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noctumbra · 3 years

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❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

That and, of course, waiting for Bucky, your Alpha, to come home from the mission he had to go at the last minute. He assured you that it wasn’t going to take long, but it had been four days already. Your body and soul were missing him terribly in the huge bed. The only thing that soothed you enough to get over a couple more days was hugging his pillow and wearing his clothes.

Getting off the bed, you padded towards the kitchen silently. You were still humming to yourself, a song you had heard at the grocery store, when the first of the cramps hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, putting one of your hands on the fridge, the other was placed on your stomach.

Fucking cramps.

You hated them. They were always, always, painful when Bucky wasn’t around. He knew how to soothe, rub and what you needed. He wasn’t here by your side at the moment, though. You sighed and sniffed softly, missing your husband’s, your Alpha’s, presence terribly, you sat down on the chair that was in the kitchen. He asked for you to stay at the tower specifically even though he knew that you’d be more comfortable at your own place in Brooklyn, he needed you to stay at the tower for your safety.

That meant that you had a friend to talk to.

“Hey, Jarvis?” You called out to the AI. “You there?”

“Yes, Ms. Barnes. How can I help you?” You sighed at the soothing voice of the computer. You always liked how softly Jarvis would speak.

“Is there any news on their arrival? My heat started,” you murmured, both hands now clutching at your stomach as you breathed through another cramp.

“They’re on their way back, Ms. Barnes,” Jarvis said, “ETA an hour.” You nodded, knowing that he could see you through the cameras scattered around the floor, and thanked him quietly. Waiting for the cramp to go away, you thought you could make yourself a hot chocolate until you got really desperate. You hated starting your heat without Bucky there; none of the toys you have was him, didn’t carry his scent nor as warm as him. So, you were to wait for an hour.

After what felt like a century, you got up. Your moves were slow and careful not to set off another cramp. You filled the kettle with water and turned the thing on; you needed your hot water bag so badly. Then, you pulled the ingredients for the hot chocolate: Bitter chocolate, cinnamon sticks, brown sugar, a little ginger and milk. You mixed them in silence. The sweet and heady aroma of the chocolate and cinnamon spread around the whole floor, and you hummed happily.

As the kettle went off, your hot chocolate was ready. You filled the water into its bag and the chocolate into a big cup. Adding a couple marshmallows on top, you put the rest the chocolate on top of the marshmallows. You were a chocolate monster when you were heat, and Bucky didn’t like the consumption of chocolate you went through, so you had to take your dosage before he came home.

You walked back to the bedroom; totally planning on burying yourself under the thick and soft linens and duvet, with your hot water bag under your feet and against your back, sipping your hot cocoa until your husband arrived.

What you didn’t plan on, though, was to fall asleep after you finished your cocoa, definitely buried under the duvet.

You jumped awake with the sudden pain. Your cramps were getting stronger, more painful, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You whined pitifully. Tears ready roll down, you whimpered and rubbed your face into his pillows, breathing his scent deeply.

“Jarvis?” You whined. “Where the fuck is my husband?”

“The quinjet had a problem and they had to land somewhere else, Ms. Barnes. ETA has changed from an hour to unknown,” Jarvis answered you. He sounded genuinely sorry, and not that you could blame the freaking computer for it. You whimpered again at the ‘unknown’ and sniffed.

“Thanks, J,” you murmured. You heard him mumbling something back, but you were way too lost in your head.

You wanted your husband here, your Alpha. Your body was yearning and calling out for him, and he wasn’t here to make everything okay. You needed his scent; from his skin, not his pillows. The scent on the fluffy thing was almost washed off, anyway. You needed him here to renew it, make everything okay and stop the pain. Bucky was the only one who could stop the pain, but he wasn’t here to stop it.

Mewling sadly, you sniffed and rubbed your face in his pillow once more.

You felt a cramp kick in with the sniff of his faint scent; your body was burning, sweat had gathered on your forehead long time ago, you gasped. Everything was too much: Too hot, too painful, too empty. You thought about your toys, thought about delaying, keeping yourself entertained until he came, but your body denied the thought with a stronger wave of cramp and you bowed forward, gasping one more time.

You hadn’t realized how much time passed until you heard a bag dropping onto the ground sound. Sniffling, you lifted your head off the pillow, out of the lump you had created and looked at the door. You could sense him; his presence was there.

Your Alpha was home.

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Bucky sighed deeply as he watched the elevator doors open for him and let him step into his floor in the tower. His bag was hanging on his shoulder as he toed off his boots; he had untied his laces while he was in the quinjet. With a grunt, Bucky dropped the bag on the ground. He rolled his shoulders, stretched a little.

There was a little hitch in the quinjet, but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. The hitch delayed their arrival for about an extra hour, but he was home at the end of the day nonetheless. All he wanted to do was to eat something, shower and hit the hay. He was exhausted. The mission was a short but rough one; all the unexpected things happened and plan had gone sideways. They had to improvise, but they made do.

It was a bit hard for him to focus with the silent buzzing that had started to go off under his skin two days into the mission, though.

Whistling to himself, Bucky walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Seeing that it was fuller than he was expecting, he let out a surprised ‘ha!’.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he pulled a small Tupperware filled with mini-sandwiches and the milk box. Bucky popped one of the sandwiches in his mouth and filled a glass of milk. He probably needed to eat more than these sandwiches, but these were the fastest ones he could get his hands on at the moment. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “Baby? Where are you?” He called out again, but frowned in the middle of his bite because there wasn’t an answer.

“Jarvis, is Y/N home?” He asked the AI after he downed his milk in one go.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, she is,” Jarvis answered politely. Bucky’s frown deepened. Closing the lid over the sandwiches, he walked out of the kitchen softly.

“Then where is she? Why isn’t she answering?” He questioned, but Jarvis didn’t answer him either. Bucky, now worried, ran to the bedroom. Bucky swung the door open. “Honey─”

The scent that hit him on the face had knocked him back a couple steps.

Heat.

You were in your heat.

Bucky felt the buzzing increase and he let out a quiet growl: Your scent drove him crazy the second he took a whiff of it, and he was angry at himself for leaving you alone while being so close to your heat.

“Fuck,” he cursed silently, shaking his head to clear his mind, he marched inside to check up on you. He could see all the soft linens and pillows you’ve had on the floor scattered around the bed, could also see the small lump under the covers.

“Baby girl?” He called out softly, being careful about not to startle you. He heard a whimper that was followed by a sniff, and he felt his heart break. “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m home, baby, Alpha’s home.” He heard one more sniff and then he saw your head popping out under the duvet.

Your hair was a mess and you’ve been crying; it was so easy to tell just by looking at your eyes: They were red and a little swollen. You were also sweating a bit. Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand on your cheek. His fingers were quick to tuck a couple strands of hair behind your ear, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.

Whimpering again, you leaned into his touch. You’ve missed him so much. So much.

“I know, baby,” Bucky whispered, like he could read your mind. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna make this okay, alright? ‘m gonna make the pain go away.” He kissed your forehead; his lips were so soft and soothing against your heated skin. Your nose was right over his pulse where his scent was the strongest, you gasped, inhaling deeply.

You grabbed him, anywhere you could. You grabbed him and tugged on his t-shirt. You needed skin-to-skin contact, and his t-shirt was getting in the way. You huffed a little when the t-shirt refused to fall apart under your grip. Bucky took a hold of your wrists and kissed inside of your palms.

He hushed your whimpers gently when he pulled away to take the t-shirt off. Your whimper turned into a pleased hum as he placed his warm body onto yours.

Bucky was always so freaking warm, his skin was always so freaking smooth… You loved the feeling of his naked body onto yours. It made you feel like you were loved and cherished for real; like you were wrapped in his love and his devotion with his warm skin marking you the gentlest way ever.

“There ya go, sweet love,” Bucky murmured. He was rubbing his wrists anywhere he could reach on your body, making sure that he was covering you with his scent. When he made sure that you were at least half-covered in his scent, he lifted himself off the bed to shed his remaining clothes. Thanking God silently that he got rid of his boots already, he pulled his pants off with his boxers and moved closer to you immediately.

“Can I get inside, honey? Am I allowed in your nest?” Bucky asked. His eyes were dark with arousal that your scent had woken in him. He knew that as soon as he got you to come at least once, he was going to dive head-first into his rut. I should let Jarvis know, he thought. But gotta get in the nest first.

He heard you sniff and hustle under the covers. Then, the soft linens and duvet were lifted, making a small place for him in the nest, and Bucky jumped right in.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands roaming your naked body. You must have gotten rid of your clothes when you started to sweat; that was what you tended to do. Bucky grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just a little to get you to relax, and placed your face into the crook of his neck. He knew that you must be deprived of his scent, so he should have got that taken care of first. He murmured sweet nothings and placed soft kisses on your face as you breathed his scent in deeply.

After a couple minutes later, Bucky felt the shift in the air: The sad, yearning and desperate air had changed into a hunger, aroused and desperate one. Bucky hummed.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the sound. “Alpha, please,” you murmured. Your eyes were closed, but Bucky didn’t need to see your face or your eyes to know that if you were aroused.

Your scent was letting him know faster than that.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed once again. “What do you want, baby? Hm? You want me to love on you? Kiss you all over?” You whined. “No?” You huffed as you wiggled against him. “You want it rough, kitten? You want me to just take take and take, knot you until I can’t?” Your whimper was filled with approval, and Bucky chuckled. “I won’t stop,” he murmured. “You know that baby. You know that if I start goin’, I won’t stop until I’m finished. We did that before.”

Oh, you thought, that we did and it was fucking amazing.

“You’re one eager and hungry kitten,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly. You moaned as you turned around, thighs wet from the slick you’ve been producing since the morning, and rubbed your ass against his rock-hard cock. Bucky grunted an appreciative moan into your ear. “Baby…”

“Alpha, please?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Please, I’ve been hurting, please.” Bucky closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to calm down. Your ass was constantly rubbing against his hard-on a little faster now, and Bucky knew he was about to snap.

