secretly much to Misty’s relief). “This is mutiny! Mutiny I say!”

“Tell us where the treasure is!” Pip grinned as she and Candi joined in.

“Never!” Dude laughed as sand started to be thrown over him. All for the sake of fun, he’ll allow this. Misty laughed along with the game. She glanced over at Candi, who gave her a wide smile. And despite her fears, after talking about them, everything just felt right.

Taphophobia -fear of being buried alive

Artwork was done by me.

[jasonblaze72]

Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61: Release Date, Recap & Where To Read

Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61 will be back with another summer vacation chapter amidst the season when it’s getting close to winter. All the girls in Tawawa are getting a chance to show their beachside and are not holding back in that regard. However, the story focuses on Jitome chan these past few chapters. The center of attention has completely shifted to the main girls as they are going out on the beach and showing what they are capable of in their summer look. In the last few chapters, Jitomi has been hell-bent on going to the beach. But her sensei would not consent to go no matter what. She did her absolute best to tease him and get him to prepare for the beach time to come. She reminisced over there together on their former dates and how he was not afraid of being seen together back then. He refused to go no matter what she brought up. When everything else failed, she switched tactics and started suggesting his fears of clothes becoming loose in public and possibly leading to embarrassment. She made it clear that it won’t be the case, and after remembering they had made a promise back in the day, the sensei consented to go to the beach. Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 60 Recap Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 60 followed a different route to the story as Kouhai set herself on a spa trip with her senior, who was there when the cockroach invaded. He was able to help her then, but the rest of the night was uneventful, much to Kouhai’s dismay, and she wanted a refund from her senpai for that. So she and her colleague decided to make him pay for a trip to the spa and dragged him along on the trip. The senpai from the company has been reluctant to go with Ai’s sister because everyone has eyes on her. He, too, likes her but wants to play it safe and do things that are not out of bounds. He is unaware of how Kouhai feels about him and does her best to give suggestions and make him see her in a different light. But the last chapter showed us more than what the two have in between. And just like the chapter before, it also ended in a suggestive way leaving much to the audience’s imagination. Also Read: Hokkaido Gals Are Super Adorable! Chapter 88 Release Date: Sayu And Shiki’s Final Destination Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61 Spoilers Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61 will go two ways, either it will be the return of Jitome and her request to go to the beach this time, or it will be Maegami who finally gets her wish to visit the beach get fulfilled. Maegami might go much longer as her story about spending time on the beach has been old in different chapters multiple times. Making the beach event one of the more important ones, as it will be one of the finer moments in her relationship with her sensei. As for Jitome, the leading issue could be her making amends with her fiance, as the two had a fight a few chapters ago due to Maegami. What is the release date for Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61? The manga is scheduled to stream every Monday in Japan and Tuesday in another region. It has been coming out consistently every week, with no delays from the company. Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61 will come out on November 13 and 14, 2022, for the following regions. - Pacific Daylight Time: 8.00 AM (November 13, 2022) - Central Daylight Time: 10.00 AM (November 13, 2022) - Eastern Daylight Time: 11. 00 AM (November 13, 2022) - British Summer Time: 4.00 PM (November 13, 2022) - Indian Standard Time:  8.30 PM (November 13, 2022) - Singapore Standard Time:  11.00 PM (November 13, 2022) - Philippines Standard Time: 11.00 PM (November 13, 2022) - Korean Standard Time: Midnight (November 14, 2022) - Japanese Standard Time: Midnight (November 14, 2022) - Australia Time: 00.30 AM (November 14, 2022) Where to read Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61? Getsuyoubi No Tawawa Chapter 61 is available to read on Pocket, the official manga reading site by Kodansha. Those who want to get into the series can also watch the anime to begin. It has a total of 24 episodes, with each episode being 5 minutes long. The series is also available to read on Yanmaga Web publishers Read the full article

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Flourish

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warnings: none

parings Cullens × fem!reader

↳ Summary - You finally gain the courage to say 'I love you'

When you first met the Cullens you felt an instant connection with them. The same for the Cullens but it was intensified by a hundred. It was like meeting their first mate all over again.

When Alice saw you nearing Forks, she instantly shared her joy with everyone. Carlisle couldn't believe what he was hearing. He has heard of a coven mate, but he has never actually seen one.

You spotted Alice near the entrance to the school, appearing to be waiting for someone. When she saw you she visibly lit up, skipping toward you with a wide smile, "Are you new here?" Her sweet voice asked.

She then voluntarily showed you about the school, and if she wasn't in the classes with you, she waited for you to come out. She was overjoyed to introduce you to her family when lunchtime finally arrived.

You were uneasy since so many people were watching you as the Cullens welcomed you. A few weeks later, you ran into Mrs. and Mr. Cullen, who were thrilled to see you.

After hearing so much about you from their children, they had been eager to meet. You spent a large portion of your time with the Cullens who were like a second family to you.

You and Emmett play video games and go for walks in the woods when you two were hanging out. Rosalie would treat you to upscale dining experiences or spa days. Jasper will read books with you or teach you how to fight.

Alice drags you along on her shopping trips and sometimes Rosalie will come. You begged Edward to teach you how to play the piano. Esme and you would bake all kinds of desserts you desire at the moment. Carlisle enjoys going stargazing with you and Esme.

This leads you to this moment of dating the Cullens for six months. After asking Edward if they are actually human, you discovered that they are vampires.

A plush blanket with flowery motifs is spread out beneath you. You are wearing a sun hat that Alice purchased along with a white sundress. Given that you had something significant to share with the Cullens, you asked whether they would be interested in going on a picnic today.

You've been thinking about it for months and you've finally decided that you love the Cullens. They express to you the love you were never given. You essentially spent your entire childhood by yourself because your parents were never able to find the time for you.

"Guys," You whispered, your voice shaky from anxiousness, "I have something to tell you."

You had the complete attention of the Cullens. Jasper sensed your anxiety and utilized his skills to help you relax, and you thanked him with a smile.

Esme's thumb rubbed the back of your hand reassuringly, "It's okay sweetheart. Take your time."

You inhaled deeply, "I'm in love with all of you."

[may-25]

One Night In NYC (Smut One Shot)

Jesse 4Town x Fem Reader NSFW

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The first stop of our honeymoon, I can't wait.

Jesse and I recently got married, and we had a huge wedding. It was the greatest wedding I've ever witnessed in my life. I reckon it's better than the most recent royal weddings! Jesse planned out the wedding so well, I'm super impressed by his skills. His two kids were the bridesmaids, and it was super cute. His kids and I, have bonded super close ever since he first introduced me to them. They are the nicest kids, and are super well behaved. Better than any other kid I know. Jesse is just so good at raising kids properly, as well as handling them with lots of care. That's one of the many traits I love about him.

