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Weird Little Critter - Chapter 4: Transitions, Part 1

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You may have noticed this is a "part one". Well, @elishevart and I were working on Chapter 4, and then realized partway through we'd have to split it into two. And by the time we finished, we realized we'd have to split it into three. So keep an eye out for the next two chapters!

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              “You’re making pancakes wrong,” Stan said to Angie.  Angie pointed the spatula at him.

              “You don’t get to have an opinion on this.  You ain’t cooked a single meal since ya moved in.”

              “Yeah, ‘cause I don’t know how to cook anything except for breakfast!”

              “The pancakes ‘re perfectly fine!” Angie snapped, gesturing to the stack cooling on a plate on the counter.  Stan picked up the mason jar full of dried crickets Angie kept by the stove.

              “You put bugs in them!”

              “Only in Stanford’s!”

              Ford tuned out Stan and Angie’s bickering as he chewed his final bite of cricket chip pancakes.  He idly played with the new blue streak in his hair and sighed. 

              Now that Stan had officially moved in and wanted input on how things were run in the house, he was constantly butting heads with Angie. It seemed like the only time they weren’t arguing was when they were sleeping. Though Ford walked past Angie’s room the night before. She talked in her sleep almost every night, but last night, her sleeptalking had been a rehashing of an argument she’d had with Stan earlier that day.

              The phone rang.  Ford swallowed the last of his breakfast and stood up.

              “I’ll answer that,” he said to Stan and Angie.  Whether they heard him or not was up in the air.  He sighed and walked into the living room.  He picked up the phone.  “This is Stanford Pines.”

              “Oh, hello, Mr. Pines,” said a voice Ford recognized.  “This is Dr. Roberts from the Gravity Falls Pet Clinic.  Is Angie there?  We got the last of the results for Tubbs.”  Ford closed his eyes.

              Fantastic.  He leaned against the wall.

              “Angie and I share ownership of Tubbs,” he said.  “You can tell me the results and I’ll pass it on to her.”

              “Really?  Let me check here…”  There was some rustling.  “Yes, your name is on the paperwork as well.  All right, I can tell you.  Everything on his bloodwork seemed normal, other than a strange high amount of silver, which could cause some neurological issues.  When we drew some more blood during the appointment to remove his cast, however, the silver was gone.”

              “I see…” Ford mumbled.

              Silver, huh?  Perhaps that could be related to why I took so long to return to human form.

              “The x-ray looked fine other than his broken leg.  On the ultrasound, though, we found something interesting,” the vet continued.  Ford straightened, suddenly curious.  “Tubbs was sexed as male, and he does have testes.  However, he also has ovaries.”  Ford’s jaw dropped.

              “What?!” he shouted.  The bickering from the kitchen stopped.

              “Don’t worry, he’s fine.  It’s surprisingly common for amphibians to have both male and female reproductive organs.”

              “Will- is- can he-” Ford stammered.  He was too terrified of the answer for the question to fully leave his mouth.  However, the vet understood what he was unintentionally dancing around.

              “I suspect that he could both fertilize eggs and lay fertilized eggs himself,” the vet said.  Ford slumped against the wall.  “I won’t know for sure without running some more tests.”

              “There’s no need for that,” Ford said, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “Though…can I come by to pick up some printouts of the test results?”

              “Of course!  Bring some ID so that we can verify your identity.”

              The security at the vet is higher than some doctor’s offices I’ve been to.

              “Understood,” Ford said.

              “Great!  We’ll see you in a bit when you come to get the results, then!”

              “Yes.”  Ford hung up the phone.  Someone cleared their throat.  Ford looked over.  Angie and Stan stood in the entryway that led to the kitchen, watching him curiously.

              “What was that about?” Stan asked.

              “Oh, uh, the doctor called with the results of my medical tests.”

              “You mean the vet called,” Stan said.  Angie elbowed him roughly.  Stan winced.  He looked down at her with a scowl.  “You’re so bony it’s like you fucking stabbed me!”

              “Oh, hush,” Angie snapped.  She turned to Ford.  “Did they have some concerns?  The way ya shouted, it sounded like ya were spooked by somethin’.”

              “No, not really,” Ford said quickly.  Judging by the expressions on Stan and Angie’s faces, they didn’t buy it.  “Apparently my bloodwork showed significant levels of silver.  That was what took me by surprise.  I suspect that may be the reason I was unable to return to human form for so long.”  Stan still didn’t look convinced, but the doubt on Angie’s face faded somewhat.  “I’m going to go to the office to pick up the test results to look them over myself.”

              “You might be able to find somethin’ related to bein’ stuck fer days as a salamander,” Angie said.  Ford nodded, seizing the lie.  “Be polite to the folks at the vet, okay?  They don’t know any of what yer goin’ through, so lashin’ out at ‘em would be completely pointless.”

              “Of course,” Ford said firmly.  “I understand that.”

              “Good.”

              “Hey, uh, while you’re out and about,” Stan said cheerfully, “maybe pick up some chocolate chips?  That way Angie can make some decent pancakes?”  Angie elbowed him again.  “Oof!”  Ford grabbed the keys to the pickup.

              “I’ll see what I can do,” he said dryly.

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              The clock on the oven declared that it was past midnight.  Ford rifled through the pages of Tubbs’s medical results under the soft yellow glow of the kitchen light.  When he arrived at the vet, they had happily handed everything over to him, even taking the time to annotate the results, labeling structures on the x-ray and ultrasound, pointing out what levels were healthy for the various analytes in his bloodwork.

              I didn’t expect to need their notes, but I clearly overestimated my ability to read medical results.  Ford frowned at one of the ultrasound images.  I would have no idea what I was looking at if they hadn’t labeled it.

              “Yer up late,” a soft voice said.  Ford jerked in surprise, one of the ultrasound pictures falling to the floor.  The speaker, Angie, walked over and picked it up.  Ford’s heart began to race.

              “Well, uh, I could say the same about you,” he managed weakly.  “I thought you went to bed hours ago.”

              “I did. I got up to get a glass of water.”

              “Ah.”  Ford held out a hand.  “Don’t let my late night studying delay you.”  His heart sank.  Angie wasn’t giving him the page.  She was looking down at it with a small frown.  “Angie, that is my private medical information.”

              “Is this why ya got so worked up durin’ the phone call earlier?” she asked quietly.  “And why you were actin’ a bit off the rest of the day?”

              “I- I don’t know what you’re-” Ford stammered.  Angie placed the page on the table, image up.  Painfully visible red marker circled and labeled “Ovaries” and “Testes” on the picture.

              “It ain’t uncommon fer this sort of thing to happen in what we call ‘lower vertebrates’,” Angie said.  “Amphibians are included in that group.  Though I mostly hear ‘bout it in frogs, rather than salamanders.”

              “By ‘this sort of thing’, you mean…”

              “Havin’ both ovaries and testes,” Angie said flatly.  Ford closed his eyes.  “This ain’t somethin’ to be ashamed of!”

              “How?” Ford snapped.  “How could I not be ashamed?”

              “Look.”  Angie sat at the table across from Ford.  “This happens!  In humans!  Non-cursed humans!  I learned ‘bout it in school.  Durin’ egg production, sperm production, fertilization, gestation, sometimes development goes left when it was s’pposed to go right.  Folks wind up with reproductive systems or- or sex hormones outside the norm.”  Angie smiled.  “It’s just another way of bein’.”

              “I suppose you would have a less negative viewpoint of this, given where you’re from,” Ford muttered.  Angie’s smile faded.

              “What’s that s’pposed to mean?”

              “Abnormalities and disorders are common in isolated rural communities.”  A shadow crossed Angie’s face.

              “That was uncalled for,” she said in a low tone.  “All’s I’m doin’ is tryin’ to comfort ya!”

              “Maybe I don’t want comfort!”

              “You want to wallow?”

              “Perhaps,” Ford said tartly, fully aware that he was purposefully being contrary at this point.

              “Lord above.”  Angie rubbed her eyes wearily.  “This don’t change anything.  It ain’t like ya were plannin’ on reproducin’ in yer cute salamander form anyways.”

              “What about my human form?” Ford asked.  Angie frowned at him.  “The axolotl I spoke to at the pet store told me even when I appear human, I’m still an amphibian.  Does that mean I-”  Ford swallowed.  He hugged his sides, choking out the words with difficulty. “Does that mean I have ovaries right now?” he croaked weakly.  Angie stared at him.  After a moment, she sighed.

              “I don’t know.”  She leaned back in her chair.  “And…I know ya don’t want to hear this, but it’s a possibility, so I have to get it out there.  You never had an ultrasound ‘fore ya got cursed.  It’s possible you’ve always been like this and didn’t know.”

              “Yes,” Ford said quietly.  “That is a very real possibility.  Polydactyly sometimes is tied to genetic disorders, after all.  My doctor tested me for everything he could think of when I was a child.  But it’s possible something was missed.”

              “That- I weren’t tryin’ to tie it to yer polydactyly,” Angie said, sounding impatient.  “I told ya, folks what have no symptoms can discover their reproductive systems developed in a weird way durin’ a routine exam or puberty or when they’re strugglin’ to have children.”  Ford nodded.  “The way I see this sit’ation is that we ain’t quite reached the bridge we need to cross yet.”

              “What do you mean?”

              “Like I said, this don’t change anything,” Angie said.  Her tone had eased from irritated to gentle.  “If ya start, I don’t know, developin’ breasts or experiencin’ weird hormonal swings, we’ll deal with it then.  If ya want to have a child with someone and are strugglin’ to conceive, we’ll deal with it then.  Those are the bridges we’ll cross.  But we ain’t reached ‘em.”  Ford let Angie’s words sink in for a few moments.  He nodded slowly.

              “You are correct.  We have new data, but nothing it can be used for yet.” He slumped on the table, resting his head on his arm as he idly picked up another note. 

              “Exactly.”  Angie yawned, politely covering her mouth while it was open.  “And I know how ya work, so please don’t try to sneak somewhere with an ultrasound to get yourself checked out in human form.  Ya won’t be able to operate the dang thing right and I’ll just have to bail ya out of jail.”  Ford managed a small smile.

              “Noted.”  Angie yawned again.  “Angie, you look exhausted.”

              “It’s the middle of the night.”

              “Yes, but you’ve been looking tired in the middle of the day as well,” Ford pushed.  Angie shrugged.  “I think you may be slipping into bad habits and pushing yourself too hard.”  Angie rolled her eyes as he closed his own.  “I recognize it is slightly hypocritical of me.”

              “It is,” Angie said.  She shifted in her seat and looked away.  “But…I have been feelin’ a bit like a cub scout den mother tryin’ to manage both you and Stan.”

              “I’m sorry.  Is there anything I can do to help?”

              “Since yer back to yer normal self, I’d appreciate ya doin’ more stuff ‘round the house.  Maybe wrangle Stan every now and then.”  Angie yawned for a third time.  “All right.  I’ve got to get back to bed.  I’ll talk to ya in the mornin’.”  She got up from the table.  She clumsily exited the kitchen, bumping into the doorjamb on her way out.  Guilt formed a painful pit in Ford’s stomach.

              She really has been acting as our manager for far too long.  A yawn escaped from him.  I should go to bed as well.  Ford began to gather up the paperwork.  I’ll have to figure out a way to make it up to Angie for all her help.  Perhaps I can purchase a gift of some sort for her.

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              “I can’t believe he brought us here.”

              “I can’t believe he suggested it.” 

              Ford cleared his throat, drawing Stan and Angie’s attention.

              “Well, we have been cooped up in the house and more importantly I was stuck in my tank for most of last week, so an outing seemed appropriate. Besides...” He turned to Angie. “I thought we all could use the distraction.”

              Angie nodded knowingly. To Ford’s relief, the bags under her eyes weren’t as prominent as they had been a few days ago. After their discussion in the kitchen, he had decided to seek out an activity to improve her mood and energy. Thankfully, he stumbled across this activity the three of them could enjoy, a town over.

              “Yeah, but why a zoo?” asked Stan as they stepped toward the archway entrance.

              “It’s actually a sanctuary for unwanted animals,” Ford explained. “The animals here are generally exotic pets that the owner couldn’t take care of, old circus or zoo animals, and rescued wild animals that couldn’t be released after being healed.”

              “Why not an amusement park? Or a fair? Or even, I don’t know, the lake?”

              “Are ya serious?” sighed Angie. 

              “What? It could- oh right. Yeah, after you got nabbed there, the lake might not be a great idea.” Stan looked away, scratching the back of his neck. Ford walked up to him and patted his shoulder.

              “It doesn’t matter. I admit that I might, ah, not yet be ready for the lake, but what happened is in the past.”  He offered a reassuring smile. Stan returned the expression.  Angie stood on her tiptoes to swing her arms across the twins’ shoulders, a grin of her own spread across her face.

              “Then let’s get going, boys!” she exclaimed as she gently pushed them toward the entrance. 

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              The start of the sanctuary visit went smoothly. They began with the big outdoor animals. The place was clean and had undergone a recent makeover, as a volunteer explained to them. The enclosures holding the animals they oohed and ahhed at were now bigger and offered more stimulation and enrichment. 

              There was a bit of everything. Raccoons and skunks that people thought would make great pets. A bobcat that had been caught in a trap and lost a leg. An old retired elephant. A trio of young brown bears whose mother had sadly perished a few months prior. A pond with crocodiles that made a voice in Ford’s head tell him to stay clear. They were even given the opportunity to feed some of the giraffes and birds. 

              Ford couldn’t remember the last time he had seen Angie this happy and excited. He smiled at his friend, then glanced at his twin. Stan too had a broad smile and a spark in his eye.  A spark that Ford recalled well from when they were younger. He smiled back and kept walking with them. 

              Everything was going great.  The trio was headed to the final stop of the tour: the reptile room. Angie’s smile got twice as big as she rushed for the door. Both twins were right behind her. 

              As soon as Ford crossed the double doors, he was assaulted by an onslaught of tiny voices talking all at the same time. 

              “Food! Dislike strangers. Want water. Too cold. Too hot. Sleepy. Bored. Like strangers. Strangers fun! Look at me! Don’t look! Look! Look! Sad. Happy!”

              Stanford looked for the crowd of people that clearly had to be in the reptile room.  But he, Stan, and Angie were the only ones there.  All he could see were the many aquariums housing reptiles and amphibians. His ears started to ring. A muffled voice came from his left.

              “Ford, are you all right?”

              He spun around to see his companions watching him with worried expressions on their faces.

              “How are you so calm?” he asked.  “Can you not hear it?” His own voice felt distant and overshadowed by everything around him. 

              “Hear what?” asked Stan. Ford opened his mouth to respond, but the voices were increasing in volume, overwhelming him.  He covered his ears in vain. His breath came in and out faster, on the brink of hyperventilating. He closed his eyes, trying to reduce some of the stimulus overtaking him.

              “Oh my gosh! Stanley, help me get him out of here now!” Angie shouted. 

              Soon, Ford felt two hands on his arms guiding him somewhere. He was too overcome to fight as he was led away. Fresh air hit his face.  Ford opened his eyes.  They were outside.  The cacophony of voices was slowly starting to die down. Stan lowered him to the ground, his back leaning against a wall. 

              “All right, Sixer, deep breaths, take it easy,” said his twin as Ford gasped for air.  Stan rubbed slow circles on Ford’s back, but despite their close proximity, he still sounded distant. “What happened back there?”  Ford shook his head, unable to say anything.  Thankfully, Angie spoke up.

              “A few weeks ago when we went to a pet store, he talked with an axolotl there,” she said.  “I’m guessin’ he heard all those critters in there.  All at once.  Which would be a lot.  Am I right, Stanford?”

              “I believe so,” Ford croaked. He could feel bile rising in his throat and swallowed to keep it down. 

              Another “fantastic perk” of my…condition.  After a few minutes of breathing in the fresh outdoor air, Ford had calmed enough to regain control.

              “How are ya feelin’?” asked Angie. Ford glanced up to see his friend looking at him, her blue eyes filled with worry. 

              “Drained and exhausted.” Stanford sighed. “It feels like my head is about to explode.”

              “All right, I think we’re gonna cut our trip short,” declared Stan. He lifted Ford’s arm, helping him back to his feet. “Come on, Ford, let’s get you home.”

              “And get ya somethin’ to drink when we get there,” Angie added.  Stan looked at her with interest.  Angie rolled her eyes. “I was referrin’ to water, not alcohol.”  Stan rolled his eyes right back at her. 

              Ford grumbled, upset to be leaving so soon, but obeyed, even as his legs threatened to buckle at any moment. Stan supported him as they slowly trekked back to the car. When they got to the car, Ford leaned heavily against it until Stan unlocked the doors, then crawled into the back seat.

              “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

              “About what?” Angie asked as she sat next to him. 

              “I ruined our outing because of my…episode.”

              “Don’t worry, Sixer,” Stan said with a shrug. “It could have happened to anyone.” He turned the engine on and slowly drove them away. 

              No, it couldn’t. Ford leaned his head on his hand and watched the scenery pass by. Only my curse could have ruined such a perfect outing. 

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              The light of the first full moon since Stan had come to stay lit a path for Ford to follow home.  There was a bounce in his step as he walked.  He had heard about the legendary underground black market for magical creatures in Gravity Falls, called the Crawlspace.  In fact, it was one of the first things he learned about the magical creature culture when he started his research.  But humans were not allowed, and the ban was strictly enforced.  Now, however?  He had been able to locate the market and walk in without a problem.

