#why must our bathroom be downstairs

[edandstede]

on one hand: i’m a grown man, 28 years old, and i have nothing to be afraid of in my house

on the other hand: i just read many chapters of a horror-thriller book and now i don’t want to go downstairs to the toilet on my own at almost 4am

i am ridiculous

[moonstruckme]

i don’t really request so idk if this is where i should be asking but I wanted to know if you could do a Sirius x reader story where Sirius is trying to ask out or “woo” the reader but she is rarely noticed romantically and sort of confused and surprised by sirius genuinely liking her

You nailed it, babe! Thanks for requesting :)

cw: alcohol, mention of vomiting

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

The smell of vomit has escaped the bathroom and is seeping out into the hallway. You scrunch your nose and try not to breathe. Or hear. Your friend is purging all the alcohol she’s drank over the last few hours with your other friend holding her hair and murmuring slurred but heartfelt encouragements, and because you’re a sympathetic puker you’ve been put on bathroom guard duty. 

“Sorry,” you croak when another person comes up to you. “This one’s occupied. I think there’s another upstairs, though.” 

“I’d really rather people not use that one,” he says. His voice is silky smooth. “Last time I allowed that, everything in my medicine cabinet had moved around the next morning.” 

You blink. “This is your party.” 

“I’m Sirius.” He gives you a smile and sticks out his hand for you to shake. His palm is cool against yours. There’s something disarmingly intense about his gaze, the way he holds yours the whole time you’re touching. “This party is one-third mine. I live here with my roommates.” 

“Right, I—uh—” You try to reclaim control of your tongue. “I think one of my friends knows one of your—James?” 

Sirius nods thoughtfully. “Seems likely. Is she in there?” He nods to the closed bathroom door. 

You feel embarrassed at the scene now, though you’re not sure why. “Yeah. She’s helping my other friend, who’s, uh…having a rough time.” 

He purses his lips. The movement accentuates his cheekbones, which you can’t help but notice are ridiculously striking already. They certainly don’t need the extra help. “Think either of them will go through my medicine cabinet?”

Your eyebrows bunch. “No. What?” 

But he’s already knocking on the bathroom door, cracking it a tad. He brushes a piece of hair behind his ear as he bends at the waist to poke his head in. It’s a deep, impenetrable black which moves fluidly like dark water. 

“Hi.” His voice softens as he addresses your friend. You imagine the situation probably looks dire. “She alright? It’s—no, it’s fine, babe, it happens. Would you like to use my bathroom? It’s a bit cleaner, more privacy. I mean, if you think you can make the journey?” 

Someone must answer in the affirmative, because then Sirius is ushering them upstairs. You take up the rear, providing vocal but cautiously distant support and trying not to gag when your friend does. 

“Well,” Sirius says, closing the door to his bedroom behind him, “that’s taken care of.” 

“That was really nice of you,” you reply. “Thank you.” 

“Oh, it was mostly selfish.” He grins, leaning over the banister to look down at the party. “See that broad-shouldered, smiley bloke in the middle of the couch, looks like he plays every sport known to man?”

You laugh and acknowledge that you do. 

“That’s James. You can see, I’m sure, how it’d be fairly easy for him to shake me about by my ankles if I let his friend kneel on the dirty floor of our downstairs toilet. Plus, now I get to keep the general public away from my bathroom and you don’t have to look so green and uncomfortable at our party anymore. Everyone wins.” He turns his head to look at you, eyes twinkling. “But mostly me.” 

Fuck, being in this guy’s presence is like being in a dark room with a shining star. You’re blinded by the sheer presence of him. 

“Did I really look green and uncomfortable?” you ask him. 

Sirius smiles like he’s trying to stop himself but not really. “I mean, you were obviously stunning regardless, but yes. You’re much improved now, though.” He nods downstairs. “Let me get you something to drink, doll.” 

You’re concerned you might be actually reeling, but you manage to nod, and Sirius takes your suddenly warm and sweaty hand in his cool one, leading you down to the kitchen. You don’t know what’s happening, how it came to be happening to you of all people, but you’re more than willing to go along with it. 

A girl named Marlene has requisitioned the party’s alcohol. She pours Sirius a gin and tonic, giving him a meaningful look and a smile when he turns to you to ask what you want and you squeak out “The same.” He hasn’t let go of your hand. 

“So on a scale of want-to-leave-right-now to best-night-of-your-life, how good a time are you having?” he asks conversationally as he guides you into a loveseat.

You clear your throat, doing your best to act casual. The most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen is sitting right next to you, holding your hand and talking to you like you’re halfway interesting. This night is ranking pretty highly. “That’s quite the range.” 

“Well, I want to allow for plenty of variance,” Sirius explains. “Earlier, you were standing outside our nastiest toilet and looking like you could be sick, so I might have interpreted that as a two and I’m hoping things have improved since then. What would you say?” 

You smile into your cup, hoping the lighting hides your blush. “Definite improvement.”

“Really?” He grins, sparkling. You try not to swoon. “That’s excellent news.” 

“Is it?” 

“Of course. I want you to have a good time, gorgeous.” 

Your heart does an odd, stuttering thing. You feel suddenly warmer. You wish any of that could be chalked up to the alcohol. If he keeps talking to you like this, you’re worried you’ll actually go into shock. These things don’t happen to you. 

“Why?” you ask, dumbly, before you can stop yourself, because you’re an idiot. 

“I mean,” Sirius swipes his hair behind his ear again, gaze dropping from yours for just a millisecond, “you might stay longer if you’re having a good time. I’ll take you for as long as I can get you.” 

His eyes have found yours again, but they’re different. There’s less bluster behind them. You feel the beginnings of a slow, shy smile spreading across your face. He actually does like you. Somehow, realizing his nervousness lessens yours. Maybe you’re on equal footing here.  

“I’m having a good time,” you tell him. “I want to stay.” 

Sirius mirrors your smile, and his charm is back in full force, but this time you can see through some of the smugness. It feels like he’s let you in on some sort of secret. “Thrilled to hear it, doll. Want to dance with me?” 

You find you really do.

[miss---lu]

Morning Tea and Good News

You wake to the sunlight peaking in through the window. You stretch a little. Natasha stirs next to you in bed, but she doesn’t wake up.

You quietly get out of bed and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Humming to yourself, you begin to make some tea. You add a little bit of raspberry to Natasha’s.

As the tea is steeping you decide to go get the mail. It’s an early morning so when you go out, it’s all quiet. There’s no sound coming from the other houses, everyone must still be asleep.

You walk briskly to the mailbox to retrieve the mail before returning to the warm indoors.

You flip through the letters noting bills and a couple magazines that Nat had ordered. You organize the pile and then grab the tea cups to head back up stairs.

When you enter the room again you smile when you see Natasha sitting upright in bed. There’s a huge smile on her face. She practically jumps on you, smothering your face in kisses.

You yelp in surprise causing her to laugh. She takes the cups from you and sets them on the night stand. Then she grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to hers.

She continues to kiss you, her smile pressing against your face. You pull back after a minute.

“Morning to you too Nat,” you chuckle, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Natasha takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. You look confused but then realize you had left the pregnancy test on the counter over night.

Joy suddenly fills you as you realize why she’s so happy. You bolt to the counter and look at the pregnancy test and see a plus sign.

You squeal happily and spin back around to kiss Natasha.

You had left it there last night while waiting for it show the results and must have fallen asleep.

Natasha hugs you close, “you did it baby”

Tears start to form in her eyes as she begins to lightly caress your stomach. “We’re going to be mamas”

You rest your hands over Natasha’s hands. “We’ve tried for so long, and now it’s actually happening!”

Natasha kneels down and presses a soft kiss to your naval. She looks up at you with joy “I love you so much, you and our baby”

[pablitogavii]

hii! ive been reading your stories for about a week now and to say that i’m OBSESSED is an understatement, i absolutely love your writing style. i was wondering if i could request a gavi x reader where they’re childhood bestfriends and both secretly like eachother, and gavi overhears reader talking on the phone with her bestfriend about how much she likes him and he acts like he didn’t hear anything for a couple of days till he notices how she acts around him and he confronts her or smth like that? pure fluff and all, ty bby!

No more secrets

Pablo's POV

I was walking past Y/n's room to go to the bathroom when I heard her talking on the phone pretty loudly to one of her girlfriends.

I have known Y/n since we were both kids and our parents became really close family friends but what I was hearing was leaving me in shock.

"I can't stand it anymore! I look at him and all I want is to kiss his lips!" she was saying and I stayed a little longer to make sure it was me she was talking about but as far as I know I was the only "Pablo" she was calling her "best friend".

I made sure to leave before she notices not really knowing what to do with this newly acquired information. I have never before thought about her in such a way, especially since her dad asked me "to protect her like she is my sister" but I couldn't stay immune at her beauty either.

I decided to ignore it for now..at least until she does something to act on her little words..maybe it's just a little crush and she doesn't really mean it seriously?

"Hey Pablito! Wanna watch a movie??" she came downstairs sitting besides me on the couch and I moved a little feeling on edge partly because I started to notice how sweet he smelled.

"Yeah..uh..sure. You choose" I said and she was now even more confused since there was always an argument who gets to choose the movie. But suddenly I really cared less what I was watching..as long as she was besides me.

"Everything alright with you?" she asked and I rolled my eyes telling ehr to pick already and start the movie.

Your POV

Pablo was deifiantelly acting strange but I just let it go thinking he must have had a long day or something. During the movie, I got tired moving closer and laying my head on his shoulder enjoying the feeling of being close to him.

This was not an unusual thing but I knew he never felt it the way I did. It was driving me crazy to be this close to him and still having to keep my guard up..he was only my best friend!

"Um..if you're tired, we don't have to finish the movie tonight?" he asked tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear and I felt my stomach feel with butterflies. Damn it Pablo! Stop making me fall in love with you more!

"I'm comfortable like this..and you can stay if we fall asleep?" I answered a little scared but when he nodded I was at peace once again. As long as I get to have him at least like this, I will be happy.

I felt him lift my body from the couch carrying my upstairs and laying me down on my bed. I smiled opening my eyes and looking into his soft brown ones.

"Goodnight bombón!" he smiled about to leave but I grabbed his hand pulling him back. I froze knowing what I wanted to say but being so scared to say a single word.

"You got her to bed Pablo?" your dad interrupted and Pablo quickly let go of my hand smiling and walking out with him. Damn it!

Pablo's POV

There was a pool day today with a group of my teammates and of course my best friend was going to be there. I never thought twice about her coming over (she was always around anyways) but now all I could think about is her in a bikini.

"Quieres una cerveza Gavi?" Pedri asked and I took it thinking that I will definitely need some alcohol when she comes. Why the hell did I have to hear her that night!? And the way she pulled me back..it looked like she wanted to say something?

"Hola chicos!" her voice filled the room and everyone greeted her first until she finally arrived to me kissing my cheek and giving me a hug. She was wearing strapless blue top and white bottoms..and fuck did she look good in it!

I was distracted the entire day but I really liked that no matter how many guys completed her, she mainly spent time with me. That's my girl! Or well, I wish she was my girl..

"You tired?" she asked while laying on one of the beds outside and I nodded really feeling drained from trainings lately. She petter her stomach signaling me to lay down and I smiled doing just that checking my phone while relaxing.

"You guys are totally secretly dating!?"Pedri smirked showing us the picture he took on her phone and I felt myself blushing not really knowing what is the right thing to say.

"Give me back my phone cabrón! You just jealous I won't let you lay on me like do to Pablito" she said and this time my face was decorated with a smirk. Tell them princesa!

Your POV

Of course I blushed when Pedri said Pablo was my boyfriend secretly wishing that was true but when I looked at the picture I felt my thighs close.

"Everything alright bombon?" he asked and I told him I needed to use the bathroom when I just couldn't have him on my lap anymore when his hand was resting on my thigh.

I stole a glance at his phone where all the verified influencers DM him and I felt my jaw clenching in response. I HATED that he got so much attention from girls more famous than me!

I wanted to show them that just because they are famous, he was still laying on MY lap. Call me jealous but it felt good to see the comments.

y.n.bebe

Pool party :) tagged: pablogavi

coments:

pablogavi: best pillow 🥱😴

itslolababe: answer my DM pablito 😉

gaviynfans: can't you see he wants her 😡

pedri: i too that pic!!

ansufati: my favorite "best friends" 😁

gavisgirls: so he taken now!?

alejandrobalde: he ditched us for you bruh

pablitogavii: all those influencers screaming lmaoo

I came back only to feel Pablo grab my body toss me over his shoulder and jump into the pool. I swam to the edge and he followed after me pushing my body against the wall.

"Jilipollas!" I hit him taken back when his arms wrapped around my thighs and he raised I up while looking at my lips. His friends were watching some game on the TV so where was nobody around.

"Que h..haces?" I ask seeing that he was fixating on my lips and my heart was beating super fast. Was this real? Was Pablo really holding me like this??

"I heard you..when you were talking to your friend about me..I know bombon" he whispered moving even closer and now my face was all red and my eyes started to close my eyes.

"Y/n!" Aurora called and I quickly pulled away giving him an apologetic look before swimming off to see what she wanted. My mom was on the phone asking if I will come for dinner.

I needed some space to think about everything so I decided to leave early.

"I gotta go chicos!" I said grabbing my bag and Pablo looked after me feeling a little hurt that I just left after what happened.

Pablo's POV

Why the hell did she leave!? Ughh now my head hurts and I think I screwed it all up! What if she never talks to me again!?

That same moment my phone rang. It was her and I answered.

"Hola bombon?" I said smiling when I heard her sweet voice asking if I would come over for another movie night. I said I will be there soon.

I knocked and she opened the door wearing her cute cozy pajamas hugging me like she always does. I went in sitting down on the couch while she brought the popcorn.

"Gracias.." I said feeling a little uncomfortable but then she surprised me by sitting on my lap smiling into my face.

"We are alone Pablito.." she said and my hands were resting on her hips leaving invisible marks on her skin.

"Are you gonna run away again??" I smirked and she blushed nuzzling her face into my neck and I chuckled touching her hair..it was so soft.

"I'm sorry...I got nervous" she said and I pulled her away holding her face smiling at her red face. She was so cute.

"I wanted to kiss you in the pool..so badly" I groaned looking at her lips again and she bit her lower lip as I slowly leaned in resting my forehead against hers.

"What am I gonna do with you mi bombon??" I said and she giggled adorably.

"Besame.." she whispered making me smirk and hold her face leaning in and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She tasted so sweet and suddenly everything feels right..she was finally mine.

"I think I'm starting to like this.." Pablo whispered and you opened your eyes with blushing red cheeks.

"Um..you..mean..kissing?" you ask not really knowing how to ask him if he wanted to have more with you, something you wanted for so long.

"I mean everything..be mine bombon?" he said still holding you tightly on his lap and you felt your stomach explode in butterflies while your head gently nodded before you were kissing passionately again.

"Mmm P..Pablito" you half moaned pulling away to get some fresh air and eh chuckled tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear before his hands fell on your hips.

"What is it amor?" he said and hearing that nickname leave him lips made your whole body contract knowing how long you waited to hear it.

"What about all your instagram influencers now?" you say sadly thinking that he will never think you are better than them..you were just a normal girl and they are famous and hot.

"Have you ever seen me answer to any of them bombon?" he asked taking his phone and you shook your head. Pablo always gave you his password and there was no secrets between you two..he even said multiple times how annoying they are to him.

"And why do you think that is huh preciosa?" he said touching your cheek and you smiled knowing deep down it was because he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

"Come on..don't make me say it all princesa" he came closer which made you even more nervous so you blushed and stayed quiet.

"Because I'm crazy about you..only you amor" he whispered before your lips collided and you were at peace kissing your boy knowing he only belonged to you..and that you were the only one he wanted.

y.n.bebe

Happy picnic days ☺️ ☺️ tagged: pablogavi

comments:

influencer01: she just wants attention!

pablogavi: how can my girlfriend only want attention??

influencer01: WHAT!?

pablitogavifans: he's taken y'all!!

pabloy/nfan: the way he looks at her!!! 😍

pablogavi: how could I not when she's so gorgeous!

y.n.bebe: 😳 😘

pabloy/nfan: cutest couple!!

pablogavi: everything is special with you <3

y.n.bebe: <3

pedri: wait a second!!! did I skip a chapter!???

pablogavi: we need to catch up hermano 😂😂

pedri: for sure! but so happy for you hermano!

fcbarcelona: welcome to the family ❤️

y.n.bebe: ❤️

pablogavi

Only the first date and I can't wait for many more with you amor! ❤️

comments:

y.n.bebe: me too! love you so much mi chico orgulloso!!❤️❤️❤️

pablogavi: te amo sempre princesa mia!

aurorapaezg: 😍

belengavira79: ❤️❤️

pabloy/nfans: my heart is full now!! love you both!

pablitoogavira: she's so hot 😳

pablogavi:😏

gavigavifanss: he knows that hehe

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Soon Pablo's season is starting again, and he wanted tos pend every waking seconds with you finally able to love you the way he wanted for so long.

"What are we going to do today cariño??" you asked while you were cuddling with Pablo who slept over at your place and he moved slightly starting to kiss your neck.

"M.mm..we can't..my parents are home" you say pulling back a little and Pablo nodded although it was really hard to resist touching you when you were that close.