Growling, Bucky rolled onto you, caging you in his arms, face down on the bed. “Omega,” he groaned. You went limp at his voice tone: It was your aroused and in rut Alpha. Bucky pulled himself off you for a second, and you took advantage of it by lifting your ass up: Presenting. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky moaned behind you. You whined lightly. Bucky’s large hands placed themselves on your ass and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his thick thighs.

“Alpha, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your stomach was cramping and your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wanted Bucky to engulf you already but he was taking his sweet time. You moaned, eyes closing, when you felt a cramp hit you. “Fuck, please! It hurts!”

Bucky didn’t waste another second when he saw the tear rolled down on your cheek. He grabbed himself, lining it up, he slid inside of you with one, slow move.

Both of you moaned in relief.

The cramp dissipated as soon as Bucky slid inside of you; your walls were now clenching around something. You felt your thighs tremble and your stomach tighten. You knew that it wasn’t going to take you a long time to come; in fact, you were going to come if he were to thrust in the next few seconds.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned loud and long behind you. His hold on your ass went even tighter; you could feel his blunt nails digging in your soft flesh there. You gasped and let your head fall back, rest on his metal shoulder. “God, kitten, you’re clenching around me so tight.”

You just mewled, holding onto his arms tighter. You moved your hips against his, practically riding him, and Bucky grunted out a sound of approval. Supporting yourself by holding onto his arms, you started to move yourself on him, riding him, faster. Your sweat covered skin was making obscenely wet sounds when it met with his, and all the sounds were getting to your head.

“Alpha,” you mewled again, turning your head to bury your nose in his neck where his scent coming off the strongest. “Take me, Alpha,” you moaned, “Please!”

Growling and grunting, Bucky pushed you face down on the bed harshly, punching a breath out of your lungs. He kept his metal hand between your shoulder blades and started to snap his hips against yours with a punishing pace. Your hips were on the air, your chest was pressed against the warm bed sheet and Bucky’s flesh was grabbing your ass tightly, squeezing it and slapping it.

“You’re so crazy for it, aren’t ya?” He spat. His face was contorted with the raw desire he was feeling, his hair was a mess and his body was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick thighs were hitting against yours with each thrust, his balls kissing your clit whenever he slammed back inside, and you were going mad. “You’re fuck’n droolin’ for it, honey.”

You were. The wet patch on the sheet was visible to anyone who was capable of seeing. You whimpered. You wanted him to touch you there, play with you, but words were refusing to serve you at the moment. So, you whimpered even louder.

Bucky hushed and cooed at you softly. His hips never halting, not even for a second, Bucky leaned forward, placing his metal hand right next to your head and he slipped his flesh hand down to your mound.

“I can feel myself there,” he whispered right into your ear. “I can feel my cock strokin’ your soft walls, honey love,” he continued. His thrusts were a bit slower now, more sensual. You moaned, gasped and sighed. He was filling you so perfectly, up to the brink, stretching you so nice, you loved it. You loved how crazy it always drove you. Feeling his even thicker knot at the base of his cock whenever he ground down had you clenching your thighs and bit back a gasp.

“Bucky─ oh, shit!” You gasped loudly as he pressed his hand on your mound deeper. You could feel him there, too. You could feel his gorged mushroom tip stroking your walls sensually. You moaned and bit down on the bed sheet, your hands flying to grab some part of his body and your nails found his bubbly ass, digging themselves there.

Bucky grunted at the small, unexpected pain. “Y’like that? Huh? That got you goin’?” He draped his big, warm and muscled body on top yours fully, caging you under him. You purred in delight. You loved whenever he caged you like this, whenever he smothered you with his body and scent and heat. “Yeeeah, you love that shit.”

“Mmm,” you hummed loudly. “I do, Alpha.” You carefully raised your hips and ground against him. His cock was in so deep, you could feel its heaviness on your toes.

Bucky purred at your back, releasing all kinds of happy and aroused Alpha pheromones. He slid both of his hands under you; his metal one was across your chest, his metal fingers were brushing against your nipples and eliciting whorish moans out of you while his flesh one was around your waist, hand still on your mound, still feeling the bulge his cock was creating on your lower abdomen. He moved his thighs, getting them under yours even more, making you practically half-laying on his lap, he dropped his pelvis down onto yours.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he somehow managed to slide even deeper. “Fuck, Bucky─ Deep,” you moaned. “So fucking deep, oh my God…”

You heard his dark chuckle against your ear. “All the better to put a pup in that womb of yours, pretty,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your cheeks. You gasped at his words. “Yeah, baby. We ain’t gettin’ outta this bed without me knocking you up, without making this bulge,” he pressed his hand on the bulge again, practically cupping his own cock through you, “a baby bump.”

“Oh, shit!”

Bucky smirked and started to snap his against yours again. This time the pace he set was more desperate, more delirious and more pleasurable. He was in way too deep inside of you. His cock was stroking tender places that you didn’t know they existed. His metal fingers were playing with your nipples; pinching and pulling them harshly, groping one of them in the metal palm and squeeze. With each thrust, each wet, obscene sound that echoed through your bedroom walls was rapidly pushing both of you towards the edge. You could feel Bucky’s thick knot getting bigger and bigger, and at one point his knot slid inside of you; making his thrusts turn into filthy grinds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned in your ear. “Do you have any idea how tight you are? How good you smell? How owned you look?” You swallowed your spit, choking on a moan while doing it so. “I’ma make you look even more owned, honey.” Bucky ground his hips, hitching you up on his lap even more, angle feeling even deeper. You gasped. “I’ma put a baby in you, honey love. Then, I’ma watch you grow round with my pup. Gonna make you walk around with only your bra so that I can see my pup growing and moving in you.”

“Bucky!” Moaning and shouting, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You trashed in his arms, wiggled your hips, tightened your hold on his ass and threw your head back on his shoulder. Bucky growled.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Y’re already milkin’ my cock, sweet Omega,” he murmured. “Your pussy is eager to get knocked up, innit? Hm? It’s beggin’ for my come, it’s ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Yea!” You shouted, “It is! It’s ready! Please!” You wiggled in his arms even more. Your thighs were clenching and cramping on his thick ones. “Gimme it, Alpha, please! Please put a pup in me!”

Growling, roaring, Bucky snapped his hips as much as he could while his knot was locked up in you. It was pulling the sensitive opening and creating a sweet pain there, but you loved that. You loved feeling his big knot. You moaned. You brought your hands to over his, holding them tight, you looked over your shoulder to his almost black eyes.

“Breed me, Alpha, put a pup in me, please,” you whined, high and very feminine, and purred. Bucky shouted, and then his shout turned into a loud growl and his knot popped into you. Covering your soft and hungry walls with his come, Bucky bit down on his mating mark again, causing you to shiver violently and came again, drowning you into the pleasure.

You must have blacked out because when you came back to yourself, Bucky was still locked up into your but didn’t look as tired and sweaty as he was before. You hmphed, stretching a little, a satisfied moan escaped from your mouth.

“Ah,” Bucky murmured lovingly, “There is my pretty Omega.” You felt your face heating up and smiled at him adorably. Bucky chuckled. “How are you feeling, love?” You hummed, stretching even more, and draped your naked body over your mate’s. “That good, huh?” You nodded against his equally naked body, kissing the soft skin under your lips. Bucky ushered you to sit up a little and handed you a bottle of water. “Drink some, baby,” he instructed, helping you with it since your limbs were nothing but noodles.

You felt the cold water running inside of your body, you moaned in relief. “You were thirsty, huh?” Bucky joked, smiling all too smugly to himself. You elbowed him lightly but you were smiling as well. “Here, eat this, too.” Putting a small piece of sandwich in your mouth, Bucky had fed you almost one, whole sandwich.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you draped yourself over his body yet again. Bucky stroked your hair. You wiggled your hips, pulling on the knot just a little, Bucky hissed. “Alpha,” you whined.

“Ssh,” Bucky hushed you, “It’s alright, love.” Kissing your temples, Bucky hugged your body tightly, his hips were moving with small thrusts. He was careful not to pull on the knot, but he was able to grind deep while still locked in. You hummed a moan out. Bucky turned your head towards his by gripping your chin with his two fingers, he kissed you.

“You know the real fun is just starting, honey love.”

And before you could answer, you were flipped over again, and already close to coming.

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It wasn’t a surprise when you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s pup a month later, when your heat didn’t visit you.

You sure as hell celebrated the news with Bucky as if you were in heat.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Hearth.

A/N: I dunno if I've got any desi/brown/poc readers but if you're reading this I love you so much and you (us) deserve the same validation and representation others get.

Here's a blurb as to what it feels like celebrating Eid with Harry! Enjoy!

Warning: none — just loads of fluff.

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The night's pretty with murky clouds and thick layer of moon's brightness as Y/N cleans her flat, from scrubbing her Persian rugs to deep cleansing her vases back from her homeland. The flame evaporating from her candles scented like springs of Kashmir, flickers from her blowing sheer curtains due to the zephyr flurring outside.

She feels content, at peace waiting for Harry who promised that he'll be at her place by 11. He always comes an hour early helping her in setting the table before the iftari, they've been doing it together since the start of ramdan until today when he texted her he's busy along with a sad smiley.

It was fun. He fasted with her once or twice and would make sure she's hydrated enough once they break it, his love for rooh-afzah (it's a drink red in color made from essence of roses and some sweet herbs) will never fail to make her giggle as he'd demand for more after gulping two glasses already.

Then showing her his tummy along with his food pregnant jokes.

Her classes are online so it gave her time to experiment some cooking. They'd make samosas together and she always had an urge to hold back her cooes as his tongue used to poke out in concentration everytime his diligent fingers folded the samosa sheets skillfully.

"Did a pretty go'job here, innit?" He'd grin raising it like a summat trophy.

The moment he used to leave her flat (ofcourse after giving a tight hug before doing so) they both missed eachother terribly, y/n doesn't like the way her home falls into an abyss without his presence.

He's like a sunshine that warms her insides up.

The whistle of kettle and several raps of knocks on her door drags her from her fond memories of them together, she slings her feet down from the coffee table rushing to open it.

"Angel."