              And I finally got Angie that gift she deserves. It, along with something Ford had purchased for himself, was nestled snugly in a crossbody bag Angie had given him before he left for the Crawlspace.  Ford was nervous about trying the potion he’d got for himself.  Though part of me is excited to see what it will do.  Ford arrived at the house.  He opened the front door.

              “Hello?” he called tentatively.  The Stanmobile wasn’t in the driveway, so Stan was presumably out.  But Angie was more of a homebody, so she wasn’t likely to have left with Stan.

              “I’m in the living room!” Angie’s voice called.  He walked into the house and made his way to the living room.  Angie was sitting on the couch reading a book.  As Ford approached, he could make out the title: Journey to the Center of the Earth.

              “Why are you up late reading Jules Verne?” Ford asked.  Angie chuckled.  She patted the couch cushion next to her.  Ford climbed up.

              “I’m actually quite the fan of science fiction,” she said, sounding almost shy.

              “I had no idea.  I always see you reading field guides or other informative literature.”

              “That’s fer research.  Lately, I’ve been too busy to read fer reg’lar enjoyment.  I decided to get some fun readin’ done while Stan was out of the house.”  Angie slid a bookmark into the novel and set it aside.  “Did ya find the watchacallit?”

              “The Crawlspace?” Ford asked, amused.  Angie nodded.  “Yes, I did!”

              “Oh, excellent!”  Angie clapped her hands.  “Did ya enjoy yourself?”

              “Yes, it was most informative,” Ford gushed.  Angie beamed at him.  “I’m glad to have finally found a silver lining for the thundercloud that is my curse.”  Angie stroked the top of Ford’s head.

              “I knew you’d find a benefit somewhere.”  A twinkle entered Angie’s eye.  “Since it’s a market, did ya do some shoppin’?”

              “Yes.”  Ford smiled at Angie.  “And yes, the bag you gave me came in handy.  Thank you.”

              “I’m glad.”  Angie leaned in.  “What did ya buy?”

              “I’ll show you!”  Ford opened the bag and took out the two potions.  They were in nearly identical dark green bottles, as Ford had procured them from the same seller.  But Ford knew which one was which.  He handed over the one he had purchased for Angie.  “This is for you.”

              “Aw, you didn’t need to get me anything!”

              “Yes, I did,” Ford said firmly.  “You have been a rock as of late.  This is the least I can do.”  Angie smiled.

              “Thank you.”  Angie looked down at the label, written in the language of the magical creatures.  “Uh, what is it?”

              “It relieves muscle aches and cramps,” Ford said.

              “Oh, that’s perfect, I been strugglin’ with that,” Angie said softly.

              “It’s also apparently a sleeping elixir.  It should give you peaceful, dreamless sleep,” Ford continued.  Angie set the potion by her book and wrapped her arms around Ford.

              “Honey, that’s exactly what I need right now, thank you!”

              “It’s no problem,” Ford said, returning the hug.  Angie squeezed him, then let go.  “You should get some rest.”

              “I don’t know.”  Angie looked over in the direction of the front door.  “Stan ain’t back yet.”

              “I’ll stay up for him.”  Ford patted Angie’s hand.  “Go to bed.”  Angie chuckled softly.

              “All right, all right.”  Angie kissed the top of Ford’s head.  “I’m goin’ to try this here potion out and get some shut-eye.”

              “Good night.”

              “Good night.”  Angie got up from the couch and departed for her room, leaving her book behind.  Ford pulled his potion out of the bag.  He stared at it.

              No.  I should wait.  After a moment, he shrugged and picked up Angie’s book, opening it to the first page.  The font was maddeningly blurry with his poor amphibious eyesight.  …Never mind.  Ford looked around, spotted the TV remote on the back of the couch, and grabbed it.  Television it is.

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              “Is the coffee done yet?” Stan asked tiredly.  He yawned.  “I really need a cuppa.”

              “It should be ready soon,” Ford replied, stifling a yawn of his own.  He was feeling the effects of his late night.  “Is Angie still asleep?”

              “Dunno.”  Stan stretched.  The motion pulled the edge of his T-shirt up past his belly button.  “If she is, that’s weird.  She’s usually up at the ass crack of dawn.”

              “Yes, well, she comes from a farming family,” Ford mumbled.  Stan grunted wordlessly.  There was a shout from upstairs.  Stan and Ford locked eyes.  “That came from Angie’s room.”

              “But that wasn’t Angie,” Stan said.  “That was a guy.”  A second passed.  The twins abruptly bolted from the kitchen, coffee forgotten.  They sprinted up the stairs to the attic.  A strange man stood in front of Angie’s mirror and dresser, staring at his reflection.  He looked at the two.  Ford came to a stop.  The man looked eerily familiar.

              “Fiddleford?” Ford asked.  The man, panic in his eyes, looked over at the mirror again as though not familiar with his reflection.

              “I- I reckon I look awful sim’lar to him,” the man said in a quavering, heavily accented voice.  “But I-”  Whatever he was about to say was cut off by Stan slamming him against the wall.  “What in the sam hill-”

              “Who are you?” Stan snarled.

              “I’m-”

              “What did you do with Angie?”

              “What?” the man asked, sounding both perplexed and terrified.  Ford glanced over at the dresser.  A dark green bottle sat next to Angie’s moisturizer and sunscreen.  Ford frowned.  He picked it up.

              “I’ll ask a second time, but I won’t ask a third,” Stan ground out.  “Where.  Is.  Angie?”

              “I’d tell ya if ya let me get a word in edgewise!” the man snapped.  Ford read the label on the bottle, his mouth silently forming the words.  He felt the blood drain from his face.

              “Talk faster, then!” Stan shouted.

              “Stan,” Ford croaked.  Stan looked over.  “Stan, leave him alone.”       

              “But-”

              “Come here.  You need to read this,” Ford said firmly.  Stan shot a glare at the man, but let him go.  He stalked over to Ford.  Ford held out the bottle.  Stan squinted at the label.

              “What the hell does this say and what does it have to do with some guy in Angie’s room?” Stan asked.

              “I forgot you couldn’t read the language of magical creatures,” Ford mumbled.  He adjusted his glasses.  “This is a potion I purchased in the Crawlspace last night.  One of two, actually.  I bought one for Angie as a pain and cramp reliever.  I bought the second one to, ah, study at home.”

              “Which one is this one?” Stan asked.

              “Not the one I intended to give Angie.”

              “So it’s not to help with pain,” Stan said.  Ford shook his head.  “What does it do?”  Ford rubbed the back of his neck.  “Stanford,” Stan said, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice, “what potion did you give her?”

              “It- it purports to be a, ah, transformative elixir,” Ford stammered.  “It can transform men into women.”  He winced.  “And it can also do the reverse.”  Stan and Ford looked at the strange man.  The man blushed, his entire face beet red.  He was wearing Angie’s typical choice of pajamas: an old T-shirt and athletic shorts.  Though he was holding up the athletic shorts, as they were loose on his narrow hips.

              “…Angie?” Stan asked.  The man somehow turned even redder.

              “Y-yes,” he squeaked out.  Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

              “Holy Moses, Sixer.  You turned her into a guy!”

              “I know, I-” Ford started.  He took a deep breath.  “I must have mixed up the bottles.  My vision in my other form is too poor to make out small lettering.”  He looked at Angie.  “Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out.”  Angie nodded.  “Get dressed, then you can meet us downstairs.”  Angie glanced over at his closet doubtfully.  “Ah, get dressed as well as you can.”

              “We’ll get you something to fit you better later,” Stan added.  He shot Ford a look.  “Ford’s paying.”  Ford resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

              “S-sounds good,” Angie mumbled.  He cleared his throat.  “K-kindly leave so’s I can, uh, get- get ready ‘n whatnot.”

              “Yes, of course,” Ford said with a nod.  He grabbed Stan and pulled his twin downstairs.  When they got to the ground floor, Stan looked back up the stairs, a pensive expression on his face.  “What?”

              “Is it just me, or does Angie make a damn cute guy?” Stan asked softly.  Ford thought back to the brief glimpses he’d gotten earlier.  His ears grew warm.

              No, it’s not just him.

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              “I still can’t believe you turned Angie into a guy,” Stan muttered as he flipped a pancake on the stove.  Ford sighed.

              “It was an accident and I’m incredibly distressed this happened as well.”  There was a polite cough.  Stan and Ford looked over.  Angie stood in the doorway.  While his shirt was the appropriate size, if fitting oddly, the jeans he wore were a few inches too short and loose around the hips, needing a belt.  “We need to get you some new clothes.”  Angie’s face fell.

              “I’m guessin’ that means ya won’t be able to get me back to normal any time soon,” he said softly.  While lower than before, his voice was still higher than average for a man, and had a melodic lilt to it, likely due to his accent.

              “Unfortunately, no,” Ford confirmed.  Angie sighed and sat next to him at the table.  Ford silently noted, to his amusement, that despite Angie’s visible distress, he had made sure to follow his regular morning hygiene routine, with his face clean and his hair carefully styled.  “I looked more closely at the label and instructions.  You drank enough of the potion to keep you in this form for three days.”  Angie stared at him.

              “Three days?!”

              “Don’t worry,” Ford said quickly, holding up his hands.  “I’ll return to the Crawlspace tonight and speak to the seller.  He may have something to reverse the effects of the potion early.”

              “I’m comin’ with.”

              “Humans aren’t allowed.”

              “I can wear some of those Star Trek ears ya got in yer closet and pretend to be an elf,” Angie scoffed.  “Maybe throw some pixie dust over me to get that supernatural sparkle.”  Stan snorted.  Ford frowned.

              “I suppose that could work.  But why do you want to come?”

              “Ya mixed stuff up from yer bad axolotl vision.  I don’t want to risk another mixup.”

              “Ah.”  Ford shifted uncomfortably in his seat.  “…Fair.”  Angie sighed.

              “I weren’t tryin’ to hurt yer feelin’s…”

              “No, I’m- I’m fine,” Ford said quickly.  Angie gave him a look that suggested he didn’t buy it.  Stan cleared his throat.

              “By the way,” he drawled, “I heard the toilet flush.”  Angie covered his face with his hands.  “Whattaya think of the new…equipment?”

              “You don’t need to answer that,” Ford said quickly.

              “Oh, I weren’t plannin’ on it,” Angie said, his voice muffled by his hands.  “Stanley, ya can’t just ask someone that!”

              “Aw, come on.  We’re all guys here!”

              “Stan…” Ford said in a warning tone.

              “Fine, fine.  I’ll shut up.”  Stan placed a plate of pancakes in front of Angie.  “Eat up, Angie,” he said.  He frowned.  “Uh.  Should we call you something else until you’re back to normal?”

              “That sounds like a good idea,” Angie said.  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “It- it feels awful odd to be referred to as Angie when I’m, um, this.”

              “Banjo, perhaps?” Ford suggested.  Angie nodded slowly.

              “I like it.”  Angie- Banjo looked at Stan with a frown.  “Somethin’ wrong?”  Stan was watching with a frown of his own.

              “Why the hell did Ford suggest Banjo and why the fuck did you agree to it?”

              “Oh, that’s right, I ain’t told ya what Angie is short fer yet,” Banjo said.

              “I thought it was short for Angela.”

              “No.  It’s short fer Banjolina,” Banjo said, beginning to cut up one of his pancakes.  Stan raised an eyebrow.

              “What the hell kinda name is Banjolina?”

              “A McGucket one,” Ford and Banjo said together.  Banjo shot a grin at Ford.  Ford felt butterflies in his stomach.

              Oh, no.  Please don’t let this be a pattern.

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              Banjo laughed goodnaturedly.

              “No, I ain’t wearin’ the hat!” he said, playfully shoving Stan.

              “C’mon!” Stan wheedled.  “I paid for it with my own money!  You’ve gotta wear it!”

              “I believe I was the one to pay for it,” Ford said.  Stan rolled his eyes.

              “You pay me, so I paid for it.”

              “That’s not how it-”  Ford cut himself off, shaking his head.  “Stop bothering Banjo.”

              “He’s laughing, he’s having a good time.”

              “I ain’t annoyed, Stanford,” Banjo said.  “I’ll let Stanley know if I reach that point.”

              “Hmph.  Very well,” Ford muttered.  After breakfast, they went shopping for clothes for Banjo.  At first, Banjo insisted that they spend as little time as possible out and about while he was in his current form.  But once he was wearing clothes that fit him, he calmed down significantly, even allowing Stan to talk him into going out for lunch and walking around Main Street after.  Now, Stan was desperately trying to convince Banjo to wear the cowboy hat he had Ford purchase a few minutes ago.

              I didn’t even realize there was a western store in town.  But they had passed it while walking down Main Street, and when Banjo slowed down to admire the clothing in the display window, Ford insisted they go inside and find something for him.  I feel like I need to make up for what happened.  Though he seems remarkably unperturbed by this experience.  A tendril of frustration began to uncurl in Ford’s gut.  Why is he so blasé? 

              “You already got me to wear the cowboy boots,” Banjo said.

      ��       “But your jeans completely cover them up!” Stan protested.

              “You should’ve considered that when ya told me to wear ‘em now,” Banjo retorted with a grin.  Stan huffed.  Banjo tossed his head, laughing.  His caramel-colored hair bounced from the movement, drawing Ford’s eye.  It was agonizing how much Banjo resembled Fiddleford.

              I didn’t realize how much I missed F until I was reminded of him every time Banjo did something.  Hopefully, the painful reminders would slow, now that Banjo was dressed.  His fashion sense was different from Fiddleford’s, other than the same predilection for flared jeans.  At the moment, Banjo was wearing a green flannel shirt with a simple orange undershirt.  A far cry from F’s flamboyant tops.

              “I reckon we should head back soon,” Banjo drawled.  He tucked his hands into his back pockets.  “The full moon will be risin’ ‘fore we know it.”

              “Please, we’ve got plenty of time,” Stan said dismissively.  “I think we should go get a drink.”

              “Hmm.”  Banjo titled his head and smiled at Stan.  “I don’t know ‘bout that.  I ain’t in the mood to deal with two drunk fellers on my own.”

              “You don’t drink?”

              “No, I do.”  Banjo’s smile broadened.  “I do it very well.”

              “Oh, I get it.  You think you could outdrink me.”

              “Wrong.”  Banjo leaned in.  Thanks to his new height - which he seemed very pleased with - his face was mere inches away from Stan’s.  “I know I can outdrink ya.”  A goofy grin spread across Stan’s face, accompanied by a faint flush.  Ford recognized the expression.  It was the same one Stan made every time Carla McCorkle ran her hands through his hair or kissed him on the cheek.  Ford thought back to what Stan had said earlier that day.

              “Is it just me, or does Angie make a damn cute guy?”

              Oh, no.  No.  Please tell me Stan isn’t developing a crush on Banjo!  Sweet Moses, this could turn messy fast.  For one thing, he won’t stay Banjo, he’ll return to being Angie!  Ford cleared his throat.  Banjo and Stan looked at him.

              “I believe we have enough time to make one more stop before returning home,” he said.  Stan punched the air.

              “Yes!  We can get wasted.”

              “No, we cannot,” Ford said firmly.  Stan blew a raspberry at him.

              “Killjoy.  What are we gonna do, then?”

              “There’s a bakery a few blocks from here,” Banjo suggested.  Stan perked up.

              “Bakery?  Hell yes!”  Stan sped up his pace eagerly.  Banjo chuckled.  He and Ford fell into step alongside each other.

              “That brother of yours is quite the character,” he said with a smile.  “Luckily, he’s the kind of character I tend to be fond of.”

              “Really,” Ford said flatly.  With the continuation of Banjo’s casual attitude, the frustration Ford felt earlier was beginning to fester.  Banjo looked at him, bemused.

              “Somethin’ wrong?”

              “I’m just-”  Ford took a steadying breath.  “I’m just perplexed at how easy going you are being about- about-”

              “About bein’ Banjo?” Banjo asked.  He frowned.  “Look, I ain’t happy ‘bout it.”

              “Could have fooled me,” Ford said under his breath.  Banjo ignored his comment.

              “I just reckon it’d be a waste of my time ‘n energy to be overly upset,” he continued.  “I can’t do anything ‘bout it right now, so why get all worked up?  At least, now that I’ve had some time to adjust.”  Banjo put his hands on his hips.  “And what’s with that lil remark ‘bout me not seemin’ unhappy?  Didn’t ya hear me shout this mornin’?  Didn’t ya see how distraught I was?”

              “And yet you don’t appear upset at all,” Ford said snidely.  Banjo clenched his hands into fists.

              “It’s called actin’, Stanford!  Actin’ like I’m fine to make sure the boat don’t get rocked!  It’s a skill I’ve developed while I take care of you ‘n Stanley!”

              Ford scowled at him. “We don’t need babysitting,” he said shortly.  Banjo stopped walking to face Stanford squarely.

              “Really? Might I remind ya of the argument you and Stanley had not a month ago?” he retorted.  Ford’s brow furrowed further.

              “I was stuck as an axolotl for a week at that point! I had been to the vet on two separate occasions and was completely useless at home! I was getting frustrated and needed to vent!”  As he spoke, his voice rose without his noticing it. 