After our wedding, we had planned many stops around the world. We got married in my home city, so our plan is to make two stops to the USA, and then a few stops around Asia. Our first stop is NYC, which I am super excited about. We plan to do a lot there. One activity is flying around the statue of liberty in a helicopter, and making stops to amazing dessert places. Jesse and I love desserts so much, so we are both particularly excited for what sweets NYC has to offer.

At the moment, we are both in first class, enjoying some fine alcohol and listening to music together. We land in about an hour, so we are calming down on the binge eating. It's been a long flight, and we are super exhausted. Our plan for today is to get back to our hotel, and then just rest and take it easy for the day. A thing we are not excited about, is jet lag. How fun!

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Y/n and Jesse's flight had landed an hour later. They got all of their luggage out and hopped into their rented Rolls-Royce. The drive from the air port to the hotel took a while, because of the major traffic there is. Once they got back, they had a shower and changed into some comfortable clothes. Jesse and y/n decided to play some Pokemon on their switches together, and then they headed off to the restaurant in the hotel.

The restaurant had amazing food, it was better than most of the hotel food Jesse had eaten before. They were pleased with how much they ate there. They went to the spa, and got a massage together, after dinner. Sitting in the hot springs together, they chatted about things they wanted to do the next day. A few people recognised Jesse but they left just in time for the word to not be spread across the hotel. If people were to find out Jesse is here, then his stalkers will come out to play. He has had many major incidences with stalkers over his career. One being a girl who stole his clothes and spam called him countlessly.

They had returned to their hotel room, and rested until the following day.

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Y/n and I got ready to head off to get early dessert, because why not. I found an amazing place that serves a giant Nutella filled chocolate heart, and I bet she will love it. Ever since we got married, I have never felt more secure with her. I know her love for me is genuine, and I am so grateful for that. She's not like the other women who used me for my money, & my fame.

When we had arrived at the place, y/n's face lit up ever so brightly. The sight of the oozing Nutella, like a waterfall, coming out of the Hollow chocolate heart mould, what an amazing show it put on for us. After y/n had grabbed sight of the dessert, she immediately bought it and stuffed her face into it. Oh how cute she is! And then I also stuffed my face in it, along with her.#

After trying out a couple more places, our stomachs were filled to the brim of sugar. We decided to head to a shopping centre, to look around for some new clothes.

As we were walking around the shopping centre, a lingerie store fell into my field of view. I swiftly grabbed a hold of y/n's hand, and dragged her into the store. My mind was only set on one thing at that moment, and it was buying her some of this beautiful fashion. Truth is, I've never seen her with lingerie on, and I've never seen her fully naked before. We've had sex, but she's never allowed me to take all of her clothes off, so I left it like that. But it's different, now. We're married and there's absolutely no reason for her to be ashamed of herself for just, well, being herself!

J-Jesse, what are you doing, we can't go in here!

Oh, yes we can, y/n. We are now married, and I am buying this for you as a gift. No need to try them on, I have your full measurements already, babe.

After that, I had bought y/n 4 pairs of sexy, black lingerie. I know how to dress people, so obviously I know what lingerie would suit her best. I can't wait to see her in this, just thinking about it makes me go insane. Never being able to see her fully naked, but getting to see her in lingerie, is the best thing that could ever happen to me at this point. Plus, it will help her get fully used to not wearing so much clothing during sex.

After that, I immediately organised a ride back to the hotel, and I dragged her up to the room.

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Y/n and Jesse had arrived to their room. Y/n was struggling to break free of Jesse's grip, but he wasn't letting go of her. He pushed y/n against the wall of the hotel, and looked her deeply in the eyes. He bit his lip, and then said this.

Y/n, please, will you wear this for me.

Y/n tried to argue against it, but

No buts, you will go into the bathroom and try it on for me, please.

Y/n walked slowly to the bathroom, grabbing the lingerie out of Jesse's hand. The look on her face shows nervousness, but Jesse insisted. It took her a while to come out, but when she finally did, he put his hand over his mouth in shock.

Jesse has never seen anyone as beautiful as her, in this very moment. Her beautiful figure graced his eyes, he had never seen her like this before. Jesse couldn't resist himself, and he launched towards her. Y/n let out a loud shriek.

Jesse, p-please don't look at me. I look bad, I don't want you to see me right now!

And after that, she pushed him away, and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Jesse repeatedly tried to unlock it, but to no avail, there was no way he could. He sighs and leans his back against the door. Desperately waiting for her to come out, he decides he will wait as long as he can.

Babe, please come out. You look beautiful, and I mean it. I will prove to you how beautiful you are, if you come out for me.

Jesse, I just can't! I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror like this, so how could you? This is why I have never taken my clothes off, and why I have never let you see me like this before. I can't deal with myself being fully naked. It just, makes me worry about what you think.

Y/n, let me tell you. When you stepped out of this bathroom just then, I thought I just laid my eyes on a goddess. The lingerie looks amazing on you, and it even looks better than on models for Victoria's secret. Please, will you just, let me admire you.

I- I can't...

I understand.

Jesse gets up, and he walks over to the bed. He turns the TV on, and starts to scroll through his phone. Y/n looks at herself in the mirror one last time, and walks towards the door. Jesse then hears a click, and he turns the TV off. He stands up, and looks towards the door, to see y/n, standing there. She still has the lingerie on, which Jesse realises she's ready.

Jesse runs towards y/n, and hugs her tightly.

You are beautiful.

He bites her ear, and pushes her on the counter. One leg around his waist, he pushes his hips into her, feeling each other collide. Y/n lets out a soft gasp, and Jesse kisses on her neck. Small purple dots are left on her, but that's just his way of saying, 'you're mine'. He grabs a vibrator he bought for her, as a gift for their marriage. Y/n is shocked to see it, but she wants to give it a try. He turns it on and lowers it to her quivering bottom half. Y/n can feel the intense vibrations, pulsate throughout her area. The feeling is too good, she moans aloud. By this time, Jesse had undressed himself, and he begins to grind against her backside. He is softly moaning in her ear, and he is loving the sight and state she is in right now. He bites her ear once more, and licks it.

Y/n is shocked by this sudden movement, and she tenses up. Jesse giggles softly,

I love seeing you like this.