Harry says breathlessly prolly because he climbed three flight of stairs to get to her or that he's utterly flustered.

Her eyes remain struck at the thingies piled in his arms, a box of chocolates, many brown bags and stems of freshly blood ripped roses tucked between his knuckles.

He bought all of these gifts for her.

To make her feel like home.

To be her home.

What the fuck, nobody has ever done that for her —-- she just mighty cry.

Her mouths gupples like a fish too overwhelmed to react her emotions out and he gives her a sweet smile kicking the door shut with his feet -- gestures her to wait when she almost jumps like a cub to hug him and puts everything on the sofa knowing the things inside them's too delicate.

"C'mere, baby." He grins and she doesn't waste a moment falling in his embrace. Her cheeks smashes against his taught chest and she fists the hem of his shirt smiling too hard for her own sake as he sways them with his own rosy cheek squished against her temple.

"I love you so much, thank you." She murmurs gazing up at him with glinting eyes -- arms still lopped around his waist and his chin doubles adorably as he gives her his signature bunny grin kissing the tip of her nose, "Love you too bubba ... don't want ya homesick, at alllll."

The aggressive whistle of kettle parts them away, "Cuppa cha? Then we'll unwrap these pleasanteris." She points at the paper bags.

He nods flopping onto the floor cushions beside the large oak window of the balcony where they could bathe in moonlight.

"Thank you." He quips, kissing her fingertips while slipping his fingers under the handle of mug and takes it from her as she sits infront of him. He admires her for a second —- fawning over how she's looking so soft and cuddle-able wearing a baggy mauve kurta and some mismatched shalwar.

The tearing open of the stuffing tissue brings him back to focus --- this, he wanted to see this happiness dance over her features as she clutches the ethnic traditional dress he bought for her infront of her and when lifts it down he's met by overly excited eyes.

It's ethereal with golden details, handmade wire work and sheer fabric.

"It's gorgeous, pups." She squeezes his hand and he takes the sip of his cha smiling against the rim of the mug shyly, "Wasn't s' sure -- Sarah helped me in collecting stuff." Sarah's Y/N's bestfriend who was the only desi/brown in her filming class.

"No wonder she was being a lil sneak." Y/N chuckles already rummaging for what comes next.

He wanted to make sure he gets her everything they do traditionally in her culture and ate Sara's ears off to help him buy the most special thing and it's right there creating sweet noise when they touch eachother, dangling from her fingers.

"Churiyan .... " She whispers bitting down a smile. She loves glass bangles. Their colourfulness cheers her mood up and she'd always go with her Nani a night prior eid to select the most flamboyant pair of them from a bazar (market).

"This -— " She gestures to the gifts scattered around them, " —-- all of this and you, means alot to me." She sighs giving him a wet smile and he smoothes his thumb against her cheek like she's the most fragile thing to exist.

He watches her in a tad confusion when she stands up with a giggly squeal putting everything away and comes back with a tube of henna in her hand.

"It's chand raat t'night 'cos tommorrow is eid -- usually I spend it with Sarah and we apply henna to eachother, we're horrible at it honestly but now she isn't here 'm gonna bite yours ears —-" He cuts her off. Ushering her to sit back on her spot. He couldn't be more glad to spend all of his time with her whether it's just watching her make designs on her hand with henna.

"Your cha's waftin'." He shakes his head bringing it to her lips, "It's hot." She tells him drawing a circle on her palm and filling it with beautiful darkness of henna.

"Okie then ... " He blows at the hot beverage to cool it down and again brings it to her lips, "Now." He croons softly to her. She holds his wrist taking a sip from it -- he tucks the strand of her hair back and she smiles up at him making him chuckle when she takes a huge sigh as if her soul just woke up.

"What do we d'tommorrow?" He asks. Knowing most of the time they went to Zayn's house on Eids his mother used to fill the whole table with delicious dishes and the whole day was spent having fun.

"We do nothing but have loads of nice time -- I already made a dessert 'cos I know I'll be too lazy in the mornin', and invited your friends if that's okay?" She glances up at him done with her left palm.

"Perfect then," He nods, "D'ya need help with the other one?" He asks grabbing her right hand and the tube of henna from her.

"Yes, please." She shows him her hand covered with with henna and since it's wet she could do one thing wait or let him do it. The second options sounds more good.

"Not on me if it gets messed up." He warns her nonchalantly following the same pattern of her left hand. Stealing glances of her attractive face every now and then, dotting her moles with his intense gaze, he just thinks her brown eyes look more intricate – it's specks as if the forests soil on the first rains when they dilate with her racing heartbeat.

They're like an open book to him and at the same time mysteriously dark that he feels like burning a match to melt in them.

"You did it way better than me," She snorts examining it closely and turns the other way round to lay down on the carpeted floor and rest her head in his lap. He wipes his own hands watching the dark henna leaving a swipe of color on his fingertips.

He pets her hair, dimples milking into his cheeks when she raises her both hands infront of him -- blocking the moonlight that's falling on her, "When I was small I always used to end up getting it on my face and lemme tell ya. Having a yellow blotch isn't even a tiny bit fascinating on the only day you could dress up fancy."

His chest rumbles with giggles and he brings her hands closer to her lips blowing raspberries at them to get them dry early.

Comfortable silence envelopes them in to the point where they could hear crickets singing outside and moonlight sparkling on their skin —- she breaks it cuddling up into his chest.

"I really appreciate this, Harry." Her voice hushed whisper and her cherry stained lips couldn't resist but to patch kisses where his heart lays and she could sense it kicking a pace, "The fact that you did so much just for me -- is beyond my thought. I really feel like home." He let her speak. Squeezing her shoulders to convey the fierceness of his emotions he holds for her. His silken lips pressed to her temple and his eyelids flutters with each spurt of breath she inhales.

"I'll keep making you feel like home, till the day you'll allow me." Today. He for actually felt that his home was never a building or the luxurious furniture adorned inside it, but her. It's always gonna be her.

Because the moment he gets lost in those eyes all he come across is their shared laughter, their moments spent on this balcony right outside sipping onto their chas and watching the city wake up infront of their eyes, going to places he has never been to before, doing things he never thought he'd do in hundered years —- he isn't a big fan of spices but he still pretends like a big boi infront of her while eating pani puri she's oh so obsessed with.

The times she was never embarrassed to introduce him to her community or her friends, and getting soaked into rains even though they could've just used his car, having days planned to make him try new desi dishes, going to buy candles of many scent and shapes with him but then never feeling like leaving the store until he warns her that he'll throw her on his shoulder infront of everyone.

Going to Turkish markets together. He's a bread lover and so all this time he doesn't feel like leaving the shops filled with different kiln and tandoori breads. Eating Simit and drinking black tea in the amardu cups sitting outside the cafe –- he likes it with cheese while she might sound bland she just likes a bit of butter.

Them deciding for hours and hours which Persian rug to buy -- but never buying it apologising to the shop keeper.

Giving eachother head massages from the organic rosemary Morrocon oil that one of her friend gifted her, (Y/N) thinks she's one hell of a masseuse but Harry thinks otherwise —- though he would never ever break her heart so it's better keeping it a secret.

His nose creates a purring sound while he sleeps leaning against the wall, he doesn't even remember when he fell into the deep slumber with his large hand still wrapped around her wrist in a protective manner to keep her from moving.

It's cute.

Though when she stirs to regain consciousness with the birds chirping outside she feels remorseful finding him sleeping in such an uncomfy position just because of her and he wakes up with a loud wheeze —- blinking rapidly to see what just happened only to visibly relax back when she shushes him gently.

"Baby .... shit." He grogs out, knuckling at his eyes pointing at her jaw which's covered into a orangish streak, "Don't tell me." She groans bumping her head against his bicep.

A moment later they burst into fits of hoarse giggles and chuckles. She'd try to suck in air to not to snort and would do it nonetheless driving them more into belly aching laughter.

"Eid Mubarak, I guess?" He cackles loudly. Dimple coveting in to his velvet of skin. Rubs the tip of his nose against her's affectionately and swoons her in his arms to hug her warmly.

"Now -— go 'n dress up, c'mon." He cups the nape of her neck playing with the baby hair there and she whines smushing her face against his chest, "No. Lemme sleep some more."

"Heyyy none of that, c'mon sleepy girl you'll regret it later." He boops her nose smiling down at her fondly and she grumbles mumbling something in between you're so annoying or you're being so much like my mum.

He waits for her laying on the sofa with his arms folded and eyes closed. Prolly took a mini version of nap only to perk his head up grabbing the back of sofa when she returns with wet hair, soft clean face and lips tinted cherry wearing the dress and bangles he bought for her.

An enchantress from head to toe, he wouldn't even complain if she bewitches him.

He needs someone to pinch his bum because he thinks his eyelids might have struck. He takes a dramatic breather mischievously, pupils dilated cutesly and heart shaped lips parted with the sweet loving words in praise of her beauty burning at the tip of his tongue.

His fawning gives her butterflies. Expanding her chest with warmth and she does a three-sixty when he spindles his nimble in the air demanding her to show herself from every angle.

Her head falls back. An echo of happy giggles resonating in the room when he smacks his hand against his chest and flops into heaps of sofa cushions.

"You're fuckin' beautiful, a total knockout." He walks towards her with his hands spread open and takes her's to kiss the inside of her palms, "So are you." Her voice small with shyness. He sits on her on sofa and stays beside her with his chin perched upon his knuckles staring at her like she hung the moon -- as if she's a prayer come true.

"Did you get me ready to d'nothing?" She turns towards him. The curled up fringes kissing the apples of her cheeks same as his fingertips are dying to do so.

"I might sound selfish but it was a trap to get you ready early so I could admire you till everyone squeeze between us ... " He smirks and she huffs sinking deeper into the sofa throwing her limbs in air and his breath hitches when her bangles clanks together producing a beautiful noise.

"Harry!!" She whines.

"Okie, time to fill some grumpy kitten's tummy." He announces standing up to head to kitchen and she shakes her head with a silly smile trailing behind him.

All she knows is that. This Eid she'll have the best time of her life, as she could already feel his energy and love radiating in every corner of her home.