              “So what’s frustratin’ ya now?! Yer not an axolotl and ya won’t be for another hour, so what’s eatin’ at ya?”  Banjo’s voice was beginning to rise as well. The few passersby slowed down to stare, bewildered by the odd conversation.

              “YOU are INFURIATING me!” shouted Ford. “For Pete’s sake! You’ve been a man for less then a day and are already comfortable in your new skin! You’ll be back to normal in a few days while I’ll still be cursed to be an amphibian for the rest of my damn life!”

              An eerie silence circled them. 

              “Son of a-  I’ve been cursed for half a year and I’m still uncomfortable in my second skin! I have to eat bugs! I have to sleep in water! My skin itches! I hate it! And here you are in the middle of town having the time of your life!”  Ford was panting by the time he was done, looming over Banjo.  Waves of heat washed inside of him, crashing against rising shame.

              “Stanford?” came Stan’s voice behind him.  He must have come back after he realized Ford and Banjo weren’t following him anymore.

              “What?”  Ford turned around to face his twin.  He didn’t want to look at Banjo, not with the mist in the other man’s eyes.  Stan gestured to the sides of his head.

              “Um, your, uh, your gills are- are out.”

              Panic washed over Ford as he raised his hands to the side of his face.  He could feel the gills, six in total with three on each side, squirming.  His ears were already gone. He then heard it before he could feel it. There was a pop and rip followed by a burning sensation at the base of his spine when his tail, big, round, and pink erupted.  Ford fell to his hands and knees.  The entirety of his body was aching and tingling.

              What’s going on?  The full moon hasn’t risen yet!  A new worry filled Ford with horror.  We’re in public!  People could be watching!  He looked around, but already his vision was worsening. Soon he felt his glasses slipping as his nose disappeared.  From what he could make out, it appeared that only Stan and Banjo were currently present.  But they were on Main Street.  At any moment, someone could stumble across them.

              “Banjo, what should we do?” Stan asked.  Banjo stayed silent.  “Banjo?”

              “The two of ya can figure it out,” Banjo said, his voice thick.  “I’ll meet ya back at the car.”  Ford watched Banjo’s blurry figure walk away.

              “...Great,” Stan sighed.  He looked down at Ford on the ground.  “I’m gonna, uh, move you out of the way, okay?”  Ford nodded weakly.  Judging by how loose his clothes had gotten, he had already shrunk to half his size.  This conclusion was proven accurate when Stan picked him up and carried him into a nearby alleyway, both of them ducking behind a large dumpster. As soon as Stan dropped him to the ground, Ford fell on his side, his body continuing to morph into a new form. He struggled to his shifting feet.

              “How are we going to get back to the car?” Ford asked, his voice breaking into a higher pitch. He hugged his sides and hissed through his teeth as waves of heat washed over his body. His tail curled around him, grazing his calf.

              “Uh.”  Stan looked around.  “There’s a big box here.  It looks clean enough.  Once you’re done, you can climb inside and I’ll cover you with your clothes.”

              “Okay.”  Ford grunted as he felt his bones shift.  “I really wish I wasn’t transforming in a dirty alleyway.”

              “Eh, I’ve seen worse places to turn into a giant salamander,” Stan said with a shrug.  He scratched his chin.  “You- you really tore Banjo a new one back there.  What was that about?”

              Despite the pain, Stanford felt his whole body freeze in place. 

              “How much of the argument did you hear?”

              “Only the end of it, really.  Something about him having the time of his life?”

              “I…”  Ford sighed.  “I let my temper get the better of me.”

              “No shit.  I figured out that much on my own,” Stan scoffed.  “Why were you angry at him?”

              “I’m just…frustrated.  He’s doing perfectly fine right now, and I- I’m not.”

              “What are you talking about?” Stan asked quietly.  “You think he’s doing fine?”

              “He’s joking and laughing with you.” Ford hissed as a particularly painful shift rearranged his jaw. 

              “Yeah, but it’s mostly anxious laughter.  He’s had that scared deer look in his eyes all day.  And he starts shaking if we stand still for too long.  My guess, Banjo’s roughly one dropped ice cream cone away from having a nervous breakdown.”  Stan looked over at Ford.  “You really didn’t notice?”

              “No!  I- I thought he was taking his current circumstance in stride.”  Ford winced, both from the pain of his transformation and the sting of just how poorly he had read Banjo’s body language.  “I should have consulted you earlier.  You were always better with people.”

              “Eh.  Neither of us have ever been good at the whole communicating thing,” Stan said.  Ford sighed.

              “Correct.”

              “So, uh, are you done?” Stan asked.  Ford moved his body tentatively.  His legs, arms, head, and tail responded.  The prickling that accompanied the end of his transformation had faded.  And he could barely see a few inches in front of him.

              “It appears that I am.” His voice was completely changed. 

              “Good.  Step outta your clothes while I get the box.”  Ford did as instructed and shimmed out of his now oversized sweater.  When Stan came back with the box, he climbed inside.  Stan covered him with his clothes.  “Eugh, they got all slimy!”

              “I produce a mucosal secretion from my skin during times of high stress,” Ford mumbled automatically.  It was one of the things Angie had noted during her time studying Ford’s amphibious form before Stan joined them.

              “It’s gross,” Stan said firmly.  Ford felt the box rise off the ground.  He curled up, his stomach churning from distress as he was carried back to the car.  After a few minutes of Ford bouncing and sliding around in the box, Stan came to a stop.  “Hey, Banj.”

              “Banj?” Banjo’s voice said.  Ford covered his eyes with his paws, overcome by guilt.  Banjo’s voice was weak, as though he had just been crying.

              “Short for Banjo.”

              “Banjo’s already short fer my proper name.”

              “Someone can have two nicknames.”

              “Hmm.  Fair enough,” Banjo said.  Ford mustered some courage and poked his head up through the clothes.  Banjo, blurry, stood a few feet away, leaning against the Stanmobile.  “Hello.”

              “Banjo, I-”

              “I’m goin’ to act as though the last fifteen or so minutes didn’t happen,” Banjo interrupted.  “At least, fer now.  We’ve got to head back to the Crawlspace to see if anyone can get me back to rights.”  Though Ford couldn’t see Banjo’s blue eyes, he could still feel them boring into him.  “Will you agree to act that way as well?”

              “Yes,” Ford squeaked pathetically.  Banjo nodded.  Stan unlocked the car and slid the box holding Ford into the back seat.  Ford waited for Banjo to sit next to him.  His heart sank as Banjo opened the passenger’s side door and sat up front with Stan instead.  Even without saying a word, his change in behavior spoke volumes. Ford curled up tighter, a soft whimper escaping from him.

              He’s furious. With me.

[fantasy-relax]

Jealous Kitty

Donna Beneviento x Reader (MC)

Stupid Cassandra, with her stupid crying and her stupid play.

Stupid you.

It all started because the one supposed to play Romeo got injured seven months before the play and the understudy give up four months after that.

Meaning that Cassandra had three months to find a Romeo that met her standards, so obviously she was in panic.

When you came back from working in the flowershop, she was crying in Daniela arms.

"Ruined is ruined! Everything is collapsing!"

"Cass calm down you just need someone else to play the part"

"Is not a background character Dani is ROMEO" she separated from her sister, the anger in her face made her look demented "ROMEO! HOW I SUPPOSED TO PRESENT ROMEO AND JULIETA WITHOUT FUCKING ROMEO"

She started crying again and Daniela just patted her back awkwardly.

Of course you had to open your big mouth

"umm I already had the role of Romeo, in high school I'm rusty but maybe with some practice.."

The words stuck in your throat when he brunette turned to look at you with that manic look. You took a step back almost instinctively.

She walked to her bag and put out the script and practically threw it at your face.

"Go on"

You did.

Silence.

Okay that offended you a little bit.

The actress jumped at you.

"YES, YES I CAN WORK WITH YOU JUST A FEW IMPROVEMENTS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE PERFECT"

Suddenly you remembered the times that had you gone to theater with Donna and how hard Cassandra was as director, you wanted to back up but seeing the dry tears, red nose and ruined mascara made you do it.

You don't wanted to quit working and Cassandra begrudgingly accepted it. So you had a small chat with Donna... A little tense one.

"You are going to leave me? For Cassandra" Her voice was soft but there was a certain level of poison in her words.

" I don't going to leave you, I'm just gonna be in Cassandra's play" You remarked " For three months and one week approximately. The Romeo original is going to be better by that time. I still want to work with you, I just need to change the schedule for that.

She still looked hurt and angry.

"if is not okay with you, I-"

"Ok" she said between clenched teeth" Okay, you need a more flexible schedule I can do that, It will be just for few months and you will come back to me " It sounded like she was convincing herself more than you.

"I will always come back to you"

So that's how you ended in hell for a few months. Cassandra was a perfectionist and it showed. Sometimes Donna will show mercy to you and let you rest or make you move pot one side to another until she feel like you learned your lesson whatever it was.

(It was curious how always happened in the days were the most romantic scenes were rehearsed and she was there making some necessary adjustments in the scenery)

After some troubles with Cassandra's Stans, everything had gone perfectly. Cassandra kept her word (after hours of trying to convince you of joining) and you were free to work with Donna, that some days later became your girlfriend.

Everything was perfect.

Until a month later you started to notice how much people was looking at you, giggling and sighing. You thought that were making fun of you, God, you will had preferred that.

"it seems you have your own fan club" Angie had told you one day that you commented your situation "and they seem as horny as the one of Cassandra"

" You did a amazing job as Romeo" Cassandra said proudly "of course you would end with fans"

Good news. The sales in the flowershop grew exponentially.

Bad news. The possessiveness of your girlfriend grew the same.

Donna was a really, really, really jealous woman.

It seems that her jealousy outgrow her shyness because every single time some fan came to flirt with you she will appear like a ghost and steal a kiss from you while glaring at the offender.

That escalated to her practically growling at anybody that entered the shop and look it at you for more than five minutes.

Trying to avoid hurting the business you tell her kindly to maintain a professional image in the shop, that mean no kisses in front, no stealing you away to the nursery when you are working and no picking fights with the clients.

She looked so damn sad that you almost bend your knee, but this was the best option, the glamour will fade way sooner or later but the reputation of her shop will be damaged. That was your reasoning.

She understood and both of you could make up in the lunch break. If you ended with a lot hickies as result, well it wasn't a bad thing.

Until one day, one fan was particularly stubborn.

"I had a girlfriend, here is your order, have a nice day" You were fast not wanting to interact with her for most time of need

"Come on handsome, let me show you a good time" her tits were practically spilling in that outfit of her, and did her skirt even covered something?

"That shy mouse? Baby I will rock your world!"

"Have a nice day" You said sternly pointing at the door.

" Here if you change your mind" she let a paper in the counter and walked away.

You picked the paper, a number, and throw in the trash.

You should have teared it up.

Donna had picked up and now she wasn't talking to you at all. She avoided you and it was frustrating.

When she came to the front you grabbed her arm but she easyly got her arm out of your grip.

" We must keep a professional image in the shop, remember?" and just like that she got back to the nursery.

But she don't kiss you at all! Opening time, Lunch break, closing time, nothing!.

Stupid Cassandra, with her stupid crying and her stupid play.

Stupid you.

A week of that and you were ready to fist fight God for a kiss from your beloved botanist.

You were in the shop, clients coming and going, some fans buying something just to talk to you.

Five o'clock your torturer come out her hiding.

" Why dont you take a break I made some chamomile tea"

You nodded, you go to the kitchen bringing the cup at the front as you known how much she loathed dealing with people.

"So what do you say pretty girl, go out with me?" Some fucking bitch was flirting with your girlfriend that looked far to pleased with that.

" Well I have been a little neglected" you freeze at that...WHAT THE FUCK DONNA "but is a no, sorry"

" Oh well I try it" she was gone.

You were furious. But before you could get close to your girlfriend.

"Professional image, dolcezza" it's all she said before going back to the nursery.

You were fuming all the time. At the end of the day you looked at her.

"Do you mind if I walk you home?"

"It will be my pleasure, Tesoro"

The walk was silent one.

At the steps of her family home you looked at her, she just look back to you all innocent. Like she hadn't being neglecting you for a week.

She took a step to you.. And patted your shoulder with a hand full of dirt. You blinked at her audacity.

"See you tomorrow, dolcezza" with that she walked opening the door.

*Enough* you picked her up like sack of potatoes over your shoulder adrenaline and anger giving you strength, closing the door with your leg you make your way to her room, opening the door aggressively and throwing your little shit of girlfriend in the bed.

"Why are you being so rough? " She was pouting but you can see the mischievous shine in her eyes.

Without answering her question you kiss her with all the hunger you had been keeping inside. Freeing her hair out of her bun, you tore her shirt open, kissing her free skin hearing her soft sighs you bite her clothed breast while taking off her pants.

You move away to see her, smiling at her appearance, just a few minutes and she was already a mess, panting trying to catch her breath, tears in her eyes, her underwear exposed and her panties with a clear stain.

"Beautiful"

She blushes smiling at you. You are still mad so you grab her legs moving her to the border of the bed, quickly you kneel you have been starving and now you will devour her.

-----------—---------------------------------

"I'm sorry Cara mia is all I have"

Suddenly the only clothes that you girlfriend had clean are tank tops.

Of course.

Casually she forgot to cut her nails and now your back and shoulders are covered in scratch marks.

Of course.

There is a important exam that you need to present today if you don't want to fail the subject.

Of course.

And she is looking far to pleased with herself to be believed.

Little minx.

You have to walk all the way to school, with the marks in full exposure.

Of fucking course you ran in some familiar faces.

Cassandra.

"Damn, aunty's game is good" you grab her coffee and drink it all. Ignoring her.

Angie

"Gross" is all she said before running in the opposite direction.

Mia

"Nice" she hold her hand up and for some fucking reason you automatically high five her.

There was some time before the exam so you ran to your room...

WHERE ARE ALL YOUR CLOTHES?

Empty, every single drawer is empty. And Daniela room is locked, you could pick the lock but you are running out of time so again with your face burning you go to the classroom.

After the exam you go back to your room, Daniela is there.

"Can you lend me some clothes? Mine vanished"

She looked confused then red when she understood why you were like that and shyly answer you

"Sorry all dirty"

"Are you serious?!"

"Is not my fault that you choose to get freaky today!"

You looked at the clock, it was time to work.

After another walk of shame, you enter the flowershop.

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Every single client had a particular reaction to you appearance. You have been laughed, scoffed and nodded.

" Ah, problems with a misbehaving kitty?" the old man in front you laughed softly at you "here this cream work wonders for that injuries"

He scribbled the name of the medicine and give to you. You can hear the laughter of your girlfriend in the back, she was having a blast with all this.

"Thank you, sir"

"Is nothing dear, I remember when I was younger my beloved Jerry was a jealous and clingy kitty, always wanting to be with me, practically throwing himself at me, fighting with whoever took my attention away" he was smiling softly while moving his head and hands excitedly "it was a problem when I had to work, he don't like being alone that much so I make sure to let him know every night that I love him very much and that I will never leave his side.

It was a nice story that cat surely was a loved one.

"Hey what is taking you so much! We're going to be late!" another old man with more gray hair than the one I'm front of you said" hurry up!

The man in front you just laughed.

"See, so clingy" Wait what? " make sure to show your kitten love continously less they want to scratch you up" he blinked at you smiling at your red face" ah young love " he turned around" I'm coming Jerry!

" Wisdom of your elders never should be wasted" you flinched, she was too quiet when she wanted" you should treat your Kitten right.

"I'm gonna start by putting a damn bell on you" you said before grabbing her by her waist.

"What about the Professional image, dolcezza?" the smirk in her face was enough to know that she thought the same as you.

"To hell with it" you kissed her" I need to take good care of my sweet, clingy and jealous kitty.