As y/n's moaning is growing louder, and louder, Jesse pulls out his package and grabs the lube. Suddenly, he ripped off the lingerie she is wearing, and shoves his shaft inside quickly, with the vibrator still pulsating on her clit. Jesse can feel the vibrations, and it makes him tense up a lot. He groans hard, and y/n moans louder from the pain, and pleasure. Jesse digs his fingernails into her butt, and he groans into her neck. Thrusting so passionately, he slows down, and throws her onto the bed. He launches himself onto her, and brings her ass up into the air, and her legs over her head. He thrusts into her very roughly, and smashes her into the mattress. Jesse is enjoying the sight of how helpless she is right now. As their moans and groans filled the room louder, and louder, y/n starts to shake. Her insides are gripping onto Jesses cock, very tightly. Her moans, turning into screams, from how intense her orgasm is. Never feeling this amount of pleasure before, and it's her first time receiving an orgasm from Jesse without her own help.

Jesse can't take it. He holds onto lasting, like its his life about to end. At this point, he's shaking like a seizure. He just wants to keep feeling this pleasure. Jesse then picks her up, and opens the balcony door, placing her onto the hand railing. Thrusting so hard, and fast.

Moan, moan for me y/n. Let the whole world see how beautiful and helpless you look right now under me. Let everyone know how lucky I am to have you!

She moans, and he moans. His thrusting going to the speed of light, they continue like this for one more minute. People walk out to see them, passionately having sex on the balcony. People are in shock, but Jesse could not care one bit. Who cares if he is caught by the paparazzi, right? But he picks her up and lays her back down on the edge of the bed, just in case. He brings out the vibrator again, and places it between her clit and his cock. The euphoria, the plain euphoria he is in right now. It's everything he's ever needed. He can feel the end edging closer and closer, while he has no awareness that people have just witnessed this whole situation. He thrusts harder, and harder, yet again smashing y/n into the bed.

I- I can feel it coming, ah, ah, ah , Oh my god, fuck!

The seed had sprouted. He releases all of it inside of her, feeling an amazing connection. Jesse is literally shaking, his cock is throbbing inside of her. He fills her insides, and they both quiver. Jesse slides off of her, in exhaustion. They are both puffed out from what just occurred. He gets up, and hugs y/n tightly.

Hey, I'm sorry I went all out. I couldn't help myself. Can I make it up to you, please?

He looks down to a y/n covered in smudged makeup, tears, bites, and hickeys. Jesse's eyes open wide, realising how much pain he had just caused. He hadn't shown his rough side to her yet, but y/n grinned, surprisingly. She liked his rough side, and that was the best sex she'd ever had. He's relieved to see it's all good, and he helps her up to the bathroom to get themselves tidy.

Jesse runs the bath, and helps her into it. He sits behind her and they both cuddle for a while, just relaxing after what happened. He caresses her hair, and washes the scratches he made. He's quite impressed by how much damage he did, though. They sat in the bath for 1 hour and just talked to each other about random things, until Jesse got a phone call from Aaron T.

YO JESSE, YOUR FANS ARE GOING INSANE ON TWITTER DUDE!! SOMEONE SAW YOU AND Y/N FUCKING OUTSIDE!

Oh my god. That was the only words they thought in their heads, after hearing Aaron say that. They both fucked up, badly. But thankfully for them, the video wasn't clear enough to determine it was him, so they were all good after that. But one thing they forgot, was to put a condom on.

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[annabethy]

15. “give me attention” PLS

in which Annabeth’s drunk and wanting attention, and Percy’s a good boyfriend,, percabeth,, no plot just love

If there’s one thing Percy never would’ve expected from Annabeth, it would be the way she clings onto him when she’s one too many drinks into the night.

His girlfriend has always been more on the independent side, though there are still times when she loves to press up against him and demand kiss after kiss. Tonight appears to be one of those times, and Percy can hardly keep a straight face with the way she talks and giggles. Drunk Annabeth is also not one that appears often, but he cherishes it every moment he can get.

They’re alone in back bed by the time that Annabeth decides to take a nosedive into him, quite literally. She stands on the bed, and he has to kick a leg out to stop her from falling, before flopping down on top of him, knocking the air out of him entirely. Her face goes to his neck as she crawls over him and settles all her weight down, and Percy can’t help the laughter that bubbles up out of his throat when she blows air against his skin.

“What are you doing?” he chokes, squirming at her hold.

“Bothering you,” she says.

“I can see that.”

Annabeth drags her face along the sleeve of the shirt, and he doesn’t need to look to know that he’s going to be covered in her foundation.

“Stop it,” he whines, but he makes no effort to move. “I like this shirt.”

“I like your shirt too.”

Percy smiles lazily, brushing her hair out of her face. “Too bad because it’s mine.”

Annabeth tugs at the bottom. “Give it to me.” He turns onto his stomach to block her out, stifling a smile into the comforter of their bed when she presses her face right between his shoulder blades. She nips at the skin there, but Percy pays it no mind. It’s comforting, he thinks, with his girlfriend acting as his personal blanket and the fan whirling above, not to mention the alcohol taking a bit of a toll on his own brain. He’d have fallen asleep, had it not been for Annabeth’s hand poking his butt.

“Give me attention,” she says when he jumps and shoots her an accusing glare.

“I’m giving you lots of attention,” he tells her. Annabeth just scowls, and it’s meant to be intimidating, but her hair is ruffled and a mess, and her makeup just a bit smudged, and it’s too cute for him to be properly terrified.

Annabeth shifts on top of him and rests her face on top of his, which forces one of his eyes closed and Percy to choke on his own laughter.

“Attention,” she demands again.

“I’m giving you lots of attention, baby.” “More.”

Percy rolls his eyes but presses a kiss to her cheek, which is enough to satiate her. She hovers over him and he tries to run his fingers through her hair to fix the wild curls.

“You’re so drunk,” he whispers.

“No I’m not.”

Percy smiles softly and drags a thumb by the corner of her mouth to fix her smeared lipstick. “Just a little bit.”

Then, she brings a hand up and pinches her fingers together. “Maybe just a little bit.”

Percy kisses her forehead. “A lotta bit.”

“It’s your fault.”

“My fault?”

“You kept giving me drinks.” “How could I say no to such a messy face?”

“Messy?”

“Mh-hm.” “You dick.”

“I like messy Annabeth,” he says. “She lets me cuddle her.” “You’re not getting any cuddles if you don’t give me more attention.”