@harryforvogue idk why but everytime I'd sit to write this blurb you'd pop in my mind, hope so you're not hiccuping wildly.

#harry styles imagines #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x y/n imagines #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shots #harry styles blurb #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles dirty imagines #harry x reader

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briefololtragedy · 4 years

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Of menus and audio-books

Pairing Kakashi Sakura

Rating M

Summary: Sakura and Kakashi both want their dinner date, but Sakura's work keeps getting in the way. Sakura asks for Kakashi's help with tasting the menu, lets see what happens. The coffee shop saga continues

also posted to AO3 , follow up to Pakkun’s plan and Frazzled Friday

Sakura couldn’t believe the last two weeks she has had. Two weeks ago she was supposed to have dinner with Kakashi, but she kept having to put it off for work. She really needed to make a note to never cater ever again. She thought nothing could be worse than catering for that 16th birthday party, a shiver ran up her spine thinking of all the pink and sparkles. Hana, Sakura loved her to death, but between her changing her mind about the menu every other day and then Kiba constantly showing up in the coffee shop, Sakura was on her last shred of sanity. Kakashi still visited with Pakkun, but for not as long and his visits were what was getting her through this hell. She knew that Kakashi wasn’t fully comfortable talking with her when Kbia was present.

Burning...something was burning! She looked around and realized it was her muffins that she put into the oven. Sakura made a mad dash to the kitchen, smoke was billowing out of her oven. The muffins were beyond saving. Throwing the tray into the sink she couldn’t help but let out a frustrated yell. The shop wasn’t open yet, not for another 30 minutes, so there were not any customers to scare away.

And it was just at this moment her phone decided to ding. Not even two seconds later the phone was flying across the kitchen. Yep...here come the tears. She didn’t know anymore if they were out of frustration or actual sadness. Hana changed her mind again and wanted to go into a different direction. Sakura already decided that this day sucked. She just wanted to crawl back into bed and cuddle up with a good book. Silver flashed across her mind, cheeks flushed. She wouldn’t mind cuddling with him either.

Sakura didn’t know what to make of their relationship. He was more than a customer, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted. She wanted to get to know him more, wanted to see him outside of these stupid walls. She wanted to shave her legs, do her hair and makeup, and wear a dress for him, well more for her, but she wanted him to be there to appreciate her. A small voice said she also wanted to appreciate him, take that scarf and more off of him.

After her 10 minute freak out she got up from the floor, retrieved her phone and went to work. She was on the phone with Hana when he came in, he was earlier than usual (very odd). After talking Hana down from the edge, no she would not do German Russian fusion, what even the hell was that! She will handle the menu and told Hana to not worry about it. She couldn’t help the flutter in her chest when watching her favorite duo take a seat. She thanked whatever deity was looking out for her since Kiba was nowhere in sight.

“I think someone played a prank on you and messed with your clocks. You do know that it is 9am?” Kakashi was yet again hard at work on his laptop, Pakkun at his feet. She sat across from him, well she more like flopped into the seat, but it was a long day and it was only 9am!

“Hmm, maybe I just really wanted to see you.” Kakashi felt worn down, he didn’t want to beat around the bush. He was here finally when Sakura wasn’t busy with a certain customer. It was over a month since he had started to frequent Sakura’s coffee shop and he really wanted that dinner date. It didn’t help that Genma started talking about the pretty pink haired coffee shop owner when he was drunk the other night. Images flashing through his mind. He also wanted to take her up on her offer of helping him with his audiobook debacle. Kakashi decided that today would be the day, they would set the actual day for their date.

“I’m sure a busy editor like yourself has better things to do.” Sakura took a pause. “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to get our dinner together. This catering event has been a huge headache. You and this little guy have been so helpful.” Why couldn’t they seem to get out of these four stupid walls.

“I’m never too busy for coffee or your dessert of the day.” Sakura couldn’t help but smile, it was then she decided to throw her shoulders back and give herself a mental pep talk. “So my client changed the menu again, this is a short notice, but how would you feel about testing out the menu I came up with tonight?” It felt like an eternity as she waited for his answer.

Kakashi wanted to jump up and cheer, but he was not Gai. “Tonight would work.” His palms were not sweaty, he was not a teenager anymore. However, he felt himself melt at that wide dazzling smile. “Perfect! I’ll send you my address. Does 8 work?”

“8 sounds good.” He would have made sure that it worked. Kakashi watched her walk away and couldn’t help but chuckle at the flour she had on the back of her jeans, highlighting her amazing backside asset. Eight couldn’t come fast enough.

Sakura couldn’t help the extra pep in her step throughout the rest of the day. Mei looked at her like she grew a second head when she was giving customers free upgrades on their coffee orders. Sakura even had time during her break to make a menu and grocery list. She would have plenty of time to get what she needed, exercise (cause of her sugar addiction), and start preparing the food. She felt good, she hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Sakura had decided on a simple green fit n flare dress that came to her mid thigh, hair was in a messy bun, and just a little bit of makeup.

A knock on her door brought her back down to earth. She froze and was at a loss for words at the sight before her. Kakashi was wearing dark loose fitting jeans and a light grey henley shirt. She could see part of a tribal tattoo peeking out from under his right sleeve. Then there was his scarf, or more importantly the lack of a scarf. Internally she started to whimper, it wasn’t far for him to look like that.

“Kakashi please come in. I’m not making everything that I was thinking of serving for the event, but wanted to do a variety. You wouldn’t mind giving me your opinion on the other foods too?” Sakura felt more comfortable talking about food or more work related topics. She didn’t trust herself with him. Previous boyfriends didn’t like it when she was more “aggressive.”

“Sounds good.” Kakashi couldn’t help, but appreciate Sakura’s appearance. She always looked stunning, but now... He could see her muscular thighs, small waist, toned arms, and her rear. He had admired one of her best assets earlier today and couldn’t help stare as she led him through her house.

“Here is the menu I wrote up. Whatcha think?” Sakura was leaning over her kitchen island resting on her elbows.

Kakashi looked at the menu in front of him: Short Rib Crostini with Cambozola Cheese and Cherry Jam. Kimchi deviled eggs. Apple stuffed pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon. Butternut squash soup, tomato soup with mini grilled cheese crouton. Caramelized onion, goat cheese, and mushroom flatbread. Teriyaki salmon mini burgers. Medley of roasted vegetables Desserts in a shot glass: Tarrimsu, white chocolate blueberry cheesecake, lemon meringue. Trio of hot chocolate and cookies

“There will also be fruit and vegetables, fresh dip...Oh and some homemade crackers. I was thinking of baked brie with apricot jam. There were fresh apricots at the store and couldn’t help making some jam.” Before he could speak his stomach decided to join the conversation.

“Hmm , maybe I should stop talking about food and we should go to the eating part. I made the deviled eggs, flatbread, vegetables, tomato soup and grilled cheese. Then the hot chocolate and either chocolate chip or snickerdoodle cookies.” All of the smells that hit him when he first walked in all made sense now. He could smell the cookies, but really caught his attention was the eggplant in the mix of roasted vegetables.

“That sounds like a perfect plan. I forgot to ask if it would be alright to take you up on your offer from a couple of weeks ago, and have you listen to me read?” He had tried reading for Jiraya earlier, but all he got was a sour face from the man.

“It's the least I can do. Let’s eat!” Sakura found the conversation was easy. Kakashi gave some comments on the food, she noticed how he went back for more eggplant. She also had to pat herself on her back for not being too awkward. She found herself talking about Naruto and Jiraiya. Along with stories of Ino. Kakashi shared about his dogs, how he rescued them, he had more than just Pakkun. He had been in the army, but left after 5 years. He found himself settling into the publishing business with his passion for books.

Kakashi had settled into her sofa, while she decided to clean the kitchen before dessert. Guilt overtook him while he watched her do the dishes and clean off the counters. He found himself making his way to help her, she seemed shocked when he pushed her over to dry while he washed. It seemed like her friends didn’t volunteer often to help her clean.

The dish water had gotten his shirt slightly damp on the front, allowing for it to cling just enough to get an outline of his abs. It was getting hotter in her kitchen and the oven was off. She was taken out of her thoughts when she felt an arm grazing her back. “Sorry, I finished washing and decided to help with drying, the only other towel was to your right. You were lost in thought I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Sorry for zoning out. Let me get the hot chocolate ready. Do you want white, milk, or dark chocolate? Also cookie choice.” She had decided on white chocolate and snickerdoodle, hmm this sugar was going to go straight to her ass.

“I’m starting to think you are made out of sugar. I will have dark chocolate. Hmm I think I’ll try both, I’ve been a good boy.” Sakura felt warm again, how was she going to get through him reading one of those stupid books.

“The night is still young, hope you stay a good boy. Lets go to the living room for your contribution to the evening.” Kakashi was having second thoughts. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to practice?” He didn’t want her to run away or ruin what relationship they had.

“Kakashi it's the least I can do! You have been so much help with all of this, have a seat.” Kakashi went back to sitting on the sofa, placing his hot chocolate on the end table. The chocolate chip cookie was already gone. Sakura made herself comfortable on the other end of the sofa, she was sitting facing him, one of her legs under her, she was sipping on her drink and occasionally dunking her cookie into it.

“Alright here goes nothing.” Kakahi cleared his throat as he started to read.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Maalik.” Elena looks forlorn. The wind blows her chestnut hair in front of her face obscuring her crystal clear blue eyes. They are meeting in their safe haven, far from the eyes of their families. A small stream flowed through the area, wildflowers surrounding. The trees provided shade from the gruling sun. A ray of light had cut through the trees and onto Elena, it was their oasis.. Maalik couldn’t help but give pause. She was beauty, nothing could compare. He could feel his palms become sweaty and his heart race as he looked at her.

Kakashi noticed that Sakura was adjusting in her seat. She was cupping her mug with both hands staring at him intently. He continued on.

