#wooden vanity top

[whattheshift]

3/4 Bath - Bathroom Bathroom: A medium-sized farmhouse bathroom with a 3/4 mosaic tile floor and flat-panel cabinets, dark wood cabinets, a one-piece toilet, white walls, a vessel sink, and wood countertops is shown.

[payetasoiree]

Bathroom Miami Example of a huge transitional multicolored tile and stone tile marble floor bathroom design with flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, a two-piece toilet, multicolored walls, a drop-in sink and granite countertops

[inkonparchment]

American Wedding | Part 1

Leon Kennedy x f!Reader

You've never seen him, you’ve never met him and yet here you are, Mrs Kennedy, a fate that was always to be yours since the day you were born. The golden band on your finger catches dust at the train station, hoping that at the very least, he's kind.

warnings: this is set in late 1800s. reader is described as having long, silky hair. allusions to mental and physical abuse (not by Leon). misogyny. marriage of convenience. arranged marriage. implied age gap. absolute zero research for era appropriateness.

word count: 3k

a/n: ink write something normal for once challenge = FAILED. i saw an edit of Leon to the song american wedding where the lyric goes "M-R-S dot kennedy" and thus i went insane. enjoy whatever the hell this is. or dont idk man sometimes i confuse myself.

next.

You’re alone.

There’s not a soul in sight at the train station, the bench creaking under your weight when you had sat down, hot wind blowing up the dust. There’s nothing but barren land stretching on for miles, littered by small rocks and shrubbery. A tumbleweed had passed when you had been the only person to get off at the station, heavy suitcase in hand, tugging your hat firmly on your head. Steam had exhaled from the engine, the slow rumble of the wheels startling you as it took off.

You has pursed your lips, squinting against the harsh sun as you scoured your new environment. Signage indicating the town you’re in, a decaying wooden shed with old benches and a bored looking clerk snoring behind the barred opening indicating ‘Ticket Counter’.

So you sit and wait. Because what else can you do? You take your hat off, afraid it will blow away by the strong wind, placing it on your lap, hands neatly folding on top of it. Your hair has loosened up from the neat bun your mother had made for you, the strands tugged and pulled by the winds. You glance down at your hands, the gold band glittering on your finger, the familiar sensation of nausea burning at the back of your throat.

It’s a stark contrast against the pure white of your most perfect dress over the most delicate looking corset you had ever seen in your life. You think back to this morning, almost feeling like a lifetime ago, numb to it. It flashes by in your mind in messily taken snapshots; the church, the white dress, your father standing over your shoulder with a stern look on his face, watching like a hawk and ignoring the way your hand shook when you signed the papers.

It was the most luxurious ink pen, black with silver indentations, acquired by your father from his travels. It was perhaps his most precious belonging, cradling it with much care and only brandishing it out to sign all his important deals. And wasn’t that what you were? A deal to be signed away?

So you wrote your name next to the man's who was to own you now, in the pretty cursive you had painstakingly learned under your father's tutelage. You flinch, remembering his screaming when one single line would be out of place. I will accept nothing less than perfection, he would bellow at you, vein throbbing at his temple.

And that’s what you do like the perfect daughter you are.

M-R-S dot Kennedy.

You’re confused why you felt so remorseful, sitting like a hollowed out version of yourself, unable to register your mother’s congratulations, her tears wetting the shoulder of your pristine dress as she held you, your father triumphantly receiving his congratulations from the pastor. You knew this was going to happen, the idea reinforced since the day you could understand words. After all hadn’t your mother met your father like this too?

Your mother had done your hair, delicately twisting your long locks up and decorating them with flowers. Men are kind to pretty things, she had said to assure you, glancing at your blank expression in the vanity of your room. She had softly patted make up on your face, stumbling over her words as she tried to explain what to expect at night. Just...try not to move much, it’ll be over soon.

Your mother had given you a lick of girl hood, doing what she could to let you live past your teenage years without a husband to weigh you down. You were allowed to frolic in the estate on your horse, but not for too long. You have to keep your skin perfect, you don’t want to look like a wrinkled prune for your husband.

You had learnt the ways of the kitchen, mastering dishes after dishes, a reprieve from your father’s tempers, a room he would dare not venture in, instead choosing to snap his fingers at his wife to fetch him whatever he wished.

It was a sanctuary for you and your mother, a place where the shadow of her past self would glimmer, a version you had never known, the version who would tell you stories of the Greek heroes and their tragic ends. She had fought hard for you.

At least that’s what the blue and black bruises on her skin would say.

Your father had glanced at you with pride flashing in his eyes and that had soothed you. Finally you had done something to please him, the soft, awkward pat of his hand at your shoulder, snapping you awake. You couldn’t even revel in it, suddenly finding yourself standing at the train station, ticket in your hand. Your father had said that your husband would pick you up, gruffly saying that it would not be wise to run, to attempt to escape your fate. There would be no kindness then.

Tears gather in your waterline, difficult to discern their cause. The barren landscape makes you want to vomit, a stark contrast from the grassy green pastures of your home. And you consider running, your father’s warning echoing in your ears, just taking off in the direction of the sun, abandoning your suitcase. You won’t survive if you do, with no money or precious jewellery on your person, knowing that you would collapse under the scorching sun. But perhaps that end would be better than whatever life waits for you with your husband.

Leon Kennedy.

The man- your husband, that was supposed to pick you up. Your grip tightens on your lap. Maybe he has forgotten, owing to his graying years, his memory not the way it used to be. You’ve conjured up an image of him, someone old and graying, hair missing from his head but his eyes still full with his youthful lust, scouring his prize up and down like a hungry dog. It makes you retch, panic bubbling in the pits of your stomach. That has to be it. Someone who is too old to be on horseback. Why else would he not be present at the church? To whisk you away himself? To have you as soon as he could?

But its fine, you soothe yourself, you’ll be fine. You’ll keep your head down and be a good wife, no delusions of romance set in your mind. What use was it anyway? Love never saved those Greek heroes, you would be a fool to think it could save you. Maybe if you play up the role of a perfect little wife, swollen with his children, he may allow you some breathing room, some books if he is generous. But its okay, you’ll steel yourself and survive, you’ll leave no room for error. You’ll be his most prized possession.

The sound of crunching gravel makes you snap your head up, the sun piercing in your eyes through your tears. You turn your head to see a horse pulled carriage come to a stop. The man commandeering the vessel hops off from the seat, dust clouding around his pristine shoes. He is sharply dressed, you notice, clad in his black suit. The hat hides his face from you, holding it down with his left hand on his head as he walks over, the shimmer of gold catching your eye. You feel your heart hammer in your chest. The wooden floorboards creek as the man steps up on the platform, taking off his hat when he does and straightening up to his height.

Your breath catches in your throat. He is beautiful, glittering in the afternoon sun, his sun bleached hair falling perfectly across his face. He sports a small stubble, face sculpted like a devoted art piece, cool blue eyes stark against the bronze of his skin, wrinkles decorating the corner of his eyes. His suit is pristine, the white of his inner shirt nearly blinding, hiding a well muscled torso from your view, arms bulging against his jacket. He holds his hat against his chest, standing with his hips thrown out, one thigh straddled with a leather holster holding an ivory black revolver. He regards you calmly, eyes stuck to your form before flitting to your suitcase.

You look away, tearing your eyes away from his enraptured form. You feel yourself already failing your promise to be the perfect wife, enamoured by a strange man when a husband awaits for you. So you sit prim and proper, back straightened like you had been taught, ignoring how your heart leapt with every single step he took.

You hope he saves you, takes you roughly by the arm and force you on his carriage, never to be heard from again. After all isn’t that what angels do?

You hold your breath when he comes to stand near you. But still you don’t dare to look at him, hurriedly tugging your hair behind your ear. It’s the way he says your name that freezes you, fingers still against your hair. You’ve never heard it like that before, almost in disbelief, convinced that you heard him wrong. It sounds...sweet, like it means something in the low baritone of his silky voice.

You turn to look at him, the pink of his lips catching your eyes before you avert your eyes, instead focusing on the golden band wrapped around your finger. You nod, spine stiff.

Wordlessly, he picks up the suitcase and shuffles to the side, gesturing towards the carriage with his hat. A world of confusion explodes in your mind, limbs arrested as you struggle to decide what to do. He can’t be him just because he knows your name. Maybe your husband sent someone else in his place, his ranch hand perhaps. You purse your lips, palms slick with sweat as you heave yourself up and begin to walk with shaking steps towards the carriage.

You fix your hat atop your head before stepping into the sun, hiding your hands from the harsh rays should they taint you. You admire the stallion, graceful in his poise, its brown coat gleaming under the afternoon sun, walking around it and reissuing the urge to trace his coat against your fingertips. He looks well loved, well taken care of. You’re too busy staring at the brilliant creature that you don’t notice the man stowing your luggage in the back, hat back on and taking in your dazed form.

He approaches you like how a person would approach an easily startled animal, slowly and silently. He watches as you stiffen up at his presence, holding out his hand to you to help you up. You take it, your soft hand a contrast against his roughed skin, slotting perfectly in his palm. He hold you steady as you climb up, sitting demurely in your seat and wait as he rounds up and joins you. And with a click of his tongue and a tug of the reigns, the two of you begin to move.

This is it, a ball forms in your throat, my last moments of freedom. You close your eyes, feeling the wind fan against your cheeks, savouring the dust that catches in your eyelashes. You blink, watching as the landscape remains unchanged, jostling in your seat against the rough landscape of the road. The man’s presence is burning against you, the cloth of his suit brushing next to the sleeve of your dress. Your eyes flit to his tan hands, fixating on the ring on his left hand. You glance down, admiring how similar it looks to the one you are wearing, yours just a bit thinner than his.

You dare to look up at him, focusing on his side profile. Freckles dot his sun kissed skin, his hair long and caressing his high cheekbones. His eyes are what take you, so blue that it makes you want to drown into them, cool contrasting the suffocating heat. He turns his head and locks gazes with you, heart stuttering in your chest.

“Who are you?” You blurt, unable to stop yourself.

He releases the reigns from his hand closest to you, tipping the brim of his hat, “Leon Kennedy.”

You blink, your heart stuttering. “I… I thought you’d be older.”

He smiles faintly, his gaze turning toward the dusty horizon. “You’re not the first to think that.” There’s a pause. “I suppose I expected…different too.”

If the shock is evident on your face, he doesn’t acknowledge it. But you can feel it in your bones, flooding your whole being. This man is your husband and he is so far beyond from how you imagined him. Your insides twist, forcing you to look away, heat burning your ears.

At least he isn’t hideous to look at. But you don’t let it sway you, knowing that sometimes the prettiest faces hide the ugliest facades, stomach lurching at the thought of various women that he must hide under his arms. And suddenly you find yourself praying that some kindness falls your way.

“I’m sorry for being late,” Leon addresses you softly.

All you can do is meekly shrug your shoulders, mumbling out a “It’s alright.”

The rest of the ride is silent, the sun moving down as the hours pass by, now turning the sky into a deep shade of orange, wisps of cool air around you. Fences start to come in view, the outline of a house appearing in the distance.

Leon pulls the reigns, bringing carriage to a stop, pulling up to grand looking house, clean and proper, the walls a deep shade of brown, looking heavenly against the backdrop of the sky. Your mind is abuzz, throat dry, hoping and pleading that the sun does not leave . You’re frozen in your seat, curious looking laborers gazing at you, suddenly feeling at display.

The carriage jostles as Leon steps off, immediately at your side, looking at you earnestly, more kindly than what you’re used to. He hold out his hand to you and it takes you a few moments before your brain spurs into action, your hand once again enveloped by his. You stare at how your golden ring clicks against his, cool to touch and shining together. He helps you down and you stand like a good wife, waiting as he disappears to grab your luggage, waving away the ranch hand who comes up to offer.

Leon comes to stand next to you, watching you as you watch the house. He clears his throat, your eyes finding his, jutting out his elbow to you. You gulp, slide your hand in the nook of his arm, fingers splayed against his strong bicep, his eyes searching for something in your face before he leads you inside.

Your heart is thundering in your chest. The material of the dress agitates your skin, nervousness grabbing a strong of you. Your mothers words come back to haunt you, remembering what she had said when she laid out the corset and dress on your bed. I...chose this so that it’ll be easier for him, men tend to get...impatient.

You see nothing, smell nothing and feel nothing, eyes rigidly on the floor as you feel yourself slip away like with practiced ease when your father’s loud voice could be heard echoing in the walls, the soothing sensation of paper under your fingers enough to satiate your nerves.

When you blink, you stand in a decent sized room, a four poster bed with cloth draped over it on one side of the room. The colours of the curtains are a soft, pastel blue. There is a  dresser, the most beautiful and intricate designs decorating its surface, its size more than sufficient for you to stow away your belongings.

There is a vanity too, grand and delicate looking, a row of expensive looking perfume vials sitting atop the desk, a silver hair brush and a humble selection of make up. Leon sets your suitcase down without a noise, standing at the doorway, hat now gone as he watches you glide around the room admiring the paintings decorating the walls.

A breath hitches in your throat when you finally approach your bed side, eyes widening at the bookshelf tucked away in the corner with a cushioned chair next to it. You trace your fingers against the spine of the books, gasping and pushing your hair behind your ears to get a better look when you spot the book of Greek fables. You clutch it to your chest, tears once again collecting in your eyes as you twist around to look at Leon.

He offers you a small smile, nothing but fondness and gentleness behind it. He grasps the doorknob, beginning to close it behind him. “This is your room. I hope everything is to your liking.”

He glances at you, a flicker of concern crossing his eyes. “If there’s anything you need… anything at all…”

You stiffen at the gentleness in his voice, uncertain of his meaning. “No please, this all is more than enough,” you murmur.

His notices the tear that escapes your waterline. “Rest. You must have had quite the journey to come here.”

And so you dare. “Mr. Kennedy," You call out, making him stop in his tracks, “I...Are we to not...” You lose the strength, letting out a shaky breath as he patiently waits for you to finish your sentence, “We are husband and wife, are we not?” And you hope he understands, mortified at even thinking to speak on the subject with him. 

His expression softens, looking at you tenderly, understanding dawning on his face. “Yes, we are. But that is not something you need to worry about. I will never force you to do anything that you do not wish to do.” His smile returns, reassuring you. “And it’s Leon. Only Leon.” 

The door shuts and with it you crumble to the floor, pressing the book closer to your chest, the rug soft under your fingers. And you can’t tell if these tears are of despair.

Or if they’re of relief.

[pellucid-constellations]

If It All Fell (2)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst!! (poor Az :/)

a/n: I hope you enjoyy!! :) More to come obvi <3 This is gonna be a long one.

Part 1 ♡, Part 3 ☾

Series Masterlist

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Did the small wooden box on the top shelf of the closet have meaning? 

Was it significant? 

From the bed centered in the middle of the room, you let your eyes take you along the delicate carvings in the wood. They looped and curved, dropping off in the pattern of a star, and then a moon, and then a misshapen cloud. 

You knocked your head to the side, ignoring the deep pain lingering there, and glanced at the empty spot on the dresser by the door. It was the exact size of the box. And the box—in its new, seemingly hidden location—looked haphazardly placed. 

Did they move it for a reason? 

Did they think you wouldn’t notice? 

Was this even your bedroom? 

You figured it must be. Clothes that looked to be your size were hanging in the closet. A vanity sat by the window with products on it that might compliment your complexion. There were paintings you found yourself enjoying hanging on the walls. 

So this must be your bedroom… but there was something missing. 

And it looked as if nothing was in the right place, but you had no frame of reference for where it was all supposed to be. 

You just knew that that wooden box didn’t belong under a knit sweater in the closet. 

The creak of the door drew your attention away from the apparent inaccuracy of the room. Two people entered, and it was a small mercy that you found some recognition in their faces. Majda and Mor slinked into the room, the latter with a sheepish, shy smile on her face, and clicked the door shut with a muted click. 

“Hi,” Mor greeted, as Majda set an absurdly large bag on the bedside table. The blonde shifted her weight between her feet. “My name is Mor. We met in the forest, do you remember?” 

Do you remember? 

It was unintentionally cruel. 

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice when it was so unfamiliar. 

Mor’s smile brightened a touch. “I was hoping you would. Although, with everything that happened I wasn’t going to put too much pressure on you.” She winked, and you were left feeling like an outsider in your own conversation. 

Majda bustled around your bed, asking permission before touching your head and your neck. You granted it to her, if only because she was the only person in the room not attempting to drive an uncomfortable conversation. Mor seemed very sweet, but she was hovering over you and glancing your way as if you were going to explode. 

Maybe you were going to explode. 

It’s not like you would know if that was a common occurrence for you. 

“I know you’ve woken up a few times since returning ho—here,” Mor quickly corrected, playing with her fingers and shifting onto her toes. “You were confused for a while before you fell back to sleep. Do you remember that?” 

Do you remember that? 

You shook your head. Majda’s hands glowed and warmed against your skull. 

Mor pursed her lips. “Hm, I suppose that’s to be expected. It was all a bit disorienting.” 

There were a few moments of silence. Mor dropped herself into the chair that had been pulled up beside the bed, fidgeting every so often. The old healer continued her assessment of you as you stared blankly out the window and tried to pretend there weren’t a pair of brown eyes burning a hole into the side of your face. You could hear footsteps beyond your door. 

They would pace one way, and then the other. 

“No change.” Majda’s voice startled you out of your stupor. She gave you kind eyes and a pat on your cheek. “This is above my abilities. I’m sorry. You are in good health, otherwise.” 