[ao3feed-twiyor]

Omniscient Academy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fKbnGov by PlanetaryProblem, Rant_Aro “ Nakime has gathered all of the staff in her office. “Okay. What should we name this academy?” “Howza ‘bout we name it Tomfoolery Academy?” Stan sipped some cola. “Eh, sounds boring.” Tengen crossed his arms. “What about ‘The Academy of Flamboyance?’” “Absolutely not.” Fiddleford shook his head. “We should name it somethin’ meanin’-ful.” “Oh! So Meaningful Academy it is!” Kyojuro laughed, completely serious. Kaigaku facepalmed. “We’re stuck with a bunch of idiots, Gyomei-nii.” “That’s not what I—…” Fiddleford facepalmed. “I suggest we name it something that means knowledgeable.” Ratio said. Gyomei hummed. “I see. What about ‘Omniscient’, all-knowing? Omniscient Academy has a nice ring to it.” Shinobu sighed in relief. “Finally, a good school name.” “That sounds nice.” Stanford nodded. “Let’s keep it that way.” “ OR WELCOME TO OMNISCIENT ACADEMY! Full of the weird, angst, and the crack (most definitely the angst and crack)! Rated T for Teens due to uncensored swearing and violence Words: 3525, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Brain Rot School/Mafia Au Fandoms: Gravity Falls, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 約束のネバーランド | Yakusoku no Neverland | The Promised Neverland (Manga), OMORI (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), SPY x FAMILY (Anime), A Hat in Time (Video Game), Dangan Ronpa Series, Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Multi Characters: Stan Pines, Ford Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Sunny (OMORI), Kel (OMORI), Basil (OMORI), Aubrey (OMORI), Hero (OMORI), Mari (OMORI), Snatcher (A Hat in Time), Queen Vanessa (A Hat In Time), Jesus "Soos" Alzamirano Ramirez, Uzui Tengen, Yonaga Angie, Douma (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Himejima Gyoumei, Kaigaku (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kochou Kanae, Kochou Shinobu, Tamayo (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Rengoku Kyoujurou, Kamado Tanjirou, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kanroji Mitsuri, Kanzaki Aoi (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Dr. Ratio (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Emma (The Promised Neverland), Lucas (The Promised Neverland), Ray (The Promised Neverland), Gilda (The Promised Neverland), Fujisaki Chihiro, Candy Chiu, Grenda (Gravity Falls), Tokitou Yuichirou, Sabito (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Tojo Kirumi, Hashibira Inosuke, Anya Forger, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Kamado Nezuko, Dori (Genshin Impact), Kibutsuji Muzan, Bill Cipher, Minor Original Character(s) - Character, Nakime (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Relationships: Everyone & Everyone, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Sunny/Zenitsu, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Snatcher/Queen Vanessa (A Hat in Time), Pacifica Northwest/Dipper Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket/Stan Pines Additional Tags: Way too many character tags help us, How Do I Tag, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crack Treated Seriously read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fKbnGov

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Golden Lines - Chapter Five - Insatiable Desires

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), OFC Mrs. Stevens, OMC Dean Wesson, OMC Sam Hammond, OMC Steve Hammond, OMC Scott Leighton, OMC Tommy King, Diana Hiddleston (Tom's Mom: mentioned), Scott Evans (mentioned), Carly Evans (mentioned), Shanna Evans (mentioned), Lisa Capuano (Chris’s Mom: mentioned), G. Robert Evans III (Chris’s Dad: mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (Sebastian’s Mom: mentioned), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), and Dodger

Chapter Five Rating: Explicit 18+

Chapter Five Tags: **** PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! **** SMUT, NSFW title card, angst, fluff, teacher/student relationships, anxiety, drinking, underage drinking, nervousness, mentions of past trauma (specifically the following: injury to hand, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and mental abuse), mentions of shitty parents (specifically dead beat fathers), pining, blindfolds, skydiving, airplanes, flying, heights, free falling, vomiting, kissing, nipple play, oral (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum swallowing, overstimulation, dry humping, clit play, fingering, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, a tiny instance of dom/sub (if you squint), praise kink, begging, finger sucking, oral (female receiving), jacking off, lying, crying, self-esteem/self-worth issues, bed sharing, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I've covered everything… PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE STARTING THIS CHAPTER! 

Chapter Five Word Count: 11,289 (GOOD LORD… This got away from me...grab a snack and a beverage, folks. Lol.)

Chapter Five Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: There are mentions of past physical, sexual, and mental abuse (as I stated above in the tags), and I've written this so if there are readers who need to skip that part, they can. There are asterisks that indicate where that part starts and ends if anyone needs to skip it! You won't miss anything if you do, I promise. ❤

The rest of the school week seems to drag itself out. Lily and Ang walk to Art class together, their finished assignments in hand. Angie is quiet, a little too quiet, and Lily immediately picks up on it. "Hey, babe. You good?" 

She bites her lip nervously and glances over to her friend. "I'm scared, Lil. What if he doesn't like it?" 

They walk into the classroom and take a seat at their normal table. "He's gonna love it, Ang. Tom's very much into art, at least, that's what Seb told me once." 

She cocks her head to the side, "I just realized I never knew his first name until now. Tom is a fitting name, it suits him." 

"Alright, class everyone settle down. I know all of you are excited for the weekend," Ang and Lily smirk at each other knowingly, "but we've still got an hour of school left. Everyone take out your finished pieces and have them ready for me to look at. I'll be walking around the room to give you a final grade." 

Lily carefully unwraps her watercolor painting and sets it on the table. She wasn't sure what she was going to paint at first, but then she got to thinking about her Mom. Sebastian was only five when his Father left. He didn't have many memories of him, but he remembered the day he and their Mom were left alone, vividly. 

Sebastian had told Lily the story on one of their movie nights and it's stuck with her ever since. He said that he had heard his Father yelling at their Mom, but he couldn't recall what he was angry about. He ran outside and followed him to his car, and shoved his hand in the door as it was being pulled closed. It smashed his fingers between the door and where it connected to the car. Sebastian told Lily that he did it because he thought that if his Father saw that he was hurt then he'd take him to the hospital and the doctor would say that he had to stay and take care of him. Instead, he watched him drive away. Seb chased the car, but was picked up by their Mom so she could wipe his tears and bandage his mangled hand. 

Lily hasn't met her Father either, nor does she want to. Georgeta, their Mother, gives them everything they need. Sebastian was twenty when she was born, and helped take care of her as if she were his own and not his half sister. Their Mom is the strongest woman she's ever known. She always puts her and her brother first and never hesitates to go without just so they can be taken care of. 

So, it's only fitting to dedicate her first watercolor painting to their Mom. It's of one of her favorite vacation spots. Lily remembers being a little girl, probably around ten, and going on vacation with her there. It was right around sunset, the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks blanketed across the sky accenting with the mountain in the distance perfectly. 

Painting it from memory was hard, but once she was finished it turned out to be the best one she's ever done. 

Angie finishes unwrapping hers and gasps, "Lil! Oh, my god! That's beautiful!" 

She smiles sheepishly, "not as beautiful as yours, love. Mr. H will probably cry when he sees that. I mean, for real though, that drawing should be in a museum." 

Angie laughs and beams at her. "Only if your masterpiece is displayed right next to it!" 

Mrs. Stevens makes her way over to their table and smiles as she looks over Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Stan, this is stunning! These watercolors are blended perfectly and the highlight on the mountain is beautifully done! You deserve an A." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens," Lily grins and watches as she moves over to look at Angie's. 

"Oh… Oh, my goodness. Ms. DiLorenza this is breathtaking! The shading is impeccable and the blending is just the right amount. An A for you as well. The two of you are incredible artists! Mr. Hiddleston will surely appreciate this. Would you like to take it to him now? I don't believe he has a class." 

Angie wrings her hands nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm kind of scared. What if he doesn't like it?" 

Mrs. Stevens shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. How about this? How about I call him down here. You can step out into the hallway for a bit of privacy, but you'll still be within earshot of the class. Sound good?" 

Angie nodded. "Alright, it's settled." 

A few minutes later she hears the familiar deep voice that she loves so much. She steals a quick glance and sees him standing just outside the doorway with her art teacher. He meets her eyes and she quickly looks away pulling her lip between her teeth. The sound of Mrs. Stevens' high heels click against the floor and stop just shy of their table. "He's waiting outside, dear. I'll be at my desk should you need me." 

Angie takes a deep breath and stands up. Lily squeezes her hand for reassurance as she holds the drawing in the other. "You've got this, babe!" 

Ang nods and slowly walks across the room to the door. She rounds the corner, holding the picture close to her chest as she looks up at him. 

"Hi." 

Even that one word sounds weak, but if Tom notices he doesn't point it out. "Hi, Ang. It's good to see you again." His accent sends a wave of arousal straight to her core. "I understand you have something for me?" 

Angie looks down at the drawing clutched in her hands. "Well, I-I um…Mrs. Stevens… we-" 

Tom places a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, darling," he whispers. "Take your time." 

Angie licks her lips, "our first assignment was to um...to create whatever we wanted. I wasn't-," she shifts her weight anxiously, "wasn't sure what to make so I just kind of zoned out a-and let my pencil have a mind of its own." Without making eye contact with him she holds the canvas out so he can take it. "I um...I made this...for you."

Tom hates to see his girl so nervous, but he can’t deny how adorable she looks standing in front of him like this. So innocent and - wait...did he just refer to Ang as his girl in his head? Well, that's new. She hands over the canvas without looking at him and toes at the tile floor with her shoe. He flips it over in his hands and sucks in a breath. 

It's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. The detailed lines, the contrast of highlight and shade, and the attention to detail. It's...well, it's breathtaking, and the fact that it's a portrait of him makes it that more meaningful. Tom realizes he hasn't said anything, let alone released the breath he's been holding, and turns his attention back to Angie. She's shaking and picking at her fingernails and he has to force himself not to hug her. 

"Darling, look at me." 

She timidly raises her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears. 

"This is phenomenal, Ang. I...I'm speechless… I'm so honored that out of everything you could have drawn you chose me. Thank you." 

She blinks a few times in rapid succession to keep from crying. "Well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw the most beautiful person in the world." 

Fuck! Shit shit shit! 

God how she wished someone invented time travel so she could go back fifteen seconds. She could probably make it to the back doors to the parking lot if she made a run for it. They haven't even had their first date yet and she just dropped a bombshell that is normally saved for people who've been together for like...a few months.

Angie winces and turns her gaze back to the floor. The very floor she wishes would open up and let her fall into. Tom's index and middle fingers gently tilt her head back up. Those tears she worked so hard to stop before spill over her waterline and cascade down her cheeks. 

"Oh, love," Tom brushes the wetness away with the back of his knuckles gingerly, "please don't cry. I'm not upset with you. In fact, I'm flattered. It's been quite a long time since a woman has called me beautiful." He discreetly reaches down to hold her hand, "and it's never been said by someone as stunning as you." 

Angie feels her heart skip a beat. He…he thinks she's stunning? 

Before she can say anything, Tom does a quick sweep of the hallway to be sure there's no one that can see them. He smooths his thumb over her bottom lip and smiles softly before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second, but it was by far the best second of her life. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, my darling girl." He winks and turns on his heel leaving Angie there with wide eyes and flushed skin. 

Holy shit he kissed her!

Jessy walks quickly to her locker and grabs what she needs to complete her assignments over the weekend. It's been the slowest Friday ever, but it's finally time to leave. She shoots Angie a quick text to let her know she'll meet her at the mall and heads to her car. 

Since they both have dates tomorrow night, a special outfit is a must for both of them. Twenty minutes later she pulls into a free parking space next to Angie's car. 

"JESSY! Oh, my god he fuckin' kissed me!" 

Jessica had barely gotten out of her car when Angie told her the news, and she was ecstatic. "No way!" She grabs Ang's hands and they bounce in place with excitement, "girl when?! Tell me everything!" 

She lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles. "You know how I drew that picture of him?" Jessy nods. "Well, Mrs. Stevens called him down to her class so I could give it to him. So, there we were, in the hallway, and I was so fuckin' nervous. God, was I nervous. He was so sweet with me though. He called me darling and waited patiently while I stuttered like an idiot. He was speechless, babe. He loved it." 

She grins, "I knew he would, Ang." 

Angie blushes, "there's more though. He told me he was honored that out of everything, I chose to draw him, and like a dumbass I told him I couldn't pass up on drawing the most beautiful person in the world." 

Jessica gasps. "Oh, shit! How did he take that?" 

"Well, I didn't see his initial reaction cause I immediately looked down at the floor, but he lifted my head and wiped my tears. He called me love and said that no one as stunning as me has ever referred to him as beautiful. Then," she bites her lip as the memory of his mouth on hers plays over and over in her head, "he looked around, kissed me for like a second, and then called me his darling girl!" 

"Ahh! Ang! Oh, my god that's so cute! You two are freakin' adorable together, I swear!" 

Angie hugs her and giggles. "You ready to buy something that's gonna knock our men off their feet? 

Jessica nods and hugs her, "hell yeah! Let's do this!" 

Two hours and eight stores later, both of them had their outfits tried on and bought. Angie picks a plaid blue and red skirt that sits about four inches above the knee, and a matching form-fitting shirt. Jessy decides on a short, simple, yet elegant, velvet burgundy dress. After that the girls eat a little snack at the food court together to tide them over before heading home to do their homework. 

Lily sits Indian style on her bed and works on one of her journal entries for English Literature. Sebastian may be her teacher, but he never once treated her any differently from the other kids. Friday's topic was a free day, and she's trying to think of something to write about. All she can think about is Chris, and what he told her brother the other day. One part of her wants to know who the girl is that he's willing to take such a big risk for, and the other part of her doesn't. Lily knows it's not her. Why would it be? He's twenty-two years her senior and her teacher for God's sake. She sighs and begins to write about him anyway. It's not like Seb will guess who it is. Not if she's vague enough. 

A couple of minutes later after she's done writing, she hears the front door open. That's odd...Seb normally hangs out with Chris on Saturday's… She thinks to herself. 

"Lily? Hey, you home?" 

She moves to lay on her stomach and starts playing Candy Crush on her phone. "In my room!" 

Sebastian knocks lightly and peaks his head in. "So, I'm gonna need you to get changed into some jeans and a t-shirt that you don't mind potentially getting dirty." 

She looks at him like he’s grown a third eye. "Um...what?" 

He rolls his eyes. "Just...c'mon! We gotta leave in like," he checks his watch, "ten minutes." 

Lily changes, even though she's thoroughly confused, and puts on some old tennis shoes. "Okay, I'm ready. So, what are we doin'?" 

Sebastian shakes his head and opens the garage. "Can't tell ya! It's a surprise!" 

"Ugh! You know how much I hate surprises, Seb!" She groans and slides into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger. He hands her a black bandana and smirks. 

"Yeah, I know. Humor me and put that on. You're not allowed to see anything until we get there." 

"Seriously?! Fine...but I get to pick what we listen to." Lily unlocks her phone and pulls up her favorite playlist on Spotify. "Here, I'll let you get it connected while I put this on." 

Sebastian chuckles and takes her phone. "Remind me why I love you again?" 

She pulls the ends of the bandana into a knot and adjusts it over her eyes. "Because I keep you sane, not to mention I'm the fun sibling." 

"Whoa, hey now, wait a minute! I'm fun!" 

Lily scoffs, "okay, mister 'the only thing I do for fun is hang out with Chris every Saturday' you keep tellin' yourself that. Speaking of him, why aren't you two having your normal bro night anyway?" 

Even though she couldn't see him, Sebastian rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the driveway. "Well, I told you I would make it up to you for bailing on our movie night. Plus, he's got a date." 

Lily feels a pang of jealousy flood through her chest. "Oh," she hates how she can't control the hurt tone in her voice, "that's good. I hope it goes well." 

Sebastian glances over at her, immediately picking up on her change of mood. He leaves it alone for now since today is about her. 

The drive is quiet, except for the music, and Lily finds herself thinking about Chris again. Well, she often thinks about him, but now she is imagining him with another woman. Honestly, she wishes she could just tell him how she feels so she can get his reaction. Maybe if he rejects her, then she will be able to get over him. 

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Are we there yet? I feel like we've been in the car for over an hour now." 

Sebastian stops the car and puts it in park, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Yeah, we're here. You can take off the bandana now." 

Lily rips the fabric off her head and blinks to adjust to the light. Once she's able to see clearly, she gasps. "SKYDIVING?! Oh, my god! Sebby! Are you serious?!" 

She looks at him with wonder and he laughs, "yeah, I'm serious! I know how long you've been wanting to do this, and I figured it was time for me to face one of my fears." 

Lily unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over the center console to hug him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" 

He pats her on the back, "does this make me the fun sibling now?" 

"Don't push your luck, Shakespeare nerd." She pulls away and climbs out of the car. "C'mon! Let's go!" 

Angie looks herself over in her bathroom mirror for the millionth time and fixes a stray piece of hair. You look fine. Jessy was right, he's gonna love it. She tries to reassure herself as she applies a bit of lip gloss. Checking to make sure she has her phone, charger, a change of clothes, and her toothbrush, she walks down to her car. Jessy and her had the bright idea to tell their parents they were staying overnight at the other one's house. You know, just in case things go well and they decide to sleep over. 

It takes about thirty minutes to get to Tom's house, but she finally finds it. She's in awe as she parks in the driveway. It's a two-tone modern home, wood tone on the upper level and off-white on the lower. There's a balcony that wraps around and has glass paneling as a barrier. An inground pool sits off to the side of a wooden staircase.

She slings her backpack over her shoulder and makes her way to the front door. Her heels click against the asphalt and her heart thrums rapidly in her chest. Angie takes a deep breath and blows it out before knocking a few times. Seconds later, she hears footsteps and the lock clicks. 

Tom opens the door and her eyes go wide. He's wearing a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black slacks that sit low on his hips. His hair is neatly tousled and his feet are bare. Ang is so busy checking him out that she doesn't see the way he's looking at her. 

Tom stands rooted to the spot. He cannot believe how beautiful his girl looks. She's standing before him in a tight red top and short plaid skirt. Her hair is curled in loose waves, her light makeup a perfect touch to her flawless skin. He wants to devour her right there in his doorway. 

"Ang…," he looks her up and down as he bites and licks his lips, you look amazing." 

She blushes, "thank you. You look gorgeous, but you always do in my eyes." He takes her bag from her as she walks inside. "Wow, your house is beautiful." 

He sets her things down and gently grabs her hand. "Come here, darling." 

Angie spins around and looks up into his blue eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal. She nods and he pulls her flush against his body. "I can't help myself when you look this stunning, love." 

He cups Angie's cheek in one of his large hands and brings his mouth down to meet hers. She's shy, he can tell, but soon she's kissing him back with fervor. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries and it's intoxicating. Tom backs her up, presses her against the wall, and tightens his grip on her waist as she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to, but he knows if he doesn't stop now their dinner will get cold. 

