#tummy buddy life you were wonderful for the week we had you

[raewentferal]

2025? More like Tummy- I mean, 20 Thunder Drive: Faster than Fear 🏎️💨

[newtonsheffield]

I just finished reading Dog, and I absolutely cannot put into words how much I love it❤️

I've been in love w this universe since forever but you've really outdone yourself with this one Molly😘

This is going to be my go-to read everytime I'm feeling low and just want to smile because this fic shows true and simple loveeeee

I love how protective Newton is and that he's very careful and choosy about accepting people in Kate's life cause he understands her and oh my God the way his relationship with Anthony grows and they way he slowly accepts him seeing the way her affects Kate is absolutely beautiful!

And when he met Edmund for the first time, that bit had me crying ❤️😭

God I live Newton and this fic, he's the best boyyyy ever!

Having said this, can we see headcons about him meeting the other Kanthony kids or Kate's puppies as he likes to call them for the first time?

And I feel like no matter how many times I say this it won't be enough but thank you for this fic and this universe, it just makes me so so so happy ❤️

I think I've definitely outdone myself with how absolutely WILD the idea was 😂 I was laying in bed, not wanting to go to work on a Tuesday morning you know, Standard Molly, and my very traitorous mind went "Write this week's fic from Newton's POV. Do it you coward." And now, here we are. The fact that anyone would use something I've written as a comfort is... amazing to me tbh and I've not idea what I've done to deserve it, But I'm glad I did it!

Oh Newton meeting Edmund was the part that made me want to write this fic to begin with. The excitement and awe Newton feels for Kate and Anthony's litter of children is truly a beautiful thing!

Lets see when he met the other puppies shall we!

Newton had known what to watch for this time. When Katie and Anthony had come home with Edmund (who he'd missed hugely) he'd known immediately, Anthony was hovering around her again and that funny smell was back. And Newton settled in again. After all, his puppy Edmund, was his best friend, Edmund would lie on his tummy next to him and let him eat little spoonfuls of his cereal when Anthony and Katie weren't looking. So he was even more excited to meet this puppy who knows, maybe this time Katie would manage to grow more than one. And he waited patiently, he felt again, delighting in how Edmund would hold his paw against Katie's tummy while the puppy moved around and then it was time! Goosey and Edwina came to look after him and Edmund which he liked because Goosey accidentally left a scone in his bowl for him. Delightful. But then they took Edmund with them to see the puppy, and left Newton all alone. Waiting again. And then it was time! The front door opened and Edmund came toddling towards Newton calling out Newtie! Come meet our new Uncle Greg! And Newton darted forward, excited this time more than nervous, Morton already held in his mouth ready to offer it to the new puppy. Anthony sat Edmund down, next to Newton, cradling the new puppy who smelled very similar to Edmund, his dark hair already very disheveled, and Newton felt pride burn in his chest that his family was this amazing. He nodded at Anthony appreciatively before he nosed at Miles Katie was calling him, Miles tiny little fingers touching his snout. And Newton's litter mates grew by one.

This time Newton was sure he had realised before Katie had. He'd woken up one day and she'd smelled different again. Though different than he had with her first two pups. Newton's protective instincts had pushed him towards her as they had the first two times and he stayed there the entire time. He loved his two brothers, Kate's first two puppies, very very much. Edmund and Milo loved playing with him, and he liked curling up in their laps while their hands twisted in his fur and a content little sigh escaped him. But this time, he wondered if maybe Katie could have a female puppy. It would be nice to have a sister as a litter mate, he thought. This time, Mary came to look after Newton and the boys when Katie started to have the puppy. This time he barely even bothered wondering if there would be more than one. It was clear human didn't do that. Milo bounded back into the room and wrapped his arms around his neck, Newton settled against him, licking his glasses lightly. And then Katie turned towards him, her new puppy in her arms. Newton bounded forward, his front paws on her legs yipping Can I see it Katie? Katie laughed, scratching him behind the ears Oh Buddy are you excited? Come meet Charlotte. This Puppy's name was Charlotte. And when Katie bent and he saw the puppy, Newton whined This puppy was a little girl, and she looked just like Katie. So many friends now Newton thought when he dropped his head to rest lightly across Charlotte. I love them all.

Newton woke up one morning, meandering down the stairs in hopes of scrounging some of Charli's breakfast, wandering into the kitchen aimlessly, and then he stopped, a now familiar smell reaching his nose. Katie smelled different again. But that couldn't be right. Were they not too old to be having puppies?! He certainly was. He'd been slowing down for a little while but he did still enjoy running around after his pups. Charli would sing little songs to him and tie pretty ribbons in his fur and Edmund and Milo would let him play football with them which was always very fun. But really? Another Pup? At his age? Whatever was Katie playing at?! It was different when this puppy was born, Anthony came home and Katie didn't. Not for days. And Newton whined, worry stirring in his chest Where's Katie? He whined at Anthony. Anthony sighed, scratching his ears She's alright buddy. She just gave us a scare. She'll be home tomorrow. And that cheered Newton up immediately. He'd waited on the stairs this time, the puppies making lots of noise as they trundled up the front steps and Newton shifted nervously. Anthony huffed when he saw Newton Big Brother's waiting for you, Mary. looking down at the tiny pup in his arms, and oh, Newton liked this one. She was very small, the smallest of all the pups, and she looked like Katie, but their Anthony also was there. He pressed his snout to her forehead. And best of all, her name was Mary. Just like Katie's Mama. The one who had made him part of this litter. And what could be better than that?

[waitimcomingtoo]

Cherry Wine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peters new girlfriend isn’t what she seems

WARNING: domestic abuse

Masterlist

Lorina Dodson.

Peters girlfriend of two months now. You and Ned didn’t think they’d last more than a week but they had somehow managed to surpass all expectations.

You tried to be happy for Peter, but you just could my figure out what he saw in her. She was rude, volatile , and had a mean streak to her. It took all your will power not to get down on your knees and beg Peter to break up with her. Not even because you were in love with him, which was Ned’s running theory, but because he wasn’t happy. You weren’t blind to the look he got on his face when she came around. Not to mention that he came back from hanging out with her looking sadder and more worn down than before. Peter didn’t like to talk about his relationship much and you didn’t understand until one night when he came to your room for patching up.

“They got you pretty good tonight, didn’t they?” You chuckled softly as you dabbed hydrogen peroxide on Peters busted lip. He had come to you for repairs before since he lived across the street and you were usually able to joke around about how neat up he had gotten. Tonight, the misty look in his eyes told you he wasn’t in the mood for joking.

“Something like that.” Peter smiled sadly, winching a little when you blew on his cut.

“Sorry.” You spoke softly and looked in his eyes. You could see the redness surrounding his eyelids and put your supplies down. “What happened tonight?”

“I got my confidence shaken pretty badly.” Peter shrugged and refused to meet your eyes.

“Maybe you should tell Lorina about your double life.” You suggested. “I can always patch you up but I can’t exactly kiss it better.”

As much as you disliked his girlfriend, and the fact that he had a girlfriend in the first place, you knew there were some things only a girlfriend could fix. You couldn’t take Peter into your arms and comfort him the way she could. Peter shook his head and looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“I don’t think I’m where I’m supposed to be.” His voice cracked and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. You held him against your tummy and stroked his hair to soothe him.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“She won’t let me be.” He cried and buried his face in your shirt.

“Lorina?”

“We fight all the time.” He sniffled. “I feel like I can’t grow as long as I’m with her. She’s keeping me in one place and I don’t want to be there anymore.”

“Can’t you just break up with her?” You thought the solution was obvious.

“I tried but,” he shrugged in misery, “she said I was all she had. She started freaking out and saying she-“

“Shhh.” You cut him off when you saw how worked up he was getting. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“That’s not even that half of it.” He whimpered and your face twisted in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You wondered.

“I can’t tell you.” He began to cry again. “I’m sorry.”

You looked out your window, deep in thought as you comforted Peter. Something about his relationship wasn’t right but you didn’t want to push him for information when he was already upset. You let him lay down on your bed and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. Sleep was a stranger to you that night as you laid awake, wondering what Lorina had done to make him that upset.

~

“Ugh! Peter totally bailed on me again.” Lorina’s voice snapped you out of your daydream of that night with Peter. “How many times he can forget he has a science project due the next day?”

You gave her a fake smile and cursed Peter briefly for leaving you alone with her. You knew he had to run off on an unexpected Spider-Man escapade, but Lorina didn’t know that.

Or need to know.

“Thats Peter for you. You’re gonna have to get used to that.” You told her with false sympathy and began to walk towards your apartment.

“Whatever.” She grumbled and eyed you’re for a moment. “What about you? Do you want to hang out?”

You stopped in your tracks and shut your eyes tightly as she asked exactly what you didn’t want her to ask.

“Oh, that’s okay.” You turned around and gave her a tight smile.

“No, I think we should.” She was blind to your indifference. “Peter wants us to be friends, anyway.”

“Sure. Why not?” You reluctantly agreed and followed her in the opposite direction. She began to describe a fight she got into with a teacher while you half listened. The more time you spent with her, the less you understood what Peter saw in her. When she began to curse out a teacher you always liked, you fully tuned her out. Your attention shifted to a child crying outside of a jewelry store. He was looking around and unattended, giving the impression that he was lost.

“I’ll be right back.” You told Lorina and walked over to the little kid.

“Whatever.” She mumbled, not bothering to look up from her phone as she took a seat outside a bakery.

You jogged across the street and knelt down in front of the little kid.

“Hey, buddy.” You gave him a gentle smile. “Need some help?”

It didn’t take long for him to dial his moms number and tell her where he was. Frankly, you wish it took longer. His mother came back in no time and gave you a grateful smile as she hugged her son. You smiled at the family and went back to Lorina across the street.

“Who was that?” Lorina cocked an eyebrow at the child and his mom who were now walking away.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and sat back down. “He couldn’t find his mom so I let him use my phone.”

“You let a random little kid touch your phone?” She asked in disgust.

“Of course, he was lost.” You said simply. “Plus, I love kids so it didn’t bother me.”

“I hate little kids.” Lorina laughed and sunk back in her chair. “My sister ran over my foot with her bike last year and totally broke like half my toes. I started hitting her and my stupid neighbors called the police. They didn’t even care that she started it.”

You looked to the side to shield your shocked expression and quickly composed yourself.

“Oh, wow.” You squeaked out and cleared your throat. You looked am back at her with hope that she was joining but her face was completely serious.

“It was the literally the stupidest thing.” She rolled her eyes. “I had to go to these like, court ordered anger management classes for a year. Can you believe that?”

“No, I can’t.” You answered honestly. You wondered if Peter knew about her anger issues and feared for him if he did.

“It’s whatever. It was that or jail, so.” She shrugged like normal people had to decided between court ordered classes or jail. You laughed awkwardly and tried to think in excuse to get away from this girl.

“What happened to your sister?��� You asked, already anxious for her response.

“She was such a baby about. My dad totally took her side and moved out. I don’t care though. I’m much happier without her.” She scoffed and went back to texting.

“I’m sorry about your dad moving out.” You tried to show sympathy. “Do you miss him?”

“Please.” She laughed at your words. “He hated me ever since I broke my little sisters arm. And that was like, three years ago and he still couldn’t let it go. It was her fault that time too. I told her if she went in my room one more time I was gonna twist her arm and literally the next day I find her in my room.”

“So what happened?”

“I did what I said.” She stated. “I twisted her arm but she was like 6 so it broke and I had to get removed from the house for three days. God, I hate that brat.”

You stared at her in bewilderment but she was too busy texting to notice. You got a sick feeling in your stomach as you thought back to your conversation with Peter. Was this what he meant by not being able to tell you the half of it?

“Does Peter know about this?” You asked quietly, praying he had no idea about her violent streak.

“No. You don’t tell your boyfriend these things. It’s not like he ever talks to me anyway. He’s always hanging out with you.” She gave you the side eye and you didn’t know if you should be relieved just yet. Just because he didn’t know about her past doesn’t mean he hadn’t experienced her present.

“Sorry about that.” You said sheepishly. “You guys hung out last night though, right?”

“Yeah. We had a fight though. But I think I fixed the problem. He’s not gonna mess up again.” She said with a confidence that sent a chill down your spine.

“I’m glad you guys could work it out.” You said with a dry mouth. Your eyes drifted down to her knuckles, which were red and bruised. She saw you staring and pulled her hands into her sleeves so you couldn’t see them anymore. You quickly looked away and pretended not to notice, but you couldn’t get the image out of your mind. Something inside you told you it was time to leave.

“I gotta go.” You stood up abruptly and gave her a fake sad face. “I forgot I have a…science project.” You hoped she wouldn’t pick up on the fact that you and Peter used the same excuse when lying, but her face told you that she did.

“Uh, sure. Go nuts.” She rolled her eyes and you took that as your cue to leave. As soon as you had your back to her, your face twisted in fear. Something was going on that Peter sent telling you about. And if he wasn’t gonna tell you, you were gonna get it out of him.

~

“How was patrol last night?” You started your plan to get the truth out of Peter off slowly. He was hanging out with you Sunday night since he had been with Lorina Saturday night. He had to work out a schedule early in his relationship to make sure he had time to see both his girls.

He just hated the days that weren’t spent with you.

“I didn’t go out last night.” He told you. “Lorina was feeling a little neglected so I hung out with her. She told me you two hung out the other day, though.”

“Oh yeah. After school.” You thought back to your time with his girlfriend and shuddered. “She’s uh…interesting.”

“I’m glad you guys get along.” He smiled slightly and you caught sight of a forming bruise on the side of his face. You hadn’t noticed it until he turned his face into the light, and now it was all you could see.

“Hey.” You squinted your eyes and took Peters chin between your fingers. “Your eye is bruised.”

“Is it?” He touched it and winced. “Must’ve happened on patrol.”

“I thought you skipped patrol to hang out with Lorina?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh, right.” His face faltered. “I went on patrol after.”

“I didn’t see you on the news.” You tilted your head. You could always count on a Spider-Man sighting on the cover of a magazine the morning after patrol but hadn’t seen one that morning.

“It was a quiet night.” He lied and looked away from you.

“It was a quiet l night but you have a black eye?” You asked and the sick feeling returned to your tummy.

“Haha, yeah.” He scratched the back of his head. “Some guy punched me pretty hard.”

When he moved, his sleeve slid up his arm and you could see deep red scratches on his skin. You took his arm and inspected it closely. You had accidentally stretched yourself enough times to know what caused them.

“These are nail marks.” You looked up at him for answers. Little flakes of red nail polish were still lingering on his skin. Peter pulled his arm away and cradled it.

“She grabbed my arm pretty hard, too.” He said with a flushed face.

“I thought you said it was a guy?” You caught his slip up and Peters eyes widened in a panic. You could see him struggling to get his story straight and it only worried you further.

“It was dark. I couldn’t really tell.” He stammered. You knew Peter well enough to know when he was lying. The alternative to him getting beaten on patrol was almost too much for you to process.

“You’re bruised, Peter. What happened?” You whispered as tears came to your eyes. “I know you weren’t on patrol last night.”

“Yes, I was.” He insisted but you couldn’t believe him. You knew who gave him those bruises.

“You’re lying to me.” You protested. “Since when do you lie to me?”

“I’m not lying. I was on patrol.” He repeated with desperation. His eyes pleaded with you to drop it but you just couldn’t. You coudk the stand by and let it happen.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You snapped and gently touched his black eye. You rubbed your thumb over the bruise as delicately as you could and thought back to Lorina’s red knuckles. Peter could see the wheels turning in your brain and white hit fear went through him.

“Did she do this?” You whispered and Peter flinched slightly.

“Who?” Peter pretended not to know what you were talking about.

“Lorina.”

Peters face told you everything you needed to know. For a minute, he was a different person. Your typically smart and strong best friend became a pale, submissive shell of a man at the mention of her name. It was like she was in the room with you, solentikg tormenting a defenseless Peter. You could see the fear in his eyes when you said her name and it confirmed your worst nightmare.

She was abusing him.

Peter let out a few shaky breaths as he composed himself before shaking his head.

“What? Are you crazy? Why would my girlfriend hit me?” He licked his dry lips and tried to think of a better excuse.

“For the same reason she had to go to her court ordered anger management classes. She obviously had a problem with violence, Peter.” You began to cry as Peter continued to defend his abuser. You drew your hands away from his face and ran to his bathroom, puking in toilet as the sickness in your stomach finally caught up to you. You wiped your mouth and went back to Peter, who was holding himself like a child trembling. You walked up to him and said nothing, only staring him down until he confessed.

“Lorina would never hit me.” He said quietly and turned away from you. Your blood heated up inside you and he continued to lie his way out of admitting what was really going on.

“Why are you protecting her?” You yelled and Peter wiped around with a rage behind his eyes.

“Because I don’t know what to do!” He screamed and his face contorted in misery as he began to sob. “I don’t know what to do.”

You watched your best friend break down before taking him into your arms. He cried on your shoulder as you stroked his hair, in tears yourself.

“Peter…” You mumbled and pressed a sorrowful kiss to his head. Peters body shook against yours as he let out the tears he had been holding in. He pulled away after a minute and you were able to wipe his tears with your hands.

“How long has this been going on?” You asked gently as you handed him a tissue.

“She smacked me a few weeks into our relationship and she swore it would never happen again.” He sniffled.

“But it did, didn’t it?”

“Almost everyday. She just gets so mad all the time.” His voice cracked and you pulled him into another hug. “It’s never even over something I did. If she got a bad grade or got yelled at by a teacher, she takes it out on me. What did I do wrong?”

You pulled away and held his face between your hands.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You assured him. “People like her don’t need a reason to be violent. They just are. This isn’t your fault.”

“It feels like it is.” He shrugged sadly. “If I was a better boyfriend-“

“Stop that.” You cut him off. “Don’t make excuses for her. She’s an abuser. There is nothing you did or didn’t do that made her hurt you. She would’ve done this regardless.”

“I just feel so stupid.” He whimpered. “She’s always so apologetic after she hits me, and I always forgive her. I keep believing her when she says it won’t happen again, and then it does happen again and I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot. This is not your fault.” You swore. Peters bottom lip trembled as he searched your face, latching onto you for much needed comfort.

“I don’t know how to handle this.” He shook his head. “There’s no advice for men online. No one thinks we can be the victims too.”

“I’m so sorry, Peter. I believe you.” You pulled him down on the bed and held him close. He rested his head over your heartbeat and let you play with his hair. You couldn’t heal him, but you could remind him how it felt to be loved.

“Thank you.” He mumbled in appreciation as he leaned into your touch. He could already feel himself relaxing with you.

“Has she ever made you bleed?” You wondered as you untangled a knot in his curls.

“It’s rare, but it happened a few times.” He told you. “It’s strange; when it runs into your mouth, it’s almost…sweet.”

You didn’t know what to say, not trusting your voice to be steady if you tried to speak. It killed you that Peter has endured the abuse for so long and you felt almost ashamed for not realizing he needed help sooner.

“I could hurt her.” He said suddenly. “I could hurt her with half the force she uses against me. I know that.”

“But you don’t.”

“And I never would.” He confirmed.

“I’d never expect you too. It takes a big man to have the power you have and not fight back.” You looked down at him from your position. He gave you a sad smile before looking away.

“Then why do I feel so weak?” He asked timidly.

“You’re not weak. Shes just weighing you down.” You shook your head, angry at the thought of her. A silence settled in your room, the only sounds coming from your breathing.

“Why do you stay?” You asked suddenly. You couldn’t understand how a boy as smart as Peter could stay in a relationship that was so obviously toxic.

“There was this study that if you put frogs in boiling water, they’ll jump right out. But if you put a frog in warm water and slowly raise it to a boil, it’ll stay there until it dies. That’s what an abusive relationship is like.” Peter said slowly. “She slowly raised the temperature and now I’m…”

“Dying?” You finished his sentence for him and held him tighter. “I don’t want you to stay until you die. You deserve so much better.”

“Maybe I don’t deserve better. It’s not like over ever been given better. Maybe I’m getting exactly what I deserve.” Peter spoke softly, making you sit up. You climbed on top of him and pinned him to the mattress.

“Don’t say that, okay?” You demanded as your nose almost touched Peter’s. “That’s her talking. You have value that she can’t never take away. You deserve everything good in this world. I never want to hear you say that again.”

Peter breathed heavily as he looked up at you with a pink blush on his face. You became aware of your position and rolled off of him, laying next to him on the bed.

“Thanks.” He said breathlessly as you both stared at the ceiling.

“You’re welcome.” You rolled onto your side and looked at Peter. “I’m here for you, but we can’t fix this on our own. We need to tell an adult.”

“If I tell people, everyones gonna laugh at me for not fighting back.” Peter pointed out.

“No smart person would laugh at someone strong enough to take abuse this long.” You insisted. “You’re brave for not fighting back.”

“You think?” He smiled shyly at you. You smiled back and wrapped an arm around his torso.

“I know.”

~

You spotted Lorina the next day in the courtyard, face once again buried in her phone. The principle was busy calling her parents to let her know she was no longer welcomed back at Midtown Tech. She assured you and Peter that she would call the police as soon as she contacted Lorina’s parents, but you still wanted to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to give her a going away present before she left yours and Peters life forever.

“Hey, Lorina.” You walked up to her with a big smile.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” She said without looking up.