Percy sighs and decides not to point out that she’s already technically snuggling him. Instead, he gently moves her off of him so she can lay down on the pillows. He makes sure she is in no danger of falling off the bed before he walks away.

He walks out of the room for a moment, but he hears her complaining.

“I’ll be back in a second!” he assures, rummaging through the drawers of their bathroom. When he comes back, it’s with a makeup wipe in hand and a glass of water.

She reaches for the water and sits up, taking a few gulps of the icy drink. Her eyes are on him as he moves around the room.

“You’re really bad at giving me attention, you know?”

Percy shakes him head, amused, and pushes her shoulder gently. “Lean back.”

She does as he says, flopping onto his pillow, and he sits beside her. The first thing he goes for is her lashes. Her eyes flutter shut as he pulls softly at the outer corners until the adhesive begins to give.

“Did you know that I love you a lot?” Annabeth says, shifting beneath him.

“Someone may have told me once or twice,” he says, smiling. “Stay still.”

“Is this what you consider attention?”

“It’s like your own personal spa day!”

Annabeth giggles as he begins to swipe at her cheek, softly dragging the wipe across her skin. “You could also propose.”

Percy laughs quietly. “What?”

“I think that qualifies as attention.”

“You want me to propose to you when you’re so drunk you can barely walk?”

“Hm. Maybe not.”

Percy bites at his lower lip to suppress another grin. “If I proposed, would you say yes?”

“It depends.”

Percy gasps, mock offended. “On what?”

“Well, when are you going to do it?”

Percy begins to work on her lipstick. “When do you want me to do it?”

She waits until he moves the wipe away to answer. “In the next year.”

“That’s good to know,” he says. His eyes dart over to the dresser where he knows a ring has already been sitting for months. It’s not until after he does it that he realizes Annabeth is staring right at him, but he thinks she wouldn’t have noticed, and even if she did, she’d forget by morning anyways.

He finishes taking off her makeup with them in silence before he sets the wipe aside. “Come on, sit up.”

Annabeth whines. “I don’t want to.”

“You can’t sleep in that.”

She mumbles in complaint but does as he asks. He pulls her shirt over her head and is about to help her into her own t-shirt before she pushes him away. “I want your shirt.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve been wearing it all day.” He tries again to get her to lift her arms, but she flops down to stop him. “Annabeth, really?”

“I want your shirt,” she says, “since you refuse to give me attention.”

“What do you consider this then?” he asks, but he’s already back at their dresser to pull out one of his own shirts for her.

“A boyfriend doing the bare minimum.”

“Fine, then. Sleep in your makeup. See if I care.”

Annabeth giggles when he appears back at her side and squeezes the skin at her hip. “You love me too much to let me sleep in my makeup,” she says, letting him tug the shirt onto her before he unbuttons her jeans and tugs those off too.

“Unfortunately,” he says.

“Unfortunately!?” Annabeth’s leg reaches out to kick him, but it lacks any real strength. “That’s mean. Maybe I won’t say yes.”

“Oh, but Annabeth, I love you so much and I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life.”

“Is that sarcasm? That sounds like sarcasm.”

“You talk a lot for a drunk person.”

“Then help me sleep.” An arm extends towards him, which he allows himself to take. He lays next to her, pulling the covers over the both of them while Annabeth gets comfortable in his embrace. “Rub my back?” she asks.

He does as she asks, trailing his hand up and down the smooth skin of her back, and when her eyes begin to close only minutes later, he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you,” he says.

He had thought she was asleep, so he’s surprised when she answers with a quiet, “Love you too.”

Percy snickers into her hair. “Did I give you enough attention yet?”

Annabeth cuddles deeper against him, her face resting against his chest. He can feel her breathing against his neck, and it warms him heart to know that she trusts him like this, to keep her safe. “For now,” she whispers, “but tomorrow… I want all your attention.”

Percy stops rubbing her back so he can move a strand of hair out of her eyes, entirely too in love. “Consider me yours.”

[savemesomenachos]

Heyy so your last Stucky x reader inspired this thought. What if the boys are feeling down one day cause of the missions and all, so the reader has a self care day with them? Like with face masks and the whole spa treatment with yummy food and trashy movies?

And the boys looking at reader with heart eyes cause she being cute and so caring 😍

I think the boys would absolutely love spa day with their girl coz they’re just so soft when it comes to her🤌🏽✨. Hope you enjoy this!!!!

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Comfort Levels

AN: I recently re-watched Notting Hill and it really made my day. Librarian! Hugh Grant in suits is the softest boi, I done saw!!🤷🏽‍♀️✨

Pairings: Stucky × Reader

Warnings: fluff with allusions to smut but no actual smut, language

Word Count: 1795

Y/n’s POV:

The boys were finally coming home after a long mission. I knew they’d be really tired with how much they’d been working lately. So, as a surprise, I set some things up I hope they’d like. Steve especially.

Ever since I knew them, Steve had always been more self-indulgent than Bucky ever had. He’d always buy bath oils and candles and some very ridiculous things if he thought that it’d make him feel better.

Bucky was more reluctant. He wouldn’t really say why when we asked but we knew. Everyone did. He still felt like he didn’t deserve good things and so he never really did things for himself. He always waved off our concern but I couldn’t help but be worried about him sometimes. He’ll run himself ragged on missions to obtain some kind of penance for the things the Winter Soldier did.

But today, I was gonna make them put all of this aside and just enjoy the spa day I had prepared for them. I had bought too many candles, massage oils, face masks and food to count but they deserved this after all that work.

“Doll, you there?” I heard Bucky’s voice echo in the living room of our extremely obnoxious apartment that Tony had practically forced us into so as to not hear “you guys boinking”. Needless to say, Steve had turned red and took the keys from Tony just to shut him up.

“In here,” I called out, already giddy with excitement to see my boys after weeks. Steve walked in first followed by Bucky and as soon as I saw them, I jumped into Steve’s arms. He caught me with an arm around my waist and a quiet ‘oof’ leaving his mouth.

“Hey-” he started but I cut him off with a kiss to his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs settled around his waist as he slipped his hands underneath my night slip and settled them on my inner thighs. As we made out, Bucky started to slip out of his tac uniform with a chuckle.

Before Steve could get handsy any further, I slipped out of his grasp and sidled on over to Bucky. At first, he continued to undress but he couldn’t ignore me for long. He wrapped an arm around my waist and tipped my head up to look at him with a metal finger under my chin.

My eyes closed and my lips puckered waiting, practically begging for a kiss which he obliged with a hearty chuckle that seemed to rumble in his chest. He crushed me to him and reluctantly let me go when Steve was completely in the nude with his back and extremely supple ass facing us.