You've been officially dating for a month now and because you both lived with your families, it was impossible to find some privacy..if you know that I mean ;)

"Move in with me.." Pablo said and you had to ask him to repeat not sure if you heard him right. You knew he is finally getting his own place close tot he training camp and you were very happy for him.

"We know each other for so long..and we loved each other for just as long..I want you with me princesa..so just think about it okay?" he said playing with your hair and you looked at him already knowing the answer deep down in your heart.

"I want to live with you Pablo..I just hope my parents will be alright with it" you said knowing that you were old enough to make your own decisions but still wanting your parents blessing.

"Leave it to me..I'll charm them" Pablo giggled and you did as well knowing that wasn't going to be hard cause your parents know Pablo for so long and always secretly cheered for the two of you to get together.

When both your parents agreed, you and Pablo moved out together the next week and were finally able to be alone. When you come home one evening, the whole apartment was filled with candles and rose petals all over the floor leading to the bedroom.

"P..Pablo..this is so beautiful" you say when you came tot he bedroom seeing him standing there with a bouquet of fresh red roses.

"You don't deserve anything less..than perfection amor" he said putting flowers aside and pulling you in his arms while kissing your lips passionately. That night you were each other's whole world and you were never happier that he overheard that conversation you had with your friend...<3

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!! <33

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 26

Master list

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t take or copy it.

Warnings: fluff, Lots of feelings, smut

A/N: An ending I hope I did it Justice. This story will always be near to my heart. It was my first fiction. 💕 Thanks for coming along for the ride. I edited this quickly, so please overlook any errors.

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You woke up in Jensen’s arms as the alarm went off. You groaned and so did he. It made you giggle. “Come on baby. We’ve got a plane to catch” you nudged him. His eyes were closed but you saw a smile creep up on his face. “Mmm yes, our honeymoon.” “Yes, baby finally” you kissed him as you got out of bed.

You walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Turning back towards the room you saw Jensen leaning up on his arm watching you with a smile. “What” you giggled. “Nothing just admiring the view of my beautiful wife.” He smiled. You blushed and grabbed your clothes for the day.

Once in the shower you let the water run down your body and over your face. The wedding playing over in your putting a smile on your face. It was perfect and you were still in disbelief you and Jensen were married. You heard him come in the bathroom and you smiled knowing what was coming next. You saw his shadow standing outside the curtain. “You coming in or just gonna stand there all day” you asked seductively. “I’m coming in to see my hot wife” he opened the curtain and bit his bottom lip. “Damn you’re gorgeous”. You blushed and stepped to the side letting him in.

With the water cascading down and around you two you held on tightly and kissed with intense passion. You moaned into his mouth and he pulled you flush to his body. “Jensen we really should get ready. We don’t want to miss our flight” you moaned. He ran his fingers down your body and found your folds. Your breath hitched and you moaned. Jensen smiled on your lips. He started to rub circles on your swollen clit and inserted a finger into your folds. You moaned louder and Jensen took your hard nipple in his mouth sucking it and nibbling it. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. You gripped his shoulders digging your nails into his skin. Your breath hitched “Jens I’m gonna cum”. “Cum for me sweetheart. Cum

On my fingers” Jensen said. You came undone and he captured your lips with his.

You touched his hardened shaft and Jensen sucked in air. You pumped him a few times before bending over. Jensen grabbed your hip with one hand and lined himself up with the other. He pushed in with one thrust causing you to gasp. Your hands rested on the tile and his on your hips. With every thrust and grunt Jensen got closer to his release. His movements were focused and he grunted as he filled you up. The grip on your hips was tight. You knew it would bruise but you didn’t care.

When he softened he pulled out. The two of you cleaned up and got out of the shower. The two of you got dressed and carried your bags downstairs. Jensen made two coffees to go as you made sure you had everything for your trip. You were checking bags, checking rooms and making sure you had your plane tickets and IDs. “Jens, you have your wallet, right?” You asked from the living room. “Yep, got it in my pocket” he said.

You heard your phone go off with a notification. You smiled when you saw why. Jensen had posted a picture taken last night of the two of you dancing at the wedding. Jared must have taken it for him. The caption was beautiful “Just wanted to let everyone know I married the love of my life yesterday. It was a beautiful wedding and we were surrounded by family and friends. I can’t believe I finally get to call Y/N my wife. You made sure our wedding was perfect. I love you so much and I can’t wait for our honeymoon. 💜🩵🥰😘”

You smiled and walked in the kitchen putting your arms around him. “I love you baby” you kissed him. Your Uber arrived and Jensen loaded the car with your bags. You went through the house making sure doors were locked and set the alarm before you closed the door.

You climbed in the car with Jensen and he took your hand giving it a gently kiss. The ride to the airport was pretty quick and before you knew it you were on the plane. A few short hours later you landed in Hawaii. As soon as you stepped off the plane you felt like you were in a dream. Hawaii was more beautiful than you had imagined. Jensen planned the whole trip and you were so excited. You two took a cab to the resort. When you pulled up your eyes went wide. Jensen was watching you and smiled. “Oh my goodness Jensen, it’s absolutely breathtaking” you said. He looked at you and said “yes you are”. You blushed and kissed him. The two of you checked in and were escorted to your suite.

The suite was beautiful. A full kitchen and sitting area with a private pool and hot tub on the back deck. The bedroom featured a huge king sized bed and a private bathroom. Jensen carried your bags to the bedroom and you stood on the deck watching the waves. Jensen came up behind you and put his arms around you. You leaned into him and placed your head on his chest.

“Jensen, this is perfect. Thank you” you said. He kissed your cheek as he pulled you tight. “Come on. Let’s go to the beach” he said. He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom to change. Both of you changed into your bathing suits and walked hand in hand to the beach. There was a private cabana waiting for you and you smiled. “You really thought of everything didn’t you”. “Nothing but the best for you. I love you so much.” He said. “I love you too” you said.

The week went by too quickly and soon it was time to head home. You had one day between getting home and having to leave to go with Jensen to Toronto.

The two of you arrived home and you did the laundry. Jensen started packing for Toronto and gave you some pointers on what to take with you.

The post he made about your wedding went crazy and almost everyone was supportive. You’d learned to ignore the other comments. You were busy making sure all laundry was done when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and it was the District Attorney for your case against Ashley and Jacob. You answered the phone and walked towards where Jensen was. He saw you and stopped what he was doing. “Yes, this is Mrs Ackles. Yes, right I see. Okay. Do you need anything from me? Okay. Yes. Thank you for calling. You too. Bye” you hung up and Jensen stood waiting for you to talk to him.

He touched your arm “Sweetheart, is everything okay. Who was that?” “That was the District Attorney. The judge issued the sentence today for Ashley and Jacob. I forgot it was today.” You spoke through tears. “It’s okay baby. Take your time. Tell me whenever you’re ready” Jensen spoke softly. You took a deep breath trying to steady your nerves. “Ashley was given a sentence of 25 years for her charges. She’s eligible for parole in 15 years and Jacob was given a sentence of 45 years without the possibility of parole. It’s over Jensen. I’m finally safe.” You said as you let go of the breath you had been holding for months. Jensen threw his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “I love you so much and I’m so proud of you. None of this would have been possible without your strength to testify against them. You’re an amazing woman. I’m so proud to call you my wife.” Jensen kissed your lips and you melted into him. “I love you too Jensen. I’m thankful every day for you and your love. None of this would have been possible without our Chance Meeting.”

The End

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[venusxsturnio]

KNOCK ON WOOD

PAIRINGღ matt x equestrian!fem!reader

SUMMARYღ today is the big tournament. but what happens when y/n slips up, and forgets to knock on wood?

FROM VENUSღ hi guys! do y'all like my stuff fr? be honest. lmk what y'all think. ✿ btw this was a request. lowkey i don't even know how horse racing even works...so lmk if i got sumthin wrong, but remember my requests are always open! and remember i love criticism. :)

WARNINGSღ cussing...fluff...danger...injuries..

proofread!

5:26 am

i was awoken by the sound of my alarm going off. i reached over to my nightstand to grab my phone. i stopped the alarm as i got out of bed. i made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. oh shit- i almost forgot today was the tournament. how could i forget today was the biggest day of my entire career?

i rushed out of the bathroom to my room. i grabbed some sweats and a hoodie and threw them on. i went back in the bathroom to finish my routine before heading downstairs. i grabbed my purse, keys, and phone. i practically ran out of the house as i made my way to my car. i started the car and pulled out of the driveway. i propped my phone up in the phone holder and facetimed matt.

the phone rung once before i saw matts big smile in the camera. "Hey babe!" matt yelled. "Well someone's excited." i said playfully rolling my eyes. "Aren't you?" matt asked as a confused expression appeared on his face. "Yeah..." i dragged not wanting to finish that sentence. "Yeah...what?" matt said pushing the conversation. "I just don't want anything bad to ha-" i couldn't even finish my sentence before matt so rudely interrupted me.

"Y/N Y/L/N, take it back right now! Knock on wood!" matt screamed at me. "Take what back? You didn't even let me finish. And plus I don't have wood anywhere near me right now." i said trying to hold back a laugh, but failing badly. matt scolded me "Y/n I'm serious. If something bad happens to you I'll never forgive myself." matt exclaimed. "Ok. Fine I'll find some later." i said, my laughter dying down.

"Ok I'm pulling in. I'll see you when you get here ok?" i said gathering my things. "I'm already here." matt said calmy. my eyes widened at matts comment. "WHAT?! You're here already? It doesn't start till like...7." i said with a shocked expression spread across my face. "I'm your #1 supporter, of course I'm here early. And plus I wanted to get a good seat." matt said smiling from cheek to cheek. "I cannot believe they let you in. Anyways I'll see you later ok? I have to get ready." i said grabbing my phone as i stepped out of my car, locked it and started making my way towards the arena...

"Alright babe, see you later! You'll do AMAZING! I love you." matt said eagerly. "I love you too." i said as i hung up the phone and stuffed it in my purse. i made my way towards my dressing room. i unlocked it and entered. i froze in shock. a bouquet of roses, it had to be at least a hundred. i made my way towards the flowers, and picked up a card. 'From Matt' it read 'You'll do great! I love you so much! Even if you don't win, I'll always support you! :)' my eyes lit up as i read the message. this must be why he got here so early...i placed the note down on my vanity, as i went to my clothing rack and got into my uniform.

6:48 am

i finished getting ready as i made my way out to the stables. i went to the one with my name on it, as i approached my horse 'Lila' and petted her head. "Hey hun, how you doin?" i gave her a little kiss on the head, as she grunted. "I know right. Me too." i said responding to her grunt. "You ready?" i said unlocking her stable door, hooking on to her leash and leading her out of the stables.

we made our way to the arena doors. behind those doors were the other horses and their jockeys. and there were also fans, bettors, and the media. i looked at lila and took a deep breath. in and out. i reached for the handle and opened the door. as soon as we walked through all you heard was screaming and cheering.

me and lila took our place in our lane. i saddled myself onto her and straightened myself up. i looked around the crowd, as my eyes slowly approached matts. i gave him a big smile and waved. he returned the energy. i mouthed 'i love you', i guess he caught on, because he started blowing me kisses. i shook my head and chuckled a little.

soon the ref came on the loud speakers as he started to announce the race and racers. when he said mine and lilas name everyone cheered the loudest they every have. i smiled of embarrassment, but the good kind. the ref started the count down, and before i knew it we were off.

me and lila started off strong, we were in second place. i held on as tight as i could, until my foot slipped out of the buckle. i switched my view from my foot to the track as i tried to quickly place my foot back where it belonged. we were coming up on a sharp turn, and my body started to shift. i felt myself slipping. i tried my best to grip onto lilas reigns.

next thing i know, i'm rolling on the track. everything stopped. the noise. the horses. everyone. all i heard were silent whispers, and cameras flashing. my eyesight started to dim, my vision started to become blurry as i held my arm in pain. my legs found their way to my chest. before my vision fully went out. i could see a silhouette that somewhat looked like matt. then my vision turned black.

MATT POV

y/n was doing good. but then i noticed something wrong with her. her leg had slipped out of the buckle and she was struggling to put it back on. i stood from my seat and made my way down to the ref. i was trying to let him know what was going on, but then out of the corner of my eye, i saw y/n rolling off the track field. my eyes widened at the sight of y/n on the ground in pain.

i tried to run to her but the security quickly caught up to me. the grabbed my arms and were pulling me back. i punched one, and then the other. i ran from the stadiums, and onto the track field, up to y/n. "Oh my god! SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" i screamed. i felt tears forming in my eyes, as salty, warm streaks fell down my cheeks.

people started coming to us. and crowding us with questions. i picked up y/n bridal style and pushed our way through the large crowd. i ran from the arena and to the gates. luckily the ambulance was already here. i let the nurses carry her onto the gurney and hooked her up to a bunch of IV and needles.

i hopped in the truck with them. holding y/ns hands the whole ride to the hospital. we sped all the way to the hospital. once we made it there, we rushed inside, and ran to an emergency room. "She's got a bruised rib and arm." one nurse yelled out to another. "I need an IV stat. Get me a crash UCV cart. For emergencies." i couldn't believe this was happening.

9:08 am

i had my head down. resting on my arms as my hands held y/ns. i was just hoping that she would wake up. she can't leave me like this. i felt shuffling in the hospital bed. i picked up my head and looked at y/ns pale sweaty body.

Y/NS POV

"Matt?" i said trying to sit up, but immediately falling right back down, due to my injuries. i winced in pain. "No lay down. You're hurt." matt said sympathetically. "What the hell happened?" i asked my voice sounding hoarse. "Well you were racing. Good as hell I might add. But then I noticed that your foot slipped out. I went to tell the ref, but then you fell. I ran to help you and then the security stopped me. I punched the hell out of their asses. And then I picked you up, ran to the ambulance, and we came here. You had me worried as hell, Y/n" matt said rambling on about the incident. i loved when he did that. it meant that he cared.

"Well I'm fine now aren't I?" i said sarcastically. matt scoffed trying to hold back his laugh. i rolled my eyes playfully. i used the arm that wasn't broken, and lifted it up to his face. i caressed his cheeks softly. he leaned in on my forehead as he gave me and sweet, smooth kiss. matt retreated back from my forehead, and looked at me with love in his eyes. "I guess you should have knocked on wood."

FROM VENUSღ y'all. HOW WAS IT?!?! y'all see what i did there? at the end? matt being such a gentleman the whole story just fascinates me. don't forget requests/dm's are open :)

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[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 39]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

"Alright everyone, I know we're tired. Good work today but please shower before you fall asleep somewhere." Hongjoong said as the 8 shuffled out of the stuffy lift. They were already warm and sweaty, having to squeeze in the lift was sufferable.

"Yes, captain." The other 7 chimed tiredly.

"Hyung, you pressed the wrong floor." Jongho stopped the group, having noticed this was not their floor. Everyone was so tired and out of it that they didn't notice.

"Did I?" Yeosang scratched his head, looking around. Indeed, they were on a lower level, not where their dorm was.

"Is someone moving in?" San tilted his head curiously when he noticed the stack of boxes.

"I think I saw a moving truck downstairs." Seonghwa yawned. That was when the door to the new tenant's home beeped and the 8 boys straightened up, ready to greet their new neighbour.

"INDIGO?!"

"Oh! It's you guys. Hey." You were stunned by their sudden presence as well. Judging from the stack of flattened cardboard in your hand, it confirmed that you were the new tenant. Mingi tiredly came over and hugged you. You looked up at him with a soft smile,moving his sweaty fringe away from his eyes.

"Wait, you're moving into our building? Why didn't you say anything?" Hongjoong asked.

"Moved into the building. The lease at my old place was up and Eden thought it would be good for me to move in here so the company set up a place for me." You explained as Mingi still glued himself to you.

"You didn't say anything... We could have helped you move, baby." Mingi mumbled. The others nodded in agreement.

"I wanted to surprise you guys. But I guess you all surprised me first." You chuckled.

"Yeosang hyung pressed the wrong floor." Jongho said.

"Don't worry, I don't have much to move and Maddox got some friends to help me with my stuff." You patted Mingi's back assuringly. He nuzzled his cheek to the top of your head.

"Mangi ah, you're all gross from practice. You're dirtying poor Indigo." Wooyoung clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Oh, you all should go rest. It's late and I'm sure you're all tired. We'll catch up tomorrow." You said. Hongjoong nodded and wrapped an arm around you before ushering the boys up. But Mingi stayed by you, not letting you go.

"Better not be late tomorrow, Mingi ah." Seonghwa lectured. Mingi nodded and you shot the two oldest of the group an apologetic smile. They nodded with sighs of defeat.

"Come on." You led Mingi into the house. Once you closed the door, Mingi straightened up.

"Is it okay if I just shower here? I'll be out of your way after." Mingi said, looking at the boxes in the corner.

"Why must you leave?" You tilted your head as you held his hand.

"I don't want to interrupt your unpacking. You must be tired having done all this on your own." He cupped your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he looked at you.

"I'm not. I'd like you to stay if you want to. I brought all your clothes from the old place to this new house." You said, leaning into his hand. Mingi smiled softly, leaning down to capture your lips with his own. Your hands grasped the material of his shirt. Mingi could always make you swoon.