“Peter looked pretty beat up today.” You commented and leaned against the wall. She looked up from her phone with an annoyed expression and gave you a once over.

“Look, I don’t know what he told you but-“

“He didn’t tell me anything.” You cut her off and stepped closer to her. “Even covered in your bruises, he protected you. I just figured it out.”

“Couples fight. You wouldn’t know.” She sassed you and tried to go back to her phone. You pushed her phone down and stepped in front of her to gain her full attention.

“Couples fight with their words, not their fists.” You caged her between your arms and got in her face. “And from what I understand, your fights are always one sided.”

“It’s not my fault if he can’t be a man and defend himself.” She stepped up to you with a fire in her eyes.

“Peter would never hit you because he’s a boy. But guess what?” You asked as you cracked your knuckles.

“What?” She raised an unamused eyebrow.

“I’m not a boy.” You quipped before your first collided with her face.

-

I know it’s not always gonna end like this. You’re not always gonna get to punch your abuser in the face and walk free. I just hit 5k followers. That’s 5k people who need to be educated on this. I wanted to shed some light on this topic since I have a platform that allows me to. 1 in 4 men and 1 in 3 women will experience domestic abuse in some way in their lives. If you or someone you know is experiencing this, help is out there.

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[ktheist]

coworker!taehyung + question ideas #11 + “why are you following me?” :)

“why are you following me?”

pairings. coworker! next door neighbor!taehyung x reader ft. yeontan

words. 1.6k

genre. slice of life

x

kim taehyung and you didn’t start off on the right foot.

for one, his dog pooped on your left foot just as you were standing in front of your door. the urgent call from your company and intern you’re supervising being the cause of you not being able to step into your apartment. somewhere in the middle, you heard a bark and a ‘tannie, no!’ before something mushy touched your foot and stayed there even after you lifted it up and away from the ball of black and streaks of golden.

“i’m so sorry- he’s still under potty training,” taehyung’s adamant nature in apologizing eased the red that spread across your vision.

he offered to wash it off your 400$ heels but you’d refused, “it’s fine, these are old pairs, i was about to throw them away anyway.”

at the time, the relief that overlapped the guilt in his eyes was a kind of beauty that made your heart leap, “did you just move in?”

the apartment next to yours had been empty for a good few months now.

“yeah, last week,” he’d quickly tore one hand away from his dog and patted his palm down his jeans before offering it to you, “i’m taehyung.”

“____,” you’d shook his hand just before he was about to retract it upon further pondering, “and who’s this cutie?” you’d bent over slightly, offering your hand for a shake.

the pupper placed a paw on the tip of your fingers and barked, as though trying to answer you.

“oh, this is yeontan - tannie for short,” a small smile finally appeared on his lips though the lines in his forehead was still there.

shaking the pupper’s paw once, you smile, “tannie-yah, can i call you that?” 

yeontan barked once, you’d like to think it was a delightful mark of a new formed friendship.

that was friday.

on saturday, you met him in the morning with the same pupper barking at you in greeting.

“you boys going on a morning walk?” you’d smiled.

“yeah,” taehyung nodded before his eyes went to the ground and up again, “how are your heels?”

“oh, those old things? they’re in the trash now,” you’d bent over to the pupper in taehyung’s hands, “tannie-yah, thanks for helping me get rid of them.”

the dog-poop heel sat next to your bathtub after you’d wiped it clean with a wet tissue before slaving over the work that needed your attention the most. your bathroom reeked of dog feces still.

yeeun called you crazy for not demanding a single cent out of taehyung, “handsomeness can only go so far!”

well, taehyung’s definitely went further than having to get you a pair of new christian louboutin’s.

on sunday, you’d left in the early morning to your company. you weren’t sure if the cute dog owner next door went for a walk that day.

but you knew he wasn’t on monday.

clad in a suit and tie, he’d appeared more mature than the oversized t shirt and wide pants. the time between waiting for the elevator and chatting as it went down was fleeting. you were glad you’d had the extra time to talk while waiting for the bus.

when it came, you’d hurriedly waved him goodbye and stepped in, not knowing that he would enter and waited a few feet away from you because it was packed and he couldn’t come any closer to continue your conversation. you were left with exchanging smiles with each other.

by the time the bus stopped at the juncture a few blocks away from your company, you’d narrowed your eyes at the man who got off with you. he was fixing his tie when your question made him look up with rounded eyes.

“why are you following me?”

perhaps it was the tugged in the corners of your lips that eased his shock - granted, no one would want to be misunderstood as a stalker.

“i’m going to work,” he announced.

you remembered yeeun mentioning something about a newbie - at that time, you were too preoccupied to inquire more about when this newbie was starting.

“don’t tell me it’s at luxean,” you quizzed.

“no way,” he’d looked at you like he was seeing a ghost.

and that was how you’d went from next door neighbors to coworkers hiding the fact that they were next door neighbors.

“they’ll make us work overtime together!” you’d sighed, “since it’s more ‘convenient’ for us to meet up and finish up work.”

taehyung only chuckled but agreed anyway.

and so it went, you’d become bus buddies and coworkers with secrets. then you’d become meal buddies, knocking on your door at 8 in the pm and offering spicy rice cakes because, “hey, i ordered an extra, did you have dinner yet?”

it was obvious that you didn’t. and it was obvious that he knew, “do you wanna come over and have dinner together? it’s been awhile since me and tan have visitors over.”

then one dinner became two and two became three, until it was almost as natural as breathing to ask the other what they want for dinner.

“ugh, i’ve been craving chicken lately,” you’d thrown your head back, vapor wafting on top of your coffee.

it was break time and taehyung found you munching on snacks at the resting area before he decided to join you.

“me too, i think the last time i had it was three weeks ago,” he sighed, patting his tummy.

“should we go get swicy chicken tonight?” you grinned.

taehyung looked at you with a tilt in his head and a playful smile.

then came a time when you couldn’t afford take-outs anymore, “if i opened my purse, i’m afraid a butterfly will fly out.”

“should we cook?” he suggested.

“oh hell no,” you’d shaken your head rapidly, as though trying to shake off the horrendous recollections of the last time you tried cooking, “unless you want me to burn the whole building down!”

“with your brain and my skills, what could go wrong?” was what he said.

the answer was a lot of things. from the pollocks catching on fire to the apartment smelling like a cremation place to the both of you giving up and settling with ramen.

“we tried,” you announced.

“we did,” taehyung echoed your sentiments, if not a tad bit dejected because he was the one that got you in on the idea when you’d initially proposed for having ramen every night until payday.

then it was back to slaving in front of your laptop for hours on end and taehyung knocking on your apartment door at 3 in the am because he texted you prior to that, asking if you had some coffee.

“how close are you to being done?” you’d asked, handing him three tins of mocha.

“not even half,” he huffed.

but then came an idea and your half-working brain blurted it out carelessly, “wanna come over and do it together? at least we can motivate each other out.”

there was no reason why you couldn’t do it separately in your own apartments and checked up on the other through text. but taehyung didn’t seem to think of that option, “sure.”

he’d found your dog-pooped heel when he went for the bathroom and you’d remembered only after he’d went in. neither of you said anything after he came back but when your workload got lighter and you’d got your paycheck, taehyung knocked on your door on a weekend while you were in your pj’s and bedhair pointing in every direction.

he was donned in his usual over sized shirt and wide pants with a beanie as an addition. you almost slammed the door in his face but he was smiling like he’d always smiled at you.

“happy paycheck day,” a bark echoed a second later from somewhere behind him.

“taehyung - you didn’t-” your jaw was on the floor and you’d looked at the paper bag with the initials of YSL overlapping each other like it was fire.

“i did, and i want to,” he looked over at the ball of jet black that was looking up at grinning up at you, “right, tannie?”

“tannie, you should’ve been the voice of reason!” you’d playfully chided but hugged the paper bag to your chest anyway, “thank you, taehyung.”

it was somewhere down the line that kim taehyung asked if you’d wanted to go for coffee - and you’d dumbly offered the ones stocked up in your fridge before he’d looked away hesitantly, hand scratching the back of his head.

by then, you’d recovered from your idiocy, “oh- you- mean, coffee, like that kind of coffee.”

“it’s okay if you-” he quickly says but you’re quicker, index finger on his lips, a smile tucked in the corners of your lips - till this very day, you wonder where you got that confidence.

“i would be delighted to grab some coffee with you.”

taehyung looked at you then like he looks at you now, like he can’t believe that you said yes to a coffee date with him. like he can’t believe you said yes to moving in with him to save up for your dream house. like he can’t believe you’re standing there, in a white dress, yeontan sitting as still as he can next to you after escorting you down the aisle.

you mouth ‘i love you’ to him before the pastor finishes off his question for you. and you turn to the aging man, grin turning into a schooled smile like you do when he sees you dealing with your clients.

but then you steal a glance at him and the smile falters into a grin for the briefest moment before you say, sincerely, madly, deeply.

“i do.”

x

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Good Enough

Summary: From this ask:  i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.

A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.

Bag of Tricks One-Shots Masterlist

“How do you feel about the color orange?”

It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.

“I feel… fine?”

“Light orange or dark orange?”

“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”

“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.

“What for?”

You shrug.

When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if--

Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”

After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.

Even before he kissed you at the end of that horrid mission--- when you nearly drowned in some lake in Scotland. He had plunged into the murky depths, arm gushing blood, yanked you up onto shore and performed CPR. Your ribs nearly broke and Sam was by his side, head in his hands. Get up, get up, get up, goddamn it!

With a final two-handed press into your chest where the slightest bit of crunching could be heard, you spat. Two mouthfuls of foggy blue-green right into his face.

FUCK!

Sam sighed in relief, leaning back with his hands on his waist because if you hadn’t woken up, he thought, Bucky would have burned down the entire country.

I think--- another sputter as you attempted to catch your breath—the fucking Loch Ness monster--- fuck. I think I saw that shit.

Blinking the prickling from your eyes, you struggled to see clearly from the swelling of your lids. Your sternum felt bruised, and in front of you, Bucky looked about ready to burst into tears.

You got a little—haha—my spit—on your face.

He snarled and you reeled back in response. He snarled and shoved you back into the mud and kissed you until you coughed again into his mouth, a final splash dowsing a blazing moment.

Sam looked away with a grin and spoke into his earpiece, updating the rest of the team of your status. She’s up. Well—sort of. Barnes is kind of all over her.

Even before that moment, your head had been swimming with all thoughts of him along with desperate attempts to drive them away—make them small and unseen so you don’t trail behind him like a lovesick idiot.

He was the damn Winter Soldier. He was a legend and you were just a loud-mouthed kid, only twenty.

You had been rough around the edges, needing a lot of preparation and training before you could run any missions. There was a lot of difficulty at first, especially when it came to Steve. You were always too clumsy, too brash, not enough pirouettes and cartwheels. Whatever.

So, after days of doing nothing but getting scolded and running simulations alone with FRIDAY, Steve dragged Bucky into the weight room where you were throwing a seventy-pound medicine ball around like it was a can of soup.

Punch her. Steve had commanded with a smirk, a little irritated that earlier in the day you kicked his legs out underneath his shield. Punch her with your arm.

You almost shit yourself. And Bucky looked like he could have, too. It took a lot of yelling from Steve, yelling back from Bucky, and incomprehensible yelling from you before Bucky was so overwhelmed with the noise that he just did it.

That powerful arm pulled back, whirred, launched itself forward and you had bat it away like a ping pong ball, feet grounded assertively. Wide blue eyes pierced you, made your heart leap into your mouth, and when he did it again you were so struck by him it hit square in your chest.

Steve clapped his hands together. Great. Meet your new training buddy. You two rough each other up—Buck, you get her right because she’s inconsistent and I’ve got her signed up for a patrol three weeks out.

As Steve promised, three weeks later, you were crammed into a tiny car next to Bucky. The second his shoulder rubbed against yours, you found yourself thinking that you were either going to have his baby, or you were going to die alone.

It was a joke, to start, but you really had it bad, finding yourself more anxious and fearful, and covering it up with smart quips and comments in hopes of throwing him off.

Barnes, you get The Avengers Ass Award from me, Cap be damned.

Absurd bantering during jogs together when he would stop to pull his hair back and you were struggling to keep up. Your spine tingled when a strand of hair fell forward and hung over his face. Bucky are you from Tennessee ‘cause you’re the only ten-I-see.

He would laugh and wink, call you baby, and egg you on because kids are inexplicable, and Peter Parker’s twitter feed had opened his eyes to all sorts of compliments used in the modern age between friends.

Yeah, you would grin, totally, friends. Me and you, totally, definitely, friends.

Eight months later, Scotland turned the whole thing sideways.

Yeah. We all knew. Y’all are stupid-cute. Sam had snickered. In your ear through the comm link were cheers and whooping. Bucky turned red like the cut on his arm.

-

“What about green? How do you feel about green?”

“You’re doin’ the thing again.” His comment borders on annoyed as he gives you a sideways glance, throwing his toothbrush back in the cup with a tinny clink.

“What thing?”

“Pretending you’re deaf.”

“Okay...” You smirk, “but what about green? You like green?”

He scoffs, moves so that he’s behind you and swings both arms around to lock over your middle. His chin rests on your shoulder, the scruff of his beard rubbing against your cheek. Once again, you’re reminded of just how much you adore him. Your tummy flutters with nerves as his eyes find yours in the glass, big and curious.

“What’s goin on with you? Tell me what you’re thinking.”

-

Tell me what you’re thinking.

The fallout of Scotland lingered awkwardly after the plane ride when he rushed back to his room taking long strides and not giving you another glance. He didn’t even have the courage to look at you—only facing the side wall, tucked himself behind the button panel.

Two weeks passed before you cornered him in his own room and spoke those words that would eventually become an integral part of your relationship.

Tell me what you’re thinking, Bucky. If it was a mistake, tell me. If it wasn’t, tell me. You’ve been avoiding me and look—Barnes, I want your goddamn babies, but c’mon. You gotta throw me a bone, I’m shit at reading signs.

There was a strange look in his eye, an overcast sweep staring at his hands clenched together tightly, and for the first time in a long time he didn’t laugh at your jokes. The plates whirred to his left, the knuckles turned bone white on his right. You opened your mouth silently. Three breaths passed before you pushed him up against the wall, using all your strength to peel his hands away.

Then, a kiss. The softest of kisses you could give another human being. Because he was made of memories and regret���pieced back together in the form of Bucky Barnes as fragile as a glass menagerie. You didn’t have to ask him what he was thinking again—it was all over his face: He wasn’t good enough. He was a broken thing. You deserved better. Someone your age, maybe someone who could give you a different life.

So, as you had always done, you bat it away and grabbed him by the face. The second kiss had bruised you both. Sam didn’t let either of you live down matching cut lips for a month.

-

“What’s your favorite animal?” You ask quietly, ignoring Bucky’s question as you snuggle up next to him in bed.

“Darlin’… I’m tired. Either tell me what it is, or lemme go to sleep.”

You pout and ram your forehead into his arm childishly, “Just tell me!” Usually he thinks it’s cute when you act like this, but tonight he’s had enough of it. He calls your name in a low tone, the same kind of voice Steve uses when you’ve been too nonchalant with mission orders.

In the dark, you grip onto his hand and press your cheek against his arm, commanding your throbbing heart to still just for a moment. “Do you remember when we went to Clint’s place last year?”

“For Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah. And he—he had some of Laura’s family over?”

“And that wretched green bean casserole?”

You laugh a little, swallow thickly, “Remember after dessert when I asked to hold the baby?”

Bucky pauses, digs around in his brain for the moment, “Yeah—you said it was ugly and…”

The lamp on the end-table floods the room orange as Bucky sits up and peers down at you still attached to his elbow. There is recognition in his eyes and suddenly he looks his age—pallid, gaunt, and so deeply afraid. You can only manage a tiny lopsided tug of your lips.

“Are you?” He asks, voice shaking.

You wring your hands nervously, shut your eyes, and hope that when they open Bucky’s expression would change from pained to elated.

“Shit, baby. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“Okay, guess you’re not taking it well.” Your face burns with embarrassment before the heat falls into your stomach like stones. It should have been a moment of bliss—when the man you love would scoop you up into his arms and spin you around while confetti flakes sprinkles from the sky. Then, fireworks, shot by Iron Man would spell Baby Barnes! in the background.

Instead, Bucky looks like he might die on the spot.

He can’t help but feel so worthless, because he hardly feels like he deserves you most days, much less face the thought of bringing an entire person into the world. A child. An innocent. And him—unworthy of goodness.

He chokes, “Baby, I—the, fuck. I can’t give this kid—” He sputters and groans, throws his head back against the wall and you think you might hear the plaster cracking behind his skull. Your face twists into a look of irritation.

“You better not say what I think you’re going to say.”

He looks up, shocked, then quickly ashamed.

-

I can’t give you the life that you deserve. You’re… you’ve got better options than me. You deserve to be with someone your age.

Four months after the near-drowning and the most perfect, sweetest, kiss. Four months after telling you he would love you, Bucky pulled away in the middle of the night and shut himself out of his own future. You had laughed, and then cried, and then let him have his way. Okay. Yeah, if you really think so.

The next week, Tony threw a party for the new SHIELD recruits and you had gotten extremely drunk off eight mouthfuls of whiskey. Across the room was one very expensive Japanese vase, standing five feet tall and gaping at the ceiling.

The recruit next to you watched in awe as you tossed all empty shot-glasses clear over the heads of seventy people and they crashed into the chasm of the urn, hand up dramatically as if you were making a 3-pointer. Steph Curry with the shot, boy!

Tony sent Bucky a contemptuous look and mouthed fix this the same time the young man’s arm snaked around your waist. Then, you clasped your hand over his with a wolfish grin and waltzed with him out of the room.

Bucky stormed after, snatching you off the recruit who was happily kissing you against the wall. Bucky scowled, squared his shoulders and demanded to know what you were thinking.

With a wide and slow sweep of your outstretched hand, you bowed, teetering just a little.

Buck, you said I deserved better. Here it is. Its name is Henderson.

Bucky pointed at the agent, suddenly caught in the middle of a quarrel he never intended on seeing. The Winter Soldier, looking like he could level the floor, and you, just as strong, glaring back matching his ferocity. You think this … boy –a condescending scoff sent Henderson shrinking down-- could give you better?

He’s my age! Wasn’t that your suggestion? Hey! Henderson, you can give me ‘better’, right? Go grind on each other at a club like us kids do? Make-out in public and dry-hump in the car before fucking all night at your place? Or hey--- let’s fuck all night right here! Do you know—Henderson, do you know whose room is two doors away from mine?

Henderson had been smart enough to sneak away before he could see Bucky press you up against the wall and latch his mouth onto yours. Tears were streaming down your face, way before your tirade had finished. It poured and dripped and wet the front of both your shirts. Bucky Barnes, you’re full of--  

He didn’t let you finish. He held your face and wiped your tears. He kissed you again for the last first time, rekindling the fire he had been trying to extinguish.

It would burn, Bucky thought then, until you chose to leave him, because he wasn’t going to leave you again.

-

“Say it to me again.” You hiss, “Try me.”

“Baby…”

You crawl on top, grab his face with one hand and squeeze until his cheeks mush up and his mouth hangs open. “Don’t be so fucking self-deprecating! I don’t like it! You’re being mean to my Bucky and I’m gonna beat you up because I love him!”

“Un--- o—okay- hon, leggo—” the words escape him pinched together, but you are stubborn. You hold on longer, glare at him harder until he lets out a long-suffering sigh, relenting with a smile—still crushed by your thumb.

Happily, you give him a kiss on the cheek and let go. Bucky rubs his jaw where your fingerprints feel like they might bruise more than just his ego.

A tentative look at your belly, still smooth and firm. His hand finds the plane of it, fingers brushing the skin and over newly forming goosebumps. A surprising amount of excitement flutters in his own at the thought. It’d be good. A good baby. Made up of him and you, and the love you’ve fostered in him, too.

“Mmm, so… green?” You mutter, leaning down to kiss him once more. “How do you feel about green?”

Bucky laughs into your mouth. Defeated. Elated.

“Yeah. Green’s good, honey. Green’s good.”

-

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Eight: Heat/Ice

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Playing hooky leads to more delicious food (Sy cooks! Swoon!), some deep conversation, and new revelations about Shane’s past.

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Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings:  Language, mature themes, more food sluttiness, shameless nerd speak, unfettered and shameless sappiness.

Author’s Note: So, guys, I’m sorry. I really wanted to get this chapter to you Sunday. Life has just been a bit disheartening of late. Between being upset over some personal turmoil some friends are going through (two of my oldest friends are getting a divorce!) and coming home from work utterly exhausted on all possible levels, it’s been hard to write about lovey dovey things. As I said in my recent reblog of my masterlist, though, I’m working on some prologues, one for each character. I don’t plan on them being terribly long, but I want you guys to have some more back story.

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It was hard to feel guilty for calling out of work for the afternoon under false pretenses when she was curled up on the sectional in Sy’s “nerd lair” with his head in her lap as they watched John Wick on the massive TV he had down there.

“You mean to tell me we watched the entire Bourne franchise upstairs on that…that iPod Touch, by comparison, when we could have watched down here on this majestic monolith!? In what is essentially a theater!?” She’d asked immediately, derailing the grand tour of the museum of things she would soon find amazing.

