#so yea... princess is blue now

[airocats]

[cute-sucker]

your crush on rafe was helpless.

you knew you shouldn't indulge in it, as you flashed across the country club, wearing your cute outfits, and laughing with your girls. so what if you were a little of bimbo, giggling at anything said, and soft eyes wavering wherever they shouldn't?

you had been in plenty of relationships, beaming at anyone who treated you well, or perhaps not so well. rafe cameron was someone who you had always wanted to kiss. just a small peck on the mouth, or a soft embrace in his hands. somehow he was someone who wouldn't even touch you.

you had made it your mission after last year when you had tried to dance with him, only for him to promptly decline your offer, his eyes wandering someplace else, as you pouted. your friends had told you to give it up. what use was it?

after all rafe was filthy, with his dark blue eyes, and cruel worlds. all you had heard was bad things. but you were a soft princess, eyes docking at anyone, and painfully shy as well so who really cared about a harmless crush? it wasn't like anything was going to happen. you wanted for him though, harmless touches on his shoulder hoping that he'd look at you.

and suddenly it happened.

"coulda you move?" he squinted down at you, and you bit your lip beaming up at him. you had been eying him all night, pulling down your pretty pink dress hoping that he'd take a liking. instead, his eyes looked hazy, as he swung the bottle over his mouth.

then he gave you a pointed look, "what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?"

it was so overused. it was so icky the way he looked down at you. it was so stupid, yet you found yourself flushing, playing with the strands of your bracelet, "i don't know. i felt a bit lonely."

at this he smirked looking down at you, almost as if his eyes had reajusted and he'd realised who he was looking at. you were like a shy little bunny, wearing pink platforms, glossy pink lips pursed and an attitude he'd like to fix. yet rafe's smile deepened, and he licked his lips to look back at you.

you battered your eyelashes you practiced in the mirror. his eyes seem to linger on your lips for a second more. the music continued to boom, yet you felt this distant hum go through your body. if he touched you, you would melt.

"lonely, huh?" he drawled, his voice low and rough around the edges. "you shouldn't be. not a girl like you."

you had thought about this so many nights. you'd wished, hoped that he would finally pay attention to you. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and could barely stop your hands from shaking as he leaned closer.

his breath was cool on your neck, he smelt like peppermint, something that made your head spin, "how about i keep you company?

that was it. you felt all of your confidence go down the drain, instead, all you could feel was the way that your heart beat faster and faster. as if he was about to catch you, and you swallowed hard. you pouted as you toyed with your tiffany bracelet.

'i'd like that," you murmured, barely able to hear your own voice over the pounding in your chest.

there was something about your soft tone that seemed to change something about you. rafe's smirk turned into something softer, almost predatory. he reached out, his fingers grazing your arm lightly, sending shivers down your spine. "good," he said. "because i've been watching you too, you know. always so cute and innocent. makes me wonder what you're really like."

at this, you felt your heart skip a beat. there was no way, but you let the delusions fill your head, charged with promise you seemed to jump up. earnestly you tilted your head, and placed your hand on his bicep.

"i guess you'll have to find out," you breathed out, voice much steadier than you had ever felt.

rafe's eyes seemed to darken with interest before he leaned in his arm travelling to the small part of your back, "yea? you'd like that?" now his arms captured your waist, as you let out a soft sigh.

"welcome to my world, baby.'"

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

Overachiever

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Time Written-12:01 a.m.

Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (gave up looking for an image for this guy so yea)

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Faint blotches of muted blues and crooked gray shadows shroud your closed eyes, your heartbeat drumming in your head. Loud, thick gurgles ring in your ears, forcing all thoughts from your head.

Short, guttural grunts erupted above you. The sting along your scalp from a fistful of hair being clutched helped control your involuntary speed, coming to a sudden halt.

“I said,” his voice breaches through your muddled mind. “Keep those eyes open.”

On demand, you do so. Your watery eyes opening to a blurred vision of him; a rugged, sweat dampened mess, still clad in his leather uniform.

His hand eases off the back of your neck, allowing you to pull yourself off his fat, curved cock with a loud, lung expanding gasp. You cough after short chokes, a mix of spit and thick precum dribbling down your chin, seeping in between the valley of your breasts through your own suit.

“Look at you,” Jason huffs, guiding his heavy cock again to press against your glistening lips, feeling a sparkling pride over your ruined makeup.

“Pretty little whore. Y’see that?” He questions, guiding your head with his free hand to gaze down at him in question, focusing on the faint ring of bright red lipstick marking a good three quarters along the length.

“You’re getting better at this, Princess,” he breathlessly chuckles, tapping your outer cheek with his drenched dick.

“Bet your throat hurts, huh? Be honest.” His question has you nodding without much thought, feeling the muscles in your neck tingling after getting bullied and bruised by an eagerly horny vigilante.

“Tsk tsk. New hole’s just getting used to me, sweetheart,” Jason cooes with highly detectable mockery before leaning down, grasping your chin with two fingers to have you look at him, taking in his crinkled, amused expression.

“All that big talk when you’re stealing shit, now you got nothing to say.” After a condescending chuckle, Jason traps you in a hot, tongue heavy kiss, feeling himself throbbing at the sounds of your measly little whimpers.

“Aww, What’s the matter? Too fucked out already?” He whispers in between short pecks, swiping off a hint of spit along your chin before bringing it towards his lips, sucking the digit clean.

“Maybe it’s a little too much for ya,” Jason insists in a second guess attempt, fighting back a smirk from your growing eyes loaded up with denial. “Bit too big for you to take—“

“N-no!” You insist, your once balled up fists reaching up to grasp along his wrists. “I can do it, I know I can. Please, Jay.”

“Easy, easy. Fun’s barely starting, babygirl.” Jason displays his full smile, sharp teeth making an appearance with his chuckle.

Alongside pride, he was still giddy that he got you to agree to this.

“I know you wanna make me happy. Know you wanna earn your little reward.”

A hot, gushy load down your throat became your solid priority in an instant. Jason had that ability to suddenly render you absolutely starving in seconds, manipulating you into wanting what hadn’t come to mind before.

Your answer was a solid nod, eyes glowing in anticipation to further please him. His heavy palm clasps your throat in a snug hold, holding your head in place. His voice is low, quiet and lustful, but you hear him loud and clear.

“Tell you what,” Jason proposes with a quirk in his brow. “You take all of me; every last inch, an’ I’ll give you what you want.”

Eagerness leaves you automatically agreeing; pretty, kiss swollen lips with a pretty pink tongue eager to lap at the fat bead that threatened to drip off his length.

“That what you want, pretty girl?” He questions. “Want to make me happy? Wan’ me to make you come?”

You feel your whole body heating up from the fire that's burning deep inside you; your pussy painfully untouched and drenched. Jason promised he’d give you what you wanted if you played along in being a pretend thief, the motivation keeping you barely stable as it is.

It was like your brain was hard-wired to urge him towards his release. Or, maybe the mix of arousal and oxygen deprivation swirling around in your head was making you more submissive to set your own desires aside for him.

Eagerly nodding was your only form of answer, but Jason would gladly take it.

“Prove it then,” His hands leave your neck and head, settling them back along his sides. “Show me.”

Adjusting your sore knees against crooked gravel, you greedily lap up the fat, clear bead of precum that called your name, the saltiness drowning your tastebuds.

He lets out a short groan, brows furrowing slightly as he watches a bit of himself disappear between your lipstick smeared lips. His hum rumbles low in his chest as you bob your head back and forth at a steady pace, swirling along him with your tongue.

He's quickly drunk off of your persistent eagerness to please him, peering up at him through wet lashes. You were more focused on his reactions, watching his head slightly raise, threatening to tilt back if he wasn’t so stubborn to watch every second of it.

You looked a gorgeous sight already as you changed direction, pressing your glistening lips along the underside of his heavy cock, feeling the majority of his heavy dick rest along your face, settling against the corner of your cheek, nestled beside the small grove of your nostril.

A perfect picture to capture the memory, if it occurred to him to pull out his phone. His obedient, needy girl eager to please whenever he needed you.

He's panting harder now, shoulders rising quicker with his slightly labored breathing.

“Ready?” He had the decency to ask, waiting for your muffled hum in response before grasping hold of himself.

“Open.”

You obey, sticking out your pretty tongue.

“Eyes on me,” he taps the fat head along the muscle at least three times, too impatient to warn you of what happens if they close.

His hips lurch forward, sliding himself deep in your throat with a relieved groan. He fills your mouth up easily, his tip pushing past something hard in your throat until he's blocking your airways. You try to settle your reflex, nearly choking on him at the start.

Your soaking wet lips slowly passed where you last reached, your nose brushing against thick curls at his base, taking in his musk while choking on cock, hooking your fingers over the tight harnesses securing his meaty thighs.

You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your throat from rejecting him, but you're not able to hold him there for long before you choke.

The vibrations left him shivering, watching spit bubble from the corners of your mouth, dripping slowly down your chin and neck, disappearing down your constricting suit zipper.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his head tilting back in pure, raw pleasure, feeling his balls tighten with every constrict of your throat as he fucks your face.

Maybe it was his fault, getting off on your vile, arousing gags, your sickly gray tears rolling down your ruined face. The ultimate ego boost, nothing could ever top this.

You could've cared less of the mess you became, focused on him and his pleasure alone. His deep, aggressively hot tone serenaded through your brain like melted dark chocolate, leaving you addicted for more.

A rich, heavy moan left his mouth, vibrating through his chest as his head tilts back, Adam’s apple bobbing with thin beads of sweat as the nightly breeze bats against his shivering skin.

The sight of those gorgeously shiny lips clenching along the base of his drenched dick left him teetering on the very edge, your eyes watering from the sheer size of him being a bit too much for you to take.

Jason raised you higher up on his cock, nearly forcing your buckling knees off the ground.

The sounds that came from your pretty little mouth as you reached your limit, forcing you to take more than you were used to were vile and filthy, but he loved every second of it. A private symphony just for him alone.

“Nice and messy, babygirl,” Jason rasps out, glancing down at your flushed face with heavy lidded eyes.

“Gonna clean up that messy little pussy,” he murmured through heavy panting, reinforcing his interlocked fingers behind your head. “Then fuck those wet tits next.”

[unluckycryptid]

Popcorn Shrimp

Read on Ao3

Summary: Chloe didn’t know Red had a shrimp allergy. Neither did Red.

AKA My attempt at Glassheart Crackfic

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“Hmm, that’s an interesting taste.”

Chloe looked over at Red with a confused face.

She had just grabbed the two of them some food from the dining hall in the midst of their studying session and brought it back to their shared dorm. Red hadn’t told her what to grab, just telling the blue haired girl to ‘surprise her’ and had gone back to looking over a chemistry question that had been causing Chloe some trouble. The red haired girl was still at it when Chloe had come back with a variety of different foods they had been serving in the dining hall. Red had taken one of the takeout containers—the one filled with popcorn shrimp—and immediately started snacking on it while Chloe was busy laying out the rest of the food between them.

“What do you mean?” asked Chloe.

“Is it supposed to be—I dunno—spicy?” Red shrugged as she grabbed for another popcorn shrimp.

“Huh?”

‘Was Red talking about the marinara sauce?’ Chloe wondered, but it wasn’t laid out anywhere in front of them. Looking around, she spotted the little container still in the bag she had brought all of their food in.

“It’s an itchy sort of spicy, like I can feel it in the back of my throat. Can’t say I’ve ever had food like that before. Is that unique to Auradon?”

Oh no.

In less than a heartbeat, Chloe crossed whatever distance there was between her and Red and smacked the fried shrimp appetizer out of her hand.

“Wha- Hey! Mmmhf!!” Red exclaimed mid-bite when her blue haired roommate turned and stuck her hand in Red’s mouth. Chloe retracted her hand and hurled the shrimp that she had just been eating across the room.

Red felt two hands grab her face as Chloe looked her up and down with an urgency.

“Did you swallow?”

“Excuse me?”

“Red, did you swallow the shrimp? Yes or no?”

“Yea—”

Red couldn’t even get the full word out before she found herself being thrown over the shoulder of one Chloe Charming.

“Chloe! What the actual fuck is going o—owww!”

The blue haired girl had started running and accidentally smacked Red’s head into the door frame on the way out of their dorm.

But Chloe seemed to ignore her, instead opting to scream at other people in the hallway to move out of the way.

Everyone did. It’s not everyday you’d see the usually polite and demure Princess of Cinderellasburg cussing out anyone in her way while full-sprinting down the hallway with the Crown Princess of Wonderland yelling every sort of explicative known to man on her shoulder.

Principal Uma’s office was much closer than the infirmary on the other side of campus, so Chloe opted for there instead. Chloe practically kicked the door down while shouting, “Principal Uma!! We need medical help!”

“Chloe Cordelia Grace Charming, you put me down right now!”

“Girls!” exclaimed Uma who had been enjoying a peaceful night behind her desk up until now.

Chloe basically threw Red down on one of the couches as she rushed to explain, “Shrimp! Red— s-she ate shrimp!”

“What the hell, Chloe!”

“Charming, I may be from the sea, but that does not mean you get to waste my time—”

“She’s allergic! Red’s allergic!” Chloe cried in defense as she pointed to the girl on the couch, “She said the shrimp felt itchy.”

All eyes turned on Red.

Now that she mentioned it, Red did feel like she was having some trouble breathing.

“Stick her.” The Principal grabbed an Epipen from a desk drawer and threw it at Chloe.

“Wha—”

The next thing Red knew, there was a sharp needle stuck in her thigh. Red looked up slowly at Chloe, both of their mouths open in shock.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Oh you little—!”

“No time for that. Ms. Charming, grab Ms. Hearts and follow me. We’re taking the magic carpet to Auradon hospital.”

“Chloe, don’t you dare pick me up again!”

“Sorry Red, Principal Uma’s orders!”

“Nonono—ghhhuuhh!”

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“Oh my sweet darling rose! I’m so so sorry that I never thought of getting you checked for seafood allergies. Are you alright?” Bridget, the Queen of Wonderland, asked as she ran to her daughter’s side.

Red sat under the covers of the hospital bed, clearly not wanting to be there. The doctors were strongly encouraging her to stay and be monitored overnight. Of course, that meant she was going to stay the night at the hospital in this itchy gown.

“Yeah, mom, I’m fine,” Red grumbled before she was pulled into a bone crushing hug by Bridget. It was still so weird to Red that she had such an affectionate mother now.

“Moooommm, you’re embarrassing me.”

In the corner of the hospital room, sat her roommate and Principal Uma. The two stood up at Bridget’s arrival.

“Thank you again, Principal Uma, for bringing my daughter here as urgently as you could.”

“No need to thank me, Queen Bridget, just doing my job,” the Principal said as the two started walking towards the entrance.

Bridget turned towards the blue haired princess, “And, Chloe, thank you for calling and telling me everything.”

“Just let me choke next time.”

All three pairs of eyes rolled at the same time.

“Tell your mother I said hi for me, alright?” Bridget continued, giving Chloe a quick hug.

“Of course, Aunt Bridget,” said Chloe as she stepped away to join Uma at the doorway. She waved at Red.

“Bye, Red, and get back soon. Wouldn’t want this incident to shrimpede your studies.”

“You’ve been working on that one for a while now, haven’t you?”

“Why yes, yes I was.”

“Get out.”

“Alright.”