“My head,” you croaked out. Gods, how long had you been asleep? “It hurts. Hasn’t stopped.” 

The healer hummed. “I can give you some tonics, but until the source of this amnesia is sorted out, there will be no definitive fix.” 

A few glass vials clinked against the side table as Majda placed them there and slung her bag over her shoulder. She shared a few hushed words with Mor and then went to the door, swinging it wide as she stepped through it. You caught the tip of a wing in the doorframe, saw those same shadows from before curve around the hinges and pull towards you. 

They were ushered back just as quickly, and then the door shut as well, hiding the hints of your visitor. 

You hadn’t noticed you’d craned your neck to catch a glimpse until you righted it. When you heard more voices in the hall, you looked down at your fingers, blinking back tears you didn’t understand the origins of. 

“Sometimes, you like to read,” Mor said, breaking the silence. “You were in the middle of this book.” 

She placed the thick novel on the blanket beside your legs. Glancing up at Mor’s encouraging smile, you picked it up, feeling its weight in your hand instead of giving in to the one in your chest. You thumbed along the spine and then at the edges of the pages, stopping when your fingers caught on a sharp edge at the top. 

A bookmark—a place where you’d left off. You flipped it open but couldn’t follow a bit of it. 

More tears left your throat feeling thick. 

“What happens now?” you quietly asked, trying desperately not to cry in front of this woman that you didn’t know. 

“Now—” Mor began, clearing her own throat, her voice just as raw as yours. When she sat by your legs, you let some of the glossiness in your eyes show. “—we take things slow. Majda said we shouldn’t rush things until we find a source. Rhys—Rhysand… the one with the pointed ears and a pompous attitude—is in contact with other courts to try and get some help. There are other people in our Inner Circle that might be able to help as well.” 

You bit into your bottom lip until it hurt. “I’m part of this circle?” 

Mor’s smile was sad. “You are.” 

~~ 

You shifted in front of the mirror, uncomfortable despite being alone. It had been three days since you woke up, and each of those three days had been spent in your bedroom. Your bedroom, you had confirmed with Mor. 

The only two people you had been in contact with were Mor and Majda. You could hear other voices in the hall, sometimes see a shadow pass by your balcony at night, but you only ever spoke to Mor. Majda didn’t say much when she came in to check your head and drop off more vials.

“We don’t want to overwhelm you,” Mor had said, but there was something else, too. You weren’t comfortable enough to pry. She looked disappointed that you accepted her reasoning so easily. 

The three days were spent mostly alone, which you hadn’t minded, but the time spent with Mor was filled with stories about you. Where you grew up, how long you studied, all of your favorite things; she was in the business of introducing you to yourself, and she was definitely qualified for the job. 

You had asked her who she was to you, and you received a simple answer at that. 

“I’m your family,” she had said, and then she began talking about you again. 

She always got quiet when you spoke of your connection to others. 

Which was why you had suggested a lunch. 

You spent the better part of the last three days panicking, and then moping, and then aimlessly searching your bedroom for any hints of the life you led before this. All avenues either left you with a headache or emotional exhaustion. 

You remembered the three other men from that day—Rhysand, Azriel, and the one with the longer hair—Cassian, Mor had called him. You wanted to meet them properly… introduce yourself? A ridiculous notion; according to Mor, you’d known everyone for the past 300 years. 

But you didn’t know them, not really. 

And Azriel’s shadows—you wanted to see them the most. You’d been searching for the calm they offered you since the day you woke up, but couldn’t find it in their absence. 

“Are you ready?” Mor asked, a soft knock on the other side of the door. 

“I think so,” you called back. You’d grown more accustomed to the sound of your voice. It was still strange to hear the sound echo back in your head, but as long as you didn’t scream or yell, it was tolerable. 

Mor opened the door, took in your choice of clothes—a purple dress with sleeves that flowed past the wrists—and tried to hide the flutter of her lashes. 

Embarrassment immediately found you. “Was I not supposed to wear this? It was in the back of the closet so I thought—” 

“You look lovely,” Mor assured, linking your arm with hers. Touch was another thing you were growing accustomed to. It was easy with Mor. “You just haven’t worn that in a while. I was surprised to see it.” 

As she walked you down halls you had never seen before, you huffed out a dry laugh. “Well, this is the first time I’m seeing it.” 

Your joke fell flat. Mor smiled back at you, but it was the same smile you always saw. Sad, pained, bittersweet. 

“Who did you say was attending?” you asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from her sad smiles. 

“Just me, Azriel, and Cassian. There are a few more people we typically see on a daily basis, but we wanted to start out small.” 

“To not overwhelm me.” 

“Precisely.” 

Your steps were silent on the marble floor, the silk slippers you chose allowing some of the chill to seep into your toes. “So, why did they choose you?” 

Mor blinked and turned a confused expression your way. “What do you mean?” 

“Why did they choose you as the one person that speaks to me? Are you the least overwhelming of the bunch?” 

“Well that title certainly wouldn’t go to Cassian,” Mor grumbled out. She guided you to a large wooden door and offered you a shrug of her shoulders that looked far too nonchalant. “I was just the best fit for the job. I love you, but… I could handle this.” 

“Handle this? Am I really so terrible?” you asked, trying your hand at another joke. 

Mor’s smile looked more genuine this time as she shook her head. “No. No, you are absolutely wonderful. And that’s the problem.” 

You took a moment to try and decipher her words. Did you mean that much to these people? Did they care so deeply about your memories that only one person could stand to be around you now that they were gone? 

It was difficult not to fall into the immense vat of guilt you now found yourself teetering on the edge of. It was difficult to pretend Mor wasn't looking at you as if you had stolen something from her. 

That was the truth that was missing before—you would be too overwhelming to everyone else. Not the other way around.

Mor gave your hand a fond squeeze as if she could hear your thoughts, and then opened the door. The hinges squeaked and the sheer size of it caused a rather loud echo in the room, but neither of those sounds drowned out the sharp intake of breath from the dining room table. Your eyes immediately shot to the blue glow and the shadows twisting around wide wings. 

Azriel. 

He looked back at you, unblinking, mouth parted. His hair was clean cut and cared for, but something about it looked frazzled and untamed. It didn’t suit the stiffness with which he sat, nor the white-knuckled grip on his fork that he maintained. 

Black wisps slinked across the floor, stopping at your slippers and twisting around your ankles. You broke your stare from Azriel in favor of watching them swirl up your legs. True to your memory—which wasn’t a testament to much these days—their cool presence eased some of the pain in your head. 

A throat cleared. 

You snapped your head up. 

“Uh, I’m Cassian. I don’t know if you remember me from the other day—”

“I do,” you softly interrupted. 

Azriel choked out a shuddering breath. Your eyes lingered on the side of his face before returning to Cassian as he continued with, “Good. That’s good. New memories and all that. Very nice.”

“Cauldron, Cassian,” Mor admonished. “She’s not an invalid.” 

He threw his hands up in a placating gesture. “I didn’t say she was! I was being encouraging.” 

“Great, I’m sure we all feel very encouraged. Come, y/n.” 

You followed Mor blindly until a chair was pressed to your back and a plate was ushered in front of you. There were a few moments of silence, just the clinking of plates and forks, before the panic began to build in your chest. It was a familiar feeling for you, one of the only you could draw memories from. 

You should say something.

Azriel and Cassian, they were doing this for you—taking time away from whatever it was they were supposed to be doing to have a silly lunch. In a normal world, you wouldn’t need to have lunch as a way to reintroduce yourself to your family. 

Were they still your family? 

You knew nothing about them, could reciprocate nothing.

There had been no news about the witch that did this to you and no one told you if Rhysand found anyone to help. 

What if you were stuck like this? 

What if they grew tired of you wasting away in your room and forcing them into lunches and—

“That dish is your favorite.” 

Azriel’s deep voice rasped at the end of his sentence and sent every thought shooting away from your brain. You came back to present, catching yourself taking quick, shallow breaths and staring down at the table with no clear target. 

“You eat it every other week. I—We picked it up from a restaurant along the Sidra, a river in town,” Azriel explained. 

You brought your gaze up from staring a hole into the wood to find Azriel directly across from you, his posture more relaxed than before. His expression was patient, kind, and you nodded back at him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. But that was odd—whispering during a meal. “Thank you,” you tried again, clearer this time. “I appreciate that—”

“Azriel,” he filled in, not allowing you the possibility of a mistake. “My name is Azriel.” 

You knew that. You knew all of their names as well as their faces. There were a few paintings shoved into the back of your closet that you had taken the time to study. 

Did they shove them back there on purpose? 

“It’s nice to meet you, Azriel.” 

Azriel’s jaw quivered, his lashes fluttered. 

He took a bite of salad. 

“I don’t know if you’d be interested,” Cassian began, clearing his throat again. “But we used to—well, no, we currently have a weekly arrangement where you drag me to the theater and make me watch a show and I pretend I hate it but I actually have a great time.” 

The lingering joy on his face made a small smile creep up onto your own. 

“Sound fun to you? Might be nice to get out of that room.” 

You took a deep breath, biting the inside of your cheek. This was a good sign, him wanting to spend time with you… him wanting to be in your presence and not break down into tears or anger or distaste.

“I would love to,” you said. “Although, I don’t know much about theater.” 

Cassian dropped a heavy hand on your shoulder. “Wouldn’t expect you to know much about anything, sweetheart.”

Mor snorted the water she was drinking back into her glass, you let out a surprised, scoff-like laugh, and Cassian grinned from beside you, all teeth and snark and playfulness. 

But Azriel. 

Azriel stood up, his chair screeching as it pushed out abruptly. His napkin was clenched tightly in his hand and the rigidness from before was back and in full-swing. The shadows that had stayed with you for the duration of lunch zoomed back to their master, displacing the material of your dress as they went. 

He had a bleak, hard look in his eye as he stared at no one. 

“Azriel?” you asked, and it was the first time you’d started any semblance of a conversation on your own. Even when you spoke to Mor, she was the one prompting you to speak. 

At the sound of your voice, Azriel quickly turned his gaze toward you, his eyes softening immediately. But just as quickly, his shoulders slumped, his napkin fell to the floor, and his hand came up to cover his mouth. “I—I’m incredibly sorry. I can’t do this.” 

And then he was gone.

Part 3 ☾

[wall-eye]

Didn't get to my sheets today (lil cousin stayed over after thanksgiving so I was otherwise occupied) but still feels great to have my room clean.

[eudaimaniacs]

strawberries - part ii (logan howlett x female reader) | part i

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.4k words

warning/s: smut, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, and one mention of somnophilia

notes: i am feeling a bit better now and finished writing the sequel for my last post. i can't wait to write more since my semestral break is coming (might need some requests for inspiration). enjoy reading!

The smell of fresh and fruity strawberry jam infused the cozy cottage air. You watch Holly as she is tempted to taste it by asking you if she can.

“No, honey. The jam is still hot, and we need to cool it down,” you instructed the eager young girl sitting on the countertop.

It was dinnertime, and you decided to prepare both breakfast and supper. You called Holly to help you prepare the tools and jars needed for the jam. The process took longer as you cared for an energetic and hungry three-year-old. Holly snuck a few strawberries to eat, and you told her that if she had more, there would be less strawberry jam to enjoy. The young girl cried out to her dad, almost taking her away from the kitchen. Logan thankfully calmed Holly down, and she was back to being excited about eating it for breakfast.

“It’s time to prepare for dinner, Holly. Tell your dad it’s time to eat,” you carried your daughter and let her run off to Logan. Holly giggled as she excitedly sprinted to show your husband the fresh strawberry jam and the food the two of you made. You grinned as you prepared the plates and utensils and set them on the wooden table. You went back to the kitchen to get the steak, potatoes, mixed vegetables, and chicken nuggets for Holly.

As you put on the last meal, the middle of the table was decorated with the most beautiful bouquet. Blooming blush peonies and white daisies complimented the sage green table runner you recently bought weeks ago. Holly held a pink peony as she struggled to sit on the chair to eat.

“Bought a last-minute gift for this beautiful dinner, [Y/N],” Logan gushed as he kissed your forehead and sat down. You prayed a short grace before eating, and the three of you began to consume supper. Holly started the usual dinnertime conversations with her tales of imaginary friends, the strawberry jam you made with her, and the jokes she and Logan would make.

As your daughter told the latest fairytale she read, you focused on eating the steak and tried not to touch Logan for the upcoming event tonight. He could smell your arousal even with the delicious food on the table. You were excited to spend the night with Logan, making a new child and sibling for Holly to play with.

While you ate the last steak on your plate, your daughter innocently asks, “Mommy, Daddy, can I get a little sister or brother?”

You and Logan dropped both of your utensils as Holly caught the attention of the two of you. You struggled to answer the question as you glanced at Logan, who was flustered. She had never asked or even hinted that she wanted a sibling in this household. You and Logan wanted another child but agreed to wait some years before having a second child. You went to the nearest neighborhood for Holly to play with children her age, but you sensed that she could get lonely when she’s stuck at home.

“Sure, you can, bub,” Logan replied as he ruffs the soft hair of the young girl. Holly giggled and thanked him before finishing the leftover food on her plate. You chuckle as you see Logan smirk, knowing you two will fulfill the first child’s wish.

You turn on the ballerina music box as you lull Holly, tired from the day of excitement. She groggily remarks how she’s looking forward to tasting the strawberry jam tomorrow morning. You pat her head as you watch her slowly close her eyes and dream until the sun breaks out. You kiss her forehead and head out to go to the bedroom.

“Is she asleep?”

You sit at the vanity chair to brush your hair and see Logan wearing his tank top. Your eyes wander to the tight denim jeans and unbuckled belt. Oh, he was waiting.

You sigh and softly stare at Logan, “Seems like she’s going to have a great dream tonight.”

The dim, yellowish lamp decorating the bedroom made you ethereal and radiant in this intimate setting. Logan intensely stared as he sat on the bed, waiting for you to stop brushing your hair. You hum as you remove your nightrobe little by little. Your heart was pumping faster as you and Logan would make another child. You hear Logan shuffling out of bed and standing next to you.

“Getting impatient here, princess,” Logan’s guttural voice made you shiver. He tucked your hair and imprinted your neck. You moan at the sensation of his tongue marking you. You grab his arm as Logan continues to kiss and bite your neck.

Out of breath, Logan growled, “Let’s go to bed, [Y/N].” He seized your hand and gently pushed you on the mattress. You slowly took off his tank top, exposing his magnificent build and chest hair that will always make you weak. You spread your legs as Logan held himself from tearing off your nightgown. Your lustful and sleepy eyes tell him that you want him, you need him.

Logan clutched the hem of your nightgown and slowly took it off. You sigh as you feel the cold air crashing over your exposed body. The man on top growled as he saw your soft breasts and the transparent, lacy cream panties covering your arousal. You wrap your legs around Logan as your desires of getting fucked and bred by him rise more.

“Too eager, princess?” Logan whispered as he squeezed and massaged your boobs and perked your nipples.

“Oh, yes, fuck. Please give me another child, Lo. Want another kid,” you moaned as you grind yourself on his jeans. Logan chuckled at your impatience and granted both of your wishes. He unzips his pants, takes off his underwear, and slowly enters inside of you. You whine at Logan’s massive size and immediately embrace his broad back. You scratch his back at the intense pleasure. Logan’s drive to breed you until the sun peeks out of the curtains made it more exciting.

He didn’t give the usual rough and fast sex, wanting to be more passionate as he gave you another child. The sight of you carrying his child made him hard, and your commitment to your family made Logan weak and soft. The two of you silently moaned, not wanting to disrupt your peaceful, sleeping daughter. You tapped Logan’s hand, signaling that you were close.

“Want me to fill you up, princess?” Logan huskily said as he quickened his pace.

At a loss for words, you try to reply and state how much you want to be filled with his warm cum and have Logan’s child again. He chuckled as he heard your weak whispers and whines, trying to articulate the upcoming orgasm. Logan positioned your legs over his shoulders, making sure that his seed went inside of you.

“Here it comes, [Y/N]!” Logan growled as he released his warm cum to your tight walls. You moaned at the feeling of his sticky substance coating your pussy. Logan immediately lay beside your shaking, out-of-breath body. You snuggle against his chest as he kisses your head and massages your back.

“Thought we were going to fuck until morning, Lo,” you sleepily remark. You were tired; however, you expected Logan to ensure you were bred. Your lustful and exhausted eyes look at Logan’s soft ones to hear his explanation.

Logan passionately kisses you, your sweet, honey-like taste coating his tastebuds. You yawn as you nestled in his chest, hearing the soft thumping of his heart.

“I wish we could, [Y/N], but we promised to eat strawberry jam with Holly tomorrow morning,” Logan whispered. You giggle at the remembrance that the two of you have to wake up early and eat breakfast with your daughter. You were excited to have another child finally and for Holly to have a sibling to play with.

“You need to sleep, princess. If I get hard again, I might fuck my seed again inside of you,” Logan remarked. You slapped his chest as you lightly scolded him and reminded him that you two needed to be awake in the morning. You hum yourself to sleep and feel your lids closing little by little. The last thing you hear is the soft groans of Logan sleeping. The two of you are in a tight and loving embrace, and you are filled with Logan’s love for you and his growing family. All you could dream of was the taste of your homemade strawberry jam and the conception of you and Logan’s second child.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[hmmarble]

HMMARBLEDESİGN - DRAGON+ (4)

Transforming your bathroom into a luxurious retreat doesn't have to be daunting, especially with the timeless elegance of black marble. The deep, rich tones of black marble not only exude sophistication but also create a striking contrast that can elevate any space. In this blog post, we will explore the allure of a black marble bathroom, highlighting how this dramatic feature can infuse modern elegance into your home.