“Doll what is all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles laid across the room and food and the oils that I had laid out on the bed. With a smile, I shifted closer to Steve and snaked my hands around his waist as I started to explain.

“I thought we could have a spa day. You boys have just been so busy this whole month so I thought we could just relax for a change.” I said, suddenly shy. It sounded so much more better in my head than it did out loud.

“And do these massages come with happy endings?” Bucky asked from behind us with a smirk, now also in the nude. Steve laughed but my eyes had already started to drift downward. There were no visible cuts but the sweat on his skin made all the dips stand out. Bucky was never really fond of chest hair so his smooth skin went on for miles.

“Eyes up here bunny,” he said with a smirk. My eyes snapped up to meet his very smug ones and a blush made its way onto my cheeks. As revenge, I slipped out of my night gown and with a sharp slap to Steve’s ass, made my way to the very large tub in the middle of the bathroom.

Bucky only howled in laughter at Steve’s scowl and dragged him to where I had already slipped into the warm water. I made grabby hands at them and they each took a hand while slipping into the bath which was really more of a hot tub than anything.

With a turn of fingers, I indicated for them to turn around and sit with their backs facing me. I slipped Bucky into my arms first and begin to lather his back with a very fancy soap whose name I couldn’t care to remember in this moment. While I got his back, Steve took some of the soap in his hand and spread the soap across the expanse of Bucky’s chest.

Bucky only hummed in content and tipped his head back and rested it on my shoulder. After I finished with the soap, I got some shampoo and began to massage Bucky’s hair and scalp while the boys listlessly made out. I laughed and shifted out from behind Bucky and slipped in behind Steve and repeated everything as they continued to make out. With a pout, I kissed Steve’s wet shoulder and worked my way upward to his neck, ears and cheek.

“I think our girl’s feeling left out Buck,” he said with a smug smile while wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. Bucky only laughed in return and stood to dry himself before helping myself and Steve out of the tub.

“I think we were promised a massage bunny,” he said while drying his hair. I smiled and ran to the bedroom to get everything ready leaving Steve and Bucky to dry off alone.

I set the towels on the bed and the bottles of massage oils. I made sure to pick spiced vanilla for Steve and French lavender for Bucky. They walked into the bedroom still in awe of the candles. I pushed them to lie on the bed, chests down. First, I climbed over the back of Steve’s calves and smeared some warm oil on the tense muscles of his back while Bucky turned his head to look at us with a smile.

I knead his back with my hands while Steve moaned and Bucky looked on. Eventually, I shifted down to his lower back where I pushed my fingers into the base of his spine and his back arched at the relief.

“Fuck doll, where’d you learn to do this?” he asked, shifting to lie on his back now and shifting his hair back with a hairband, peeling open the face mask I laid out for him. Bucky gaped at his language while I answered with a soft ‘Youtube lesson’ so as to not disturb the quiet. While Steve applied the facemask to his face with no help needed at all, I shifted over to Bucky who looked more reluctant now that he was actually in bed.

“I knew you were disappointed about not getting a happy ending but not this much,” I said with a concerned smile painted across my face. He forced a smile in return and settled into the sheets again.

‘You deserve all this and so much more bub,” I said as I put my lips to his ear. He turned to look at me with glassy eyes but immediately closed them before I could see clearly. I ran my hand down his back in comfort and proceeded to repeat the same actions of massaging his back. After we finished, I turned him around and assisted him with a hairband and a face mask.

I applied my own and slipped in between them with a quiet sigh. We laid there for a while before I heard Steve shift and peel his mask off. Bucky and I moved to do the same. I got up off the bed and bought them both their robes to slip on.

I laid out all of their favourite food I had bought earlier. Their eyes lit up while they dug around, deciding on what to eat first. I turned Netflix on and slipped in between them again, grabbing my own snack. Bucky chose ‘Notting Hill’ as Steve pulled the blankets over all of our almost bare legs.

Bucky wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side while Steve pulled my legs over his thighs. After my snack was over, my eyes started to droop and I cuddled further into Bucky’s side while pulling Steve along with me. I felt the both of them kiss either side of my head and I hummed in content. I couldn’t fall asleep with the feeling of someone or someones watching me washed over me.

“How’d we get so lucky huh?” Steve’s whisper came from my right while Bucky’s arm stroked my damp hair.

“Beats me punk,” Bucky whispered back with a quiet chuckle. “I swear Steve, my whole life, I never thought I’d have it this good. Especially after everything I’d done. But you both still love me. After all that shit I did which I could never possibly take back. So I must’ve done something really good in previous life to deserve her. To deserve the both of you.” Bucky said with a strained voice.

“Hey,” Steve said with a demanding voice. “You deserve all this and a whole lot more. Don’t you ever doubt the fact that you deserve us. We know you and we love you and nothing could ever change that.” Steve said and shifted closer, probably to plant a kiss on Bucky’s lips.

I had pretended to be asleep this whole time but I threw my leg over Bucky’s lap to show him my agreement with Steve. He only chuckled and wiped his eyes off any visible tears.

“That’s the exact thing she says to me. You two practice this or something?” he asks, his chest resounding with a laugh.

“Don’t laugh jerk. You’ll wake her up.” Steve says admonishing Bucky.

“Yes… Captain,” Bucky practically purrs with a suggestive pause between the ‘yes’ and the ‘captain’ which makes me mask my laughter with a cough and bury my face deeper into his chest to hide my smile.

“Shut up Buck. Get to sleep now.” Steve says, most probably red with the use of his title. They both shift downward to settle on their respective pillows and Steve wraps his arm around my lower stomach and pulls my lower half a little closer to him while burying his face in my neck. Bucky kisses my forehead again and whispers a soft ‘goodnight’ that Steve doesn’t even acknowledge.

“Night Sarge.” I whisper as I pull them both closer to me.

“Wait! You were awake this whole fucking time?”

“Language!!”