“Hey, I haven’t been coming down here a whole lot since I hurt my knee. Stairs haven't exactly been easy or, ya know, possible. I had my gaming computer down here for weeks, too, couldn't do a damn thing about it, because I didn't trust a'one of my buddies or my neighbors to haul her up the stairs for me. Leia's a custom machine worth thousands a' dollars. If she's getting' broke, it's all gonna be on me."

"You named your gaming computer? Leia?" So many emotions were flooding her. Adoration, sympathy, lust, and just a sheer need to squeeze the bejeezus out of him.

"Yeah, it's a common thing. And…not to be that guy, but…you do know who Leia is, right?

"If by Leia, you mean Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan, true daughter of Darth Vader, adopted by Bail Organa at birth, sister of Luke Skywalker, hero of the Rebellion against the Empire?"

"Hey, I thought you wanted to take things slow, sunshine." he pulled her close, flush with his body. "Then you go talkin' all sexy to me like that." he lingered at her cheek with light kisses.

"Well, you did the same with your baseball talk the other night." she moaned into the contact with relish.

"I can't help it if certain sports terms have made their way into everyday speech. Your…exposition there, about my boyhood crush was intentional."

"You had a crush on Leia?" he nodded, shyly. "I had a crush on Han! Heck with Cap and Widow, THERE'S our couple's costume for next Halloween!" she said, excitedly!

"Oh, I didn't know you were talking about costumes for public use." he said, a naughty smirk in his eye.

"Stop it, you. Finish your tour. I want that soup on the stove." she said, patting her tummy.

He showed her the various memorabilia he'd procured over the years. Posters from a few of her favorites, and a few others that she recognized but wasn't as excited about. Die Cast models of several famous film vessels and vehicles, and a "life size" LEGO R2-D2 which would have had her salivating even if she hadn't been hungry. Apparently it took him almost a month to assemble the droid, but he did it all by himself.

"Aww…I wish I could have helped." she lamented.

"Maybe I'll pick up the Death Star and we can do that one together."

She nodded excitedly, eyes wide, rubbing her hands together in front of her chin with greed.

"Okay, little mouse." he chuckled. "Let's fill that belly and start this movie."

They filled massive bowls with generous portions and took the crackers down stairs so they could start the marathon. If they wanted to get through all three films tonight, they'd best get started.

They were both fairly quick eaters out of habit given her often truncated lunch breaks and his typical ten minutes in the mess hall. Even savoring the delicious creamy, cheesy concoction, as she tried to do, it was hard to slow down on. It did give her something to focus on during the first, emotionally devastating part of the film though. Once she finished, she expressed a final  groan of delight and thanked Sy, kissing him on his cheek as she held the other. She felt the smile bloom across his face as she prolonged the contact.

They were about halfway through the movie, a big fight scene in a night club, when something dark and grim hit Shane in the chest. Watching Keanu Reeves pretend to beat up and kill all of these actors and stunt men, it occurred to her that the man with his head resting gently on her lap, long body taking up the rest of that side of the sectional, had fought and killed. The man letting her play her fingers through his hair and beard had shot and blown up people. He was told to do it. Ordered to do it. But even though he was doing it lawfully and by military order, as far as she knew, it was still his job…at least some of the time. She knew that was an oversimplification of the function of the armed forces, but…sometimes, it was an apt description.

She had never thought of Sy like that before. Someone other than the strong but gentle teddy bear that had come to be such a comforting presence in her life. She needed that, after all she'd been through…she tried not to think about the hurt of her last relationship. She hadn't discussed it with Sy. It was history. Ancient history. But she was, after all, a believer in the fact that those who knew nothing of the past were doomed to repeat it. She'd tell him…one day. Everything that Elliott had done to her…had put her through. But not tonight. Suddenly, she thought being on the arm of a soldier, someone who'd lived the kind of life that Captain Logan Syverson had lived, might make her feel more safe than she had in ages.

"You're awful quiet, sunshine." he said, cracking a beer open and handing it to her before doing the same for himself and sitting down with his thick arm around her.

"Just…trying to be respectful of the movie experience. You know." she smirked at him as the menu music to the second movie played.

"It ain't that. I know this is still new, what we're doin', but I've watched enough movies with ya over the last few weeks to know that you don't keep quiet for a full length feature." Shane worried the tab on her cold Miller Lite. She wasn't sure how to bring this forward. "Spill it, sweetheart. What's eatin' ya?"

"What…what do you think about when you're watching movies like this, Sy?"

"Guess, same as anybody. How awesome the fighting and driving is. Wondering when Keanu got to be a badass. And if there's really an underground society of assassins. Why, hon?"

"I, umm, I only wondered if it…it doesn't make you miss…your job?"

The smile he gave her was both bemused and amused. "Come 'ere." he prompted her to lean her head into him, and sat his beer down on the buffet behind the couch so he could better hold her. "Do we need to go over the function of a captain of the Army of These United States? Because as flattered as I am that you think so highly of me, I'm no John Wick, nor do I know anyone like John Wick. Or five guys that would make one John Wick. Ten guys. Maybe twenty."

"The fighting doesn't bring anything back?" she smoothed the creases in his shorts as she tried not to act like she was over thinking his past.

"That fightin’s…it's like dancing. It's choreographed, precise, and the outcome is predetermined. Real fights are the exact opposite. They're chaos, unpredictable, and the right guys don't always win. Trust me, I've seen a lot of them go south in a big way." they both let a moment of silence pass before Sy broke it. "What’re ya really askin’, Shane?"

She wanted to ask so many things. The questions seemed to clog the ventricles of her brain like leaves in a rain gutter. Bottlenecked traffic.

"I just…couldn't help but think…about things you must have had to do when…when you were active, and I just…if you need to talk about anything, I'm here." She imagined that taking someone's life, no matter how personal or impersonal the act itself seemed on the surface, would create some level of emotional scarring.

“Oh, sweetheart." he kissed the top of her head, making her feel as warm and cozy as the soup had…perhaps more so. "You are important to me for so many reasons. You've shown me how to smile again. Laugh. Real, genuine happiness. No sarcastic shit like I had to use on my men in my squad. But although I'd feel comfortable talkin' to ya 'bout near anything, there's a counselor on the base who's specifically trained to help guys like me. Who've seen what I've seen and been through…similar situations. He makes sure I don't feel like less of a man for what happened to me. You make me feel…like more than a man…something stronger than I thought possible."

She was straining hard to corral the tears within her waterline, but they broke free when he squeezed her tightly to him with both of his massive arms.

"So…that HEP I gave you is working?" she laughed, knowing full well that his home exercise program had no bearing on the strength he meant.

"Come on, Shane." he raised an eyebrow at her, challenging her to see herself the way he saw her. "Them handouts you give me don't mean a hill o' beans in this conversation and you know it. The way you hold yourself, speak to others. There is so much quiet strength in your kindness that comes right out of your beautiful little heart. Some days I'll see you working with kids, if I get in early, and I know they annoy you and freak you out, but you never let that show." He looked into her eyes, misty from emotion, and he wiped away the tears from her cheeks. "I'll never be able to explain it right, the way you inspire me to be a better and stronger man. And my heart just breaks to hear you put yourself down. And don't say you're just kidding, because I know you think you are, but behind every one of those jokes is a truth, at least as you see it." He'd seen her make to argue and knew her tactic before she had attempted it. "Give yourself some credit, Shane."

"I'm too busy blaming myself for the bad stuff to give myself credit for anything good." she sniffed. "You're the first guy I've…I've been involved with that's acted like I was worth anything more than a meal ticket. Someone who was only suitable for enough sex to make it an official relationship just so they could have a place to live, and do whatever quasi-job was a thing. First serious boyfriend was a freelance writer, but he never seemed to be writing. Then there was the guy with the internet start-up…but he could never tell me in a satisfactory way what the company actually did…so that was brief."

He seemed to know she was bracing for something big. Something difficult. He gave her silence and stroked her shoulder in encouragement to continue. She took one of her deepest ever breaths.

"Then came Elliott. Elliott Thomas. My last boyfriend. The worst of them all. Most useless and greatest offender. I ignored all of the signs, of course. He had a YouTube channel and an Instagram that he was trying to gain followers on and become a so-called "influencer." she rolled her eyes. "He had no life skills. He had a bit of an eye for photography and he could find humor in uncommon places, which he thought made him insta-famous and vlog-worthy."

"I hate him already." Sy growled.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you the rest, then." he asked her to go on. "He always seemed to find these ways to cheat on me and lie to me that I couldn't quite prove, but I was just certain of. But I just…I didn't want to believe it. I wanted THAT one to work. Well. I came home one night after work, and he had another girl in our bedroom. I told him he had until the next day when I got home to leave. Things got a little physical, but I can hold my own." she said, proudly, "and I bolted with my purse. I stayed with Heather, our evening secretary, and we hashed it out, and got a little blitzed on moscato, and cried together."

"Wow."

"He was gone the next day. All I heard from my landlord was, 'you shouldn't be hearing from him anytime soon.' so I guess he had his cop buddies send him a message. He blocked me on all social media and I haven't heard a peep from him since. That was five years ago."

"What a scum bag." he stated, obviously.

"Yeah, I haven't been able to really think about a relationship since then…until…" she let the word hang there, knowing they both knew what the end of the sentence was. "Until I met you." Drifting unsaid in the ether of the unspoken.

"It's been a long time for me too. I mean…I haven't quite been a monk, but I haven't…I haven't cared for a girl since…actually, I've never felt this way about anyone."

"I didn't mean to unpack all of that tonight when we're only a third of the way through our marathon. I really wasn't even going to bring it up at all. It's just…been on my mind. Ya know. I once heard a very poignant parable about keeping your mouth shut if you're warm and happy. I was attempting to do that." she chuckled.

"Yeah, but we need to be able to open up to people in this life. Keeping a bottle stopped under pressure ain't no good for the bottle. Or what's inside."

"Such wisdom. You know just what to say to me." she grinned into him.

"Just seen what keeping yourself closed off can do to a person. And the people they love."

Love…there was that word in the air. Not officially said, but felt in all ways. They held each other close as the opening to the second movie played.

Up Next: Chapter Nine-Group Therapy

[bangtansbun]

Little Ones || Part Two

pairing: human!jin and namjoon, and hybrid!jimin, taehyung, & jungkook

genre: fluff

summary: Jin’s best friend, Namjoon, gets to see the boys for the first time since they left the adoption center. The two adults get to catch up with each other and Namjoon suggests something to Jin that he thinks will make both of them happier.

series: part 2/??

part 1

word count: 2,348

To Namjoon:

[10:17am] Hey, Joonie!  Are you free for lunch today??

From Namjoon:

[10:18am] Yeah, I’d love to have lunch with you guys! :)

To Namjoon:

[10:20am] Perfect :) the boys would love to see you and I miss you!

From Namjoon: 

[10:21am] I miss you too, hyung! Name the time and place and I’ll be there :)

To Namjoon:

[10:24am] How about noon at Stardew Diner?

From Namjoon:

[10:25am] I’ll see you there!!

“Alright boys! It’s time to start getting ready for the day!” Jin shouts to them from the kitchen where he’s been puttering around for his next article. Jungkook and Tae had been watching Fairly Odd Parents all morning while Jimin snoozed in a sun spot on the ground, his gray fluffy tail curled around him for extra warmth. 

The two cartoon-watching hybrids snapped their heads around, “where are we goin, hyungie?” the bengal kitten asked with round eyes. “We’re going to have lunch with Namjoonie today. We’re friends remember?” Before Jin could even think of saying anything else the two of them jumped off the couch yelling a chorus of yays, effectively waking up their older brother. “Wh-what’s going on?” Jimin asks with his eyes slowly blinking open. “WE’RE GOING TO SEE NAMJOON-HYUNGIE!!!!” the youngest shouts at him out of pure excitement. That wakes Jimin right up, but now he has a huge grin on his face. “Okay, okay, I know you’re excited, but you all need to go wash up and get dressed. We’ll head out at 11:45, so be ready.”  They all nod their heads quickly as they take off down the hallway toward their respective bedrooms.

The boys had been with Jin for a couple weeks now and were finally starting to really settle in. Jimin now has his bedroom all fixed up with everything he could possibly need and they were all starting to get more comfortable as a new little family. Jin has been feeling so content with boys starting to come out of their shells more, especially Jimin who seemed the most guarded from the beginning.

While Jin cleans up his mess in the kitchen and heads to his own room to get ready, the hybrids are rushing around to grab bath towels and clothes so they can be ready in time. “Wait! Jungkookie-ah, before we go shower, which shirt should I wear: green teen titans or blue airbender?” Tae asks as he looks  between the shirts, brows furrowed and spotted ears twitching as he waits for a response. Kook begins to tap a finger on his nose, “hmmm, dat one, Tae-Tae!” he says as he points to the avatar t-shirt. Taehyung gives a big toothy smile to him before they both scurry off to take their shower.

Jimin likes to take his showers at night so he didn’t need to worry making  sure his little brothers didn’t hog up all of the hot water. However, his hair was a mess this morning from his nap and no matter what he did he still thought it looked bad. He frowned at himself in his floor length mirror before he padded off to Jin’s room.

He knocked on the door before lightly pushing the door open, peaking through the crack to see if it was safe to enter. Jin was just pulling a hoodie over his t-shirt when he heard the knock. “Come on in,” he said to whoever was behind the creaking door. Jimin stepped in and walked up to Jin, hair brush in hand. “Can you please help me Jinnie-hyung? I can’t do my hair,” he says with his plush lips in a big pout and dark gray ears flat on his head out of frustration. How could Jin possibly say no to that face? “Of course, Minnie. Your hair is long enough to do braids, how about I do two french braids in a half-up, half-down style?” Jimin’s ears immediately perked up and eyes turning into crescent moons. He handed over his brush and sat on the bed with Jin so he could do his hair. Jin hummed softly while he brushed through his soft hair, giving Jimin little ear scratches here and there. The little boy seemed so relaxed in that moment and Jin savored it, storing it away, a keepsake for his memory.

Once 11:45am rolled around, everyone was ready and getting themselves situated into the car. “Okay, you boys ready to see Joonie?” he says with excitement, and the three hybrids in the back all start chanting “yes! yes! yes!” with fists pumping in the air. They were ecstatic, to say the least. 

They arrive just in time, but as Jin expected, his best friend was already there and had grabbed a table for the five of them. The second the three little ones see him they all run up and pile onto him, effectively suffocating him in the process. “Hey, guys! How have you three little monsters been?” he asks as he squishes them to him in a big group hug. “Hey, we’re not monsters! We’re good boys!” Taehyung says to him, with a serious look on his face. Namjoon and Jin laugh at this, “I’m just messing with you, buddy, but knowing how you and Kookie play, I’m sure you wear Jin out sometimes.” The two hybrids named turn to him with questioning looks, “ah, they’re really not too bad, they just play hard.” He reaches over and scratches their ears affectionately.  

Jin takes a seat across from his friend, Jimin coming in beside him, and the younger two sandwiching Namjoon. The two adults get the boys to settle down as the server takes their drink and food orders. Young hybrids out in public with empty tummies do not usually make for a great time, as Jin has quickly discovered.

While the boys are preoccupied with crayon games of tic-tac-toe and coloring, Jin and Namjoon start to catch up with each other. Since making the adjustment of going from a one person household to a four person household, Jin hasn’t gotten to see his best friend and, truth be told, he missed him a lot.

“How’s it been going so far? I feel like we’ve barely spoken since you adopted the three little rascals,” Namjoon chuckles at the end of his sentence and takes a sip of his water. “Actually, a lot easier than I thought it would have. They argue sometimes, as any set of brothers would, but they’re actually really well behaved most of the time. I’m mainly just trying to make them comfortable and trying to get them to come out of their shells more.” Namjoon nods his head to this. 

Having been with the hybrids for a little bit while they were at the adoption center, he knew how closed off they could be sometimes. Namjoon lowers his voice, “how’s Jimin been? I know you were a little worried about him at first. No doubt the other two are adjusting just fine.” they both look over to the animated bunny and bengal hybrid, smiles on their faces. “He’s still a little more reserved than the other two, but I can definitely tell he’s warming up to me. He let me do his hair this morning,” there’s a gleam in Jin’s eyes when he tells his best friend this. Namjoon’s heart swells, he couldn’t be happier that Jin and the boys are doing so well. He can tell that Jin truly loves them with his whole being. 

The server brings their food to them, bringing their conversation to a halt for a minute or two. The hybrids gasp with ooohs and ahhhs as their food is set in front of them, clearly excited to start munching. “I’m glad it’s going so well. You all seem very happy and that makes me happy too,” Namjoon grins widely, and Jin notices his cute dimples that are on display. “Thanks for checking in so much, Joonie. If it wasn’t for you, none of this would have happened anyway,” Jin gives a soft smile back to him. Namjoon nods at him, shyly acknowledging Jin’s appreciation. With that, they all happily eat their lunch, growling bellies being tamed.

Before they head off to go to their respective homes, Namjoon grabs Jin by the elbow, wanting to run something by him. “Something wrong, Joon?” Jin asks with concern written on his face. “Oh, no! Not at all. I just wanted to ask you something.” Jin’s shoulders noticeably relax, “sure, what is it?” Just before Namjoon asks, Jin hurries the boys into the car just in case the subject matter is more serious than what they need to hear. “I, I just really miss getting to see you and talk with you. I know you’re really busy with work and them, but you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose that. I’d like for us to make more of an effort to hang out with each other. I also really love those boys, so I have a proposition,” Namjoon is nervously running his hand through his hair. 

Jin is intrigued as to what his best friend is going on about. “Again, I know you’re busy and everything, but I was wondering if maybe I could come over on some of my off days and spend some time with you and the boys if you’re not working. I can even watch them for you on some days, keep them entertained if you need. Point is, I just want to spend more time with you all. Even if that means playing PUBG or watching Teen Titans all day.” 

Jin’s heart is warmed by the thought that Namjoon would offer up so much of  his free time just to see each other more often. He didn’t know how he got so lucky as to have him in his life, and he certainly wasn’t about to let him go. “Of course, I miss you too and I’d love to have you over more often. I know the boys would love to see you too. Maybe we all can even go out on days where I’m not busy working - to the park or something. Don’t worry, you’re not losing me as a friend just because I’m busier. I’ll always make time for you,” Jin smiles at him and gives Namjoon’s shoulder a rub.

Namjoon lets out an audible sigh of relief. “Okay, well, I’ll see you soon then?” Jin nods as they start to part slowly in the direction of their cars. “Of course, just let me know what days you’re off!” Both feeling lighter and optimistic from their talk, they head back home, looking forward to the week ahead of them.

Once they’re back home, the boys all seem to be tuckered out from all of the excitement at lunch. Jimin walks almost like a zombie over to his designated napping spot, fluffy gray tail dragging on the floor behind him. Taehyung also heads toward his room, eyelids fluttering as he walks in that direction. Kook is stood in the middle of the living space, unsure of what he wants to do. “Come here, Kookie,” comes a voice from the sun spot in the living room. Jungkook walks over and Jimin has one eye peaked open and he’s holding his blanket up for Jungkook to get under with him. He hurries over and snuggles in closely to his eldest brother. 

With all of them napping soundly, Jin uses this time to catch up on some more work. He’d actually gotten the idea from their first family meal they had together. His article for this month’s issue was “7 Simple Meals for Fussy Eaters.” Although he thought it might be difficult to satisfy Jimin’s eating habits, he’d actually had a lot of fun coming up with recipes that were simple and delicious enough for the picky hybrid. He thought sharing what he learned might be helpful to others too. 

As Jin sat there writing his article, he began to reminisce on the past couple of weeks. He felt like the boys had already bloomed so much from when they first arrived. He new a lot of their habits now and how best to talk to them. He loved getting to learn more each day. Taehyung was such a free spirit, always doing what made him most happy. He loved a wide array of things, spanning from painting, to video games with Kook, and playing dress up. Jungkook was the most open out of all of them, always wanting snuggles and to play with his brothers. Jimin, although reserved at times, was possibly the sweetest of the three. He valued quality time, watching cartoons as a family, and taking care of this little brothers. Each of them so different from the other, but all so lovable, nonetheless.

Caught up in the moment, having subconsciously stopped typing as he daydreamed, a buzz from his phone finally broke him from his trance.

New Message From Namjoon:

[2:22pm] So, I’m free Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday this up coming week. Any of those work for you?

To Namjoon:

[2:23pm] They all work great! In fact, why don’t you spend the night on Tuesday? I’m sure the boys would love a sleep over :)

From Namjoon:

[2:24pm] Really?? I’d love that :)

To Namjoon:

[2:26pm] Of course! We’ll probably have to build a fort or two with the boys, but once we send them off to bed we can have a beer together!

From Namjoon:

[2:27pm] Sounds perfect :) I’ll see you Tuesday then!

To Namjoon:

[2:28pm] See you then, Joonie!!

Setting his phone down on the desk, Jin looks back at the two boys fast asleep in each other’s arms. He’s smiling at himself and at the prospects of next week. He’s excited to get to see Namjoon more and he knows that it’ll make the three little hybrids really happy too. With next week’s plans all figured out and contentment washing over him, Jin returns back to his work, determined to get some of it done before they all wake up.

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[gruviafan-forever]

JERZA- BABYSITTING

A/N: This oneshot revolves around Jerza couple. A new try on my part. Hope everyone likes it.