Black Marble Bathroom

The black marble bathroom is a stunning choice for those looking to create a sophisticated and luxurious space. This bold design element can transform an ordinary bathroom into an exquisite sanctuary. The rich tones and unique veining of black marble bring an air of elegance and style that is both timeless and contemporary.

When incorporating black marble into your bathroom, consider options such as black marble countertops, vanity tops, and even accent walls. The contrast against lighter colors can create a striking and dramatic effect, making your space feel more expansive and well-defined.

One of the key benefits of a black marble bathroom is its versatility. It pairs beautifully with a variety of materials, such as brushed gold or chrome fixtures, and complements different color palettes, from soft whites to vibrant jewel tones. This adaptability allows homeowners to personalize their space while maintaining a cohesive look.

There are various finishes available for black marble, each offering a unique aesthetic. A polished finish provides a sleek, glossy surface that reflects light beautifully, while a honed finish delivers a more understated, matte look that can soften the overall appearance of the bathroom.

Lighting plays a crucial role in showcasing the beauty of a black marble bathroom. Consider installing ambient lighting to highlight the natural veins and texture of the black marble. Additionally, task lighting around mirrors can enhance visibility and add warmth to the space.

To add depth and interest, incorporate other design elements that create contrast and texture. For example, pairing black marble with wooden accents can create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Textiles such as plush towels and bath mats in lighter shades can also soften the overall look.

With its rich aesthetic and timeless appeal, a black marble bathroom is more than just a design choice; it’s an opportunity to create a luxurious retreat in your home. Whether you’re planning a complete renovation or simply looking to refresh your existing space, integrating black marble can elevate your bathroom to new heights.

Modern Marble Bathroom

When it comes to designing a modern marble bathroom, the emphasis is on clean lines, minimalistic features, and the striking appeal of marble. This luxurious stone, often associated with opulence, can elevate your bathroom space into a sanctuary of relaxation.

One of the defining characteristics of a modern marble bathroom is the color palette. While many opt for classic whites and creams, darker shades like black or gray marble create a bold statement. Black marble, with its rich depth and unique veining, can transform traditional notions of bathroom design, making it a chic and contemporary choice.

A key feature in a modern marble bathroom is the seamless integration of marble into various elements, from countertops to flooring. Large format tiles have become increasingly popular, creating a sense of space and continuity. Pairing these tiles with elegant fixtures and understated accessories enhances the overall aesthetic without detracting from the beauty of the marble.

Vanities in a modern marble bathroom often showcase the stone’s natural patterns, turning functional furniture into a visual centerpiece. Choosing sleek hardware and soft-close drawers can maintain a streamlined look, while integrated lighting adds warmth and sophistication.

For those seeking to add a touch of personality, consider incorporating wood elements or contrasting materials like glass. These choices balance the heaviness of marble with lightness, making the bathroom feel both inviting and serene.

Incorporating plants or greenery can breathe life into the cool, polished surfaces of a modern marble bathroom. Strategic placement of greenery not only adds color but also promotes a calming environment.

Lastly, don’t forget about the practicality of maintaining your modern marble bathroom. While marble is undeniably glamorous, it requires regular sealing and care to keep it in pristine condition. Choosing the right products for cleaning and maintenance will ensure your marble retains its beauty for years to come.

Bathroom Marble Design

When it comes to creating a luxurious and sophisticated space, bathroom marble design stands out as an exceptional choice. Marble is known for its timeless beauty, variety, and ability to elevate the overall aesthetic of any bathroom. In this section, we will explore some key elements and ideas related to bathroom marble design.

Choosing the Right Marble

One of the first steps in bathroom marble design is selecting the right type of marble. From classic white Carrara to striking black marquina, the options are abundant. Each type of marble comes with its unique veining and color variations, allowing you to match the marble to your personal style. Consider how different marbles will interact with your bathroom's lighting and the overall color scheme to create the desired atmosphere.

Incorporating Patterns

Another exciting aspect of bathroom marble design is the ability to incorporate patterns. Marble can be cut and laid out in various patterns like herringbone, checkerboard, or even geometric shapes. These designs can add depth and interest to your bathroom, making it feel more dynamic and stylish.

Combining with Other Materials

To enhance your bathroom marble design, consider combining marble with other materials. Pairing marble with warm woods, sleek metals, or even vibrant tiles can create an intriguing contrast and elevate the space further. This combination can help to soften the look of marble, making it feel more inviting and less formal.

Accent Features

Incorporating marble accent features like vanity tops, shower surrounds, or even marble sinks can transform a standard bathroom into a luxurious retreat. These elements become focal points in the design, drawing attention and admiration. For a truly unique touch, consider custom marble pieces that reflect your style.

Maintenance and Care

While the beauty of marble is undeniable, it's important to consider its maintenance. Proper care, including regular sealing and careful cleaning, will keep your bathroom marble design looking pristine. Avoid harsh chemicals that can damage the stone, and always use coasters or mats to prevent stains and scratches.

In summary, bathroom marble design offers a wealth of possibilities to create a stunning and elegant space. With the right choices and careful planning, you can achieve a bathroom that embodies luxury and style.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

SWEETNESS ~ BUGGY

LA!buggy x straw hat!reader

Based off of this post bc it made me giggle PT 2

Nattie speaks: y’all this mf clown has no right to be so fine but LAWRD. I’d do anything just for one lick. This is short nd simple but cute🤭

ZORO DRAGGED HIS FEET across the wooden floors of the Going Merry, ignoring the muffled screeching of the clown head inside the dark sack as he set his eyes on thing. Nightfall was approaching, everyone on the ship wanted some rest, yet nobody was getting any with the constant whining of Buggy. The green haired man pushed open your door, making you jumped slightly as you looked towards him with a raised brow.

“I give up, all yours now.” Zoro voiced practically dripped in annoyance, he tossed the sack across the room, making it land onto the soft cushion of your bed before slamming the door behind him.

You could hear groans coming from the sack, “Damn you, you fucking broccoli-haired ass!” You chuckled softly, putting down the comb you had in your hand and walking towards the scruffy bag. As you released the clown head he sighed in content, breathing in the fresh scent of berries that engulfed the room. “Ah, sweetness, so good to see you!”

“Nice to see you too, Buggy.” You giggled, “You doing alright there?” You asked, smiling a bit as the man got comfortable on your bed.

“Much better now that I have you in front of me.” He winked with a flirtatious smirk on his red painted lips. “I definitely thought he was going to put me with that weird chef guy again so he could chop me into piece and cook me or something.”

“Looks like you got lucky today.” You smirked back, grabbing him and placing him on the small vanity, going back to combing through your hair. Buggy was a simple man, with simple needs, especially since his whole body was gone. The angle his head was facing gave him more fuel into his dirty thoughts. His eyes directly faced your chest, eyes captured on the line of cleavage peeking from the low cut tank top you had on. He was hypnotized by you, for the first time since he was taken by Luffy and placed on the ship to sail away to Arlong island he’d gone completely silent.

You simply hummed, clueless of how the clown shifted slightly to get a closer view. You suddenly let out a huff, dropping the comb and looking over at the clown. “Y’know, I like having you around here, you totally make me feel special and even though the rest of the crew might really, really not like you, know I’m on your side.”

“Mhmm.” Buggy hummed in response, eyes hungrily watching you. “I appreciate that, sweetness.”

You smiled. “You hungry?” You stood up and took him in your arms, cradling him carefully like he was a baby. The blue hairs that peaked from under the striped bandana tickled your skin.

Buggy enjoyed being around you, especially since you were so generous and careful with him, the others simply tossed him into the sack or an empty barrel whenever he even spoke. But you, you fed him, you defended him, you took care of him and did the exact opposite of what everyone else did. “I’m hungry for one thing, that’s for sure, sweetness.” The clown replied, eyes still clued onto your tits as you entered the small kitchen.

“Hey, maybe we can brush through that tangled mess once we get a quick snack.” You replied giddily with a big smile, “Hey, and wanna know another thing—“ You heard a string of groans follow as soon as you stepped into the room with Buggy.

“I gave him to you specifically to get away from him.” Zoro groaned, making Sanji nod in agreement.

“I’ll be out soon, stop your whining.” You replied with a roll of your eyes, reaching for the basket of fruit and picking out two apples. You picked up a knife and cutting board, quickly going to work and chopping up a few apple slices. “So as I was saying, nobody has ever taken me seriously, which why I also like you, you don’t make fun of me which is what many others do.”

Zoro and Sanji glanced at eachother with questioning looks as you proceeded with your mini rant, both of them making eye contact with the clown head that smirked at them, a cheeky look in his eyes.

“But I mean, Luffy chose me to be a part of his crew so obviously I can be more, I’m not dumb, and I feel like more people need to take me seriously.”

“Hey.” The clown smirked as he watched your every move, finally speaking up about his slight obsessing with your chest. “Nice tits.”

“Thank you!” You happily replied with a smile, placing the slices on a clean plate and taking Buggy back to your room as everyone stared in shock. “Goodnight boys!”

“Yeah, goodnight fellas!” Buggy called out, and if only he’d had the rest of his body he’d most definitely be given them a middle finger.

“How is it that a clown can do better at getting that girl then me?” Sanji muttered in annoyance.

Forever will live, love, and laugh Buggy

yummy, I <3 men who are bbyg’s

[moraxsthrone]

nsfw. mdni. diluc x f!reader. art source.

diluc isn't quite home yet, but the idea of taking you wherever he finds you once he gets there makes his mind race with thoughts that makes his member stir in his slacks.

by the time he enters the manor, his cock is straining beneath the dark fabric, leaving a dark streak where his precum has dribbled down the front of his thigh. he always focuses his thoughts on you in moments that test his patience and today has been a particularly rough day.

opening one of the winery's large wooden doors, diluc is met by adelinde who offers to take his coat. he asks her where he can find you before waving her off with a quiet grunt and heading towards your shared bedchamber, two stairs at a time.

you turn with a gasp when you hear the door of your private chamber swing open. with cheeks dusted rosy pink, your husband closes the door behind himself and latches the lock. he's got that look in his eyes. the one you know all too well.

a moment later your lips meet, his tongue conquering yours, his hands exploring and squeezing at your flesh. your chuckle is broken when he grips your waist and spins you around, forcing your aroused breasts down onto the hard wooden surface of your vanity. diluc's breathing is heavy with lust when you hear the unbuckling of his belt and the unzipping of his pants, his palm pressed to the center of your back all the while.

"l-luc..." you sigh.

the press of his thick cockhead, already warm and wet with pre, against your opening is almost more than you can take. your eyes roll back, fingers curling over the top of your vanity as your husband buries his fat cock deep inside the wet heat of your twitching cunt.

you whine and you whimper as diluc begins to fuck you in earnest. perfume bottles and little glass jars of moisturizer begin to rattle and skid across the surface of your vanity as his balls slap against your clit.

"so...so fucking beautiful..." your husband breathes behind you, watching your cream streak along the large vein on top of his cock as it disappears between your swollen pussy lips over and over again. "you take me so well, my love...n-need you..."

you hazard a glance in the vanity mirror in front of you, finding your husband's dark crimson eyes, wide and lust blown, looking right back at you as he grunts between hard thrusts, telling you how much he loves you...

diluc m.list

18+ reblogs, comments, likes, and follows always appreciated! ❤️

[robinminustherichard]

I Carry You With Every Breath I Take

Buck & Maddie focused, BuckTommy and Madney heavily mentioned.

Gen | No Warnings Apply

Summary: In an effort to be better to their living son, Buck’s parents had sent what could have been called his baby box if it wasn't so obvious that the wood was new and definitely not over thirty years old.

Buck and Tommy are expecting a baby; Buck's parent's attempt at righting a wrong shines a light on what Maddie had forgotten and what Buck never knew.

FULL STORY BELOW CUT

In an effort to be better to their living son, Buck’s parents had sent what could have been called his baby box if it wasn't so obvious that the wood was new and definitely not over thirty years old. Buck was surprised when he took the large package it had come in from the delivery woman's hands and immediately zeroed in on the small Phillip and Margret Buckley that began the return address line. 

Settled in on the couch with the package open before him and the wooden box adorned laid out, Buck sighed. In the twenty minutes since sitting down Buck hadn't yet found the courage to open it. Holding off longer, he checked the cardboard package for a note and found one, along with something pink and velvety. Pulling both out, Buck saw that the pink thing was some sort of box as well, much smaller than the wooden one but almost familiar. When he moved the note off of it, he saw a gold, cursive ‘M’ stamped into the top, and his mind immediately supplied memories of the box and it's permanent place on Maddie's vanity growing up--her jewelry box. 

With the package empty and everything out in front of him, Buck still couldn't open them. He sighed, set his shoulders, and stood up. He grabbed the empty package and moved to take it out to the garage, break it down, and recycle it. The items could wait until he had some back up.

Half an hour later, Buck was still stubbornly walking past the coffee table without looking down at its surface, tidying up the living room and definitely not wishing that Tommy could hurry up and come through the door even though he knew it would be another two hours before he was off shift and headed home.

He arranged their shoes more neatly in the rack by the door, grabbed a hoodie he had thrown onto the stair banister and took it to the laundry room, and took the clean clothes out of the dryer, into a basket, and up to their bedroom. He stood in the doorway of the yellow nursery next door, frowning at the way the new paint smell still lingered. He walked to the window and opened it, letting fresh air ruffle the curtains and air things out. While he stood at the window contemplating the next three small tasks he could dredge up to keep himself busy, he was surprised to see Maddie's car pull into their driveway. 

Wasting no time, Buck headed quickly down the stairs to meet her at the door. When he opened it she was just making it to the porch stairs and she looked as surprised to see him as he was to see her. 

“Buck! Hi! Did you hear my car?” She smiled at him, reaching for a hug. 

Buck hugged her back, laughing quietly. 

“Nah,” he told her, letting her go and gesturing her into the house. “I was opening the window in the nursery and saw you.” 

Maddie perked up at that as she slipped her shoes off and set her purse down in the entryway. 

“Oh! How's it coming? What paint color did you end up choosing?” 

“It's good! We can check it out before you leave. It was a harsh battle between buttercup meadow and bumble breeze, but ultimately the council decided on bumble breeze. I do like it, I just wish the paint smell was gone already.” 

Maddie laughed, following Buck down the hallway towards the living room. 

“The council, huh?” She said, tone clearly and question.” 

“Eddie, Chris, and Sal of course.” Buck told her, glancing back and chuckling. They came into the living room and Buck paused at the long console table that held Tommy's it's not hipster if I’m just old, Evan record player and the large bay window that bathed the living room in rich sunlight every evening. “In reality it was Eddie and Sal absolutely caving to Christopher's choice when he said ‘I think this would have made me happy as a baby’. As if his favorite color wasn't actually blue for years.” 

Maddie laughed again, nodding. “Yeah, I think that would have gotten anyone.” 

Buck nodded, letting the conversation lapse for a few seconds before being direct. 

“Did you need something or--not, not that you can't just drop by or anything, you totally can but--” 

Maddie grinned bringing a hand up to wave Buck's rambling off. 

“No, I had gotten a call from Mom asking me to come over because, quote, “The FedEx is saying that my package for both of you got to Buck's house but I’m worried it will get stolen, Maddie. I've seen that on the news, you know”.” Maddie paused, taking a breath after an honestly passable imitation of their mother's voice. “So I told her I would come over. I would have told her that it was fine, you could handle getting a package, but honestly I didn't want you to get a call on your day off too. I need to pick Jee up from school in an hour and a half anyway, so I figured I would come over. Speaking of which--” 

She pulled out her phone and typed out a text, sending it off with a firm press to the screen before she looked around. 

“I'm telling Mom that you got it.” Here, she paused. “You did get it right? No one actually stole it?” 

Buck laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. 

“No, no. I even signed for it. I already tossed the box but you can see it for yourself, I haven't opened anything yet.” 

Buck led Maddie over to the couch, and plopped down. 

“Oh!” she exclaimed before joining him, hands immediately reaching for the pink box. “Oh, wow. My old jewelry box. I haven't thought about this in years.” She was grinning, running her fingers along the side of it and examining a little lock holding the lid closed that Buck hadn't noticed before. 

Buck hummed, watching Maddie and trying not to look at his part of the package. 

That, however, did not stop Maddie's eyes from leaving her box, skating over the note, and landing--then widening--over the wooden box. 

“Oh.” She said again, less excited this time. “Is that--” 

Buck let out a deep sigh, hand subconsciously reaching up to rub at his next. 

“Yeah, um.” He swallowed “I-uh, I think it's supposed to be my Baby Box. Like the one they gave you before Jee was born.” 

Unable to help himself, Buck laughed a little darkly. 

“Of course, they definitely just got this one from pottery barn last week or something. So, it's not really a Baby Box. I guess it's a “you're thirty-seven and will have a baby soon, so here's something we managed to put together on the fly” box.” 

He lost steam by the time he finished speaking, sighing again. Sometimes all he could do about his parents was sigh. He slumped backward into the couch and looked at Maddie, who was looking at the box with brows furrowed. 

“I'm sorry, Buck. At least they're trying?” 

Buck appreciated that Maddie was always trying to take the scraps of love his parents gave him and make a blanket out of it. Most days it was just a little too small, like it just couldn't cover him, but today he let it warm him. Be better for your kid, Buck. Move on if only for your kid. 