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(1/2)My friend once gave me a manicure saying that it'll help me relax and it actually did so now imagine if Seri sees Fushimi being stressed and decides to give him a manicure and Fushimi is like NO but no one says no to her unless they have a death wish. Time skip to them sitting in room with Seri painting his nails and Fushimi ranting about Yata XD he wouldn't admit it but he actually liked it. Munakata finds out about this and is like "oya" *glasses sparkle* new bonding activity found

Just imagine this eventually escalating into a whole S4 sleepover/home spa day type thing, like a few of the squad members are getting manicures, some pedicures, a couple of them are laying back with a cucumber mask over their faces, we've got some foot baths, it's just the most relaxed the squad has ever been and for once they have to admit that Captain had a great idea. Imagine this starts like pre-S1, Awashima's noticed how often Fushimi seems stressed and decides she needs to do something about it. She ordered a home manicure online a few weeks ago and found it wonderfully relaxing so she figures perhaps it could help, she knows Fushimi will likely scoff at the idea but he needs to find some way to relax before he pops a vein. She tells him she expects to see him in her room that evening, Fushimi keeps trying to find ways to get out of it and Awashima keeps catching him because she is going to make Fushimi relax if it kills him. Fushimi finally drags himself into her room, steeling himself for the worst.

Jump forward and Fushimi has just the best nails in the squad and he's meeting Awashima for biweekly de-stress sessions. He doesn't tell anyone about them because he isn't going to admit to anyone that Lieutenant's been giving him manicures, especially not to Captain. But then one day there's some emergency and Munakata needs to speak with Awashima, normally he doesn't go into the women's dorms but he will do so if needed. He knocks on Awashima's door and it creaks open just a bit, enough so that Munakata can see Fushimi sitting there with Awashima doing his nails while he goes on a whole rambling complaint about how he saw stupid Misaki today and Misaki was too busy staring at Suoh Mikoto what's so great about Suoh Mikoto anyway and besides if Misaki really cared why isn't he chasing after me. Awashima is like half-listening, more focused on doing his nails, but she's like nodding along at intervals and Fushimi just keeps talking. Munakata pushes up his glasses with a sparkle all 'I see.'

So then a short while later Munakata decides the squad will be having a sleepover in order to help them all relax, everyone's dreading this because who knows what kind of terror Captain has dreamed up what if he decides we're going to have a scary story marathon or something. Instead though Munakata, with Awashima's assistance, has transformed one of the conference rooms into a total mini-salon, everyone is going to get manicures and pedicures and just the total pampering package. I imagine the squad still being on edge because this is way too good to be true but for once Captain No has turned into Captain Yes and they all have a really nice relaxing time. Even Fushimi can't complain too much, though I imagine him sitting down for a manicure and there's Munakata right in front of him ready to try out new skills and if Fushimi would like to unburden his heart while Munakata does his nails he is most welcome to (Fushimi's immediately like 'no' and sits in perfect silence as Munakata does his nails with a small sad sparkle).

The sessions continue at least once or twice a month after this point, maybe stopping for a bit when all the mess of S1 and later ROK happens. Post-ROK though Munakata is determined to revive the tradition and that's how Homra eventually finds out about it, Awashima's getting a drink at the bar but she has to leave early for the bonding session. Kusanagi expresses his condolences and Awashima smiles a bit as she says this is actually one she looks forward too, she hasn't given a manicure in months. Anna is nearby and wonders about the manicures, Awashima explains that she's gotten very good at doing other peoples' nails. Anna looks down at her own nails and Awashima smiles kindly at her as she wonders if Anna would like a manicure too. Maybe Awashima even invites Anna to their sleepover, Kusanagi's a little concerned but supposes as long as Anna's with Seri she'll be fine. Anna comes home the next day super excited about her nails, Awashima's even offered to teach her how to do manicures she just needs someone whose nails she can do. Kusanagi's like 'is that so...' as Anna stares at him intently, the next evening all of Homra is gathered for the extremely important duty of letting Anna test out her manicure skills (with Awashima assisting of course). The next day Homra also all have the best-looking nails they've ever had and everyone's concerned that if they punch someone they might mess their nails up and make Anna sad. At the same time Scepter 4 are also being very careful with their perfectly-done nails and it's like to think all they needed to do all along to make the clans stop fighting each other was give everyone splendid nails.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Okay big question: if the girls wanted a father-daughter(s) day, would Ethan go along with it? Would he plan something big or would the girls drag him along? What would they do and how miserable (but secretly happy) would Ethan be?

I LOVE THESE QUESTIONS AND YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I DECIDED TO DO A SMALL HC, LET'S GOOOO:

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Ethan would absolutely go with it, despite grumbling his objection.

He's mostly being dramatic. He loves spending time with his girls or as Lilac calls them "his bouquet"

("but 'Dolores' isn't a flower," Violet had pointed out when their mom coined the nickname. "She's the thorn on our side." Jasmine had amended, which prompted Dolores to shove her. And one of their infamous fights broke out)

Those fights are the only reason Ethan is dreading the trip, even if he does have good control of them

Of course, they fight in the car over what music to play until their Dad settles the argument by playing a concerto.

Naturally.

For their day out, they go to the mall-- the only place in all of the city where everyone will find something they like.

Violet makes them go into Hot Topic.

Jasmine makes them go into Abercrombie & Fitch.

Ethan doesn't know which store is more appalling.

But he waits patiently to one side as his daughters excitedly move around the store.

He also gladly carries their bags

Then, Dolores makes them go into Bath & Body Works and Ethan almost wishes he could wait outside. The sugary scents give him a headache.

The girls persuade him to go inside.

"They have the candles Mom likes!"

"You have to get her one!"

"Or she'll divorce you."

Not that his wife would ever divorce him over something so trivial as a candle, but Ethan decides to go in anyway.

Lilac does love those candles and he'd endure anything to make her happy.

They get frozen yogurt next. Ethan and Dolores opt to get gelato instead.

Right before they go home, Dolores sees a nail spa and begs her father to let get a pedicure

He agrees

But Jasmine insists he had to get one too

Ethan hesitates

"You need it."

"I do not."

"You don't have to get any polish. They'll just make your toes look presentable."

"For when you wear sandals."

"Yeah, your Jesus sandals."

"Your Man-dals"

In the end, he agrees because he's never seen his daughters this excited about anything.

Even if their amusement is at his expense

He doesn't care

Their combined laughter echoes around the tiny spa when Ethan agrees to a design on his big toenail.

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Author's Note: this is a combination of that John Mulaney black coffee McDonalds meme and Bob's Burgers lmao.

Thank you so much for the ask, my love!