Few years after 100 years quest

"Oi Juvia, hurry up we have to catch the train."

Gray called out his wife, Juvia Loc- no…, Juvia Fullbuster who was hugging and crying over her baby.

The famous Gruvia couple, as called by the She-demon, Mirajane, got married 3 years back, exactly after dating for 2 whole years.

Gray, as soon as he returned from the epic 100 years quest which was successfully completed along with his teammates, didn't spare a day and confessed his love to Juvia and began to pursue their relationship.

"Gray-sama, Juvia refuses to leave her baby. Juvia is calling off the mission. She's not coming with you." 

Juvia continued to wince while hugging her baby boy, Silver Fullbuster, who giggled and had his chubby arms around her neck.

The youngest Fullbuster was just 8 months old making him the youngest member of the guild at present, after Natsu and Lucy's daughter, Luna Dragneel, 2years.

Erza Fernandez, yes, now happily married to her long time crush, Jellal Fernandez, tapped her sister-like Juvia's shoulder.

"Juvia, don't worry. I will take care of him and later at evening, Jellal will join us. Just go and finish that important mission. We are here with him."

The little boy's eyes sparkled seeing his scarlet haired aunt and flashed her a toothless smile which Erza responded back along with pinching his chubby cheeks.

Gray wore his arms around Juvia's shoulders and tried to console her, 

"Juvia, it's just for 3 days. I know how painful it is be away from our little man. But duty calls for especially when it's an important mission assigned by Gramps. 

     Erza and Jellal will take care of him in our absence. Now stop crying, it hurts to see my wife like this." 

Gray kissed her temples and wiped those large tears with his finger.

"Yeah Juvia, Gray's right. Now give Silver to me. And don't worry about this cutie." 

Erza took the baby from Juvia's arms and brought him towards her breasts.

Juvia nodded and gave a parting kiss on her baby's cheeks while Gray did the same and soon dashed out of the Fernandez household before Silver begans to whimper and throw tantrum sensing their absence.

"Okay cutie, now it's you and me. Soon your uncle will join us. But before that come let's feed you something to fill that tiny tummy of yours."

 Erza cooed and nuzzled her nose against his chubby cheeks. Luckily, Silver didn't make a fuss due to his parent's absence.

After an hour, Jellal returned home after finishing a tiresome S-class solo quest which lasted for a week. He joined Fairy Tail as soon as they got married.

As he entered his house, Jellal was met with a beautiful sight of his lovely wife playing bricks with the little Fullbuster.

Jellal wore a soft smile on his handsome visage and approached the very engrossed duo who were on their own fantasy world.

Sensing her husband's presence, Erza smiled brightly and got up from the floor to greet him with a proper 'welcome-back home' manner.

Both simultaneously closed the gap between them and soon their awaiting, aching lips met each other to exchange the pleasantries.

Jellal snaked his arms around her hips to pull her towards his body while Erza hugged his torso tightly. 

"Mrs.Jellal, I missed you." 

Jellal said earnestly and kissed her forehead.

Erza gave her genuine smile,

 "Yes, even I missed my Mr.Jellal. And I have a very good news. If only you want to listen to it."

Both of them were lost in their own world until the little nuts whimpered to gather the spotlight.

Erza broke from the hug and went upto Silver to carry him in her arms.

Jellal joined her and tried to grab the baby's attention by creating tiny twinkling stars with his magic.

As expected, Silver stopped crying and his big blue doe eyes began to sparkle seeing the tiny elements around him.

The couple laughed at his cute attempt to catch those shining objects.

Jellal ruffled the little guy's raven messy hairs and pinched his cheeks.

Erza passed the baby to her husband and went to get him something to drink.

Jellal sat on the couch with the baby in his hands while Silver began pulling his uncle's blue hairs which reminded his of mommy's hairs.

Jellal tried to balance Silver by making him stand on his lap and began to bounce the little guy which made Silver squeak out loud.

"My...my...look who's having fun with his uncle." 

Erza exclaimed as she bought along with her a tray containing juice and some cookies which Juvia baked for the couple.

"Yeah, who wouldn't enjoy their time with me. Isn't it buddy?" 

Jellal smirked which made Erza blush rivaling her scarlet hair.

Erza coughed and diverted her look from her husband due to embarrassment. 

Jellal chuckled seeing his wife's pouted face and thought it has adorable.

"Okay Erza, I was wondering how did Juvia leave for mission this soon. Is the mission for a day?" 

Jellal asked her his doubt.

Erza sat besides her husband and passed him the glass of juice, 

"At the last moment, she called off the mission but Gray and myself convinced her.

    I assured her that we will take care of her baby. Luckily, you came as expected. Now we will have to entertain this little guest for three days."

Erza smiled and began to drink her juice. Jellal made the little guy sit on his lap and held in one arm while other hand holded the glass.

"So what's the good news you were going to tell me?" 

Jellal asked her remembering her words.

Erza blushed and looked at her husband fondly which made Jellal smile at her genuinely, 

"We are going to be parents."

Erza slowly broke the news with a flushed face and smiling brightly.

Jellal eyes widened to due to surprise and soon millions of emotions flowed through his veins.

Erza's smile began to fall seeing her husband's confused face, according to her.

 Jellal kept the glass on the coffee table and safely tucked the baby Fullbuster in between them.

"Jellal, aren't you happy?"

 Erza's voice began to break. Soon Jellal caught hold of her cheeks and smiled widely with happy tears glistening his brown orbs.

"I'm very much thrilled. Thank you, Erza. Thank you. I never thought that my sins would ever be forgiven and start a life with you. But looks like all this while is real. Believe I'm really happy. 

     All this time I had to fight my thoughts for thinking my life with you would be a delusion. 

    Now I get it, it's not but it's freaking reality which I love and will cherish it for the entire lifetime."

Jellal kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug being careful not to squeeze the tiny soul in between them.

Erza caressed his back and whispered in his ears, 

"It's reality, Jellal. As always I say, your past is an accident. Now let's forget that and enjoy the moment of us being parents. It's not something which we experience very day. Right?"

Suddenly the little Fullbuster began to babble his baby drabbles which them to break from their hug. 

"Looks like he's congratulating us. Isn't it, Silver?" 

Erza asked the baby for which all they got was a cute toothless smile.

"Yes, little buddy. Now you will have a playmate with whom you can play." 

Jellal answered his baby drabble question as if he understood.

Erza got up and passed the baby to her husband, 

"Now go and take bath. Also give bath to this cutie. You need to learn all the basics of handling a baby before ours arrives. Now get going." 

Erza went to kitchen to prepare dinner. Jellal smiled and blew raspberries on the Silver's tummy which made the little guy squeak, 

"Buddy you will help your uncle in the learning process. Isn't it?"

All Silver did was giggle and grabbed his uncle's hairs to pull them.

[chuffyfan87]

An Offer I Can't Refuse. Part 11a

Cowritten with @fairheads.

-x-

Duffy was soon released from hospital and with Charlie by her side, they settled into life at home - a constant cycle of feeding, changing and trying to grab some sleep.

Her mum had stayed at the house for the first night they were home but she and Duffy quickly started to rub each other up the wrong way - Kate constantly finding fault in her daughter's actions. It reached the point where Charlie had had step in to prevent things escalating beyond repair.

Without Kate around, Duffy was much more relaxed. Charlie carried Peter downstairs after his nap and watched as Duffy finished feeding the baby. “Any more thoughts on names?” He asked.

"What about Jessica?"

“Jessica.” He tried it out. “What do you think to Jessica?” He asked the little girl, she thrust her hand into the air. “I thinks she likes it.” He grinned.

"Or she's just stretching coz she's got wind." Duffy teased.

Charlie perched next to Duffy, “I think she likes it and I do too.” He grinned and hugged Duffy.

"OK. Not just coz you're bored of having to refer to her as 'the baby'?" She giggled.

“It was getting a little tiring.” He laughed, tickling her sides.

"It was." She smiled. "Can you wind Jessica whilst I go get changed? Megan should be here in about ten minutes."

“Sure!” He helped her up off the sofa and then settled to wind Jessica.

Peter toddled over to stare at his new baby sister. He was still somewhat confused as to where she'd suddenly appeared from!

“Hey little man, have you come to see your little sister?” Charlie said kindly. Peter poked Jessica with his finger. “Gently!” Charlie warned. “Do you want to sit next to me?”

Peter drew back slightly as Jessica made a noise.

“It’s okay, she makes lots of noises. Come here, daddy will lift you up.”

Peter giggled as Charlie hoisted him in the air. He continued to stare at Jessica as he sat next to her.

Charlie wrapped his arm around the little boy. “It’s okay, you can touch her.” Charlie moved Peter’s hand to Jessica’s tummy.

Peter's little eyes were studying Jessica intently. He slowly moved his fingers. She wriggled and gurgled.

“She makes lots of funny noises doesn’t she?” Charlie tried to reassure him.

Peter moved his hand up to Jessica's face and poked her cheek, narrowly missing her eye.

“She’s called Jessica.” Charlie whispered.

Peter tried to repeat the name but it came out as a jumble of sounds.

“Can you say Jess?” Charlie made it a little easier for him.

Peter made a noise that sounded a little like Jess and proceeded to poke his sister as he repeated it.

Charlie grinned at him, “Peter, you’re such a clever boy!”

Pleased at the praise Peter continued to yell the word and poke his sister, causing her to cry. Peter pushed her away, clasping his hands over his ears and shaking his head.

“It’s okay, she just doesn’t understand yet.” Charlie hugged Peter tight.

"No!" Peter tantrumed, trying to push Jessica off Charlie's lap.

Charlie stood up, just as Duffy reentered the room.

She'd heard Jessica's cries and had hurried down to see what the matter was. Faced with two crying children she briefly froze, unsure who to comfort first.

“Not sure Peter’s a big fan yet...” Charlie grimaced.

"Its ok Peter, you'll get used to each other." She smiled at the toddler as she took Jessica from Charlie.

Peter responded by throwing himself to the floor and crying like a baby.

Charlie sat down next to the little boy, letting him cry and tantrum for a little while and then he rubbed his back. “I have a surprise for you, want to come and see?”

Peter's cries softened to wimpers as he realised that he had Charlie's full attention once more.

“Let’s go see!!” Charlie said excitedly, taking the little boy's hand.

Peter used the back of his free hand to wipe the tears and snot from his face as he allowed Charlie to lead him out the room.

Charlie had bought him some new books and toys and put them in a little backpack. Peter was so excited and ran back through to Duffy.

"Mama! Mama!" Peter giggled.

"Oh wow! Aren't you a lucky boy!" She grinned, crouching down to look.

Charlie watched as Peter emptied the bag onto the floor. Peter was jumping up and down excitedly.

So excited was the toddler that he didn't even lift his head when the doorbell rang.

Charlie got up, “I’ll get it!”

"Well you look like you haven't slept in a week!" Megan remarked bluntly as Charlie opened the door.

“About right!” Charlie laughed. “Come in, can I get you a drink?”

"Yes please." Megan smiled as she followed Charlie into the house.

“Tea? Coffee? Whiskey?” He laughed.

"Coffee. I'm on the nightshift."

Charlie set about making Megan a drink, leaving her in the lounge with Duffy.

Duffy had settled onto the sofa with Jessica whilst Peter had spread out amongst his new toys and books on the floor.

“Hello pet,” Megan bent down and kissed Duffy’s cheek. “How are you?”

"I'm ok thanks." Duffy smiled, shifting Jessica slightly in her arms.

“I’ve bought you a gift for the little one, does she have a name yet?”

"She does. Say hello to Jessica."

“Aw, what a precious name, can I have a hold?” Megan asked.

"Of course." Duffy smiled, pushing herself up slightly awkwardly ready to hand Jessica over to Megan.

Megan took the baby into her arms confidently and did the maternal sway. “She’s beautiful!”

"I think so but apparently I'm biased."

Megan smiled at her, “And how are you holding up? Is he looking after you?” She pointed to the kitchen.

"He's barely let me lift a finger." Duffy chuckled.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Megan carried on staring intently at the baby.

"Charlie thinks she looks like me but I think she's got his nose." Duffy smiled.

Megan laughed, “She definitely has elements of both of you!”

"Peter's not impressed by her." Duffy sighed, running her hand through her hair.

“He’ll get there, they always feel a bit pushed out at first.”

"I wouldn't know." Duffy replied glumly.

“He looks happy enough playing down there,” Megan looked over at Peter.

"Charlie bought him more new toys."

“And you think...?”

"Charlie doesn't want Peter to feel different to Jessica. Which is fair enough but he doesn't need to spoil him."

“I think he was just trying to make things easier for him in the first few days...”

"I'm sure you're right." Duffy's fingers had started to fiddle with her damp hair.

“It’ll be okay, it’s normal to feel a bit funny, you’ve just given birth.”

"I'm ok!"

“Didn’t say you weren’t love...”

"Hmm..." Duffy sighed just as Charlie reentered the room with Megan's coffee.

Charlie could tell it was a bit tense between the women. “Here you go ladies,” He smiled putting their drinks down next to them. He looked over at Duffy, checking she was okay.

"How's work?" Duffy asked.

“Oh same old, you know what it’s like.”

Charlie sat playing with Peter, the little boy clambered into his lap and snuggled into Charlie.

"Looks like you've got a friend for life there Charlie!" The older woman added, smiling indulgently.

“Oh he’s my little buddy, us boys stick together, don’t we!?” Charlie smiled at her.

Peter wrapped his little arms around Charlie's neck. "Dada!" He grinned.

“Hey little man!” Charlie hugged the little boy.

Megan raised an eyebrow as she heard Peter call Charlie Dada again.

Charlie ignored her look but noticed it seemed to bother Duffy, who looked a little lost.

Duffy began to explain but couldn't really find the words so ended up making a series of incoherent noises, her cheeks burning scarlet.

Charlie looked at her and Megan and wondered if he should step in.

Seeing that Duffy was rapidly tying herself in verbal knots he decided to take the heat off her.

“We’re a family now Megan, I’m not just co-parenting with Duffy, I’m her partner and father to these two, we’re making a real go of it!” Charlie explained.

Something caught Megan's eye as Charlie reached for Duffy's hand.

“Oh my word, what’s that I see!? You making a honest woman of her Charlie?” Megan said excitedly.

“Well... I...” Charlie started, before Duffy interrupted.

Try as she could to keep a straight face Duffy burst out laughing the second she opened her mouth to speak.

“What’s so funny young lady?”

"Um... Well... You just cost me a fiver." Duffy giggled.

Megan raised her eyes, confused. Charlie filled her in “I said you’d notice first!” He smirked. “And you did!”

"So you're not engaged..?" Megan asked, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Not yet,” Charlie grinned.

Duffy rolled her eyes and shook her head indulgently.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Duffy and kissed her cheek.

"He's convinced he's going to get me down the aisle one way or another. You just encourage him!" Duffy teased Megan.

“And so he should!” Megan laughed.

Hearing Megan laugh Peter finally looked up and smiled. His smile quickly faded, however, when he saw that the older woman was holding the loud noisy thing he'd been informed was his sister.

Megan clocked it and passed Jessica to Duffy. She picked up Peter, “And how are you doing big brother?”

Seeing he had Megan's full attention Peter began to babble happily, the odd word making sense.

Megan tickled the little boy and bounced him around, Peter squealed happily.

Duffy sighed as she watched Megan and Peter together. Yet again she found herself wishing that her own mum was more like Megan.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Duffy's shoulders.

“Any tips Megan on helping Peter not feel left out?” Charlie broached.

"Its tricky at first but I find that this stage passes quite quickly. Give it a week or so and he'll become quite bored of her and ignore her most of the time til she's a bit bigger and can play with him."

“I hope so, he’s been a bit sad.” Charlie explained.

"He's still practically a baby himself. He doesn't understand what's going on. Not really."

“Lots of love and cuddles then I guess?” Charlie suggested.

"Absolutely!" Megan smiled. "He won't have realised that this is what you both meant when you told him that there was a baby growing in his mummy's tummy. He's used to having all the attention and now he has to share. It'll be good for him in the long run though."

“We’ll get there,” Charlie smiled at Duffy.

Duffy smiled weakly.

"I'm sure you will." Megan agreed.

Duffy remained quiet throughout the rest of Megan’s visit. By the time she’d left both children were asleep.

Duffy moved through to the kitchen and started tackling the washing up.

Charlie saw Megan to the door and then went to the kitchen. He stood and watched Duffy for a minute. “You okay?” He asked.

"I'm fine." She replied without turning round.

“I can do this, if you want to rest?” Charlie suggested.

"I'm fully capable Charlie."

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 18 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: It finally happened! I’m slightly mad! And also, you know, I finally finished writing this. I’m so sorry it’s been so long - life has truly been kicking my ass (for all of you wondering: break ups, pregnancy scares and swimming in men. In a nutshell.) Welp! Here it is. Hope you enjoy it! It ended up much shorter than I expected it to be and I’m not mad about it, because every word in this one is pure gold. Also, I hope I didn’t miss anyone in the tags, but if I did just send me a message and I’ll add you because I have no brain force left anymore. K bye!

Word Count: ~2.3K

Warnings: Comdeic gold. Ben being a dad. Joe being Joe. Just... Just read it. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17

The door to Annie’s hospital room almost flew off its’ hinges, startling both Annie and Ben.

“I have come to see the baby Jesus!” Joe bellowed and strutted into the room.

Lucy and Rami carried an obscenely large fruit basket. The fruit was arranged so it would look like a giant teddy’s face. A balloon was securely tied to Rami’s wrist, congratulating the newborn baby and welcoming her to the world.

“Jesus Christ Joseph!” Annie clutched at her chest, “have you lost your bloody mind?”

“This has been going on all day!” Rami untied the balloon and handed over to Annie. “He won’t stop calling her The Baby Jesus!”

“Well, either you calm your tits, Joe,” Ben smacked him on the back of his head, “or you won’t get to hold, see or simply exist within a meter’s radius from The Baby Jesus.”

“Aw,” Lucy cooed after she placed the fruit basket down on the first available surface she could find, “look at him, so protective!”

“I mean it.”

“Where’s Gwilly?” Annie smiled down at a soundly sleeping Rory.

“He’s just outside, waiting for Brian and Roger.” Lucy reassured.

“Brian and Roger are coming as well?” Annie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“They insisted.”

“Well, we should probably get out of here and go to the visiting area?” Ben rubbed his hands together. “No way in hell all of you can fit in here.”

“That’s what she said.” Joe mumbled, eliciting a loud snort from Rami.

###

“Aurora?”

“Yes, Gwil.”

“You named her after a Disney princess?” Gwilym shook his head slightly, his eyes fluttering. “You named your daughter after a bloody Disney princess?”

“I, for one, think it’s a beautiful name.” Brian peered over at baby Rory as she gently waved her arms about in her sleep, “very well done, you two.”

“Meh-neh-neh…” Joe muttered, his upper lip pulling up in a mocking snarl.

“Problem, Joe?” Ben smiled cheekily at his best friend as he reached for yet another slice of orange from the fruit basket.

“It’s a stupid name.” Joe sulked. “Is that what you’re going to call her all the time? Aurora? Like some snooty little brat?”

“No, you arse.” Annie threw a grape at Joe. “We’ll call her Rory.”

“Rory?” Roger’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Oh, that’s heaps better than Galilea!” Roger chuckled and drummed on the table top. Annie looked at Roger in astonishment. “Oh, don’t you worry, love, I’m still going to call her Galilea.”

“Look at those eyes!” Brian cooed, his figure looming over the baby, “what a doll!”

“So that’s it?” Joe crossed his arms over his chest. “You lied to me for almost nine months, making me believe that the baby will be named after me, her favourite uncle, just to break my heart?”

“She’s still named after you, you goof.” Annie rolled her eyes. “Her middle name is Josephine.”

“Her middle name is -” Joe scoffed.

“Joe, listen to me very carefully, now.” Annie snapped her fingers to draw his attention back to her. “Her middle name is Josephine.”

“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” Joe skulked. “The damage is done.”

“She’s not lying, you twat!” Ben got up from his chair and disappeared down the hallway, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his hand. ��There.”

Joe took the piece of paper from Ben and placed it on the table.

“Joe, just read it.”

“No.”

“Just fucking read the thing!”

“No!”

“It’s Rory’s birth certificate.” Gwil quipped, turning the paper to him. “Aurora Josephine Jones, born July 13th, 2018.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Joe, just have a look at it, will you?” Ben groaned.

Joe snatched the paper and cleared his throat. His hazel eyes darting left and right as he read along.

“Is this a prank?” Joe looked up at his friends with glassy eyes. “Are you guys shitting me, or is this for real?”

“It’s as real as it gets, buddy.” Ben ruffled Joe’s fluffy, curly hair.

“Oh my God…” Joe breathed, tears escaping the corners of his eyes. “Oh my God!”

“Oh, my God.” Gwil and Rami choired and rolled their eyes.

###

It’s been three days since Rory was born and Ben was both sleep deprived and buzzing with adrenaline at the same time. He went back and forth from the hospital to his and Annie’s house. He needed to make sure Frankie wasn’t peeing all over the place and he also brought her some clothes with Rory’s smell on them to sniff and get acquainted with.

“Franks?” Ben hollered from the doorway. “Daddy’s home!”