“You say that everytime we meet, my love.” Maalik’s smoky voice penetrated through the air. He couldn’t help, but bring his hand to her face making her look him in the eyes. Elena’s heart was beating so fast it felt like it would come out of her chest. All thoughts vanished from her mind as she looked into his brown eyes. His arm went to wrap around her waist, pulling her to him. Elena’s hand was resting on his chest and she could feel his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

Sakura could feel some discomfort between her legs grow. She wanted to rub them together. It should not be allowed to have his deep baritone voice so smooth, warming her all the way to her bones.

“Every time I see you I can’t help but feel like your beauty grows, it puts the flowers to shame.” He couldn’t help but bring their lips together. It had been weeks since they last saw each other. Elena was hesitant at first, but wasted no time to deepen the kiss. They both were acting like people dying of thirst getting water for the first time. Before Elena knew it she was laying on the grass, Maalik hovering over her. Their kiss never broke.

Kakashi’s heart was beating fast. He was sure he was blushing. Sakura’s eyes had started to glaze over. He wanted to reach out and move that strand of hair from her face.

“Please...Please Maalik it's been too long. I need you.” Maalik didn’t have to be told twice as he ventured down Elena’s body leaving wet trails as he made it to his destination.

“Sakura… are you alright?” She had been fidgeting in her seat. “I...” All self control had abandoned her and she lunged. She shoved the book out of his hands as she settled herself on his lap. Sakura cupped his face in her hands and went in for the kiss. She could taste the lingering chocolate and cinnamon from dessert. Part of her wondered if he would pull away, but once she felt him deepening the kiss with hands going to her hips she cheered internally.

Kakashi was wondering if he was dreaming. The slight nip on his lip assured him this was reality. He couldn’t help, but to slide his hands up her thighs to her hips. He took note of the ripple of her muscles with his touch. Kakashi pulled her closer to him. A low moan escaped him as Sakura started to slowly circle her hips against him. The small whine she created when he had to pull away broke part of him. They both were panting heavy just from their kiss.

“I have wanted to kiss you since the first time I met you. Do you know how much I desired to pull that stupid scarf off of you? “ Sakura’s voice had taken a husky quality to it, while they had stopped their current activity she continued to stay on his lap.

“Sakura you are no better, with those tight jeans and aprons you wear. How a baker has this great of an ass I will never know.” To emphasize his point one of his hands went to squeeze her ass lovenly. This time it was Kakashi initiating their heated lip lock. His hair was so soft between her fingers. A pleasant sensation ran up her spine as he rubbed small circles on her hip. She wanted to explore more of him.

Sakura found her right hand venturing downward, tracing the outlines of his pectorals, down his abdominal muscles, to rest just above his jeans. She slowly pulled away from him, resting her forehead on his, as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans to slide her hand to her goal. The moan and bucking of his hips was the only sign she needed to continue. She could feel Kakashi’s lips on her neck, him lightly biting at times. Sakura almost had to give pause once she had his sizable member in her hands. She licked her lips as she started to slowly work up and down his shaft. Her position was slightly awkward as her hand was between both their bodies. She wanted to move with him and found herself circing her hips with his rhythm.

Kakashi felt like he was in overload at the moment. The taste of her neck and mouth still lingering, then the feel of Sakura’s hand as she worked him, and then her hips grinding against him it was almost too much. Before he could speak he found himself standing up with her in his arms. The small squeak she let out was adorable, but it was her wrapping her legs around him that he focused on.

“Bedroom?” At his question Sakura pointed her head in the direction of her hallway. As he made his way to his destination he couldn’t help but kick off his jeans as they fell down. Once he found the right door on his own. Sakura had decided to start licking and biting at his neck, hands wondering. At least she had released her hold on little Kakashi because he didn’t think he would have the self control to not take her against the wall.

He made quick work of his shirt after laying her down, while Sakura made quick work of her dress.

Sakura started to feel self conscious as she looked at the greek god in front of her. The tattoo that she saw earlier extended up his shoulder and over his right pec. She was so wrapped up on her thoughts she didn’t notice Kakashi staring.

While Sakura made some of the most delicious desserts they didn’t make his mouth water as much as the woman in front of him. Her breasts were covered by a white lace bra, but looked like they would fit perfectly in his hands. His eyes trailed down her flat stomach to her matching pair of white panties. It was time for his second dessert.

Sakura felt her bed dip as Kakashi joined her. Her arms locking around his neck as he started to kiss her. She couldn’t help but to rub her legs together as one of his hands went to her breast, messaging it. He started to trail down her with kisses. Him making quick work of her bra as he latched onto one of her nipples, while he messaged the other. After a few minutes he switched. The pressure between her legs was building and she couldn’t help her whimpers and moans. She wanted more.

As if hearing her thoughts he ventured down her stomach pausing where her underwear started, then it was gone. His thumb started to rub circles over her clit before he replaced it with his mouth. He started sucking gently at first then the pressure started to build, especially once he placed two finger into her pumping at a lazy rhythm at first. Her back arched and she was coming.

Kakashi came back up to kiss her and she could taste herself. She wasted no time in wrapping her legs around him as he positioned himself. Finally he slid inside, stretching her deliciously.

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They laid intertwined both exhausted from their multiple rounds.

“You don’t like my scarf?” Sakura rolled her eyes as she nestled into him more. “Shut up and don’t make me regret spending my day off with you.”

Extra- Pakkun's thoughts:

Pakkun thought all was well 2 weeks ago, yet his owner can't seal the deal with the pretty shop owner. Pakkun has his life set and Kakashi had to ruin it. Tonight just takes the cake! Kakashi left him! Kakashi had looked like a nervous teenager when he left, mumbling to himself as he walked out the door. It almost sounded like he was giving himself a pep talk. Pakkun looks to the sofa where the other human is sitting, sipping a beer, while having a toothpick in his mouth, why was this guy even here! Pakkun had become accustomed to tuning out this human. he vaguely hears a ding of the phone. "Well peanut looks like it will be just us. Kakashi wont be back tonight, lucky dog." Genma has a smirk on his face.

Pakkun doesn't want to be with Genma and he also sees his hopes of a belly full of dog biscuits crumble. Surely if Kakashi was visiting Sakura he would have taken Pakkun along.

#kakasaku #Sakura x Kakashi #Sakura Haruno #Kakashi Hatake #naruto #fanfic #drabble

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im0mega · 4 years

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The Fridge

There is a HUGE fridge in the ghouls common room. Let's get a closer look

There are various fridge magnets. Usually the ghouls bring them from tour and a lot of them are fan made.

They used to have Fridge Poetry Magnets but at some point one of the ghouls took 'em down. ("If I read these I'm not hungry anymore.")

Nobody bothers putting important informations (schedule, shopping lists...) there cause they'll get ignored anyways. Funny pictures get added now and then. Oh and there's the speed camera photo of Papa III (wearing glasses and looking like a wine aunt)

Inside theoretically there's one shelf for each ghoul and a drawer for common foods.

There are rules:

if something is rotting, no matter on what shelf, everyone is allowed to throw it out.

if you accidentally put your stuff on someone else's shelf, that's your problem.

if you steal someone else's food, deal with the consequences. Depending on whose snacks you stole they'll probably try to kill (Cumulus, Smol Earth, Mountain, Rain), torture (Cirrus, Swiss, Mist), burn (Dewdrop, Alpha) or destroy (Air) you or ask you to get them said snack asap (Aether, Water, Special)

Only food items are allowed in the fridge No soap (sideeyes to Dewdrop), sex toys or 'experiments'

Let's go through the shelves, shall we?

Mountain gets the top shelf, for practical purposes. It's always rather full (tall boy eats a lot) but neatly organized.

Air has the one below. There is an alarming amount of raw meat in different boxes. Nobody knows what kind. Where (and if) he buys it? Nobody knows and nobody is stupid enough to ask.

Below that are Alpha and Omega. They actually share their two shelves for practical purposes. There's a variety of foods and also a few bottles of very fine wine. (Do you keep that in a fridge? Idek)

Water keeps his food on the shelves below. It's mostly snacks tbh.

Aether has loads of veggies plus the occasional snack stored on his shelf. Always has a few packs of milk for late night hot chocolate ready.

Swiss' shelf is at least 50% cheese. (he jokes that it's because of his name). This ghoul loves cheese. so. much. Never enough cheese. The rest is canned food (it's practical, it's handy) eggs (protein!) and snacks. It's a bit messy but not too bad.

Cirrus and Cumulus share their two shelves too. They're actually pretty chill about their food. If you're really craving that straciatella yoghurt they have - just ask if you can have it. They're happy to share. If you steal without asking you're finished though.

Special has a lot of antipasti, cheese, some emergency beer cans and everything you need for the Italian cuisine at the ready. His shelf is also a bit messy.

Rain likes fruit a lot, there's always some blueberries/ strawberries/ grapes... He also keeps a few cans of cola (he's happy to share). His shelf is very organized

Below Rain is Dewdrops shelf (they wanted to give him the lowest one but he wasn't having it) and it is a mess. It's either almost empty cause he forgot to go shopping or completely stuffed with a variety of things in no particular order.

Mist has the next shelf. She's not a big eater and her shelf is neatly organized and usually half empty.

Smol Earth has the lowest shelf. Yeah, he's small and angry about it but his self-esteem isn't as fragile as worrying where his fucking fridge shelf is. Also has loads of snacks, some emergency beer cans and veggies stored there.

Below that are the common shelf and drawer. They go from stuffed to empty to stuffed between shopping trips. Aether makes sure theres veggies, Rain and Dew make sure theres Snacks. The ghouls that cook (usually the old ghouls cause they have more free time, but Aether and Swiss sometimes cook too) put the ingredients to their recipes here too (in the desperate hopes that nobody eats said ingredient before they could use it for a specific dish.)