"Of course, I'll stay." He whispered. Placing a peck on your cheek, he went to the bathroom in your bedroom to shower.

"Your clothes and the towels are in the drawers already." You announced from the living room. You heard his footsteps shuffle around your bedroom.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Mings, have you eaten yet?" You pressed your ear against the door of the bathroom.

"Yes! We ate before coming home." He replied under the running water. You retreated to the kitchen to unpack. Like you said, you didn't have many things so the boxes were cleared quickly.

"Anything I can help with?" Mingi asked from the doorway of the bedroom. He was shirtless, drying his hair with his towel.

"I'm good. Just trying to unpack the necessities first. In case I need them tomorrow. Eden gave me the day off tomorrow to set up the studio. I need to soundproof the walls in there and figure out the wiring." You shrugged.

"I can help you with that." Mingi offered.

"It's alright, Mings. I don't want you to skip practice. Besides, if you're here, I'd much rather spend time with you." You laughed, turning back to the counter to set up the coffee machine.

"Me too." Mingi came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He peppered kisses along the side of your neck.

"We should head to bed." You turned around, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as he held your hips. He hummed, burying his face into your shoulder.

"I'm so happy you're near me now. I can see you a lot more." He mumbled.

"Don't get in trouble with Joong. He wouldn't like you always sneaking here." You giggled, patting the back of his head.

"He's just overly protective." He growled, annoyed by Hongjoong. You continued to laugh. Mingi suddenly lifted you up, making you yelp in surprised. You glared at him, he knows you didn't like it when he did that out of nowhere. But he didn't care, bringing you to your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed.

"I love you, baby." He hovered over you.

"I love you too, Mings." You hugged him to your chest, feeling the rush of emotions to the point where your head felt dizzy. Mingi was careful not to put his whole weight on you.

"Come here, I want to hold you." He turned the both of you sideways, protectively cradling you like always.

"Baby?" Mingi suddenly called. You let out a hum. His voice was different but you thought that it was because he was sleepy.

"I love you." He strained. You pulled away slightly, just enough to look at him. Mingi's hold on you was tight, he wouldn't have allowed you to move too far from him either.

"What's wrong, Mings?" Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, worry written all over your face. He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came up. You were patient as you waited for him to speak, nothing about you rushed him. Then a choked sob escaped.

"Mings..." You softed. Mingi hid his face in your chest, not wanting to let you see him cry. But you felt his tears against your shirt.

"I... I just... I..." He heaved, trying to form a sentence amidst his sobbing to no avail.

"It's alright. Shh, it's okay." You assured him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He shook his head. You continued to hush him and comfort him. Even if you didn't know why Mingi was crying, you didn't want him to apologise.

"It's okay, it's okay, Mings. I'm here." One of your hands was on the back of his head and another hand on his upper back to soothe him.

"I just... I don't know... why..."

"That's okay." Being separated from each other and working tirelessly with multiple practices and schedules must have just made Mingi overwhelmed. There wasn't even time to feel the exhaustion and stress of the upcoming comeback. And now, it was probably all crashing down on him now.

"I understand. Breathe." You encouraged patiently. Mingi matched your breathing, taking a large breath of air to fill his lungs. When he exhaled, it was shaky.

You continued to hold Mingi, even after his sobs had quietened and died down to sniffles. His sobs made you feel just as vulnerable, it broke your heart. You didn't want to let him go.

"That came out of nowhere... I couldn't control it." Mingi said.

"You don't have to explain yourself, it's okay. I get it. It's okay." You constantly assured him.

"Ah..." Mingi let out a frustrated sigh at himself, wiping his tears with his sleeve. Even if he was frustrated and embarrassed at what just happened, his hold on you never laxed.

"Please don't leave me. I need you to bring me back to earth." He whispered. You hummed softly, kissing the top of his head like how he always does with you. But everything hit Mingi like a ton of bricks, coupled with the exhaustion, he fell asleep in no time.

"I'll always protect you." You said softly, brushing his hair back. Closing your eyes, you caved into sleep.

When you woke up, you found yourself laying against Mingi's chest. You looked up and saw Mingi's face, illuminated by the screen of his phone. His other arm securely on your waist.

"Oh, good morning." Mingi noticed that you were awake and put his phone aside.

"Morning, Mings." You smiled sleepily.

"Did I wake you with the brightness?" He asked in concern. You shook your head with a giggle, burying your face against his pec. Moments like these were the best.

"Ugh, I think I need an ice pack." He groaned, rubbing his post-crying swollen eyes. You nodded and kissed his cheek, leaving the bed to get him a pack of frozen corn kernels. It was all you had at the moment. Grabbing a small towel, you wrapped it and gently laid it over his eyes as he laid there.

*DING DONG*

"I'll get it. Just lay here." You patted his hand and went to the front door. You were surprised to see Hongjoong there.

"Hey, Joong. What do you need? Mingi isn't late." You hurriedly checked the time. Mingi was only due at the studio at 11am and it was still 9am.

"No, Mingi isn't late for his schedule. Don't worry. Eden told me you might need help setting up your studio. I'm free for the morning so I decided to drop by." He shrugged.

"Oh, thanks. I just woke up. Let me... Put on some pants and wash up." You ran to the room, realising you were in Mingi's oversized shirt. When you turned to Mingi, he was still laying there with the ice pack over his eyes but his arms were crossed.

"I can feel your anger from here. What's wrong, Mings?" You chuckled as you retrieved a pair of sweats from the drawer.

"Firstly, why is he here? Secondly, how could you let another man see you without pants?" He huffed.

"He's here to help me set up my studio. And I didn't realise until a few seconds ago. Your shirt is big enough to cover me to my knees anyway." You sighed.

"Don't like it." He sounded like a child.

"Well, deal with it. You just rest here until your alarm rings and you need to go for your schedule." You instructed.

"No, I want to cuddle." He whined. You lifted the ice pack and kissed his forehead before going to the bathroom to wash up, knowing that Hongjoong was waiting for you.

"Sorry I don't have much food to make breakfast except eggs and toast if you don't mind having that. Or-." You added as you looked through the fridge for other food. Hongjoong's hand reached past you, grabbing two of yoghurt tubes. Of course he would be satisfied with eating just yoghurt.

"I'm good with these." He said, tearing into one to eat. You laughed, nodding your head as you fixed yourself some coffee.

"Is Mingi not awake?" He asked.

"He is but I told him to rest longer since he's tired." You informed. You weren't going to tell Hongjoong what happened last night, it would be rude of you to share that.

"The stuff we need for the studio are all inside. Just in the boxes." You walked into the room with your mug of coffee in hand.

"I can start sticking the foam on the walls while you work out your set up." Hongjoong suggested. Instead of waiting for his alarm like you told him to, Mingi came into the studio a few minutes after.

"Put on a shirt!" Hongjoong scolded.

"Tsk." Mingi clicked his tongue and disappeared before coming back with a shirt on. You were glad that his eyes weren't as noticeably swollen anymore.

"Should I call San or Yeosang down to help with the heavy lifting?" Hongjoong scratched his head, worried at the weight of everything. You nodded with a shrug, if they were free to help, they were more than welcomed to come.

"I'm going to make a coffee first." Mingi said. You nodded and tilted your head back as he leaned down to give you a peck.

"Ugh." Hongjoong threw a piece of foam at him.

"You don't have to be here, hyung." Mingi rolled his eyes. Hongjoong glared at him while the taller retreated out of the room. You heard the coffee machine go a few seconds later.

"Mingi ah, San and Yeosang are coming down!" Hongjoong yelled out, face looking at his phone screen.

"Sure!" Mingi yelled back. You continued to try and set up your desk, or at least the frame and the legs.

"Hey. Come in." You heard Mingi opening the door for Yeosang and San.

"Hi San and Yeosang. Thanks for coming to help out." You smiled, seeing the two strongest members stand there. They smiled back and waved, entering the room.

"I need to make this metal frame stand then move this glass top onto the supports here." You pointed. The two nodded and began to work immediately, following your instructions. They moved things for you and positioned all your heavier equipment like your monitors and speakers according to how you'd like it.

"Ah, let me do it, hyung." Mingi grabbed the foam piece from Hongjoong and reached over him to stick the pieces higher up.

"Psh, show off." Hongjoong scoffed. Then Mingi's alarm rang, signalling his time to go.

"I'll go change first." Mingi said and went out. After he changed, he waved for you come out. Mingi pulled you out and away from the gazes of the other 3 in the room.

"Finally, some privacy. I want a kiss before I go." He grinned as he planted a kiss on your lips.

"Have a great session." You smiled, leaning your weight against his.

"Thank you. Bye, baby." He stole another kiss, making you giggle. You walked Mingi to the door and couldn't help but give him a final hug. When you re-entered the studio, you felt all eyes on you.

"What?" You hissed.

"Nothing." San smiled innocently, turning back to helping you assemble the wall mount for your biggest monitor. Yeosang unboxed your other equipment with you, patiently moving them as you figured out the best layout.

"Atom here, MIDI here then I guess this is the only space left for my mixer. Maybe I'll put my keyboard on this side later instead of the left side." You thought out loud.

"It's okay, indigo. Take your time." Yeosang patted your shoulder with a laugh.

"I feel bad that you guys are doing most of the hard work." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

"You already made us feel bad for not helping you during your actual moving in day. This is the least we could do to ease the guilt that we feel." San pointed out. Hongjoong and Yeosang agreed.

"What's there to feel bad about? I told you, I didn't deliberately keep it a secret! I was going to surprise you guys today." You argued.

"Luckily my exhausted brain pressed the wrong floor button, right?" Yeosang fist pumped with a proud smile.

"Sure..." Hongjoong trailed off, turning back to the foam pieces. You burst out laughing but gave Yeosang a thumbs up to show your support. After everything was more or less set up, you went out to make some iced tea for the boys. You would have bought them a meal but they were all on different diets.

"Are you sure I can't buy you guys a meal?" You raised an eyebrow as they settled on the couch.

"No need, Indigo. We're all on different diets now for the comeback, it's too complicated to cater to everyone. This is fine." San shook the glass of iced tea in his hand.

"And we only moved some stuff around. So stop fussing and sit." Hongjoong waved at you. You sulked a little but complied.

"Have you unpacked everything yet?" Yeosang asked as he settled beside him.

"Most of my things. I unpacked the necessities but I still need to unpack Haneul's things. Honestly, I don't have that many possessions in the first place." You chuckled.

"Oh, we have to go. We have a gym session." San and Yeosang got up. You hugged them gratefully and walked them to the door.

"Thanks again for stopping by the help." You waved.

"Anytime." They smiled before taking their leave. You closed the door and sunk into the couch next to Hongjoong. A soft sigh escaped you as you laid your head against his shoulder. He used his other hand to reach over and pat your head.

"Do you miss your other home?" He asked.

"No... It's just a house. A place for me to sleep, eat and work. That's it." You replied. Hongjoong let out a short hum while you realised how pathetic your reply was and sat up.

"Sorry. It's... I've never had any sentimental attachment to the idea of a house or home. My parents were never around or too busy so I used to hate the idea of going home. I snuck out whenever I could."

"It's okay, Indigo. I understand. You don't have to explain." He smiled softly. You sat back down.

Hongjoong couldn't see your face since you were leaning against him. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it. A part of you was hesitant.

Hesitant to openly admit that Ateez was the closest thing to a home that you had now. However, this wasn't forever. Your paths could split in the future. Yes, you would remain friends but you wouldn't be here forever. They would go on to do and achieve bigger things. While you would continue on your own path.

BEEP BEEP

"Sorry. Let me go get that." You went to the bedroom to grab your phone. Standing by your nightstand, you saw that you had received a new message from your old landlord.

You had not seen her after the inspection with her yesterday. The house was left in good condition so your deposit was returned to you.

'Ms (y/l/n), what time did you leave yesterday? - Mrs Park (Old landlord)'

'Hi, Mrs Park. I packed up and left at 3pm like we agreed yesterday. I have not step foot into the place after we did the inspection and the deposit was returned. - (y/n)'

'Is something to matter? - (y/n)'

'Something happened to the house. I will be getting the police involved. - Mrs Park (Old landlord)'

*Attachment: 1 image'

You opened a picture and let out a gasp. The house was trashed, it looked like a tornado had passed through. The furniture left had been overturned and ripped the shreds. All the walls were splashed with red paint. On one wall, you saw words written there in red.

'I warned you.'

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[samieree]

Peace, Wound, Scar. Again. || SW: The Acolyte

Qimir (The Stranger) x OC

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Chapter VIII ''Consequences''

She was looking for peace, but it only lasted a few moments.

She didn't know what planet she was on, but she could be sure that she was experiencing some kind of vision. She couldn't tell what planet it was, but it didn't seem particularly friendly. The sun was covered by clouds, it looked like a downpour was approaching, something she really didn't want to experience. She stood in the middle of a paved road and didn't know what to do. She crossed to one side and stepped off the road onto the muddy verge, and then onto the grass.

Maybe a kilometer away was the edge of a escarpment, and below it were huge ocean waves, the sight of which almost made her knees buckle. She didn't go any closer, especially since the wind was blowing hard in her face and she had to squint. She returned to the street. Houses lined the street. It was daytime, but despite that there was no one here, maybe everyone was at their job? Or maybe this was some strange dream, and that's why it was so empty.

She still wouldn't know what to do with herself if it weren't for a woman's scream coming from one of the houses. She immediately ran there. The door was wide open, so she went inside, looking around for the person who was screaming.

The house wasn't big or in very good condition. Downstairs it consisted of a hallway, two rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. Upstairs there could be at most a low attic. All the walls needed repainting, because they were already dirty or with peeling paint. Elyssa immediately ran to the smaller of the rooms, because that's where the noise was coming from. She stopped, grabbing the doorframe when she saw two familiar faces.

In the back of the room, a woman was sitting on the bed, hugging what looked like a two-year-old child. Both the child and the woman were crying, she must have heard her scream from the street. In front of her stood a man, a little older than her. He looked like he was defending her and the child from people she knew all too well.

"She'll have a better life than here, she'll become a Jedi." Lys entered the room to get a better look at the situation. Sol said it. He reached out his hand towards the child, but the man reacted quickly and hit it.

"We already told your friends when they were here that we won't give up our child." the stranger growled.

Sol - who looked younger here - looked to the side at the person who accompanied him, Vernestra. Lys took a few more steps to the side to get a better look at her former Master. She looked conflicted, unsure of what to do. What the man had said suggested that there had been some Jedi in this house before, probably those who had found a Force-sensitive child and done a test, but the parents had said they won't give up the child and the matter should be over... After all, they had the right to do so. So why were Sol and Vernestra here now?

It had to be the past, but why was she suddenly seeing it? Was this... her history...? No...

"The Jedi Order has been training successive generations of Jedi for thousands of years." Vernestra said and tried to approach the woman with the child. It seemed that she was still unsure of what she was doing, but at the same time as if she wanted to tell Sol to 'just get it over with'.

"But you have no right to take children away from their parents by force." the stranger replied, blocking the Jedi Master's path and trying to push her away at arm's length.

"She's our only child. We may not be the wealthiest, but we're doing fine! You can take everything from us, but not her! We wanted a child so much!" the woman added, trying to fight back tears and calm her daughter at the same time.

"What kind of child is born with a scar across half of their face?" Lys' former Master replied, continuing to struggle with the stranger.

My... father?

This... Is it me? Am I that child? They lied to me? I didn't get this scar, but I was born with it? But... Why? Why wouldn't they tell me the truth, why did they hide it from me? Why... Why I have it?

Lots of questions, but no answers, so Lys continued to watch the scene that was unfolding before her.

"Ours!"

"Move!"

"Vernestra!" their argument was interrupted by Sol's shout, indicating that Lys' father was trying to reach for Vern's weapon.

Everything happened very quickly. The man tried to reach for the lightsaber on the Master's belt. She couldn't allow that, so she quickly grabbed it herself. Unfortunately, a bit too late, because the man managed to grab the hilt. They struggled briefly, until a purple blade shot out of the saber and pierced the man's stomach, before Vernestra could move away or deactivate it.

Lys wanted to react somehow, but everything happened before she could run to the struggling pair. Would she even be able to do anything, since in the vision no one was noticing her, because all of this had already happened? She only saw him grab the hilt of the sword, and it being turned on.

For a moment, everyone was in shock. Almost everyone, because Vernestra managed to quickly shake it off - or at least that's what it looked like - and ran to the woman still sitting on the bed, and snatched the child from her arms.

Lys was no longer listening to what the Jedi were saying to each other, the words seemed to fly through her ears, but without understanding. She stood and watched as the woman - most likely her mother - struggled, not knowing what to do. She wanted to save her child, but the Jedi were already gone. She wanted to save her beloved, but he was already dead.

Finally, she sank to the floor next to him and placed her shaking hands on his shoulders, not stopping the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. She was mumbling something through her tears, but so indistinctly that it was impossible to understand her. And it would be hard anyway, because Lys could hear as if she were underwater. She stopped feeling her legs and the rest of her body, only heavy breathing and tears streaming down her face, but not before she felt their salty taste in her mouth.