[popcornforone]

Sensual Sunday

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fic

I have a couple of Pedro Friends birthdays in November & one of them is such a Frankie girl that I thought I’d write a little paragraph for her. It then turned into a small Fic. & it was so fitting of today that I just had to post it for everyone.

Synopsis:- today is your birthday

Word count:-450

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Female receiving orals, PIV sex, they are a couple, all consensual, swearing.

Yea I just thought everyone should have a read of this. Thanks people’s hope you all enjoy, & happy birthday fellow Scorpio Pedro peoples.

You lie in bed, the autumnal leaves falling outside your window, the mist has lifted. It’s going to be the most crisp & brisk day, perfect for a Sunday morning in November. But you don’t care.

Music is playing from the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee is in your house. Sunday means he always gets breakfast. But you don’t care.

Your cat. The princess that she is, lapping away at her food in the hall way. She’s purring. She’d have usually leapt up into your bed by now for morning snuggles but she’s not & you don’t care.

Your legs are parted. Just in your light blue sleep shirt. Your eyes still sticky with sleep from the night before, but they are awake & wide. Your hips rolling. A familiar sensation has you grabbing your pillow. Small whines escape your lips.

Between your thighs, is your man. His head buried deep into your sex. His long fat fingers doing the work his penis usually would, you feel the digits against your walls.His tongue, playing with your clit. Kisses, sloppy trails, sucking. He is enjoying the moans you are letting out this morning. Feeling your thighs shake. The way your hands twist through his hair. Yes he takes his cap off for this. Only the best for his girl. He wants you to feel like a complete princess. As he tastes every drop of arousal, & eventually cum. You always orgasm ferociously when he licks you out. They don’t call him Catfish for nothing. Talented is an understatement.

You’re breathless when it’s over. Looking up at the ceiling. Wondering how you ever got so lucky. Legs shaking, sex oozing. Feeling so satisfied & sensitive. Waiting for his next move. You know it will be for him to crawl on top of you & pull your sleep shirt off to expose your body.

He does just this. Your breasts tender, your nipples hard. He sucks them both. He’s already undressed. His hard length brushing against your clit. His large hand wraps around the back of your neck. His face glistening, covered in your slick. Your lips curls, you softly lick the underside of the top one before gasping. He’s filled you magnificently as he’s crawled up your body. You always take him so well. He’s a big boy & each time is a pinch, to remind you how good it’s going to be. He softly boops you in the nose with his first hip thrust, before his lips meet yours. It’s a sensual long kiss as your body responds to his, matching his next pulse.

“Oooh fuck Frankie” you whimper.

“Hmmm baby” he says looking into your beautiful eyes. “Only the best morning birthday sex for my girl”

This you care about.

[sc0tters]

All Bark No Bite | Ethan Edwards

summary: you and Ethan have disliked each other from the moment you met. so what happens when you connect with some old friends from high school that just so happen to be on the other team that send Ethan the wrong idea?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, thigh riding, minor mention of spanking, use of a Polaroid camera whilst having sex, swearing, use of the nickname brat and princess once or twice, use of y/n once too.

word count: 2.6k

authors note: wrote this last night after a rugby game, was running on three hours of sleep and pure excitement after the all blacks won… very much did love writing about Ethan and this was actually meant to be up yesterday but I literally got home at 1 in the morning. this request was highly detailed so I hope I did it justice!

You hated him.

Your and Ethan's little rivalry went back all the way to the first day of freshman year when he took your drink order at the coffee shop on campus because he had the same order and was late.

From that day on you hoped that he would rot in hell.

The hockey team were put in the middle of it all though when you joined the team as the new photographer. When you saw his face you were ready to quit, but you needed Coach Naurato's signature at the end of the season in order to pass the first year of your degree thus you stayed.

But that didn't mean that it was all cordial. The screaming matches you two would have were so frequent to the point where you two were not allowed in the same room together alone, not that either of you were ever going to complain about that.

So when you two hadn't said a single thing to each other in over two weeks, you were practically on cloud nine. You were at the top in all of your classes, you had a fuck buddy in Mark, and Ethan hadn't done anything to screw either of those two things up.

Ethan hated what you and Mark were, not only because of the fact that he said a wall with your bed buddy but also because the sounds of your moans had quickly become the only material he could use to jack-off to.

Just last night after hearing you leave the sophomore house when he dozed off to sleep Ethan was met with a harsh surprise, that was a dream about you.

He had to admit that he knew most of the image of you was true, he had seen your lacy thong that landed up in Marks washing and one time when you were in your office at the Yost you accidentally spilt a smoothie down your white shirt. Despite shutting the door, you had forgotten to shut the blinds by the window you had inside the office. That meant when Ethan walked past he was giving a front row seat to watch you get semi undressed. He knew it was wrong how his mouth watered at the sight of your blue bra but it just looked like it was made for your breasts.

Even though it was game day at the Yost, Ethan avoided you like the plague as he attempted to get that image out of his mind.

That's why it was so confusing to you when the conversation you were having with two of the Ohio state players was cut short by the Canadian. He had been glaring at the two boys unaware that you were catching up with them because the three of you went to high school together.

You wanted to slap that glare off of Ethan's face but as the players from Ohio were scattered around you knew that you would get in trouble if you did indeed hit him.

So instead when you saw he had his bag ready to go you dragged him to your office. It was far away enough from the main parts of the players areas so that nobody would hear you two.

You shut the door behind you and was ready to unleash your full fury at him "what the hell was that?" You both spoke at the same time.

Ethan was quicker to let out a scoff "you wanna tell me?" He asked taking a step towards you "fucking touching them like that." The boy added as you were now against your table as you tried to avoid being too close to him.

Yeah you had hugged both boys but that was because you hadn't seen them since the previous year "green is not a good colour for you," you pointed out with a laugh as he was acting rather jealous.

The comment made him roll his eyes "could you maybe not be a little brat for one second?" He cocked his head as he had now pushed you onto the table.

You knew that you were teetering on a fine line with him "what are you going to do if I don't?" The smirk was clear on your face and it only became more evident when his own facial expressions hardened.

He wanted to do it, he wanted to show you but Mark was acting like a mental blocker. Sure it was stupid but Ethan was a man of bro code "knew you'd be all bark and no bite." You mumbled shaking your head as you moved your hand to his chest to move past him.

That seemed to press the on button in the boys head as his hand cupped your cheek, and before you both knew it he was now kissing you.

It took you a second before you kissed him back causing what quickly became a fight between your tongues that you lost when Ethan placed a slap on your ass. The gesture was small but it brought a moan out of you and he felt it in his shorts.

The sounds that he had heard so much from the room next door was now right in front of him.

The Canadian pulled you towards the couch as he sat down letting you land on top of him "let's get this off of you," he motioned to the strings of your sweatpants as you nodded quickly pulling the gray pants off.

The boy looked at the sight as he released out a groan "look at you in these pretty little panties," he mumbled as he rested his hand on hip as he wanted to move your hoodie that was hiding the fabric.

As his fingers dug in that bone it caused you to grind against his thigh, eliciting another moan from you.

It caught Ethan off guard as he looked up at you "you like that?" He asked as he brushed the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

You placed your hands on his shoulders "yeah," you moaned as you leaned forward to kiss him again.

His hands didn't let up as he continued to help you reach what you both hoped was your high "god you’re wet,” Ethan’s head fell back as the fabric on his thigh was quickly becoming soaked.

When his head dropped you took the opportunity to kiss his neck making the effort to draw hickeys on the area.

He squeezed your thighs as he moved his hand back to your ass to place another smack on it “been waiting to have you like this.” The hockey player confessed as he watched you smile.

It was a shit eating grin “you must have been so jealous of Mark then pretty boy.” You cooed letting out a sigh as your mouth formed an o shape.

Ethan scoffed at the mention of his housemate “that mouth of yours is going to get you in some hot water,” he warned as he pushed his lips into a thin line.

In the best of times you said some things that you probably weren’t meant to “it’s not like you’re going to do anything about it.” You teased, reminding him of what you had said earlier “all bark. No bite,” you pecked his lips between the two sentences as you bit the inside of your cheek trying your best to suppress a moan when the boy forced your hips into his thigh.

He knew he shouldn’t have reacted because you were simply trying to get under his skin “up,” Ethan placed you next to him on the couch as he began to unbuckle his pants.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you were left speechless “you got condoms princess?” The Canadian asked as he as he knew that he had none in his bag.

The sound of your laughter could be heard as you nodded getting up to grab the box that was in a drawer. Ethan thought that you had kept them because you and Mark had slept together before on this couch. When in fact one of the freshmen asked you to get him some once, not wanting to know what size Rutger was you just told him to grab what he needed from the drawer.

Ethan had kicked his pants off and had now caught the attention of your camera that was sat on the table next to the couch.

He met you in the middle of the room in nothing more than his boxers “let’s get this off of you,” the hockey player muttered as he tugged at the end of your hoodie. You lifted up your arms in an attempt to help his efforts “you knew you were gonna get fucked today didn’t ya?” He groaned seeing that you were in a matching set.

A smirk was evident on your face, “Mark usually fucks me real good after a big win,” that was the honest truth, Mark always landed up back in your dorm after a powerful team performance “lay down pretty boy,” your voice was soft as you sent him a smile.

The Canadian scoffed “what makes you think that you’re in charge?” He asked still listening to you.

He watched as you rolled the condom over his cock “thought brats always get what they want?” You showed him that you weren’t going to let him forget about what he called you.

You smiled as you straddled over his thighs using his cock to tease your clit before you slid onto it “fuck,” you groaned as his hands found their familiar home on your hips “taking me so well,” his breath was hot against the shell of your neck as he helped you fuck yourself on him.

The sound of skin slapping could have been heard from anyone in that hallway but thankfully all of the umich players were far too focused on celebrating the big win.

Ethan was bigger than Mark which was honestly really surprising to you because you always thought that the Canadian screamed small dick energy.

But as he managed to hit spots that Mark could only ever scratch “so good,” your eyes screwed shut as Ethan wrapped his lips around your nipple.

He sucked at your breast letting his hand massage the other one “E,” you moaned as your fingers raked through his hair slightly pulling at it “wanna take a picture of you,” you confessed letting your thoughts be voiced.

You were honestly surprised that you were able to form that coherent sentence as you could feel the coil in your stomach that was getting tighter by the second.

It was weird, usually your camera was only something that you used for the team on the ice or during funny moments. This was fitting under neither category “here I was thinking that I was the one with no bite.” Ethan watched as you reached over to grab the Polaroid camera that was next to your big camera. The boy was able to use this moment to fuck you at a different angle almost causing you to land flat on your face by the surprise movement “it’s my job to be the little shit,” you mumbled sending him a glare.

Ethan let out a laugh “sorry princess,” he apologised and attempted to make it up to your by leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw back down to your breasts.

As his face was nuzzled between the two you took the moment to take that picture letting out a whimper as he looked back up at you “my turn,” the hockey player reached out with one hand to grab the camera and used his other to rub his thumb over your clit.

Your head fell back and it caused him to get the perfect picture. As the piece of film came out he knew that the image of your scrunched up face trailing down to your breasts that were quickly becoming more visibly marked by the second was you to be one that was going to live in his wallet.

For safe keeping’s of course but also for a little bit of material that he could use as he pleased.

He liked how he was pulling moans out of your mouth quicker than he had ever heard Mark do it.

Ethan knew that it was wrong but subconsciously he had made a competition within himself to outcompete the boy that he had heard you with so many times already.

It was like if the Canadian could make you feel better than his Michigan born teammate then maybe you’d cut things out with Mark then.

Maybe even you’d pick Ethan up as a fuck buddy instead.

But he was pulled from his thoughts as you clenched around him practically sucking the life out of his cock as he was brought back to reality “you’re so good to me,” you cooed as the attention to your clit was bringing you ever so closer to your high.

He placed a soft kiss to your collar bone “you wanna be a good girl and come for me?” He asked just increasing the rate of which his thumb rubbed the sensitive nub as you began to bounce your hips against him.

The coil in your stomach was so tight that it almost hurt “fuck me wow!” You yelled as your whole body shook as you even felt the orgasm in your toes.

Thankfully for you the boy was right behind you as you throbbing and clenching around him spurred on his orgasm, causing him to mumble a string of so good as he helped you ride out your high.

You found the energy in yourself to move off of him as your body collapsed on the couch next to him but thankfully on the side that didn’t have the now fully processed photos.

Because we can’t have those getting damaged now can we?

Ethan smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair “we should go that again some other time,” he proposed causing you to let out a giggle as it was the first thing that he had said to you after sex.

You looked at him leaning in to peck his lips as you were still in that fucked out state “my pretty little brat,” the Canadian mumbled as he brushed your hair out of your face.

As you leaned forward to grab your hoodie his phone went off with a string of notifications “someone’s popular,” you teased sending him a smile.

Ethan let out a laugh “I could say the same thing to you,” he had a giant smirk on his face as he flipped his phone around to you.

Mark 🛑 you know where y/n is? saw you with her earlier

Your face turned red as you had totally forgotten about the fact that you and Mark were actually meant to do some work for a class after the game.

So you let out a groan as you tried to get up “I gotta go,” you announced as you pulled your sweatpants over your legs not bothering to find your panties as you figured that you could leave them as a memento for the Canadian.

You were grateful that you had a spare pair of slides in the office as you didn’t feel like putting on your airforces “you can let yourself out right?” You asked as you grabbed the photo of him and your phone.

Speechless all Ethan could do was nod.

He clearly thought that your evening went down worse than his did.

Maybe this wasn’t meant to happen again.

[yorshie]

Appy Slices: No Nose Zone

Bayverse turtles x femreader (No Y/N)

Warning/Summary: It's the weekend after Romeo left, surely everything's calmed down by now, right? SFW (short Leo POV for comedy sake)

Appy Slices Part Two Let's GO!

aged up turtles (22 ish)

By Monday, you figured all your turtle related problems were over. Sure, things had been a little weird all weekend after movie night, but you figured with Romeo gone things would go back to normal by the next time you saw them.

The turtles responded happily enough to your texts after the tortoise went home with his mother, and your quick text informing them of his departure was the equivalent to opening the floodgates on their affection and attention.

Throughout the week, Raph sent you texts while you were walking to and from work, vigilant about making sure you weren’t followed and nagging about keeping an eye on your surroundings. Mikey left you a dozen or more funny video links everyday for you to enjoy on your breaks and in-between bites of your lunch. Donnie programed your phone so whenever you opened it on the subway ride home it went straight to a new playlist he had put together for you. Even Leo left you a voicemail every morning, at a calculated time when you couldn’t pick up, just letting you know he hoped you had a good day.

So by the time Friday rolled around again and you were heading down to the Lair, six or so pizza boxes in your hands, you weren’t expecting any hiccups in the ‘let’s just all forget about cranky, territorial turtles’ plan.

That was, until Michelangelo met you at the door, arms open wide to give you his customary welcome hug. You dropped the boxes on the table, squealed with glee and jumped for him. He caught you as he always did, swung you around in an arc before he pulled his head sharply away and gagged.

He set you down quickly, face falling into a mask that you had never seen on him before.

“Angelo?” You asked, confusion and worry bleeding into your tone.

“Wow, Babes.” He wrinkled his nose, arms coming up to hold you decidedly away from him. “You uh… you reek.”