He gave Maddie a small smile and let out a small, “Yeah, you're right.” 

Maddie smiled at him, the way she always had when she knew she couldn't get them to be better parents, but she could get Buck to let it go for a little bit. 

Buck sucked a breath in and sat up again. 

“Well, uh, should we--should we read the note first?” 

Maddie perked up and reached for it. 

“Yes! The box came to your house, so why don't you read it?” 

Buck nodded, taking the note and unfolding it. 

“Buck,” he said, voice steadying out as he read, “we wanted to send you this box of memories from when you were a baby. You probably have noticed that this box is too new to have been bought all of those years ago--you always noticed things like that.”

At this, Buck felt himself tense, clearing his throat before continuing. 

“And you're right, it is new. You already know that we made mistakes, and we can't make up for them. So, this box is not your baby box. But we hope--” 

Buck felt his eyes sting, and he pressed his lips together. 

“We hope that this can be your baby's box. Inside is another box for you to keep the pictures of you safe when you start to fill this one with all of the wonderful things you gather in your baby's life. You were a beautiful baby, and though we know you don't know yet who the father of your baby is, we can't help but hope that they look just like you did. Love, Mom and Dad.” 

Buck paused here, pulling in a shaky breath. He jumped a bit when Maddie's hand rubbed his back soothingly. He had almost forgotten she was there. 

“Hey,” Maddie said quietly, ducking down to catch Buck's eye from where he was still looking at the paper in front of him, the words swimming across the page. “It's okay, Buck.” 

Buck nodded, sniffling hard and reaching a sleeve-clad fist up to rub at his eyes. 

“Ye-yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks, Maddie.” 

Buck looked at the paper again, seeing another line underneath the sign off. 

“P.S.,” He read out again, voice only cracking a little. “Your baby's cousin is getting older. Please give the jewelry box also enclosed to Maddie so that Jee-Yun can see what her mom used to wear when she was that age.” 

Maddie winced, sighing. “Yeah, thanks, Mom. I think the extra postage would have been worth keeping the moment a moment.” 

Buck chuckled, folding the note back up and putting it back on the table, staring once again at the wooden box. He breathed steadily before looking at Maddie. 

“Can uh, can we open yours first? I don't think I'm ready for mine.” 

Maddie nodded, giving him a squeeze on the arm before reaching for the box. 

“Well, we can do that if you've got a...tiny lock-picking kit? I think the reason I left this at home is because I lost the key to it a long time ago.” 

She turned it left and right in her hands, pulling at the lid and frowning. Buck laughed, holding a hand out. 

“That lock is like, 40 years old at this point. I think a screwdriver will take care of it.” 

Maddie handed it over and Buck stood to take it into the kitchen. He reached into their junk drawer and grabbed a screw driver that wasn't good enough to keep in the garage, Evan, but not bad enough to throw it away, and set at the lock. Secretly, he hopped the lock and the screwdriver would break. 

The lock popped open without much of a fight, and Buck looked at the intact screwdriver before rolling his eyes and putting it back into the drawer. He took the box back to Maddie and held it out to her. 

“Thanks!” 

Maddie opened the box, and with the lid open Buck could see an absolute riot of colors, plastic, and chains. 

“Oh ho ho, wow.” Buck laughed as he sat back down, looking over into the box. “That is quite the collection.” 

“Hey!” Maddie exclaimed, pretending to be offended. “I will have you know that all of this was the absolute height of fashion in the late nineties.” 

Buck leveled a flat look at her and she cracked, laughing brightly. 

“Yeah, you're right. It's kind of a mess.” she reached into the box, pulling a long necklace that looked like it was made of aquarium rocks and fishing line out of the pile and examining it. “But, she's not wrong. I think Jee is going to love this stuff.” 

Buck nodded, knowing it was true based on the outfits that Jee had begun to put together for her days at school. 

Maddie continued pulling things out, eventually grabbing the entire bottom tray and lifting it. 

“If I remember, there's even a-” she paused, coaxing the tray out all of the way. “Yes! There's a little secret compartment.” 

Buck watched in interest as a small ribbon loop appeared on one of the seams of the box. Maddie gripped it before looking up at Buck with a grin. 

“What do we think pre-teen to teen Maddie hid in here? Love notes?” Maddie moved her eyebrows up and down and Buck laughed along. 

“Knowing you it's probably just all of the A+ marks from all of your assignments.” 

“What?!” She exclaimed, Mouth dropping open. “Come on, no way I was that boring.” 

She looked back down on the ribbon and pulled, taking the false bottom out completely and revealing a small compartment that contained a few pieces of paper and a small, dark cylinder. 

Maddie reached for the papers first, chuckling when they turned out to be two movie ticket stubs and an old game of M.A.S.H. on notebook paper. She turned the ticket stubs over in her hand and sighed.

“Andy Jensen.” 

Buck raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate. “Uh, who?” 

“Andy Jensen, my first movie date.” 

Buck laughed, peaking at the tickets. 

“Did he get you the big popcorn or was he cheap?” 

“Oh, he was the perfect gentleman. The big popcorn and a box of raisinettes.” 

Buck wrinkled his nose and scoffed. 

“Raisinettes? Gross.” 

“Hey!” She whacked Buck with the back of her hand that still held the tickets. “It's not like they ever took us to the movies so I didn't know.” 

Buck allowed that one with a nod. He tilted his head at her and raised an eyebrow.

“How did you get them to let you go? You couldn't have been older than twelve.” 

Maddie grinned, leaning in as if to share a secret. 

“They thought I was at a speech and debate tournament.” 

“What?! You lied to them and snuck around? You?”

Maddie laughed, her eyes closing as she did. 

“Yes,” She looked at Buck seriously. “And that's the reason I only have two. I knew that there was no way I could get away with three.” 

Evan laughed, shaking his head. “Now that I do believe.” 

Maddie's laugh tapered out and she looked back down at the box. Her hand reached in for the last remaining thing, the cylinder. 

“Is this--” she held it up to the light, “is this film?” 

She twisted It around in her hands and shook it. 

“It must be. Wow. Talk about a throwback. Are there even places that will still develop this?” 

Buck looked at it thoughtfully. “Yeah, there's some specialty camera shops that will do it, I think.” 

Maddie nodded, setting the canister down to the side and began to reassemble the jewelry box before closing its lid and looking to Buck, hands on her lap. 

“Well,” she began, and Buck groaned, “It's your turn. Do you want me to open it?” 

“No uh,” Buck licked his lips, nodding once to steel himself before reaching out for his box. “No, thanks though. I've got it, I think.” 

Buck opened the box slowly and took in what he saw. Maddie leaned over so their arms were pressed together and she could see as well. 

On top, covering the rest of the contents, was a yellow baby blanket folded neatly. The blanket was soft under his hands as he took it out and smoothed it over one thigh. He ran his fingers over one of it’'s stitched edges, wondering at the way the yellow almost, almost looked exactly like bumble breeze. 

Buck forced himself to go back to the box, reaching in for the next thing he saw: a tiny beanie-style hat with a line of even tinier circus animals marching across the lip. He smiled at it, setting it on top of the blanket. 

Next was a soft cotton bib whose color scheme just screamed early nineties, followed by two board books: Goodnight Moon and Where’s Spot?. Evan looked at both, unable to pull up even a hint of a memory of his parents reading either. But, Maddie reached over to grab both and started to coo over them. 

“Oh, wow. You used to love this one.” She held up Where's Spot?, and Buck could see that one corner of the book was frayed and honestly looked chewed on. Maddie clocked his look and chuckled. “You really loved this one.” 

She set the books on the coffee table for him and made a gesture to encourage him to continue. 

Unsurprisingly, there isn't much more in the box. Buck feels a pang of disappointment that he thinks will always be there, and pushes on anyway. 

He grabs for what he thinks is a stuffed animal first, though he doesn't know what color it's supposed to be and honestly he's not sure if it's a dog, a cat, or a very smooth sheep. 

Maddie makes a noise as it comes out of the box, a cross between an exclamation and a sigh. 

“Bingo.” she breathes, looking at the...rabbit? 

“Excuse me?” Buck asks, confused. 

Maddie shook herself and smiled. 

“That's bingo, your dog. You used to take him everywhere with you. I completely forgot about him.” 

Buck handed the dog --a dog? Really?--over to her, because even if she wasn't reaching for it he knew she wanted to hold it. 

She smiled at him gratefully and ran her fingers over it's head. 

“It was pretty cute, you used to sleep with him tucked in next to you. I thought you had lost him.” 

Buck couldn't help but smile softly at her and try to remember the stuffed animal. 

“He certainly looks like something that belonged to me.” Buck said, trying to bring her back around with a laugh. It worked, and she laughed quietly. 

“Definitely. He's the reason I know how to sew, actually. You had caught his leg on a nail in the fence around mom's garden and cried and cried over it, thinking you had hurt him.” 

Maddie gently turned bingo over and found his back leg which had a slightly wonky line of blue stitches on it. 

“The next day I checked out a book on sewing from the library and snuck some thread and a needle out of mom's sewing kit. I stayed up half the night stabbing myself, but it was worth it when you said that he was “all better again” and thanked me.” 

Maddie looked far away for a second before she closed her eyes, swallowed, and smiled up at him, handing bingo back. 

“It was kind of insufferably adorable. If your kid is anything like it you're going to have a hard time not spoiling them.” 

Buck took the attempt at levity for what it was and laughed with her. He already knew Tommy will fold at any little thing, so he needs to make sure one of them keeps it together. 

Buck sets Bingo down gingerly and can't help but notice Maddie battling to not look at it further. He braced himself for the last item in the larger box; a smaller, more ornately carved box with brass corner pieces. He reached in to pull the smaller box out and held it over his lap, still holding the blanket, hat, and bib. 

Buck was sure he had seen baby pictures of himself at some point, but he couldn't remember any, and this felt like the first time. Buck opened the box and stared down at a stack of pictures, not too many, just enough to fill out the bottom of the box. 

Pulling the pictures out, he leaned into Maddie's space and she held the other side of the pictures lightly. The first was of an impossibly tiny baby with a pink birth mark on either side of one eyebrow, asleep in the hospital. 

“Wow.” Buck breathed out almost involuntarily, grappling with seeing himself so small. 

“I know,” Maddie said, pressing their shoulders together. “You were so tiny.” 

Buck flipped to the next picture--it was Maddie, holding him in a hospital chair, grinning widely. 

Maddie giggled a bit at the picture, surprised to see her own young face. 

“I was so excited because I hadn't known Daniel as a baby, so when you were born I thought I was so grown up getting to hold you and help take care of you.” 

Buck sighed softly, taking in the picture before flipping to the next. 

The rest of the pictures were similar: baby Buck in a crib, baby Buck standing up in a play pen with a gummy smile, baby Buck being held by Maddie in the sunlight. 

When he came back around to the first picture, Buck wasn't sure if he was happy to have the pictures in his hands or even more disappointed than before when he realized it was so few of them. 

Maddie took the pictures out of his hand gently, placing them back into the smaller box and closing its lid, taking it from him with both hands and setting it on the coffee table. 

Her arms wrapped around him and held tight; Buck just let it wash over him for a moment. 

They were quiet, just taking it in and letting Buck's mind spin through a hundred thoughts before trusting himself to speak. 

“Wow, that uh.” Buck swallowed hard, not sure where he was going. “Well. I'm, uh, I'm glad they sent the stuff. Really.” 

“Buck--” 

“No, really, Maddie. I am glad. And I've got this box for the baby, right? And this stuff--this blanket and the books, and Bingo.” 

Buck forced a grin to stretch across his face before running a hand through his hair and lifting the other items off of his lap and back into the baby box. He continued speaking when he saw Maddie's worried look. 

“Really, Maddie. I'm okay. This is a good thing.” He breathed deeply. “And your box too, huh? That's some fun stuff, Jee is really gonna love it.” 

Maddie finally accepted Buck's diversions and nodded. 

“You're right, this is a good thing, Buck.” Maddie sniffed a little and grabbed her box and the film canister that Buck had forgotten about. “And...I've got about 25 minutes to get to Jee's school or I'm going to be trapped in the pick up line forever. I’m sorry to run on you--when is Tommy off shift?” 

Buck gave her a small smile and stood up with her as she checked her watch. 

“Not long,” he told her, “He should be home within the hour and then we've got nursery furniture shopping with the council at 6.” 

Maddie laughed, walking toward the front door. 

“Well, I hope the council makes some good decisions. Or, well, Christopher at least.” 

Buck grinned, following her and holding the door open as she got her shoes and bag, stuffing the pink box and canister into it and fishing out her keys. 

“It's a good thing he has good taste. Honestly, I trust him more than Eddie and Sal.” 

Maddie laughed, turning to Buck once more and putting a hand on his arm. 

“I know this is hard, Buck. But I hope you know how special you've always been. And how nice it was for me to remember what those days were like.” 

Buck softened, nodding. 

“Yeah. Like I said. It's a good thing, right? New beginnings.” 

Maddie smiled again before blinking and nodding determinedly. 

“Okay, I'm off to pick up. Let's do dinner soon, okay? Soon enough you won't have nearly as much free time.” 

“You got, Maddie. Just let me know the time and place.” 

Maddie smiled once more before stepping down the stairs, getting into her car, and driving away. Buck waited until her car disappeared around the corner of the street before he went back inside. 

Back in the living room, Buck sunk back into the couch feeling drained. He had about 40 minutes until Tommy was home, so he put everything Back into the baby box, tossed the note in the recycling, and looked around helplessly before realizing he should probably just leave the box there to be explained and dealt with later. At the very least, Tommy would love to see the pictures. 

Time passed and Buck went back to his little tasks, closing the nursery window, switching the load of laundry from washer to dryer, emptying the bathroom trash. Finally, he heard the front door open and Tommy’s keys hit the console table. 

“Evan?” He heard Tommy call out. “What's this?” 

Buck knew he was talking about the box, and he prepared himself to go over the story again. At least he felt a little more solid this time around. 

“It's from my parents,” Buck called back. “For the baby. I'll be right there.” 

Three weeks passed from the day Buck got the package from his parents, and he had completely forgotten about the little mystery that was inadvertently included, until Maddie, Chimney, and Jee came over for dinner. 

The dinner was smooth and casual, talking about the baby which would be coming very soon, about how excited Jee was for a cousin, making fun of Tommy for the mistake he and Eddie made by building the crib in the living room instead of the nursery and not realizing that their home didn't have the widest of doors. 

Buck felt good, the closer they got to the due date. He felt settled in himself in so many ways that he hadn't before, felt like he was ready for this and all of the change it would bring to his life. Buck knew that he and Tommy had an entire family and support network with them and that their baby would grow up never questioning that they were loved, always warm in ways that Buck and Tommy didn't have. 

As the night wound down, Buck was showing Maddie the finished nursery, the sun setting and casting a dreamy glow on the room, with its yellow walls and cream colored carpet. They found themselves sitting in the matching rocking chairs Buck and Tommy had been so insistent on, talking about sleeping arrangements, diaper disposal, and anything else that came to mind. 

The conversation tapered off and Buck saw Maddie looking at the open closet, where the wooden baby box had sat untouched since Buck placed it there after going through its contents with Tommy. 

“There was something else I wanted to show you,” Maddie said. “But I need you to bring the box downstairs.” 

Buck looked at her curiously, but knew from the look on her face that she wouldn't be explaining further until he had complied. He nodded, and got up to get the box. 

Maddie stood and met him at the door, gesturing for him to lead the way. 

Downstairs, Tommy and Chim were talking quietly as they cleaned the kitchen post-dinner, and Jee had found her way to her favorite napping spot: the window seat in the breakfast nook, and was out like a light. 

Like before, Buck found himself on the couch with Maddie; a box of all the things that made their lives complicated in front of them. 

Maddie paused, and reached around the couch where her purse was set down upon their arrival. 

“I found a specialty shop, and they charged me an arm and a leg, but they got that film that was in my jewelry box developed. I was able to pick it up today, and I wanted to go through the photos with you. I started to look at them earlier, but the first one told me what they were, and I wanted you to be here for the rest.” 

Buck nodded, feeling like something was stuck in his throat, unable to speak louder than a whisper. 

“Okay.” 

Maddie pulled a paper envelope from her purse and slid it open, revealing a thick stack of photos. 

The first was, at first, strange to Buck: a white hospital room, a bed with a yellow rectangle held up in front of it, two hands just visible gripping the top. To the side, a woman in a nurse's uniform looking at the rectangle and smiling softly. 

“Is that--” Buck started, but Maddie put the photo down on the table to show the next one--the photo almost completely yellow, broken up only by a neat line of blue stitches, which, upon further inspection, slipped into three cursive letters before evening back out: an M, a D, and an E. 

Buck understood now why Maddie wanted the box. He tore his eyes from the pictures and opened the baby box, pulling the blanket out of its fold and scanning along the seam until he found the letters; running his finger along them gently. 

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him suddenly, looking down at the delicate stitching. 

“Maddie, Daniel, and Evan.” Buck breathed, touching each letter as he said the names. He held it out to Maddie for her to examine, and she did with shining eyes. 

“The woman in the picture was his nurse, Sarah. She was so sweet--and she must have made this for him to give to you.” 

Buck just breathed for a moment, unsure of what to do other than marvel at the blanket and photos. 

“And,” Maddie began again, “there's more.” 

Maddie began laying photos out, almost all of Daniel. But--they were about Buck. 

Daniel holding the little hat with circus animals up with a grin. 