She wanted to retreat, to leave this terrible place, to forget what she had seen, but as soon as she took a step back her legs buckled under her - or the ground caved in? She wasn't sure. Her breath caught in her throat as she desperately tried to grab onto something. One of her hands hit a rock, and the other immediately joined it.

She didn't want to look down, but she couldn't find any footing under her feet, so she had to. Below her was only a huge abyss, and at its end powerful waves crashing against the stones.

In a way, she felt like she was in her nightmare, when she couldn't reach the shore, which was so damn close. Now she couldn't pull herself up, her hands didn't seem to want to cooperate with her, and her tears - instead of regular water - were choking her. She really didn't want to fall, even though she knew that none of this was real, she was terrified of the pain of falling, of contact with water, of what awaited her there. She forced herself to pull her still slightly limp legs up and found support higher up, so she pulled herself up to her waist. Although her legs were still dangling over the edge, she felt a little safer - if she could even talk about any positive emotions at this point - when at least the upper part of her body was on the ground.

One of her hands clenched on a stone, the other on the grass - she also rested her forehead on it, trying to understand what she had just seen and what emotions were tearing her up. It was night, but still quite warm, and she remained in her position, allowing herself to cry.

After a few minutes, she raised her head and intended to pull herself up to the end, but then she noticed the woman, her mother. She walked forward with an absent look, stopping only at the very edge of the precipice, right next to the place where Lys was lying.

Her voice caught in her throat, she was unable to say anything, even though she really wanted to.

She had to get up first, stand on her feet and feel the ground beneath them, then it would definitely be better. She wanted to pull herself up, but then the woman suddenly leaned forward and began to fall.

A scream tore itself from Lys' throat, followed immediately by another, when she felt the ground begin to collapse beneath her and there was nothing to grab onto. With a scream she also began to fall towards the waves that seemed to be waiting to swallow her.

Suddenly everything stopped.

She was no longer there, but back in the cave, but all the scenes she had experienced were still flashing through her mind, and her heart was squeezed by emotions.

The mask hit the floor. Qimir was kneeling in front of her and holding her hands, but she could still feel them shaking. If it weren't for the fact that she was trying to control her breathing so as not to choke on air - or on the tears that were constantly streaming down her cheeks - she would have noticed the worry on his face.

So many thoughts per second, she still couldn't put them in order... Is this her past? Her parents... They didn't want to give her up. They loved her, loved her so much that they were ready to die for her. She felt stupid that she almost never spent time thinking about them. She asked herself why everything had turned out this way and not another, but she didn't pursue the subject in any way, and in the meantime...

The two people she trusted so much turned out to be the most unworthy of that. So many years. So many long years and no one told her anything. They didn't admit to what had happened. They didn't think she deserved to know the truth. They preferred to lie to her. It doesn't matter that she didn't ask. How could they look her in the eye? Had they forgotten how they had taken her from her parents illegally, by force? How Vernestra had killed her father?

No, she was definitely tormented by remorse, that must have been the reason she took her as her Padawan. She wanted to redeem herself somehow, but she had completely failed her. "You can trust me, as I trust you."

Lies. All lies.

Did anyone else know? If so, who? Does anyone know what happened to her mother? That she killed herself out of despair?

Is that why she had nightmares? Is that why she dreamed about drowning? Is that why she was so afraid of water?

"Lys, look at me." She felt one hand squeeze both of hers, and the other land on her face and gently wipe away the tears that were slowly stopping. Finally, her gaze stopped being empty, staring into nothingness, she moved it to him.

He asked her to do this because he was afraid that she still hadn't woken up from... whatever it was.

He had no idea that something like this would happen. If that were the case, he wouldn't have suggested that she put on a mask. He would never want to see her like this, tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking, terrified.

He would like to be able to offer her comfort, whatever she needed, a hug? He would immediately pull her to his chest, gently run his fingers through her hair, stroke her head. He would sit with her like that for as long as she needed, even a whole day. But he sincerely doubted that she would take such a gesture from him well.

"What did you see?" he asked gently, stroking the backs of her hands with his thumbs in a soothing gesture.

However, she abruptly ripped her hands from his gentle embrace and wrapped her arms around herself, not even answering his question.

She was holding back her emotions again. How much can you bear before you suddenly snap?

On the one hand, she didn't look like she should be left alone, but if she wasn't going to talk, maybe it would be best for her after all? He wasn't sure. He had one more thing to do himself, which in theory he shouldn't delay, but...

"Where are you going?" she asked, when Qimir stood up and started to walk away, but stopped at the sound of her voice. After a moment, a quite plausible answer came to her mind, so she added: "You still want to kill Mae."

He slowly turned around, looking her over. She still didn't look her best. She didn't want to tell him what she had seen, but it must have been awful for her and she should calm down, rest, before they fly anywhere.

"It will be better for you to stay here." he said finally, intending to leave without further discussion, but Lys stopped him again.

"And where do you intend to fly?" she asked, rising from her chair. "It will take you a long time to find her, you don't know where she is."

She paused for a long moment here. She didn't want Mae to get hurt, but at the same time, because of the inexplicable bond she felt with her, she could tell where she was and where she was probably going. And she was sure she wasn't alone, most likely with Sol. She had to confront him about what she had just learned.

Was all of this true? Would he deny it? Or maybe he would try to explain it somehow, as if the Order had done nothing wrong? She had to hear what he had to say to her on this subject. And Vernestra... She wasn't sure if he would be able to look at her in even the slightest part the same way as before.

"But I do." she finished.

He was absolutely not happy that she was right. He needed her, no matter how much he would prefer that she gives herself time to process everything she had seen. He couldn't stop her by force, even if he wanted to - especially since he had already given her the option to leave whenever she wanted.

"So we're going together."

He still wondered one thing: Why did she want to go with him to find Mae? It had to be something more behind it. He was afraid to find out how deep she just have been hurt and angry that she wouldn't let him comfort her.

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GITJ Post 333: A Saturday at Melissa's, p8 (6pm, Lakshmi)

“Hi there,” I said, watching his eyes go wide and his mouth drop seeing me, standing there in Melissa’s downstairs bathroom, my leggings pulled down past my bottom. Instead of screaming and panicking like I would have done just three months ago if a boy walked in on me changing, I just stood there. I was calm, and I let him look at me. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I was proud of my body, and how it was changing, what it was becoming.

“Oh my god I’m s-sorry!” he blurted, but I stopped him with a word as he moved to close the door again.

“No, stop,” I said, and immediately he did. He froze in his tracks for me. “It is okay, I am just changing.” I stood there longer, I did not move. His eyes went back to my behind, I watched him, and I smiled. “You can stay and watch if you want.”

“y-yeah no…I was just trying to…but I don’t have a suit…” The poor thing sounded confused and lost. He obviously needed someone to help him again, but even after what we had done together this week, he was still shy.

“You were trying to find a place to change, too?” I asked patiently. He nodded, and I knew I should not laugh. I could barely believe that this was Dr. J, my boss for these past years, and this was me. And it had come to be like this. He was like a little boy who just walked in on his mommy’s friend in the bathroom. He looked so embarrassed. “Why don’t you go find the other ladies, they are in the pool. They can help.”

He looked at me - not my bum, haha, but in my eyes in the mirror this time - and left. He had listened to me. Good boy. 

We were going swimming! Like many of the others, I had not known this house had an indoor pool and did not come prepared. But after a few glasses of afternoon wine from the cellar we figured it would be fun! With Dr. J, now awake and fed I had the chance to pick out an old swimsuit of Melissa’s from the stash we had found in storage, in the basement. Her mom had kept bins of them from Melissa’s teen years. I chose a pretty blue one-piece that looked like it might fit around my bust (now that I am so much bigger up there than I was haha) but oh my goodness the buttttt….

…

“C’mon in Lakshmi we’re teaching him to swim..!”

It was so nice, Melissa’s mother’s house. I mean, my family’s home was nice too, my father had made good money since coming to the United States. But it was not like this, not this big, not this modern and elegant. And we certainly did not have an indoor pool! Melissa’s mother must be very wealthy and successful to afford this house, much more so than my father. She kept everything perfect and beautiful, and this pool area was not an exception. It was a large, glassed-in enclosure, with plants and furniture and nice lighting. A big rock formation took up one part of one wall, bringing an earthy, natural vibe to the whole environment . It was warm, even in November, and above the chlorine I could sense the girls had already filled it with our perfumes. Melissa hadn’t arrived yet - she said she would be coming with Shanette when they were done shopping - but there were many of us here already, both on the pool deck relaxing, sitting on the pool’s edge, and in the water itself. 

I smiled in greeting at the group drinking wine in the lounge chairs as I made my way into the big indoor pool room. I caught myself laughing, seeing it. Some girls were on the pool deck, relaxing, but Josie, Randi and the two desk girls Bobbi and Brittni had Dr. J in the pool, in the deeper end. They were…giving him swimming lessons? 

“He says he used to be able to swim?” Brittni said. She was wearing a brief yellow bikini. “But look-“

I took my first step into the pool and watched as Brittni, who had been holding Dr. J under the armpits, pushed him away from her. She was in water shallow enough for her to stand, but apparently too deep for Dr. J. He had become smaller, recently, the poor thing, while Brittni and Bobbi were each probably 5’8” at this point., just like me. We all watched as he started to flounder, beating awkwardly at the water with his hands and arms. I felt my own heart flutter in a protective reflex, and took another two quick steps down the pool stairs, but he was quickly rescued by Bobbi, who took him underneath the arms again. Her bikini matched her friend’s; the two looked nearly like twins, and their hair looked darker than I remembered.

“Tell Lakshmi what you told us,” called Randi, who was treading water in the deepest area of the pool. Her smile was really big, really white. She looked to be wearing a black bikini, big breasts buoyant. 

Now secure in Bobbi’s arms, Dr. J looked sheepishly over at me as I slowly waded into the water. “Y-yeah I used to be able to, but now I can’t…” he said, his voice so delightfully reticent, like an embarrassed little boy.

“Yeah he’s lost the ability to swim,” Randi purred, in her smoky voice. 

Coos and clucks greeted that, coming from all over the big warm room. “That’s sooo adorable, isn’t it?” burst Aubrey, who was sitting on the pool’s edge, quiet to this point. Her long legs kicked lazily into the water, and a black one-piece clung to her surprisingly dramatic, elegant curves. She looked at Dr. J with a warm, protective gaze that made me feel a nice attachment to her. In response, Dr. J had hid his face, tucking his chin to his chest.

Oooo!

Was he giving us the impression that he was a weak, vulnerable man on purpose? Did he want to look like someone who needed the protection of women? The way he clung to Bobbi’s arms, a young bosomy girl who held him out of the water for his safety, certainly made it seem that way. Maybe it was our perfumes that were doing this to him, or maybe he wanted us to pamper and parent him like a crowd of swimsuit aunties. Because if that was what he was trying to get us to do…he was doing a pretty good job of it!

“Let’s see him try again, He’s so cute when he struggles,” <video link, sound on!> Katie said, leaning over the pool in her blue bikini. I watched his eyes go up to her, from down below in the pool. He looked stunned, and I could not blame him. She is so pretty, with her blonde hair and makeup perfect even on a casual night like this. All the girls, in fact, looked amazing. I could not believe these were my friends. “Go ahead, sweetie, try to swim,” she urged, “you’re going to do great.”

I watched, we all watched, as Bobbi held him, and then talked gently in his ear, readying him to try to paddle across the pool again. Brittni held her arms out, expectant. “Come on, little guy, come on…” she cooed, “Come to Brittni.”

Another chorus of ‘awwwwwws..!’ came from the group of us as he tried the best he could to doggie-paddle his way to the curvy dark-haired girl. He panted and struggled, and after Brittini took a step or two closer, he finally reached her. We all cheered.

“Yayyyy..!” 

“So good, sweetie!”

“Oh my gosh you’re swimming!”

“Maybe we should get him some floaties,” drawled Amelia, who was inspecting her nails at the pool’s edge, seated on a lounger. 

Everyone watched, and chatted, and talked and drank wine and I joined in on the lesson, helping him when he needed to stay afloat. From time to time he would cling to me. His little muscles would tire from all the exercise, and I held him so he could have a rest. His skin felt so good against mine and I could feel his ribs press against my breasts. I made sure to talk gently to him, as I could tell he was still embarrassed. At one point I let him go, to hold onto the wall in the shallow end so I could take a glass of wine from Katie, who offered me one from across the pool.

“That suit look sooo nice on you, Kiki,” Josie complimented me...

”The color is really pretty? That nice blue?” said Bobbi.

”Don’t you think so Dr J?” asked Brittni. 

I could feel his eyes on my bottom as I was reaching for the wine glass. My butt had gotten so big that I knew it must be bursting out the behind. Melissa had been a curvy teen, I am sure, but my butt was obviously way bigger than hers when she fit into this suit! Dr. J was having a hard time looking away from me, but soon his attention was torn elsewhere. Looking up, I saw that Katarina was at the glass door which led from the main living area's great room into the pool. Someone had maybe locked it and she was knocking, and pressing her big boobs into the glass, trying to get in. A big smile was on her face, and her breasts looked enormous in a bikini of midnight blue, pancake-squashed up against the slider. “Let me in..!” she called, voice muffled by the glass. She then planted a big kiss on the floor-to-frame pane.

“Haha okay okay hold on you impatient Polish milf!” said Randi as Katarina pulled away a bit, leaving a huge pucker lipstick mark where her kiss had been, “Those milkers might just bust right through!” Randi had moved to unlock the door and finally Katarina stepped back, to allow it to slide open. Two big, moist mammary-marks remained for a moment, before slowly fading.

“Oh my god Katarina look at you!” Josie laughed, as she stared at the blonde’s overly ample chest.The tall, Eastern European woman stepped into the pool area, sliding the door closed behind her.

“Sorry, I had call husband, at home,” Katarina said, apologizing for having stepped away, “He nervous with babies.”  She was thin, but as a new, nursing mother her breasts were humongous and she knew it “Yes Josephine, I pump earlier. I fill all bottles I bring. But look, so swollen again! It like they know someone hungry.”

I could not help but look over at Dr. J who, from the side of the pool, starred up in awe at Katarina. The poor thing. We all know how he is, and being surrounded by a bevy of us like this must be so hard on him. Everywhere he turned there was something or someone curvy. His employees, his assistants, his secretaries and helpers, here in weekend mode, relaxed and casual and all in swimsuits must have been quite the test. 

Brittni and Bobbi, in fact, looking like twin sisters in their matching bikinis, were moving back across the pool to him. It was cute, watching his eyes bulge, and then them squish him between themselves…

Maybe it was all the wine, or something in the air, but the girls (myself included haha!) were all being so affectionate with him. And the best thing? He was letting us! It was like he had given in, relaxed, and just let himself enjoy the attention. There was no sense of jealousy among us, there was no thought that we were doing something we shouldn’t. Melissa loved us, she loved him, we all loved one another. There was a new feeling of family that had grown strong and warm. I watched him smile awkwardly, sandwiched between the B-girls, and felt my heart open tenderly. He is ours to protect and care for, I could feel it, and we could do such a good job!

The girls played with him in the water some more, giggling, and Josie and I sat together in the hot tub and poured each other wine. Josie was making fun of how frizzy my hair got, around the pool -

- so mean haha! After some time there was a buzz in the air - an actual buzz! - and we could tell Melissa was soon to arrive. We all became giddy and when she appeared in the doorway, the glass sliding open, many of us gasped

She was so beautiful.

“Oh good, Mommy’s home!” Josie sang. 

She stepped in, casual as can be somehow, even as all eyes were drawn magnetically to her. Looking tall, taller than I ever remember seeing her from my seat in the tub, she was absolutely the queen in this castle. If all the girls looked pretty in their swimsuits, Melissa was no less than a bikini goddess built of pure curves that boggled minds. She strode in wearing ribbed swim top of navy blue with a thin, white towel around her womanly hips, ready to swim. Her legs were long, shapely and muscular, her waist and abdominals trimly and impossibly fit.

“Jesus Missy, look at you,” Amelia said, uncharacteristically stunned. Melissa’s curves, her musculature, her long limbs and perfect skin seemed to call to mind something more than human. 

“Wow Miss,” Katie said, echoed by Randi. Others - Aubrey, Katarina, the B-girls and myself - were speechless. How could a human be so perfect? 

Melissa smiled and her eyes sparkled in the dim light, but that was all the acknowledgment she gave us. She seemed focused on one thing. “How’s my baby?” she spoke, eyes on Dr. J where he was held up in the far end of the pool by Brittni and Bobbi. As Melissa slowly stepped in, towards the pool steps, her gaze was fixed the whole time. 

“We measured him today,” Josie called out from beside me, “he’s lost a couple more inches.”

We watched as, casually, Melissa loosened the towel and let it drop from her hips to the floor, just before the steps. Some of us gasped again as now she was fully on display, with brief bikini bottoms baring bountiful hips. From our angle in the hot tub, Josie and I had a view of her bottom, which was huge and magnificent. 

“Is that right, sweetie?” Melissa asked him, as her first toes entered the water, “You got measured?”

“Yeah puppy tell her how tall you are now,” Randi spoke, as she walked over towards us, approaching the hot tub. ‘Puppy’? That was a new term. I liked it!

Eyes in the room were now on Dr. J, still held up between the B-girls, their big breasts squashed into either side of him. His jaw was ajar, and his eyes glazed. 