He pulls away slowly and watches her. Ang is breathing heavily and her eyes are still closed. She's breathtaking. 

"Are you thirsty? I've got water, wine, Coke, Sprite, and I think there’s a case of beer in the garage." 

She opens her eyes and smirks. "I'm thirsty, but not for any of those things." 

He stutters and feels his slacks tighten, "L-Love, we…," he nods toward the kitchen, "dinner…" 

Angie grins mischievously and walks around to his other side. "You have a microwave, right?" He nods. "Well then…," she pushes him against the wall with her hands, "I say we skip dinner for now." 

Tom curses under his breath as she drops to her knees in front of him. "Besides, I have," her fingertips brush the rather large tent in his pants, "what I want right here." Angie pops the button and pulls the zipper down, her panties getting wetter by the second. 

"Fuck, Ang…" 

Tom's pants fall to his ankles and his hands shake as she lowers his boxers just enough to free him. His cock is painfully hard and she hasn't even touched him yet. Her small hand grips the base and he throws his head back. 

"Darling...please…" 

She runs her nails on the other hand down his thigh making him shiver. "I've never done this before, but I'll do my best to make it feel good." Tom's pretty sure anything Angie does will feel like heaven, but he nods anyway. 

The moment her lips close over his flared tip, he lets out the prettiest moan she's ever heard. It only fuels her to take him deeper. He's longer than he is thick, but she still has to open her mouth pretty wide. 

Once Angie has him about halfway she stops, not wanting to go any further in case she has a gag reflex. She trails her tongue tentatively along the underside of him and jumps a little when he thrusts forward slightly. 

"My, god...s-sorry baby...fuck that feels good." He threads his long fingers through her hair and wets his lips. "Want me to show you how? I'll be gentle, love." She nods as best as she can and blinks her innocent doe eyes at him. He nearly comes undone at the sight. 

His grip on her hair tightens and he begins to move her head up and down on his cock. Tom's eyes flutter closed, "oh, fuck! Darling, you're so good for me. So fucking good...mmm, yeah, move your tongue just like that, oh, my god…" 

Angie is floored by the way he's talking to her. She had no idea she would get such satisfaction from praise alone, but coming from Tom it was music to her ears. She pushes back on his thighs and he let's go of her. 

"Are you okay?" She shakes her head yes and kisses the tip of each finger on his right hand. "Fuck my mouth, please." 

Tom feels his need for her ignite into a wildfire. "God… are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you. Especially since you're new at this." 

Angie kisses the tip of his cock, a bead of precum coating her lips, "please, baby? I want you to feel good." 

He breathes a shuddering breath and swallows thickly. "Alright, love, but I want you to tap my thigh if it becomes too much. Now, open that sweet mouth for me, darling." 

Angie obeys and Tom pushes his cock between her parted lips and doesn't stop until he feels her nails dig into his skin. "Shh, relax, love. Take - oh, shit! - deep breaths through your nose. Y-Yeah, that's it. You're such a good girl, Ang. God, your mouth feels so good…" 

She feels herself relax a few seconds later and Tom slides the remaining inches down her throat. He's panting, a thin coat of sweat covering his skin, and when he feels Angie swallow he about loses his mind.

“OH, FUCK! Ang...Ang oh, my fucking god!" 

She wants more, no needs more, so she does the only thing she can think of and tries to move her head back and forth, but his grip on her is too strong. She whines softly when he pulls her hair. 

"I know, love. Just...fuck...g-give me a second. I don't want to cum just yet.” 

He evens out his breathing and starts a slow rhythm. He's trying to be careful, but the little moans she makes every time he slides down her throat are nothing shy of sinful. Angie swirls her tongue around him and he growls. 

"Oh, s-shit! Ang, I...you're...oh, god!" He looks down at her with hooded eyes. "You're so perfect, darling. O-On your knees for me, taking my cock so well. I wish you could see yourself right now. So pretty…so good… fuck!"  

Tom moans out her name and fucks her mouth a bit harder, the heat in his lower belly now a sea of molten lava. 

"I-I...love, I'm...where do you...can I-?" 

He can't even form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but Angie gets what he's asking her. She absolutely needs to taste him, needs to feel him come undone from her mouth. She does the first thing that comes to mind and grips his ass hard, pulling him forward. Tom groans and works his left hand into her hair next to his right. 

"Fuck! Oh, you're amazing, darling. So good for me." He thrusts deep and squeezes his eyes shut, "shit I'm close, Ang! I-I'm...oh, darling I'm…unghh AHH!" 

Tom's orgasm hits him like a Mack truck. His vision goes white and his legs shake while his cock pulses in her warm, wet mouth. Angie swallows everything he gives her and only pulls away when he releases the hold on her hair. 

"Did I do okay?" 

Her cheeks have tear tracks and her lips are swollen as she looks up at him through her lashes. Tom leans his head back on the wall behind him and chuckles breathily, "baby…that was…more than okay. I cannot believe that was your first time. God, I haven't felt that good in...well...ever." 

He pulls her to her feet and tucks himself back into his boxers before kissing her hungrily. He can taste himself on her tongue, but he doesn't care. She's beautiful, and he never wants to let her go. He reluctantly steps back and pulls his pants back up over his hips. 

"Shall we have dinner, my darling girl? Maybe afterwards I can return the favor." 

She nods and bites her lip. 

"Alright, why don't you have a seat and I'll dish everything up for us." 

Jessica parks outside of Chris’s house just as her phone dings. She looks down and smiles when she sees it's him telling her the door's unlocked and she can just come in when she gets there. Her eyes look back up and admire how beautiful everything is. The house is a light beige color with very modern looking features. There's a lot of windows that are trimmed with a dark, ebony wood. A huge tree casts a shadow over the shrubbery and front walk-way, allowing the low lighting from the porch to give it a warm, cozy feel. 

She locks her car, puts her keys in the front pocket of her bag, and takes a breath to calm her nerves. It's a warm evening and the leaves are beginning to turn autumn colors. Jessy approaches the front door and turns the knob, slowly entering his home. If she thought the outside was beautiful, then she wasn't prepared for the inside. It felt so inviting. The same ebony wood accented white furniture and walls, and everything had its place. Very pristine. 

She smoothes her straightened hair and fixes her dress before calling out to make her presence known. "Chris?" 

A moment later, his Boston accent echoes back to her. "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" 

She sets her bag down by the door and follows the sound of his voice. Jessica finds him in an enormous state of the art kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge kitchen island with bar stools, and a wooden floor open up into an equally beautiful dining room. Chris stands facing the stove, his back to her as he stirs something that smells absolutely amazing. 

He's casually dressed in dark jeans and a blue button down. "I hope you're hungry. I'm mak-" He stops mid-sentence as he turns around to face her, the spoon he's holding clatters to the floor. 

"Sweetheart…," he breathes, "you look absolutely incredible…" 

He walks over to her and slides his hands up her bare arms, "you got this dressed up for me?" 

She nods and shyly bites her lip. "Yeah, I-I wanted to try and look pretty since you always look… well… amazing." 

Chris’s eyes roam up and down her body, like he can't look everywhere fast enough. Her four and a half inch stilettos make her come up to just below his chin, and her makeup accentuates her eyes beautifully.

"Sweet girl, you're always pretty." He kisses her deeply, his body flush against hers as he licks into her mouth. "Honey, I'll end up eating you for dinner if I don't stop now." He smirks down at her and raises an eyebrow when her breath hitches. "Oh," he coos. "You'd like that, hm? Another time, I promise. I made my Mom's famous Cajun Chicken Alfredo and I can't wait for you to try it."

He brushes her cheek and goes back to the stove to finish up their food. He pours her a glass of red wine and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. "You look even more beautiful in the candlelight, sweetheart." He kisses her cheek and puts a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of her. "It's hot, so be careful, okay?" 

Jessica nods. Thank you, Chris. This looks delicious." 

They chat while they eat, getting to know one another better. Talking to Chris comes naturally. It feels like she's known him for years. She tells him about Shayly and Jameson, skipping the part about how she basically lived with them. Chris beams as he talks about his family. Jessy learns that he has three siblings. A younger brother Scott, an actor who's happily dating his boyfriend of two years, an older sister Carly who's also an actress, and a younger sister Shanna who's an aspiring author. He mentions that his Mom's an actress as well, and his Dad's a dentist. 

Chris casually asks her about her parents and she tries not to show her grimace, but, of course, he picks up on it. "Jessy? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to.” 

She shakes her head and looks at her half empty plate. "No, you didn't… I just… my childhood wasn't that great. 'S kinda why my Mom and I moved here." 

Chris watches her push a noodle around with her fork, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He takes her hand and she closes her eyes. "I know I need to. I haven't told anyone...not even Shayly. I just...I don't know if I can." 

He stands up and holds out his hand, "come here, honey. Let's go sit down in my living room." 

She lets him lead her to the other side of his house and smiles when she sees Dodger sprawled out on the floor. "Hey, buddy! Remember me?" He jumps up and wags his tail happily, "oh, you're so cute! Wook at your cute wittle face!" 

Chris chuckles, his heart full of happiness at the sight of Jessy baby talking to his best friend. "I think I've been replaced. How could you, Dodge?! I give you everything and the moment a beautiful woman comes in the house I'm chopped liver. Typical." He's joking, of course, and grins when Jessica rolls her eyes playfully. 

"Listen, babe, I can't help it. Dogs just get me, ya know?" 

Chris tosses Dodger one of his favorite bones and sits down. "C'mere, baby. Come sit." He pats his thigh and gingerly pulls her into his lap. His thumb caresses her cheek, "you can tell me as much or as little as you need, sweetheart. I won't talk while you are. I'm here to listen, okay?" 

Jessy plays with her hands, focusing on Dodge happily chewing away at his treat. "It's a long story, but I… I really feel like I can trust you with it. So many people have asked me to open up about it, but I've never wanted to. Not until I met you." 

Chris takes one of her hands in his and kisses the back of her knuckles, sweetly. "I'm honored you feel that way, Jessy. I promise not to tell anyone anything you're about to tell me. Not even Sebastian or Tom." 

She takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat, preparing to tell him everything.

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"The earliest memory I have of my Father is from when I was four years old. He's actually my Step-Father. My real Dad died when I was a baby. Anyway, I was playing out on the back patio with my building blocks and heard him yelling at my Mom. I don't remember what it was about, but he was staggering and waving his hands around. My Mom was crying and he must have gotten sick of hearing her because I watched him hit her." 

Chris began rubbing her back and she took a moment to collect herself. "It went on like that for years. He was always drunk, and my Mom worked two jobs to keep us from losing the house. H-He got fired and sat at home, just drinking in front of the TV. When um…" Jessy squeezes her eyes shut and tries desperately not to cry. Chris turns her in his lap so she's facing him and kisses her forehead, "you don't have to tell me, baby. It's okay." Jessica shakes her head, "n-no I-I need to. It's just hard reliving the memories."

Chris holds her waist and rubs his thumbs in the little divots of her hips, trying his best to comfort her. "When he wasn't black out drunk, he'd sometimes…," she closes her eyes and lets a couple of tears fall, "h-he'd sometimes touch me…," she whispers shakily. Chris’s grip tightens on her waist and he clenches jaw, but stays quiet so she can finish. "He never….actually um...put anything inside of me, but he touched me o-on the outside. I had to touch him too...he told me if I ever told anyone he'd k-kill me." Jessy was full blown crying now, but she needs this weight off her chest. 

"My Mom doesn't know. No one does… except you. If I tried to um… to stop him he'd hit me or grab my face so hard that it left bruises. I wasn't physically strong enough to get away, so I just… I let him do those… things because I thought I had to. The sooner I complied, the sooner he'd get it over with and go to sleep." She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, "the first time it happened I was five. It didn't stop until I was twelve. 

He um… he lost interest in me when I...when I hit puberty. I still got hit when I made him angry though. My Mom got the worst of it, and when I was fourteen I started protecting her. I-I'd push her behind me a-and take the brunt of it. It was all the same to him. As long as he could take his anger out on someone, it didn't matter who it was." She takes a shaky breath and lets it out. "My mom finally filed for divorce a few weeks ago. That's why we moved here. To get away… from him." 

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Jessy opens her eyes and looks into Chris’s. The emotion in them is overwhelming. She starts to softly sob and he moves his hands to her cheeks. "Shh, I've got you, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so horrible. You have to know none of that was your fault. You know that, right?" 

She nods and lets out a choked sob. 

"You're safe now, baby. I won't let anybody hurt you ever again. I'm here now, and you're safe with me, sweetheart." 

He dries her tears with the throw blanket draped over the couch and holds her close. "Will you kiss me?" 

He nods, "I'll give you whatever you need, baby." 

His kiss is careful, like she'll break if he's too rough. Jessy grips his shirt and deepens the kiss, trying hard to push the bad memories from her mind. He slides his right hand up her back until his fingers are embedded in her long red hair. She whimpers and shifts in his lap making him groan. 

"Jessy… maybe we should stop. I don't want this to lead to something you're not ready for." 

She whines and moves his free hand to her chest. "I need this… please, Chris? I wanna forget everything he did to me. Please make me forget…" 

He pecks her lips and rests his forehead against hers. "Okay, whatever you need, love." He moves his hands up and down her sides, "how do you want to do this? Tell me what you need, honey." 

Jessica rolls her hips and watches as his eyes flutter closed. "Is like this okay? I-I don't know if I'm ready for um...well for anything more than that." 

Chris swallows hard, "yeah, that's fine, sweetheart. You wanna leave the dress on?" 

Jessica bites her lip and sits back, crossing her hands so she can lift the velvety fabric over her head. Chris’s jaw drops. She's completely bare, no bra or panties, and he can feel himself harden instantly. 

"Fuck...Jessy you're breathtaking," he breathes. "Look even more beautiful than I imagined." 

She blushes and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. "T-Thanks, but you're way more beautiful than me." 

Chris frowns and mentally makes a note to talk to her about that comment later. Right now her pleasure is his priority. He helps her remove his shirt and watches as she marvels at his chest. Her small fingers trace one of his tattoos and it makes him shiver. 

Tentatively, Jessy begins rocking her hips against him. Her lips are parted and every so often a soft moan fills the space between them. "Touch me," she whispers. 

Chris gently flicks the pad of his thumb over her nipple, making it harden under his touch. Jessica throws her head back and grinds down on him harder. "Chris! M-More...please…" He takes one of them in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her moans are louder now, his jeans wet with her arousal. 

"God, sweetheart, look at you. You're so pretty, movin' over my cock. That's it, just like that… mmm shit baby… you feel how hard I am? Could cum just watchin' you like this." 

Jessy grabs his hair and pulls to give her more control as she quickens her pace. "Oh, Chris! Feels so good… fuck!  Baby," her voice is a breathy moan as she looks into his eyes, "wanna make y-you feel good too." 

He swipes his thumb along the seam of her lips and can't help the filthy noise he makes when she sucks it into her mouth. "Shit! J-Jessy…oh, sweetheart, trust me, watchin' you make yourself feel good is more than enough for me.” 

She leans down to kiss and lick the skin on his neck and he raises his hips to meet hers. "That feel good, honey? You want me to keep movin' my hips like this?" 

She whines and digs her nails into his biceps. "Yes! Don't stop…please...oh, god!" 

She's dripping wet now, his cock leaking precum as she rocks her hips rapidly. The slight sting of denim against her clit sends jolt after jolt of heat through her body that gathers in her lower abdomen. It starts to simmer, slowly growing hotter by the second.

Chris kisses her, deep and passionate, guiding her hips so her soaked core glides over the head of his cock on every pass. She's ethereal to him. He can't believe this gorgeous woman finds this much pleasure in his body. Out of every woman he's ever been with, Jessica's the only one he's ever felt this strongly for. He isn't in love with her, no, he's not ready for that yet. It's too soon after Amanda, but she just...does something to him that he can't quite explain yet. 

She whimpers and reaches for his right hand, "please…need you...wanna cum…" 

His eyes roll back when she brings his fingers to her clit. "God! Honey, you're fuckin' soaked. I turn you on this much?" He moves his thumb in lazy circles making her legs shake. "C'mon, baby, that's it. You're close. Can hear how wet you are too. So damn pretty, baby." 

Jessy clings to his shoulders and kisses him hard. Her mouth stumbles against his as her whole body begins to shake. "Oh, Chris," she breathes against his lips, "Chris I- oh, my god!" 

He takes her lip between his teeth and bites down gently, "that's right, Jessica. Let go…come all over my cock, sweetheart." 

Chris's words send her falling over the edge, her nails scratching down his arms as she throws her head back and screams his name. He holds her steady and works her through her orgasm making sure to draw it out as long as he can. Jessy grips his wrist and he finally pulls away as she rests her head on his bare shoulder. 

"C-Chris," she half whines, half pants, "felt so good…" 

He kisses her hair and runs his fingertips up and down her back. "Did so good for me, honey." 

Jess pulls back to look down into his lust-blown eyes. It occurs to her that he's still very much hard, and she reaches down to cup him through his pants making him hiss. "Baby…what are you doin'?" 

She giggles and kisses the tip of his nose. "Isn't it obvious? I wanna make you cum too." 

His breathing gets heavier as she continues to stroke his clothed cock. "'M okay, Jessy. Y-You don't ha- fuck - have too." 

She starts a trail of kisses down his chest as she moves to kneel on the floor in front of him. "Oh, but I want to. Wanna taste you." 