Leftovers from previous meals are stored here too. On one occasion after hitting the zardoz* too hard, Swiss cooked all leftovers into one dish at 3am. He did not leave the toilet the next day**

(* Mary on a cross if you know what I mean; ** this is based on a true story that happened to my brother's bandmate once)

#the band ghost #i wanted to draw the fridge but Im a lazy fuck #nameless ghoul headcanon #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #ghost bc #ghost headcanons

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ravens-rambling · 4 years

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True Loves Kiss

A/N: This one is also a bit of a stretch but ehhhh. It’s suppose to be ‘Dragon Witch’ prompt XD

@sanderssidescelebrations

WC: 1,373

ships: Romantic Logince

warnings: Cursing, Mentions of homophobia, Haunted Toys, uuuhh I think that’s it

Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75@frostedlover@mycatshuman @mutechild@panicattheeverywhere15@overlord-winter @analogical-mess@saddestlittlebabe

Roman didn’t mean to get cursed. Guess it wasn't a smart move to piss off a witch… Who would’ve thunk it?

For centuries now he’s been trapped inside this knights toy, unable to talk or do much of anything. Well, at first.

His first owner was a young boy who stumbled across him when he was exploring the neighborhood. And he picked him up and brought him home. For years he played with him until he got bored in his later years then kept him in an attic. Until he gave him to his son.

Now, the spell was that only true loves kiss could break the spell. The reason why she did this? Oh, she was jealous cause he found him with another guy and apparently didn’t like that. And that’s how he found out that she is a witch. A dragon witch to be precise, or at least that’s what she called herself.

However, as the years went by her spell slowly weakened. Now he’s able to move at small times of the day. It was gradual movements at first, and now he's able to move his hand and foot. Even blink and open his mouth.

And of course, nobody liked a toy being able to move by itself.

At first, nobody really noticed. But as more time passed by he guessed people grew as well. They developed this thing called…cameras? He wasn’t sure he heard that right, he thinks he did though. And apparently they spied on him while he was moving around. How does he know this? Cause the next day he gets tossed out to the next owner. Now he can’t keep an owner for months without being sold to another owner.

And as time passed by his hopes of ever finding his true love got dimmer and dimmer. His hopes of ever getting out of this prison get lower with each passing day. And by now he doesn’t think he’ll ever be free. This will probably be his life until somebody burns him. Or dismantle him…

That was until one owner. One fateful day.

After being auctioned off in a huge room with lots of people he was going home with his new owner. He was a businessman by the looks of it. Wore a black suit with a dark blue tie. Had black square glasses and blue eyes… Yep, he means business for sure.

He wants to blink at him but for some reason, he couldn’t in this glass case. It restricted every movement he could make… So he had to sit there and watch him while he drove to his new home.

And he soon came to know that he really means business. As in the witch kind of business.

Apparently this Logan Berry is from a family line of witches. Which he found interesting. And he had bought him cause he had a hunch that there was something wrong. And a good thing for that too.

When he unhooked the box Roman instantly could move again and he blinked at him while he was being held. But Logan didn't scream like all the previous owners before him did. Instead, he simply stared and hummed in thought.

“You’ve had a spell placed on you, haven't you? Feels like a powerful one… Whatever witch did this was extremely powerful. And must’ve been angry at you… Whatever you did. Well, no matter, I’ll save you. Don’t you worry.”

And he was telling the truth. For months he experimented and failed in bringing him back. However, he did weaken the spell enough so as he could start talking. And he told Logan what happened and how to break it.

“True love? Oh… Hm… Interesting… That must be some dark magic cause I've never heard that. I’ve read on voodoo and I thought that's what this was. But if it’s to deal with true love then that's not the case…”

“I don’t know…anything about magic…or spells… Guess I angered the wrong…witch, didn’t I?” He had to talk slowly since whatever Logan did didn’t work completely. If he talked too fast his mouth will freeze up.

“That you did. I wonder how this ‘true love’ of yours is supposed to break the spell?”

Roman gasped, his eyes lighting up, “Like Princess And The Frog maybe?! I liked that movie and maybe it’s like that and-” He was cut off by his mouth freezing up again, his voice dying out.

“I told you not to talk fast.” Logan sighed and mumbled a spell that unfroze him. “I don’t know if that’ll work? It seems too straightforward…”

“Logan.” Roman looked up at the witch determinedly. “Kiss me.”

“What?! Why would I do that?”

“It worked in the movie! It’ll work here, right? And maybe you’re my true love! I haven’t had anybody so determined to change me back and-” The spell wore off again.

With bright red cheeks, Logan sighed and cast the spell again. Before Roman could say anything he rubbed his eyes. “Roman, that was a fictional movie. And it's highly illogical that it would even work. It has to be some counterspell to fix it or-”

“Please, Logan? Can we try?”

Logan looked down to see the toy solder giving him the biggest puppy eyes he’s ever seen. And that’s impressive, considering he’s a toy and everything. Logan’s cheeks grew redder and he sighed.

“Alright. Fine. One kiss.”

“Yay!! Thank you, Logan!” Roman beamed and danced around on the table. But when Logan leaned down to pick him up he stood still so it’ll be easier.

“Mhm… Sure. Don’t speak of this to anyone, especially my son. Alright?”

“My lips are sealed, Mr. Berry!” Roman huffed and nodded, making a point to zipper his lips shut. Logan couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that.

“Alright… 1… 2… 3.” He counted then leaned forward and kissed the lips of the toy. As soon as his lips touched the toys hard wooden one wind came out from the walls. It blew around them faster and faster. Electricity crackled around them, causing Logan's papers to blow around even more. And he felt the hairs on his arms raised.

Logan’s eyes widened and he looked in front of him to see the dolls features changing. It was growing in size and becoming more human-like. One by one his features come back, his eyes, his nose.

Until finally, they both landed on the floor once the wind came to a stop and the electricity dimmed down. And he could finally move his lips from the other.

The man before him was stunning. He was darker in the skin, mirroring the darker wood that the toy was seemingly was made from. But he also had freckles scattered across his cheeks and nose. His dark hair was wavy, flowing upwards in a stylish manner. And his eyes were of a milk chocolate brown color. His clothes were old fashioned if Logan had to guess off the bat it was from the 1700s.

They both stared at each other for several minutes, both of them coming to terms with what just happened.

Until Roman just broke that moment of silence. He jumped in the air and beamed, his eyes lighting up and he squealed. “I knew it would work! I just had to meet the right guy! Disney, you didn’t fail me! Thank you!” Then he hugged him.

And Logan felt his face grow even brighter. His heart skipped a beat for a moment, then he felt it speed up. He…didn’t think he was this hot in his real body… Holy shit…

“You okay, spec’s?” Roman asked, now pulling him away and beaming still.

Quickly he shook his head and readjusted his tie, clearing his throat a bit. “Yes, I am. I’m glad that the spell reversed. Now, I have work to attend to. I still have to figure out how exactly that worked and so i-”

“Oh, don’t give me that, Lo! It worked! Which means your my soulmate! We’re destined together! Don't you feel it? I’m so glad you're my new owner!” He kissed Logan again.

Yeah… Logan was never a believer in destiny or soulmates but maybe… Just this one time…

He is.

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A Little Scare

@forduary week 2 is trust/paranoia, so here’s a little feral!Ford fic.

***

“Grunkle Stan, you promised you’d take us to the grocery store!” Mabel complained.

“Yeah, well that was before I broke my toe tripping over your hot glue gun.”

Stan was sitting in his recliner, both feet up, while Ford applied some sort of special cream to the swollen, blackened toe in question. The kids stood between him and the TV, determined not to let their Grunkle just relax and watch TV until they got what they wanted.

“But I still have another dozen cookies to make for tonight’s human-gnome relations seminar, and we’re all out of eggs and milk!”

“And I’m out of ball-point pens!” Dipper added.

“Look, kids, Ford says I gotta stay off my foot for the next 24 hours if his incredible cure-all is gonna work. Otherwise I’m gonna be in a boot for the rest of the month, and nobody wants that. Why can’t you just ask Soos to take you once tours are done for the day?”

“Because he doesn’t finish until six, and the seminar starts at 6:30!”

“You know, Stan, I could take them.” Ford offered.

Stan gave his brother a skeptical glance. “You sure about that, Poindexter? Remember what happened last time?”

Ford rolled his eyes. “That was last fall! I’ve made a lot of progress keeping my cool in social situations.”

“Yeah, in open-air markets, not a cramped little grocery store.”

“You know what? I’m going to take them, just to prove to you that I can!” Ford huffed.

“Alright, fine. ‘Snot like I can stop you. But take Soos’s truck. There’s no way I’m lettin’ you drive my car.”

“Fine.”

“Yay!” The kids cheered, following Ford into the hall.

Stan caught hold of Dipper’s vest as the boy passed.

“Hey, kid, do me a favor? Just stick close to Ford while you’re at the store, alright?”

Dipper nodded. “Sure thing, Grunkle Stan.”

***

“I don’t see why Stanley is so insistent that I can’t drive his car.” Ford complained as he pulled into the parking lot. “I got us here without incident.”

“Well, you did end up on the curb a handful of times.” Mabel pointed out.

“And narrowly avoided a collision with a car parked on the side of the road.”

“Avoided being the operative word.” Ford insisted. “And don’t try and tell me Stan’s any better.”

“True.” the kids agreed.

The grocery store wasn’t terribly busy, but Gravity Falls wasn’t a big town, so that was to be expected. As soon as they entered, Mabel led them into the dairy section to get her eggs and milk. They were both located in the back corner of the store. Stanford found himself tensing as he walked down a cold aisle filled with different kinds of cheese, butter, cream, milk, and eggs. He couldn’t see the other people in there with them, couldn’t see what they were doing, couldn’t see the exit--

It’s fine. He told himself. It’s just a grocery store. People are just here to get food.

“Welp, I gotta go get some girl stuff.” Mabel declared once she’d loaded her carton of eggs into the grocery cart. “See you guys at the checkout!” She sauntered off to the other end of the store, quickly lost from Ford’s sight among all the displays of soda cans and snack cakes.

“She’ll be ok.” Dipper assured his uncle, slipping his tiny hand into the scientist’s larger one. Ford immediately blushed. Was his discomfort that obvious?

Dipper led Ford to the office supplies, where they grabbed a packet of nice blue ink pens. It really wasn’t that bad, he kept telling himself. Sure, he was tense, he was on high-alert, even higher because Mabel had wandered off on her own, but he could handle it. It would be fine.