“C’mon spill it,” Amelia groaned, feigning her typical disinterest but brilliant blue eyes full of intelligence. We all felt it, how primal this moment was. “Tell us all your height., we forget. And Missy needs to know.”

Melissa started to wade into the pool taking one step and then another as she slowly walked towards him. Her eyes were gleaming now and still locked on his, keeping his gaze with her crooked smile. But she didn’t say a word, letting us urge him to speak. 

“Tell her, Dr. J,” Aubrey teased. 

“Yeah sweetie it’s okay,” I heard myself say.

“I’m 4'10”,” he blurted, voice cracking adorably but carrying enough for Melissa to hear. Her smile widened as we all sighed, and then deepened as she began to close the distance between them. The water parted for her, making way as her large body pushed waves to ripple across the pool’s surface. Three-plus feet of water came barely up to her bottom, but every step she took brought her deeper. 

Just then, aside me, Josie spoke up.  “ooooooo and chocolate mommy too!”

“‘Chocolate Mommy?’” said Shanette, who had just stepped into the room, “for real?” Greetings were called out, and Shanette slid the door closed behind herself, sealing us all in once again. She, too, was in a swimsuit, and had breasts that rivaled Katarina’s in size. She said hellos, smiling at us each as she set a new bottle of wine down on a poolside table. Then she looked at Dr. J, still in the B-girls’ arms. The platinum blonde Katie had drifted alongside them. “So it looks like someone here has a little harem, doesn’t he?” Shanette asked. 

That brought a titter of giggles from the girls in the pool, hands brushing his thin chest. 

“A harem, hm?” Melissa purred, one brow cocked as she still approached the little group in the deeper water, closing the distance slowly, “Who else is coming?”

“Oh, a few more people, I forget,” Josie answered, “We invited most everyone.”

“Angie? Cici?” someone asked.

“Does they even still work here?” Randi posited. It was an honest question; no one could remember seeing them, recently though in fact neither had missed a day of work,, “Who’s Cici again?” Some had even forgotten their names.

“Well, you have lots of girls tonight,” Melissa concluded, “What a lucky little man.” She sounded amused, tolerant, advancing on them. From behind her I watched as she took a moment to gather up her thick dark hair, pinning it up. I admired the musculature of her back and shoulders. “Well, that’s nice honey, I’m glad all my friends are here,” she said, having come close enough to reach out to him, “but Wifey’s home now.”

The girls all giggled again. 

”Come here,” she purred, a deep satisfaction in her voice as the B-girls gently let him go, as Melissa’s hands reached under his thin arms and took him from their curvy bodies, “Mommy wants to say hello to daddy.”

We all, fixated, cooed and clucked our approval, watching Melissa bring him to herself, as the girls stepped back. She tucked him onto her side, settling him on her left hip, smiling tenderly. He found his legs curled around her waist underwater, his arms thrown about her long, graceful neck above. Their gazes were locked into each other, and the moment was so romantic! She started to slowly walk him around the pool.

“Oh, Missy, this is so adorable,” someone said. 

It gave all of us a deep satisfaction to see them together, like all was right again in the world. Something in the air -  not just the warm water - heated our blood, brought pleasure to us. His erection pushed into her side; it was like we could all feel it. 

“Mmmm what are you wearing, honey?” we heard her purr. Her eyes were heavy lidded, enjoying the moment herself. 

“I, uh, didn’t have a suit…” he answered sheepishly. 

“We let him swim in his boxers,” Aubrey offered. 

“Yeah he was too shy to go naked,” Randi said. 

“Oh we can fix that,” Melissa smiled, and then pressed her lips firmly against his own.

We saw as the surprise almost caused him to recoil but Melissa’s lips seemed to draw him in. They engulfed his mouth and took hold of his face. She was in charge of their kissing, it was easy to see, and he passively allowed her to swallow him down into it. He looked blissful, held and kissed by his lover, and it made my thighs shiver imagining what they both must be feeling. He didn’t even notice as they lazily walked to the shallows, up the stairs and then back down into the attached hot tub, to be bathed in the warmth of it with Josie and me. We cooed to them in greeting but he seemed unaware that we were even there, so consumed by her kiss he was. All he knew was that when her lips released him he had no strength left and could only let Melissa support him as she now sat on the cement bench which circled the inside of the tub. She settled his smaller body on her lap, supporting him with her strong arms.The feeling of his body relaxing on her own was obviously both soothing and exciting for them both. 

Melissa released him from her kiss, and looked deep down into his fluttering eyes. I realized that none of us had said anything for quite some time.

Shanette was first to speak; she was standing on the steps of the main pool, behind Melissa. “What did we talk about, Missy?” she asked,

At that, as if reminded of something, Melissa giggled and, with one hand still supporting his back, lowered the straps of her bikini partway down her shoulders. Dr. J’s eyes immediately went to her chest and she, gathering her shoulders, bulged her enormous breasts together, causing them to balloon upwards and him to moan. They were right in front of his face, and looked big enough to swallow his head. 

“That’s right, go to mama,” I heard Shanette whisper.

“oh my god…” he breathed, despite himself. 

“That’s right, she’s so big, isn’t she Dr. J?” Randi purred, walking towards us on the deck.

Dr. J moaned again. 

“Weekend daddy is so much more fun than work daddy,” Josie giggled, turning a bit towards the couple, from their right. I sat across the tub, just watching as Dr. J’s eyes drifted to Josie. She wore a black string bikini, tied around her neck, and looked really pretty. 

“He is more fun,” Randi said, as she slid into the tub with us, behind Dr. J and to Melissa’s left, “Maybe we shouldn’t let him go to work anymore.”

“Ooo yeah!” Josie squealed. 

That brought a giggle from Melissa. “Would you like that?” she asked him, bouncing him a little in her lap with her large, muscular thighs, “If I kept you here as a stay-at-home husband?” Was she joking? Or was she serious? Haha oh my god!

“Yeah he could cook and clean for you,” Randi offered. 

“I’d pay to see him in an apron,” said Amelia, who had stood, strolled our way with her wine.

“Oh no no no…” Melissa laughed, jostling him again on her lap, “I’d do all that. That’s Wifey’s job. This house is too big for daddy.” She knew where his eyes were fixed, staring at her breasts as they jiggled in her navy blue bikini top. “And we can’t have him all tired when mommy gets home…”

”Yeah mommy has needs!” Josie giggled. 

I watched Melissa’s hand reach down between his legs. 

“Oh I do, I do…” she agreed, groaning, as if overcome by the feel of him in her grip, “Omigosh, you have no idea.” She smiled as we all watched as his whole body stiffened, for a moment, feeling her big hand take hold of him underwater.

“You’re so hard for her aren’t you, baby?” Shanette purred, from where she stood nearby in the main pool by the steps. The shallows were part way up her brown thighs. 

“Oh he is,” Melissa returned, smiling, watching his face. “Josie, Randi, Ki…is it okay if I…take care of him? Under the water?” she asked, “You guys can step out if it’s-“

“No, please go ahead!” Josie blurted, as Randi just chuckled. 

“yes oh my,” I agreed, nearly speechless, my eyes feeling as wide as Josie’s. Melissa was going to do it here, right now, in the hot tub with the warm water and all of us in it? Oh my god I felt my mouth dry up, my thighs tingle again like I wanted it in me.

Dr J had made some weak complaint, but Melissa’s hand was already in his boxers gripping him, pulling him free. My heart was racing, watching this as best I could; I could only see a hint of what was going on beneath the froth of the roiling water, shadows and shapes of his huge erection in her fist. He was embarrassed, we could all tell, exposed in front of us like this, but he was also already consumed by pleasure.

”shhhhh you need this…it’s okay,” Melissa was urging him, “Just relax.”

“Yeah, relax Daddy, you need this,” Josie purred, as both she and I drifted in closer, “Mommy’s taking care of you.” Aubrey had also become bold enough to slip into the tub with us, while Shanette stayed in the main pool, still turned towards us watching.

“It’s like girl soup in there, hm?” Amelia commented, sitting down on the hot tub’s edge, “I’ll put my feet in…”

“Girl soup!” Josie giggled, making me laugh too. Aubrey bobbed up and down, rolling waves through the water.

“Mmmm yum yum, right Jay?” Melissa purred, “But I think it needs one more ingredient…” At that, underwater, Melissa’s hand tugged at something and in an instant she held a torn, sodden pair of boxers above the water. She showed them to him, dripping, before dropping them into the water. They floated around the frothy surface of the hot tub, dancing with the bubbles, as her hand sunk back down between his legs.

”Oooo…” Josie giggled, “boxers and boy-juice…”

”Yeah make him come,” Aubrey then bluntly added, her eyes wide and fixed as she still bounced up and down, up and down, her own big breasts bobbing and floating, jiggling, water streaming off them in rivulets.

“Omigod please yes,” I heard myself moan, imagining the water around us briny, full of his seed. We would swim in it.

We watched as Melissa’s arm began to move back and forth. She was stroking him right in front of us! She’d tilted her chin up, mouth now open and expectant, eyes on his face. “Would you like that?” she asked him, “Want to help us make girl soup?”

He groaned, as Katarina slipped into the warm water with us.

Haha was mother’s milk an ingredient too? Maybe he was thinking the same thing as I watched his eyes follow her, lowering herself and her enormous breasts down until they floated buoyantly up off her thin body. 

There were seven of us now in a tub made for six. Amelia and now Katie sat on the edge, with pretty feet in the foaming water of our soup, the smell of chlorine and our perfumes making the air thick along with steam from the tub. Our legs all intermingled, hands drifted. I found one of mine cupping his left ankle. We all purred, and buzzed, and cooed.

”I’ve missed you, alllll day,” Melissa said to him, as she stroked his erection underwater, “Have you missed me too?”

”Y-y-yes,” he answered, the only answer acceptable.

”He’s had a hard day without you,” Aubrey said.

“Yes he so tired,” followed Katarina.

”Well, we’ll get him out in a few minutes, dry him off, get him inside so he can rest,” Melissa agreed, still stroking. She moved her other hand from a supportive position on his back to a position behind his sodden head and neck. “Dinner and movie night with your girls, hm? Sound nice?”

“y-y-yes,” he answered again.

“But first, more kisses…”

A new chorus of awws and ahhs filled the air around the tub as Dr J. and Melissa began to kiss again, her neck twisted down so her mouth could take his. Her right arm still moved in the same rhythm, as she tended to him below the surface, and we all saw his body first stiffen with the shock of the kiss, then start to shudder. Her mouth was so much bigger than his, and watching them kiss was thrilling. His breathing matched hers, his thin chest collapsing in on itself when she pulled breath from his lungs.

”Omigod Missy it looks like you’re sucking the life out of him!” Josie laughed.

Giggling, Melissa broke their kiss for a moment, allowing his head to loll back like a rag doll’s. “Maybe I am!” she beamed, once again taking his head from behind into her hand. She leaned back, and kissed him again, her ministrations to his manhood now taking on greater urgency. 

“Take it from him,” someone groaned. Maybe it was me.

“He is look so tired,” said Katarina, whose hand had begun stroking his left thigh, her big breast pressed down onto his knee.

“He’s had a big day,” Aubrey confirmed, watching the kiss, biting her lip as he began to shake.

“So big,” I said.

“It’s about to get even bigger,” Amelia commented, from the tub’s edge,as he really began to shake, “Josie, show him.”

At that, knowing exactly what our blonde friend meant, Josie put her breasts right beside his face. As he was kissing Melissa, his eyes turned to see her chest and goggle at them as they were nearly close enough to touch his face. Melissa’s hand was now moving more urgently under water, and he would be staring right at Josie’s breasts when he-

“That’s right, come for us,” Melissa purred.

He groaned, he moaned, he spasmed and jerked in Melissa’s embrace as, obviously, under the water he began to climax. I looked down and could see the ropey fluid, the thick semen jetting from his outsized manhood, swimming into the water around him and swirling into the currents, mixing with the froth and the chlorine and spiraling around. It floated, it sank, and as pulse after pulse came from him it began to eddy around the tub, among us, my eyes glazing over as I watched and…

…and then the growth began.

NNNNNnnnnghhhh….we all groaned, as the familiar feeling gripped us. Several times last night, but now stronger as we were all so close. I felt it in my bones, I felt it in my chest and in the fertile swelling of my thighs and rear. There was pain, yes, some, but it was delicious and I could see in the eyes of everyone we were all hungry for it. His eyes, in the meantime, were fixed and staring, still pasted to Josie’s breasts and - oh my god- he was watching her grow. 

Yes, it was subtle, it always was. But the swelling of her breasts in her bikini top was unmistakable. She bulged at it, strings now pulling more tightly than they had before from around her neck. Soft round flesh bubbled as she grew, as they inflated. I felt it in myself, too, as did we all. And then we heard him mutter, something small, something weak, as he stared at Josie’s breasts. It was quiet…but we heard it.

“bigger…” he said.

And Melissa began laughing.

“Oh my goodness, baby, yes!” she sang, as she shifted him in her lap. Her hand moved from between his legs, the other from behind his head. She had him by the sides of his bony chest, under his arms, then shifted a bit lower down his torso. “Look at how big we’re getting!” she cooed, turning him to face the group, “You’re giving us so much!”

At that she lifted him, slowly, with strength that was in no way normal, off her lap. His hips broke the surface, and we all gasped on seeing his cock. Then his thighs, his knees. She held him, now, aloft up and in front of us, a small but fully-grown man, and she held him like he was a toy, feet dangling into the water. He was naked, and he was huge. His penis, dropped now a bit from full-mast, seemed nearly as thick as his forearm, and it was still coming as we watched, all of us with eyes wide, mouths agog, some of us laughing. He was still pulsing, semi-thick member throbbing, releasing seed. It was slowing, yes, but he had already burst forth so much of his ejaculate it had begun to cloud the water, and now drip in heavy plops onto the surface and into the soup.

As he began to come down, his climax waning, Melissa slowly lowered him again to her lap, back into the pool of his own jism.

“Holy Lion King,” Amelia managed, as we all began to recover ourselves..

“Oh my god…” Aubrey said, from behind Josie. I saw her reach down, cup some water into her hand.

“Yeah huh?” Randi smiled, eyes flashing, looking down at him. His body was still spasmodically shaking but coming to a stillness in Melissa’s arms.

Semen all in the water, Amelia couldn’t help but kick her feet through it from where she sat on the hot tub’s edge. She was chuckling. “Watch out,” she told us, as we began to come down from our high, “you’re all going to get pregnant in there.”

Someone laughed, I think it was me, and I lowered my face to the water, mouth open, to drink the soup.

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Our dinner | P.2

Warning: Incorrect grammar

Authors note: Hey guys I finally upload the part.2 i literally forgot to upload it AHAHHA.And yes I changed the Title because It's a secret HEHE. And I would like to thank you guys for the likes on my P.1 story it means so much to me 🌺💮🦢

I woke up early in the morning to start my day I literally haven't planned on waking up early since it's Saturday and all I do is Stay home and chill. My fight with Pablo is still not ok we haven't sorted it out. Neither of us Want to apologize and about last night Pablo went home in the middle of the night knocking loud on the door.

And now that It's Saturday maybe this is the time we talk about our argument. Because I'm that type of person who doesn't like drama especially fights. I even regret Yelling at him for not taking me out maybe I'm being dramatic like he said. While I'm lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the bedroom door open revealing a tired Pablo. I was making us breakfast i expect him to hug me or talk to me about our fight last night but instead he grab his phone and type something that made him SMILE! wth.

I sighed while still cooking at the pancakes and when I'm done making pancakes I grab some plates for us and I made way to the fridge to find something to drink and I pick an orange juice for Pablo and apple juice for me. Once everything is Done I take the pancakes out and put in each plate and I also take some blueberry, strawberry and honey to Finish the pancakes. After that I didn't call him to breakfast after his behavior this morning he must be The one who talk or try because he's the MAN ! but oh well...

I was eating my food while scrolling to TikTok and I saw him washing his hand and take some fork to eat pancakes without a single word spoke to him not even a "thank you" or smile but NONE he didn't show any emotions. I finish my pancakes fast because I don't want to his Face Right now. Once I finish eating I put the dishes on the sink and Test him if he wash mines call me Brat but this man is On my nerves right now.

I went to the bathroom to shower a "long relaxing shower" after that I put some black shorts and paired it with over size shirt. I'm trying so hard not to steel his Comfy hoodies thankfully I still manage to not steel some he will for sure think I'm trying to Impress him Hehe. After I did my skincare routine and I put some mascara and lip oil and I'm ready to go downstairs to watch some movies that I have in mind.

While I was searching the movie I want to watch I hear the water drain and I want to look if he was washing the dishes but my mind said No. The water is still turning on and I know that his washing the dishes. After I find the movie I want to watch i get comfy. Half way through the movie I became hungry idk why so I went to the kitchen and when I'm about to open the fridge to grab some Food I find my PLATE witch the pink plate Pablo know that is my plate and This Animal is not washing my dishes.