Frankie scrambled down the stairs, slipping and sliding on the polished wood floors and running into walls. Her entire body swayed from side to side as her tail wagged excitedly. Ben kneeled down and placed Rory’s little onesie on the floor, murmuring words of encouragement to his pup.

“Good girl, Frankie!” Ben cooed and scratched behind her left ear, “you’re going to be the best big sister, aren’t you? You’re going to love Rory so much! Yes you are!”

He trudged up the stairs, taking his clothes off as he went. He fantasised about this shower for days, now. All he wanted was to just relax, have some quiet time, and smell good before he made sure everything was prepared for his baby’s arrival. 

###

“Home sweet home!” Ben cooed as he nudged Annie and Rory forward, wrapping his arms around his girls. “Welcome home, Rory.”

Annie did a small side-step around a very excited Frankie, not taking her eyes off the bundle in her arms for a second. She half-listened to Ben cooing and gushing over what a good girl Frankie is as she deeply inhaled the familiar smell of her house. She didn’t even realise her eyes were closed.

“Lay down for a bit?” Ben carefully took Rory from her and started walking around the living room, his fingers softly caressing the velvety skin on her cheek. “You must be exhausted.”

“I am, but I doubt I’ll manage to sleep.” Annie followed him and plopped herself down on the sofa. Frankie strutted over to her and placed her head in Annie’s lap, her tail wagging. “Hey baby girl. I missed you.”

“Well, stay with us, then.” Ben unwrapped one arm from around Rory’s tiny body and bounced her gently as he walked over to the kitchen. “Hungry?”

As if on cue, Rory opened her tiny, rosy little mouth and started screaming like a Banshee. Ben scratched his head with his free arm and looked down at her in confusion.

“Did she just…?” Ben’s brows furrowed. “How did she do that?”

“It was a coincidence, Ben.” Annie giggled and shook her head. “But to answer your question, yes.”

“So’s she, apparently.” Ben mumbled as he walked over to Annie and carefully passed Rory off to her.

###

“She’s so perfect!” Clara whispered in awe at Rory’s week old little face. “Babies usually look like shrivelled little monkey aliens, you know?”

“The amount of ugly babies I had to ‘awww’ at in the hospital…” Annie rolled her eyes and scoffed. “She really is perfect, isn’t she?”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there with the guys!” Clara repeated her mantra again. “I’m such a horrible friend and -”

“Shut up before I punch you in the tits, Clara.”

“The fact that you’re still talking to me is mind-boggling.”

“You were working!” Annie took Rory from Clara’s arms as she got fussy and sat down on the sofa. She reached for the Boppy-Pillow and lifted her shirt. “You need to make bank if you want to shower Rory with gifts, you know.”

“Blimey, what happened to your nips?”

“I am a village feeder now.” Annie yawned and gave Rory’s bum soft pats. “You hungry? I can pull the other one out too.”

“You are disgusting. Vile woman.”

“I’m just trying to be a gracious hostess!”

###

“Arizona?” Annie wondered as she and Ben gave Rory her evening bath. “The job is in Arizona?”

“Well, yeah,” Ben dipped the little plastic cup in the tub and poured the water over Rory. “I mean, it’s big. It’s huge.”

“I get it,” Annie dried her hands off, “I support you. One hundred million percent.”

“But?”

“But it’s so far away, Ben.”

“I know, but it’s only for three months.” Ben bit the tip of his tongue as he smiled down at his three weeks old baby girl. “Three months, and then I’m back.”

“I mean, I’ll have to get back to work and you’ll be away…”

“I’ll come back for as many weekends as I can.” Ben reassured. “You’ll have Gwil right here with you.”

“We can do three months without daddy around. It’ll be fine.” Annie bit the inside of her cheek. “Right?”

“Of course.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Annie chuckled. “I was asking her.”

“We have five whole months before I go.” Ben flinched away from a big splash. “That’s a lot of time to prepare. We got this.”

“I’ll remember you said that when the day you’ll have to leave comes around and you’ll be crying like a baby.”

###

“Are you allergic to shirts now, Ben?” Annie asked as she walked out of the little gym room, towelling off some sweat.

“What?” Ben scoffed as he wiped some drool off his chest with the back of his hand. “It’s tummy time! This is mandatory!”

“She’s drooling all over you!”

“It’s skin-on-skin time, too!” Ben stuck his tongue out cheekily. “Killing two birds and whatnot!”

“Very efficient!”

“It’s not my fault that I’m just an exceptionally good parent, Annie.”

“Said the man who put the poopy diaper in the fridge last night?”

“I was tired!”

“You were also somewhat drunk.”

“That too.” Ben groaned. “I could’ve just told you to do it, missy. You’re lucky I was already awake and feeling chivalrous.”

“We had shit in the fridge, Ben.”

“Well find me another bloody drunk father who can actually manage a diaper change in the middle of the night!” Ben laughed incredulously. “You’re lucky I didn’t put the bloody diaper on your head!”

“Does my tummy still look wonky?” Annie changed the subject and towered over Ben, turning this way and that. “I feel like I’m wearing a fanny-pack full of blubber.”

“It never looked wonky, Annie,” Ben said, making faces at a fussy Rory, “you had a baby.”

“I just need my body back, okay?”

“Your body is perfect.”

“Shut up. Kiss ass.”

###

“You’re acting like such a baby, Rory.” Joe huffed as he attempted to change Rory’s diaper for the third time. 

The first time, she pooped right on the changing table. The second time, she almost ripped his eardrums with a very impressive roar. Now she kept trying to kick him and try to squirm away. 

“You’re two months old, now. Practically an adult. Act like one!” Joe chided.

“Trouble in paradise?” Ben lilted from where he stood at the doorway to Rory’s nursery. “Thought you were her favourite uncle and she was nothing but an angel?”

“Shut up.”

“Step aside, Joseph.” Ben said and cracked his knuckles, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Joe rolled his eyes and mumbled, but stepped away nonetheless. When Rory saw her dad’s head loom over her, she gurgled and kicked about happily. Ben smiled down at her and tickled her feet a little, assessing the situation.

Grabbing her tiny, plump feet in his hands, Ben went about distracting his baby from what was going on.

“I like to move it, move it…” Ben started, making silly faces as he song Rory’s favourite changing song. “I like to move it, move it…”

“What the actual fu…” Joe started and clamped his mouth shut after getting a death glare from Ben.

“I like to move it, move it…” Ben started moving Rory’s legs to the beat of the song. “You like to…?” he paused and raised his eyebrows, beaming when Rory attempted to mimic his expression. “Move it!”

Ben wiggled her feet and shook her body gently, eliciting happy coos and murmurs from his daughter. After that, changing Rory’s dirty diaper was all but a breeze. Joe stood, awestruck, as he watched Ben effortlessly changing Rory. No fuss, no tears.

“I think…” Joe gasped. “Does she really love you more than she loves me?” he said, clutching his chest for dramatic effect.

“She’d better!”

###

“Jamie said what?!” Annie almost dropped the entire pile of folded clothes she carried from the laundry room on top of Frankie. “How dare he!”

“It’s literally everywhere!” Ben rushed over and steadied his girlfriend, Rory secure in her carrier, strapped to his chest. “Your fans are going bonkers!”

“He can’t…” Annie tried to come up with something to say. “He won’t!”

“Ball’s in your court, my love.” Ben shrugged and pressed a quick kiss to the top of Rory’s head, holding the sauce-covered wooden spoon out of her reach. “You need to do something.”

“He can’t just leave the series because of me!”

“The entire world thinks you won’t be coming back because of him, Annie.”

“The entire world can shove it!”

“True.” Ben raised his eyebrows in agreement. “And still, the record needs to be set straight. You can’t hide forever. Your maternity leave will end, you know.”

“What, do I need to make some big public gesture? Dramatic reconciliation?” Annie scoffed as she walked off to put the clothes in their respective places. “This isn’t fair! I’m not the bad guy here!”

“I know you’re not. But Jamie had his little meltdown, he tweeted his pathetic tweets…” Ben tapped the wooden spoon on the rim of the pot. “It’s messy.”

“What do you think I should do, then?” Annie hopped on the counter next to Ben and blew a kiss at her daughter. “What would you do?”

“I’d talk to him.”

“No, really!”

“I’m serious.” Ben shrugged. “I think this right here,” he nodded down at Rory, “pretty much solidified the fact that you’re mine, not his. If he’ll try making a move on you again…”

“He’s an idiot, but he’s not evil.”

“So talk to him.”

“And say what?”

“That he needs to shut his bloody mouth, for starters.”

“Obviously.” Annie scoffed.

“I’m sure you’ll find the right words to say.”

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[singaporeluststoriescollection]

How I managed to bang my GF's family and friends (Part 7)

By nightfall, we were more or less done with the paint job. Truth be told, I was rather proud of what I’ve achieved within the span of a day. After taking a bath and wiping any traces of paint off my skin, I made myself comfortable on the couch. As it has been a tiring day, I could feel myself slowly drifting to sleep.

 My future in-laws are already inside their room, so the lights in the living room have already been switched off. After replying work related messages, my eyelids started to get heavier and I fell asleep soon after.

 So anyway, I was pretty sure that I had a dream. I don’t remember what kind of dream it was, but I was pretty sure that it was an erotic dream of sorts. Why am I so sure? Because I woke up to a raging boner. As I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I literally pitched a tent in the living room.

 As if that wasn’t enough, the second thing I noticed was a hand on my shoulder.

 Still groggy from my nap, my mind wasn’t working as intended. It took me a few seconds before realizing how bad this looked.

 “I… I think you should go sleep inside the room…”

 I quickly looked up.

 The owner of the hand was my GF’s mom. She was looking at my penis with an awkward smile on her face. Although she seemed a little embarrassed, I could see how her eyes were fixated on my cock. They were just like Eyvon’s.

 “Oh shit! I’m sorry aunty! I don’t…” I tried to smooth out the situation as much as possible.

 She shook her head and told me it’s okay and I don’t have to be sorry about this.

 “Evelynn isn’t around, so it must’ve been hard on you!” She added, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

 If a person could die from embarrassment, this must be how it would be like…

 The following week went by without a hitch, and things were soon back to normal once Eyvon and Evelynn reached home.

 My GF’s mom was really nice about it, and she never did mention the incident to Eyvon or Evelynn. I mean, you guys know how some adults like to chat about embarrassing things during dinner, right? Like:

 “Girl ah, your boyfriend got an erection when he was napping in the living room last weekend leh! Hahaha!”

 Yeah, I’m glad that didn’t happen.

 Evelynn would probably laugh it off. But knowing Eyvon, she will probably start suspecting if I have a thing for her mom. And I’m not eager to find out how she’ll react either.

 Anyway, girls have their nights out, and so do guys. My friends and I made a trip to Geylang to makan durians and catch up. As it was durian season, we lost control and ordered close to 8 durians for just the 4 of us.

 My buddy Jeremy was one of the four. The other two are Ah Tan and Royce. Now, you must be wondering why I’m telling you guys about them.

 Well, they will eventually become a vital component in some of my future encounters. So, I’ll just get the introduction out of the way.

 Halfway through our durian session, Royce started telling us about something that happened to him recently. Apparently, some MILF FL he had a session with awhile back was the mother of a colleague of his.

 While I have no way to verify his story (and Royce is known to exaggerate things), this gave me the chance to talk about my issue with my friends.

 “…so yeah, I’m horny for my future mother in law” I laughed, stuffing a piece of durian into my mouth.

 My friends were never the judgmental type- as we all have fetishes; we can’t really talk to others about. So, they were naturally pretty understanding of my “plight”.

 “…understandable, bro!” Royce nodded, giving me a sly look. “Your GF’s mother is damn hot!”

 I raised my eyebrows a little. It’s weird to hear people talking about your future mother in law like this.

 “Ya sia, I agree she is damn chio for her age!” Jeremy chipped in, showing me a wide grin.

 “Bro, you test water first lah!” Ah Tan said, licking a piece of durian off his thumb. “Make some advances! Sounds to me like she’s quite interested in your cock!”

 Well, she did stare intently at my cock…

 But am I really going to make advances on my future mother in law? This could potentially destroy everything I have in my life. If only there’s a safe way for me to find out…

 As if reading my mind, Royce continued the conversation while I was deep in my thoughts.

 “Actually… there’s something you could try…”

 The following weekend, I went over to Evelynn’s place as usual. This time, however, I was prepared to put Royce’s suggestion to the test. Halfway through dinner, I mentioned some “personal problems” to my GF’s family.

 “Insomnia?” Eyvon asked, curious about what I’ve just said.

 “Yeap,” Evelynn replied in my stead, as I was taking a sip of water. “He has been having a hard time falling asleep recently…”

 Truth be told, I don’t have insomnia, or anything of the sort. This is but a plan devised by Royce to, well- “test water”.

 “Oh no, maybe you should have some chamomile tea?” My GF’s mom asked, looking genuinely concerned.

 “No worries! I’ve gotten some sleeping pills from my doctor,” I lied, dangling a plastic bag fill of random pills. “I shouldn’t have any problem falling asleep tonight!”

 While I do feel bad making them worry about me, I do believe this is the best way to find out if I have a shot at my GF’s mom. And Royce- being the “genius” he is, personally assured me that this plan “works 99% of the time, confirm plus chop”.

 As the sun vanished from the horizon, it’s time for me to put my plan in motion.

 With 3 movie tickets in their hands, Evelynn, Eyvon, and their father prepared to leave house for a movie- courtesy of Royce. Of course, I told them that I got the tickets as a gift from my friend as thanks for whatever nonsensical reason I came up with back then. My GF’s mom isn’t particularly interested in movies, so it was the perfect gift to make her stay behind.

 As soon as they left the house, I made it obvious to my GF’s mom that I’ll be going to sleep soon, popping a couple of pills into my mouth.

 Time to set the gears in motion.

 As she made her way to the bathroom to take a bath, I made myself comfortable on the sofa, covering my face with a small pillow. Now I’ll just have to wait for her to come back to the living room. I started thinking about erotic stuff, in an attempt to make my little member hard. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard the bathroom door click.

 With a rock-hard dick, I “slept” motionlessly on the sofa, waiting for my GF’s mom to walk by. Soon, I could hear a light gasp coming from her, her footsteps stopping suddenly. Well, she must’ve noticed my penis…

 I could feel a light tap on my shoulders- which was what I had been expecting. Naturally, she would try to wake me up again like last time. However, no matter how hard she tried, I refused to “wake up”. The thought of her being conscious of my rock-hard member only turned me on even more.

 Soon, her tapping stopped. From the corners of my eyes, I could see her move her hand to my stomach, gently rubbing my stomach in an attempt to wake me up.

 “Hey, wake up…” she implored, her hand now moving faster than before. “Go sleep in your room…”

 It is now the time of truth- will she do what Royce said? Or will this be a waste of everybody’s time? I continued observing, hoping that she will change her course of action.

 “Not waking up…” she mumbled, convinced that I am fast asleep.

 Her hand stayed on my tummy for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. After a couple of seconds, her hand started sliding downwards, touching the edge of my shorts.

 I swallowed my saliva, hard. Is she really going to-?

 Before I could complete my thought, my shorts slipped off my waist, exposing my sizable member right before her. While she did not say anything, I could hear her accelerated breathing. She was either nervous, or getting excited.

 “…wow…” she seemed surprised at what that’s before her eyes.

 With her hand at the base of my hopelessly erect penis, there was no way I could remain silent.

 I ended up letting out some air from my mouth, which was pretty darn loud as it was really quiet. Perhaps that spooked her, as she quickly retracted her hand and pulled my shorts back up. Within moments, she disappeared from my field of (limited) vision.

 “Oh, damn it! Fuck!” I thought, pissed that I had to breathe so hard. “So close! Shit!”

 Even though I was lamenting, now I know that there’s chance for me to score. Hmm… perhaps Royce and the others could give me more suggestions….

 "So, you’re telling me that she pulled down your shorts?” Royce asked, his eyes now wider than a ping pong ball.

 “Yeah, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” I answered in a slightly annoyed tone.

 “Cuz this is freaking unbelievable, man!” Royce replied, trying to contain his excitement.

 “Why the hell are you so excited? You were the one that gave me the idea to begin with-”

 “Alright, alright! Focus, bro!” Royce continued, seemingly more excited that I am. “Now we have to find a way to make her go all the way!”

 That sleepless night, Royce and I started concocting our plan over bottles of beer. With enough alcohol to disinfect an entire toilet inside our systems, we

 came up with a ridiculous amount of ideas…

  (Approx. two weeks later)

 …Little did we expect my next opportunity would only come by in two weeks’ time.

 Well, so much for planning enthusiastically.

 Anyway, Evelynn had gone to a friend’s birthday party that day and Eyvon was overseas due to work. My future father in law went for some gathering with his

 ex-platoon mates. If there’s one thing us Singaporean men can count on, it’s the friendships we’ve forged in NS (Ad sponsored by SAF).

 It was pretty much the same drill; except this time round I was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts. This pair should be easier for her to remove… if she’s planning to do so, that is. Once again pretending to sleep, I made it such that my penis would be obvious from the direction she would appear in.

 However, things did not go exactly as planned this time round.

 My GF’s mom completely ignored my rock-hard dick and went inside her room! Hearing the door slam shut was really disheartening, and I was considering calling it a night. However, something inside of me told me to keep waiting- looking back, it was probably my inner horny spirit or something.

 Sure enough, her door opened up once again- and I heard a light gasp.

 “Oh no… why is this happening again?” she lamented, accompanied with a sigh.

 Well, because I was hoping that you would give my sausage a nice and long rub- I replied her question inside my head.

 Moments later, her voluptuous figure appeared in my line of sight- and holy shit, she was wearing a green satin night gown! The night gown was V-necked, and the “V” went all the way below chest level. Her long and deep cleavage was simply mesmerizing, I was sure I did not blink at all while admiring it. How did these beautiful breasts manage to fit inside her regular clothes?

(Original thread: http://tiny.cc/td3x6y) (To be continued…)

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i’m falling - part 3

part 1 - till that day

part 2 - i take you home

part 4 - you’re calling me

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know that i’m waiting

Maes Mustang’s shoes squeaked on the floor of the hospital floor as he walked through the hallways. His little hand was clasped tightly in Uncle Breda’s hand, who was looking unhappy as he stared straight ahead.

“Uncle Breda?” he asked quietly. “Is… Is my Mummy okay?”

He looked down at Maes suddenly looking very sad. Why was he sad? Was Mummy not okay? There was a horribly tight feeling in his tummy that wouldn’t go away. It had been inside him since last night. He’d stayed with Auntie Gracia last night because Daddy hadn’t even come home from work and Maes was a little bit scared. When Uncle Breda picked him up from school that feeling stayed because they weren’t driving to Auntie Gracia’s, they were going somewhere else. Maes had looked up at the tall white hospital building in fear as they had parked.

“That’s what we’re here to find out, kiddo,” Uncle Breda replied.

This… This was scary. Maes wanted his Daddy. He wanted his Mummy. Their hugs always made him feel better.

His eyes drooped closed as they walked. He almost tripped up, but Uncle Breda caught him before he could hit the floor with a smile, but he still looked unhappy. Maes didn’t know why.

He really wanted his Daddy.

Maes hadn’t been able to fall asleep last night, not without Daddy next to him in bed. It helped Daddy because he was falling asleep without Mummy, and it helped Maes because he missed Mummy a lot and he could still smell her in their bed.

He didn’t like being apart from Daddy either. Maes was always scared that when he was at school Daddy would get sick too and would leave him and Maes would be all alone.

Uncle Breda asked him to stay outside the room while he went in to check that Daddy was ready to see him.

“Why wouldn’t Daddy be ready to see me?” he asked, voice small. He wanted his Daddy. Why wouldn’t Uncle Breda let him see him?

Uncle Breda just smiled at him, but Maes could tell he still wasn’t happy. The door closed loudly behind him.

Maes stood, staring at the window, waiting. That uncomfortable feeling got worse in his stomach and he started to feel a little sick. His hands were sweating, his school polo-shirt sticking to his back.

I want my Mummy. I want my Daddy.

The tears begun to fall, and his little body begun to shake.

“I want my Mummy,” he warbled quietly. “I want my Daddy!”

The door opened and he jumped. Daddy stood on the other side of the door, looking down on him.

“Daddy!” he cried, launching himself at him. He caught Maes and hoisted him up into his arms. Maes buried his face in the crook of his father’s neck. His little hand gripped his father’s collar, the other hand’s fingers curling around his neck as his arms squeezed his father tightly. He never wanted to let go.

“Maes,” Daddy whispered. A hand was placed on the back of his head, holding him close to his father’s body. Daddy held him tightly, giving him a squeeze like he always did when Maes was upset. “Are you okay?” Maes shook his head. “What’s up buddy?”

“I – I wanted you, and I wanted Mummy.” Maes heard Daddy let out a big breath very quickly. “I couldn’t sleep last night because I wasn’t at home with you and I missed you and you didn’t come home from work and I was scared –”

“Maes,” Daddy hushed him. Maes was moving and he clung to his father, his feet wrapping around his waist. Daddy sat down, keeping a tight grip on Maes. “Calm down,” he soothed. His voice was gentle, like it was when Maes woke up from a nightmare and shouted for Mummy or Daddy to come through and save him. What Maes thought was strange, was his voice sounded funny. It – Was Daddy crying?