Daniel, hand wrapped around an IV pole, standing on a chair to glance into a room which had a line of babies in bassinets in it. 

Daniel, holding a drawing up in front of his chest that said “Welcome, Baby Evan!” in wonky kid font. 

Daniel and Maddie with Bingo, looking new--and much more like a dog--in between them with a bow on its head. 

Daniel, holding Buck, a look of wonder on his face. 

Buck didn't know when he started crying, but he quickly wiped away a tear that fell on a photo of a drawing of a family with a little baby, with the initials “DB” written proudly in the corner. 

Buck couldn't bring himself to look at Maddie; but couldn't continue looking at the photos without breaking into an all out sob.

“Buck,” Maddie said gently, reaching out to him with a tissue she must have produced in the magic way that Mom's can, and one more photo. “This one, out of all of them, is really for you.” 

Buck took both, blocking out the world for just a moment by covering both eyes with the tissue and just trying to breathe. When he felt like he wasn't completely shaking apart anymore, he looked down at the photo that Maddie handed him. This one was different--there was no Daniel, no hospital, nothing but a note written in clear penmanship taking up the entire photo. 

Buck took a rattling inhale and read the note out loud. 

“Dear Evan, 

 My name is Sarah, and I was your brother Daniel’s nurse. Today, your brother learned that he won't be around to watch you grow up. He wanted me to write this note to you and make sure you get it some day. I'm taking a photo of it and giving the film to your sister. Daniel writes: 

Hi Evan, my name is Daniel, and I was your brother. Nurse Sarah is helping me write to you because I am going to die soon, and I won't be there to be your big brother. I'm really sorry I have to leave, Evan, I think I really would have liked to be your brother. I don't think you'll remember me, so Nurse Sarah made you a blanket that says M, D, and E on it, so you always know that we were together. Also, she gave me a little hat that you can wear with some of my favorite animals on it, and she even bought a little dog at the hospital gift shop here and she's letting Maddie and I say it was a gift from us. 

Maddie told me that you were born to try and help me get better, but I don't think that's very fair, because you're just a little baby and if the doctors can't help me, how could you? I'm really sick but that isn't your fault. If Maddie was telling the truth, I'm okay with being sick, because it means you got to be born.  

I love you, Evan. You are the best little brother ever. Maddie is a good big sister, even if she is a little annoying sometimes, but she is gonna help you. I hope you get to grow up and have lots of fun, and have a good life. I hope you never get sick like me. 

Nurse Sarah says that some day, after you have had a really good life, we will get to be together again and you will remember me then. I think that will be really nice, and I hope that I can be a good brother when that happens. 

Love, Daniel” 

Buck's voice tapered off, and he felt tears rolling hot down his cheeks, unending. He felt like he was shaking, like he was far away and too close all at once, like he was taken apart and told to start again.

He startled when he felt Maddie crash into his side, sobbing herself, hiccuping in breaths. Buck turned fully to envelop her, pressing his check against the top of her head and just trying to stay in one piece. 

He doesn't know how long they stayed like that, but they finally broke apart when Chimney gathered the photos up to keep them safe in the envelope and Tommy was sliding into the couch behind Buck to support his body. Buck looked down, furiously scrubbing at his eyes with his shirt sleeve and gasping quietly. Tommy lifted his arm behind Buck and Buck fell into it gratefully; hoping that Tommy could take the burden of keeping him grounded just for a little bit. 

Chimney finished putting the pictures away and kneeled before Maddie, talking quietly to her as she dabbed at her eyes with another tissue. They both nodded, and then looked over at Buck and Tommy. 

“Well,” Chimney started, falling back to his talent for keeping things light, “who needs dessert when you have life-shifting catharsis to fill you up? It's late, and I think right now everyone needs to process for a little while. We're gonna get Jee and head home.” 

Buck felt Tommy nod, but couldn't bring himself to look over or speak. 

“Okay, Howie. Thanks for coming, guys.” 

Chimney said something else, but Buck missed it completely and only really registered Maddie kissing him on his head before they made their way out into the warm August night. 

Buck came back to himself in stops and starts, feeling dried out and exhausted. He moved finally and looked at Tommy, who looked calmly back at him and brushed the curls from Buck's forehead. 

“Hi, Evan.” he said quietly, eyes roving over Buck’s face. “Do you want to go lay down, now?” 

Buck nodded, scrubbing at his fast with tired hands before standing when Tommy did. 

“I'm just gonna get you some water, you can head up if you like.” 

Tommy stepped away and headed to the kitchen, but Buck was frozen, eyes drawn to the yellow blanket still out on the couch, where it ended up scrunched between him and Maddie. 

Tommy came back with a glass of water in his hand and stopped, his other hand coming to rest on Buck's lower back. 

“Evan?” 

Buck's mouth opened but it took a moment for words to form.

“I...I had a brother. His name was Daniel. He died, but he loved me.” 

Buck felt like something was unfurling within him, like a padlocked door was being opened at long last. 

“He was so little, and he was so sick, and he knew he was going to die. But he loved me anyway.” 

Tommy stayed quiet, letting Buck speak at his own pace. 

“If it wasn't for Daniel, I wouldn't have been born. And what happened after was neither of our faults. And he tried so hard to make sure I knew that he loved me. In some ways, he succeeded. This blanket, the little dog, the hat. But in so many ways I might have never known.” 

Buck takes one last heaving breath, feeling like he was breaking the surface of the ocean after holding his breath beneath the waves for too long. 

“Growing up I felt like I could never figure it out, I could never be what I was supposed to be. But I think...I was just supposed to live. To live when he couldn't, and to know I was loved, even when I couldn't see it.” 

Buck looked at Tommy, face determined. 

“I don't want his love to go on being locked away, unknown...undeveloped for decades.” 

Tommy bent down to sit the glass of water softly on the coffee table, then gathered Buck into his arms. 

“I think,” he said slowly, speaking right by Buck’s ears, “that when that little girl is born next month, Danielle is going to be the perfect name.” 

Buck sees it, through that opening door inside him. Sees a little girl wrapped in a yellow blanket, wrapped in love deferred, love anew, love unending.

He breathes, he settles, and he feels whole. 

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Heard you want more requests 👀. I have many ideas for Clarisse lol.

Clarisse x Fem!Child of Aphrodite Reader who was a beauty queen for pageants before joining camp. Often snarky and Brattish but really sweet to Clarisse.

Clarisse finds a box in her cabin under readers bed, Polaroids of her old pageants where she won. Reader also still has her favorite dress and a framed picture of herself in the box along with all of her Polaroids.

Reader walks in on her admiring the contents of the box?

- Marshmellow :]

- it’s not my fault -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Aphrodite! Reader

An - this is giving Regina George and I’m here for it, also if this sucks my excuse is I’m sick 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Most people called you condescending. Fair. But they wasn’t all there was to you. You were a pageant queen, who knows how many you’ve won at this point.

From bright red dresses to dull black ones you’ve had every design from X Y to Z. Coming to camp you gave that up though. The dream of being miss universe becoming just a thought instead of reality.

But you couldn’t completely give it all up. Inside your cabin and under the bunk there was a box holding some old pictures of you in all your glory, next to it was a black dress bag that held a stunning dress; one that complimented your figure and hair. One that you were supposed to wear at a pageant before your saytr Guide dragged her away.

—

“What are You doing” You raised an eyebrow as clarisse got into the floor looking under your bed. You were sitting on the vanity beside your bunk doing your 10 step skin care while clarisse, bless her soul only trusted soap and water.

All your siblings were out at a party in the woods giving you the cabin to just you and clarisse.

“I’m grabbing a box” her voice mumbled from the wooden frame. As she pulled out a rose colored box you mentally groaned knowing why she was doing it.

“Really? It’s tacky Lise”

“No it’s adorable” she corrected with a smile. Sitting on the edge of the bed she started to go through the photos, pointing out each dress she liked or wish she had the chance to see in person. “See look” Clarisse leaned over the edge pushing the picture onto your desk. “In this picture I’m telling you your mother blessed you or something because you’re glowing”

“And your cringe” You gave a sarcastic response taking the picture back. Clarisse rolled her eyes tilting her head to the side giving you the chance to lean down, giving her a small kiss.

The lavender scented lip Mask sticking onto clarisses chapped lips. “Babe.. I love you but please for the love of the gods let me do your skin, your lips are so fucked up” you ghosted your thumb over her bottom lip.

“Only, if you’ll try on that dress that’s under your bunk that you act like doesn’t exist”

“Why do You Wanna See That”

“Because im curious”

You gave her a suspicious look before just Tossing your headband aside. You reached under the bed, Pulling out the dress bag you quickly unzipped it. Clarisses attitude was like a child on Christmas.

You started taking your shirt off, Having to get undressed to even put the dress on. You tossed your bra into clarisses face with a smile. “You’re staring”

Clarisse Just shrugged, you knew she had no shame.

Stepping into the dress you shimmied the skin tight fabric up your body until it was over your chest. Zipping it up and flipping your hair to the side you placed your hands on your hips. “There” you dramatically sighed.

You watched as clarisse did a critical look over your body before responding. “Looked better in my mind”

“Your the wors” You laughed pushing her down onto the bed. Unable to move properly however you fell directly on top of her. Clarisse helped move You to the side, running her hands up and down your body.

“Seriously though it looks perfect on you” she mumbled. “Thank you baby” you smiled closing the gap and giving her a small kiss.

The cabin door opened, one of your siblings stepping inside with her boyfriend. “Get out!” You practically screamed causing the girl to run out. You rolled your eyes once again “I swear their all stupid” playing with a strand of clarisses hair you smiled wide. “Ok skin care time!”

[honeyedmiller]

When You Wish On a Shooting Star | Javier Peña

dedicated to my babes @party-hearses and @ilovepedro. thank you both for getting me super excited to write this and encouraging me, always. big smooches to you both.

pairing: husband!javier peña x f!wife!reader

disclaimer: this one shot has elements that are inspired by @inthe-dark-tonight's Whatever's on Tonight getaway trope, and @kiwisbell's Honey-Do married couple wanting to try for a baby trope.

warnings: light alcohol consumption, established relationship (marriage), talks of starting a family, reader is depicted as shorter than Javier, reader's described to have a big family, smut (unprotected piv, praise, breeding kink, fingering, f & m oral, face fucking, making out, pretty vanilla love making lol), no use of y/n, 18+. minors, do not interact.

word count: 4.3k

synopsis: you and javier celebrate your third wedding anniversary at a little getaway.

dividers by the lovely @saradika

“Almost there, hermosa.” Javi brushes his thumb onto your thigh, and you reach down to give his hand a squeeze. 

Your wedding ring glints in the California sun as you head up the mountain to your little getaway in Lake Arrowhead. You were visiting family down in California, deciding to extend your vacation for your three year wedding anniversary. 

Being married to Javi was a dream in itself. He was your best friend, the love of your life, your soulmate. You’d met him at a grocery store back in Laredo, where he happened to help you reach something at the very back of the top shelf. He asked you for your number and took you on a date later that same week, and you both never looked back. 

The scenic drive up to your cabin was none less than breathtaking. Greenery surrounded the hilly road you were driving on, and in the distance, the lake glistened brilliantly under the sun. 

Javi pulled up to the driveway of the cabin, putting the rental car in park. You unbuckle your seatbelt and smile at your husband as he opens the passenger door for you, offering you his hand. You take it and hop out of the car, stretching your stiff limbs that’ve been stagnant for two hours. 

“This place is beautiful.” You murmur, taking in the scenery around you. 

“Not as beautiful as you, cariño.” Javi smiles at you cheekily, pulling a sweet laugh from you. 

“Ever the sweet talker, Mr. Peña.”

“Only for you, Mrs. Peña.” He grins down at you as he rounds to the back of the car to take out your suitcases and the cooler full of food and drinks for the weekend. 

You both take your stuff into the massive cabin, in awe of the sight before you. The cozy living room was right in your line of view as you walked into the house, kitchen right behind it with the dining room table next to the back door that led out to the huge wooden patio. There were floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen, giving you a perfect view of the patio and the trees that surrounded the back of the cabin. The brown leather recliners and couch were strewn with hand-knitted blankets and a quilt with a black bear printed across the entirety of it. Across from the couches was a small fireplace with fresh wood ready to be burned, should it turn too cold. 

Off to the left down a small hallway were two separate bedrooms, a laundry room, and a bathroom. To the right, next to the kitchen and living room, was the master bedroom. You started to walk that way with your bags as Javi set the cooler down next to the kitchen island. 

A California king bed sat in the middle of the master bedroom with a wooden bedframe and headboard. Two nightstands adorned either side of the spacious bed, and right across from the bed was a TV. To the left of the bed was the bathroom that had a double vanity and a long, dark tiled shower. 

The place was more than cozy, perfect for the weekend. You set your bags on either respectable side of the bed, sighing in content. 

You heard the wooden floors softly creak behind you, causing you to turn around and look up at your husband. His thick, dark hair was slightly messy from him running his hands through it a few times, tan skin glowing, and his once sad, dark eyes now glistened with pure joy as he set his gaze on you. You couldn’t help the smile that adorned your lips as he neared you, pulling you flush against his body as large hands gripped your hips. 

He leaned down to softly peck the tip of your nose, your cheek, then your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, hands landing on his sturdy chest as they slid up to connect at the back of his neck. 

He pulled apart from you reluctantly, sighing as he rested his forehead against yours. He rubbed his nose softly against yours, hands moving down to your ass to give it a playful squeeze. You subtly jump in surprise, gasping at his touch. 

“We should start making dinner, mi amor. It’s nearly five.” You suggest, pulling back slightly as your gaze meets his once more. 

“Mm, you’re right, but kissing you sounds so much better right now.” 

You giggle at his advances as you move back slightly while he tries to plant another kiss on your lips. He pouts at you, giving your ass another squeeze. 

“Relájate, Romeo, we have plenty of time for that this weekend. Let your wife make you a good home cooked meal, hm?” You grin up at him, carding your fingers through the thick hairs at the base of his neck. 

“As long as I get to help.” He negotiates, and you nod. 

“Deal.”

-

You both settled on making steak fajitas with rice and pico de gallo. It was a favorite of yours before you ever met Javi, and when you made it for him for the first time four years ago, it easily became one of his favorite meals as well. Spanish music played over the small speaker you brought along, and you were subtly swaying your hips to the beat as you started to cook the steak. 

Javi was chopping the ingredients for the pico before he set the knife down, wiping his hands off on a dishrag on the counter before moving over to you, hands gently resting on your waist. You look up at him and smile, puckering your lips so he’d meet you halfway to kiss you. His lips landed gently on yours before his hands moved to the front of your body, idling on your stomach. His thumbs caressed you gently over the tanktop you were wearing. 

He hummed along to the song playing, bending down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. His hips swayed with yours, lips ghosting your pulse point with a kiss. It was intimate moments like this that still gave you rumbling butterflies in your tummy after all these years of knowing him and being married. Javier had always secretly been a romantic, but he didn’t really  show that vulnerable side of himself until he met you. 

“Mi amor,” Javi said softly, and you hummed in response. “What do you say we start trying for a baby?” His voice is gentle, almost cautionary. 

You halt your movements and look up at him, brows furrowed. “You mean it?” You ask, lips unintentionally forming into that cute pout that Javi loves so much. 

He nods, splaying one hand across your stomach while the other moves up to slot your chin between his index finger and thumb in the gentlest manner. 

“I mean it, corazón. I want to start a family with you. Criar a nuestros hijos en el rancho.” 

You bite your lip to suppress the pure excitement that coursed through you, the thought of having and raising children with Javi and creating your own little family is a dream come true. You grew up in a big family, so you were very clear with Javi before you two even got married that you wanted at least two to three kids. 

“Okay, Javi. Let’s start a family,” You smile as you kiss him twice. “But let’s eat dinner first.” You laugh, and he chuckles as he gives you one final kiss before moving back to the cutting board at the opposite counter from you, a smile on his lips that never faltered. 

You two enjoyed dinner in a comfortable silence, other than Javier praising your cooking skills. You sipped on a glass of wine with your dinner as you both watched the sun set through the tall glass windows, the kitchen and living room basking in hues of gold and orange. It was nightfall before you knew it, and Javier helped you clean up all of the dishes in the sink before you two stepped out onto the back patio. 

There was barely any light pollution, so the stars were crystal clear to the naked eye. You stared up at the sky in awe, gasping when you saw a shooting star graze across the black night sky. You closed your eyes and wished for what you wanted most at the moment: a family of your own with Javi. 

It may’ve been silly to others that you made a wish on a shooting star at your age, but you didn’t care. You’ve always found traditions like that to be special, and if it worked, all the better. 

Javier pulled you in tight to him, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed the crown of your head. You both stayed like that for what felt like hours, but you didn’t mind it one bit. Javi didn’t have to say much in order for you to know that he loved you with all his heart. He was an acts of service and touch kinda guy, so his hands were on you even in the subtlest of ways if he could help it, or he was doing small but kind gestures for you constantly. He rocked you back and forth slowly, indulging in the peace that surrounded you both out here. 

All that was heard was the song of crickets and the wind rustling the surrounding trees in the most miniscule way. 

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the bubble of bliss you were enraptured in with your husband, pulling away from him as you rubbed his back. 

“Let's go take our showers and put on a movie, yeah?” You suggest, and he nods in agreement before kissing your forehead and leading you back inside. He made sure all the doors were locked up before finding you in the master bedroom, rummaging through your bag for your pajamas. While he was expecting you to pull out the oversized t-shirt of his you claimed you didn't steal back when you two first started dating years ago, he was surprised when you pulled out a satin pink nightgown that left very little to the imagination. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans, nearly moaning at the sight as he pictured you in it. 