I sighed and wash my dishes as I put the plate on the drawer while suddenly Pablo was in the living room clicking another movie my jaw drop on how disrespectful his behavior was I didn't say anything and went to him and pay his shoulder and said. " Gavi why did you turn off the movie I watch " he turn to me and said "come here" I did what he said and he turn off the movie while I make my self comfortable. "can we talk" he said minutes later

"Mhmm" I reply while looking at the ceiling " I'm sorry I really am. I regret every words I have said to you amor and I know that you will not forgive me easily and I truly understand that because of my stupid behavior but I just want you to know that I'm sorry and believe me or not I don't know how to apologize and that uhm I'm really really sorry I love you and I promise I will not do it again" he said while he take your hand slowly and stroking it with his thum.

"Look babe thank you for apologizing and I appreciate that but I need see actions to prove that you are really sorry because Last time we argue you always said the word "I will not do it again" which was a lie. And I'm sorry to for Testing your temper and I want to see if you really sorry or not. " I said calmly. " Yes amor I will show you " he said while hug and that day everything change ......

After the day you and Pablo talk about your argument Pablo change so much. He now go home Early to see you he even make you morning breakfast which was rare because he doesn't know how to cook and when you ask him "who told you to cook babe" he always answer "It's a secret" you just laugh on how adorable he is. And he often take you out or spoil you with hundreds of gift you always told him it's to much and ofc he's so stubborn to listen.

MONTHS later he is like a sweetheart to you and that you plan on Telling him that you have forgive him. So your plan was to cook dinner and tell him that you forgive him and everything will back to normal. You cook him a soup , a fish, carbonara, and ofc his favorite sushi and for dessert you made him carrot cake and homemade ice cream. You set all the food in the table and after that you change since you fell like Smelling fish HEHE.

After you change you heard the doorbell ring which means that Pablo is here you Excitedly open the door and to see a crying Belen in the door you freeze and said "Mama are you ok come here" you said while you close the door and make her sit on the sofa " Mama do you want to eat I made dinner " you said but nothing came in her mouth she just sob there and you stand up and take some water to help a little "here mama Have some water" you said while handing her the water "thank y.. ou dear" she said while drinking the water.

"Mama can you tell me what's wrong your worrying me" I ask again" dear I'm so sorry to ruin your night but I.. i... I have something to tell you that will break your entire heart " she said and now you feel nervous about what he's talking your thoughts goes on by "did someone die?" , "am I fired at my work", but you shock your thoughts away. "What is it mama" you said in nervous voice " P.. a.. Pablo-" before she could finish when you hear the name of your beloved boyfriend everything stop. " What happened to him" you ask in Trembling voice.

"he... He.... Got in to a car crash and ..and that according to the police that there is a white Lamborghini that overtake him and... And that was the reason he got into car crash and dear I'm sorry but we got him in the hospital and that's when the doctor said he couldn't make it. I'm so so sorry we didn't tell you... but he... He got you this" she said sobbing while I was crying my lungs out I couldn't believe this is happening.

I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe but lucky Belen was there to help me after a couple of hours we finally calm a little bit and "Dear I'm sorry but I think I need to go and that please tell me if you need anything and if you want to see Pablo tell me so we can drive together yeah?," she said sobbing with red tired eyes. I just nod nothing comes In my mouth. " Uhm also Pablo got this for you the police saw it and have your name written " she said handing me the bouquet of flowers with letter on the top. And that when I lost it I scream and cry on Belen's shoulder my voice was crack my eyes are tires my heart was bleeding with regret and pain. Minutes later Belen finally go home she offered me to go with her but I couldn't stand up and that I need space she understood and hug me.

After Belen go home I finally have the urge to pick the bouquet of flowers I slowly take the letter while I was sobbing so hard. I open the letter to see his adorable handwriting and I read it carefully

" Hello Amor. This bouquet of flowers is for you and l want to say that. Thank you for loving me unconditionally, thank you for giving chances when we argue,thank you for always here for me when ever I want a shoulder to cry on when I want an arms to hug or cuddle me when I need it. And thank you that you change me you turn my anger to calm thank you amor. I want you to know that this day I want to ask if you forgive me or not. But I truly understand if you still don't forgive me. But again I'm sorry for everything. I want to love you the best I could I want to spent to you with all my life. I want you to have my babies and I want to marry you in the future I can't wait to ask you to be my wife.

I LOVE YOU MY LOVE AND I ALWAYS WILL❤️

- your Pablo

And after you read it you scream and cry your heart. "You should have forgive him " you should have react dramatically "you should have loved him more" the words on your head keep running in. You cry in the your shared bedroom while you sob one of Pablo's shirt. You cry like a river you couldn't believe it you want to open your phone to check what time it was but you don't want to see your wallpaper of you and Pablo on your anniversary. You sleep with an arching heart.

You wake up early in the morning you don't know why your heart still heart. You go downstairs to find the table you set for him and knowing he will not go home anymore....

Authors note : AGHHH please tell me if it's good or not. And I'm sorry again with my grammar correct me if I'm wrong sorry. So here it's is.. thank you guys for waiting the PART 2😭🙃

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Finding Each Other-Chapter 4

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

As Clark woke up, he felt pressure on his arm and along his side. He opened his eyes and smiled. B was still cuddled in his arms on the balcony lying on the bench which somehow turned into a bed during their late-night fucking. Clark looked around and saw that the sun was out and shining brightly. He loved feeling the sun’s rays against his skin. He definitely needed it. It was the first time outside of battle that he ever felt sore but in a good way. 

B was different from his previous partners. For starters, B was insatiable. He had the stamina of the Energizer Bunny. He kept going and going until Clark honestly lost count of the number of times they had sex after the tenth time. As insatiable as B was, he was a little surprised that B took off everything but his black t-shirt. When Clark tried to pull it off, B gave him a hesitant look which caused Clark to back off. Once he did that, B smirked and pounced on him. It was odd, but he did notice that B had several scars on his legs. 

Maybe he has worse ones on his chest. 

As Clark started caressing B’s leg, he smiled. B’s legs and arms were very muscular. 

He must have a rigorous health regime to stay fit.

“Are you looking for round two?” 

Clark looked down startled to see that B was smiling at him coyly.

Clark smiled while cuddling into B more and said, “I was just admiring is all. I am still recovering from our last round.”

B smirked and asked, “I tired out a big, strong, and handsome man like yourself? That I find hard to believe.”

Clark chuckled and said, “Believe it. I am sore in places that I didn’t know possible.”

B looked down and said, “Oh. Sorry about that. Sometimes, I can come across as too intense.”

Clark smiled softly while pushing B’s face up and gently caressing his cheek.

“I am sore, but in a good way. I have never been with anyone who could keep up with me like that before. It was very refreshing, and something I would love to explore again.”

B smiled coyly and said, “Ah, so you would like there to be a next time.”

Clark smirked and said, “Well, I did ask you on that date.”

B smiled as he leaned in to kiss Clark who leaned into the embrace. They stayed in each other’s arms until B leaned back and rested his head on Clark’s forehead. 

B said, “I look forward to seeing where you take me.”

B leaned down to kiss Clark on the cheek and then started to get up. 

“We should go downstairs and have breakfast.”

Clark looked up at B startled and asked, “Are you sure you want me to stay?”

B smiled and said, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Clark chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of his neck and said, “I didn’t want to create an awkward situation between you and your son if he is up.”

B chuckled while looking down at his watch and said, “You don’t have to worry about Dick. It is 8 am right now. Dick is normally not up until after 10 on the weekends.”

Clark breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that Dick was a cute and bright kid, but he didn’t want to have an awkward scene explaining why he was in the house in the same outfit as he was wearing last night. 

The duo got dressed and headed out of the library. As they headed downstairs, Clark noticed  B veered off to stop on the second floor. He followed B curiously until they went to the last room down the hall. Clark marveled at the room as they went inside. It was a huge bedroom. It had a king-size bed, an ensuite bathroom, several dressers, a computer, a TV, a gaming station, and a walk-in closet. As B headed for the walk-in closet, he said, “I just wanted to change into something more comfortable. If you like, you can borrow some of my stuff so you don’t want to walk around in your suit.”

Clark chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck and said, “I’m fine. I don’t want to be too much trouble.”

B smiled while coming out of the walk-in closet dressed in a fitted black tank top and grey sweatpants. Clark nearly drooled at how the whole look accentuated B’s muscles. B walked up to Clark with a blue t-shirt and black sweatpants. 

“I have a spare you can use. It is really no problem.”

As B placed the items in Clark’s hand, Clark rubbed the back of his neck and said, “You really don’t have to do this. I will be fine in the…”

Clark’s eyes widened as he felt the fabric of the items. He looked down at the clothing in shock and began rubbing them more and said, “These are softer than even the sheep I used to help raise on the barn. Where did you get these?”

B looked up thoughtfully and said, “I would have to ask Alfred. A friend of his created a unique cotton polyester blend in his clothing for their shop in the UK.”

Clark kept rubbing the back of his hand against the fabric. 

I have never felt anything this soft. This is so amazing!

Clark looked up sheepishly and asked, “Are you sure you're okay with me wearing this out?”

B chuckled and said, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mind parting with it.” 

Clark smiled and said, “Thanks!”

Clark quickly put on his new outfit while B went into his walk-in closet again. As Clark finished getting dressed, B came out with a garment bag and placed Clark’s suit in it.

Clark smiled and said, “Thanks so much for this!”

B smiled and said, “You're welcome. Now let’s get something to eat. A certain someone left me particularly ravenous.”

Clark blushed as he followed B downstairs back to the kitchen. Clark was startled to see Alfred not only awake and dressed, but already placing down two plates with food already on the table. 

As Clark and B sat at the table, B said, “Morning Alfred.”

“Morning young Sir. I take it you had a good evening given the smile on your face,” said Alfred as he headed to the table with cups and pitchers of orange juice, apple juice, and milk and a pot of tea. 

B smirked while looking at Clark causing him to blush and said, “I had a really good time last night.”

Clark chuckled while looking down as Alfred came to the table with his own plate of food. After a couple of moments, Clark looked back up and noticed that on his plate were bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, and a stack of pancakes. 

As Clark started to eat, he looked at Alfred thoughtfully and asked, “Do you guys normally have breakfast at this hour?”

Alfred smirked and said, “No, not on the weekends. However, I had a feeling you guys might be up. If you come around here long enough Master Clark, you will realize that I am aware of everything that happens in this household.” Alfred turned to Bruce with a raised eyebrow, and said, “And I mean everything.”

B paused eating to give Alfred the side eye while Clark nearly choked on the apple juice he was drinking.

Did he hear us last night? Crap! I hope I didn’t leave a bad impression.

B went back to slowly eating his food and said, “I hope we didn’t disturb you last night, Alfred.”

Alfred looked up at Bruce with a raised eyebrow and said, “I did get an unexpected surprise when I went to the library to return the book I was reading this morning. One might remember to want to close the balcony door next time.”

Clark nearly spit up his food. B looked over at Alfred sheepishly. 

As Alfred went to take a sip of tea, he said, “I just hope that the young Sir would let you stay in one of the guest rooms next time. While the balcony has an amazing view, it does get chilly out there at night.”

B chuckled sheepishly and said, “You never hold back your punches, Alfred.”

Alfred smirked while drinking more tea and said, “No, not at all.”

Clark looked at Alfred mortified and sputtered, “I…am…so…sorry. I…know what…it….must…have…looked…..like…”

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 1

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; evil exes...

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Chapter 1: it's supposed to be my year - Andy 

Third Person POV 

The Red line is a good place to hide from the world. 

A dive bar that's only really known by locals and a perfect hideout for the local team, The Boston Bruins. This is where we can find the hero of our story. Or a broken heart reeling from the shock of a lifetime. The bartender puts the third glass of Glenlevet 12 in front of the broken man at the corner of his bar.  

Andy 

“You want something to eat Barber?” 

I shook my head. The idea of food just made me want to throw up. This must be the worst day of my life. Sitting at our local dive, all I wanted to do was to drink myself to sleep. Maybe then I'll wake up from this nightmare. Have you ever been stood up at the alter?  No? Lucky you. 

“Knew I’d find you here.” I looked over to my best friend and alternate captain Lukas Andrews. He signaled to Mike, the bartender, and pointed to my glass. “You ok?” 

“I'm great. Just perfect.” I pulled at the tie on the collar of my tux. “I mean I paid for an entire wedding and the down payment on a house, but my bride decided to fuck my team mate the night before our wedding and lucky me I overheard them arguing about it right before she was going walk down the aisle.” I slammed back my drink. “Oh, and she runs away with said teammate.” 

I signal for another. And dropped my head to the bar. “Andy maybe you should slow down?” Luke said. 

“Why? I don't want to feel Luke. I just want to numb the pain.” Can’t he see that I just want me heart to stop hurting.  I was betrayed by two people that I trusted tremendously and now have to deal with not just one heartbreak but two.  

“I know buddy but maybe you should sleep?”  

Luke’s a great best friend to have.  He always tries to take care of me and I’d do the same for him.  But right now, I don’t want to take care of myself. “No, we drink.” 

That's the last thing I remember. 

Please let me be dead.  

That could be the only explanation as to why I was in so much pain. The alternative is that its a massive hangover and that would suck worse. I cracked an eye and sunlight hit me like fucking a truck. Fuck, I’m alive and it was going to be a hell of a day. It took everything to get to the bathroom and throw up like I’m a goddamm teenager.  

I’m a 31-year-old professional hockey player. I don't get drunk anymore. 

At least I didn't before yesterday. And it hit me that the love of my life screwed one of my best friends and teammates the night before our wedding and I got listen to him beg her not to marry me. 

Fuck Fiona and fuck Craig Bailey. 

I wandered downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee hitting me like water in the Sahara. This is why Luke is my best friend. Fully expecting to see him sitting at the island, I'm stunned when I see my other best friend and Luke's sister making breakfast. “Morning?” 

Leighton Andrews.  

If there was one girl I wish I could marry it would been her. I’ve known the Andrews siblings since Luke and I were in kindergarten. Hell, I've been around since Leia was just a sweet little baby. She was an annoying brat for most of my childhood. But then when we came home for Christmas our freshman year of college and every change. Leia was only 14 at the time but she grew up way more than that. She had always been short, taking after their mother but everything else had grown up. She had tits that were perfect, a banging ass that I wanted to feel in my hands. 

There was just one small problem. 

She's my best friend's sister. 

To call Luke overprotective would be the biggest understatement in the world. After their dad died in a freak accident, Luke took his job as “man of the house” very seriously. He made sure that his mom didn't feel lonely, and he made it his mission to protect his sister by any means necessary. 

As the dutiful best friend, I, of course, helped him in his mission to protect her. 

Did I have selfish reasons? 

Yes.  

Did I tell him that? 

I'm alive so what does that tell you. 

“Hey Andy, good morning!” Leia chirped.  She had always been a ball of sunshine and it was something that I loved about her. Except, wait, how did she get into my townhome? 

“I say this with love, Leia, but what are you doing here? And how did you get into my house?” 

She flashed me that goddam smile that makes me give her whatever hell she wants. “Mike called.” 

Sadly, that's enough of an explanation. 

“Where's lover boy? I thought you guys were attached at the hip?” I poured myself a cup of water, drained it with two ibuprofen and then moved on to coffee. 

“Bret is on a business trip right now. He'll be back on Friday.”   

Bret.  Blah, the man was a waste of space in mine and Luke’s opinion.  He’s a stockbroker for some Fortune 500 company. When Leia started dating him, he was the epitome of douche bag. For the last year, Leia had subtly changed.  She used to be a free spirit, dressed however she wanted.  But Bret wanted a sophisticated partner that was like the other wives of brokers in his company.  He would spend money to upgrade her wardrobe and then they bought a house together six months ago.  I hated that. Even when I was with Fiona, I knew Leia deserved better. But she’s happy, and that’s all I can ask for.  

“Was he even at my wedding? Or as I call it the implosion of my life?”��

Leia came over and wrapped her arm around me and put her head on my shoulder. “He was there. He told me to tell you how was and sorry that Fiona was a complete bitch.” 

“He did not say that.” 

“Ok, fine, it was me but that's because it’s the truth.” Leia smiled at me sadly. “I’m so sorry, Andy.” 

“Thanks, Leia.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I guess I'm just glad I found out before I married her.” 

“She's an idiot Andy. I mean who in their right mind ditch a man like you?” 

This really wasn't the time to get a semi. Her compliment is doing things to me.

“Please don't tell me she did it because I neglected her or drove her into another man's arms? I mean I know I’ve been busy but I was trying to secure our future, you know?” Fuck, did I screw this up? I was working to be named captain this upcoming season.  The Bruins made that announcement a couple of weeks ago.  It had been awesome at the time but was it tainted now? 

“I don’t know. She’s been with you for like three years. She knows what it's like to be a WAG. She’s a fucking idiot Andy.” She moved to rub my back. 

I looked around my townhouse. “I have to move out of this place because I have a new home. That she wanted. Fuck,” I dropped my head onto the kitchen counter with a thud. “Ow.”  

Leia chose at that moment to let out a series of adorable giggles, her second-choice weapon in her arsenal. “Feel better?” 

“No,” I mumble. 

She came over and kissed my forehead. “Everything is going to be ok. You are the captain this year. Your best friends are right beside you. And we'll always be by your side.” 

I looked up at her. “Promise?” I held out my pinkie, something the three of us have done since we were kids. She took it with her own. 

“Promise.” 