It would have been fine, if not for the spill.

They were passing through the frozen aisle when someone behind them pulled out a big bag of frozen peas. Unfortunately, the bag had frozen together with its neighbor, and when one was pulled out, it tried to take the second bag with it, leading to a rip. Two bags full of frozen peas spilled onto the floor, making a cacophony of pinging, tinkling sounds. Tiny ice crystals flew up in the air as the peas shattered. Ford’s hairs stood on end as the cold flecks showered them. As the rapid-fire shattering assaulted his ears.

Suddenly, Ford wasn’t in the grocery store. He was in the ice fields of Raretania 2, with a pack of cryokinetic creatures on his tail. Icicles grew on them like spines, and when they wanted to take down a meal, they could shoot the ice shards like a porcupine on steroids.

The old researcher scooped up his nephew and began frantically searching for a place to hide. Outrunning these things wasn't an option, when they could shoot their icicles with such speed and accuracy. These aisles were barren of any real cover. All they did was hide whatever was on the other side. However, Ford did notice a few feet of space between the top of the freezers and the ceiling. That could work.

He more-or-less threw Dipper up onto the freezers before scaling them himself. A quick survey of the area showed they had lost their pursuers for now. But someone was still in immediate danger.

"Where's your sister!?" Ford hissed quietly to Dipper, who was still sputtering after being thrown up here like a pile of dirty laundry.

"Wh-- probably the cosmetics aisle, I dunno! What's--"

"We need to get to her before they do."

"They who?"

"I don't know if they have an actual name on the planet they're from. I always just called them Iciquills. Suffice to say, they're extremely dangerous, so we need to find Mabel and warn her. Now come on, we can probably jump to the next shelf from here."

Rather than be concerned, Dipper just latched onto his uncle's leg, stopping him from leaping. "Great Uncle Ford, no! You'll just hurt yourself! Or at the very least make a huge mess!"

"That hardly matters in this situation! We need to find Mabel without drawing their attention."

"Mabel's not in danger! We're not in danger! Stop and think! Why would Iciquills be here, at the grocery store? How would Iciquills be at the grocery store?"

Every cell in Ford's body was screaming at him to act before it was too late. But he knew if there was any real danger, Dipper wouldn't just brush it off like this. And when he stopped to think about it, no, it didn't make any logical sense.

"But… but I heard it! The sound of their quills just missing a target! I felt the breaking ice on the backs of my legs!"

"Oh. I guess that was pretty scary, when you put it like that." Dipper grimaced. "But I promise, it was just an accident! Someone dropped their peas. Look!" The boy pointed to the back of his uncle's pant legs. Tiny flecks of thawing peas stuck there.

Ford's heart sank, and his face burned red with embarrassment. He'd come here to prove Stanley wrong, and instead did just the opposite. Now he wanted to hide up here for completely different reasons.

"The longer we stay up here, the more embarrassing it's gonna get." Dipper suggested.

Ford nodded mutely, and swung his legs over the top of the freezer, dropping the last few feet with a light "oof" before helping Dipper down. Luckily, the only person who'd seen the whole debacle was the guy who'd dropped the peas in the first place: Wendy's tall friend, Lee. He seemed to know better than to make a scene, and just waved meekly.

"Dude, I'm so sorry."

"No, no, I'm sorry." Ford reflected.

"Come on, let's see if Mabel's done." Dipper suggested.

They found her in the cosmetics aisle, like Dipper had expected, comparing two brands of lip-balm. She noticed their soured moods almost immediately.

"Is something wrong? What happened?"

"I'll tell you in the car." Dipper assured her. "Let's just buy our stuff and go."

After rushing through the checkout line, they piled back into Soos's truck and headed home. Dipper filled Mabel in on Ford's scare. To the old man's credit, he did his best to laugh it off now that it had passed.

"I'd appreciate it if you two didn't mention that to Stan."

Mabel and Dipper shared a wicked glance. "Well, it's gonna take a lot of chocolate to make us forget that." The colorful girl said.

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A/N: I don’t know what to say than I love you guys, thanks for sticking with me, and smut-ish warning

The first thing you noticed when you woke up the next morning was that the bed felt empty, and the house felt quiet. The second thing that you noticed was that the bassinet was empty, but you weren't worried, instead just grabbing a zip-up from the base of your bed, and wrapping it around your shoulders after you shook the dog hair off it. You padded throughout the house, noticing that it was incredibly quiet still, the house empty. You turned to look out your front window and you smiled as you saw Gerry's tail wagging as he sniffed around the tree in your front yard. You hummed to yourself as you turned on your coffee maker, gathering mugs for both you and Tyler. You added a couple of teaspoons of sugar to his and dash of coconut milk, and some chocolate almond milk to yours, and then you picked them both up, walking into your front hallway and then you took both handles of the mugs into one hand so you could open your front door, Tyler turning to look at you from where he was seated on you front steps, Bentley in one arm and held on his lap, half wrapped up in his blanket, and his pacifier hanging from his mouth. He smiled when he saw you, and it dropped from his mouth, Tyler trying to catch it but failing, leaving in resting against his leg.

"There she is," Tyler said, and you grinned at Bentley, coming in to sit next to them, and you sat the two coffee mugs behind you.

"Good morning," you said, leaning over to kiss Tyler, and then you planted kisses on the top of Bentley's head. "Yes, hi, Gerry," you said, laughing as all the dogs had to come up to say hello to you.

"You weren't supposed to get up yet," Tyler said, pouting a little.

"Why not?" you laughed.

"Because I was gonna bring you coffee in bed," he said, "and maybe see if I could figure out how to make you breakfast. "But these guys has other plans."

"You can tomorrow," you said, "I can't believe I didn't hear him crying."

"Oh, he wasn't really crying," Tyler said, bouncing Bentley a little, "I just woke up and Gerry was standing over me, and he wanted food pretty much as soon as he saw my eyes were open. And I checked on Bentley before i went into the kitchen and his eyes were open, and then he started whimpering or something, so I picked him up but and then he was fine."

Bentley now, though, started crying, his face scrunching up, and Tyler laughed, passing him over you, where he quieted.

"What?" Tyler asked playfully, leaning in towards Bentley, and using his thumb to wipe up a bit of drool, "We were all cool, then your mom comes and ditch me."

You laughed, looking at Bentley, who was now just watching Tyler. "No, he wanted me to hold him so he could look at you."

"Nah, he just wants you," Tyler said, kissing at Bentley's neck like he was trying to tickle him, and Bentley made a noise that was so close to being a laugh, but came out closer to a squeal and you smiled.

"How long have you guys been up?"

"I don't know, 15, 20 minutes?" Tyler said, "We changed him, and then we fed the dogs breakfast, and then they wanted to come outside, so we've just been watching them."

"Did you help feed the dog's their breakfast?" you asked Bentley.

"No, he didn't really do anything actually," Tyler said, "You're probably gonna have to have a talk with him, he doesn't seem to be doing anything to pull his weight around here."

"Well, good thing he doesn't weigh very much."

"Yeah, but he's gaining more and more weight every day," Tyler said, smiling, his eyebrows raised at you as he took a sip of his coffee. You were about to warn him to be careful when he went to put it back down, but he placed it out of Bentley's reach. "No, you don't want that, it's hot, it might hurt you."

You smiled, watching though as Bentley seemed like he really had his heart set on holding that coffee cup. "You want to hold this?" You asked, taking the pacifier from where it was resting on the top of the stairs moving the attached stuffed animal towards Bentley's open hand.

"Oh, that fell on the ground, don't give him that," Tyler warned.

"I'm just giving him the toy part, he doesn't know how to put it in his mouth yet," you said, smiling at Tyler's concern. "And he seems pretty happy right now I don't think he even wants his pacifier."

"Yeah, he's chill," Tyler said. "I thought he'd be hungry when he woke up. Well, I guess he could be hungry, but he's not mad about it."

"I fed him like an hour and a half or maybe two hours ago, so he might not be ready yet."

"You did?" Tyler asked, "how did I not know that?"

"You asked me if I needed anything."

"I did?"

"Yeah, you always do," you laughed, "and then you never remember it in the morning."

"Well, at least I'm still considerate in my sleep."

"Well, you get up when I ask for something," you said, leaning against him, a little to bump his shoulder. "And look at you, changing diapers and stuff."

"Well, I was trying to let you sleep," he said, "I didn't want to wake you up, so I'm glad he didn't want food, I wanted you to sleep." He leaned over to kiss you on the temple.

"Well, you could have given him a bottle."

"Yeah, I thought about that," he said, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't want to do that without asking you though."

"Why?" You asked, leaning around to hold Bentley's toy towards his hand. "You've given him bottles before."

"Yeah, when you're awake."

"Why does that matter?"

"Because you're his mom."

"Yeah, I'm aware," you laughed.

"Well, I don't want to mess up you feeding him."

"It won't," you said, "I can always pump if I have to, it's fine."

"Yeah, but I just don't want to.." Tyler started, "I don't want to overstep my bounds."

"Oh, you're not, Tyler," you said, laughing at just the thought that he was worried about it.

"I know, but.." he said, toying with a strand of thread that was hanging from the arm of your zip-up, like he was contemplating ripping it off. And you did know. That he was scared, and that he didn't feel ready, and that he was constantly second guessing himself, and that he thought he might do something wrong, or not agree with you, and then you'd end up fighting about it.

"It's not a big deal for you to make him a bottle," you said, but Tyler still looked tentative, and like he wanted to say something but didn't know how, so you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. "I really, really love when you get to give him bottles, and spend your own time with him."

"No, I like that, too," Tyler said, his hand running over the back of his neck.

"You have really, really good instincts," you said, "You should trust them."

"Evidently if they lead me to you," Tyler grinned, and then paused where he was leaning towards you. "Is that the right word? Evidently?"

"Yes," you laughed, and he smiled right before he pressed his lips to yours.

"I just didn't know what you wanted me to do about that, and if you'd be okay," he said, "Mostly I was just worried about your boobs. And your milk and stuff. Also, you always heat it up and I don't want to burn him."