She looks up at him with big eyes and he almost cums from that alone. "Please, handsome?" 

Sebastian and Lily approach the hanger and greet their instructor cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Lily and this is my big brother, Sebastian." 

The man smiles and shakes their hands. "We've been expecting you two! I've gotten quite familiar with Sebastian over the past couple of days. I'm Dean Wesson and I'll be your instructor today." 

He points to four other people across the room, "these guys will be assisting you with your jump." Dean points from left to right, those two in the silver and black suits are Sam and Steve Hammond and the ones in the blue and white are Scott Leighton and Tommy King." 

Dean goes over the basics with them. He gets Seb and Lily fitted into their own suits and helmets before bringing them into the gear room. "Okay, so here's a breakdown of all the different parts of your pack. When you're wearing it it'll be pretty snug. On the bottom right underside is the pull for your main shute. You'll reach back behind you to grab it and pull hard to release." Dean points to the left shoulder strap, "this is your reserve shute should your main one fail. The red pull on the right strap is what you'll use if your main shute gets tangled and you have to cut it away. Does that all make sense?" 

The two of them nod and they sign a waiver before getting their packs fitted to their suits. All seven of them head to the plane and buckle themselves in for take off. Ironically, Lily learns that taking off is actually more dangerous than the dive. Once they're in the air, she glances over at Sebastian. He's putting up a front, but she can tell he's scared. 

"Hey," she reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "you good?" 

He gives her a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. "Yeah…, I'm good." 

Lily frowns, "Seb, if you don't wanna do this-" 

"It's alright, Lil. I told you I'd make it up to you, and I meant it. Even if I gotta do something that scares me to death. Anything to make my baby sister happy." He grins and pulls her into a side hug. 

"Alright, folks! We're at fifteen hundred feet. Go ahead and remove your seatbelts and do a final check of your gear. Once you've triple checked everything you can put your helmet on." 

After making sure they're all secure, Sam and Steve talk to Sebastian while Tommy and Scott prep Lily for her jump. She decides to go first and moves closer to the door. Once it's open, she waits for the signal. Tommy gives her the thumbs up and she steals a final look at her brother before jumping. 

Scott grabs onto her left shoulder while Tommy takes the right. Because it's impossible to hear them at the speed they're falling, they use hand and arm signals to communicate. Lily has her arms out in front of her, slightly at an angle, with her fingers bent a little. Her knees are also bent and spread out, and it makes her look like one of those flying squirrels. Her head is up and back so she can keep the right velocity. Tommy instructs her to do a couple of practice pulls. She reaches back and barely tugs on the release of her main shute two times and he seems satisfied. 

The ground is getting bigger now, and she briefly wonders if Sebastian is okay. She can't see him, but she hopes he's alright. He's her brother after all. A few minutes later Tommy gives her the go ahead to open her shute and she spreads her arms wide, sticks them in front of her, and reaches back behind her to grab the pull. This time, she tugs on it hard and a moment later she's jerked upwards as her parachute fully expands. 

The view is unbelievable. Trees, roads, fields, and bodies of water, all of it is so small from here. Lily glances up and over her shoulder and smiles when she sees that Sebastian’s shute is also safely open. Her instructors point her left and she angles her body to turn. As the ground becomes closer, she leans back slightly, bending her legs just like she was taught. She touches down safely and rolls a little as her speed catches up to her. Her heart is racing and her whole body tingles with adrenaline. 

Sebastian lands moments later and comes up to sit on his knees once he stops rolling. Lily takes her helmet off and unclips the pack from her suit. "Seb!" She runs towards him and crouches down as he removes his helmet. His eyes are closed and he doesn't look like he feels good. 

Lily crouches down behind him and rubs his back as he gets sick. "Are you okay?" 

He nods, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit. "Y-Yeah… I'm okay." 

She helps him to his feet and begins to fold his shute up for him. "What did you think?" 

He sways a little when he stands, trying not to throw up again. "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did I do well in making it up to you?" 

Lily tucks it back into his pack and smiles wide. "That. Was. AMAZING! God, the rush, the wind in my hair, the view, it was better than I expected!" 

She rolls up her parachute and grabs her gear before taking the short walk back to the main hangar. After they've put everything away and changed back into their normal clothes, they say their 'thank you's' and 'goodbye's' before heading back to Sebastian’s car. 

They climb in and Lily turns to face him, "I can't believe you got sick you dork! It wasn't that bad, was it?" Lily picks fun at him playfully and Sebastian rolls his eyes. 

"Alright, how about we go to the pet store downtown and hold tarantulas next?" 

She shivers and crinkles her nose in disgust, "oh, hell no! That is not happening!" 

Sebastian chuckles and pulls out of the lot onto the main road. "Mmkay, well, I'm gonna stop and get a Sprite since I feel like shit, do you want anything?" 

Lily reconnects her phone to his Bluetooth and clicks on 'Guys my Age' before putting her seatbelt on. "Ooo! Can we get McDonald's cheeseburgers?" 

He nods, "sure. Today's all about you, Lil." 

Seb listens as she sings along to the song and can see that she's scrolling through her camera roll. He doesn't mean to, but in the process of looking to see if any cars are coming at a busy intersection, something catches his eye. It's a text message conversation. He can't make out the words because she's too far away, but he does see a familiar picture of him and Chris that he uploaded to Instagram a week or so ago. 

Lily bites her lip and leans back against the headrest closing her eyes. This song always stirs up her feelings for Chris. Her and Ang are texting about her day and she told her about how she's the fun sibling. Angie didn't believe that all Seb does for fun is spend his Saturday's at Chris’s, so she sent her a recent photo of then from his Insta. She'd saved it to her phone gallery as soon as she saw it. Chris looks so good in it. He's wearing one of his tight t-shirts that leaves little to the imagination and it drives her crazy. The chorus comes on and she sings along with it, her mind picturing bluish-green eyes and a sweet smile. 

Sebastian furrows his brows and glances over at his sister. She's singing and her mind seems far away. A thought crosses his mind, but he shakes it away almost instantly. It was silly anyway. They've been best friends since she was eleven and he'd always thought she'd look to him as another older brother. There's no way Lily has romantic feelings for Chris…right? 

Tom walks back in the dining room and sets a plate down in front of Angie. It's her favorite, an omelette with American cheese, peppers, onions, and some salsa drizzled on top. He's paired it with some bacon and rye toast, and it makes her mouth water. 

"Oh, this looks amazing! How'd you know it was my favorite?" 

Tom laughs and takes a seat across from her. "I didn't. Omelets happen to be my favorite too, darling." 

The two of them eat and play the game where one person asks the other a question and then they switch. "When's your birthday?" Tom asks and looks across the table at her. She points her fork at him and swallows her bite of food. 

"Believe it or not, it's the same day as my favorite holiday. Halloween!" 

His eyes widen, "that's so cool! Mine is February ninth. I was almost a Valentine's Day baby!" 

"Alright, where were you born?" 

He takes a sip of wine, "Westminster, London. I actually have dual citizenship which is good for when I go and visit my family." 

Angie's eyes light up with wonder. "Wow! I've never been out of the country, but I've always wanted to go! I bet London is so pretty! I dreamed of seeing Big Ben and Buckingham Palace in person when I was a little girl." 

"I'll take you, love" 

Ang chokes on her wine making it nearly come out her nose. "I-I'm sorry? You'll what now?" 

Tom reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, rubbing little circles, "I'll take you to London, Ang. I go at least twice a year and I haven't been since March. My mum will be calling me any time now demanding I come back to visit soon." 

She stares at him, her jaw slack, "I… there's no way I can pay for that…" 

He chuckles and shakes his head, "don't be silly. I plan on buying your ticket and everything else while we're there anyway." 

"Tom," she whispers, "…I can't let you spend that much money on me." 

He gets up and walks around the table, crouching down to her level. "Darling, please? I really want to do this." He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "besides...I can think of ways for you to pay me back. One's that don't involve money." 

He winks and her cheeks flush. "Okay, you can take me to London, BUT only if you promise not to go overboard on the money you spend on me! Promise me." He stands and lifts her up, spinning around in a circle, "I promise, love." 

He kisses her again, only this time with more passion. Angie wraps her legs around his waist while he carries her into his bedroom. It's very clean, a four poster bed, and it smells like him. That's all she gathers of her surroundings because the next second she's against the wall. Tom peppers kisses along her jaw, slowly moving to her neck. Angie moans and tilts her head back to grant him more access. 

"Tom," she whines, "oh, god, please!" 

He nips at the skin below her ear, "please what, love?" His clothed cock is putting delicious pressure on her clit making it hard to think, let alone breathe. "Wanna feel you… y-your - oh, my god - your fingers." 

Tom's left hand tangles in her long, dark locks, while his right slides underneath her shirt. "Well, why didn't you just say so, my darling girl?"

He lifts her red shirt over her head and tosses it somewhere behind him. His eyes darken as they roam her newly exposed skin. "Absolutely stunning…" 

His mouth leaves her skin burning hot wherever it touches and his big hands knead her breasts until her nipples are hardened peaks. "Tom! Need you...please 'm so wet…" 

"Oh, I know you do," he delves his tongue into her mouth and moves it against hers, pulling away only when he needs air. "But I happen to love hearing your sweet voice beg for me, so, what do you think we should do about this?" 

Angie whimpers and moves her hand down to slide up her skirt. Tom catches her wrist before she can touch herself, pinning her arms above her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to do that, love." 

She lets out a frustrated moan, her chest heaving as she gives him a desperate look. "Tom, please! Oh, god...please please touch me! I need it, baby. Wanna cum for you. I'll do anything! Just, please...don't leave me like this!" 

He pulls down her bra and takes one of her hard nipples between his teeth. She cries out and tries to move her hips to gain any sort of friction, but her attempts are unsuccessful. He has her pinned effortlessly, allowing her little to no movement, and it makes her dizzy with want. 

"You want these, darling?" He shows her his hand and smirks. "Want me to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to let you cum?" 

She nods rapidly, "Yes! Fuck...please! Need it so bad!" 

Tom is pretty sure he can cum just from watching her like this. All needy and desperate for his touch. She's so fucking beautiful, and even more so with flushed skin and hooded eyes. He can feel how wet she is through his pants and it makes his cock twitch. He moves a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, squeezing until Angie's eyes flutter shut. He still has her hands pinned with his left, so he slides his right up her inner thigh. His touch is light, barely-there, and he bites his lip when her skin becomes covered in goosebumps. 

The closer he gets to her pussy, the faster she breathes, and when his index and middle fingers brush her wet panties he groans. "God, baby…these are soaked through. You really want my fingers that badly, hm?" 

All she can do is whimper, but he gives in anyway. Tom pushes them to the side and glides his fingers back and forth through her arousal. The noises she's making are his motivation. He knows she's still a virgin and even though he thinks she's wet enough to take two of them, he starts with one. 

Carefully, he pushes his middle finger inside of her and hums low and primal at how tight she is. "Such a good girl, Ang. All warm and snug around me. That feel good, love?" He watches as she shakes her head and licks her lips. "You want more, baby? Think you can take two?" Another nod. "Say it, precious girl. Tell me you want it." 

Angie is certain that she will die if Tom doesn't make her cum in the next five minutes. At this point she'd walk a tight rope over the Grand Canyon for this man to fuck her. "I w-want it, Tom! Fuck...I can't...I need… shit, baby...please!" 

He lets out a breathy laugh and slides his index finger through her folds a few times before pushing it in beside his other digit. 

"Oh, my god! Oh, feels so good!" 

He slowly starts to move them in and out, the sound of her wetness filling his room. "Mmm, yeah, baby? I'm glad it feels good. I can't wait to see how pretty you look when you come undone in my arms. You'll be nothing short of breathtaking, I'm sure." 

He goes a bit faster and curls them slightly, searching for the spot he knows will drive her wild. Tom knows he finds it when she suddenly cries out, her juices beginning to drip down his hand. 

"There it is, love. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan my name...makes me wanna cum just watching you like this, Ang." He pumps his fingers faster and pulls her into a kiss. Her body's shaking as she whimpers into his mouth. "Are you close, darling? I want you to cum, baby. C'mon, be my good girl and cum for me." 

Angie has never felt pleasure like this in her life. She's touched herself before, but it's never felt like this. Hell, she didn't even know that spot existed until his thick fingers began rubbing it. Now that she knows it's there and how fucking good Tom is, she's addicted. She can feel her walls begin to clench and when his thumb moves over her clit she loses it. 

"Tom! Tom! Oh, fuck, TOM! I… I… g-gonna cu-OH, FUCK!" 

She throws her head back and cries out his name over and over like a mantra, her cum thoroughly soaking his hand. Her legs are shaking so hard that she'd have collapsed if he wasn't holding her up. Once she can think somewhat straight again, she opens her eyes and bites her lip as she watches Tom put his fingers in his mouth. 

"Holy shit…" 

It's all she can say, but he seems to understand. 

"Sweetheart, you look a little restricted there." Angie gestures to his pants and bites her lip. "How about I get on my knees again, but this time you make yourself cum...while I watch…" 

Tom almost does from her words alone. He watches as she kneels in front of again, looking at him with those innocent brown eyes. 

"'M not gonna last long, love. Not with you looking up at me like that." 

He takes himself out of his slacks and puts his left hand on the wall, slowly starting to pump himself with the right. "Shit…you look so sexy when you cum, baby. Love the sounds you made while I fucked that sweet pussy - mmm, fuck - with my fingers. 

Angie drags her nails down his thighs and watches his mouth drop open. Tom's hand moves faster, twisting slightly when he slides over the flared head. She wants to taste him again, the salty, bitter tang of him becoming something she knows she'll crave. 

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me taste you again." 

Tom growls and grabs a fistful of her hair. "Open." 

Angie obeys immediately and a second or two later he throws his head back, her name falling from his lips as he spills into her mouth. 

She makes sure not to miss a drop, closing  her lips around the tip of his cock until he's too sensitive to handle it anymore. He's hunched over still, sweaty and panting, and Angie can't believe how sexy he looks like this. She rises to her feet and kisses him deeply. 

"Did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." 

Tom lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, love," He smiles lazily.

Since he's already partially undressed, Tom strips completely and throws on a t-shirt and sweats. "I don't know how long you plan to stay darling, but you can borrow some comfortable clothes if you want." 

Angie goes on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, "actually…Jessy and I kind of already have things covered." 

He rests his hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" 

She grins innocently, "well, see, Jessy also had a date tonight. Her and Chris are probably gettin' nasty just like we were, but anywho, she and I already told our parents that we were staying at the other's house." 

Tom laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else. Alright then, I'll let you pick out something to wear, and I'll make some popcorn for us to eat while we watch a movie."

Chris is about to lose his mind from the way Jessy's begging to go down on him. Her brilliant hazel eyes stare up at him as he swallows. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me take these off." 

She scoots back and waits patiently while he takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them on the nearby chair carelessly. 

Jessy tugs on his hand until he gets down on the floor with her. Dodger has moved to Chris’s bed so they have more room to spread out. 

"Honey, why are we on the floor?" 

"'Cause I want you to lay down. I wanna be able to touch all of you." She gently pushes him until he's laying on his back. His left hand cradles her cheek as her petite body hovers over his.

"Jessica…you know you're beautiful, right?" Chris brushes her hair back gingerly and admires her lovingly. 

She casts her eyes down to his chest and draws little shapes with her fingertips. "Sweetheart, look at me." 

She hesitates, and when she does, her eyes pool with tears. "I...I've never once felt like I was even remotely pretty. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I...I feel dirty." She blinks back tears and tries to sit up, but Chris’s grip is to strong. "I-I can't...I can't wash it off." 

His heart constricts painfully at how broken she sounds. "What can't you wash off, baby?" 

She lets out a choked sob, "h-him...all the times he… when he… I-I can't make it go away…" 

Chris pulls her to his chest and turns them so she's laying on her side. "Shh. I've got you, sweet girl. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Not ever. You believe me, right?" 

Her lip quivers and she inhales sharply. "Yes, but I don't understand why you even want me…," she closes her eyes and buries her head in the crook of his neck. 

Chris holds her while she softly cries and pets her hair. "Jessy, why on Earth would you think such a thing? Why wouldn't I want you?" 

"I'm tainted…" 

Her voice is so small, almost inaudible. He wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't this close to him. The moment the words leave her mouth he feels his heart break. He gently rolls her onto her back and props himself up on his arm. 

"Oh, honey, no. Don't you dare think that way. Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me when I tell you this." 

Jessy opens her eyes reluctantly and wipes the mascara off her cheeks. 

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

She shakes her head no, and he frowns. "Yes. You. Are," he enunciates every word and kisses her lips gently. "The moment I laid my eyes on you at the park my whole world stopped. I had no idea anyone could be so damn pretty. I've been on this planet for forty years, and I've had my fair share of relationships. Hell, I'm a widower, baby."

Jessy's eyes snap up to his and her tiny hand caresses his cheek. "Chris…" 

He silences her with another kiss. "I'm okay, sweetheart. She was sick, and as much as I wished she could stay, I didn't want her to suffer anymore." He kisses her forehead before continuing. "I'm telling you all of this because out of everyone I've ever been with, you are the only woman who's ever made me truly believe angels exist. I don't care how long it takes, but I will spend every day showing you just how beautiful you are...well, for as long as you'll let me anyway. I'll try my hardest to never hurt you."