“Where’d you get this, querida?” He asks as he reaches out to thumb the material, dropping it back down after a couple of seconds. 

“Jessica and I went shopping a couple of weeks back. Told me to get something cute for our anniversary,” You laugh, recalling your cousin practically forcing you to buy the nightgown. “Why, you like?” You wriggle your eyebrows up and down, and Javi smirks down at you. 

“Mm, I love, bebita. Remind me to send Jessica a thank you text.” He chuckles, and you grin shyly as you tuck the material under your arm. 

“Vamos vaquero, let’s save water and shower together.” You nudge your head in the direction of the shower, and Javi tosses his infamous smirk your way. He gathers his things in his hands before setting them down on the sink counter, turning on the shower to a comfortable temperature for you both. You started to strip your clothes off your body, ready to wash the long day away and get into bed. Javier turned around to find you fully naked, and his eyes seemed to have turned darker in milliseconds. 

“Eres hermosa.” Javi murmured, stepping in front of you to place a kiss on your lips. 

“You think so?” You tease, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“I know so, baby. Even moreso when you’re carrying my children.” He presses a hand to your bare stomach, the coolness of his wedding band a stark contrast from the warmth of his body. 

“Guess we better start then, huh?” You tease, playing with the hem of his shirt before sliding it up his torso and over his head. You worked at his belt buckle, tongue darting between your lips to wet them as your concentration was zeroed in on getting the leather material off of your husband’s hips. You let the belt fall to the floor with a dull ‘clunk’, fingers moving deftly to get his jean button and zipper undone. He shucked his jeans off of himself along with his boxers and socks, now fully bare for you to admire. You placed both hands on his chest, lips colliding with his in such fervor. Your hands trail down his chest and torso, nails lightly scratching his tan skin. Your hands moved even further south, coming into contact with the coarse hair that sat right above his cock. 

Javier backed you into the shower, lips never leaving yours. The warm water cascaded down both of your bodies, relaxing your muscles instantaneously. One hand moved back up to Javier’s now-wet hair, while the other gently grasped his hardened length. You gave the silky flesh a few tugs before Javier groaned, separating your lips. 

“Bebita, fuck.” He gasped, jaw falling slack as he squeezed his eyes shut. You looked up at your husband in pure adoration, absolutely loving that you still had such an affect on him. Your touch sent Javier into a damn frenzy, whole body igniting from the inside out and succumbing to you. 

You started by leaving hot, wet kisses on his neck, trailing down to his chest where you gently nipped his skin and soothed the assault with your tongue. You moved down to his torso, kissing him everywhere he had scars from his crazy past chasing Escobar in Colombia. You eventually sank to your knees, still keeping a steady rhythm as you tugged his weeping cock in your hand. You placed soft kisses all around his thighs gently, tantalizingly, in an unbearably teasing manner. You looked up at Javi through your lashes, who was already breathing heavily as he watched you intently. 

A saccharine smile curled onto your lips before sticking your tongue out to lick the tip of his head, salty pre cum glazing it. You hum in delight, wrapping your lips around the tip fully before releasing him once more. You gave his cock a couple of more gentle tugs before licking the vein that ran underneath his thick length, causing him to twitch. You knew exactly what made him tick, how to please him instantly, and what would make him practically beg for mercy. He knew all of those things about you too, so it was a fair trade. You two have explored a lot throughout the years you’ve been together, so knowing what made each other come undone came naturally to the both of you at this point. 

You put him back into your mouth, this time moving all the way down until your nose met the curly, coarse hairs at the base of his heavy cock. You swallowed around his tip as it hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes as you tried your hardest not to gag. 

“Just like that baby. Feels so fucking good.” Javi praised, threading his fingers through your wet hair. You moved back up, hollowing your cheeks out as you did so. Javi was panting above you, looking down at you with a nearly animalistic stare. 

“Pretty fucking mouth wrapped around my cock. For my eyes only, baby, nobody else’s. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” His encouragement had you whining around him as you set a steady pace on him. You gripped the back of his thighs as he started to set his own pace, practically fucking himself into your mouth. 

You moaned around him as you rubbed your thighs together, clit practically pulsating with heavy desire and need. You were a patient woman, but you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on for. 

“Fuck, cariño, I’m gonna—fuck.” He hissed, and you tightly wrapped your lips around his tip as he came, swallowing everything he gave you. He gently pulled you up by your arms and pushed you against the cold tile of the shower wall, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth. He smashed his lips to yours, kissing you with such a sense of urgency. He kissed you like he’d practically die if he didn’t have your lips on his. His tongue slipped into your mouth, hand moving up to softly cradle your face. 

Your lungs burned and begged for air, but you didn’t care. Kissing the love of your life so passionately was a hell of a way to go. 

“I love you, my sweet girl.” Javi said, panting against you. 

“I love you too, handsome.” 

“Yeah? How much?” He grinned against your lips as his hand slotted itself between your legs, wasting no time as he started to rub your clit gently. You groan at the sensation, hips grinding onto his hand. “Enough to let me put a baby in you? Hm?” 

You whine at his words, nodding feverishly. “Yes, Javi.” Your voice was coarse, breathing labored as his thick fingers kept toying with your heat. He slid his fingers through your folds, completely coating them with your slick before inserting his ring and middle finger into you. You cry out at the sensation, arching your back off of the wall and into him. He wraps his arm around you to hold you and keep you steady as he scissors his fingers in and out of you. 

“Javi.” You moan, nails clawing at his back. He groans your name and kisses your neck and collarbone, nipping at your skin. 

He got down on his knees this time and attached his greedy mouth to your clit, licking and sucking the swollen bundle of nerves as he kept moving his fingers at a delicious pace. He moved his free hand up to cup your breasts one by one, toying with your sensitive peaks as you cried out his name. One of your hands gripped the back of his head, the other holding onto his shoulder as you steadied yourself. You felt your legs start to shake as your orgasm rapidly approached, a hot flame licking its way all through your body. You tossed your head back as you kept chanting Javi’s name like a prayer, moaning loudly as you easily tipped over the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you like waves to a shore, your whole body engulfed in the blissful feeling. Your knees buckled under you for a second, but Javi made sure to catch you. 

He was always there to catch you. 

You squeezed your eyes shut as he removed his fingers from you, standing up to kiss you on the lips. Javier has been the only man who’s ever been able to make you orgasm every single time you both got intimate, and you joked to him on your wedding night after the reception that that was a reason why you married him. 

Javier took pride in making you feel good. He always wanted you to feel comfortable, and hell, even blissful, especially if he could help it. 

“How do you feel, cariño?” He asks, stroking your wet hair. 

“Amazing.” You breathed, grinning up at him. He kissed your lips and smiled down at you, and you both continued with the rest of your shower. He insisted that he washed your hair and body, you doing the same for him. 

Once you two were all cleaned off, Javier turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, and you, one around your hair and another around your body. 

Javier watched you lovingly as you applied your skincare generously, thinking to himself how lucky he was that you’re his wife. You both brushed your teeth and slipped on your respective pajamas, combing out your hair and climbing into bed. 

“What movie do you wanna watch?” He asks softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest. You rested your head on him, easily hearing the thrum of his strong, steady heartbeat. 

“Whatever you want, baby.” You said, tracing mindless patterns on his torso. 

He ended up settling with Dirty Dancing. 

About twenty minutes into the movie, his watch started to beep on his nightstand. He grabbed it and looked at the time, noticing it was 12:00 a.m.

“Feliz aniversario, amor de mi vida.” You look up at him with a smile, leaning up to capture his lips into yours. 

“Happy anniversary, Javi.” You rub your nose against his, maneuvering your body so you straddled him. He grabbed onto your hips, rubbing slow circles into your hip bones. You looked down at him with pure adoration, tracing his facial features and the shadows that were casted on his face from the light of the TV. 

“I love you,” You lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you,” You repeat, moving to kiss his dimple that you adore so much. “I love you,” Your voice is nothing but a whisper as you kiss his ear, nibbling softly on his earlobe. “I love you.” You kiss his neck tenderly, letting your lips linger there for a few seconds before moving your face in front of his to look at him once more. 

“You’re the light of life, baby. I wake up so grateful every day that you’re the one I get to come home to. You’re the one I get to spend the rest of my life with. You’re the one I get to have children with,” He trails off, easily flipping you over so your body is under his. He slots himself between your legs, grinding his crotch into yours. Your bare heat caught on the fabric of his boxers just right, eliciting a strangled moan from your throat. “I love you. Let me make you a mom, please.” He whispers, nosing along your jawline to press a kiss at the spot right beneath your ear. 

You nod frantically, and he easily discards his boxers so he’s left bare once more. He looks down at you, admiring your body adorned in the pink satin nightgown that was already ridden up past your hips, exposing your glistening pussy to him perfectly. 

“So perfect, baby,” He whispers, grabbing his cock as he lined his tip up with your entrance. “You ready?” He asks, though he already knows the answer. 

“Put a baby in me, Peña.” You tease, and he chuckles as he pushes into you. You gasp while he groans, Javier easily sliding to the hilt with how wet you were for him. 

“So fucking tight.” He grits, closing his eyes for a couple of seconds before opening them to look down at you. You smile softly up at him, lips parting as he starts to rock his hips. He’s gentle; a switch up from your normal pace with him. The thought of him making love to you on your anniversary just absolutely melted your heart, but you knew as soon as you got back from your plans in town later on in the day, he wasn’t going to go so easy on you. You liked when Javier was rough with you, but this was a nice change in pace while it was going to last. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into the bottom of his back. “Feel so good, mi amor.” You breathe, focusing on every ridge and vein that was sliding in and out of you. 

“So do you, bebita. Can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re carrying my child.” He drops his head down, kissing you gently. You card your fingers through his damp hair, grinding your hips up into his. You moan into his mouth, cock stretching you so divinely. Even at this slower pace, it made you cry out for him, the push and pull of his cock so heavenly. 

He separated his lips from yours, trailing them down to your breasts. He swirled his hot tongue on one sensitive peak while he tugged at the other, licking and pulling in a synchronized pace with his thrusts. A whine was bubbling in your throat as you tugged on his hair, eliciting a groan from him. 

In that moment, all that surrounded you was your loving husband. The feeling of him on you, in you, the smell of his shampoo, the heat radiating from his body—all elements entirely engulfing you in the man that is Javier Peña. 

You couldn't imagine your life with anyone else. You didn’t want to imagine it. Javier was yours, the love of your life, and the father of your future children. 

Javier groaned your name as you clenched down on him, cunt fluttering as you felt the familiar heat lick inside of your core. 

“I love you, hermosa.” Javi whispered, moving a hand down to your clit to give you that little extra push you needed to come undone. 

“I love you too.” You threaded your fingers together behind the back of his neck, pulling him down once more to kiss him. He swallowed your wanton moans, hips bucking as his pace picked up and his fingers on your clit didn’t let up. 

“Javi, baby, I’m—” You cry, barely able to focus as your orgasm was so close. 

“I’ve got you, bebita, you can let go.” He softly encourages, albeit breathless. 

That white hot ball of fire engulfed your body as a whole, making you clench around Javi’s cock rhythmically. He groaned out your name before kissing you once again, eyes screwed shut as he came undone, his warmth spilling into you. 

He dropped his head to your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm, kissing your skin before moving his head back up to look down at you. 

“You’re so perfect, mi amor.” Javi praises as he slowly slides out of you, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest in one swift motion. You were still dazed from your orgasm, so you just kissed his chest and nuzzled into him, whispering how you loved him and ‘happy anniversary’. You were happy. Content. So enamored with your husband, and this new journey of trying for a baby was nothing short of exhilarating. 

You were just hoping that your wish upon that star would come true.  

tags: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin ; @amanitacowboy ; @bastardmandennis ; @nostalxgic ; @holesandlividity ; @pamasaur

[trailedstar]

LIPSTICK SMEARS

﹙ BOOTHILL x MALE READER﹚ petnames (babe, darling), reader not explicitly feminine just dabbles in makeup, pure fluff, references to boothill's backstory but very vague. 611 wc

꒰ you always fancied yourself a bright red lip, deciding to use your boyfriend as a way to blot off that excess makeup!

bright red lipstick twirled from an ornate golden tube, intricate details forged into its material. the candlelight danced across its surface, casting shadows that flickered and swayed like flames themselves.

as your lips parted, the smooth, waxy cylinder hovered just above them, ready to release its scarlet payload. the tip of the lipstick nudged against your lips, guiding them as you pressed forward, feeling the cool wax against your skin.

with delicate strokes, you traced the contour of your lips, blending the color seamlessly into the natural creases and curves. the soft, supple texture of the lipstick melted onto your skin, leaving a sheen that seemed to catch the candlelight.

“ah— too much.” you mumbled slightly, glancing into the mirror. the lipstick, once appearing thinly applied, now looked heavy on your lips. a pout formed, that certainly wouldn’t do.

"i think ya look fine, darlin'.. i don’ mind kissin’ ya with too much lipstick." boothill shrugged as a grin played on his lips, those razor sharp teeth never managing to look intimidating to you.

“well, if you don’t mind…” you whispered, standing up from the plush seating before the vanity as you set the golden tube down on the wooden surface.

taking the opportunity, you climbed on top of boothill, legs straddling his metal waist. calculating your next move, boothill’s eyes locked onto yours, finding heaven is those gorgeous hues. heaven wasn’t plush clouds and golden gates as far as the eye could see. it took the form of the man sitting on him, gazing down at him through half-lidded eyes and lips painted bright red. your fingers tangled through his black locks as you whispered his name.

“h, hey now, lil’ gentleman…” stutters left boothill, an echo of an angel in your ears. the heaven you adored rested on your fingertips, cool metal remnants of him from the edges of his cover to the entirety of his soul.

blood buzzed in his ears, his mind awash with embarrassment as you peppered down kisses on the cold metal. red smeared across the alloy surface, lipstick staining it like a declaration of possession. your lips were like magnets, drawing him closer. his mechanical limbs shuddered under the weight of your touch, the heat from your skin feeling as if it were burning through the synthetic fibers.

“dang… yer somethin’” he muttered, still looking at the way you moved. the feel of your lips on him, so soft and warm, sent shivers through his metal frame — a reminder of what he once was. it was an odd sensation, to feel a shred of his former human self, to feel something so lifelike, he couldn't deny it. he could feel the blood pulsing through his synthetic veins, the heat of your breath on his cold, metal chest.

“you said you didn’t mind.” you hummed softly, thumb brushing against one of your kiss marks causing the waxy red to smear across the surface. grinning teasingly, you kissed another mark onto boothill.

“ya got me there, babe… i didn’t expect ya ta do… that.” metal fingers brushed the back of black hair, itching it embarrassingly.

“mm… you look good with all these.” mumbling beneath you breath, you pulled back to admire your artwork. his alloy body was littered with red lipstick marks, an elegant display of possession. your own promise to never allow your beloved to face the same pain he once did.

“maybe ya should make some more on me, darlin’” boothill’s metal fingertips brushed against your lips, the red smearing down onto your chin as he smirked.

“as my beautiful boy wishes..” you matched his smirk as you moved to continue raining more kisses.

trailedstar. do not plagarise, repost, or translate without my permission.

[billk4ulitzsecretlvr]

could you maybe write a threesome with Bill and Tom and their girl best friend (they're all like childhood best friends) who's still a virgin? They're messing around one day and one thing leads to the other but they're telling each other it's not wrong cause it doesn't mean anything ... obviously that's a lie but they're all enjoying it way too much to stop. please please

A/N ☆ : I've never actually written a threesome fic before so please forgive me if I over use names / pronouns or focus too much on one character and not the other !

☆ This fic contains : p in v , threeway , brothers ?? Technically , y/n , oral play ( m and f ) , spit , bbrief edging ( ? )

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The twins. Always the boys that were your best friends, always each other's best friends. It was your guys' small group, not that there'd ever need to be anybody else.

You were invited over by the older of the two, Tom. The one with the mattlocks. They were long, always kept in a pony tail that was swallowed up by his flat brim and beanie combination. Blonde, brown, and dirty brown was the complection of colors in his hair.

He was always the more laid back one, easily relaxing and would much rather do so than to go out and party.. or hangout in large quantities of people.

But you? You were always an exception. For both of them, of course.

Tom had a younger brother, Bill. He was only younger by ten minutes, and god, he didn't disappoint when he grew up.

The boy was thin, fast metabolism helped towards keeping a slim figure. People often mistook him for a chick, seeing as his hair was long, reaching his shoulder blades. It was black, everything on him always had to be. He had subtle white streaks that weren't too frequent in his raven black mane,

Both of the boys had high cheek bones, thin faces that had similar qualities but still distinguishable. Bill had a more feminine face, whereas Tom was very obviously a dude.

Of course, all of this doesn't matter. You love them both equally and it wouldn't change anything if the roles were swapped between the two. They were both your favorite people, your rocks. It was the same for them.

"Y/n," Bill swatted his hand in front of your face, grabbing your attention.

He was wearing a black button up, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thin arms. Sporting some leather bracelets, he had a white leather belt with many holes in it wrapped around his hips. His jeans were your average bootcut jeans , his hair styled up in that baffling lion like look, but a bit more relaxed.

"Sorry," you sighed, walking into the house as Bill shut the door behind you.

"Tom's in the bathroom," Bill mumbled as he lead you upstairs.

And of course, you guys were ought to hangout in Bill's room. "The coolest room in the house", per your opinion.