You froze, fought the urge to openly sniff yourself. “I-smell?”

He nodded, rubbing his hands up and down your arms in what you hoped he meant as soothing, because his grip was just a shy tick too strong. “Yea, you-”

“Hey, princess, you got the pizza!” Raph walked in from his weight room, towel over his wide shoulders and a grin pulling his lips. He went to take you from Mikey, and you went willingly, hopeful that you’d get your turtle cuddles.

His head dipped into the slot where your neck met your shoulder while your arms looped over his neck, silently asking to be picked up, and he went rigid. 

You heard him give a loud snort, the sound barreling through his chest under your face, and he all but shoved you away, blinking rapidly and lip curling. “Oh, not this shit again.”

“What shit?!” The words popped out with a squeak, your shoulders up, blocking your neck. You stared up at him, eyes wide and questioning.

Mikey caught your elbow, fingers warm and firm, coaxing you into half facing him again. “C’mon, babes, let’s get you a shower, then-”

You heard his words while taking a few steps in the direction he was corralling you, brows lowering as you processed what he wanted. Your knees locked, and you rocked away from his gentle pull. 

“I don’t need a shower, Mikey.” 

“Yes, yes you do.” There was a large hand on the small of your back, but you stayed firm against Raph’s push, a little bubble of anger starting to manifest in your gut.

“Stop being pushy.” You ordered, about to turn back to fix Raph with a scowl, but a quick hiss of an aerosol can brought you up short.

Your gaze latched onto Mikey’s wide eyes, impossibly blue as you watched him process the flash of emotion on your face at the sound, before you rolled your head to the side and spied the can of Febreeze in Raph’s hand.

“Raph.” You asked, quiet, calm. “Did you just-”

He sprayed the can again, in a sweeping motion, hitting you from mid thigh to shoulders.

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In the Dojo, Leo’s head whipped around in alarm at a faint screech, arms moving to brace his weight forward, up and out of the Lotus position he had just settled into. The feminine sound tunneled through the Lair again, and he was up, moving, his heart a sudden spiky thump of terror under his ribs. 

He barreled through the Dojo door and into the main room, barely a pause to catalogue the interior, before a scuffle by the entrance to the bathrooms caught his eye and he focused on it. 

That terror in his chest bloomed into relief, morphed into confusion, then finally settled into irritation, and with a sharp huff and a shake of his head, he started for the squabble.

Raphael and Michelangelo were trying to wrestle you through the bathroom door. Raph had his arms looped under your own, one large hand tucked behind your head in a hold just tight enough to stop you from slipping free, other hand belted around your middle and lifting you up into the air. One of your hands was clenched tight around the heavy metal door frame, one leg braced on the other side of the opening. Mikey had both hands occupied trying to bend your leg up and off while keeping ahold of the other.

The whole time, you were screeching at the top of your lungs, only stopping to gather more breath, voice cracking at the beginning and end of each noise. With each belt of sound Leo flinched, his head ringing, heart quickening despite the fact that he could clearly see you were not in danger.

His brothers, on the other hand-

Leo breathed in deeply, sucking in the air to bellow, when he heard Mikey shout incredulously, your foot breaking free and crashing into his chest before he could re-snag it:

“Where does all this anger come from!? Where does she store it?!”

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“What the hell are you two doing?”

You hiccuped at the sound, the sharp bark of clipped words, screech cutting off mid belt as Leo intervened.

Raph and Mikey froze, caught red handed, before Raph seemed to recover, swinging you around and away from the door, all but shoving you under Leo’s nose. “Smell.”

“What?” Leo hissed, eyes narrowing, chin jutting forward, patented ‘big brother ire’ coming out strong.

“She stinks.” Raph growled over your head, as if it made sense, “like that stupid tortoise.”

“What?” You squawked at the same time Leo repeated the word, your anger building even as his snout arced down, burying into your hair. Your free hand came up to shove him away, but he moved just as you made contact, his whole face curling up as if he’d sucked on a lemon.

“I do not smell!” You shouted it with a renewed wiggle, going limp in Raph’s hold in an effort to slip from his grip.

“Yea, you do babe.” Mikey interjected, hugging both your legs to his chest. 

“Just, put her down.” Leo said, flexing his face muscles, tying to relax around the offensive smell. 

Slowly, Raph and Mikey released you, and you wasted no time stepping outside their grabbing range, skirting around Leo until you had the eldest brother between you and them.

“Mikey, go get whatever you think would fit.” Leo said, voice low, and you peeked around the edge of his shell to frown up at him. “Raph, go-” He lifted an arm, peered down at you before focusing on his Red banded brother again. “Go get the secret weapon.”

“Secret weapon?” You asked, annoyed and more than a little suspicious. “Leo? What secret weapon?” 

He didn’t answer, but he did let you grab at the sides of his shell, edge him sideways to keep him in front of you as both Raph and Mikey slid past. You tried to follow where Raph was going, but Leo took another snorting breath, shaking his head as though to get rid of a bothersome insect.

“I really smell?” You asked, voice small, shoulders curving inwards when he didn’t deny it.

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll fix this.” He said, raising his brow ridges and tilting his head in an effort to see you, since you had yet to move out from behind him.

“Or, and this is just a suggestion, but you could all kindly get over yourselves.” You put some sarcasm into the words, backed it up with a solid push against his carapace, and he swayed forward just enough to not jar your elbows.

“Hm…” He quirked a corner of his mouth. “Tempting.” He raised an arm, and you retreated further behind him. “Hey? Why am I being used as a turtle shield?”

“Because.” You shook your head decidedly, tapping the back of his leg to get him to shift to the side. “If anyone’s got a chance of manhandling me into a shower, it’s you. So you just keep your hands to yourself.”

He openly chuckled at that, turning away to look out over the Lair towards something. “I would never dream of manhandling you.”

“It’s literally your go-to move, Blue.” You argued, before the sound of quiet footsteps had your shoulders going up again, on the defensive.

“Hey, Leo, what’s-” 

Leo made some sharp motion, you could feel his arm move, but Donnie broke off, and you knew some sign language was taking place.

“Oh, well that’s rude.” You pushed Leo again, swinging him around when you felt Donnie try and sidestep around towards you. You heard a huff of amusement as he swayed again, but Donnie was undeterred.

“Hey?” He asked, drawing out the word, and his head popped around Leo’s shell, low enough that you realized he must be crouching. He gave you that patented little smile, his eyes roving over you, “You ok?”

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic, Don, and I’m not taking a shower.”

He bobbed his head, shuffled forward a step, before retreating with a little huff when you swung Leo into his space and forced him to back up. He disappeared, before popping up on your other side, even lower this time, peering up at you.

“I don’t think you need a shower.” He continued, and you gave him a deadpanned stare, not buying it for a minute, and he grinned again. “What about a bath, though?”

“A bath?” You parroted, narrowed your eyes threateningly.

“Yeah, a bath,” He swayed forward. “I bet you’ve had a long, exhausting week. And I know you were excited to come down here and see us.” He slid forward a step. “Let me run you a bath? I got all the plumping fixed up, you’ll never run out of hot water?”

Unbidden, you thought about the sunken tub Donnie had fitted into the bathroom a few years ago. It was practically a pool for you, and since it was so large you almost never let yourself have the luxury of using it. 

You set your cheek on Leo’s shell, thinking it over. “All to myself?”

“All to yourself,” he chirped, dipping his head in agreement. “I’ll even dig out that smell good stuff you like so much.”

“I thought that stuff was overpowering?” At the mention of smell, your shoulders hiked back up again, and you felt Leo tense, saw the flick of Donnie’s tongue against his lower lip.

“No, no, it’s not bad.” He raised his hand, reaching out slowly, “promise.”

You thought it over, narrowing your eyes, thinking it over, let him pull your hand off Leo’s shell.

“I’m gonna go get some blankets,” Leo whispered to Donnie, as he pulled you slowly out from behind his older brother, and you had to focus to make out the words. “You good here?”

“Sure, we’ll be right as rain, won’t we?” Donnie asked, as if there was no way you could take offense at the way they were skirting around you.

“Wait-what?” But Leo was gone, and Donnie tucked your hand into his much larger one, pulling on you gently until you were in front of a rapidly filling tub inside their tiled bathroom, not quite sure how you got there.

“Here you go, some towels, and I’ve got the smell good stuff.” Donnie passed you the stack.

“Wait, Don,” you sputtered, grabbed up the soap as he tried to leave. “This is- this is yours-”

“Use it, then this one.” He tapped the second bottle, the one that was the scent you kept down in the Lair for emergencies. “The first one should get rid of any-well-” He shrugged, with a small smile, apparently smart enough to not tell you that you stunk to your face.

“I-I’m sorry,” You put down the stack of towels, and he caught your hands, holding them in his gentle grip.

“There’s no need to be sorry, ok? There’s no way you could have known about it.”

“But-why?” You gestured, and he let you, head tilting as you swung your arms out in a circle to encompass everything that had happened in the last hour.

He hummed, then tapped your forehead, eyes crinkling at the wrinkles of offense that followed his digit. “It’s just a turtle thing, don’t worry too much over it, kay?”

You gasped, forgetting the weirdness for a moment. “Oh my god, something the great Donatello won’t explain?”

He was amused, but not enough to expound. “Take the bath, relax. I’ll be waiting for you.” He reclined to his full height, pausing to lock the door before he swung it shut with a pointed wink.

True to his word, when you inched the door open and stuck your head out, he was waiting with politely adverted eyes and a bundle of clothes. When you eyed him, he handed you the bundle, then slid his palm over the door to keep it shut.

You figured out a moment why a moment later when you unraveled the clothes and found they were not the spare set you left in the top drawer of Leo’s dresser. You pushed against the door angrily, to not avail. “Donnie! These are not mine!”

“The beanie’s mine.” He said unhelpfully, seemingly without remorse. “The shirt smells like one of Raph’s old ones.” He tilted his head, and when you peered angrily through the door all you could see was the crinkle of amused golden hazel. 

You looked down at the garments. “This hoodie better be clean and not the one Mikey’s been wearing all week.”

“And the pants are Leo’s.” Donnie talked on, as if he hadn’t heard you, and that was enough to keep you from slipping the hoodie over your head, instead tying it as a makeshift belt to keep the ridiculously large sweatpants up on your hips.

“This is stupid. I feel stupid.” You knocked on the door, and his hand slid away, far enough that you could waddle out. The shirt was more of a dress, tucked into the ridiculously vibrant, blue sweatpants. The orange and white hoodie only worked as a belt thanks to the amount of times you could roll the waist of the pants. And over your head, you tucked your wet hair up into the purple beanie to avoid getting anything wet. “I look ridiculous. Can’t I just go to Leo’s room and get my clothes?”

Donnie’s gaze swept over you, eyes crinkling, lips pressed close to keep from twitching as he looked you over. But you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, curved towards you as he leaned forward. “Do you want me to carry you?”

“No.” He nodded at your sharp answer, then gestured you towards where the others surely were. “I hope you break a rib trying to hold in those giggles.”

“Fair.” He allowed, for once not about to correct you, lips pursing quickly, before they smoothed out again.

You found the others in the living room area, preparing for movie night as if nothing had gone amiss. When you tripped over a sweatpants leg trying to get to the couch, however, it was Raph that caught you.

You felt his chest inflate, and you stuck out a hand, pushed his snout away from whatever body part he was smelling. “No, no one is sniffing me anymore. This is a no nose zone.” You flicked his snout, hard. “No nose!”

He snorted, but set you down in the middle of the couch, and without hesitation claimed the spot next to you, a plate of pizza in one hand. You eyed it, eyed him, before leaning forward, pushing up the sleeves of the faded red shirt to grab a slice.

Mikey came from the kitchen area, whistling, cheery once again as he settled against the couch on the floor. You heard him giggle right before a cold can was pressed up the loose leg of the blue sweatpants, against your calf, and you hissed, flicked the limb to move it away. 

The can plopped in your lap, and his large fingers grabbed your calf instead, pulled forward until it draped over his shoulder. “Now you smell divine, baby cakes.” He patted your knee where it rested beside his head.

“No Nose Zone, Mikey.” You grumbled into the pizza, tensing to keep from spilling into Donnie’s space when claimed the other side of you, his long arm curling up to rest behind your head while the other launched kernels of popcorn into the air. “I’d bet five bucks I still smell suspiciously of turtle, though.”

Leo had the remote, the last to join, and he took the spot on the floor in front of Donnie, the back of his head touching your other calf where it was curved under you. “No Nose Zone, remember? We aren’t allowed to check.”

“Damn right, you aren’t.” You accepted him opening your pop for you though, sipping it slowly. 

“After all that, you should smell like-”

The others chorused, “shut up, Mikey.” And he broke off with another little giggle.

When you finished your first slice of pizza, you found Donnie had place a hand full of popcorn in front of you, and you snorted in amusement as you picked kernels from his palm.

Leo still hadn’t picked a movie, and you looked down to find his head tilted back, watching. “Hey, earth to Leo?” He blinked, and you gestured with your can towards the tv. “Movie?”

“What do you wanna watch?” Raph asked you from your right, and you blinked in startled surprise at him. He only scrubbed an arm idly along the muscles of his other, plate perched on the thigh closest to you, eyes crinkled as he regarded you.

“I picked last week?” You protested, but he only shrugged, as if the turns didn’t matter anymore. 

You glared at all of them, ending with Donnie, who simple raised his brows in question. 

“You sure you don’t wanna explain?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Hm… nope.” He supplied, curling his arm behind you to prop up his head, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word. 

In retaliation, you made them watch your favorite movie for the fortieth time.

[jjsfavgirl]

Helloo!!! Just wanted to say that I already love your account<33 I also take this opportunity to ask you if you could write ennemi!jj having to share a bed with reader💕 thanks you sweetie!

You are literally the sweetest!! This is my first suggestion so I’m sorry if this is bad :)

One bed

Enemy!JJ maybank x reader

Summary: while staying at John B’s house one night, JJ and y/n both come to realise that there’s only one bed in the spare bedroom, both too stubborn to sleep on the couch.

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“You’re in my bed princess.” I heard a oh so familiar voice chant from the door frame, I immediately glanced up from my phone and lifted my head up of the now dented pillow.

“Didn’t see your name on it.” I shrugged, smiling at him menacingly as my head returned back to the pillow.

“Well technically I’ve known John B longer and technically this is my room.” He stated, tossing a discarded shirt over his blonde locks.

“Well technically you should be more of a gentleman.”I smirked, tossing my phone to the side and sitting up to face the tan boy.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” He questioned, crossing his burly arms across his chests, biceps flexing against the grey fabric of his shirt.

“The couch?” I shrugged, raising my brows at the boy.

“Nah.” He bluntly spoke, pulling up the covers and setting himself beside me.

“Fuck you mean nah?” I scoffed, scooting away from the boy like he had the black plague.

“I mean that you can either share the bed, or go sleep on the couch.” He smirked.

“I-“ I stuttered, unable to find the words.

Me and JJ always had this hatred for each other for no reason. Maybe it was in his blood to hate kooks, no matter who it was. But no matter how many remarks we made towards each other, I still begged that one day it would change. Maybe today is that day.

“I’ll go to the couch.” I sighed, picking up my phone and charger and carefully climbing out of the bed.

Before I could even reach the door, I heard JJ speak.

“Stop.”