Jessy gives him a tearful smile and kisses him hard. "Thank you." 

"You don't have to thank me for being honest, honey. Now, I know you were dead set on continuing our little escapade, but I'm pretty tired. Can you sleep over? I don't wanna let you go just yet." 

She nods and giggles, "yeah, about that, Angie and I kind of told a white lie." 

He tilts his head in confusion, "what did you girls do this time?" 

She rubs his chest and plays with the hair being mindful not to pull it. "We told our parents that we were staying at each other's houses since we both had dates tonight. She's probably suckin' face with Tom right now," she lets out a laugh and smiles up at him. 

Chris beams at her, "there's my favorite smile. Well, I'm glad Tom's gettin' some too. I swear, that man's been single the entire time I've known him." He stands and scoops her up into his arms. "Ahh! Chris! I can walk, ya know." 

"I know," he winks, "I just decided I'd rather carry you." Dodger lifts his head and shakes it back and forth, his tail wagging happily. "Hey, buddy, we gotta share the bed tonight, okay? Jessy is sleepin' over and you're gonna have to let her sleep in the middle. He yawns and curls up at the foot of the bed. "Good boy, Dodge." 

Chris lays Jessy down and climbs under the covers beside her, pulling her into his arms again. "I had a wonderful evening and I'm excited to spend the day with you tomorrow," he whispers and kisses her lips softly. 

"Me too," she snuggles closer and lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against her temple. It only takes a few minutes before he hears her breathing even out, and he holds her a little tighter before closing his own eyes. 

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

[dixongrimesgirl]

What To Write In January 2023

Couples I’m open to write for:

Manifest(Zeke x Mic, Olive x TJ)

Fringe (Peter x Olivia)

Lost (James x Juliet, Jack x Kate, Claire x Charlie, Shannon x Sayid)

MCU (Natasha x Steve)

The Faculty (Stan x Stokes)

Aliens (Hicks x Ripley)

Terminator (Sarah x Kyle)

Star Wars (Han x Leia, Rey x Kylo Ren)

Harry Potter (Harry x Ginny, Hermione x Ron, Snape x Lily)

Babylon 5 (Susan x Marcus, John x Delenn)

The Flash (Barry x Iris)

Arrow (Oliver x Felicity, Thea x Roy)

Once Upon A Time (Emma x Killian, Regina x Robin)

Private Eyes (Angie x Shade)

Lucifer (Dan x Charlotte, Lucifer x Chloe)

X Reader:

MCU (Steve, Thor, Clint)

Fringe (Peter, Charlie)

Lost(Jack, James)

Manifest (Zeke)

The faculty (zeke, casey)

Aliens (Hicks)

Terminator (Kyle)

Star Wars (Han)

Harry Potter (Harry, Neville, Snape)

Babylon 5 (Marcus)

the flash (barry)

Arrow (Oliver)

Once Upon A Time (Killian, Robin)

Lucifer (Dan, Lucifer)

Types:

SMUT

FLUFF

ANGST

All requests are greatly appreciated.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

How would you rate my odd rarepairs?

Makoto x Yasuhiro

Makoto x Four from BFDI

Yasuhiro x Angie

Mondo x Miu

Leon x Nagito

Sayaka x Komaru

Komaru x Tsumugi

Bonus OT3!

Yasuhiro x Kazuichi x Kaito

It's kinda cute, the age gap really gets me with most yasuhiro ships but as yasuhiro is like the one person that makes makoto sick of someones shit just so much it is entertaining to see them interact

*googles who the fuck four from bfdi even is* i have decided i don't want to know

I know I just said the age gap thing but angie and yasuhiro is hysterical to me yasuhiro joins a pyramid scheme moments

Mondo and Miu? Well! It would be funny! I'll give it that much!

Leon and Nagito? I don't ship it but with how they interact with nagito being like "Haha noo dont ditch your talent your so sexy" and leon being "oh my god shut the fuck up" there is DEFINITELY something there, I'd never seek out but like if i saw it on ao3 with a funny description id click on it

Komaru deserves good things I agree, I don't see it ending well admittedly because I feel like Sayaka dating a stan is just... going to end poorly, but go Komaru go! lets go lesbians!

Komaru and Tsumugi? Finally, someone who lets komaru talk about manga, cute normie lesbian couple, they cosplay the bomb inside her together

Yasuhiro X Kazuichi x Kaito just makes me think of a so bad its funny ghost hunting show and honestly? I'd watch the shit out of that show, shittier more chaotic buzzfeed unsolved energies

[eregyrn-falls-art]

MerGucket AU! And a slightly-belated happy birthday to @thelastspeecher! (click to embiggen)

I really enjoy TheLastSpeecher’s AUs, and my favorite is probably the MerGucket AU and its various offshoots (see their work at the mergucket au tag here for an explanation).  I’ve been wanting to do art for it for a while (I did some portraits for it during Inktober), and this seemed like a good time to get off my butt and do it!  Thanks for all of the fun ideas and ficlets!

For all of the designs and details here, I’m completely indebted to @agent-jaselin‘s extensive work (see it at the mergucket au tag here).

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes #153 Ring Bear

Asmo: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake~ Mc: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear Asmo: ... Asmo: You mean ring bearER, right? Mc: ... Asmo: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding~*Smiles at them but is slightly scaring them*

*The ring bear was Beel on his bear onesie*

[mizurei]

All I ever wanted was to hear someone say that I didn’t have to try so hard to be perfect, that I was enough and that it was okay.

Machi for my precious Angie @eremikas ♡♡♡

[bestialchorus]

“The Invisible String” (Falling for Donna Beneviento)- Chapter 1

Donna quietly gasps as your fingers lightly brush against each other. The head of the house immediately jerks her hand away in response, acting as if the minimal contact had burned her flesh. Despite her reaction, she doesn’t completely pull away, instead her hand freezes in midair as she mentally processes what to do next, her fingers ever so slightly shaking. You watch the scene from the corner of your eye, feigning ignorance as you pick up the brush you were originally reaching for. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass her by drawing attention to her sudden jitteriness. You take no offence as you’re well aware of how her anxiety can manifest in different ways. You instead begin painting the face of one of Donna’s latest creations, giving it your own touch of life, avoiding her gaze.

To call the air between you both as heavy would be an understatement. For Donna was quieter than usual, if that’s even possible, while thoughts plague your mind. Thoughts filled with unspoken words that prick at your tongue, wishing to be set free. You sit in silence as all

that can be heard throughout the Beneviento home is an old grandfather clock ticking away down the hall. You couldn’t help but be grateful for the ancient clock as its presence always helped anchor you to reality, an issue that proved to be difficult whenever you were near the shrouded woman.

The tension you currently feel is nothing new.  For months it’s been bubbling beneath the surface, quietly peeking through now and again. You always felt it in the woman’s presence but chose to never vocalize it, naively hoping it would go away….but it never did.

For months you desperately tried to repress how the puppeteer made you feel, only to fail miserably. Every moment with Donna threatened to take your breath away, from the passing glances, accidental touches, and restless dreams you had no control over…but how you craved them. The longer you spent within the Beneviento home, the more you tried to sever any hope of the woman returning your affections. For to hope was to dream and dreams didn’t last long within reality’s grasp, not when you were a common painter and she, a woman with status and power.

For some reason, the tension in the air feels stronger than usual or perhaps it was simply all in your head. Perhaps you’re finally being punished for your naivete as your affections now threaten to flood your system. Your heart begins to pump faster as you imagine finally confessing to the woman in black. To think, a brush of fingers would be the final straw.

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This all-started months ago when a shadowy member of house Beneviento had informed you had been summoned. You couldn’t help but feel anxiety bubble in the pit of your stomach as you automatically assumed the worst. All you knew about Mistress Beneviento were the rampant rumours that swirled around why she chose to conceal her identity at all costs; some say she was born with a monstrous appearance, others believe the flesh off her face had completely melted off in a horrific accident, while someone else had personally told you she was probably a cursed body with no head at all. You had never been one for rumours, but you felt nervous all the same, what could the head of a house want with a simple artist like yourself? Surely, she could afford a painter of well-known status if she wanted a portrait done.

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The pathway towards House Beneviento would only fuel the stories of horror and enigma attached to the mysterious family. Isolated on a wintery cliff, overlooking a grand waterfall, you feel every inch of your being telling you to go back the closer you get to the eerie house. Despite the status of the Beneviento name, you see no sign of life surrounding it; no groundskeepers or servants to be spoken of.

The heavy wooden door closes behind you with a loud creak. Your confusion only grows as no help comes to announce your arrival, the space is seemingly empty. Despite the home’s quiet nature, you can’t help but find it surprisingly “cozy” as deep rich wood surrounds you. Lights create a warm glow throughout the space, contrasting with the harsh winter winds you hear rattle against the windows.  

A voice suddenly speaks from the top of the stairs, making you jump back. You jerk your head towards the sound as your gaze falls on none other than the mistress of the house, Donna Beneviento. Off first glance, she is as mysterious as all the rumours suggested, covered from head to toe in a long dark dress and veil, showing no skin except for her hands. Despite the image, you don’t find her as unnerving as you originally thought you would. Sure, there was definitely something about her that was almost otherworldly but so far, not in a threatening way.

“Welcome to my home, Lady Y/N.” She greets in a low and soft voice.

You hold a hand over your heart as you wait for it to relax, she’s truly given you a fright but you’re more concerned of how she was able to appear without making her presence known. Surely you would have heard her steps against the wood, right? You shake your head of the thought as you try answer as politely as you can, having no experience interacting with anyone from the four families.

“Of course, Mistress Beneviento. It’s no trouble at all, how ah…can I be of assistance?”

The woman takes a pause before answering, almost frozen in place. You feel a bit awkward under her “gaze”, wondering if she’s silently judging you from under her veil. Finally, she extends a hand towards the hallway to her right, no rush in her movement as she answers.

“Perhaps it is better if I showed you.”

You follow her upstairs, and she leads you to a room filled with porcelain dolls, each dressed to reflect a unique personality. Upon closer inspection, you take in how much love was put into them; from ornate detailing to masterful craftmanship. Out of every scenario you could have imagined you’d find within House Beneviento, this could never have been one of them.

Donna’s voice comes out almost in a whisper.

“I could use your help bringing more to life…I’m aware of the skill you possess.”

Most would find her phrasing a bit bizarre, but you picked up on the vulnerability in her voice, highlighting just how much these dolls clearly meant to her. You turn towards her and notice how she softly runs a thumb over her other hand, you assume it to be a self-soothing technique. The gesture makes you notice how nice her hands are in shape, delicate yet slender and her nails perfectly painted.

From that day on you became Donna Beneviento’s artistic assistant, helping her paint, build and touch-up her “children”.  Days turned into weeks and weeks into months as you worked side by side in her large workshop. You honestly enjoyed the work but quickly found yourself enjoying her presence even more.

The image of the eerie woman quickly sheds away the more you get to know her. Ultimately what lies under the veil is a timid woman who preferred not to draw attention to herself. From what you can pick up, it seems all Donna wants is to live comfortably in her home while pursuing her passions. She enjoys needlework and keeping countless journals. She has little issue working well within the night whenever she started a new project of any kind. She is a far cry from the stereotypes attached to her status and rumoured state. The head of House Beneviento was instead an artistic soul who was gentle in mannerisms as she was with you.

Donna would openly concern herself with your health, showing worry whenever you got little sleep, little did she know she was often the reason for it. Her gentle voice and stunning hands would plague your mind deep within the night, refusing to let you rest. You quickly changed the subject whenever she brought up the dark circles under your eyes, embarrassed they’re from imaging how her touch would feel against your skin.

The head of the house was also unsurprisingly a great listener. You first take notice of this once your favourite tea appears one day in her kitchen, remembering you had told her about it a few weeks ago. Soon after, desserts begin to appear in her fridge once she found out you had a sweet tooth. Eventually the woman would presence you with high quality brushes you always wished you could try out. Going forward you always tried to be mindful of discussing anything she could end up buying you, not wanting to take advantage of her generosity.

You remember the day you worked in silence as you processed the woman’s “gifts” as she never directly gave them to you but simply waited for you to notice their presence. Deep down you always wished they meant something more, but you quickly shook the thought away. You instead decided it must be because you’re working on her dolls. You’re just a worker to her and nothing more.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” She asks, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Hmm? Yes, I believe so. Why do you ask, Mistress? Are my strokes off?” You eye the small doll in your hand.

She lightly shakes her head, “no, your work is impeccable as always. It’s just..you’re normally more talkative.”

She almost sounds embarrassed when she answers, as if it was silly to point out the observation in the first place.

“Oh, right. I just thought I’d give you a break from my usual ramblings.”

You answer lightly while flashing her a smile, trying to hide the reason for your silence. A pregnant pause follows, and you wonder if you answered too casually, you quickly try to rectify your mistake by apologizing but her voice interrupts you.

“…..I like your voice.” She says quiet enough to be a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat at the confession and at first you feel you MUST have misheard her, that is until you notice her doing her usual self-soothing technique.

Your curiosity for what laid under Donna Beneviento’s veil would quickly disappear as you found yourself slowly falling for the soul of the woman beneath it all.

Months after that interaction, you find that very same woman slowly moving her shaky hand back to yours, gently covering it, making your heart stop.

[thelastspeecher]

elishevart replied to your post: “elishevart replied to your post: “Okay so in my...”

Maybe like Rogue in the X-men she wears gloves to prevent her from giving desease to people. Like as she gets older she has more control, but she still needs to touch someone to transfer something and wearing gloves just helps

​hmmm I don't think that it's a case of Angie touching someone and getting them sick. iirc, Apollo fired arrows at people to give them diseases, so I think that Angie would curse people with diseases from a distance

when she first realizes she can make people sick (she's been able to do so since she was a child, but didn't recognize it as an ability until she's a teenager), she barely manages to keep it under control by, whenever she gets angry with someone, reminding herself of at least one thing that she likes about them. Stan and Ford volunteer to be guinea pigs for Angie to work on controlling giving people illnesses, since one of Angie's half-siblings will heal them after.

but Angie feels like she doesn't know enough about her ability, and if she knew more about diseases, she could use her ability with more intensity, more accuracy, and more specificity. and so she goes into infectious disease research.

[heron-iles]

I hate that apparently, the “loyal person who is always praising and doing things for their superior” is a trope that I enjoy 

[susie-dreemurr]

Anyways, ship KaeAngie for clear skin.

[youngsamberg]

the way that angie legit loves will so much and he doesn't even know...

i don’t think angie even knows it herself. i can’t wait for miggy to inevitably be like “you guys didn’t know???? you’re both deeply in love with each other!! we been knew, it’s obvious”

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter Four - I Thought I Knew You

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Four Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), Dodger, OFC Linda Anderson (Jessica's Mom), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (mentioned. Sebastian Stan's Mom)

Chapter Four Rating: Mature

Chapter Four Tags: ANGST, fluff, yelling, arguments, crying, throwing things, stress, anxiety, anger, broken glass, mentions of cancer (leukemia), teacher/student relationships, implied smut, drinking, pet names, keeping secrets, jealousy, pining, and explicit language 

Chapter Four  Word Count: 4,208

Chapter Four Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Chapter Four Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

Sebastian stands rooted to the spot. He can't wrap his head around the fact that Chris, his best friend, is involved with a student. Yeah, she's eighteen, but it's still against the school's policy. 

He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens his text message conversation with Chris. He feels...well, he doesn't really know what he feels. Anger? Betrayal? Jealousy? 

It's true that he thinks Jessica is beautiful. He'd be lying to himself if he said she wasn't. Sebastian squeezes his phone so hard his knuckles are white. It's a wonder it doesn't break. He scowls and furiously begins typing a message he knows he’ll regret later. Right now, he's too pissed to care. 

He shuts his phone off and storms back to his classroom. It's a damn good thing it's time for him to leave for the day because he's not sure he could teach right now. Sebastian rips his jacket off the back of his chair and grabs his keys before turning around to head to his car. 

Of course, Chris is standing in his doorway. Just his fucking luck. 

"Move." 

He stares angrily into Chris’s pleading eyes. "Sebastian…please I…just please listen to m-" 

Chris flinches as his friend steps closer to him, his finger pointing inches from his face. "No! You don't get to explain ANYTHING to me! I've already seen enough," he thrusts his fingertip hard into Chris’s chest, "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way." 

Chris feels his throat tighten. Tears sting his eyes as he steps to the side. "P-Please...just please don't tell anyone," he whispers. 

Sebastian turns around. If looks could kill, Chris would be dead by now. "Oh, don't worry," his words spew from his mouth like venom, "I won't tell your precious little secret. Unlike you, I'm actually fucking loyal and don't keep shit this big from my best friend." 

Chris clenches his fists so hard it breaks the skin. He can't breathe. 

"GODDAMMIT!" 

He picks up a book from Sebastian’s desk and hurls it across the room, hitting the opposite wall. His chest heaves and his hands fist his hair. 

Chris isn't even that upset that Sebastian knows. No, he's mad at himself. He should have told him from the start, but he was scared. Scared that this pure, beautiful thing he and Jessica have would fall apart before it even began. Chris pulls his truck keys out of his pocket and swiftly walks to the parking lot. He has to fix this. Sebastian’s text message be damned, he's going to his house anyway

Jessica hums happily while she walks to her car. Angie gave her address to her earlier, but she wants to change her clothes to something comfier first. She unlocks the driver's door and slides in, a wave of heat making the whole inside of her car feel like a sauna. "God, it's hotter than Satan's asshole in here," she mutters to herself.