His walls were adorned with posters for all the bands he liked, overwhelming at first glance before you were able to fully grasp the artists and identify them. He had a vanity in the corner, his eyeshadow and eyeliner sprawled out across the wooden flat. It was black, of course.

Bill sat on his bed, sighing as he waited for Tom to join you guys. Eventually, he did. The slightly shorter (in comparison to Bill,) entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

"What's up, Y/n?" Tom smirked, fist bumping you as he sat on Bills bed, next to the boy. Bill curled himself into the corner against the headboard and the wall as he attempted to work the TV.

You smiled softly, gazing up at Tom. "Nothing new," you mumbled.

Tom looked just as good, as always. He had on a white oversized shirt, blue denim jeans to match the proportions. His beanie was black, topped with a white flat brim hat. He stole a couple glances at you, looking you up and down before averting his eyes to the TV.

"Give me the damn thing," Tom hissed, snatching the remote from Bill which only earned a sigh and eyeroll.

"Could you guys ever be nice to each other?" You giggled, sitting yourself on the floor.

Bill sat up, smirking softly between you and Tom as he took notice of you sitting on the floor.

"Get off the bed, jackass. Let y/n sit somewhere actually comfortable." Bill said, kicking Tom off.

A loud thud was heard as Tom fell onto the floor, slightly annoyed with Bill as the boy patted the bed to let you sit where Tom used to.

You giggled softly, rolling your eyes at their boyish ways. Nonetheless, you took the opportunity to steal Tom's spot and cuddle yourself into Bill's black bedset.

After some time, the boys were actually able to get the TV working. Bill had been wanting to watch a movie for quite a bit with you, seeing as twilight wasn't too bad in your opinion.. he wanted to try Cruel Intentions. Tom found it a load of bullshit, never really being interested in the weird romances you and Bill bonded so strongly over.. but Tom couldn't turn down a chance to hangout with you for a couple hours.

The movie had been on for awhile, finally reaching a point where one of the main characters were making out with the girl she was setting up for failure. You felt butterflies in your stomach, realizing as you had never even had your first time.

"Lesbians are not as hot as everyone makes it seem," Bill scoffed, earning a glare from Tom.

"Have you ever even watched normal porn, Bill? I feel like all you talk about is obscure fetishes," Tom just furrowed his eyebrows, the small argument had officially started.

"What exactly even is "normal porn" to you?" Bill returned, cocking his head.

"Like, I imagine you only think vanilla sex exists, Tom." Bill giggled. Tom just threw his hands up in defense, a bit embarrassed as he looked between you and Bill.

"No- not true! I've definitely watched some BDSM movies, it's just not my preference." Tom defended.

Bill scoffed, rolling his eyes before he looked towards you.

"What about you, y/n? What are you into?" Bill pestered, poking your wast teasingly.

It caused you to smile, blushing softly grabbing his hand to end his poking.

"I don't need porn to get off, freaks." You lied, trying to avoid the concept of really admitting you didn't know there were genres of porn. You had mostly just assumed it was either sex, or it wasn't. You didn't know all the small details, you couldn't distinguish vanilla from not vanilla. As far as you knew, you thought vanilla was a flavor. Not a type of sex.

Tom smirked, kneeling by the bed as he got closer to you.

"Yeah? Well how'd you get off on your first time. What'd the lucky guy do?" Tom asked, nudging you.

You hesitantly answered, "Y'know.. the usual." You mumbled. Bills eyes widened, hitting your shoulder softly.

"Y/n!" He growled, "You haven't had your first time!" He noted, sitting on his thighs as he looked down at you on the bed.

Tom smirked, "Cats outta the bag now, y/n." He said, crossing his arms.

You blushed profusely, "I have!" You lied, right though your teeth.

"Prove it." Tom hissed, poking your side as Bill giggled down at you, seeing straight through your fib.

"Prove it?" You scoffed, "How am I supposed to prove it?!" You asked, sitting up.

"Well.." Bill started, looking up and slightly off as he thought. "I dunno, tell us about it." He giggled.

Tom cocked an eyebrow, he knew you wouldn't be able to fabricate a believable story. You stalled a bit, trying to think of a way out of this as you stared between the twins.

"You could always lose it now. Your virginity, I mean." Tom said, causing you to blush. Bill side eyed Tom, biting his lower lip as he found a cruel amusement out of seeing you so nervous.

"Come on, it won't mean anything." Bill said, laying a hand on your thigh as he squeezed it softly. You had finally given up.

"I'm not choosing between you two." You stated, trying to wiggle your way out of it still.

"Who said you had to?" Tom replied, climbing onto the bed next to Bill, leaning closer to you.

You felt as your face flushed, feeling the close proximity of Toms face to yours, feeling as your lips softly connected. Bill just watched.

It won't mean anything, you repeated to yourself, amateurly returning the kiss with a shy demeanor.

Tom pushed you back on the bed, running a hand up your waist as he made out with you. Bill bit his lip, his eyes narrowing as he got a sort of.. tingly feeling from the scene in front of him. He wanted to join, he knew it'd just be easier.

Bill moved on the opposite side of you, finding a place on your neck he was free to nip at and mark up, hearing as the sounds between you and Tom's lips became moister, god it was driving him insane.

Tom squeezed your waist softly as he took notice of Bills presence, smirking softly through the kiss.

You arched your back softly, feeling the sweet feeling of Bill and Tom's mouths on you coincidingly. It was wet, but more than just their kisses were wet.

"Relax, jeez." Tom mumbled, kneeling on the bed off to the side of you. He trailed his veiny hands down, rubbing you softly through your jeans.

Bill giggled as he felt the vibrations of your vocal cords as you yelped quietly when Tom touched you, Bill took his hand and groped your breast softly.

You could feel all these sensations from the twins.. feeling their mouths, their hands.. god, and the worst part had to be that you didn't hate it. You didn't even dislike it, in fact.. you wanted more. You wanted to feel this more than anything, their hands were talented and obviously experienced.

Toms hand moved to grab your inner thigh though your low-rise jeans. He paused though, taking his lips off yours completely and looking at Bill. They seemed to both have had a striking thought, looking down at you and then to each other.

"Y/n, we're just helping you lose your virginity." Tom clarified down to you, you nodded.

"I know-.. " you quickly noted, looking up at the boys. . "I know."

Tom nodded, nudging Bill to continue. And they did, Tom moved down to kiss your stomach as Bill lightened his hand on your breast, understanding he might have been getting a bit excited.

You wrapped your hand around Bills boney back, rubbing it gently and slowly as you felt him run his slender fingers down your ribs. Tom smirked as he eyed up Bill nipping at you, rolling his eyes teasingly as Tom sat up.

He took in the sight with a eased look, registering that he was watching his brother in the process of trying to fuck their childhood best friend, and it had been the other way around for Bill. Either way, it was equally sexy for both boys and you.

Bill moved to kiss your lips, biting your bottom lip while he pushed his hand under your shirt, under your bra.

Tom ruffled Bill's hair, just watching as he worked on you.

"I never thought I'd see it," Tom said, crossing his arms.

Bill pulled off you, you looked at up at Tom with a slight embarrassed look.

"Tom, be normal." You scoffed, Bill just smirked.

"Hey, Whaddya say we get your top off?" Bill said, sitting up. He pulled needily at the hem of your shirt, nagging you to remove it. And by the looks of the small excitement in Tom's eyes, he was excited too.

You hesitantly pulled your top off, revealing your breasts lying comfortably in the black lace bra you dressed yourself in earlier. Toms eyes showed hunger, Bill's showed excitement.

The difference between the two. Bill was always excited, giddy like a child. Tom was much more serious, hungry and lustful when he could focus.

Tom leaned down slightly, kissing your collar bones as he moved lower..and lower, leaving soft love bites on your chest. Bill worked towards removing the bra all together. Once he did, his lips parted as both their eyes fixed on your full.. not exactly big but nowhere near small, chest.

"My, my." Tom purred, caressing the breast closest to him. He rubbed his thumb over your nipple, the soft skin and sensitive area.

Bill leaned his head down, nipping at the thin skin before brushing his tongue over the sensitive rosy nub, his tongue ring was warm against your nipple. It earned a quiet whimper to escape your lips, feeling the boys work at your chest.

You almost felt bad for your lack of doing, they seemed to overenjoy your body as you just sat there and took it.

You knotted your fingers in the back of Bills teased hair, rubbing your hand down his spine and pushing the dress shirt up a bit in the back to touch his warm exterior. Your other hand occupied itself by cupping toms cheek, kissing him gently as Bill left red bite marks along your chest.

Tom danced his fingers down to your jeans, dipping his middle and ring finger down into the denim and rubbing you through your panties.

Bill took notice of Toms fingers, almost a bit jealous.. but he'd never admit that. He laid a hand on your stomach as his eyes examined Tom's movement, his eyes meeting toms after a minute.

You moaned softly and tried to move against Tom's thick fingers, he felt the moist texture of your underwear as he looked between you and Bill. Tom's fingers slid up and down the thin fabric of your underwear, rubbing you gently and slowly. He was obviously getting a kick at your quiet and amateur breathy moans, biting his lip as before he leaned down to reconnect your lips.

Bill was having fun on his own, just watching and nearly drooling. The sight of his brother toying with his best friend was a questionable thing, but he couldn't deny that he liked it.

The boy quickly reminded himself that it was a one time thing, he and Tom were just helping you. Tom paused for a second after a couple minutes, looking up at the boy who was ogling at you two.

He caught Bills attention by mumbling his name, causing the boy to break the eye contact from his hand in your jeans and look up at the man.

"Do something, slacker." He hissed teasingly, Tom pulled his hand out of your jeans and gave Bill the okay to work on you himself.

Bill looked up at your eyes before down at the low-rise denim, unbuttoning them and sliding them down your pale thighs. He took a second to admire your lacey underwear, running his fingers over the material and flicking the little bow on the front.

Bill pulled the flares off and let them hangout at the end of the bed, kneeling between your legs while he left little kisses on the inside of your thighs, pushing the lace to the side to view your folds.

His eyes lit up, he looked like a child getting a gift on Christmas.

"Oh my," he observed your wetness.

taking no time before pushing his tongue against you, lapping eagerly at your clit before lowering his head and pushing his tongue into you. You felt the bead of Bills tongue ring enter you, arching your back as you whimpering at the boys play. You couldn't help yourself, moaning as you felt yourself get wetter against the boy.

Tom watched Bill as he eagerly went down on you, chuckling softly. He ruffled the boys hair, mumbling a 'someones excited ' before he looked back at you.

"We're not gonna do all the work, princess." He teased, mocking the use of the pet name.

Tom cupped your face as he unbuckled his belt. He groped himself through his boxers as he presented himself to you. His hand pulled himself through the slit in the boxers.

The man looked down at you as you gasped, mixed from surprise and also the way Bill's tongue was still sliding in and out of you. Your back arching and your face slightly twitching as the emo boy went down on you.

You felt as Tom opened your mouth, pushing himself in as he groaned quietly. The warmth of your mouth against his cock, feeling him softly move his hips back and forth as to pump his length in and out of your mouth.

You felt it hit the back of your throat a couple times, coughing a bit. You tried to bite back a moan while feeling the sensation of Bill hungrily eating you out, breathing heavily.

Bill didn't take long before pulling his head away, his chin soaked with your slick before he pulled your panties off completely, returning in his spot between your legs.

The overstimulation of both the boys each doing their own thing to you was pleasurable of course, but a little much.

Tom pulled his cock out of your mouth, grabbing his shaft and tapping the head against your lower lip as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling quickly. You felt a small knot in your abdomen, Tom noticed as he saw the look on you face before knotting his hands in Bill's hair and pulling the boy off.

He looked at Tom with a pouty look but quickly put two and two together as to why Tom did so. His eyes flickered down to Tom's length, then down at your face.

The boy wiped his mouth of your wetness, leaning down to lay a kiss on your cheek.

"You're doing good," Bill cooed softly, petting your hair.

Tom rolled his eyes, chuckling down at the sight of Bill consoling you.

By now, you were the only fully nude person in the room. Feeling a little exposed, you looked between the boys.

"Are you guys.. gonna stay dressed?.. the whole Time?" You asked quietly, more like a pout.

Tom shook his head, slipping off his shirt and tossing his hat. His shirt coming off revealed a toned figure, slight definition in his abs but not over the top. He was muscular, your hand reached up to caress his v line.

"Acting like you've never seen me shirtless before," he commented, chuckling and crossing his arms.

As he chuckled, his cock slightly bounced when the rest of his body jumped. You were mesmerized, Bill watched too. He felt a little behind, thinking maybe he should have been as revealed as Tom was.. but also reassured himself it'd be fine.

You looked up at Bill, kinda wishing he'd do the same. He was the only one fully dressed, now making him the odd one out. Bill felt pressured by you and Tom's stares, hesitantly unbuttoning his button down. He kept it over his shoulders, his slim body now revealed. His hip bones boked out slightly, same with the bottom of his ribs. It was nothing major, just a thin boy.

You thought about the situation a little more, feeling a bit guilty that you were nude beneath both of your childhood best friends. But you reminded yourself that this wasn't wrong, it couldn't have been. They offered, and its not even like the twins gave you enough time to disagree. Not that you would, but it confused you a bit.

Would things be different after this?.. or would you guys just brush over it completely?

Tom scoffed at how little skin Bill showed, shy to even take his shirt off. Bill just scowled at the man's judging looks before he pulled the shirt down his arms and tossed it onto the floor.

You had to admit, it was a bit odd to see this as a whole. The twins, you, in bed. In bed. It wasn't something you thought would ever happen, moreso a drunk thought or even a wet dream. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't something you thought about once or twice.

You felt as Tom pressed his tip back against your lips, shyly licking at the head before taking it back into your mouth. Your hand found its way to Bills belt, tugging at the material as he unbuckled it and was slightly shocked at your initiative to jerk him off. He felt as your thin and feminine fingers pulled his cock from his boxers and pumped your hand, feeling his excitement.

Bill watched as you sucked Tom off, feeling a little awkward for not knowing exactly what to do. Toms hand was buried in your hair, gripping it gently as you worked your mouth.

The boys looked up at each other, their eyes darting down to you before they closed a space between them, their lips shyly touching as you pleasured them both. The boys made out quietly through breathy moans which just fueled you even more.

Eventually, you took your mouth off of Tom and exchanged it for Bill, the teen quietly hissed at the sudden pleasure washing over him, he bit Tom's lower lip gently as he pulled away, looking down at you.

"Y/n.." he moaned softly, "You're doing so good." He softly praised, petting your hair.

Tom felt as your hand pumped his length before pulling away. He was hard, really hard.. and that much was obvious.

He pushed his boxers and jeans away, finally committed to this as Tom moved to position himself between your legs.

Sure, it was your first time.. but he would find a way to ease in without being too rough. He played with his head against your folds, rubbing it on your clit and between your lips before gently and slowly pushing in. You arched your back, parting your lips from Bill's length while keeping him in your hand as you looked down at Tom. You felt his hands on your thighs, he leaned down to kiss your neck softly before he pushed all the way in.

At first, all you felt was pressure.. it didn't feel that great, but after his first initial thrusts, you felt the enjoyment wash over you like a tsunami. You looked up at Bill as he watched Tom, averting his eyes back down to you as you gently took him back into your mouth.

See, the difference between the teens was that Tom was much more confident and initiative. Bill was shy, it was obvious they both had plenty of experience.. but they were vastly different at it, which threw you off only slightly. Tom was always ahead of Bill, it seemed like the emo boy only got nervous and forgot what he was doing Everytime he realized the situation.

He pushed the soft smile off his face replaced with a gentle lip bite as Bill cupped your face, rubbing his thumb over your cheek at a slow pace.

You were whimpering and moaning through the blowjob, feeling Tom thrust into you which pushed your body up and down on the bed every time.

Tom looked down at you, he could have finished just from the scene he was looking at but obviously he didn't. He heard as your guys' skin made small noises Everytime it clapped together when he pushed in, feeling your wetness moisten his cock was butterfly inducing, looking down and seeing the slight shine of the light glisten on your folds.. god, just seeing how wet you were in general.

"Soo good." He purred, squeezing your hips slightly.

"So wet.." he commented, his eye contact with your face quickly darted up to Bill, then down to the movement between you and him.

Tom watched as you sucked and lapped at Bills cock, biting his lower lip as he ingested the sight of you sucking his twin off.

Tom was half convinced this was wrong.. he was taking his best friends virginity with his brother and although the twins briefly made out, he couldn't help but feel slightly wrong about it.. but he quickly shoved into his mind that it was a one time thing.. but god, he didn't want it to be.

Tom felt butterflies in his stomach as he thrusted into your tightness, pulling out completely before pushing back in.

Then a thought struck him that would definitely be easier for you all.

He pulled out, tapping your thigh for you attention. You and Bill both looked up at the man, curious.

"Turn around, bend over." He instructed clearly.

Bill sat on his thighs while he waited, watching as you followed Tom's directions. The pose left you in doggy style with Tom, and Bill found a way to easily slide himself against the headboard under you.

You felt as Tom pushed back in, a little harder this time which earned a louder moan.

"Fuck -.." you hissed, your eyes rolled slightly as you felt him pick up the pace with thrusting.

The room was filled with your moans before Tom pushed your head down, holding your hip with the other as he forced you to retake Bills cock into your mouth. Which you complied, seeing the boy lay underneath you with ease. His hand topped Tom's as he pushed your head up and down.