“Stop what? You wanted me to leave so I’m leaving.” I smiled, trying to get out of this situation as quick as possible.

“Ya making me feel bad, princess.” He muttered, sitting up in the bed and switching on the small lamp beside him.

I stayed silent, clutching my phone and my charger to my chest. God. No matter how much I hated this man I could barely even form a conversation with him that didn’t include a million snarky insults.

“Get in the bed.” He ordered, making room for me beside me as he patted the space, inviting me in.

Not wanting to argue with him, I shuffled silently and took my rightful place beside the beach blonde.I let a small smile settle on my face as I tucked myself in next to him.

“J.” I murmured, laying on my side to face the blue eyed man.

“Yea?” He quizzed back, copying my actions.

“You’ve gone soft for a kook” I laughed, booping his nose while I giggled, my laughter shaking the bed slightly.

“Don’t get used to it, princess.” He smirked back.

The two of us lay in silence, savouring the moment and enjoying the calm eye contact. Until I began to speak again, breaking the air tension between us.

“Why do you hate me so much.”

“Well why do you hate me so much.” He repeated, poking my chest with his index finger.

“I don’t, was just scared of getting close.” I muttered, still keeping the same calm eye contact with the blonde.

“Getting close?” He questioned back, his brows furrowing immediately at my statement, attempting to decipher my words.

“Getting too close to you.” I muttered, finally breaking the prolonged eye contact and glancing at my hands which were situated in my lap.

“Does it scare you?” He asked another question, causing me to rekindle the eye contact again, enjoying getting lost in his ocean blue orbs.

“A little.” I began, sucking in a deep breath, “but, I wouldn’t mind being close with you.” I smiled.

He smiled at my words, he smiled like he had been waiting to hear them his whole life, he smiled like he was under a curse and my words just broke him free.

“I need to be close with you” he muttered, a part of him wishing a didn’t hear him.

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I hope you enjoyed this!! And I literally smiled so freaking brightly when I got my first suggestion (this) I immediately told my bf 🫶🏻

[ch0wen]

Raise a Little Hell

Trevor x Fem!Reader Part 1 | Part 2 * - (in progress)

𓎙─۫──۪─𓎙

Trevor got home, drunk, and you were pissed off at him for it. You started an argument with him because lately, he's always out late and intoxicated when he gets home.

He started yelling at you back, pissed too that you're always bringing up him going out and, in his eyes, having fun.

"Seriously? You're bringing up me getting drunk when you're literally the one who gives me grief for being even a minute late getting back from work? Work, babe. I need a drink in me to handle your war paths." He groans as he puts a hand on his head and runs it down the front of his face, before snagging the freshly opened beer bottle off the side table and taking a swig.

"I made dinner, Trev," I sigh. Gesturing to the pans on the stove with the cold, burnt food caked inside. Feeling stupid standing in the kitchen in a floral patterned dress.

"Yeah, and? It's your job to make dinner. The food is cold at this point anyway," He scoffs and leans back against the wall. He didn't notice how upset you were. He was just being stubborn as always.

"No, it's not my job, you prick."

I toss the hastily untied apron onto the counter, before opening the fridge and getting my own beer. Cracking it open and taking a swig.

He glares at you, watching you drink the beer, "Oh really? Then what is it, huh? Housework?"

He says it sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. Pushing off the wall as he walks closer to you, clearly still drunk.

You scoff at his ignorant comment, but point your beer neck toward him, "Don't you come near me. I'm so fucking annoyed with you." Then tossing one of the pans into the sink. He grabs your arm and pulls you against him.

"What're you gonna do about it, princess?" He chuckles and looks down at you, smirking as he's clearly messing with you.

"You're drunk. Let go of me," you shrug him off and turn to start scrubbing at the pan. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against your back, his chin on your shoulder as he watches you clean the pan.

"But I don't wanna..." He says it in a pouty tone, acting like a brat on purpose to get a reaction out of you.

You scrub at the pan as you let him hold on. Pausing to drink your beer with a heavy sigh as it's set back down. Dropping the sponge. And without turning around, you stare blankly at the backsplash that you helped him pick out last month, "Was Riley there?"

He groans when you bring up Riley. Not wanting to admit that he was at the bar with her. Knowing that it'll make you even more pissed at him.

"Yea, she was." He admits it quietly, while his grip on your waist tightens. Not wanting you to turn around.

"Of course she was," you mumble as you start scrubbing the pan again. He sighs, hearing the irritation in your voice.

"C'mon, don't be mad. It was just for fun." He tries to defend himself, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and mumbling against your skin.

You huff, "How am I supposed to feel when you still hang out alone with the girl you used to fuck, Trev?"

He grits his teeth when you ask that. Clearly, he does not want to talk about it. "We're just friends. We've been over this." He mutters and tightens his grip even more. Now just holding you possessively.

"Yeah, I know. But you never have us hang out all together anymore," you rinse the pan, wash your hands, and let them fall to the edge of the countertop; Clenching tightly.

"Because you always act like this when she's around," He mutters. Moving his hands to grip your hips instead. Spinning you around so you're facing him now. He leans against the counter, trapping you between him and it. Looking down at you with a slight glare. You look into his blue eyes and just feel the anger and resentment. There's something dark about the way he looks at you now. You don't know when things started going downward. But he just started to shift away emotionally and it's severely affecting your relationship,

"She is just so handsy when she drinks and you just let her." You frown at him as he rolls his eyes at that. Not seeing the problem with it, sighs, his grip on your hips tightening a bit more.

"She's just a touchy person when she's drunk. That's all. It's not like she's doing anything to me," He mutters. His tone is dismissive, as if your feelings didn't matter in this situation.

"I just," you sigh. Feeling like you're not going to get through to him. You know the routine - He drinks, you bicker, you either fight or fuck, he forgets, he's super apologetic like a dog with its tail between its legs the next day, he drinks, repeat. "I mean, surely you could understand that I worry she doesn't know her limit when she's alone with you."

He sighs again. Growing annoyed at your concerns and how much you're worrying about something that he sees as insignificant.

"Babe," He groans and moves one of his hands to your chin. Tilting your head up to look at him. His expression was stern as he looked down at you. His grip on your chin is almost tight enough to bruise. "Stop worrying so much. Nothing is going to happen between me and her, I promise."

"Okay," you wince and grab his wrist. Pulling his hand away from your face. "Jesus, fuck. I hate how aggressive you get when you drink."

He looks slightly annoyed that you pulled his hand away. His grip on your hip tightened to a point where it was almost painful. "Then why do you keep pissing me off?" He grumbles, not really meaning it, but still being antagonistic from the alcohol in his system.

"I don't know, Trev!?" You give a firm but not harsh shove, as you move away from the counter. Not liking him cornering you like that. You scoop up your beer and walk through his studio apartment into the living room and onto the leather couch. "I feel like I don't even know you anymore."

He follows you, "What do you mean you don't know me anymore?" His tone is cold as he sits beside you, leaving a bit of space between.

"You-...you came home late one night a few weeks ago and you've just seemed off ever since," you furrow your brow as you gaze out of focus into the apartment. Trying to remember what may have happened to cause this change in him. He raises an eyebrow at that. A look of irritation on his face as he tries to also remember what you're talking about. He leans back against the couch and crosses his arms, his mind racing.

He finally speaks, "I've been off because you keep pestering me about stupid shit like work and what time I get home. That's why I seem 'off'."

"No. No, Trevor. That's not just it. You came back on edge that night. Like you did something bad and wrong. And I always thought you were seeing someone. Maybe Riley again. And you've just been distant..."

As you sip your beer with a sigh, Trevor clenched his jaw. He wasn't expecting you to bring that up again. He looks at you, his expression closed off as he processes what you say. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. His tone was cold and emotionless, "And you're accusing me of cheating on you again, huh?"

"Because I feel like I don't know you," You repeat. Slapping your hand to your side as you turn to him. Taking in his lack of expression. A dim light of the man you actually fell in love with. His handsome defined features are now stony. "You have been pushing me away."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes again, clearly not believing you. "I'm pushing you away because you're constantly accusing me of cheating on you, and it's pissing me off, princess." The nickname he uses sounds almost like an insult now. He clenches his jaw again, and you wonder if it could unhinge if he does that too often. The irritation is clear on his face as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Because you're never around?! And when you are, you're drunk! It's like you need to be away from me or under the influence when you're around." You huff, as you sneer over at him. Angry at yourself that your features are betraying you as they brim your eyes with tears.

He groans when he sees you getting teary-eyed. He hates when you cry, especially when it's because of him. "Oh, so I'm a bad boyfriend because I need a few drinks every now and then? You're so damn sensitive." Not wanting to admit that he does have a drinking problem and that it is starting to affect his relationship with you.

You shake your head and finish the beer. Getting up to retrieve another. "Happy Anniversary, Trev."

He watches you walk into the kitchen, "Ah yeah, forgot that was today," he says sarcastically.

You keep the fridge open, as you hide behind the door from Trevor. Letting some angry tears fall. Wiping at them harshly as you snag another beer bottle. "You're just further proving my point." You mumble, before letting the fridge door slam shut.

"And what point would that be, hm?" He grunts as he rises from the couch and stalks into the kitchen, stopping behind you to lean against the counter. "That I'm a bad boyfriend? Because I'm fully aware of that, sweetheart."

"Yes. Exactly. Something happened to you three weeks ago and you've been a really shitty boyfriend ever since," you snap, angrily facing him.

He raises an eyebrow before glaring down at you, "You really think I'm a shitty boyfriend because of a single night where I came home late?" Despite the night having affected him more than he wanted to admit, he feigns ignorance.

"No! That night changed you into becoming a shitty person," you shout, growing frustrated.

He steps closer, getting in your face and towering over you. "Watch your tone, princess." He growls. His expression turned into a scowl.

"No." You outstretch your arm to keep him at a distance. Manicured fingertips barely touching his toned chest, "You don't get to intimidate me. I'm done with this fucking toxic cycle!"

He grabs your wrist, his grip tight. He pulls you closer to him, leaving no space between your bodies. "Oh yeah? What're you going to do about it?" He asks in a challenging tone. Looking down at you with a smirk, enjoying this a bit too much.

You look up at him in terror before instinctively slamming the beer bottle onto the counter. Holding the jagged end toward him as you back up, "I'm done with the fighting and the aggressive sex. The darkness you bring with you into a room. You have been nothing but a storm cloud in your own life. You don't go to work, you just drink. You avoid. You destroy."

He looks at the broken bottle in your hand, eyes widening slightly at the action, before returning to their fixed cold glare on you. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe you should've thought of that before falling in love with me, huh?" His tone was almost cruel as he held his gaze. Not intimidated at all by you or the broken glass.

You feel your back hit the wall as you whimper slightly. Yet, you keep your stare hardened and determined. Sick of the emotional abuse that you've been suffering through for the past few weeks. Knowing in your gut something happened to your once loving boyfriend that fateful night.

"I loved your old self. The Trevor I fell in love with would've never made me question that he would've ever laid a hand on me. Unlike the version of you standing in front of me now." My hand holding the bottle was shaking.

Trevor notices the shaking hand, a bit of amusement in his eyes, as he steps closer again. Closing the distance between you. He places a hand on the wall next to your head, trapping you against the wall with his body.

"Oh really?" He asks in a mocking tone, a smirk gracing his lips. "You're sure you still love the old me? Not even the version of me that you see now?"

You shake your head, "No. Because I'm not sure there's an ounce of him left in you. You have been so abusive. I don't even feel loved by you anymore," your lip is uncontrollably wobbling. "We don't make love as much as we used to. It's all aggressive and hard and punishing. You hit, and scratch, and I claw to get away from you."

Trevor raises an eyebrow at your words. His smirk widens slightly as he looks at you with a mix of disbelief and amusement. He leans in close to your ear, his voice low and mocking as he speaks, "Oh? And who's fault is that? Who's the one who gets me drunk and then expects me to not be a little rough with you?"

"I don't want you drinking!? You've just used it to cope or numb something. Baby, I want to help you. But you have to help me. This isn't you." You try fighting the tears, but they trickle down as you plead to him.

He scoffs at your words. Moving his face away from your ear and looks down at you with a cold expression. "Help me? Help me with what? You can't help me, princess. No one can."

His tone is harsh and dismissive as if he truly believed that there was nothing that could be done to fix him or the mess he's in.

"But there is something that happened?! I can try." you whimper. "Please baby, just talk to me."

You place a shaking hand on his cheek. His expression softened slightly. He stays silent for a moment. Debating whether or not to tell you what happened that night, three weeks ago.

He sighs, the fight leaving his body as he leans into your touch. The coldness in his eyes fades as he looks at you.

"Please, Trevy," you whisper. A thumb caressing his skin.

He sighs again and closes his eyes. The nickname causes a pang of guilt to go through his chest. He was still a little drunk, but the softness in your touch and the tone of your voice was making him vulnerable again. Something that he recently hated being. But, he knows deep within his soul that he should be taking care of you.

He leans into your touch more, his head dropping down onto your shoulder as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Silent; he just rests there.

"Okay, maybe not tonight. Maybe let's go to bed, yeah?" You whisper. Your hand moves to card through his hair. Feeling your heart clench as he finally shows you a minuscule glimpse of a gentle reaction.

He lets out a shaky exhale against your neck as your fingers move. The sensation was soothing him in a way that he didn't know he needed. He stays like that for a moment, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him as he clings to you like a lifeline.

"I love you so much, Trevor. I want to be there for you. I'm here for you." Your hands continue to gently scrape at his scalp. Feeling him slacken into your touch. You push off the wall and slumped over, now cuddly man toward his bed.

He allows you to guide him. You sit him on the bed and help him remove his pants and shirt. You catch the tired smirk on his lips, while his eyes remain closed. Only catching them peeking open as he sleepily watches you move around the room while taking care of him. He lets you help him lie down, and you place a garbage can by his side of the bed.

"Bedtime, baby. We'll talk tomorrow."

He grabs your wrist as you try to pull away, "Stay with me." He mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper as he tugs you down onto the bed with him. You oblige as you let him pull you. Having changed into one of his t-shirts while puttering about the apartment.

You curl into him and appreciate the warmth his body provides. You bury your face in his chest and let out a deep sigh. He immediately wraps his arms around you. Pulling you flush against his chest and holding you close to him. Burying his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, and letting it calm him further. He's silent for a moment before speaking again, his voice still quiet and hoarse,

"I'm sorry."

"I know," I hum, as I press a soft kiss to his chest.

He shivers slightly. Arms tightening around you like you're the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

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Eventually, you feel Trevor's breathing even out. You roll over in his arms, and he unconsciously pulls you closer, staring out into the dark apartment. Wide awake after the events of tonight.

The darkness plays tricks with the shadowy furniture, as you glance around the room. Your mind races as the overthinking kicks in. What did he do three weeks ago? What happened to him? He came back almost the exact way he's been acting now. Just so much more aggressive, all softness scrubbed out of his body. This is the first time in a long time that you feel like you actually cracked him a bit.

His face is buried in your neck again, breathing steady and soft. Your eyes flick to his phone lighting up in his jeans pocket. Illuminating the section of the room like a spotlight. You hesitate but then move carefully to get up.

Trevor lets out a small noise of disapproval when you move, his arms searching for you in his sleep and finding nothing. He grumbles as he rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow and remaining fast asleep.