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→ happy birthday!

jumin han x fem! reader

desc: after a wonderful birthday spent with your family, you think that was all the night had to offer. that is, until jumin gives you just one more surprise. 

genre: smut

warnings: degradation, pet names, squirting, very very small mention of past trauma

word count: 2.8K 

“now are you sure i can’t drive you both home? i’d love to say goodnight to my daughter in law that way,” the chairman said, kissing your hand. you didn’t oppose him dropping you guys off at home, but jumin consistently pleaded that he’d call a cab for the both of you and that was it. usually, when jumin had his mind set on something - no one could change it. so why object?

both you, and jumin, stood outside - patiently watching multiple cars pass by on the road. subconsciously, you rubbed the side of your arm, still in awe from the afternoon you spent with your family. it was your birthday, after all, so everyone decided to surprise you by taking you out. jumin originally planned to take you out alone and spend time with you himself, but mr. chairman objected, deciding everyone assumed it would be more respectful to wish you a happy birthday to your face. 

who were you to say no? 

jumin must’ve cared a lot, because he could really care less about being anywhere with his father and his new girlfriend of the year. or, for the week, he would say when he complained to you. she seemed extremely sweet, though, and was equally just as pretty. her hair was a radiant shade of blonde and her body was curved, dress exposing every corner of her figure. you could see why he’d be attracted to her in the first place. not only that, but she spoke with such elegance. words flowing smoothly anytime she opened her mouth to take a sip of her red wine. maybe you were a bit naïve, but you’d trust her with your life. 

jumin didn’t share the same thought process, sneering at her whenever she so much as asked if he wanted the salt and pepper shakers to be passed to him through the air or slid on the table. you couldn’t blame him, especially with the history he bore with his father and his unique taste in women. now, Jumin would never call you an idiot to your face, but when you didn’t have a problem with the women his father courted that particular time, he’d make a few comments under his breath about how you needed a lesson in not being a fool to obvious tricks. 

what could you say? seeing the best in people was your forte - for better or worse. that is how your relationship with jumin evolved, isn’t it?

“what’s got you so lost in thought?” he inquired, peeking over at you after a moment of checking his watch. the same one you got him last christmas.it made your heart swell to see him still wearing it. 

“oh, nothing,” you smiled back at him, rocking on your heels. “just really grateful you guys took me out. thanks, baby. i could use this.” 

he scrunched his eyebrows. “of course. it's your birthday.” 

“i know, but still.” you stared at the sidewalk with a small grin plastered on your features. you never actually celebrated your birthday. growing up, your parents were too busy to even remember most days, so you’d spend that special day cooped up in your room with your sister eating whatever you could find in the refrigerator until they arrived at home, crashing in bed as soon as they stepped foot in the house. the cycle always continued, for both you and your sister. jumin knew this. it was the first thing you told him when he tried to have fun with you on your last birthday. 

“you’re sweet.” he muttered, feigning a nonchalant attitude - when really, he was ecstatic to spend the day with the love of his life. 

“the day isn’t over yet,” he spotted the car pulling up in front of you both and held his hand out for you to take, taking your hand gently. “there’s still one thing i wanted to give you before your day is over. okay?” 

heat rose to your face, inciting you to smile wider than before. “a surprise? aw, jumin. you’re so sweet.” you lightly tapped his shoulder to showcase your gratitude, demeanor changing. the man only nodded and opened the door for you, both of you walking in together. it didn’t take long before you arrived home, jumin paying the cab before he took your hand once you both left the vehicle. he reached for his keys, slowly unlocking the door. thin arms pushed the large door open, jumin now smiling over at you once he witnessed your calm demeanor shift into a happier one. one that was more excited and a bit confused. 

you walked in slowly, your eyes watching the red lights and roses leading up the staircase. sure, it was a little cliché, but if jumin did this for you, it was special. 

“how? h-how did you have time?” you choked on your words, expression lighting up as you viewed the lights - eyes gazing over every crevice covered. 

“i paid jaehee,” he stated plainly, observing you for any other movements or hidden emotions. 

you blinked at him. you’d really have to take her on a spa trip after this to apologize. hell, if you knew it was his sadly overworked assistant, you’d just prefer to decorate the house yourself. 

“go on,” he spoke, motioning up the stairs. with patient breaths, your feet slowly stepped up each stair, different flowers on each shiny step. daisies, roses, chrysanthemums. they were so pretty - your heart swale in awe. 

“baby…” you whined, reaching the first room, your bedroom. your shaking hands twisted the handle on the door and pushed it open. now, there were candles here. they illuminated the large room, floor full of roses. heavy hands found themselves clutched over your heart. your grin widened, imagining all of the effort put into this. into pleasing you. 

you bit your bottom lip, strutting closer to the large bed you shared with your lover. there, two different toys had been placed on the sheets. you blinked at them and then blinked at Jumin, turning to face the toys again. “i-,” you trailed off, a clear understanding of what the surprise was now. you gulped, face burning in embarrassment now - eyes wider than ever. 

the tall man walked closer to you, stopping once his body was pressed against your back. he held onto your waist gently, his fingers tickling your soft skin in the dress you wore. 

“you’ve been working so hard, kitten. every single day,” he whispered in your ear. observing your shy, but welcoming reaction, he continued. “let daddy relax you.” 

you breathed out. “o-okay,” you whispered back. your body twitched at his lustful words, eyes focusing on the vibrator and purple dildo that stayed still on the sheets again. jumin held on tighter to your hips, pressing soft kisses to the sides and the back of your neck, whispering a compliment with each kiss. 

“you’re so pretty,” he whispered, kissing your earlobe. 

“and you’re all mine.” his quiet voice tickled the hairs on your skin, a quiet chuckle rumbling from his mouth. he swiped his tongue along your warm neck. 

“i want you so much. every day, i promise...”the man with raven hair admitted, voice low as he assaulted your neck, kissing the sides while he left purple bruises to blossom along your skin. a small moan fell from your lips and you leaned your head to the side - allowing him access. 

“so glad to have you. i’m so happy this is the fourth birthday i’ve spent with my baby.” 

you could feel a rush of blood speed between your legs, pussy gushing with arousal. you rubbed your legs together to abstain some type of friction on your clit, whining when his hands freed themselves from your waist. 

“i wanna see something. do you trust me to make you feel good, y/n?” even after four years together, he always made sure you were comfortable with everything taking place and you couldn’t help but respect that. this wasn’t your first time with him, but every time was always so perfect and comfortable. words couldn’t describe the type of man he was to you. you nodded eagerly, crawling on the bed as the mattress croaked. 

“wanna watch you play with yourself. would you like that, too?” his sultry tone caused your breathing to hitch, “you want that? you wanna see me stroke myself to you playing with that pussy of yours?” you caught a chill from the vulgarity of his word choice, nodding again. your body burned with lust, face just as hot as the rest of you. you grabbed both toys and positioned yourself on your back. biting your lip, you spread your legs and slid your panties down, kicking them to the floor. your dress was pulled up, exposing the heat between your legs, slick trailing down your thighs. 