Maes scrunched his face up, keeping his eyes closed. He didn’t want to see Daddy cry again. That was too scary.

“Take your time,” Daddy urged. “Why were you scared.”

“I…”

“Take your time, Maes.”

“I thought you would disappear like Mummy,” Maes finally admitted in a whisper. “You didn’t come home from work and I thought you had disappeared like Mummy.”

Daddy froze, his thumb stopping in his hair. It had been stroking his head but now it was still.

“And I didn’t want you to disappear,” Maes continued, his sobbing becoming uncontrollable. His grip on his father’s collar tightened, his hands scrunching up into fists. “I didn’t want you to leave me,” he wailed.

“Maes, Maes,” Daddy hushed him hurriedly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head and hugging him even tighter. His grip never loosened, and that made Maes feel a little bit better. “I would never leave you. Neither would your mother. Just because she can’t see you right now doesn’t mean she’s left you.” That funny hitch was back in Daddy’s voice. Maes felt something wet hitting the bare skin of his arm. “She’s in that room and she’s fighting so hard to get better so she can see you again.”

“Is she awake?”

There was a pause before Daddy spoke again. “Not right now. She was earlier when the doctor spoke to me. They are working to make her all better.”

“I want to see her,” Maes mumbled, his sobs quieting.

“I know you do, bud. God, I know you do.” Daddy hugged him even tighter and Maes thought he might squish him. “Just hold on a little longer, okay? Please. She’ll be able to speak to you soon.”

“Okay,” Maes whispered.

“And please, don’t ever think that Mummy has left you,” Daddy begged. His voice was sounding even funnier now. “She would never do that. It would make her upset to hear you say that.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“I – Thank you, Maes. Right before she fell asleep, she told me how much she missed you. She can’t wait to see you again, but you need to be patient until she’s all better.”

“Okay, Daddy, I will.”

“I told her about your picture,” Daddy said. He pulled Maes away from his neck and looked into his eyes. Maes’ stomach tightened as he saw Daddy’s wet, red eyes. He looked really tired. It looked like he hadn’t had much sleep last night either.

Maes’ teacher had told the class about it earlier that week. That’s why under his eyes were dark and looked bruised. Maes wondered if he had dark patches like that after he couldn’t sleep last night.

Daddy smiled at Maes, and he couldn’t help but return it. He’d forgotten about that picture. It was hidden in his room, tucked under a collection of other pictures in his desk drawer in his bedroom. His stomach fluttered briefly in excitement as he thought about how it will be such a nice surprise for Mummy when she wakes up.

Leaning forward, Daddy kissed Maes cheek before shifting him so that Maes was sitting sideways on his lap, his legs draping over the side of Daddy’s lap.

“She’s so excited to see it.”

“Oh, good!” Maes perked up almost immediately. “I can’t wait to show her.”

Daddy kissed his head again before the smile fell from his face.

That uncomfortable feeling was back, the excitement gone.

“Maes, I’m –”

There was a sudden beeping from inside Mummy’s room. Maes’ head popped up from Daddy’s shoulder. He was confused. What was that sound? He heard Daddy gasp and bolt up from the seat, throwing Maes off balance. He clung tightly to his father to stop himself from falling.

“What –?” Daddy asked loudly but stopped. Uncle Havoc exited the room. He looked really scared. Maes cowered backwards, bringing a fist to cover his mouth as he leaned against his father’s shoulder.

“Nurse!” Uncle Havoc yelled, the volume making Maes jump. “We need some help!”

Maes had never heard Uncle Havoc shout like that before.

Ever.

Daddy took a step forward, but Uncle Havoc shook his head quickly, hand motioning towards Maes. Daddy stopped moving and just stared at the door as it closed behind Uncle Havoc. Maes looked over Daddy’s shoulder and saw lots of people running their way.

“Daddy?” he asked quietly, feeling panic rise within him. he didn’t like it. It was a horrible feeling and he didn’t like not knowing what was happening.

Was Mummy… okay?

“I’m so sorry,” Daddy whispered into Maes’ hair repeatedly. He was definitely crying now, and it was loud. Maes had joined in. He didn’t fully understand what was happening but seeing Daddy cry like this was enough to make him sadder than anything else ever had in his life.

Ever since Daddy had told him Mummy was sick, he’d been on his best behaviour. He made sure he helped Daddy around the house – when they were home, that was – and he made sure he looked after Daddy when he woke up from a nightmare. Maes thought it was strange that his Daddy had nightmares. Daddy wasn’t scared of anything, and he was so brave, but it made Maes realise that it was okay for big, strong, people to have nightmares sometimes.

It made it easier for Maes to talk about his to Daddy and to other people.

People rushed past and into Mummy’s room as Uncle Breda, Uncle Havoc, and Uncle Fuery piled out. Uncle Fuery was crying. Uncle Havoc’s eyes were wet, and he was blinking a lot, so was Uncle Breda. They all looked inside Mummy’s room helplessly.

Maes didn’t get to, Daddy made sure of that.

But windows were like mirrors, Maes had discovered, and he caught a glimpse of Mummy’s face in the door opposite her room.

She was hurt. Why was she hurt like that? Daddy had said she’d had an illness. Why was her face cut like that? Had she fallen?

Maes buried his face further into Daddy’s shirt and continued to cry quietly.

He just wanted his Mummy.

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Dog Days 2

Pairing: Single Dad!Tom Holland x Vet Reader

Part One

Masterlist

Requests are CLOSED

And maybe they did date.

Or they would’ve, if Tom didn’t have the courage of an inchworm.

“This was really fun.” You said sincerely as you pulled up to your house. “I had a nice time.”

You had finished your ice cream, battled over who would pay the check, and gotten a ride home from Tom. He insisted on doing it, despite you saying you could just hail a cab, in order to pay you back for taking care of the check. Tom pulled up to your cozy home and saw Banjo jumping up and down in front of the window. Your shutters were pained a different color around every window and you had a rainbow of flowers on your front lawn. Big yellow sunflowers sprouted from the ground and stared bodily at the pale London sun. Tom smiled at the thought of you planting those flowers. Your house was cute, and uniquely you, but something about it or a bad taste in Toms mouth. It wasn’t in the nicest of neighborhoods, and it wasn’t nearly big enough to hold all the colorful dresses and coats Tom imagined you had. It was entirely too small for someone with such a big personality. He knew then why he didn’t like your house.

It was because it wasn’t a castle.

As far as Tom was concerned, you were a Queen, and you deserved a palace.

“I like your house.” Tom lied.

“I don’t.” You laughed. “It’s always cold. And look at my poor sunflowers. They’re so beautiful but they never see the sun.”

Tom was busy thinking the exact same thing about you.

Tom frowned to himself. He had the opposite of your problem. His large estate was only inhabited by him and his son. It was a lonely house, much to big for just to two of them. The walls echoed and there was a sad creek in the floors. The dull walls and monochrome decorations only added to the sad demeanor of the house. It needed some color, Tom decided then. He looked curiously at you, in your bright yellow dress and glossy hair, cheeks pink from the nippy London air. You were the color Tom was looking for.

You noticed Tom looking at you and have him a shy smile. You leaned in a little and brushed some hair off your face. He knew what he needed to do. He knew what he should do. This was the part where he asked for your number, and maybe, just maybe, went in for the kiss. A kiss on the cheek, of course. You looked at Tom expectantly, knowing just as well as he did where this was going. You were right there. All he had to do was lean in. Everything in him wanted to do it. He was drawn to you like a magnet.

“Can I get your-“ Tom began. You raised your eyebrows, giving him an encouraging smile that urged him to go on. But in that moment, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t ask for your number. He couldn’t kiss you. He couldn’t go after the girl of his dreams. He was too scared. He was 29 years old, and scared of girls. He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Can I get your door?”

“Of course you- what?” You stuttered. Your door? He wanted to open your door?

“Your door.” Tom repeated, making as if that’s what he meant to say all along, when in reality he was dying to get your number in his phone so he could memorize every digit. “Allow me to open it for you.”

Tom got out of the car, and started silently yelling at himself for chickening out. He took his time walking around the car, hoping his embarrassed flush would leave his face by the time he got to your door. You looked back at Lucas, who was shaking his head in disdain.

“And he says I’m shy.” Lucas rolled his eyes and slapped a tiny hand to his forehead, making you giggle. He had built up quite the personality in his five years on the earth.

“Well I like you just the way you are.” You said as you reached back and poked his tummy. “And I like your daddy too. But don’t tell him. That’s our little secret.” You held a finger to your lips. Lucas mimicked your action and bounced in his car seat.

“My daddy likes you a lot.” Lucas said with childlike excitement. “He was fixing his hair for two hours and sprayed himself with cold lone.”

“You mean cologne.” You corrected him.

“What’s this about cologne?” Tom asked as he opened your door. He’d taken a minute to compose himself, as well as berate himself for not asking for your number.

“I was just telling Lucas how vets have to collect perfume from the girl bees and cologne from the boys bees every morning.” You explained as you got out of the car.

“That’s how flowers get their scent.” Lucas said confidently. You looked back at him in surprise and he held a finger to his lips. You gave him a proud smile and shot him a wink.

“That’s right Lucas.” You chirped. You were out of the car now, accidentally pressing up against Tom as he was stood directly next to the door.

“Sorry about that.” You said shyly as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The pesky London wind blew it right back into your face.

“No apology needed for a pretty lady in my personal space.” Tom said suavely, slowing getting his groove back. He even went as far as tucking your hair behind your ear. He messed up in getting your number, but he still had a chance to kiss you. The cards were in his favor. He was about to make the jump from patient to something more. He just needed to bring it home. “I’d even say you’re welcome in my personal space anytime you’d like.”

“Lucky for you, I quite like it here.” You quipped. You were really giving Tom a run for his money.

“Maybe you should be in my personal space more often.” He said lowly. You smirked, liking his newfound confidence.

“Maybe I should.” You said as you slowly leaned in.

This was it. This was his chance to kiss you.

“Could I, perchance,” Tom started to say. He shut his eyes tightly and shook his head. Perchance? Perchance? “Could I…” He trailed off, freezing once again.

“Yes?” You asked, silently begging him with your eyes to go on.

“Could I walk you to your door?” He blurted. You blinked in surprise.

“Sure.” You smiled tightly in disappointment. He didn’t feel the same. He just wanted to leave.

You and Tom walked silently to your front door, the only sounds coming from Banjos crescendoing barking.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something.” Tom said when you got to your front door.

“Is it that you have a thing for doors?” You asked in halfhearted sarcasm.

“Yes.” Tom stated. He shut his eyes again. “I mean, no. I don’t. I just-could you just do me a favor?”

“Anything.” You said.

“Could you,” be patient with me and give me another chance? “Could you have yourself a good night?”

That’s it. That was what he said to the girl of his dreams.

“What?” You asked, almost annoyed know at his sudden disposition towards you.

“I said what I said.” Tom said meekly. He wanted to die right there.

“Is it what you wanted to say?” You asked, giving him a second chance.

“Yes?” Tom asked after a long moments hesitation. It came out as more of a question. He saw the disappointment pool in and fill yours eyes.

“Then you have a good night too, Mr. Holland.” You said in a way that made Tom realize he blew it. Utterly blew it. You hadn’t even called him Tom. He was reduced to Mr. Holland, just another patient. “Good luck with Tessa.”

You walked inside your house without another word. Tom stayed on your porch for a moment, wallowing in self pity and wondering if it was worth it to knock and apologize. He didn’t hear Banjo barking anymore, and figured you had taken him inside. Tom felt like an idiot. He literally let you walk out of his life. He practically drove you out. He went back to his car with his head hung in defeat. He got in, gave your house one last look, and pulled away.

“Daddy!” Lucas exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. “What are you doing?”

Tom looked at his son in the rear view mirror and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What do you mean, buddy?”

“The prince always kisses the princess.” Lucas explained, annoyed that his father didn’t know that. “You were supposed to kiss Dr. L/n.”

“Why did you want me to kiss Dr. L/n?” Tom asked.

“So she can become a queen. And you would be the king and I would be the prince and Tessa would be our royal pet,” Lucas smiled as he rambled about his fantasy story, “and we would all live together. As a family.”

Tom gulped, not expecting to have this conversation so soon in his sons life.

“We’re already are family, buddy.” Tom responded in the only way he could.

“No we’re not.” Lucas shook his head. “A family needs a daddy and a mommy.”

“That’s not true.” Tom said decisively. “That’s not true at all. Your friend Marcus doesn’t have a mommy and he and his father are just as much as a family as anyone else. Not every family needs a mommy and a daddy.”

“But I want a mommy.” Lucas said sadly.

“You do?” Tom said with a dry mouth. He would give his son the world if he could. But this was the one thing just out of reach.

“Everyone else has one.” Lucas went on. “I want one too. Peters mom always packs him cookies and Ned’s mom bakes really good cupcakes.”

“I can bake cupcakes.” Tom defended.

“Your cupcakes are rubbish.” Lucas whined.

“Hey! You just lost TV time for the night.” Tom said sternly.

“Fine.” Lucas grumbled. He folded his little arms and stared out the window. After a while, he said softly, “I want Dr. L/n to be my mommy.”

“It doesn’t work like that, buddy.” Tom sighed. “It’s really complicated for adults.”

“I don’t like adults.” Lucas mumbled as he toyed with the pin you gave him. “When are we gonna see her again?”

“I don’t know if we will.” Tom said, his voice thick with disappointment. “Dr. Russo is our vet, not Dr. L/n. She was just filling in for him.”

“But I like Dr. L/n.” Lucas complained.

“I know, buddy. I do too.” Tom said.

“Then why didn’t you kiss her?” Lucas asked.

“I don’t know why.” Tom said honestly. “I guess I got scared.”

“Maybe you need to be brave, Daddy.” Lucas repeated your words to him. Tom looked at him in the mirror again and sighed. Lucas was right. He should’ve been brave. As your house got further and further away, Tom wished he had gotten that advice sooner.

Two weeks later, Banjo was being a brat.

“Dude, I just let you out.” You said to your ever so demanding dog.

Banjo stared at you while wagging his short tail, his open mouth making it look like he was smiling at you.

“Don’t use that tone of with me, young man.” You pointed at him menacingly. He continued to wag his tail and gave out a soft bark.

“What did you just say to me?” You gasped.

Banjo plopped on the ground and gave you puppy dog eyes.

“Fine. I’ll take you to the park. But you better fix your attitude by the time we get there.” You put Banjos collar around his neck and hooked it to his leash. You opened the door and Banjo took one step forward, standing in the middle of the threshold. He stood there for a minute, just sniffing the air, before you kicked his tushie and made him go.

Banjo was a pretty antisocial dog. He didn’t like to interact with the other dogs at the park. So when a familiar stafiture bull terrier trotted up to you, you were surprised to see Banjo pulling on his leash to get closer to her.

“Tessa?” You asked, bending down to see the dog. She took a seat in front of you with a heavy plop. Upon closer inspection, you confirmed it was Tessa. She looked much healthier, and it made your heart glow.

“What are you doing here, pretty girl?” You asked as you scratched behind her ears and looked around. Tom and Lucas were nowhere to be found. You suddenly noticed a folded piece of paper sticking out of Tessa’s bright pink collar.

“You got something for me?” You asked her with a coy smile. You took the note out and opened in. On the front was a half colored in drawing of a dinosaur. On the back, in sloppy, unmistakable five year old handwriting, it said:

“Will u be my girlfrend?”

“Aw, Tessa.” You smiled to yourself as you fan your finger over the red crayon letters. “I’m flattered but I think I have feelings for someone else. And just for future reference, there’s an “i” in “girlfriend.” Just so you know.”

Just as Banjo and Tessa were beginning to sniff each other, you heard your name from behind you.

“Dr. L/n! Did you get the note?” Lucas burst into your view with a red face from running. He was panting, most likely from being chased. You could practically see the steam coming off his little red sneakers.

“Hey, Lucas.” You said happily, not having expected to see the boy again. You took out a napkin from your purse and gently dabbed at the sweat on his forehead. When he finally caught his breath, he gave you a gap toothed smile.

“Did you get the note?” He asked again. Before you could answer, you heard more fast paced foot steps behind you.

“Lucas, what did I say about running away from me? And how many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?” Tom said sternly as he walked up to his son. He took Lucas’s hand and went to pull him away before he noticed you. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw who his son was talking to.

You.

You of all people. He hadn’t seen you since the ice cream date, despite going to the vet twice for Tessa glucose curves. He had hoped to run into you, wishing for a chance to apologize. But your paths never crossed, until now.

“Hey stranger.” You teased, standing up to fully greet Tom. You weren’t one to hold grudges. Yea, you were upset with the way the date ended. But he was too cute not to forgive. He looked flustered and at a loss for words, but even more so happy to see you.

“Dr. L/n! I mean, uh, Y/n. Um, Hey.” He stammered as he ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a stressful tug. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just taking Banjo here on a walk around the park before his big ballet recital tomorrow.” You replied as nodded over at Banjo. Banjo was a big fat corgi with a heart of gold. Lucas giggled at your comment and bent down to pet Banjos head. Banjo immediately warmed up to Lucas and licked his face with glee. You smiled at the sweet interaction.

“How’s it uh, how’s it going?” Tom continued. Something about you always managed to turn Toms brain to putty. He couldn’t even think straight. Once again, you looked at radiant as the sun in your maroon dress and grey coat. The colors complimented you so well and you looked so pretty that Tom almost had to stop himself from taking a picture.

“It’s going pretty good. But, uh, I think your dog just asked me out.” You said as you handed Tom the note. Tom looked at you strangely before accepting the note. He unfolded it and immediately recognized his sons handwriting. The tips of his ears turned the same shade as the red crayon. Somehow, at 29 years old, Tom was still getting flustered around pretty girls. Despite the London chill, Tom felt uncomfortable hot.

“Listen, Y/n…” he began. This was just his luck. He was finally getting a second chance with you and Tessa beat him to it.

“No, it’s totally fine.” You smiled assuringly. “I don’t mind that she asked me out. I always have a problem with my patients falling in love with me.” You laughed lightly. Tom gave you a thankful smile for always making light of an awkward situation. You looked at Lucas and sighed dramatically. “The giraffe I gave a neck brace to last week will not stop calling me.”

“My daddy wants to take you on a another date.” Lucas stood up and said proudly. He looked between you and Tom with an innocent smile.

“Does he now?” You asked Lucas, before looking expectingly at Tom. “Doesn’t really seem like it from the way he acted after our last one.” You teased, with a little truth behind your words. Tom had a red face and wide eyes as he pulled Lucas close to him and held him there firmly.

“Kids say the darndest things.” Tom chucked awkwardly before giving Lucas that “you’re in trouble, mister” look.

“But you said on the phone with Uncle Harry that you wanted to ask out the pretty vet but you-“ Lucas tried to explain.

“Ah ah ah.” Tom put a hand over Lucas’s mouth and gave you an embarrassed smile. The rest of Lucas’s declaration came out in muffled grunts. You laughed at the sight in front of you and toyed with Banjos leash.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Tom lied, making a metal note not to talk to Harry about his love life until after Lucas fell asleep.

“You know,” you said suddenly as you tapped a finger on your chin, “you remind me of a patient I once had.”

“I do?” Tom asked.

“We called him the Cowardly Lion.” You folded your arms and gave Tom a pointed look. He gave you a sarcastic smile.

“Mhmh hrum hhe mizard ofh mz?” Lucas asked, still muffled by Toms hands. Tom quickly took his hand off his sons mouth. Lucas took a dramatic breath before repeating, “Like from the wizard of oz?”

“That’s exactly who it was. He had to come see me because he tried on the ruby slippers and twisted his ankle.” You shook your head at the false memory. Lucas listened with amazement. “Anyway, your dad is a lot like him.”

“Really?” Lucas asked. “Do you wear high heels daddy?”

“No!” Tom exclaimed before clearing his throat. “I mean, no.” He said calmly.

“Then how are you like the cowardly lion?” Lucas looked back to you for an answer. Tom looked at you too as if he had the same questions.

“Remember when I gave you that lady bug pin and I told you to be brave, Lucas?” You asked the boy.

“Yep.” Lucas said. He pointed to the pin that he proudly wore on his shirt, like a badge of honor. Tom loved it too, wishing he had his own momento of you.

“Well I think your daddy need to borrow it, so that he can be brave too.” You replied.

Lucas looked down at his pin thoughtfully. He didn’t want to part with it. This was the biggest crossroad he’d ever come to in his five years on this earth. Lucas needed the pin. It was his superpower. But, his dad did always taught him to do the right thing and help others. And so, Lucas undid the pin and held it up to his father. Tom watched his son in awe. Lucas loved that pin with all the love in his little five year old body. He never took it off, even insisting Tom pinned it to his pajamas at night. Of course, Tom would sneak into Lucas room after he fell asleep to take it off so the pin didn’t print him, but Lucas didn’t know that. He even kept it next to the tub when he was in the bath just so he wouldn’t be too far from it. And here we was, willingly parting with it for the first time since he received it just to help his dad. Tom carefully took the pin from his son.

“Thanks buddy.” Tom said softly. He knew in that moment that he had raised Lucas just fine on his own. He pinned the pin to his shirt, hands fumbling a bit from the nerves of being in your presence.

“Here.” You laughed a little at his clumsiness. “Let me help.”