Bill found more enjoyment this way, seeing your full face as your pink lips wrapped safely around his shaft. Bill looked up at Tom, leaning his head back against the headboard as he bit his lower lip with a dorky smile.

Bills eyes were occupied with how Tom got overly excited with your cunt, speeding his pace up before slowing it back down and doing that every so often.

You got used to the feeling a little bit, but When Tom sped up for a couple seconds, you felt it overwhelmingly as he nudged against your g-spot. You moaned through Bills cock in your mouth which just sent a vibration through him, causing he himself to even whimper softly which didn't go unnoticed by neither you nor Tom.

Bills back arched slightly off the bed as he pushed your head down a bit lower, his breathing a bit labored.

Tom and Bill made the contact, one of them taking it like a champ and the other almost folding and becoming the one making all the noise.

He watched Bill's facial expression as his lips parted, he bit his lips, his eyes narrowed.. all of it. Tom bit his own lower lips as his eyes flickered down to your cunt bouncing off his cock.

But Tom couldn't help but keep his eyes on Bills face, watching the boy pet your hair as he whispered praise, 'good job's, 'good girl ', 'youre doing so good '.

It almost made Tom feel bad for his silence but he just took it as a mental note to do better next time.

Tom was becoming needy, thrusting in deeper and deeper, harsher.. it caused you to completely fold, feeling the feeling in your stomach as you moved your head a bit faster on Bills length.

You felt as Tom pumped his cock in and out, hearing his breathy moans.

Before you knew it, you felt yourself tighten up before letting go, feeling yourself cum while you let out whimpers on Bills cock, causing him to also push over the edge.

"Y/n- oh my god -!" Bill yelped quietly.

Feeling the cum shoot and coat into your mouth was a specific feeling you couldn't describe, but seeing Bills face is what made you proud. The boys lips parted as his back arched, looking between you and Tom.

Tom was the last to let loose, but you felt his cock twitch in you and his speed increase rapidly, making you moan a bit more as you pulled off of Bill.

Toms pulled his cock out as he groaned, "Y/n, holy shit-.."

The semen being ejected into Bills bedset between your legs as he breathed harshly.

You felt as Tom pulled his hand off your head, out from under Bills. The movement was replaced by Bill pushing a couple strands of hair behind your ear. Tom kissed and nipped softly at the back of your neck eventually turning your head to lay a sloppy kiss on your lips.

"You're a woman now," He joked in a whisper, kissing you again quickly before watching you reposition yourself next to Bill against the headboard.

You stretched your body out, working out the kinks of staying in one position for so long.

Tom immediately grabbed for his boxers, slipping his jeans back on. Bill buttoned his lowrises before leaning towards end of the bed to yank up your undergarment set.

You slipped the thong and bra back on, watching as the twins dressed themselves.

"That was.." you started, you found it best not to finish your sentence.

You wanted to clarify nothing would change between you three. Well, between you and Tom, you and Bill. The twins were ought to work this out themselves, if this was even their first time doing something like it.

But at the same time, you wanted it to mean something.. but not really. You couldn't decide.

Bill had his shirt back on and immediately looked more comfortable with himself again, watching as Tom clothed himself. The baggy shirt and jeans once more hiding his beautiful body.

"You alright, y/n?" Bill asked, kissing your forehead like always.

You nodded, looking up at Bill.

"You did so good." Tom praised, squeezing your thigh gently as he sat down on the bed. Bill pulled his knees to his chest, eyeing up the cum stain on the bed. He scoffed, rolling his eyes before shaking his head.

"Thank you guys," you finally said, not quite sure what else to say. The boys just chuckled and looked down at you.

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Sorry this was really long , or if it was repetitive and not a lot happened :[ . I have never before written a threway fic before so I was a bit scared to just throw a lot in there and it would be even longer or boring . I hope this was good !

[athina-blaine]

you can't carry it with you if you want to survive (Nimona 2023) Chapter 2

Summary:

With their Queen deceased, no heirs, their Director terminated, three-quarters of their holy protectors retired, and their walls gone, the kingdom had called upon the scion of Gloreth to lead the way.

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“The Director lied to you, Ambrosius. She used you and she hurt you. None of that is your fault. Why can’t you see that?”

Ballister reached out his hand, freezing when Ambrosius recoiled.

“I guess I’m just not as forgiving as you are, Bal.”

Rating: Mature Relationships: Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin, Ambrosius Goldenloin & Nimona Chapters: 2/4 Chapter Word Count: ~6.1k Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Anxiety, Guilt, Self-Neglect, Ergomania, Post-Canon, Established Relationship

Chapter 2

Remember your training. Remember who you are.

We are born to protect this kingdom.

Thankfully, we have a descendant of Gloreth to lead us.

Refilling his glass, Ambrosius reclined in his chair as far back as the wooden frame would allow, running a hand through mussed hair. The office’s temperature had grown intolerable after only a few sips of the dark liquid, and so the top buttons of his uniform lay undone, exposing his throat and sternum. A few more sips, and he imagined he’d be tempted to roll up his sleeves and kick his feet up on the desk, boots and all.

Just considering it sent a roguish thrill coursing through him. Even in solitude, Ambrosius seldom permitted himself to sink into such a state of dishevelment. Every morning he’d stick to his routine—hair styled, face done, freshly shaven—even on rare days when he'd had no obligations but to otherwise laze about his apartment.

Ballister had teased him for this. He’d needle Ambrosius time and again, asking why bother waking up so early to groom himself when Ambrosius had confessed he hated mornings. On one occasion, he even went as far as wrestling an amused Ambrosius back into bed, pleading with him to enjoy a few more hours of sleep for a change.

At the time, Ambrosius had conceded. They’d only been dating a few months at that point, and it had taken embarrassingly little persuasion to convince a smitten Ambrosius to forgo his usual routine and curl back under the cozy covers. The next morning, however, while Ballister still slept, he rose at his usual hour to start on his hair.

It’s just what Ambrosius did. He’d never given it much thought beyond that. He’d developed the habit as early as primary school, recalling with fond warmth the mornings his mother would let him play at her vanity, mimicking her and her serene elegance. Ambrosius had been quick to fall into a morning routine of his own, smoothing out blemishes and tending to his brightened hair.

After all, even as a child, he’d understood the importance of maintaining appearances, even if—

Is something on your mind, Ambrosius?

… I’m fine, Director.

—even if, internally, he felt like his entire world was falling apart.

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[Chapter 1]

[bluegalaxygirl]

Hot-spring (Zosan X reader)

Plot: Just the crew relaxing for a week at an exclusive winter resort.

Warning: Making out, bad language, Fluff and suggestive content but no smut.

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN. Comment if you want a series out of this since i'm not 100% sure if i should do it

From a distance the winter island didn't seem like much just a dock a large few large mountains and land covered in snow but hidden away in the mountains was an exclusive hot springs and resort. Hotel room's, large banquets, bath houses, Spar, ski slopes and three massive natural hot springs a perfect place to relax. Nami has been after a spot for almost a year but last week she got a letter giving her and the crew a week's all expenses paid vacation, The navigator didn't bother to read the rest cheering and telling the crew how excited she was to finally go to this luxury spot. You and Robin managed to get the letter off her and read it wanting to know why, both of your were concerned it was some kind of trap set by the marines but it seemed genuine. Apparently the crew saved the owners grand-children form slavery and wanted to thank you all. The letter even have children's hand writing on it thank you all, the name made you and Robin smile the most since she stayed on the sunny for a while and clung to the two of you most of the time since she was def and only you and Robin new sigh language. With your worries solved you were more than happy to go, spending a relaxing time with your crew and your two boys.

Stepping off the ship bags in hand you all make your way down a long path leading to the resort. It was freezing cold and your coats weren't being much help but it would be worth it in the long run, the place looked so warm and inviting. Checking in was easy, the staff recognized you all right away and took you to your rooms, everyone of you had your own room with an ensuite bathroom and walk in closet but most of you wanted to stay with another. You, Sanji and Zoro shared a room of course, the beds were naturally big so all three of you could easily fit. Nami and Robin shared a room since they were used to each other's company. While Luffy, Usopp and Chopper shared a room since they were all planning on doing the same things. Brook deiced to have his own room as well as Franky, they secretly wanted to know what it was like to have their own room after sharing with the others for so long. You all have balcony rooms that looked out into the wilderness, a beautiful snow covered forest with a stream going down and through it. Inside the room was a walk in wardrobe fitted with a vanity and a soft fancy stool., White wooden floors lined all the rooms but dotted around where fluffy white rugs and near the balcony doors were two chairs and a coffee table, the lady was nice enough to get extra chairs for you although. The walls, curtains and chairs were a cream color and when the light form the glass chandelier hit the wall it made it look almost gold. The bed was super comfy a thick duvet and fluffy pillows you couldn't help but flop down onto.

You sigh happily as you lay on the bed your feet dangling off the edge feeling like your on a cloud, it is pure bliss. Sanji takes his bags into the walk in closet while Zoro just dumps his on the floor walking over to you and crawling on top using his elbows to keep his weight off you "You look perfect baby" he leans down kissing your lips as your hands went around his neck and into his hair pulling him closer. Feeling relaxed he takes more of a gentle approach lightly biting your lower lip asking for entrance which makes you moan a little letting him know your happy for him to do whatever. Opening your mouth you let the swordsman shove his tongue into your mouth as he garbs the side of your neck pulling you closer as he explores your mouth, with one hand gripping his hair you let the other glide down to his cheek where your thumb rubs against his cheekbone. Sanji comes back out after unpacking his stuff and goes to ask a question only to see you two on the bed "Couldn't wait?" he asks with a laugh walking over biting his lip a little as he watches the two of you, Zoro pulls away finally letting you breathe rubbing his thumb over your neck letting your head lay back on the bed as your hands slide down his arms. "Why should i wait?" The swordsman asks his eyes locking with the cooks before reaching his other hand out to Sanji who gladly takes it getting pulled over and shoved down onto the bed next to you. Placing his other hand on Sanji's neck the swordsman leans down and kisses his lips taking the cooks lower lip between his teeth and pulling away with it.

Sanji smile with a slight blush reaching his hand up and into his green hair happily opening his mouth for Zoro who lets go of the cooks lip to shove his tongue into the mans mouth. Sanji felt a little flustered by the brutes actions so didn't fight the swordsman's tongue as it roamed his mouth and their lips locked. You watch the two with a smile happy to share this moment with them as your hand runs through Sanji's hair to get it out of the cooks eyes. Zoro pulls away and let's go of your necks sitting up right still straddling your hips as his hand moving up and down the cook's waist. Slightly breathless Sanji turns to you and places a soft hand on your cheek while leaning closer, the cook brushes his lips over yours before kissing you lightly. You wanted his kiss so grabbed a fist full of his hair and pull him in closer crashing your lips onto his, knowing what you want Sanji licks your lower lip asking for entrance, immediately you open your mouth to him your tongues meeting as his hand goes down your side. You pull away mouths open a string of saliva between the two of you as you both pant , Zoro groans at the sight leaning down to kiss you two again only for a loud constant knocking to ram against your door. You can't help but laugh at the perfect timing of Luffy who yells from the other side of the door "There's a big banquet on, come on lets go" Your captain yells seeming to run off when Nami yells at him to shut up.

Zoro and Sanji sigh with the moment being ruined, if you guys didn't get up your captain would keep bothering you guys with questions on why you didn't join them, he's done it before and it was the most embarrassing thing. "Come on then hunk, get off me" you look up a Zoro running your hands over his hips and slightly pushing, the swordsman rolls his eyes and gets off you letting you sit up as Sanji gets up too fixing his hair that you messed up. While you also fix your hair Sanji walking past Zoro while sliding a hand across the mans hips and butt a way of teasing him while making his way to the door. "Your such an ass" Zoro looks away trying to hide his blush "You love me though" the cook laughs with a wink while putting his jacket on. Heading out the room and down to the dinning hall the three of you find the crew sitting around a long futon table thats already stacked with food and drinks. Nami smiles up at the three of you and pats the cushion next to her hoping you will sit next to her, you can't deny her so sit down next to her as she pores some wine into your glass. Zoro sits next to you and grabs a bottle of sake poring it into a glass while Sanji sits on his other side looking over the food, it's been a long time since he hasn't had to cook anything and as much as he misses cooking right now he can't help but be thankful that he gets to sit with the crew and eat rather than in the kitchen cooking for his hungry captain and crew.

The crew laughs and jokes while digging into the food that just keeps coming as music plays in the background and other tables chat away. You listen closely to Nami who's more than eager to tell you all about this place and what they have in store along with her plans for the week, it was mainly relaxing in the hot springs, getting messages and relaxing in the newly built sauna area. The smile on her face and the light in her eyes made you smile wide, you've never seen her this excited about something other than money before and it warms your heart "You have to join us in the sauna one day, i haven't seen anything like it before" Nami finishes off finally going back to taking a drink and eat something after all the talking, with a small laugh you nod at her "Of course i will , it sounds so nice" Taking a drink you feel Zoro's hand run over your lower back, it's been almost an hour of you talking with Nami, so he's probably annoyed that you haven't once paid attention too him, the swordsman isn't normally a needy man, but he can get this way if you or Sanji are close to him and don't somehow pay him some kind of attention. Turning your head to look at Zoro you notice the slight pinkness in his cheeks and an unamused look on his face, reaching your hand up you run your fingers of his warm cheek feeling the swordsman lean into your touch "You look tired" You whisper to him making Zoro smile at you and nod slightly before leaning over and placing his head on your shoulder while his hand grips your waist. Looking over at Sanji you notice the swordsman holding the cooks hand while the blonde talks with Robin and Franky who are across from him.

No wonder Zoro feels needy with both his partners lost in conversation, placing a kiss on the swordsman's head you run your hand over his cheek feeling him relax against you "Wanna head to bed?" You whisper hearing him hum in response and kiss your neck telling you yes, finishing off your wine you reach over and tap Sanji's leg getting his attention. You didn't need to say anything to the cook to make him understand the situation "We're gonna head to bed, night guys" Sanji smiles standing up soon followed by you and Zoro who keeps a tight grip on the two of you "Night, I'll meet you in the hot springs tomorrow" Nami smiles up at you as you pat her head and walk off with your boys. Walking down the hall Sanji clings onto Zoro's arm "So are you actually tired or did you just want our attention?" The cook asks making your laugh a little managing to see right through the drunk green haired man "Both" Zoro smiles down at the cook kissing he's head as you make it to your room, opening the door you hold it open for the two letting them in before closing and locking it. Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji's waist pulling the cook into his chest and leaning down to kiss his lips, Sanji kisses back while running his hands through the swordsman's green hair enjoying the taste of sake on the mans lips. "Sorry for ignoring you Zo, it wasn't intentional" You sigh walking over to the two only to feel the swordsman grab your arm and pull you into them, pulling away for the kiss Zoro leans down to you and crashes his lips on yours groaning a little.

Sanji sighs and shakes his head realizing that the swordsman must be needy because of the two talking to others and paying him no attention for almost an hour "Sorry Zo, Lets get into bed and cuddle to make up for it" Sanji runs his hand up and down Zoro's arm placing light kisses on the green haired man's neck. Pulling away form the kiss you cup his face and nod agreeing with Sanji, a smile appears on Zoro's face as he lets the two of you go so you can all get changed ready for bed. Zoro's the first to lay in the large comfy bed getting under the covers and claiming the middle, walking out of the bathroom Sanji brushes his hair before making his way over to the bed. About to get in the cook is stopped by Zoro who stretches his arm out to block the blonde before patting his lap, with a small laugh Sanji crawls onto the bed and straddles the swordsman's lap "This what you want three swords?" Sanji teases feeling Zoro's hands go up and down his waist "I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me?" Zoro glares squeezing the cooks sides making Sanji jump a little before being dragged down for a forceful kiss, the swordsman grabs some of his blonde hair while his other arm goes around Sanji's back to keep him there before forcing his tongue into the cooks mouth, they both hum at the feeling Sanji relaxing a little and letting his hands wonder over Zoro's shoulders, up his neck and into his hair. Stepping out the bathroom changed into your pj's you can't help but smile at the two boys as they make out on the bed, walking over you climb in next to them Zoro's arm unwraps form Sanji's waist to wrap around you and pull you in.

Sanji pushes off Zoro panting for air and laying on the swordsman's other side finally managing to get under the warm covers, without warning Zoro crashes his lips onto your gripping your waist as he presses you up against his side. With a hum you open your mouth for him as your hand travails up his chest and to his cheek letting the swordsman's tongue roam your mouth while Sanji rests his head on Zoro's shoulder still trying to catch his breath. Pulling away Zoro give the both of you a cocky smile before kissing both of your head and holding you close to his chest, Sanji takes your hand holding it as it rests on the swordsman's chest "I love you both... Mi amours" The cook leans over to place a light kiss on your lips before laying his head back down on Zoro's shoulder giving a swordsman a light kiss on the neck. "I love you both too. My handsome boys" You whisper nuzzling into Zoro who kisses both your heads "Love you" Zoro sighs relaxing into the bed and closing his eye letting sleep take over him. Sanji chuckles a little while squeezing your hand "That went better than i expected" The cook whispers to you trying not to wake the now slightly snoring Zoro, with a smile you hold back a laugh and nod "I didn't mean to ignore him but Nami's face was a sight to be hold, i've never seen her so happy" You whisper back seeing Sanji's cheeks turn red at the though of Nami's face "I wish i had seen it but Robin-chan knew a lot about the history of this island and its culture" The cook smiles as he brings your hand to his lips giving it a kiss.