“you get this wet from me barely touching you? god…” 

his words were like serums full of pleasure, causing you to gush more slick from your cavity. you’d never used a toy a day in your life, but it seemed easy. even then, you were an avid porn consumer. your diligent fingers pressed the plus sign and clicked it until the vibrations were as high as you needed them to be. jumin’s breath died in his throat as he viewed your sinful act intensely. you pushed the head of the vibrator to your aching clit, screaming from the pleasurable shock. jumin, palm pressed to his clothed cock, chuckled darkly - as he watched your innocent face contort into pure debauchery. the touch sent electricity into your body, empty hole gaping over nothing. you were quick, prodding the artificial cock against your opening to gather enough slick before pushing it in, the stretch sending you into another shock. your body arched off of the bed, eyes rolled back into your socket as you moved the vibrator around your sensitive nub, twitching with each roll of plastic on your body. after finding a good pace to fuck yourself at, you bit your lip and looked down at jumin. 

the man was almost moaning himself, palming his hardening cock, eyes lidded and pooling with lust while he watched you stuff your wet channel, wishing it were him. the overwhelming drag of the plastic against your milky walls caused your eyes to tear up, small, salty tears falling as you cried out, toes curling and uncurling the sheets beneath you. you could feel an overwhelming shock build in your stomach as you forced yourself to stare into the dark eyes of your lover - husband watching you fuck yourself. thrust after thrust, your pussy almost reached its peak - body still lustful and needy. the tears on your cheeks began to dry as the bud in your stomach snapped, walls spasming while you came over the plastic. 

jumin groaned, throwing his head back after painfully watching you have your way with your own body. he bit his lip and crawled on the bed, snatching his tie and hauling it across the room - jacket and shirt following after. your breath had died down now, body still wildly twitching, vibrator still assaulting your overused nerves. you whine, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth, stomach bubbling with pleasure again just to witness jumin watching you with such intensity. you could cum again and again just watching him watch you. 

he snatched the vibrator from your grasp, turning the toy off as he threw it on the ground. the dildo followed. 

“you’re so good, kitten. so, so good. you want daddy’s cock this time? are you ready - you okay with that?” 

still buzzed out, the most you could do was moan and nod eagerly, fingers running through your slit to gather slick on your digits, bringing them up to your husbands lips. wet eyelashes blinked up at him, tears drying a bit while newer ones still damped your cheeks. he took them into his mouth, sucking your fingers clean. with his tongue swirling over the thick liquid, jumin groaned, palming at himself from your taste alone. 

“please, jumin. hurry, i’m gonna get so wet again, please. please, please, please, i want you so much.” the words fell so easily from your lips with little to no hesitation. in such a state of babbling, you could care less about what you were saying - as long as your husband played into your blissed-out fantasy. 

wasting no time, he unbuckled his black pants - slim fingers wrapping around his thick cock. you backed into the bed frame, legs still spread wide, eyes glued to jumin’s cock. he groaned, rubbing his cock up and down your pussy to gather enough lube, wetting his dick enough to painlessly slip in. you gaped over nothing, fingers traveling down to rub your sensitive bud. jumin scooted himself closer to you, lifting your ass up in order to line himself up with your wet pussy, cock slipping in slightly. his head filled you, body heaving while you threw your arms around him. he pulled you into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist as he replaced your spot against the bed frame. “fuck…” 

you could cum on the spot just from feeling him inside of you. just from feeling the head of his cock hit against the hilt of your pussy, walls swallowing his entire cock in an attempt to draw the man in deeper. the shocks of your stretched walls made you convulse, body shaking in pleasure and agony. 

“shit, you feel so good. so right. always,” he spoke in fragments, huffing out his breaths with each word he attempted to speak. you buried your nose into his neck, his hips thrusting upward, cock continuing its assault inside of your pussy. loud cries of antagonizing pleasure rang through the home, your nose now buried into his shoulder, grinding yourself on his lap. jumin gripped your ass, thick length working inside of you while your slick dripped to the shaft of his dick.

“jumin - god, so good. you feel so good,” you grunted, slipping your arm between you both to snake a finger down to your sensitive clit, pussy spamming around his hard length. jumin moaned, both of your pants and gasps of neediness bubbling in the air, loud enough for you both to hear each other but not high enough to receive a noise complaint. 

“kitten… fuck, your pussy’s - fuck, a mess. did I get you this wet?” he asked through strained moans and quiet grunts. 

embarrassed, your mouth instinctively stayed shut, simply rocking your heavy botty along his - meeting each quick thrust. 

“answer, good girl. go ahead. shit - know you’re embarrassed,” he pressed his moist lips to your neck, gripping your hair with one hand. you released a small moan, edging him to go on. he gripped the strands, “i know you want this. tell me who got you this way, tell me how much of a slut you are for me.”  

“jumin - please, you. you, you, you, you, you. god, fuck - i’m so fucking wet for you. feels so good inside me, gonna cum.” 

he thrust his cock into you at a faster place, the tip of his cock hitting against your g-spot. more tears rushed down your eyes and he wiped them away, whispering praises in your ear while he fucked his load into you, the branch in both of your stomachs snapping. for the first time, you’d both cum at the same time.  

jumin grunted, his hips stuttering inside of you, making sure no cum would escape. 

“gonna push this as deep as i can. make you a mommy.” you moaned at the implications that he would impregnate you, the thought causing your body to begin shaking, his quick-moving cock sparking a different feeling, an overwhelming one. you could feel the heat rush to your pussy, your body sore - but you kept fucking yourself onto him. couldn’t stop even if you tried. a warm feeling bubbled in your stomach, nails raking his pale back, marking him as yours and no one else’s. you clenched your toes, a clear liquid gushing from your pussy and onto the bed, wetting his chest in the process. You instantly fell backwards, head hitting the sheets on the bed with a loud screech.

your pussy twitched, his cock now slowly removing itself from your cavity while you laid exposed on the bed, breathing erratic and sped up. 

“squirting all over me. what a bad girl.” sweat rained down your forehead, as well as jumin’s, body paralyzed from the excessive amounts of pleasure rushing through you.

jumin pulled you off of him and was now on his knees, cock soaked in your juices. the over sensitivity made him groan before he tucked himself in. the man with raven hair leaned down into your ear, kissing your earlobes before whispering. 

“happy birthday, slut.”