Her Metallica album resumes its playback from this morning's drive. One, her favorite song, blasts from her stereo as she sings along with James. The drive home takes a little longer, but that's to be expected when every high schooler with a car is trying to leave the parking lot at the same time. 

Jessica pulls into her driveway and hurries inside. "Hey, Mom! I'm home!" She sets her bag by the door and bounds up the stairs. 

"In my room, sweetie!" 

She walks to her room and grins happily, "I made some friends today!" 

"That's awesome, baby! I knew you would! I know they're not Shayly and Jameson, but I hope you can be happy here. I just want the best for you." 

Jessica softens and pulls her Mom into a hug. "Oh, Mom…it's alright. I know why we had to leave. I can always call Shay and Jamie to catch up. I actually wanted to see if I could go to my friend Angie's house to do homework." 

Her Mom smiles, "of course, honey! Just be home before midnight, okay?" 

Jessica shouts a thank you as she hurries to her room to change. Deciding on a pair of grey sweats and a baggy Avenged Sevenfold tee, she slips her converse back on and heads back to her car. "Bye, Mom!" 

The drive to Angie's only takes about ten minutes and soon she's met with her favorite brunette once again. "Hi, lovely! Long time no see!" Angie pulls her into a hug and leads her inside. 

"Hey, babe! C'mon, we have loads to talk about." 

Jessica giggles and follows her to her room. "What do you mean, Ang? I thought you gave us all the details at lunch." 

Angie shuts her door and plops down on her bed. "Okay, so maybe something did happen…" 

Chris’s knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel. His radio is off, but his mind is racing. He doesn't know what he plans to do when he gets to Sebastian's. He just hopes he talks to him. 

His house comes into view, the beautiful dark red brick accenting the white shutters is the most beautiful scenery on the block. Lily's flowerbed is in full bloom. Pink and white roses are planted next to purple and red tulips. The large ash tree casts a shadow along the ground where he parks his truck. 

Chris can see them from where he is. They're sitting on the couch together, laughing about whatever it is they’re watching. Lily is munching on some popcorn while Sebastian nurses a glass of whiskey. They look so carefree. It pains Chris to see that his best friend doesn't even look the tiniest bit upset about what happened just forty-five minutes ago.

Part of him wants to turn around and leave, but he knows that won't solve anything. He sighs and swallows the lump in his throat as he climbs out of his truck. His feet feel like they're made of lead, and the closer he gets to his front door the louder his heartbeat gets. He stands still for a moment, just to gather his bearings. Finally, he reaches up and knocks on the big white door.

Sebastian sits next to his sister, trying hard to distract himself from remembering the look on Chris’s face. The moment he walked away his mind was screaming at him to go back and pull him into a hug. The hurt he felt overpowered that though.

He and Lily are watching Step Brothers, her pick, but he's not paying attention. He laughs along with her every time he hears her do it just so she doesn't catch on to his sullen mood. 

A knock on his front door makes his stomach drop. He immediately knows it's Chris. He looks at Lily and sighs. "Hey, listen, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to raincheck on our movie night." 

She raises an eyebrow, "Seb, are you okay? You've been acting funny lately, and I'm honestly scared I'm losing you." She looks down at her lap and blinks to hide her teary eyes. 

It breaks his heart to see his baby sister like this. With their Mom in Romania, he's all she has. "Lil, hey, look at me." She sniffles and turns her gaze in his direction. "I promise you're not losing me. You never will, okay? Work has been stressful and Chris and I aren't on good terms right now. Actually, he's the one outside. I'm gonna go talk to him in the garage for a bit, but I swear I'll make it up to you." 

Sebastian kisses her temple and walks to the door, his drink still in hand. He pulls it open and steps outside motioning in the direction of his garage. "I told you I had plans with my sister." His words are void of emotion as he opens the overhead door and grabs two folding chairs. 

Chris takes one and sits down. "I'm sorry." His voice is small, and vulnerable, as he looks down at the concrete floor. 

Sebastian begins to pace, "what exactly are you sorry for, Chris? For neglecting to tell me about your little thing that could fuck up your entire career? For ruining my weekly movie night with my sister? What?" 

Chris hangs his head, "Sebastian, I-" 

"No!" 

He throws his glass, and pieces scatter everywhere as it hits the ground. "Tell me what you're fucking sorry for!" 

Chris stands up and looks directly into his eyes. 

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!" 

His outburst not only shocks Sebastian but also himself. He's shaking with emotion and the words just won't stop. "I'm scared! Scared because I feel something for her that I haven't felt since Amanda. Scared because even though it could destroy my entire fucking life, my feelings outweigh that fear. I'm scared because even after betraying my best friend like the coward I am, I still don't want to call this whole thing off!" 

Sebastian is staring at him, eyes wide with a mix of emotions. He can see how torn up Chris is over this. If he's being honest with himself, he hasn't seen him this upset since Amanda was diagnosed with leukemia. Sebastian watches him brush a tear from his cheek and turn around. 

"I'm sorry I ruined your night, Seb. I'm gonna go." 

Even through his anger and jealousy, he still doesn't want Chris to leave. Not like this. "Chris, wait!" He stops and looks over his shoulder, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Have a drink with me please." 

Even though Lily is inside the house she can still hear the two of them. She absolutely hates hearing her brother and his best friend arguing. It doesn't help that she's been in love with Chris since she was fourteen. Of course, neither he nor Sebastian knows this. That wouldn't go over well.

She pulls her knees to her chest and puts her head down to try and drown out their yelling. Lily can't exactly make out what they're saying, but she picks up words here and there. From what she can gather, they seem to be arguing over a girl. How typical, she thinks to herself. 

The sound of glass breaking makes her jump and her eyes shut tight. Chris’s loud voice echoes through the thin walls and she's half tempted to intervene. She hears him say that liking this girl could ruin his life and it makes her brows furrow. What does he mean by that? 

She gets up to get another cream soda-flavored Dr. Pepper and grabs her phone to text Angie. Anything to distract herself from the fiasco going down on the other side of the wall. 

Jessica's eyes widen, "what do you mean something else happened?! Girl, give me the tea!" 

Angie blushes and falls backward onto her comforter. "Well, we didn't kiss, but...I did sorta hold his hand for like...I don't know. A minute?" 

Jessy squeals, "Ang! Oh, my god! Like are we talking about interlocking fingers or something else?" 

"Something else. I was standing next to him up at the whiteboard while he attempted to explain the formulas to me. Of course, I wasn't paying attention because how could I, ya know? He smelled so fucking good, Jessy. God, it was heaven. So, anyway, I desperately wanted to touch him, but I didn't have a reason to. That is until I looked down and saw his watch. 

I reached for his hand and wrapped my fingers around his palm. Let me tell you...his hands? Fucking huge. He can curl his fingers over mine for sure. So, he stops talking and I look up at him, right? Jessica...the way this man looked at me… GIRL! When I tell you I became instantly wet…sweet god. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I could tell he was nervous though because he sent me on my way." 

Jessica is about to respond, but Angie's text tone stops her. "It's Lily. What are she and Seb up to?" 

She watches as Ang taps her thumbs across the keyboard at lightning speed. 

"Um...well, things aren't going well." 

Jess scoots closer to Angie so she can look at the screen. Three little dots appear and they wait in anticipation. The moment she reads her response, her blood runs cold. Sebastian must have seen his number when she ran into him earlier. 

"Ang…," tears pool in her eyes as she sucks in a sharp breath, "this is all my fault!" 

Angie types a quick reply and turns sideways to face her friend. "Honey, what do you mean? You're not seriously blaming yourself for having a panic attack, are you? 'Cause that definitely does not make this your fault." 

Jessica shakes her head and paws at the tear tracks on her cheeks. "I was distracted earlier...after choir...a-and I ran into Sebastian by accident. Felt like a fucking brick wall, but that's beside the point. Chris had given me his number on a little scrap of paper and I was too stupid to tear it up after putting him in my phone. Guess what fell out when he was helping me get my books that were scattered everywhere? That fucking piece of paper." 

She buries her head in her hands, "I'm so goddamn stupid! Fuck! I bet Chris hates me." 

Angie pulls her into a hug. "Hey, Jessy, listen to me, okay? It was an accident. Chris doesn't hate you. He was probably terrified Sebastian would rat you guys out, but Lily said Chris told him he was willing to risk everything despite the consequences." 

She turns the phone so Jessica can read it. "See? This man is crazy about you!" 

She watches the three dots appear on Ang's phone, and when the next message appears all the color drains from her face. "A-Ang? Um...s-she thinks Sebastian is jealous…" 

The brunette frowns, "what do you mea-" She stops as her eyes scan the words Lily sent back. Her gaze snaps to Jessica's a second later. "Whoa...Jess, this is big. I mean, do you like Seb?" 

She wipes her eyes with her shirt and sniffles, "I mean...I…," she sighs, "he's hot, like really hot, but Chris just...he makes me feel...I don't know…" 

Angie takes her hands and looks seriously into her eyes. "Alive?" She finishes for her. 

Jessica looks up sharply, "yes," she breathes. That's it exactly! How did you know?" 

Ang turns her eyes to the open window, the passing cars becoming a brief distraction. She can't help the thick tears that fall down her own cheeks. "Because it's how I feel about Mr. H…"

Tom is sitting silently against the wall of his bedroom. He's still in his work clothes, having been too preoccupied to change. He's thinking about her. She's all he can think about since he first laid eyes on her earlier that morning. 

He sighs and gently leans his head back against the wall. How can one woman make him feel like this? Tom can still feel her tiny hand in his, gripping it so softly. He hated sending her away, but he knew if he didn't he'd have taken her right there on his desk. Her long, dark hair, that perfect, curvy frame, those big, innocent doe eyes...God! 

Tom closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knows how dangerous it will be for him if he goes through with this, but then he remembers Chris’s words from earlier. Go with what your heart says. He already knows what it's saying, it rang loud and clear the moment he saw Angie. 

He wants her.

Tom gets to his feet and grabs his laptop. He knows what he's about to do is breaking roughly five school rules, but, at this point, he’s thrown caution to the wind. His leg bounces impatiently while he waits for his computer to boot up. Finally, he finds the file he's looking for. His third-hour class roster. 

He scrolls down to Angie's name and double-clicks on the info tab next to her picture. Tom types her cell phone number into a new text message conversation and sends a quick message before he can change his mind. God, he hopes she doesn't freak out over this.

Tom stares at his phone screen with a smile on his face. He's surprisingly calm given the gravity of the conversation he just had. This will be the first real date he's had in years. All of his past flings were mostly one-night stands that led to awkward mornings and the famous walk of shame to his car. 

He bites his lip as he re-reads Angie's messages. He can practically hear the confident, borderline bratty tone in her words. He's going to have to show her who's in charge once, no if, they ever get to that point. He'll never force her into anything she isn't comfortable with. Especially since they have a considerably large age gap. Although, the thought of her beneath him, writhing under his touch gives him the most beautiful image in his mind. He can almost hear her sweet voice moan his name. "Fuck!" He groans. She's going to be the death of him. 

Jessica looks into her friend's eyes with shock. "So you…you wanna be with Mr. Hiddleston? Like in a relationship?" 

Angie nods, "yeah, I just don't think he would do something like that though." 

"Why do you think that?" Jess asks. 

Angie shrugs and swipes her sleeve over her eyes, drying her remaining tears. "He just...he doesn't give off the vibe that says 'I'd break the rules to be with you', ya know? I mean, I'm pretty sure he's attracted to me. We've kinda established that already, but I-" 

Ang's phone screen lights up notifying her of a new text message. 

"You think it's Lily giving us an update?" 

Jess watches her unlock it, her eyes immediately widen and she gasps. "It's...it's him!" 

Jessica bounces with excitement. "OH, MY GOD! Ang! What did he say?!" She flips the phone, letting Jess read. "Dude, I fuckin' told you he had it bad for you!" 

Angie shakes her head. "I don't know, love. This doesn't really mean he's "got it bad" for me…" 

Jessy watches her type back to him and scoffs, "babe, are you kidding?! This man probably just went against protocol and got your phone number from the school's website. I think that speaks for itself, don't you?" 

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Her eyes go wide, "Oh, my god! Ahh! I've got a date Saturday! He wants me to come over to eat and watch a movie!" 

Jessica hugs her tight, "that's amazing, love!" I wish I had the courage to text Chris…" 

"Gimme your phone." 

She gapes at her, "Ang, wha-" 

She holds out her hand and raises an eyebrow. "Jessy, hand it over. You're not chickening out. Not when that blue-eyed heartthrob literally made 'fuck me' eyes at you nearly the entire class period."

She reluctantly hands Angie her phone and watches as she types a quick message. "And now we wait!" 

Jessica looks at her phone, the two little words Angie wrote make her heart race. Is he still at Sebastian’s? Will he want to talk to her? She doesn't have to wait long because the three dots suddenly appear at the bottom of her screen. "Oh, god! He's typing!" 

Chris’s message appears and a flood of warmth jolts through her body like a tidal wave. "He called me sweetheart!" 

Angie grins, "girl work your magic and get yourself a date!" 

Jessica bites her lip and thinks for a moment. "Alright, wish me luck!" 

Chris slowly walks back into Sebastian’s garage, his eyes looking anywhere but at his friend. 

"Here, man. I still have a six-pack of your favorite." Sebastian hands him a beer and sits down. "Please sit. I wanna hear your side of it." 

He swipes a large hand over his beard and takes a seat next to Sebastian. "I um...well, you already know what happened at the park with Dodge. She looked so beautiful, Seb. I…she was like an angel. It took my breath away. I planned on asking her to get a cup of coffee with me, but she said she had to go eat and prepare for school before I had the chance." 

He cracks open the beer can and takes a long pull. "I-I…I guess I thought she meant college. Then when I saw her in my class I just...I froze. Lily's friend, the brunette...I think her name is Angie, must have told Jess I was staring at her cause she looked up at me and immediately began panicking. 

I didn't want her to freak out so I slipped her a note telling her to see me after class. That backfired too. She had an anxiety attack right in front of me, Sebastian. I didn't know what to do so I locked the door to my room and took her in my arms. It was all I could think of to try and calm her down. I held her while she cried and I shushed her until she was able to breathe normally again. That's when she looked at me.

Seb, I… I couldn't even begin to explain what it felt like to see her looking at me like that. Eyes wet with tears, pink, chapped lips, her fucking perfectly curled hair...fuck, man. I couldn't breathe. Before I could think twice about it, I asked if I could kiss her, and when she said yes, every last shred of my self-control flew out the window."

Sebastian waited patiently for Chris to finish. He took in every word, and even though a pang of jealousy squeezed his heart when he said he kissed her, he still kept his composure. Chris is looking at him, clearly waiting for him to say something. He leans back in his chair and sighs, 

"So, you really like her, huh?" 

Chris nods, "I do...I really do." 

Seb finishes his beer and grabs another. "I'm sorry I acted the way I did. You didn't deserve that." 

Chris shakes his head, "no Seb. You had every right to be mad at me." 

"No, I didn't. I was more upset with myself. I've been...in a funk lately, and I used this situation as an excuse to vent my anger. It wasn't the right thing to do and I'm sorry."

Chris sets his beer down on the floor and stands. "Come here." 

Sebastian cocks an eyebrow but slowly walks toward him anyway. "Look, man, if you're gonna hit me I-" 

Chris pulls him into a hug and claps him on the back. "I forgave you the moment it happened." He pulls back to continue, but his phone's text tone interrupts him.

They both look over at it laying face up on the arm of the chair. "It's her, isn't it?" Sebastian asks. 

Chris swipes his unlock pattern and opens the new message, his lips curling up into a bright smile. "Yeah, it is." 

Sebastian glances at his watch, "shit, man. I didn't realize how late it was. I have like forty journal entries to read and respond to. You're welcome to stay and hang out if you want though." 

Chris shakes his head. "Nah, I gotta feed Dodger and take him out. I'm sure he's made a mess of the living room by now. Thank you for uh...for listening to me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." 

Sebastian holds up his hand. "It's alright, we're good. I'll see you tomorrow bright and early." 

Chris walks back to his truck and turns on the classic rock station. He's over the moon that Jessica texted him, and he's even more excited for this weekend. Now he has to figure out what he's going to cook for her.

Sebastian walks back into his house and finds the TV off and their snacks cleaned up. It dawns on him that Lily most likely heard most of everything that happened. He's really going to have to make it up to her now.

He sets two big stacks of composition notebooks on his dining room table and begins reading. Most of the entries are about the same. Stories about their siblings, how many pets they have, and the family vacations they take with their parents. 

He pulls the next one off the pile and stops. Written in neat handwriting is Jessica's name. He swallows hard and slowly opens it to the first page. The more he reads, the more his heart aches. This beautiful woman seems to have had a tough life, and he tries not to imagine to what extent that is. His response is simple, and he knows it's a can of worms he shouldn't open, but what kind of teacher would he be if he didn't at least offer her an outlet to vent her feelings? It is the whole purpose of the journal assignments, and he's just doing his job. That's it. Sebastian signs his name and moves it to the completed pile. He rubs his eyes and groans. This is going to be a long night.