“Fuck, who turned on the brightness?” Luke wandered into the kitchen. He took a seat next to me and lowered his head into his arms. “I’m never drinking with you again Barber.” 

“I didn’t say you had to match me drink for drink Andrews.” I looked around, searching for his girlfriend. I vaguely remember her coming with him to the bar. “Where is Miranda?” 

“She’s sleeping.  I tried to wake her, but she said she’s not getting up unless I can promise pancakes and bacon in bed.”  Luke looked at his sister.  “I love you.”  

Leia rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, yeah.  I’m doing this because I need to make sure you guys were ok. I gotta get back home for a meeting.” 

I smiled at her. “You’re the best Leia.” 

“And don’t you forget it.” 

After the banging in my head subsided, I went to the new house. I needed to make this place my own. Fuck whatever Fiona wanted. I would make this the home of my dreams, not hers. As I walked up to the front, I saw someone sitting on the stoop. “The fuck are you doing here?” The nerve of this guy showing up to my house. 

Craig stood up. “I just want a minute to explain.” 

“Explain what? How you "accidentally" slept with my fiancé or how you were trying to convince her to leave me?” I raged. This fucker has balls, I'll give him that. 

“Andy, it’s not like that. I'm in love with her. I have been for a long time.”  

“You slept with her once and all of a sudden, you've been in love with her for forever? Bull shit man.” 

“It wasn't just once,” he said quietly.  

I stopped. “Wanna run that by me again?” I must have not heard him clearly 

“It wasn't just the once. We've been seeing each other for the last year.” 

We all heard that right? 

“You've got to be kidding me! You've been fucking my fiancé for the last year?” I don't even let him respond. I deck him across the chin and drop him to the floor. Lucky for him, Luke shows up just when I go to hit him again. 

“Andy! Stop! He's not worth it.” Luke grabs my arm and pulls me back. Another set of hands takes mine. I look back and see Leia and I calm a little under her touch. 

“I fucking hate you! You were one of my best friends and you did this to me. Fuck you! You're dead to me!” 

“We are on the same team Andy!” Craig argues. “I’m sorry but I love her, and we didn’t mean for this to happen.” 

“I don't give a shit. She was mine and you fucked me over. I'll work with you on the ice, but I never want to speak to you or look at you outside of the arena ever again! Go back to your bitch and tell her I'll send her shit to her mother's.” Luke pushes Craig away from me and down the drive. I turned away and Leigh wrapped her arms around me, and I buried my head in her neck, sobbing into her. “Why?” I asked her. 

“I don't know Andy but I'm right here.” She rubbed my back as Luke dealt with Craig. “Let it out, I've got you.” 

This was supposed to be my year. I had the captaincy, I had a championship caliber team and a fiancé that I thought loved me.  

This was supposed to be my year.  

Now I know what it's like to get screwed over with my pants on. 

Life is funny like that. 

NEXT

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[romanestuffsposts]

would you be comfortable writing for little!reader that uses pull ups?

Hi there love!

Of course, everything you want ❤️

I hope you like my idea around what you asked 💜

Enjoy <3

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Warnings : Pull ups, tickles, fluff, cuddles, laugh and giggles, playful, just lots and lots of love

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

Summary : Just a lovely morning with your daddies

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You love waking up like this, with fingers sliding down your hair, with hands stroking your back and sweet voices you love so much whispering sweet nothings in your ears.

Your Daddies always make sure the light aren't too agressive for you when you wake up so it's always a perfect moment, even if you're too sleepy they make the moment perfect. You don't know how but they do. That's one of their hundred powers

You open an eye and see your Papa looking at you with eyes full of love. You turn your head a little and see your Daddy staring at you the exact same way as your Papa making you blush. You hide under the blanket making them chuckle

"where's our little girl ?" Your Papa jokes and Bucky quickly enters his game "I really don't know. She was here seconds ago and she disappears, but where ?" You giggle and move your legs "do you hear that ?" Bucky asks

"Yea it's weird. It sound like her but it's impossible" Steve teases and they both gasp playfully when you lift the blanket "I hewe" you giggle as you succeed by pranking them.

They both laugh down at you as you smile up at them "You got us, little trouble monster" Your Papa says poking your nose making you giggle again

Your Papa moves your sheet away from you and Bucky lifts you up in his arms. His nose scrunches at the smell and you imitate him by scunching your nose too. He pokes your pyjama pants with his hand and he looks at Steve "our little monster needs a new diaper" he states and Steve nods. While your Daddy goes in the bathroom and removes your clothes before laying you on the changing table, your Papa went to grab a diaper and a new pyjama pants

When he comes back he smiles when he sees Bucky blowing rasberries on your exposed belly. Your laughter can wake up all the neighbors but nobody in this room cares. You kick your legs underneath your Daddy as he laughs along with you. He grabs your arms and pins them against your chest so he has free access. He blows a rasberry two more time before stopping and giving you sweet kisses on your sensitive belly to throw away the ticklish sensation you must still feel

Your Papa comes to you and starts cleaning and changing you carefully. They never know how you'll react at them changing you. One time you can be really bratty and other time you lay on the table without moving, that's why they always change you together, just in case

Steve chuckles every time he looks at your face while changing you, you still try to recover from the tickles and he knows that, that's what make him laugh. While your Papa cleans you, you play with Bucky's fingers while his eyes are on you the whole time.

When your Papa is done he went to shower in the other bathroom while your Daddy finishes taking care of you. He grabs a washcloth and travels it on your entire body to refresh you a little. He fights with you every time he has to slide the washcloth in between your toes but beside that it went pretty well

He helps you going back on your feet and you run out of the bathroom. Your Daddy follows you with your old clothes in his hands and grins when he sees you jumping on the bed in the middle of the room "be careful" is the only thing he says before putting your dirty clothes on the basket. He comes back in the bedroom and you're still jumping on the cosy bed. Bucky walks to you and throws you on his shoulder making you squeal. You're face to face with his butt while he hold your legs still against his chest. He walks downstairs and throws you on the couch, he kisses your forehead and goes in the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

He kisses Steve's cheek and helps him getting breakfast ready "she's a speed one today" Steve notices and Bucky nods in agreement "that's exactly what I was thinking"

Steve looks at you from the kitchen and snorts, he shakes his head as he looks back down a the food "you could've at least put some pants on her" he says smirking at Bucky who's wiggling his eyebrows with a cocky grin

[ninus9607]

2. First day

The annoying sound of the alarm going off filled my bedroom. "Ugh, I hate mornings," I grumbled. I threw the duvet onto the floor, my feet touching the cold ground. In a sleepy state, I stumbled into the bathroom. Ugh, I look terrible. After a long shower, I made my favorite coffee and sat at the kitchen table. I can't start the day without morning coffee. I usually make a cappuccino.

While sipping my morning coffee, I began to feel quite hungry. Unfortunately, my fridge was empty, so I needed to go shopping. I don't know where. I looked up the nearest store and it's only 10 minutes away. Sounds perfect. I made sure to grab everything I needed, especially the house keys, before heading out. The path to the store passed through the main road, then through the park, and finally arrived at the shop. When I opened the door of the shop, I was delighted. It was huge compared to the shops I had back home in Europe. I walked through a few shelves and picked up the things I needed for at least a week.

And suddenly, my phone starts ringing. Meredith?

"Um, hello?"

"Where on earth are you?"

"Why are you so aggressive? I went to the store."

"You need to get to the hospital fast, Bailey's been yelling at me about where you are."

"And what do you mean, I'm not supposed to start until tomorrow?"

"You didn't check your emails? There's been a major car accident and Bailey wants everyone to come in. Hurry over here." she said and hung up the phone.

Fuck, I forgot to check those damn emails this morning, now I'm going to look like an idiot. Fuck me. And who's Bailey? She must be our boss. Anyway, I quickly made my way to the checkout to pay. I quickly ordered an Uber as soon as I left the shop. I arrived home in about 5 minutes to quickly put the shopping away and take the most important things to the hospital, even though I didn't know what to expect. It took me about 15 minutes to get to the hospital, but those 15 minutes felt like an hour to me, I was so nervous and so scared. I paid the driver and made my way to the hospital.

The hospital was very nice and huge from the outside. It already has a very professional look and feel. Lena, get your shit together. I took a deep breath and entered the hospital. It was huge. I arrived at the reception desk.

"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where I could find Chief?" An adorable nurse answered me and sent me to his office. Oh my god, I'm too gay for this...Lena stop, don't flirt with people from work on your first day. Although, that nurse was really pretty and kind. I quickly got rid of what I thought and arrived at the Office.

knock, knock

"Come in" I slowly opened the door to the office and stepped into it.

"Hi, I'm Doc. Anderson, I've been accepted as a new intern in your program and the nurse sent me to see you."

"Ah, yes Doc. Anderson, I'm Doc. Webber,  we have been waiting for you. Please sit down."

He seemed like a nice guy. During the interview, I was given all the details about participating in the program, signed the papers, and received the keys to the locker.

"That's it, I'm glad you've joined us, your work in Europe was amazing and I'm thrilled that you can do it in our hospital. Now, I believe it's time for you to join the team and help with the crash. Bailey doesn't like to wait." He said as he got up to walk me to the door.

"Yes, of course, Chief, I'll try my best" And with that, I left the room. I ran downstairs to change into my dressing gown. I met some people on the road. It was quite chaotic because of the accident. I opened the door to the changing room. It was almost empty. I found my locker, picked out my clothes, and started to change. Then I noticed a guy sitting on the bench next to me, staring at me.

"Are you going to tell me something? or are you going to keep looking at me?" I raised my eyebrows

"You're the new one, aren't you? I'm Alex Karev" He sat down closer to me.

"And if you want to have one of the best nights of your life, you can wit-" I didn't even let him finish that sentence

"No thanks Alex, Meredith has already told me about you, so don't waste time" I smiled at him and headed for the door.

"This isn't fair!" He cried out in falsity.

"Life is hard, darling, try to give syphilis to someone else." I laughed at him and walked out of the dressing room. I made my way through a few corridors until I was in sight of Meredith. I approached her from behind. I gave her a little elbow so she would notice me.

"Well, you've finally come." said the woman standing beside Meredith.

"Excuse me?"

"Cristina be nice! I'm sorry Len, this is Cristina I told you about"  Meredith immediately apologized

"The mean one? Oh, I remember." I smiled at Cristina

"We will be very good friends," Cristina said with a laugh.

"Why are you just standing there? Don't you have a job?" There was a loud voice behind me. I turned around and there was a woman with a surprised look on her face.

"You know I'm new here, I was just asking Meredith where to log in."

"I don't care if you're new, Grey and Yang go help Doc. Burke, he needs some interns and you" She stopped and pointed at me "Go to the Doc. Shepherd, he asked for someone clever, so let's see what you've got." She said, but she was looking at me weirdly the whole time, It must be Bailey, I can see why everyone calls her a Nazi.

"Yes, Doctor Bailey"

I went to see Doctor Shepherd, I crossed the room on my way to see him, but all of a sudden there was a terrible beeping sound. My body automatically turned and entered the room, the nurses loudly announcing that the patient's heart was in failure. There was no doctor in charge. If I didn't intervene, the patient would die. I quickly thought about what to do and gathered every ounce of courage I had. After trying to resuscitate didn't help. A plan quickly formed in my mind to save him. It was a very difficult plan, but probably my only option.

After 20 minutes the patient was stabilized again, my plan worked perfectly and it sounded like a miracle. The nurses were very surprised, and one of them even mentioned that she had never seen an intern do such a thing before. And at that moment, a man in his 40s, dressed in dark blue clothes, rolled into the room, it must have been Doc. Shepherd

"What happened here?" he said in a breathy voice, he must have run here.

One of the nurses spoke up "This intern saved a patient's life, the patient collapsed and no one was around until she came and rescued him. She proved it, even though resuscitation didn't work."

"Wow, I'm very impressed with what you've done, you're the new intern right?" he said, shaking my hand

"I'm Lena Anderson"

"Doctor Derek Shepherd, wait aren't you the neighbor of Meredith?"

"Yeah, How did you know?"

"Well, Uhm" He acted strangely, and I would even say that he blushed but before he answered, his pager beeped. I could see in his face how relieved he was that his pager beeped. Interesting 

"We have to go, just below with me, today you will be in my service, you deserved my admiration in those first days. I had to see what talent you had."

He said, and together we went to another patient. I think I can say that my first day at work won't be too bad.

AN: Now, the second chapter is behind me.It was very interesting writing but also a bit difficult as I don't know medics at all. I hope you enjoyed it and I will be glad for any feedback  

PS: YES DON'T BE AFRAID, AMELIA WILL APPEAR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

xx

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Barry Meets Freaky Fred (CTCD Fanfic)

[CW⚠️ UNSETTLING THEMES, TRAUMA, TRITACHME, TRICHOTEMNOMANIA(obsession of shaving hair)]

[Characters: Courage, Barry(OC), Computer, Muriel, Eustace, Fred, Lime(OC) and Michelle(OC)]

[After Courage has gone off for a while and Barry taking charge as him. It is that time today, that Muriel's nephew Fred is visiting her home. And Muriel even feeling delighted to have Fred meet Barry and interact with him. But unfortunately, for Barry. Was that he wasn't aware that Fred is insanely obsessed with... shaving people's hair]

[Also this is when Barry takes the role as Courage which is a little fact about Barry and this fanfic is of the CTCD episode "Freaky Fred"]

(It starts with Courage, packing his stuff in a bag. Then Barry opens the door and sees what Courage is doing with a confused face)

Barry: Courage?

Courage: Oh, Barry! Didn't even know that you come in here for something

Barry: Why are you packing a bag Courage? Are you... going on a journey or something?

Courage: (puts his bag on) Well, I'm going out to spend a bit with Bunny and Kitty

Barry: Your going out?

Courage: Yeah, but don't worry, (headpats Barry) I'll be back in a bit with Muriel, the farmer and Computer

Barry: Oh, ok

Courage: Oh and by the way, while I'm gone, I'll put you in charge as me, ok

Barry: Ok Courage

(The two give eachother a hug goodbye and wave as Courage goes off)

Barry: Bye Courage

Courage: Bye Barry

(Then it cuts to Barry and Computer)

Barry: Well, since Courage is off with his friends, I guess it's just you and me now, right

Computer: Off to see someone you say

Barry: Mmhmm, (feels a little sad about him) yeah

Computer: (sighs) Oh come now kid, don't be like that. It's only for a little while, he won't be that back long

Barry: I know Computer

(The two talk for a while about stuff happening today and all that. Right until it cuts to Barry playing with his two plushies. He then decides to go downstairs where he sees Muriel placing a nice blanket over the table, with a pleasant smile on her face)

Muriel: I can't wait for me dear nephew Fred to arrive!

Barry: Who?

Muriel: Ah Barry dear, I suppose you haven't met me nephew Fred yet

Barry: Your nephew, Fred?

Muriel: Oh why yes (holds a picture of Fred and shows it to Barry) isn't he such a gentleman. (Places her hand on Barry's shoulder) I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you

Barry: Ok

Muriel: Oh and while you here, why don't you help Eustace, he's fixing the bathroom door

Barry: Sure Muriel

(Barry runs to Eustace, who is fixing the bathroom door)

Eustace: You! Fetch me the screwdriver!

Barry: (goes into the toodbox and picks up the screwdriver) Got it! (gives the screwdriver to Eustace)

Eustace: That freak ain't putting a single foot on my household

(Barry watches Eustace fixing the door)

Barry: Hey Mr Bagge, got a small question I gotta ask you

Eustace: What now

Barry: What is about Muriel's nephew Fred?

Eustace: That freak's a barber! A freaky barber! With his own freaky barber shop, where freaky things happen. Freaky barber things!

(Barry's body shakes on what Eustace tells him about Fred. Thus he(Eustace) then scares him out of his sight, causes poor Barry to jump, scream and run downstairs to the living room sofa, feeling frightened in his body)

(Cuts to Muriel fluffing a pillow until she hears the doorbell rang)

Muriel: Oooh, that must be Fred

(Barry sits on the sofa as he watches Muriel heading downstairs to open the door. She opened it and sees Fred outside, holding his bag)

Muriel: Ah Fred me dear nephew. What brings you to our cozy corner of the world?

Fred: Holiday (as he smiles unsettlingly)

Muriel: Barry, come and meet Fred

(Fred comes by the doorway and stands by Barry, watching eachother, eye to eye. Barry feels a little nervous at him but he tries to stay calm when meeting him)

Barry: So, your Muriel's nephew Fred. Right?

Fred: Yes

Barry: My name is Barry! And... (raises his paw out to Fred) it's nice to meet you Fred

Fred: It's a pleasure to meet you too Barry

(The two handshake each other)

(It cuts to Barry and Fred sitting together in a red sofa, Muriel is sitting in her rocking chair)

Eustace: (comes downstairs) Gotta go to the hardware store and get the... y'know, fix the bathroom door. Just don't try shutting it, cause you won't be able to get it open

Muriel: Eustace, our guest is here. Say hello to Fred

[Fred turns his head around at Eustace]

Eustace: ...Yeah... (sits down beside Fred on the sofa) hiya... (pulls out newspaper) (mumbles) freak

(Barry sees wristband Fred is wearing that says 'HOME FOR FREAKY BARBERS' 'CALL 555-1234')

Barry: Hey Muriel, what's with that wristband Fred is wearing?