You breathe a sigh of relief when he stops fussing and take out his phone. Lowering the screen brightness before seeing the message. From Riley, asking him if he made it home safely.

You worry at your lip before unlocking the phone and texting her.

'Yes. But it's Diana. I'm concerned about him. Can we talk?'

The phone buzzes with a response almost immediately, 'sure. we can talk now if you want.' And she asks if you're able to talk privately.

'Ye can we meet at that 24/7 diner at the corner of ferry street??' You start pulling on a pair of Trevor's sweatpants and zip-up as you wait for her response.

Riley texts back a 'sure thing,' and tells you she'll meet you there in a few minutes. Quickly, you put Trevor's phone back and slip a pair of boots on before quietly leaving the apartment. Heading out of the complex, and over a few blocks to the diner.

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You arrive at the diner, noticing the back of Riley's curly hair sitting in the booth in the corner. This place is mostly empty. She waves you over when she sees you walk in, you spare a glance at the clock on the wall and note that it's almost 4am.

Her expression is filled with concern as she watches you approach.

"Hi Riley," you smile softly, before sitting down opposite her in the booth. Taking in how tired she looked. "I'm sorry for keeping you up."

She waves her hand dismissively, her eyes studying you closely as she takes in your appearance. "Don't worry about it, Diana. I was awake anyway."

She lets out a small sigh and leans back in her seat, a tired look in her eyes, "so, what's up with Trevor?"

You fiddle with your fingers nervously on the table, "Y-you're his friend. Have you noticed he's been acting different?"

Riley nods in agreement, "Yeah you're not the only one who has noticed that. He's been really different. I've tried talking to him about it, but he just shuts me down and changes the subject every time."

You worry at your lip and then look at her, "Was he with you? Three weeks ago?"

Riley looks at you for a moment, her eyes widening slightly as she realizes what you're asking. She hesitates for a moment, clearly conflicted about whether or not to tell you the truth. She lets out a sigh and nods slowly.

Your brow furrows as you feel your heart drop. Eyes falling to your hands and sliding them off the table, "Yeah, he was with me three weeks ago."

"Were you guys like...sleeping together?"

Riley's eyes comically widen even more at your question. She quickly shakes her head, a look of horror on her face. "No! God, no. We weren't sleeping together." She says firmly. Clearly taken aback by the suggestion.

Your eyes dart up and you sit back in your seat. "Oh! Oh. I'm so sorry, I just know you guys have a history and I've only just started being really paranoid."

You shake your head, but Riley lets out a soft sigh as she releases a bit. Understanding where you were coming from.

"I get why you would've thought that though. But we're friends. Nothing more, I swear."

"Thanks. I believe you," you nod. "What were you guys doing that night then?"

Riley looks down at the table for a moment, hesitating again before answering.

"He was having a rough night. And I let him stay over at my place for a while to get his mind off of things." She says, keeping her answer vague. Not wanting to tell you the details of that night.

"Did he tell you what happened? Please, he won't tell me anything. But I feel like he came home almost possessed that night and just hasn't been the same since." Desperation and worry lacing your words.

Riley sighs again, her expression filled with sympathy as she sees the desperation in your eyes, "He was, really messed up that night. I tried talking to him about it but he didn't tell me anything. All he said was that he did something stupid."

She pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to continue. You look to her, silently pleading that she does.

"He was just so full of guilt and regret when he showed up at my place. I've never seen him like that before. He wouldn't even look me in the eyes. It was like he couldn't bear to face me."

"Did he say why?" You ask breathlessly. "I'm sorry, I just want to understand so I can know if I can help him in any way."

Riley shakes her head, messy curls bouncing. A look of frustration on her face, "He didn't give me details. He just kept saying 'I did something terrible' and 'I don't deserve her.'"

Her expression softens slightly, "He really loves you, you know..."

Your lip wobbles, feeling like you've hit a dead end. Nodding halfheartedly, "I just don't get it."

"I know it's hard."

"I mean," you sigh. "I think deep down that he wouldn't cheat. At least the Trevor I knew for a good chunk of our relationship wouldn't. And if that's the Trevor that went out that night, then how awful was the circumstance that he put himself into?"

Riley squeezes your hand reassuringly, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know you trust him. And I know he wouldn't cheat. But whatever he did that night, it really messed him up. I've never seen him so self-destructive before."

You can't help your worried tears as you hastily wipe them away with the sleeve of the hoodie. Breathing in his familiar cologne. "Did he like, mention anything else that may have not made sense? Like he didn't hint at anything he got himself into?"

Riley shakes her head again, "He didn't say anything else. Just drank himself stupid and cried. Pretty closed off. Ok, well, I guess he did say one more thing though..."

You peek up with piqued interest. Riley's expression grows serious, "he mentioned a 'lament' and that he didn't deserve you. That he was a monster for what he's done and you should hate him."

"What?" Riley nods slowly. Eyes locked in on yours as she sees the shock and disbelief. Your brows furrow again, as your mind spirals. Lament? And if not cheating then what else?

Riley watches as your mind clearly starts racing. A look of worry on her face as she could practically see the gears turning.

"Don't. Don't over think it, Diana," She says softly, gently squeezing your hand again.

"I don't think that's possible. I worry so much for him."

"I know you do. But you're not going to figure out what happened by stressing yourself out. It's not good for you."

You nod and almost ignore her concern as you ask your follow-up question, "What do you guys talk about when you're together?"

Riley raises an eyebrow at the question, caught off guard by it, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, again, I trust and know that there's nothing funny going on between you guys. You're friends. Always shooting the shit and catching each other up on life, from what I've seen. What have you guys been chatting about lately? Any plans? Did he talk about anything in the past few weeks before that night?"

Riley's question becomes more thoughtful as she processes the question, "Well, we haven't really been talking much recently. Things have been a bit tense between us since that night. He kind of sulks and drinks and keeps me as a drinking buddy. But I think around the time of the incident, he mentioned going out to meet up with some old friends."

"Anything else?"

"We didn't really talk for long. He seemed distracted the whole time. And I didn't want to pry or make him uncomfortable."

You squeeze her hand and smile at her gratefully, "Okay. Ok, thank you for sitting through my interrogation," you tease.

Riley chuckles and rolls her eyes, "It wasn't one! I understand why you're asking, you know. I'd probably be just as confused and worried if I were in your positon right now."

"Thank you. It just isn't sitting right with me," I release her hand and look at the clock. "I've kept you. You need some sleep, I bet."

Riley looks to the clock and realizes how late it is. "Yeah, you're probably right. I have work in the morning." She looks back to you concerned, "Are you gonna be okay, Diana?"

"I will be once he is, probably." You admit, "But, I wanted to say I'm sorry if I ever have been bitchy to you or have come off cold when we have all hung out. I really appreciate you being in his life, and I genuinely hope to get to know you more." You smile softly.

Riley's heart warms at your sincerity. "It's okay, I get it. And there's no need to apologize. I know you're going through a lot right now. And I would like to get a beer with you guys, we'll need to figure out a time when you're not in the mood to kick my ass for hanging out with your boyfriend."

"No, I trust your word. There will be no skepticism seeping from me again," you promise with a bigger smile. "But just no hands on the upper thighs. Everywhere else, above the belt, is at the legal limit," you tease.

Riley bursts out laughing at your comment. A light blush crept on her cheeks, "I promise I'll keep my hands to myself, don't worry." She says giggling a bit.

"We all get that way when drinking, I don't blame you, girl." You giggle a bit and feel a wave of comfort and happiness wash over you - Having the feeling of being shut into a dark corner for some time in these past few weeks.

Riley smiles warmly, feeling a sense of camaraderie between you. "Exactly, and I know I can be a bit touchy when I'm drunk...But I can't help it. Trevor is just so touchable, ya know?"

You smirk, "He really is! He works that body to perfection. Hard not to poke at those muscles."

Riley nods, "Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure it's physically impossible not to want to touch those muscles. They're so defined, I could just drool over them for hours."

You laugh and nudge her playfully, "Alright, relax!"

"I'm just being honest! Haven't you seen the way he looks without the shirt on?"

You smirk to yourself. Nibbling on your lip a little as you think of all the times you've walked into his apartment after he's worked out, or got out of the shower, in the shower with him, on top of him, underneath him. He had an amazing physique that can be appreciated by all. But you get to see and feel it at all of his most intimate angles. And while Riley may share similar experiences with you, you can feel in your gut that she is no threat.

Riley can't help but notice the way your eyes glaze over slightly as you think of Trevor. She smirks at the sight, clearly amused.

With your mind focused on Trevor, your lips falter as you begin to worry about him. Your mind falls back on how much he has shut down. You spare Riley a weak smile before lightly tapping the table, "Right. I'm gonna motor. We'll keep in touch, yeah? I'll snag your number from him. Good Night, Riley!"

Riley smiles softly as she notices your expression falter again, her playful demeanor lessening. "Yeah, of course. Get some rest, Diana. You look like you need it."

"You too. Stay safe and well." You bid her farewell as you leave the diner. Briskly walking back to Trevor's apartment complex and letting yourself in with your key.

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The apartment is dark and quiet. The only sounds are the low hum of the air conditioning and soft snores coming from the bed. Trevor is still asleep.

You breathe shakily, grateful that he’s still asleep. And before you think better of it, you’re back on his phone. Scrolling through text messages. He only has a couple of group chats, and single chats to search through. He doesn’t really keep up conversations or talk to a whole lot of people.

You find a group chat that showed the last message was received the night things went to shit. It was a message confirming a meeting point.

The group chat seems to consist of a few unknown numbers. There are only a few messages in the chat. You scroll through the messages, looking for any clues or hints as to what he was doing that night.

An unknown number was texting about a burglary they were planning. - ‘Big score.’ - There was dropped a pin to an address. - Trevor confirmed he ‘was in.’ - Is this what they got up to that night? Was he a part of a robbery? Did he kill someone? Did someone do something to him? Instinctively, you look at his sleeping form.

Then your eyes flick back to stare at the text messages for a moment longer, your heart racing in your chest. You’re not sure what to think. The thought of Trevor being involved in a robbery is shocking and unnerving. And you can’t help but notice the lack of details about what actually happened that night

As you look at his sleeping form, you feel a mix of emotions. You’re worried about him but also hurt and confused by his actions. You don’t want to believe that he would do something like this, but the evidence is right in front of you. But that still doesn't answer the glaring questions.

After a beat, you glance at the clock and a sigh of resignation, locking the phone. That’s enough detective work for the night, Nancy Drew, you mentally chide. You put his phone back and shed the boots, hoodie, and sweatpants, and crawl back into bed with Trevor.

Trevor stirs slightly, his eyes fluttering open just a bit.

“Babe…?” He mumbles sleepily, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“Sorry, baby. I just got back from the bathroom. Didn’t mean to disturb you.” You whisper, kissing his arm as you settle in.

Trevor hums softly at the press of your lips to his arm, and his grip on you tightens slightly. He mumbles something incoherent, his eyes still half closed as he pulls you flush against his chest.

You let his breathing guide you into sleep. Comforted just knowing he’s here, providing you warmth and not pushing you away. You fall asleep for only a few hours but soak in the moments of tranquility. Ready to tackle this mystery tomorrow.

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So who was gonna tell me the Surface is Real, huh? Who.

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Where are you from?? What....what are you??? ....God?

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Nah turns out she's my best friend though.

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Hey btw, If I kill a god does that make me one? Is there like. Rules for this? Asking for a friend. (Like seriously. I don't care. He does.)

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Today's Fact: Did you know Trains are the reason New Hyrule has Standardized Time Zones? As citizens needed to know when to get to a train station, the council lobbied for standardized time that could be applied precisely for travel by train! The entire modern perception of time is because of the Train!

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Thanks, I hate it. Lets go back to living by the sun rise and set.

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??? We've always had standard time zones??? What are you talking about. Trains didn't invent that.

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...they literally did. I re-researched this to double check. What are YOU talking about?

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Time zones? Like. The era of Legend, the Golden era, bullfish like that?

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... you can swear you know? I'm 12 not a baby.

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you're HOW OLD? I thought you were a Royal Engineer???

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12? It's in my bio?

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I love you but get the hell off of this website why are you here

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Can we go back to the weirdo who thinks Time Zones are HISTORICAL PERIODS?

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Haha yea total weirdo, what, are they like 400 years old or something? Lol

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Actually I wanna get back to why a 12 year old has a job

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Hey anybody willing to lend me bail money? I'm short like 10 rupees and it's really annoying.

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Wait shit wrong account! Wrong account!!

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Why do you have access to a hyper-famous Zora Band's account??

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Their lead guitarist died in front of me and I am very nice. Now get me out of jail goatman.

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#hi #i saw a cool bird today #the camera was left on selfie mode so it only got a picture of me squinting at it #the bird noticed the flash and it pecked me until I fell out of the tree #straight into a malice puddle #the bird was pretty tho #so I say my day went great!

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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

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Link. This is not what I told you to post.

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Well EXUSe ME if my boundaries look different than yours!!

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Hey pulled the Four Sword again so we need help figuring out who gets to run the blog lol.

Thanks everybody

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Lol this loser doesn't know how to make sideblogs

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The poll says "Who gets to be Link on MAIN" though, so maybe they do? They just wanna have one person in charge of the first blog?

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The path to truth is unity. Many voices can be heard within one "main".

-The Diety

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...ignore him, I've made him a sideblog and he refuses to use it.

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Hey wait no let him come back, he's the only smart person I've ever heard

-Green (?)

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I am going to kill you.

#we have all agreed to not utilize this blog until the poll is complete #so shut up green

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where's my happily ever after?

pairing : childe x reader genre : fluff to angst summary : he was your everything, and so you thought you were his too. a/n : this is basically just a vent fic

read pt.2 : reader’s letter for childe

"promise i'll take you to the lantern rite" he smiled. you blush a bit at his statement as you hit his side jokingly "yea right, you better keep that promise ajax" he chuckles "you can always count on me princess"

"fuck off you're cringe" you complained and push him from your side. "what can i say? i'm a charmer" he walks back to your side with a dashing grin "yea right" you replied.

it was a breezy afternoon in bishui plain, a perfect day to take a peaceful walk to clear your mind. but as you were walking peacefully you see a silhouette of a man gliding from behind

"fancy seeing you here" you turn around to face childe. as he walks towards you silently, when he's almost by your side, you turn your body to continue your walk again but stop when you see the sight from the side of your eyes.

childe is kneeling down on one knee, hands stretched, holding a couple of beautiful qixing flower. seeing that, you blush, hard. and you could see that childe is also blushing as he lets out a laugh

you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, too shocked to speak. childe then stands up and regain his composure, he hands you the flowers and starts to walk towards the plains, you catching up to him.

"found them on the top of some hill, thought i could pick some up for you" he shrugs, you stare at the flowers in awe, tints of red could still be seen in your cheeks. "uh, thanks i guess?" "you are very welcome" he gave you his signature wink and grin.

the both of you then enjoy the rest of the walk in silence and sat down together near the city to watch the sunset.