You reached out and fastened to pin to Toms shirt. It was the closest he’d ever been to you, topping that time at in your office. He watched your face carefully, trying to memorize every line and curve. You were even more spectacular up close. He’d never seen you wear your hair the way you had it that day, though technically this was only your third encounter. But it was down and fell perfectly around your face, like a hand carved frame around a priceless work of art. You bit your lip as you also struggled with the pin.

“I’m not good at this.” You laughed, referring to the pin. The tiny clasp made it difficult to fasten to his shirt. Finally, you got it on.

“Im not good at this either.” Tom breathed out. No fear. Be brave. “Any of this. That’s what I was trying to tell you. I wanted to ask for your number, and take you on another date. And I wanted to ki-“ Tom looked at Lucas. “I wanted to k-i-s-s you-“

“I can spell.” Lucas muttered.

“-I really, really wanted too. I swear.” Tom confessed, making you smile at his honesty.

“Then why didn’t you? You kinda left me hanging there.” You told him, still a little hurt by the memory.

“I know. And I’m really sorry. It’s just, I’m really bad at this.” He gestured between the two of you. “Like, really bad. I’m so far out of the game. I literally have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Nobody knows what they’re doing. That’s why being with someone is called having a partner. You figure it out together.” You assured him.

“But you deserve a guy who knows what he’s doing.” Tom said, still pouring out the honesty.

“Look at Lucas.” You turned Tom by his shoulders and pointed to Lucas, who was picking flowers and arranging them in Tessa’s collar. “That kid being the way he is tells me you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re being two parents to him. That’s a lot to ask as it is. So if you haven’t taken the time to date and got a little rusty, that’s perfectly okay. And if you want to get back in the game now, that’s perfectly okay too.”

“I don’t want to get back in the game.” Tom said firmly. “I just want you.”

“Thank you.” You said coyly.

“For what?” Tom wondered.

“For finally being honest with me.” You answered. “That was really brave of you to say.”

“I had a little help.” Tom pointed to his pin with a proud smile.

“In that case,” you smiled softly, “I’ll be needing that back.” You took the note from Toms hands and squatted down to Tessa. “Thank you for the offer, but Tom and I have been playing cat and mouse for a few weeks now, and the only time I like cats and mice are when I’m getting paid for treating them.”

“Does that mean…” Tom began.

“That was my elaborate way of telling you yes, I will be your girlfriend.” You nodded happily.

“Oh Thank God.” Tom sighed a breath of relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no.”

“As if I’d ever say no to you.” You straightened his jacket and brushed his shoulder. “I have been thinking about you non stop from the moment I took your dogs blood sugar.”

“I think about you all the time too. Would you want to go on another date? Maybe just the two of us this time?” Tom asked, confidently this time. You smiled proudly at him.

“I would love too.”

And maybe they did a little more than date.

“Y/n, your family’s here.” Your coworker called from the front desk. You curiously came out of your office as Tom, Lucas, and Tessa came bounding into the Vet office.

“Mommy!” Lucas squealed and ran into your arms.

“Hey, lovebug.” You scooped him up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

“There’s my pretty girl!” You cooed to Tessa and you scratched her chin.

“And there’s my pretty girl.” Tom said suavely as he kissed you on the lips.

“Well hello to you too, handsome.” You kissed Tom again. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“Tessa is sick and we only trust her with you.” Tom said in a weird way. You eyed him carefully.

“She’s sick? Come into my office.” You motioned for them to follow you and walked towards your office.

You walked into your examine room, dragging your fingertips along the gold plaque next to your office labeled “Dr. Holland.”

“We have to make this fast. I have 101 dalmatians in the next room who all need vaccinations.” You said as you hoisted Tessa onto the table.

“Just look at her. She has something stuck to her fur.” Tom bit his lip in excitement.

“That sounds more like you need a groomer.” You stopped looking at Tessa and looked up at Tom.

“Please, just take a look?” Tom begged. “It’ll only be a second.”

“Alright. But if I get 101 letters of complaint, I’m blaming you.” You said as you began to examine Tessa. Her left side was perfectly fine. On her ride side, you felt something hard and plastic. “I think I found it.” You grunted as you struggled to turn Tessa over. She was a stubborn dog, like her daddy. You finally managed to get her on her side and took a further inspection to her fur.

“Do you see anything?” Tom asked, bouncing on his heels now.

“It looks like tape, but there’s something stuck in it. Let me try to remove it.” You grabbed a washcloth and held it under the warm water for a minute. Once it was ready, you held it to the tape and let it melt the glue on the tape. After a minute or two, the tape came off, along with a little white stick.

“What’s that?” Tom squeaked. He was a professional actor, but could not keep a straight face in this moment. This was far too important of a moment.

“I don’t know.” You said before turning it over, ”it looks like a…pregnancy test?”

“I’m pregnant.” Tom nearly burst with excitement. You snapped your attention to your bumbling husband.

“You’re what?” Your jaw dropped.

“I mean, you’re pregnant. We’re pregnant.” Tom exclaimed. “Tessa is also pregnant but that didn’t seem as important.” Tom rambled. “Also, I think Banjo needs to be neutered.”

“Did you stick tape to our dog to tell me I’m pregnant?” You asked slowly.

“Yes.” Tom said immediately and then pointed at Lucas. “It was his idea.”

“Don’t blame me! I can’t even read!” Lucas protested.

“I’m not mad. This is just a prime example of there being three brain cells between the three of you, and Tessa has all of them.” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Tom asked hopefully.

“How could I be?” You asked.

“We just hadn’t talked about starting a family so soon and don’t know how you feel about more kids and oh you’re kissing me.” Toms last words were muffled by your lips on his. You pulled away after Lucas let out a “yuck!” and smiled at Tom with tears in your eyes.

“Tom, we have been a family since the day you walked through my door with your adorable son and diabetic dog, who by the grace of God have now become my adorable son and diabetic dog. I’m not mad at all. I’m ecstatic. I’m elated. I’m thrilled. I’m…I’m.” You fanned your hands in search of a word worthy of being used to describe your emotions. Tom, always your missing piece, picked up where you left off.

“Pregnant?” He asked, eyes reddening with emotion.

“That’s the word.” You said as a tear escaped your eye. Tom placed a gentle hand on your tummy.

“We’re really having a baby.” Tom whispered in disbelief. “There’s a baby in your tummy and it’s ours.”

Too emotional to speak, you pulled Tom into a tender kissed as your thumb brushed away his tears.

“Is the baby in your tummy because you ate it?” Lucas broke up the emotional moment with his innocent question.

You and Tom contemplated your answer for a moment before responding.

“Yes?” You replied.

“Then I’m pregnant with a crayon.” Lucas sighed. Everyone in the room was silent for a moment.

“Lucas, we’re gonna talk about that later…” Tom said and you nodded. “Right now we’re talking about how mommy is having a baby.” Tom said as he bent down to Lucas’s height.

“But I’m your baby.” Lucas said a little sadly.

“Yes. You are.” You assured him with a kind smile. “And nothing could ever change that. But this baby is going to be your brother or sister, like your Uncle Harry is to daddy.”

“I’m getting my own Uncle Harry?” Lucas lit up.

“Yep.” You confirmed.

“And my own Uncle Sam and Uncle Paddy?” He asked excitedly.

“Maybe one day.” You laughed. “But right now, we’re just having one baby. And our family is going to grow. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for you anymore.”

“When will the baby be here?” Lucas wondered.

“Nine months.” You responded.

“Ugh.” Lucas stamped his foot. “Packages always take so long to come.”

“But we can promise this package will be worth the wait.” Tom smiled as he brushed some hair off Lucas’s forehead.

“Okay.” Lucas said after a minute of thinking it over. “You have my permission.”

“The baby is already-“ Tom began to explain.

“Thank you.” You told Lucas. You pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheeks. Tom joined in on the hug and kissed the tops of both your heads. He was happy. Happier than when he carried you into your house after your wedding and shouted “welcome home, my Queen.” Tessa squeezed her head under Lucas’s arm and licked his cheek, making everyone giggle. The four of you sat there, hugging as a family.

“Wait.” Tom suddenly spoke, disrupting the wholesome silence. “Lucas ate a crayon?”

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Perfectly Imperfect: Epilogue

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Wren Arnold (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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Chapter 9

Epilogue

July 6, 2028

The house was quiet when Chris entered the mud room via the garage at one in the morning. He pulled off his shoes and stuck them on the shelf marked "Daddy" and then left his suitcase with all his dirty clothes next to the washing machine.

Entering the kitchen, he smiled when he saw that the girls had made him a "Welcome Home Daddy!" sign and had hung it on the edge of the island. He had spent the last week doing promos for a new film and was happy to finally be home where he belonged.

He took the kitchen stairs two at a time to get to the floor where his wife and daughters all slept. The first door he came to was painted a bold purple with a turquoise "A" printed on it. He hadn't been sure of the idea when Addy and Wren had presented it to him when they first moved in, but the house wouldn't be complete without unique touches like this.

Pushing the ajar door open, he smiled when he saw his 10-year-old daughter curled up with their aging Austrian shepherd, Gus. They had adopted the, then two-year-old, dog shortly after he and Wren had gotten married seven years ago; the same day that Wren had legally adopted Addy.

When it came to her birth mom, Addy hadn't had any questions until just recently and it was more out of curiosity than anything else. Because of these questions, part of his trip to LA had included a visit with Jessa and her husband. They hadn't been ready for a face to face conversation, but Jessa had given Chris her business card and told him that Addy could email her any questions she may have and she'd answer them if she could. They all knew, however, there were some topics that couldn't be address via email or until the pre-teen was an adult herself. It was a talk that Chris wasn't looking forward to having with his daughter, but he knew it would have to happen as soon as they had time.

Returning her door to how he found it, he moved down to the next door which was based in a pale pink and then had a lime green "D" and a magenta purple "S" on it. There had been a lot of debate about the door and Chris wasn't looking forward to a repeat of it when he had to redo the door in a few weeks when they moved the girls' rooms around to make room for the new baby.

The door was already opened halfway due to the needs of its occupants. At almost five, his and Wren's second oldest, Dakota, liked to sleep in a dark room, but her three-year-old sister Savannah preferred to have the light from the hallway on her at all times. It had taken them a couple weeks to get it setup to accommodate both girls' needs, but, in the end, they had worked it out.

From the doorway, Chris could see little Savannah stretched out on her stomach with the family's orange tabby cat, Oliver, snuggled up to her side. In order to see Dakota, he had to move into the room and pull aside the blackout curtain that was attached to the ceiling above her bed. Like her other sisters, she was dead to the world and didn't even flinch, though her sleeping buddy, the family's other dog Patch, a Dalmatian, looked up at him with one eye. Chris pressed his finger to his mouth and then backed away from the bed. He stood still for a moment, wondering if Patch was going to get up and follow him, but he soon heard the dog start snoring again.

Leaving the room, Chris moved across the hall to the nursery. The closed door was painted a pale yellow and, currently, had the letter "B" written on it. Opening the door, he tiptoed in and closed it softly behind him. The door to his and Wren's room was partially open and he could see the outline of his pregnant wife from where he stood. Smiling, he made his way over to the crib and smiled down at his and Wren's youngest daughter, Brooklyn, 18 months.

As he watched the baby sleep, he couldn't help but reflect on the last seven years. They had been the best years of his life. He loved making movies and acting, but he had scaled back so he could spend more time with his girls. Thanks to the Marvel movies, he and Wren were set for life and he was sure even his future grandchildren would be fine as long as they were wise with the money.

Leaving the nursery, Chris went into the bedroom he shared with Wren and stared longingly at the bed. A part of him just wanted to undress and climb in next to her, but he'd been traveling all day and he needed to shower first.

He showered quickly and then put on a pair of plaid pajama pants, a necessity with daughters who didn't know how to knock. Returning to the bedroom, he smiled when he saw Wren sitting up.

"Welcome home." She smiled at him as he climbed into the bed.

"Good to be home," he replied. He kissed her and then tugged playfully on the braid she always put her hair into for bed. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, the baby did," she said and both of their eyes dropped to her swollen belly.

"Do I need to have a talk with him or her?" Chris asked, sternly. He didn't wait for her answer as he leaned down and started to talk to her belly.

Wren laughed as his whispers tickled her skin. She couldn't hear what he was saying to the baby, but the baby responded with a kick. "Ouch!" she said, rubbing the spot where she was jabbed. "I thought you were going to calm the baby down."

"I forgot I'm not the kid wrangler," he replied, smoothing her stomach with his hand.

"No you're just a super hero dad," Wren smiled at him. "Did you see the girls' sign in the kitchen?"

"I did and I loved it," Chris said then stifled a yawn.

"Time to go to sleep," Wren laughed. "The girls are excited to see you and I don't think they'll let you sleep in."

"Oh the joys of being a parent," Chris sighed.

"Says the one who checked on all the girls and was secretly disappointed that none of them were still awake," Wren stated.

"Guilty," Chris chuckled as he laid back against the pillows with Wren's body cuddled up against him.

Savannah was the first to join them a few hours later with her shadow Oliver. Little girl and cat crawled into bed, her laying down on top of Chris and the cat curling up by his pillows. A little while later, Dakota and Patch joined them, too. An hour or so later, Addy came into the room via the nursery carrying Brooklyn with Gus following them.

"I think we need a bigger bed," Chris told Wren once they were all in the bed together. He and Wren were both partially sitting with the youngest two cuddled up to them while Addy and Dakota laid between them with both dogs and Oliver curled up at their feet.

"Daddy, can we watch cartoons?" Dakota asked after a while.

"Sure," Chris nodded. He handed her the tablet that controlled the TV and let her choose what they would watch.

It took her a few minutes, but Dakota eventually picked a series of old Disney cartoons that Chris and Wren had grown up watching. As a family, they watched a couple before they heard the first tummy rumble.

"Mom, can I go get the cupcakes?" Addy asked, excitedly.

"Great idea," Wren nodded.

"What cupcakes?" Chris asked as Addy sprinted from the room.

"It's our seventh wedding anniversary," Wren reminded him. "And at my sonogram this week, the doctor was able to determine the sex of the baby."

"I knew our anniversary," Chris said. "But I didn't know the second part. What are we having?"

"That's what we're about to find out," Wren said as Addy returned with a pink bakery box. "I had her write it on a card and then I took it to our favorite bakery and had them make us cupcakes with a filling that is either blue or pink."

Addy set the box down in the middle of the bed and then they moved so they were all surrounding it.

"Alright," Wren said. "Before we bite into our cupcakes, let's find out what you guys want it to be. Addy?"

"A boy!"

"Dakota?"

"A girl!"

"Savannah?"

"A girl!"

"Brooklyn?"

The one and half year old blinked in response, making them all laugh.

"Do you want a girl or a boy?" Addy asked her youngest sister. "Say 'mommy' for a girl or 'daddy' for a boy."

"Momma," Brooklyn replied from around her binkie.

"Alright, so that is three for another girl and one vote for a boy," Wren said. "What do you want, Chris?"

"I love my girls and I will be happy with another, but I wouldn't mind having a boy," Chris replied.

"How very politically correct of you," Wren laughed. "I'll be less PC and say I'd love to have a little boy."

"So how are we going to do this?" Chris asked, gesturing to the cupcakes.

"We'll each grab one and then we'll count to three before we take a bite," Wren explained.

They each grabbed a cupcake and then held it in their hands save for Brooklyn whose hands were too small to hold the cupcake. They put her in front of the cake box, but before they could stop her, the one-and-a-half-year-old grabbed a fist full of her cupcake and brought it to her lips, revealing the blue filling.

"It's a boy!" Addy shouted and then bite into her own cupcake. They followed her lead and confirmed that the filling of all the cupcakes was indeed blue.

"We're having a boy," Wren said as she looked at Chris with tears in her eyes. "A boy!"

Grinning, Chris leaned over and pressed a kiss to Wren's frosting covered lips. In four short months, baby Austin would be joining the family.

A little over eight years ago, he had returned to Boston thinking his love life was dead and wanting to make the best life for Addy that he could. He hadn't foreseen that he would fall in love with his best friend, Wren, marry her and have three more daughters and a son with her, but that is exactly what had happened.

Exactly seven years ago, he and Wren had stood in front of a small gathering of their family and friends and had promised to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. A promise that he planned to keep until he took his last breath.

THE END

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Wretched Form

Edér loves his salty little skull. To a certain point.

Rating: T

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“This ship is a blight on Eora, a putrescent carbuncle festering with buffoons, hooligans, and dunderheaded tosspots.”

As he neared the starboard side of the hold, Concelhaut whirled and continued to pace, as much as a disembodied skull could pace, anyway.

“Xaurips in the rigging, imps in the forecastle, drunkards at the cannons and the helm! Bah!” he spat, whirling again. “And always the belching, the caterwauling, the slop of spilt drink, the vacant eyes over open-mouthed mastication and the ever-present, unending reek of hagfish. Disgusting, all of it! I would be doing the world a great favor if I excised this malignancy by chewing through the hull and sinking this abominable vessel to the bottom of the sea.”

“NEMNOK AGREE WITH TALKING SKULL, EH! NEMNOK WILL HELP DROWN NASTY GROUNDSTINK!”

Nemnok rushed through Edér's legs, skittered across the floorboards, and began to aggressively scratch at the wall of the hold.

“Oh, buddy, don't listen to him.”

“Yes, Nemnok! Do it! Together, we shall bring them all down!”

Edér sighed, then walked over to scoop up the tiny imp.

Nemnok screeched in protest and feebly swiped his claws, but he quickly became silent when Edér pulled a suole from his pocket and popped it into the imp's small mouth. For a moment, Nemnok stilled entirely, then he lowered his arms and curled inwards as he began to suckle the coin like a pacifier.

“Aw, that's right, buddy.” Smiling broadly, Edér shifted Nemnok into the crook of his elbow, cradling the creature against his chest while he began to rock his arms. “Who's a good imp? You are, little guy. Yes, you are.” Edér gently scratched the imp's belly and Nemnok's legs kicked in pleasure. “You got the cutest little feet and the cutest little tail. The cutest little tummy, too. I'm gonna bite it,” he cooed, cuddling Nemnok closer as he hunched over. “Yes, I am.”

“How revoltingly saccharine,” Concelhaut sneered. “Were that I still had a stomach myself, so I might express my disgust by vomiting upon the two of you.”

Edér glanced up. “No need to be grumpy, little skull. If you want some attention too, all you gotta do is ask.”

“For whom do you mistake me, you simpering mooncalf?” Concelhaut reared up and glowered down at Edér, the flames in his eye sockets burning brightly. “I am Concelhaut, fool! Greatest archmage to ever grace this miserable planet—and I do not ask. I take what I desire, whenever I desire it, just as I shall take your pathetic life once I have secured a new body!”

“C'mere,” Edér said, reaching for the former lich. “I got a whole other arm here just for you.”

Concelhaut hissed and swerved away from Edér's outstretched hand. “Keep your grubby fingers away from me, you cow-handed oaf! How many times must I tell you that before it penetrates that overgrown cabbage atop your neck?”

“Sure sounds like somebody needs a nap.”

“I do not require a—a nap.” Concelhaut grimaced, as though it had pained him to say the word. “Nor do I require your cuddles or your petting or any of your incessant gibbering, you lumbering, half-witted bespawler.”

Edér carried Nemnok over to one of the straw beds for the ship's numerous animals. Kneeling before it, he gingerly placed the imp into a blanket then carefully swaddled the creature, pressing a kiss to Nemnok's forehead after he finished.

“Look,” he began, glancing at the skull as he straightened. “I'll make a little bed for you too, okay?”

“I do not require a bed, either!” Concelhaut seethed. “Curse this wretched form! If I still had arms, I would smite you into the form of a swine, silence your flapping maw with an apple, and roast you into a succulent, honey-glazed dinner.”

“Well, I always did like a pork chop. My mom served 'em with applesauce on top, roasted potatoes and buttered green beans on the side.” Edér chuckled as he grabbed another blanket and shook it open. “Now you got my mouth watering, thinkin' about it.”

“Of course you would salivate at the thought of consuming yourself, you daft pillock. I wager you would be equally gluttonous if I served up a pan-seared cut of your fishy friend with a slice of lemon and some mashed parsnips.”

“Uh, wait,” Edér said, pausing. “Which fish friend, now?”

“That fribbling, layabout libertine.”

Edér squinted slightly.

“The dawdling dew-dropper, with all his insufferable singing and monkeyshines.”

Edér titled his head to the side, his mouth scrunching into a frown.

“Confound it, you dolt! Ondra's blasted whelp! The shark man! The marine godlike! That one. I can't be bothered to actually remember any of your names.”

“Oh, you mean Tekēhu. Okay, I got it.” Another chuckle rumbled past Edér's lips. “Heh, 'fishy friend.' That's real good. Gonna tell him that later.” He whipped the blanket behind himself, draping it over his shoulder, then paused once more. “Uh—what about him, again?”

A noise of deep displeasure rattled from Concelhaut's mandible and he surged away to resume his pacing.

“Damn this humiliation! Reduced to suffering the vacuous fiddle-faddle of a farmhand. Pah!” He swished back and forth across the hold, grinding his teeth. “Damn that ghastly, meddling busybody. Once more, this is entirely her fault. Damn her and her tedious puns and her consistently overcrowded pack. Who requires that many eggs, anyway? And for what purpose? They are not even hard-boiled for the rigors of travel!”