Muriel: Don't worry about that Barry. You must be exhausted Fred dear. Would you like to freshen up?

Fred: Yes, been quite a trip it has

Muriel: Barry dear. Would you kindly show Fred the bathroom please?

Barry: Mmm sure Muriel (nods)

Muriel: How lovely of you dear, and would you also kindly bring Fred some fresh towels as you go up with him please?

Barry: Sure Muriel

(Muriel gives Barry the towels, Barry's body shakes from the towels' weight)

Muriel: Do you think you can manage that Barry dear?

Barry: Don't worry... Muriel! I got it... [breathes out] under control. [to Fred] C'mon Fred. Right this way, to the bathroom!

[Barry and Fred follow each other upstairs to the bathroom]

[The two head to the bathroom. Barry places the towels on a stool]

Barry: Towels are placed!

Barry: [to Fred] Let me see if I.. can get you... freshen [closes the door, but when it closes, he hears a metal clanking sound of the lock. And that locks the two in the bathroom] Uhh... okay, don't worry Fred. I'll just try to get it to open. [pulls the door handle, but it won't open. he gets worried] Uhh... Muriel? Eustace? [knocks on the door]

[Muriel and Eustace are by the bathroom door, they heard the door knocking]

Muriel: I heard the door slam

Eustace: The door slammed

[Inside the bathroom, Barry desperately yanks the door handle, but it won't open. Across the room, Fred is sitting on the toilet as he flashes a smile]

Eustace: Well. I guess I better get

Muriel: [talking to the bathroom door] Now don't you boys worry, Eustace will be back soon to get the door open

[Back to the bathroom inside. Barry is scared that he got himself stuck in here. He is shivering with anxiety filling him]

Fred: Barry...

Barry: ...huh?

Fred: Your hair...

Barry: My hair? [rubs his own cheek] actually i think you mean my fur... cuz' I'm a cat

[Barry had a nervous look when he looks at Fred and his unsettling smile. But he wanted this meeting to be nice, so he keeps himself cool to him]

Barry: Sooo Fred. Can I ask about how has your holiday was like? Have you been anywhere for a couple of days or weeks? Did you went to a resort?

Fred: Well, not great and pleasant to be exact. Been spending in there for my desires with... fur [he says, as he stares at Barry with a creepy smile] like yours

Barry: Right... But Fred, what has made you really into hair and... fur, a lot?

Fred: [he first picks him up, and places him onto the toilet] It reminds me of the first time I knew just how I felt about hair. [yanks the shower curtains]

Fred: It was a day I'd not forget. The day that I first met my pet. Oh, what a lovely gift to get.

Barry: Oh, a pet. What kind of animal was it? A rabbit?

Fred: [shows a photo of his pet hamster] Hamster! [gives the picture to Barry]

Barry: Aww, it looks really cute

Fred: I'd never felt so... naughty

Barry: Huh, what?

[Fred drapes the curtains around Barry]

Fred: My fuzzy ball is what he was, this darling little ball of fuzz [he digs through his bag and pulls out his shaver. He turns it on]

Barry: [hears the shaver on, his eyes widened, and his body began to shiver nervously] F-Fred? What's that you have, o-on your hand?

Fred: [holds onto Barry's shoulder to prevent him from trying to run] And oh, such fuzz, such fuzz, it does demand that I be... naughty. [showed another photo of the hamster, now looking at him] He looked at me, his fetching eyes, and fetching fur did hypnotize, and filled with joy, and filled with sighs, and that's when I got... naughty. [shows him the picture of the hamster completely shaved bare, with an angry expression on its face]

[When Fred noticed he is gone now. he opens the down cabinet, where Barry is hiding in]

Fred: Now, now... [reaches in and grabs Barry by his arms] The chemicals in here could kill you

Muriel: [Sitting outside the bathroom door in her rocking chair, knitting.] Don't worry boys, Eustace should be at the hardware store by now!

[The scene cuts to Eustace inside his idle truck, happily reading his Nowhere News newspaper.] [The scene changes back to the bathroom, Fred holds up Barry who is a little wet, with the top of his head shaved off]

Fred: This dripping hair, this droopy curl [shakes Barry and drops him back onto the toilet as he walks to the bathroom window] Unfurls sweet memories of a girl, whose tresses, oh, they'd twist and twirl, and tempt me to be... naughty.

Barry: A girl? You mean... that you use to be with a girl

[Fred shows Barry, a picture of a young girl with long blonde hair, and has a loving expression on her face]

Fred: Barbara, my love was named, and her fair hair, a mane untamed.

Barry: Oh... she's an pure angel

Fred: Until one evening – I'm ashamed – I got a little... naughty.

[Fred begins to psychotically shave Barry as a creepy choir loudly singing "La la la" to Fred's theme. Barry screams a bit by the horror, but he is drowned out by the music and trimmer.]

Fred: The look upon my young love's face was sweet as lace. But in this case, I realized she... [shows Barry, the picture of the girl now shaved bald with a furious look on her face] Needed space

Fred: I never more was naughty. Well... maybe not never [he notices Barry desperately trying to open the door again, he then picks him up. Barry's face is shaved off, the only fur remaining are his arms, body, legs and his tail]

Fred: Playful little scamp [he places Barry back onto the toilet once more]

Muriel: [knocks on the door, with a plate of pancakes in her hand] Is everything alright in there?

Barry: [crying out] MURIEL! HELP ME OUT!

[Muriel sees Barry clawing underneath. She places the pancakes down on the floor, as Barry pulls it in]

Muriel: Just can't wait for those pancakes, can you?

Barry: MURIEL!? [he yelled out as Fred grabs him again, echoing outside the bathroom door]

Muriel: Wonderful! Eustace should be back any moment now

Barry: MURIEL! MURIEL!!! [knocks on the door]

[The scene changes to Eustace lounging on the beach]

Fred: [waves a pancake on his hand] No need for panic. Behold sustenance, hungry whelp! [stuffs the pancake into Barry's mouth, he swallows with strain. He picks him up and Barry has his own mobile pad, trying to eye the phone numbers on Fred's wristband. But that stops him with two more pancakes stuffed in his mouth. Fred pulls his wristband and hides it]

Fred: [shoves another pancake in Barry's mouth] Dear cur, your fur and fleece remind of nothing found in humankind. But for one fellow, who did find me – to be... in a certain mood.

[Scene cuts to Fred in his barbershop. A long bearded man stands in the doorway]

Fred: [narrating] Into my shop he walked one day, with bush above and beard bouquet. That's no toupee, I pray... no way I could help but be... you know...

[The man sits in the chair]

Bearded Man: Just a trim, partner

[The man leans back, with Fred sweating nervously over him]

Fred: [narrating] I'd never seen such hair before! His bangs, they sang! His neck, it beckoned! Eyebrows, armpits, all were reckoned! Soon I figured, "What the heck?" and – Guess how I was... naughty...

[Scene comes back to Barry, being shaved underneath, yelping. Cuts to Muriel sitting in her rocking chair, watching TV]

Barry: [yells] MURIEL!

[And... the last bit of fur shaved from his right paw. Fred drops Barry with a shrug, twirling from satisfaction. Barry pulls out the wristband, dialing the number with his pad, and conversing with the employee]

Barry: [quietly] I need help! He's shaving my whole body off–

[On the other end quietly before he gets picked up once again. The scene changes back to Eustace, now asleep in a movie theater. We catch another glimpse of Muriel, impatiently tapping her fingers and eyeing her watch, waiting for Eustace to return.]

[Barry is sitting on the toilet, nearly shaven completely. Fred, sitting on the edge of the tub, beckons Barry, his shaver still buzzing.]

Barry: [notices the only fur left is his tail, shielding it and yammering in protest] F-Fred... please! I don't want to do this [he begs Fred to stop, as it is now scaring him]

[Fred continues beckoning him]

Barry: DON'T YOU GET WHAT I SAID! PLEASE!!!

Fred: Sweet cat, afraid I'll shave your tail? Why, now, that would be weird!

[Sirens are heard, Fred closely listens and shuts off his shaver, but his smile remains. He peers out from the window as van doors are heard being slam]

???: Surround the area! Cut the power, we don't anyone getting shaved in there!

Fred: Ah... So ends our little story...

[Barry suddenly has regret on his face, feeling sorry for himself. As he breathes from exhaustion]

[The door is bashed two times before falling on the third hit, two big muscled men rush in with an orange blanket as the scene goes to black.]

[The scene resumes as Fred is lead into the back of a white van by the two men, restrained by the blanket in a straight jacket-like fashion. The previous "La la la" music replays in the background. Muriel waves at Fred, while Barry is held by Lime and comforted by him and Michelle, the friends of his uncle Oliver]

Muriel: What a lovely visit! Too bad Eustace didn't get to say goodbye

Lime: [sighs] C'mon pal

Michelle: How bout we get eachother some sweet desserts? What do you say, huh, bud?

Barry: [sniffs, wipes a tear off his eye] ...Yeah

[Lime and Michelle walk off, with Lime holding Barry by his shoulder. As they head off to the town streets of Nowhere]

THE END!

[gingerbreadmonsters]

bourbon

or: you know, like the kind you have with tea!

gn!reader, no content warnings, literal actual crack. now look what you’ve done! happy birthday to our wonderful zo - please direct all damages claims to our recently-opened ‘how dare you’ division at @zozo-01 . hope you’re having a gorgeous day - have a slice of colin on me! for those who may not know, i am actually english, so make of that what you will. love to rae for dialect consultation and hotline tag assistance, for the proof if proof were needed that neither the atlantic nor pacific can stand in the way of discord mischief - because we've now tried them both! darlin having an absolute mare in 1600 words or less.

“Darling?”

God, you’ve got to stop going to bed so late. What time is it?

“You up yet?”

Sam’s voice. Mmm. But he’s not here next to you - he sounds like he’s over by the door. Eyes still closed, you wave one arm vaguely in his direction in a feeble attempt to persuade him back into bed with you. “No.”

He laughs, walking over to take your hand, but unfortunately standing his ground when you try to pull him down. Stupid vampire strength.

“Nice try, darling,” he says, and it sounds… weird, somehow. “But we said we’d be round at Milo’s at half eleven, and we’re not about to be late again.”

The more he speaks, the stranger he sounds. What’s wrong with him? There’s definitely something funny about it, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

“Did you-” Blearily, you crack one eye open to look at him - he looks just the same as ever, handsome even in the darkness of the blackout curtains. “Wait, what did you say?”

Sam rolls his eyes good-naturedly, and the sight is so beautifully familiar that it’s almost enough to make you wonder if you really just didn’t hear him right. Then he opens his mouth, and nope, you were right. There’s something wrong.

“I said, they’re expecting us at Milo’s at half eleven, and it’s almost quarter past ten.” What sort of fucked-up fever dream is this? “Now, are you getting up, or am I carrying you?”

The words don’t come, staring up at him in abject confusion, your mouth just hanging open as you try desperately to make sense of what he’s saying. Why does he sound so - so-

“...Darling?”

-so English?

After a few seconds of bewildered eye contact, he seems to gather that you’re currently incapable of human speech, and lets go of your hand.

“Right then,” he says, and it’s starting to make your head hurt a bit. “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready, then.”

“Yeah.” You nod, plastering on a cheery smile and hurriedly starting to sit up. “Yeah, I’ll, uh - I’ll just be a minute…”

He disappears out the door and you listen as he goes down the stairs and into the kitchen, before reluctantly dragging yourself out of bed and walking over to the wardrobe. What the hell is he doing?

Your first impulse is to say that it’s a prank, that he’s putting on an accent for fun, to try and mess with your head or something. But that can’t be it - Ash and Milo have dragged him into enough of their truth-or-dare games for you to know firsthand how awful he is at accents, and he’d never be able to keep it up for more than a sentence or two, least of all with a straight face. There’s no magic you’ve ever heard of that could make this happen, and people don’t just wake up talking like a completely different person, do they? So is it on purpose? Does he know what he’s doing?

Unsettled, you finish getting dressed and head into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. Maybe that will make things a bit more ordinary, right? You’ve just… woken up on the wrong side of bed. You must just be hearing things. Hopefully, when you go downstairs, everything will be back to normal.

“There you are, darling. All alright?”

You’re in the kitchen. Everything is not back to normal.

It doesn’t smell like coffee. Hazily, you let Sam nudge you into a chair at the dining table, numbly accepting the offered glass of water and bowl of - is that Weetabix? God, you haven’t had this stuff in ages. It’s still as cardboard-y as ever, but you’re not really paying attention. Someone’s feeling unusually chatty this morning, it seems, and it’s starting to seriously throw you off now.

“-and he was going on about something Vincent said - have to admit, half of it was in French so I only got the gist, but-”

A pause, while he takes a sip of his Earl Grey. Your head is going to explode.

“But anyway, apparently it all went a bit pear-shaped - he said he’d had to leg it downstairs ‘cause Alexis had caught him nicking gum off her desk, but there’d been a delivery downstairs, right, and-”

“Are you okay?”

He stops, taken slightly aback, and you realise that you’ve said it out loud.

“You just - you-” Hastily, you try to clarify, hands waving awkwardly in front of you as you speak like it’ll help. “Your voice…”

He has the gall to look confused. “What about it?”

“Oh, you know!” you say through a mouthful of Weetabix. “The accent?”

“Yeah, I… I know,” he replies, like you’ve just told him the sky is blue. “I have one.”

“Not that one!”

Sam takes another sip of tea, utterly bemused. “What other one would I have?”

“But you’re not - you’re American!” Frustrated, your spoon clatters against the empty bowl as you dump it in the sink to wash up later, and you cross your arms as you turn to face him across the kitchen. “You’re literally from Mont Blanc!”

“...Yeah?” He seems to be taking the impromptu interrogation in stride now, raising an eyebrow in what he probably thinks is a playful challenge, but to you it’s reading more as wilful ignorance. “What about it?”

You take a deep, calming breath. It… well, it sort of works.

“Sam.”

“Yes?”

Hopefully, the smile you’re putting on looks a lot easier than it feels, like you’re playing along with the joke. “You can stop doing the voice now, I get it.”

He blinks. “The… voice.”

“Yeah.” Your head is starting to ache, ever so slightly. “The whole British thing.”

“British? But I’m not…?” He finishes his tea, setting the mug down on the countertop behind him, head tipping to one side as he looks at you. “What do you mean?”

“You’re American.”

“Yes,” he says, “Which really shouldn’t be news at this point, darling-”

“And you’ve never lived in the UK.” To be honest, you’re mostly just thinking out loud at this point, but he replies all the same.

“Yes.”

“And you’ve never even been to England before.”

“Well, unless you count a stopover in London on the way to France - must have been… ooh, five, six years ago? Oh, it was wonderful, William wanted us to visit some of his old m-”

“So why are you talking like that!” you wail, thoroughly confused and head aching even worse than before. “It’s not - you - you don’t - aarghh!”

Fuck this, fuck this whole stupid game, fuck this trip to Milo’s house for whatever birthday party bullshit he said he’d do - you’re going back to bed. Now. Sam tries to catch your arm as you pass him, stomping back out of the kitchen and clutching your head in your hands, but he catches sight of your too-sharp teeth and clearly thinks better of it. Good. You’d never actually bite him like this, but it’s just what happens with wolves.

He calls out after you, but you don’t hear it - everything’s just a blur of sound that washes over you in a strange, dizzy wave. In the end, you don’t even make it upstairs, throwing yourself down on the loveseat and grumpily hiding under the blanket draped over the back.

It’s pleasantly warm under here, and everything makes sense. It’s all normal. Nobody says weird things, or talks in some weird voice that they’re not supposed to have. It’s quiet, and it’s dark, and everything is back to how it should be.

Absentmindedly, you realise that you’ve shifted through your pyjamas. Never mind. It’s nice like this, curled up on the soft cushion, nose tucked neatly under your tail. Comforting. Safe.

No sound except your quiet breathing, no light except what little bleeds through the softness of the blanket. Nobody here but you.

There’s nothing to worry about.

There’s nothing going on.

It’s all going to be absolutely f-

“Darlin’, you - woah!”

It takes your eyes barely half a second to adjust to the light, clawing the blanket aside with a low snarl at whoever dares to come and annoy you, but-

“Easy, there!” Wait, this isn’t right - you were downstairs a minute ago. How are you back in bed again? And you’re human again - but you didn’t shift back, did you? “Jesus, you damn near took my head off…”

So caught up in your confusion, you barely even realise what's different now.

“Anyhow, now you’re up, you’d best be gettin’ dressed,” Sam says over his shoulder, turning to leave. “Milo wants us round in an hour, and unless we want another dressing down from Marie, we probably ought to be there on time for once.”

Before he can get too far, you reach out and grab his hand. You don’t really know why. It just feels right.

He looks down at you with a smile, pleased, if a little confused. “You okay?”

“Hmm?” Shaking your head slightly, you’re just happy to hear him. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You were pretty noisy, from what I heard,” he laughs, thumb stroking slowly over the backs of your fingers. “Didn’t know you were a sleeptalker. Havin’ a strange dream or somethin’?”

“I, uh…”

A deep, calming breath. It smells like coffee.

“Yeah, well. Something like that.”

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