"have you heard? childe's dating the traveler" xiangling, who's sitting with you said out of the blue

that caught you off guard and you look up to her, eyes widened "what?" "yeah, i heard her talking to paimon about it a while ago" you were baffled. i mean, just yesterday he knelt down in front of you, handing you flowers, just yesterday you spent your afternoon with him watching the sunset. and now he's dating the traveler?

no amount of word could express how you feel right now. sad? shocked? ashamed? betrayed? angry? you don't even know, they're circling inside you, wanting to explode.

xiangling who was oblivious of the fact that you have deep feelings for the eleventh fatui harbinger just continue to talk, yet you pay no mind to any of her words. you stood up and politely excuse yourself to her.

as you walk towards your home you can't help but let your tears fall, the scenery is beautiful, the moon high up in the sky, shinning brightly with clouds covering a part of it, the birds flying in the sky and the sound of fishes in the pond. it's the perfect night, just not for you.

you walk and walk by yourself as you drown yourself with thoughts and tears.

the next morning, you woke up from your restless night and you decide to take a breath in the hills, but guess it's just your lucky day for as soon as you teleported to the top of wuwang hill you see childe there, he turn around to see you and looked just as shocked.

not ready to talk to him yet, you averts your gaze to the grass and walk towards the empty spot near him, you don't want it to seem obvious you know about him and traveler but at the same time you still needed space to clear your mind, so you just stay quiet.

"hey, you good? you looked like you haven't sleep in ages" childe tries to spark up a conversation "yeah, didn't sleep at all." you replied shortly.

childe tries a couple of new topics but you shut down all of them, sensing that you want some time by yourself, he left you alone. "you seem like you need space, i'll excuse myself then" he pats your shoulder and left.

you sat on the grass and tears starts falling again, call it dramatic but the feeling of heartbreak just never hit you this hard. he's your first love and first heart break. you've always prepare yourself for any heartbreak that'll come to you, yet this just seem to have hit you a lot harder than what you'd expect.

days passed and you could see that childe is also drifting away from you. what seemed like a couple of greetings turns into stares, and hatred towards each other.

just when you're ready to be friend him again, childe makes it obvious that he didn't want anything to do with you anymore.

"ajax, didn't expect to see you here" childe turns to you "yeah? didn't expect to see you here too" he reply shortly and not long after that he left to meet the traveler.

you see how childe went towards traveler and starts laughing together, walking further away from you. you let out a chuckle "so we’re not going to the lantern rite you promised me huh?” you say to no one in particular

apparently this is how it ends, and you thought he’d be more then just a chapter. what a blessing it is to meet ajax, and such a curse loving him.

[sillygoose067]

Charles’s Angel(s)

Ch. 44

Charles Leclerc x Reader

The summer heat was beginning to get to you, and you decided to don a pair of palazzo pants and a crop top as you got dressed for your boyfriend’s day out at the golf country club with his friends. Golf really was never your thing, and honestly, it wasn’t Charles’ favorite either, but hey, it made for a good excuse to spend time with friends and family.  

Charles steps out of your shared bedroom in a pristine cream polo and a pair of khaki shorts, his favorite sunglasses hanging from the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “Y/n?”

You turn toward him as you finish gulping down your glass of water. “Ready to go?”

He nods and moves to grab the keys from the bowl on the counter. 

"Wait,"  you stop him. Rushing into the bedroom, you return with your favorite sunscreen. Charles stands still as you apply it all over his face, knowing better than to mess with you and your essential skin-caring steps. "Okay,"  you breathe. “All done. Now we can go.”

…

Arriving at the venue, you’re immediately greeted by a crowd of photographers and fans. They’d somehow managed to track down the drivers’ whereabouts– Again. Oh well, not much you could do about it now.  

Charles gently grabs your hands and helps you out of his car, pressing his lips to your knuckles in a show of open affection, giving the crowd something to watch and making you blush. Some of the girls in the crowd “oohed” and “aahed” and swooned at the action. 

 Carlos greets you at the entrance of the golfing grounds, Rebecca on his arm. She pulls you off your own boyfriend’s arm and tugs you toward where Kika is seated, a quaint little corner overlooking the grounds where you’d be able to watch over the boys. 

Grabbing one of the refreshing drinks set on the little table, you go to take a sip, when suddenly, you’re cut off by the ever-peppy Kika.

 “Soooooo, how are things going with Loverboy?” You sputter on your drinks, patting yourself on the head a couple of times out of habit.  

“Whatever do you mean?” you smirk back at her playfully. “I should be asking you girls the same thing. I’ve been seeing a lot of things on socials.” 

Now it’s their turn to blush.  

“Damn, you really didn’t have to throw that on us like that,"  replies Kika. She and Becca share about how their men have been making sure to give them the princess treatment, and you exhale internally—whew, that was a quick save. You didn't need them to know how you’d gotten railed seven days to Sunday.

…

“Hey Y/n, I’m going on an influencer trip in a few weeks to promote one of the brands that sends me their products. You want to come with?” Kika asks you out of the blue, pulling you out of the trance you’d been in watching Charles play golf.  

“Me? Oh, I couldn’t possibly.” 

“C’moooon, please? Pierre can’t come with me, and Becca here has another shooting. I don’t want to go alone; it gets so boring, and all I can do is talk to all the other people there who try WAY too hard to get famous. It’s honestly really annoying. Please come? All the expenses are already going to be taken care of, and it’ll be fun.” 

You bite your lip in contemplation. “But I’m not even,"  you gesture to yourself and then to her. “Like, you’re hot. I’m not like you. They probably would just kick me out and think I’m a stalker or something.”

 “Who’s not hot?” you hear from behind you, the voice sounding an awful lot like your boyfriend.  

“Y/N here says she’s not attractive enough to go on an influencer trip I want her to join me on,"  sniffs Kika disapprovingly.  

“She’ll go.” 

“I– I will?” 

Charles glares at you pointedly. “Yes.” 

“Oh. Why?”

 “Because I’m going to talk some sense into you when we get home.” 

You let out a breath and turned to Kika and Becca, who have been watching the exchange with interest. “Well, I guess I’m going then?”

 Pierre’s girlfriend squeals as she squeezes tightly. “Yay! Okay, I’ll send you all the details as soon as we get out of this heat.”

 Rebecca huffs from the side. “Yeah, I don’t know who decided it was a good idea to play an outdoor sport in this heat.”

 Both you and Francisca turn to her and glare. “Okay, maybe I DO know. But sometimes, I really question that man’s brain and why I agree to these kinds of things.”

The three of you giggle at that. “Cheers to that.”

[weixuldo]

Unconditionally Epilogue (pt 2)

Anakin X Reader

a/n: This is the complete end to unconditionally, i’ve been putting off finishing part two but i really just got into it these past few days (nostalgia is a weird thing haha) but i hope you enjoy and i want to thank you all again- i wouldn’t have ever continued to write if you guys hadn’t supported me in the first place- so thank you so much :)

10 years later...

It’s a busy week at the Skywalker household: the twins are turning 18 and you and Anakin are celebrating your 10th anniversary

Warnings: cursing, kids, nudity, no sex but implied, mention of injury and car accidents.

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“Maker!! This is for me?” Leia exclaimed happily when the two of you handed her the smooth car fob. 

“It's all yours princess” Anakin smiled as he went in to hug her. 

“We wanted to send you off to college with a more reliable car; we also got you a bunch of accessories and stickers for the inside, they’re in the living room. I think you’ll really like them” you added. 

She hugged you next, “Thank you so much!”.

“Thank you daddy”  she said, walking towards the sleek auto infront of her.

“Yea. thanks ‘daddy’,” Han teased before going off to join his ecstatic girlfriend.

Anakin’s smile turned to an annoyed scowl; that smug son of a bitch was gonna get it some day, but as of now Anakin refrained from violence.

“I don't know about that Solo kid, he might end up six feet under with me holding the shovel someday” Anakin half joked, half actually meant. 

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes playfully, “as if you weren't a cocky son of a bitch when we first met”

He gave you a smug look with his brow raised.

“You know it's true, “Mr. Skywalker’” you smirked at the formal title you hadn't used in years. 

He huffed out a laugh and pulled you into his side, returning the smile. 

By the car, Leia raved to her boyfriend about the interior and he happily listened with a huge grin (he knew he’d be driving them on dates in it in the near future). 

Luke popped out of the garage with a smile and his safety goggles crookedly laid in his fluffy hair.

“Finally!” he exclaimed, “mom and dad have had me keeping your present in the garage for two weeks now! About time you got it”.

Leia turned to her brother, “you knew?!”.

“Of course I did, I helped pick it out- I got you the newest model with the best safety features. Cant have my sister going to college in a hunk-a-junk” he joked. 

A wide smile plastered itself on Leia's face as she rushed to embrace her brother. 

“I’m so glad you like it honey” you said, hugging her once more.

“And now that your brother finally stepped out of his cave, we can give you your gift,” Anakin said, turning to his son.

All of you walked back into the house and Anakin pulled out a plain white envelope.

“So, I know your sister’s gift is actually useful right now, but I’m sure you'll be very pleased with yours”, Anakin said as he handed the slip to his son.

Luke was confused but happily opened the envelope. You watched his blue eyes scan over the words and once it all clicked, he leapt up from the bar stool he was on. 

“No way! No fucking way!” he exclaimed, making Han and his sister laugh. 

Anakin shook his head with a smile. 

“What is it?” Leia asked, but before you could answer her, Luke practically tackled you in a giant hug. 

You smiled and embraced him warmly before he left to do the same to Anakin (a little gentler). 

“Thank you thank you!!” he said, clenching the paper. 

“Luke, what is it?” Leia asked again.

“They got me that old camaro that's been sitting in watto’s scrap yard. I’ve been wanting to fix that old thing up for years!” he grinned like a kid who just got told they were going to disney world. 

“There's more at the bottom,” you said with a smile. 

Luke shouted again, “NO WAY!”.

“What now?” Leia said, playfully rolling her eyes at her easily excitable brother. 

“Mom and dad got me a pass for next year’s car show- I’ll fix up the camaro and enter it!”. 

“That’s amazing Luke! You’ve wanted to be in one for forever!” 

He smiled and thanked the two of you once more. 

After the excitement of the gifts both of the twins went their separate ways to see their new presents; Leia went to test her car and Han helped Luke bring the other car over to the house. 

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“Be good for your sister and brother, alright baby?” you said as you hugged Rey close.

You and Anakin’s anniversary was tomorrow so you were leaving for the islands today. Anakin rolled the rest of the luggage into the back of his car before coming back to say goodbyes.

“I will mommy” Rey smiled proudly.

“That’s my girl” Anakin said, walking in from the garage.

“Daddy!” Rey exclaimed, reaching her arms up for Anakin.

He bent down to hug her tight and kissed her head, “Hey Pumpkin, we’ll be back in a week, alright?”.

Rey nodded her head before asking her brother to pick her up. He obliged as you, Anakin and Leia gave your parting hugs.

Next, Luke handed Rey over to Leia so he could hug you two goodbye.

“Have fun kids, we love you and will see you next tuesday” you smiled and waved as you headed for the car.

“make good choices- if I come home to a-“

“don’t worry daddy, i’ll keep these two idiots in line” Leia laughed as she pointed behind her at Han and Luke.

“ok- call if you need anything- love you!”

“of course! Miss you already” the twins smiled before going back into the house.

Once you and Anakin were buckled in, you squeezed his bicep with a wide grin.

“Someone’s excited” he laughed before kissing your forehead.

“You have no idea”

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You arrived at your villa and flopped onto the large bed as Anakin put some of your luggage by the dresser on the other side of the room.

It was one that overlooked a private cove and came with pretty much every special amenity you could ask for (full working juice bar, hot tub, complimentary spa, embroidered towels, personalized rooms, you name it!).

“My love, come here” you called, patting the space beside you.

The smile lines in the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkled as the corners of his mouth turned upward, “alright angel”. 

He joined you and kissed you on the temple before asking what you wanted to show him. 

You dug around in your bag and pulled out a photo album you had made for your anniversary. 

“Happy anniversary, Ani,” you smiled. 

He looked at the square book and his eyes softened, “Is this for me?”.

You giggled, “who else would it be for silly?”. 

Your heart skipped when his mechanical hands brushed over yours as he took the book from you; even after ten years he still made you feel like a giddy teen. 

“Holy shit” he exclaimed as he opened the book, “Where’d you dig this one up from?”.

The first photo was a candid photo from your wedding; you were sitting in Anakin’s lap with your arms around his neck as he looked at you adoringly. 

“Rex actually took that one, he showed it to me when I went over there to pick Rey up from her playdate”.

“Maker, we look young- Well, you still look like this… I just look old” he joked. 

You kissed his temple, “no you don’t! You’re just well loved” you smiled. 

“That’s what you’d say to someone who looks old!” he exaggerated. 

You set the book up chronologically so that things from your college days when you first started working for him were at the beginning.

On the next page was a copy of the first check you ever got from him (obviously it was illegal to copy checks- but you weren’t actually going to use it).

His signature was much smoother back when he actually could sign with his hands. 

He eyed the page filled with small mementos from your early days together with a smile, “I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff” he said as he ran his mechanical fingers over the valet ticket stub from your first date.

“What can I say, I’m sentimental” you smiled, kissing his cheek. 

As the pages continued he watched his younger self become more and more happy with each turn. You really did light up his life.

There were photos of you and the twins playing, candid photos of him, ones that you took with him after long nights of love making… Everything was right here. 

“Hah! Look at that” he exclaimed as he came across some hand turkeys and swans you had taught the kids to make the first thanksgiving you were with them. 

“I used to find those damn things everywhere!”. 

He squinted once he reached the next page, there was a gray text message bubble cut out at the top of the page.

I should be home a bit earlier today, maybe we can watch that movie you’ve been talking about. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The last text you sent me before you got into your accident” you said, squeezing his upper arm softly. 

The next page had a picture of his completely totaled car as well as the first few photos you had of him when he was in a coma. It wasn’t pretty, but it was a part of him- a part of your journey together.

“Fuck, I forgot just how bad the car looked…” he said as he scanned the photo. 

His black Audi’s front was completely crushed and it barely looked like a car with the amount of dents and scrapes it’s body had collected.

You still weren’t completely sure what happened that day for it to have been so fatal. And Anakin barely remembered anything from the accident up to a few weeks after. 

“Maker- and me!” he said, diverting his analytic gaze to the glossy photos of his broken body lying in the ICU.

You nodded as he continued turning- the next few pages were his recovery period in the hospital; his first picture awake, his first with Ben and Satine, first with Ahsoka, his first with you, and his first with the twins. 

Looking back at the pictures made you really see how far he’d come- there was a time when the doctors didn’t think he would make it. 

Soon the pictures’ settings began to shift out of the hospital and into the house; his first time back home and other pictures from that christmas (there weren't many photos from the period you and him went through a rough patch, only one or two that Ben had lying around).

The next picture of everyone was at your college graduation; all smiles. 

You remembered your graduation like it was yesterday; it was the tail end of your rough patch with Anakin and he was the last person you expected to see in the sea of people. Your massive smile in the photo showcased just how happy you were to see him again. 

“You looked so good in that dress, Angel '' he cooed, nuzzling into your neck to steal a quick bite. 

“haha - stop!” you giggled, lightly pushing him away. 

“You still have it?” he asked jokingly with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes, “...yes”.

His smirk grew into a lopsided grin, “I think you should wear it for me when we get back”. 

“HAH! Ani, I don’t even know if it still fits me?!”

He set the book in his lap and squeezed his mechanical hands around your waist making you squeal. 

“Ani! That tickles!” 

“Yea, i’d say you’d still fit- well maybe not this” he smiled grabbing the fat of your ass. 