“Never know when you might want a road omelet.”

“When I regain corporeal form,” Concelhaut continued, ignoring him, “I shall delight in her vivisection. I will slowly dissect that loathsome saucebox, layer by grisly layer, until I hit bone and peel that Watcher's soul free. Then, victorious at last, I shall mount her ridiculous horns in my study as a trophy and a warning.”

“Y'know, I almost got to touch those horns once,” Edér said, as he gathered straw into a pile. “I had my hand and my face buried in her smoke hair—which is real soft and pettable, by the way—and I started to reach for her horns when, suddenly, I just couldn't move anymore. I fell over, and she started to drag me across the ground by my foot. At first, I thought she was tryin' to get me to some help, but then she just left me under this tree with a beehive in it. Few seconds later, an arrow knocked that thing clean off the branch.” He grinned. “I had to go jump in a pond. Couldn't sit down properly for a week after, neither.”

“It does not surprise me that a dullard such as yourself would be easily ensnared by a cipher's parlor trick.” Concelhaut rolled his flames. “Mindhunters,” he huffed in disgust. “What an inappropriately overwrought title for those Glanfathan savages who practice that feral excuse for magic.”

Edér hummed in consideration as he hugged the pile of straw together and shaped it into disc. “Well, I dunno 'bout that. I think it's fun when Serafen goes mindhuntin' and guesses my thoughts.”

“What, precisely, is there to guess?” Concelhaut twisted to face Edér. “You are all field and no crops, farmer! One does not need the proclivities of that mangy, orlan guttersnipe to deduce that obvious fact,” he said, snorting. “And when I have fingers again, I will fashion that hirsute cockalorum into a rug for my washroom, right after I pluck each and every feather from that dour, grumbling bird-woman to stuff my bed pillows.”

Edér fluffed the blanket over the straw bed, then patted the middle.

“All yours, buddy,” he said, flashing his favorite little skull a smile. “It ain't as soft as that rug, or as fancy as that feather pillow, but it should be comfy enough.”

“By the degenerate standards of a Dyrwoodan mongrel, perhaps,” Concelhaut said, scowling at Edér. “Why don't you join your family and all your flea cousins and lie down in it yourself? Or, better yet, do that whimpering, foppish fussbuget a favor and push him into it, face-first preferably.” Concelhaut huffed again. “If that milksop represents what passes for a mage these days in the old empire, then it is no wonder they lost their little war to a bunch of inbred yokels and the pack of illiterate stone-worshippers a hill over.”

Shrugging, Edér sat on the floor by the newly-created bed.

“Guess I'm not as picky as you are when it comes to who's casting, long as they're casting lightning spells, anyway,” he said, leaning back against the wall to rest one of his arms on a bent knee. “Think that might be my favorite type of spell. Well, other'n that piggy one,” he added, grinning. “I've always liked the way you can feel the lightning 'fore it's cast, by the way all your hairs suddenly stand on end. And I like the way the bolts streak across a battle and leave that ghost of themselves behind, haunting the air between everybody for a few seconds. I also like that hot, sharp smell that lingers too. Makes my nose and throat burn a little. It's almost like breathing in a storm, y'know?”

As Edér glanced at him, Concelhaut jerked upright from where he'd tilted to the side, listening. He glared at Edér for a long moment, then abruptly spun away.

“Feh! Like breathing in a storm, you know,” he mocked. “You know nothing, farmer. Your barren mind could scarcely even begin to comprehend the arcane, much less appreciate its full and beautiful glory. You do not know magic. You cannot grasp any of its numerous intricacies. Beyond base superficiality, you will never understand it, not what it truly means, and neither will that long-eared, knock-kneed poltroon! In fact, it offends me that his soft hands are allowed anywhere near a grimoire!”

Concelhaut vibrated in agitation and began pacing so rapidly it almost made Edér dizzy to watch.

“When I am whole once more,” he spat, “I shall grant that pusillanimous mollycoddle the mercy of being adjacent to my wondrous, arcane world, but he will observe it all from a position befitting his mediocrity, one where he may finally contribute something of value to the field by serving his unmistakable superior!”

“Uh, serving how?”

Concelhaut shot across the room and stopped short of slamming right into Edér's face. Shadows danced over his rictus grin while his eyes flickered with malicious glee.

“I shall flay him into sheets of vellum and bind them together into the grimoire I will use to finally scribe those elusive spells of time manipulation. Then, once completed, he and every other mage on Eora, including the members of that despicable Circle, will be forced to bow and scrape and acknowledge, over and over as much as I please, that, short of the gods themselves, I, Concelhaut, am the most powerful creature alive and the only true and worthy master of the arcane realm!”

Bobbing gently, Concelhaut's gaze bore into Edér eyes, hard and expectantly.

Edér blinked.

Then raised an eyebrow.

“…So you're gonna make a whole grimoire, now?”

Concelhaut sputtered. “Th-that is the least important aspect of what I just said, you dim-eyed clodhopper!”

Edér shook his head as he reached for his pocket. “Well, I'm just sayin', you ain't exactly gonna get more'n a few pages outta Aloth, much less a whole grimoire.”

A long and seething noise of distaste whistled through Concelhaut's gritted teeth, then he soared away.

“Then I shall create more from that ample, Rauataian lickspittle! And if she does not suffice, I shall salvage an index out of that prattling, starry-eyed priestess!” Concelhaut shook in anger again, but he immediately spun around when the sound of Edér lighting his pipe echoed across the hold.

“Stop that!” he cried. “Stop that at once!”

“Stop what?” Edér asked from around the stem.

“The smoking, you imbecile!”

“Why?”

“Why? Why?!” Concelhaut sped towards Edér again. “Are your faculties truly so addled at this point that you cannot even recall the countless times I have already answered that inane question?”

Smoke leaked from Edér's lips, a slow and guilty trickle that ended in a billowing, choking cough as Concelhaut glared down at him sternly. Before he was forced to answer for himself, though, salvation rounded the corner of the alcove and meowed at him.

“Hey kitty,” he coughed, smiling. Then coughed again.

The cat darted towards Edér, her purrs rumbling with each step. When she reached his leg, she meowed again, then closed her eyes as she arched and began to rub against him. Edér cleared his throat and beamed down at her.

“Aww, who's the best kitty?” he asked, scratching her head.

Concelhaut glared at the animal. “The best at being an unsightly, imposing nuisance, perhaps.”  

“Oh, don't listen to him, sweetheart. He's just cranky 'cause he's tired.”

“If I am tired, it is only because I am exhausted by the burden of being in your general vicinity. And now you force me to endure the pain of experiencing you stunt your wits, yet again, while you coddle that failed science experiment!”

“He's jealous 'cause he doesn't have a cone,” Edér whispered, winking at the cat as he continued to pet her. She stepped onto his thigh, purring while she kneaded his leg, then jumped into the empty straw bed.

Concelhaut gasped sharply.

“Remove that creature from my bed immediately!”

Edér took a drag on his pipe and exhaled. “I thought you didn't even want it.”

“It does not matter whether I wanted it or not. It is mine now regardless—and I do not share! Remove that detestable creature at once!”

“No way,” Edér said, shaking his head. “She's too cute and there's plenty of room for the both of you.”

Quivering with fury, Concelhaut scowled at Edér then burst over to follow the cat as she circled the blanket. “Get out my bed, you impudent feline! Shoo! Shoo, I say!”

Animancy cat meowed in response, then rubbed against him.

Gasping again, Concelhaut recoiled in horror.

“How— How dare you!”

“Aww, she likes you!” Edér laughed and took another pull from his pipe. “Bet she'd even cuddle if you asked nicely.”

The former lich said nothing. He merely stared at the cat, watching as she kneaded circles in the center of his blanket on his bed, round and round, smaller and smaller while Edér puffed away, until she finally lay down in a coil and nestled into herself, purring in satisfaction.

“…When I regain my body,” he uttered quietly, a long moment later, “I shall find immense pleasure in ripping those tubes from your sides and kicking you from—”

Concelhaut never saw the mace coming until it smashed him into the floor.

“You speak one more word 'bout harming that sweet kitty and I'm gonna have to crush you completely, little skull.” Edér leaned his weight into the weapon for emphasis, pressing a squeak from Concelhaut's bones. “Now, I don't wanna have to do that, but I will if you make me. Are you gonna make me, or are you gonna behave yourself?”

A long and humiliating moment passed before Concelhaut spoke again.

“I…” Concelhaut started, then cringed. “I… I-I promise you I shall never harm the cat.”

Edér nodded once. “Good,” he said, then pulled his mace away. He inhaled from his pipe again.

Concelhaut floated upwards again, then whirled towards Edér.

“…But I never said anything about you!” he shouted, then hurled himself into Edér's forehead with a violent crack.

“Son of a bitch, little skull!”

As he bounced off Edér's face, Concelhaut cackled maniacally and zoomed away. Sucking air through his teeth, Edér groaned and gingerly touched the lump on his forehead. He shook his head, then pressed to his feet to follow his favorite little skull.

“When I catch up to you, I'm gonna put you in a time out!”

Notes:

Written for @pillarspromptsweekly #56, a random roll for Concelhaut, Edér & threats (which I initially misread as 'treats' …lol)

Bonus footage of Concelhaut

[carsonlee1994]

Sleepy/Cuddly Bobby

It was the end of the week. Another life changed by the Fab Five barging into someones life and turning it upside down. "Well hopefully" Tan thought as he climbed into the car behind Antoni and Jonathan. Tan had found that not everyone who had appeared on their show stuck with their tips and helpful advise after the camera's left and the Fab Five went home. There were people who's lives did change because of their hard work, like Tom from the very first episode they did. He had really turned everything around in his life and still kept in touch with each member of the Fab Five to the present day. But there were others who had gone back to their old ways after they had left. "I wonder if he will be okay." Jonathan said as Karamo and Bobby climbed into the front two seats of the car. "We did all we could, it's up to him to apply himself how." Antoni said as he got comfortable next to the window seat. Jonathan had gotten the short straw and had to take the 'bitch seat' (the whole group had grown accustom to calling the back middle car seat that name) and he had been upset with it at first, until Antoni promised him quality cuddles on the way home. "Your right, I just hope he really turns his life around." Jonathan said wrapping his arm around Antoni's and Tan's. The youngest of the group getting comfortable between them. No longer upset about the middle seat, and excited to cuddle his friends. "We can't hold any guilt if he doesn't. We can only try our hardest, and I know for a fact that we all did our best this week. I'm proud of you guys." Karamo said as he started the car. "Awww, I'm proud of you too boo! Always spreading that positive energy." Jonathan said leaning forward and giving Karamo's cheek a sloopy kiss. Everyone but Bobby laughed as Karamo pulled out into the road. Tan noticed that Bobby didn't join in their conversation like he usually would, but covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to cover a large yawn. Tan frowned. Bobby was always tired by the end of each week more than the others. Bobby had the most physically demanding job out of everyone in the group. He was always re-building peoples homes, and he always got so much done in just a week! Sure he had a team with him, but he would have to design everything, organize, and basically lead the whole crew in how to recreate these peoples homes. While the other guys would work hard, they were able to take breaks and rest during the week of filming. But Bobby worked 7 days a week, and sometimes Tan felt like he didn't get nearly as much credit as the hard working man deserved.

Jonathan had made himself comfortable between his two cuddle buddies, ready to enjoy the ride home and get some well deserved rest before the next week began. This assignment had been a few hours away from Atlanta Georgia. It wasn't the furthest they had traveled for the show, but Jonathan also knew that it was going to be a long ride. Which is the exact reason he had been so upset to be stuck in the 'bitch seat'. Jonathan smirked a Antoni threw his arm over his shoulders. "Hopefully my cuddling skills will make up for being stuck in this seat." He said letting the younger boy lean into his embrace. "I would sit on a seat of hot rocks to get quality cuddle time from you! Do you know how many young girls and gals would kill to be in my position right now?" Jonathan said with a smile as Antoni laughed. Jonathan turned to Tan to see if he had heard the joke, but he had a frown on his face as he looked to the front seat. Jonathan poked his side and he jumped. He smirked knowing Tan was ticklish as he turned to Jonathan with a pout. "What's with the long face?" He asked pouting back to Tan and pinching his cheek. He sighed and nodded to the front seat that Bobby was currently in. Jonathan looked up to examine the man. We had been on the road for about 30 minutes now and he had pulled his laptop out of his bag the second we had started our ride home. He was working on some layout of a home design for next weeks assignment and e-mailing some people. A yawn escaped his mouth and he covered it up with his hand before rubbing his eyes harshly. The man was clearly dead tired, but Bobby was a stubborn hard worker. Jonathan turned back to Tan. He had such a big heart and seemed to be really worried for Bobby. But Tan was a bit of a mother hen, always worried about all of the other members of Fab Five. Jonathan smiled. Thinking of an idea on how he could help Bobby get the rest he needed, and ease Tan's worries for his friend.

Jonathan groaned and rolled himself into a ball, and then turned to push his face into Antoni's shoulder. "What's wrong?" His friend asked, rubbing his hand through Jonathan's long hair to try and comfort him. "I'm feeling a bit sick..." He said, although his words were a bit muffled from Antoni's shoulder, the man was able to understand what the younger had said. "Really? you seemed fine all day today." He said pressing the back of his hand to Jonathan's forehead and cheeks. "What hurts darling?" Tan asked rubbing his hand over Jonathan's back. "Nothing hurts, I just feel dizzy, a little puke-y." Jonathan said. "It might be car sickness, you never rode the middle back seat have you?" Karamo asked from the driver seat. Jonathan shook his head and wrapped his arms around his tummy tightly. Bobby looked away from his laptop and frowned seeing his friend in such distress. "Do you think you will feel better up front?" He asked his friend. Jonathan frowned. "No Bobby, I got the seat fair and square. I don't wanna make you sit here." He said. "I deserve a Oscar for this performance" he thought in the back of his mind as Bobby shook his head. "I would much rather take the 'bitch seat' then have barf all over the car floor." He said patting down Jonathan's hair. "There is a rest stop about 20 minutes from here, you think you can make it that long?" Karamo asked. Yea...I think so. Thank you Bobby." Jonathan said before curling back up into Antoni's side, hiding his smirk in Antoni's shoulder.

Karamo had pulled up to the rest stop and went to get a bottle of water for Jonathan and a few other thinks the guys requested while Bobby and he switched seats. Antoni had stood outside the car to stretch his legs while Bobby climbed in and took the middle seat with a heavy sigh. Tan frowned as Bobby pulled his laptop out again and opened his notebook, taking some notes and still working like there was no tomorrow. "What are you working on?" Tan asked curiously looking over his friends shoulder. "I got the layout for our next assignment and I was looking over the details when I got some e-mails wanting to confirm some meetings this weekend and then my assistant sent me some designs that need to be approved before they are sent to be made..." He said not looking up from his computer as his phone buzzed. Before Bobby could pick it up himself Antoni grabbed it from him and checked to see who was calling. "Awww, it's your hubby." Antoni said remembering Bobby's husband before answering the phone himself. Bobby rolled his eyes with a smirk, knowing his husband would love to talk to Antoni and didn't see the harm as he turned back to his work. Tan only frowned more as he looked over Bobby. He just looked so tired. "There is a difference between self care and vanity." Jonathan's quote ran through his mind and Tan decided he was going to take care of Bobby, even if Bobby didn't want to take care of himself.

Bobby's vision was getting blurry again and he internally groaned while he rubbed at his raw eyes again. He loved his career, he really really did. But at this moment he just simply wanted to drop everything and curl up into a ball and sleep. The inbox notification in his email lit up again and he frowned. It seemed like the work was never going to stop. But its fine. He would be fine, just get as much work done as possible while your driving back. It wasn't like he would be able to do anything else useful while sitting in the car. Then when he gets home to his beautiful husband he can pull him onto the couch and they can fall asleep together watching some cheesy rom-com. He smiles just thinking about it as he types out a reply to his associates. He yawns again and before he can cover his mouth with his hand he feels Antoni stick his finger into his mouth. He jumps back and Antoni laughs at his bewildered face. "If you yawn one more time your going to make me fall asleep." He said pulling the laptop off of Bobby's lap. "Hey, come on no playing around. I need to get this done." Bobby said snatching it back. Tan frowned. "We're just worried about you. You work yourself too hard sometimes." He said running his hand through Bobby's hair. The blonde sighed. "I'm alright. I will have time to rest properly when I get home. But if I'm just going to be sitting in the car I might as well do work." Bobby said leaning into Tans petting motion. Antoni smirked behind Bobby, making eye contact with Tan. "Alright, you do you." Bobby thanked them before focusing back on his work. But Tan kept his hand in his hair, continuing the comforting motion. Jonathan smirked as he and Antoni spoke with their eyes, Jonathan leaned over and turned on some instrumental music. Karamo bit his lip trying to hide his smile so that Bobby wouldn't catch onto their antics.

Antoni cuddled into Bobby's side, wrapping their arms together and sliding his hand into Bobby's. Bobby chucked "It's okay, I didn't need that hand." He said looking at Antoni. "I was supposed to be cuddling Jonathan. Now you will have to do." Bobby rolled his eyes. "Okay, suit yourself." He said continuing his work one handed. Antoni curled up beside him and Bobby had to admit that he didn't hate the way his friend was rubbing his thumb over his knuckles, and the way that his other hand was rubbing his arm. Bobby blinked his eyes open, wait how long had they been closed. He took his other hand and rubbed his eyes, the itchiness from his eyes making them water a little bit. He focused back on the screen, but Tan was scratching his scalp, and Antoni's warmth was making him feel like he was in a fog.

Tan felt a pressure on his shoulder and he turned to see Bobby was asleep. His neck was no longer supporting his head and he was leaning more and more into Tan as he continued to fall into a deeper sleep. Tan smiled. "Is he finally asleep?" Jonathan asked turning around in the front seat. "Aww, that's so precious!" He said looking at Bobby's resting form against Tans. He continued to pet his hair, just to make sure he was fully asleep. "Here," Antoni whispered, picking up the laptop out of the sleeping mans lap and saving everything before turning it off and tucking it away in the safety of his bag. "I'm glad you were able to get him to rest, we need to talk to him about over working himself." Karamo said, more to himself as he looked at the three men in the back seat through his rear mirror. "Oh my goodness I have to take a picture of this adorable moment!" Jonathan said pulling his phone out. Tan looked over at Bobby the best he could without disturbing him. He looked so peaceful, his cheek resting against Tan's shoulder as his breathing was getting slower and slower. "Oh! I wanna be in it!" Antoni said leaning into Bobby, the sleeping man still was holding hands with Antoni so it was easy for him to lean in and join the picture Jonathan was taking. Jonathan turned back around after he was done and Karamo looked to Jonathan. "Were you even ever car sick? Or was this your plan the whole time?" He asked the youngest. "Oh what do you even mean?" Jonathan asked with the worlds biggest smirk as he innocently looked away from Karamo. The man laughed as he focused back on the road.

"Come on sleepy head," Bobby groaned and buried himself more into whatever warmth he was leaning against. "Oh he is so cute I can't move him." He heard Tan said and he blinked his eyes open. It was dark outside and he was so sleepy. "wha-...what time is it?" He asked, feeling very confused as Antoni giggled. "It's a little past ten pm. You slept most of the way home." He said as he ruffled Bobby's hair. Bobby was still feeling very groggy. "I did?...but my work." He said, trying to sit up. But his body wasn't as awake as his mind and he realized he was being held by Tan. Somehow he had moved to where his head was resting on Tans's chest and they were basically sharing the same seat. "You needed the rest silly, and honestly you still look like you could sleep a lot more." Tan said moving some of the hair out of Bobby's face with his gentle touch. It was the first time and of the Fab five were able to see this rare sleepy and cuddly side of Bobby and they were soaking it in. Jonathan and Karamo were standing outside of the car, honestly a bit jealous that Antoni and Tan got to cuddle an adorably sleepy Bobby. "Next time your driving so I get to cuddle and love on Bobby." Jonathan said pouting. Bobby yawned and stretched his legs. "Were back already?" He asked. Tan giggled. "The ride was a lot longer for us than it was for you. but yes, and you husband is waiting for you." Bobby's eyes, which had closed while Tan was talking opened up at the mention of his husband. "Dewey?" He asked looking around. "Right here babe." His husband had come to the condo Fab Five loft to surprise his husband. But he wasn't expecting to see Bobby all sleepy and needy at all. "He must really trust you guys to have been able to fall asleep in front of you." He said to Antoni and Karamo. "I think he had just reached the point of exhaustion." Karamo admitted as Bobby climbed over Tan out of the car and let himself fall into his husbands arms. "Deweyyyyy." He said hugging him tightly. His husband laughed. "He is still pretty out of it, I'll take it from here. Thank you guys." He said before ducking down and picking bobby up bridal style. The other members of Fab Five giggled and said bye to the two. Bobby didn't complain, instead he buried his head into his lovers neck and wrapped his arms around him, asleep again before they even made it to his car.

(and when Bobby woke up the next morning next to his husband with no recollection of what happened. He was going through his Instagram feed when he saw that Jonathan had posted a picture of him asleep between Antoni and Tan who were both cuddling him and smiling for the photo. The caption said "We love our hard working Bobby, but everyone needs a little cat nap sometimes #meow #cutesleepybaby #bobbyisadorable #antoniandtansandwich)