“Ani!” you scolded.

All he could do was laugh, “What princess? I never said I didn’t like it- You know I love your ass”.

You swatted his hands away with a laugh- “Stop it! Finish looking at the book” you giggled. 

He turned his attention back to the album. The next few pages were covered in your wedding photos; a close up on his face when he saw you walk down the aisle, your face when he stood after saying his vows and a nice still photo of your first dance. 

“This was the best night of my life,” Anakin said with a reminiscent smile. 

“Me too, Ani”. 

The next photos were of his return to work, your pregnancy announcement, Rey’s birth, the twins’ first school dance, and other family milestones. 

There was a section near the end full of pictures of the kids; “first day of school” pics, vacation pics, and other moments where they were just being themselves.  

Finally the last page was the most recent picture of the two of you; it was at a rooftop bar for a gala his company hosted, he was dressed in a nice suit and you wore an off-the-shoulder gown- the photo was a candid Ben had taken of the two of you kissing after Anakin made his speech. 

He closed the book lightly and placed it on the end table beside the bed before turning to you with glassy eyes. 

“Y/n Skywalker, I love you more than anything on this earth- you are absolutely perfect” he said pulling you into his lap (which you gladly obliged). 

“Thank you” he said into your hair as he hugged you close. 

You tossed your arms around his neck and held on tightly, “I love you too, Anakin ''.

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 Anakin’s gift to you was much more extravagant than yours to him, but the whole time he kept apologizing for his not being able to compare to yours (and you knew he meant it). 

He took you to one of the nicest restaurants on the island and then took you to the aquarium for part of your present. You were always a big fan of conservation and the oceans, so he donated a large sum to have a portion of the local reef named after you.

“Ani, this is amazing! Thank you so much!” you grinned ear to ear as you ran your fingers over the golden plaque with your name on it. 

He shyly cast his gaze away from yours, “It really doesn’t compare to yours- you’ve just always been the better gift giver”. 

You shook your head and grabbed his hands, “no, no Ani! I absolutely love this- and they’ll make sure to watch over the reef right?”.

He nodded with a smile, “Yes, my love. This section is under protection and will now be being sustained and cleaned by certified locals so that it will continue to thrive”.

You hugged him, “Thank you, I love it”.

“Of course. Angel”

The two of you walked hand in hand through the dark aquarium (Anakin had it completely reserved for tonight for just the two of you). 

Walking through the tunnel of brightly colored fish never failed to mesmerize you; their fluid motions, the shapes and sizes, you loved it.

Anakin watched your expressions change adoringly; after all these years, after becoming a mother, after becoming an influential and respected figure you could always find wonder in the smallest things. 

He loved that about you.

You did what he never could, you showed him how to be happy and how to push through the toughest times. That's why he knew you were perfect for him. 

After a few stolen kisses under the watery biomes, Anakin had a driver take you back to the villa.

Anakin began a warm bath for you in the fancy whirlpool tub; he opened the sunhatch, tuned on soft lights, added flower petals and some sweet fragrance. 

Once he entered the bedroom again, you had gotten undressed and were only wearing one of the new silk robes he got you and a smile.

“Hey Ani” you said with a small wave.

Like a moth to a flame, he walked towards you. 

“Hello, my love” he said with his low voice as he placed his mechanical hands on your hips, drawing you closer. 

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him gently, “I think you should join me in the bath”.

When you leaned back he cocked his head to the side with a smirk, “Oh, should I now?” 

He played with a strand of your hair that you must have missed when you twisted it up. You nodded and began to take his suit coat off.

He chuckled at your determination and allowed you to help him undress; his body hadn’t seemed to change too drastically but there were some definite differences. 

He was more muscular than he was the first years after the accident but still wasn’t at the shape he was when you met him.

He was still slim but he collected some extra fat around his love handles; his crows feet and smile lines were more prominent, but in a way they made him more endearing. 

His scars had mostly all faded but every once in a while would flare up. As for his limbs, they all healed pretty well and his prosthetics were regularly updated. 

He was still just Anakin though… your Ani. 

“I think you’re ready” you said after placing a tender kiss on his bicep. 

His robotic digits danced around the hem of your robe until he pulled the loosely tied bow around your waist; the robe cascaded softly around your feet, leaving you bare. 

Anakin’s eyes admired your body and he sucked in a breath. 

“And now you are too”.

He was not the only one who’s body changed; after having Rey, you gained some light weight and stretch marks, your breasts had grown larger and you seemed to have a bit more fat on your ass (not that Anakin minded at all). 

You too had collected some smile lines but you had no problem with them. If you ever felt bad about your body, Anakin swatted those thoughts away really quick.

He always made you feel like the only girl in the world.

With a loving smile you led him into the large bathroom and helped him sit on the side of the tub before disassembling him. He always preferred legs first because he liked to hold onto you as long as he could.

At this point in life there was no part of him you hadn’t seen and no part of you that he hadn’t seen- so he was much less shy about having you help him.

Once everything was off you helped him into the tub; he sighed at the warm water caressing his body, you couldn’t wait to join him. 

You stretched once more and entered the tub gracefully. Before long you were lying against Anakin’s chest with a content smile- this was the best anniversary yet. 

Out of habit you fidgeted with the gold chain around your neck- you and Anakin had amassed several important dates since you first got each other the pendants. 

Anakin’s had your, the kids, and his first wife’s birthdays on them as well as the date of his accident and your wedding. And yours had Anakin’s, and the kids birthdays as well as your graduation date/when he proposed and your wedding day.

After all these years, after all you had been through together- you couldn’t ask for a better lover.

Only the stars knew that the mousy college student you were and the cold mannered businessman Anakin was, would eventually make it work.

You couldn’t be more thankful- and as you sat happily in Anakin’s embrace, you told him what you always did, 

“I love you so much Anakin…unconditionally”

***

a/n: so now it’s completely finished 🥲 i’ll miss this story but im also glad to have it finished :) i hope the epilogue chapters were enjoyable for u guys!! i tried to tie in the original trilogy and sequels a bit :) now we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming haha

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so my darling pt.1

Pairing: Seonghwa x f!reader

Genre/tropes: fluff JUST FLUFF, teasing

T/W: cussing a teensy bit, innuendo

Words: ~2k

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You nervously brushed your palms down the front of your gown one more time before walking into the dorms where your boyfriend lived. You hadn’t had many occasions in your life to wear anything like it, and you had never shown off quite so much of your skin or the lines of your body before either. You did feel beautiful as soon as you had tried on the powder blue silk thing, of course, but that had been in the privacy of a dressing room and then that of your own apartment when you had been getting ready. Now that people were about to see you in something so different from what you usually wore, the nerves were pumping your heart that much faster.

Seonghwa had told you that the door was left unlocked for you to just walk in, but seeing the chaos that was happening across the living space suddenly made sense as to why that was. The living space that was the center of everyone’s rooms was in complete disarray. There were discarded clothes absolutely everywhere- a tie over the back of the couch, buttons strewn across the counter where someone had clearly been unsuccessful at sewing one onto a wrinkled shirt, coats and their hangers over the backs of chairs, and even socks of a dubious patten over the tv. Before your eyes could even adjust to all the mess (Seonghwa was going to have a fit), your ears were assaulted by the sounds of the guys yelling.

“Ya, Kim Hongjoon, did you take my silver rings?” Wooyoung’s screeching always took a minute to adjust to.

“DID YOU JUST TALK DOWN TO HYUNG?” San piped back.

“Oh, shit. He did just talk down to hyung.” Honestly, Yeosang was so soft spoken, you barely heard him add shit to the pot.

“Oh my fucking god, Wooyoung, talk down to me one more time, I swear I’ll leave you here.”

“You can’t do that! Manager hyung likes me the best- I can’t miss his wedding!”

“If you’re not ready in five minutes, hyung, you will have to.” Jongho’s voice was the only relaxed one you could pick out of the bunch.

“Has anyone seen my cufflinks?” You smiled, Yunho and his cufflinks- he had been talking about how excited he was to finally use them for ages.

“Mingi, for the last time, you are not wearing those cheap plastic princess earrings to a formal event.” The voice you had been wanting to hear from all day spoke.

“Aw, but I want to look pretty.”

You had been following the voices to one of the bedrooms where everyone was crowded, finishing up getting ready.

“And you do,” came the huffed response of your boyfriend.

“Same,” you answered at the same time.

Seonghwa looked up from where he was standing in front of the mirror, struggling with his tie to make eye contact with you through the mirror. His eyes widened before he whirled around, the flimsy knot he had managed falling apart immediately.

A small smile played at your lips but before you could greet anybody, let alone your boyfriend, the rest of the guys swarmed you.

“NOONA! SO PRETTY!” San was the first to hug you.

“Yeah, way prettier than Mingi, for sure.” Yeosang smirked at you.

“I can’t deny that.” Mingi’s pout was going to kill you, for sure.

“Ah, hi Y/N. You look so gorgeous!” Hongjoong greeted you while being quick to sweep to your side and push San and Wooyoung off from crushing your dress.

“I don’t think we can let you go to the wedding, Noona,” Yunho teased. “The bride will hate you.”

“Yea, for outshining her,” Mingi added.

You blushed and could only manage to say, “Stop it, you guys,” before Wooyoung interrupted everyone.

“Noona, tell Hongjoong hyung to give me back my rings.”

“Ignore him, Y/N. Only you and I clearly understand fashion, and I will not be sacrificing my look for his. Finders keepers!”

“Ignore all of them actually, noona,” Jongho added.

You laughed along with them. “Aw, stop fighting! You guys all look so cute! I love your little bowties!”

“It is fun to be matching, isn’t it?” San added with such vehemence, but when you looked at him, he was staring at Seonghwa intensely.

You looked at Seonghwa who was hanging back from the group, a faintly stunned expression on his face. When he noticed your gaze on him, he shook his head slightly, before turning to reply to San and shaking his tie at him.

“It’s not my fault you can all manage to tie a damn bowtie on yourselves but can’t do me!”

San pouted back at him, while everyone else muttered “Eh,” “Ah, well,” and “It’s the angle, hyung!”

“I can do you.” You said it quietly, but everyone turned to look at you.

At the blush starting to stain Seonghwa’s cheeks, you realized what you had said came out wrong.

“I MEAN, I can do it ON YOU! I mean, the bowtie, of course.”

You did not like the shit-eating grin on Hongjoong’s, Jongho’s, or Wooyoung’s face one bit. Yoesong looking pleasantly flustered only made you more flustered.

You continued babbling, “You said do me, so I said I could, but I MEANT THE TIE OBVIOUSLY.”

“Sure, sure, noona. We know what you meant,” Yunho said.

Everyone started shuffling out of the room. San patted you on the shoulder as he brushed by you, “Have at it, noona. Do him.”

"Yea, do him REAL GOOD." You were going to strangle Wooyoung one day.

You turned to smack him as he danced out of your reach, shutting the door behind him.

You turned back to Seonghwa, face burning. You both waited a beat before you could hear loud laughter from outside and cat calls.

Seonghwa grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him and into the room. “Ignore them,” he rolled his eyes.

You smiled back at him, when you suddenly realized that you were finally alone with your boyfriend in his room. Wearing this dress. Your nerves came fluttering back and settled in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and made to smooth your palms down the front of your dress again, before Seonghwa caught them in both of his and smiled at you softly and knowingly.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was just a whisper across your cheek before his lips followed and pressed there. Your blush came back in full force, and you looked deeply into his beautiful brown eyes, seeing the absolute honesty and adoration there, quieting all your insecurities.

“Thank you. You look incredibly handsome if I do say so myself,” you cheesed back, poking his side.

“Thank you, baby. I’d believe you if it wasn’t for this damn tie. I’ve watched like 10 YouTube videos, trying to get it right.”

You slipped the silk from his grasp. “Leave it to me.” You had tied one too many a tie for your father, so it was like second nature to you.

Except, suddenly it wasn’t. You stepped even closer to Seonghwa in order to do his bowtie. The tension between your bodies felt electric and made it hard for you to focus. He was also too tall, as you had left your heels out at the entrance of the apartment. You struggled and reached up on your toes to get the silk around his neck, but it was impossible to do anything further without your legs cramping and your arms getting tired. Thus, you tugged the tie down as you went back to the balls of your feet, trying to get him to wordlessly accommodate himself to your level. He let out a surprised breath of air at the delicate manhandling, and at the shift in posture, his hands came up to hold your waist. Your eyes met his for a moment, and the intensity in his gaze had you warming up everywhere. You quickly dropped your gaze down to the tie you were supposed to be tying. Your fingers deftly turned the silk this way and that, but they suddenly slipped when Seonghwa’s thumbs began to rub at your skin gently through the thin material. You could feel his smirk more than you could see it, and he was definitely enjoying all the deep colors your face was probably turning right now.

Without looking back up at his eyes, you said under your breath, “You better behave.” Your finger slipped over the knot again.

His head bent to place a kiss behind your ear. Your breath hitched and you lost hold of the tie altogether. “Or what?”

“I.. will-” His lips were teasing a slow path across your jaw. Your hands were on his lapel. Where did that damn tie go?

“You will..?” He whispered in between kisses.

“I swear, Seonghwa, I’ll..”

His lips finished his path and hovered above yours. “You’ll still do me?”

You exhaled harshly and pushed at his chest. He leaned back, eyes alight with mischief. Your heart stuttered at the sight of his smile though; it was so sweet, that even though he was teasing you, you wanted to keep letting him- just to keep that smile on his face.

You huffed in mock annoyance. When had your hands rested on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around you, puling you flush against him?

You decided to fight fire with fire. “Only if you’re a good boy.” You raised one brow at him, pleased to see his smirk freeze in shock and his eyes widen.

The shock only lasted a second before he was hurriedly lowering his lips to yours. Banging on the door interrupted you both before they could meet.

“NOOOOOONA!” Wooyoung sang falsetto through the door, before his screech ended in a surprised “oof.” Jongho’s laugh could be heard retreating from the door after having successfully landed a punch on the former.

“I don’t wanna walk in on you doing him, Y/N, but we’re leaving now. I sincerely hope you guys are finished.”

You groaned. This joke was never going to die. Then your eyes widened at what he said. The tie still wasn’t done. You quickly pulled out of Seonghwa’s grasp, ignoring him making his boba eyes at you doing so, and leaned down to find the tie where it had fallen from your hands.

“Don’t just stand there, Hwa! And do not make that face at me. Help me find it!”

He sighed and crouched down, quickly finding it, before grasping you by the arm and pulling you both up.

“Here, do it fast.” He pushed the silk into your hands.

You glared at him suspiciously, wondering if there was a double entendre in his words or the guys were just driving you crazy, and he laughed, caught. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I won’t distract you anymore! See.” And with that, he closed his eyes and stood perfectly still.

You smiled at his antics and made quick work of the bowtie. When you finished, you stepped back, but he remained still and hunched down.

You smirked before reaching forward and placing the quickest peck on his lips. Two could play at the teasing game. His eyes flew open but before he could really catch you and give you a proper kiss, the door slammed open.

“AHH, MY EYES!”

“Mingi, we weren’t even doing anything!” The irritation in Seonghwa’s voice was clear.

“I see you did him, noona. Good job.” San peeked over Mingi’s shoulder, appraising the tie.

“Oh, she did him good?”

“Looks like it.”

“Damn, I didn’t even do me as good.”

“Same, I wish she did me, too.”

You smacked everyone upside the head as you walked out of the room, Seonghwa following right behind, glaring daggers with his eyes.

With you putting your heels back on (you did not miss the way Seonghwa’s eyes followed the movement of your hands doing the silk blue straps up your ankle), everyone was finally ready for the wedding.

[beneathsakurashade]

why did my favorite game turn into a dating sim? twst x gen reader (crack fic) CH: 3 Am I (20 gen) the bad guy for burning water?

CH:1 CH: 2

After agreeing on going to McMousalds with your new pookie Riddle for your first date.  You need three things,

1. money

2. dinero

3. お金

    Because there was no way you in hell that you were going to ask Mrs. Rosehearts for money, especially not for fast food.  So that’s why you’re now in Crowley’s office watching as the man in the crow mask nods along to your desperate pleas.  “Ah, young love, very well Mx. Y/N!  In my graciousness, I shall lend you some money.  Alas, it is not much, but it shall suit your needs”.  He summons a short stack of cash on the desk.  You grab the stack like you’ve never set eyes on cash before, and thank your oh so gracious Headmage before securing your money in your pockets and running out of his office to your room.  Entering your room you hide your cash in your dresser, and pull out your notebook.  The notebook that you stole from a table in the Heartslabyul lounge, someone left a perfectly good notebook on an empty table, and it wasn’t stealing if you were gonna use it…right?  Well enough about wondering who would miss their notebook, you opened it to the first page to see your list.

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 <𝟹𝟹

[_] - 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢

[_] - 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

[_] - 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

[_] - 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝

[_] - 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚞’𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃!!!)

    Okay so maybe the last thing wasn’t very important in theory, but it was important to you, and lucky for you.  The blue twin-tailed virtual idol was right beside you, in all of her plushie that you-won-from-an-arcade-that-totally-didn’t-cost-you-fifteen-bucks- glory.  For some reason that you couldn’t figure out, the night you arrived here Cater (a ginger haired instagram Magicam user junior who was definitely into his classmate Trey, you could sense it).  Brought her to you, you remembered it like it was yesterday (it was actually two days ago but your dementia is setting in-) he knocked on Riddle and your shared room door and you opened it to see a student that Riddle had talked about holding the oh so familiar Miku plushie.  “Hiya! You must be Riddle’s new partner! Hope you’re up to the job, you’re prob wondering ‘Who’s this cute stranger?’  And while I’m sure that our Housewarden has given you all the deets about me, I’m Cater Diamond, Heartslabyul junior! -he hands you Miku- This little thing was found by a student near where you came here, so the Headmage assumed that it’s yours”.  You nod and thank him “Yea, she’s mine, I can’t believe that she’s the only thing that followed me here…guess she really is the number one princess in the world…” you smile nervously “Wait, does that mean you’re phoneless?” Cater gasps, and you’re not sure why he just acted like an Apple user when you tell them that you don’t use Android, but you’re stuck with a Disney Princess phone from the late 2010’s.  

    “I have to take you to get a new phone, there’s this super fresh place that I know that sells phones for cheap!” He smiles and you think stop…there’s no Squid Sisters reference there, STOP IT! Before nodding “Gotcha, I’ll probably take you up on that Cater”.  He checks the time and sighs “Welp, it’s almost curfew, can’t have Riddle catching any of us out after it.  Hope to see you soon!” You smile and wave as he leaves.  You flash back to the present and  sit down on a chair, scooting next to your desk, checking off the Money box and turn to your plushie, staring her in the eyes.  You could’ve sworn you saw the faintest gleam in her stitched eyes before you check off the Miku’s Blessing box.  Now you just need three things, a fancy outfit, and an alert, because McMousalds doesn’t take reservations.  

    You ponder where and how to acquire a fancy outfit, the stores would probably be far too out of your budget, maybe there was a student here who liked to design outfits?  Preferably for around $30?  You sigh at your poor prospects, and grab a bit of your cash, leaving your room with a dream and a low budget.  You leave your shared room and think to yourself about how you’ve never had time to actually explore Heartslabyul, and as you wander through the many halls and staircases.  You feel more akin to Alice in Wonderland than yourself.  Well, considering Heartslabyul’s history that wouldn’t be too far off… Like a child you find yourself drawn to the comforting smell of something baking.  A cake perhaps?  Or a dozen cookies?  You walk into the dorm’s kitchen and see a tall student, short green hair and yellow eyes hidden behind glasses, dressed in the Heartslabyul uniform, whom you recognized as Trey.  You already knew about Trey Clover, but he never seemed particularly interesting, he was a simple guy from a family of bakers you had a friend who loved him though.  "Hi...um...Trey right?" you say quietly, watching as he reads a recipe.  He turns around and smiles at you "Yup, that's me.  You're Y/N right?  It's great to finally meet you, sorry I couldn't meet you earlier, my family needed me back home for a few days".  You smile "It's alright, and yea.  I was wondering...where can I buy a nice outfit for cheap?" Trey pauses and looks away from the recipe, "Nice outfit for cheap...I have a friend who might be able to help you".

    What Trey didn't mention about his friend was that his friend was Vil Schoenheit.  A literal celebrity.  How and why the actual fuck did you keep meeting pretty people?  Wait...you could use these connections...hehe.  Wait, no, you have to get that outfit, don't get distracted.  You sit across from Vil in Pomefiore's lounge, fidgeting nervously with your fingers as the blonde, purple-eyed celebrity stares at you with disdain.  A friend of yours who had no idea what Twisted Wonderland was, called the Pomefiore trio, Vil, Rook, and Epel the Plastics.  Which was quite funny you had to admit.  But what isn't funny is this perfect faced, stunning guy staring you up and down like you're some roach that he came across on the sidewalk.  "This.  This is all that you can afford for your outfit? Thirty thaumarks?  How in the Sevens do you expect to impress your date?  Are you going to eat at a fast food place at the corner of the street as well?" he scoffs, practically offended that you brought such a measly amount in his presence.  "My bad, I wasn't expecting Crowley to be so fucking cheap- you pause as he glares at you and mutters something about what crude language- so flipping cheap, that he only gave me thirty for an outfit.  Also uh...no, we're going to a very nice place...trust".  Vil bites back a remark and sighs "Very well then, I'll buy you an outfit.  Consider it one of my gifts for your future wedding".  The two of you rise from your seats and you smile excitedly "Ohh am I gonna get some Gucci?  Or maybe some Prada?  Shi-I mean shoot, maybe even some Dior..." he shoots you a glare "Do not push it Y/N... How I pity Riddle".  The two of you walk to the front of the school, "Are we gonna have a Disney channel movie style makeover?" you say excited "I have no idea what that is".  He responds, muttering something about feeling like a mother with an overly hyper child.

    You two arrive at a store stocked with luxury brands that you don't recognize, the cheapest item that you can find is a couple hundred thaumarks.  You walk around the store while Vil shops and discusses things with the employees.  You stare curiously at the wallets, until you're tugged away to a dressing room by Vil.  Cue the trying outfits montage.  You leave the store in around two hours as your total adds up to a total of thirty thaumarks.  Holding your bags full of clothes, you say "How did you manage to get all this for thirty thaumarks?" he responds "Simple, my father and I frequent that store.  So the employees curry to our favor.  Also, I consider getting you that outfit my good deed for today".  You blank "that sound's like it's supposed to offend me in some way...".

    You text Riddle while you're in your room prepping for the date. 

my pookie ❤️

Y/N is online

Y/N: yooooo wsg?

Riddle is online

Riddle: Hello, pardon me, but what is 'wsg'?

Y/N: whats good 😌

Riddle: I see, well, I am doing well. Thank you for asking.

Y/N: np <33

Riddle: Np?

Y/N: it means no problem ^^

Riddle: Oh, thank you.

Y/N: yea, anyways, i've got a fit for our date. i'm boutta be all dripped out. on skibidi 😌

Riddle: I'm not even going to attempt to translate that.

Y/N: iykyk

Riddle: ?

Y/N: if u know u know >:D

Riddle: Oh :o

Y/N: omg chat Riddle finally learned how to use emoticons 😨

Riddle: Cater showed me a few :).

Y/N: my boy is learning so fast, i'm so proud 😭✋

Riddle: Thank you?

Y/N: anyways i gtg, so ttyl pookie be ready by uh...5:30 p.m. >:3

Riddle: Alright, I shall be ready by that time :D.

Y/N: luv u <333

Riddle: ...

Y/N: did i say smthn wrong? 😭

Riddle: No... but, thank you

Riddle has gone offline

Y/N: tf just happened? 😭

Y/N has gone offline

    You wonder what you said to make him go offline so suddenly.  You tell all your friends that you love them, what made him suddenly leave?  Was it that no one ever said they loved him?  That was probably it... in any case you were all ready for your date.  The time was five o'clock, so that gave you time to kill, as you were already dressed in your outfit.  The anticipation was killing you. 

A/N: heyaa everyonee, here's the latest chapter, guys i promise the date scene is coming soon. KY is still going under some revisions, so i made this chapter a little longer as a present for u all <33. chat, i love riddle sm he's so cuteee (づ_ど). also help me plz, my sis is making me listen to every stray kids song 😭🙏

here's the miku plushie image, or like, u can imagine whatever Miku plushie u want idrc lol

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey loves! I would love if you could possibly write a dinner and bath time one? Like a nice Night in

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the request! I'm sorry I didn't write it before, I have a lots of request. Thank you for being patient toward me! ❤️

I really hope you like how I turned your request!

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : tired little reader, comfort, cuddles, snuggles, kisses, pet names,

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you so lucky to have them both just for you. They spend their time taking care of you <3

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"Open wide, little one"

You open your mouth and watch your Daddy bringing the food toward your mouth. You close your lips on the spoon and close your eyes at the delicious taste of your soup.

"Is it good, princess ?" your Papa asks, eating the soup across the table. You nod your head as you swallow "eally goot, Papa" you say and he smiles "thank you, sweetie"

Your Papa loves making soup. He tried different soups and he does it himself. You always waited for him to finish so you could try it, you waited beside him while he cooks and sometimes he even lets you help him.

You don't know what he did it with this time but it's your favorite!

"You had a good day today, sweetness ?" your Papa asks and you nod, today was your day off and while your Daddies had to work, you had the chance to sleep this morning. You didn't really did anything, you just went at the mall a little because you wanted to buy a dress for your birthday but beside that, you were at home, in your pyjama

"I found a dress" you say after swallowing "she blue" you say looking at your Papa with a smile. His face break into a smile when he hears that. You turn toward your Daddy now "and my shoes are grey"

He smiles and kisses your little nose "i'm sure you're the most beautiful girl who ever wore a dress"

You giggle and nod "I was very pretty in the mirror" you say making them laugh "i'm sure you were!"

You always try to wear blue and grey when there's important event. You always want to look like your Daddies. You wear blue because of your Papa, you saw picture of him who were took a long long time ago, and you see him in the news with his super blue clothes.

You choose grey because of your Daddy's arm. You know he can be insecure about that, you heard conversation of your Daddies where your Daddy was stressing about showing his arm or hurting you when he was holding you. You want to show him that you love his arm

"How about we finish dinner, Daddy helps you with your bath while I clean the kitchen and then you can show us your outfit. Does that sounds good for you, princess ?" your Papa asks before taking a sip of his soup.

You smile and nod "oh yea!" your Daddy chuckles "okay okay but you have to eat first" he brings the spoon back toward your lips. He knows that if you're too excited, you won't eat and that's not the goal.

Once you finish eating, your Daddy makes sure you don't want anything else like water or another bowl of soup and when you tell him that you're finish, he helps you down on your feet and take your hand

He leads you upstairs and waits with you at each steps of the stairs. You jump steps by steps and he makes sure to have a good hold on you incase you trip and fall. It won't ever happen under his watch.

You ended up finishing the walk in his arms because the puppy eyes always get him. He sits you on the sink and start running hot water in the bathtub. He turns back toward you "arms up, please" he gently orders

You do as you're told and your Daddy slides your shirt out of your upper body. He then removes your sockets and puts you back on your feet to remove your pants "what flavor of bubble do you want tonight, baby ?" he asks as you steps out of your pants

"lavender, please" you sweetly ask and he nods "perfect choice" he winks. He sits you back down on the sink and grabs the bubbles you wanted. He puts it in the water who's filling the bathtub and then leads you toward the toilet

You sit on it and your Daddy kneels before you, his hands stroking your knees. Your Daddies always make you go in the toilet before your bath, just incase.

Once you're finish, he helps you entering in the bath and you sigh in contentement. While you play with the bubbles, your Daddy prepares your body soap, your shampoo and your conditioner.

He lets you play for a little while and even plays with you. He puts bubbles on your nose when you splash him and you grab his face to bring it closer to you so you can put bubbles on his noise with yours

Your Papa could hear the giggles and laughters who errupts from the bathroom.

"do you want to start with washing your hair or your body ?" your Daddy asks as he slides his fingers down your hair. You watch the bubbles on your hands as you think about it

"m' hai pwease" you ask.

He grabs your shampoo and you sigh in contentement because you know the better part is coming. He starts to massage your head and you close your eyes. Your Daddies know how much you love when they do that, wether it's while washing your hair or when you're laying on their laps and they just do that. It always helps to relax you.

"is it good, babygirl ?" your Daddy's quiet voice asks. You hum in answer as he takes his sweet times to wash your hair. He keeps giving your head a massage when he rinses the shampoo and when he puts the conditioner on you.

He grabs the body soap and starts by washing your arms, one by one. He runs his hands up and down your chest and back as your conditioner rests on your hair. He then asks you to lie back against the bathtub as he grabs one of your legs. He strokes each parts of your legs and feet with his palms and fingers to be sure to not miss a spot. And does the same with the other.

He rinses your body with water and his hand and then tilts your head back to rinses your conditionner. All the while, you kept your eyes closed. You miss your Daddy smiling cutely at you when giggled because he was soaping your armpits or your toes.

"all done, babydoll" he kisses your temple and you slowly open your eyes. You peer up at him and watch his smile forming on his lips when he smiles at you "do you want to play again a little or do you want to come out and get ready for bed ?" he asks stroking his thumb on your temple.

"Bed" you mumble sleepy. He knews you would've been sleepy after your bath, you always are. The hot water combined with your scalp massage and body stroke always fatigue you so it's not a surprise.

He lifts you out of the bathtub and immediately wraps a towel around you. The last thing he want is for you to catch a cold. He doesn't lose a time and puts your warm pyjama on your tired body as you held his shoulders to support you.

"you still want your bottle or do you want to go to bed right away ?" he asks as he rests you on his hip. You lie your head against his shoulder and put your thumb in your mouth "bobble" you mumble. Your Daddy grabs Bucksie and your paci before making his way downstairs.

He replaces your thumb with the paci and drops a sweet kiss on the top of your wet head.

When he comes downstairs, Steve just finished preparing your bottle and he happily takes you in his arms. They both go sit on the couch and you lie your head in your Papa's elbow and your feet are on your Daddy's laps

"here, little princess" your Papa whispers as he gives you your bottle "take it nice and slow" he rubs your bare little belly and hold the bottle with the other while your Daddy strokes your feet.

They both watch you getting sleepier the more you drink your bottle and are soon putting you to bed, sandwiched between the two of them