"I really, really don't think you would," you said, "and if he's hungry, I want him to eat. It's the same thing, anyways, I'd be a little pissed if you gave him formula without us talking about it."

"Well, I wouldn't do that."

"Exactly," you said.

"I don’t think he likes bottles very much though."

"Well, he takes it."

"Yeah, but he looks up at me like 'what the hell is this? This isn't the real thing'"

"I think you're projecting."

"Nope," Tyler said decidedly. "I promise you, he really, really like boobs."

You shook your head, your hands holding Bentley's chest and back so he was sitting up, watching him take in the June morning.

"Whatcha looking at?" Tyler asked, leaning in so he could see from Bentley's point of view, his hand moving over yours, and then he started pulling at that dang thread again.

"Don't," you said, pulling away from him, "You're gonna wreck my sweatshirt."

"Oh, your sweatshirt?" Tyler said, grinning like he was victorious, "Funny, it has my number of it."

"Well, you don't own the number," you retaliated, and Tyler started laughing.

"No, but I bought that sweatshirt."

"Did you though?" you challenged, grinning the whole time, and Tyler's expression dropped, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

"Okay, but the box had my name on it."

"And do you have proof of that?"

"Do you see what your mom's doing?" Tyler asked nuzzling against Bentley, "She's stealing from me."

"You said I could borrow your clothes."

"Oh, so now you admit that its mine," Tyler said, "and I'm never getting them back, am I?"

"Nope," you said, wrapping it tighter around you. "It's smells like you."

"What do I smell like?" Tyler laughed.

"I don't know," you said. "Like cozy, and warm and stuff."

"Awe," Tyler said, leaning around you, pulling the blanket around Bentley, and kissing you several times on the temple.

"Plus, your stuff is bigger so it's more comfortable."

"Are you calling me fat?" Tyler laughed.

"No, just like, broader," you said. "And none of my pre-pregnancy clothes seem to fit."

"Because your boobs are huge?"

"No," you said, and he gave you a stern look, "okay, maybe, yeah, but more so my stomach and my hips, I've probably got like 15 or 20 pounds left to lose."

"I don't know, your body looked pretty awesome to me last night."

You felt your face flash hot for a second, and then you realized that you shouldn't feel shy or embarrassed, not with him now. "No, I don't mean...my body's just different."

"Yeah, 'cuz your body made a freakin' human being," Tyler said. And while you still felt in awe of what the female body could do, you couldn't help but feel the awe he had for what you did, like you were the only woman in the world who had ever given birth to a baby.

"Yeah," you smiled at Bentley tucked against you, "I know."

"How are you feeling, by the way?" Tyler asked, tucking his head against your shoulder.

"I feel fine?" You asked, and Tyler chuckled a little.

"I meant after last night," he said, nuzzling against you, "you sore or anything?"

"Umm..." you said, and then you noticed Tyler looking at you sternly, and realized that he was going to know if you weren't 100% truthful. "A little bit, yeah."

"I'm sorry," Tyler said, nuzzling into you even further, placing loving kisses on your neck, his arm coming to wrap around you.

"It's not your fault," you promised. "I'm not, like, it pain, just a little sore. I've heard its normal, though. It might just be...different for a bit." Really, it was more like you were just very aware that he'd been inside you each time you'd moved now, which was not really something you wanted to talk about when you had your son in your lap.

"Well, like I said, I'm very willing to work through our differences," Tyler said, and then frowned as he pulled himself away from you, blinking, "That does not sound like what I meant."

"I know what you meant," you laughed, and then smiled when Tyler kissed you softly.

"Good," he said, whispering against your lips.

You looked into his eyes for a moment, a question creeping into your mind. "Was it different?" You asked, "For you?"

"Yeah," Tyler said, dragging out the word, and you felt your chest clench for a moment, until he laughed a little. "Before it felt kinda...like I was against the clock or something, like everytime I thought either you were gonna find out you were pregnant, and then we'd have to stop, or, like, she might not let me have sex with her again. This time was slower. Well, it was kinda not slow, but not as fast as I was worried about it being."

"Were you actually that nervous?" You laughed.

"Yes," he said sheepishly. "I wanted it to be good for you."

"Well, it's not like it's the first time we've been together, I know you're good."

"Well, duh," Tyler said, grinning. "Seriously though, I was googling all that shit like crazy and there's so much conflicting information,like it says oral sex is great but you weren't into it."

You laughed at Tyler running his hand his hand through his hair, making a face like this couldn't possibly make sense to him. "No, no that was good," you clarified, "it was more just-"

"Oh, so you do want it," he said, kissing playfully at your neck, and you felt the sudden rush of heat flow through you, only to be reminded of the babbling baby in your lap.

"Anyways," you said, "it was more just that I wanted to actually do it, like i didnt know what it was gonna be like, it if he was gonna wake up, or.."

"You wouldn't do that," Tyler said to Bentley, brushing their noses together. "Nuh-uh, not when we're doing adult things, you gotta help me get laid, huh?"

"Stop," you laughed, leaning to kiss Bentley's head, just wanting to keep him innocent forever.

"So he probably won't wake up when we're touching because we have a deal, but even if he does its fine," Tyler said, "well, not fine, fine I'd be a little sad its not like we can't just pause it, take care of him, then get back to the fun."

"Yeah, but..it like might kind of ruin the mood."

"For me or for you?" Tyler asked, his eyebrows raised and a sly grin creeping onto his face.

"Both?" You asked, and Tyler laughed.

"Yeah, I've got a beautiful girl, who totally loves me as much as I love her, and we're so good together, and we feel so damn good together," he said, "yeah, I can totally see why I wouldn't get turned on."

"Tyler..."

"Seriously, it's not an issue for me," he said, taking care to look you in the eyes, "I can see how it might be for you, though, because you're always thinking about him and worrying about him and stuff, and you could be having changes in sex drive.."

"Oh, could I?" You reacted, laughing at his expression.

"I don't know," Tyler said, holding his hands up like he was innocent. "That's just what I read. Although I don't really know what the point of the article was, it was all pretty much just common sense."

"Was it?" You said, laughing slightly just because of the topic of the conversation, "What did it say?"

"Just that you're going through a lot of changes, that things might be different but it's totally normal, and even when you've got kids, it's not like your sex life is just over, it's gonna get better," he said, "Also that there's plenty, plenty of ways to be intimate, and affectionate, which I 100% agree with."

He was kissing softly at your neck and jaw as he did said so, and you laughed when he just brushed his beard against your cheek playfully. "You really, really prepared for this, huh?"

"Well, I didn't spend hours on it or anything, but I got some stuff, you know."

"Yeah, how long have you had those condoms in your car for?" you laughed.

"Uhh..like since two or three days after you told me you loved me too," Tyler said, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh my god.."

"Hey, if stuff started happening I wasn't gonna say no," He said, "I didn't know you'd already figured out the whole birth control thing, when you'd get that done?"

"After he was born," you said.

"Like right after?"

"Mhmm..you were there."

"I do not remember any of this."

"Well, I think you were with him, when they were checking him out and stuff."

"Oh," he said, smirking, "So someone was already thinking about having sex with me after."

"No," you laughed. "it's for my endometriosis, but it just happens to be good birth control, too. But we always can use condoms, too, if you're worried. Like, I haven't had my period yet... but it's could be possible, I guess."

"Well, do you think we need to use two methods?"

"No, but it's not just my decision."

"No condoms, then," he said. And you looked away a little, and then back at him.

"What if we get pregnant by accident though?" you asked tentatively.

"Then we would probably have another baby," Tyler said, smiling just a little. "I mean, ideally we'd plan for number two when we're ready, but if it happened, I don't know, sometimes amazing things happen you weren't planning for. It wouldn't be the worst thing, would it?"

"No, no it wouldn't be the worst thing," you said, smiling down at Bentley in your arms, "But I am really not ready yet."

"Oh, me neither," Tyler said, "But you're on birth control. I think, I think it'd be good."

"Yeah, me too," you said, smiling, and Tyler leaned over to kiss you. "He needs to sleep through the night first."

And he kind of needs to call Tyler his dad, too.

"Mmmyeah, the more he sleeps, the more time we have for foreplay and we don't have to rush," he said, his eyebrows raised. "Although apparently moms like different types of foreplay."

"Wait, like what?"

"Putting the baby to bed, changing diapers," Tyler said, "I bet you couldn't stop thinking about how sexy I was when he peed all over me."

"Oh yeah, totally," you said sarcastically, and then a thought crept into your mind.

"Which is not why I'm doing that stuff, by the way," Tyler said a moment later, like he'd had the same thought, moving his face closer to Bentley and kissing his forehead. "It's just pretty cool that I get to help take care of you, y'know?"

"It's awesome, isn't it?" you asked, "Like even when he's crying inconsolably, I still can't believe I get to be his mom."

You smiled as Bentley screeched, moving his little hands up in the air, and Tyler mimicked him, while Bentley proceeded to try and stuff his entire fist into his mouth, leaving his hands and his cheeks all drooly.

"He's talking so much lately," you said.

"Yeah, he's got things to say," Tyler said, as Marshall came over to investigate, sniffing and Bentley's chest and then his face, and Bentley's eyes went wide as he made even more noise, and you took his hand in his, using it to run his hands over Marshall's fur.

"Can you say 'Good boy, Marshall?" Tyler asked, and then you both laughed at Bentley's babbling. "Uh...that's kinda close, but I think we maybe need to practice it a bit more...Gerry!"

Tyler immediately leaned forward, pulling the stuffed toy part from Bentley's pacifier. "That is not yours," he scolded, looking back at Bentley, "Okay, you need to learn how to say "'Good dog, Marshall and Cash' and 'Bad Dog, Gerry'"

"Oh no," you said, rubbing a rather guilty looking Gerry behind the ears. "Gerry's a good dog."

"Okay, I'll just give this back to him then.."

"No!" you said, snatching it out of Tyler's hand, and Tyler laughed. "That's the one thing I really don't want him to have of Bentley's and its the thing he wants most."

"What? So you're not gonna be mad if he eats all of Bentley's other toys?"

"Not really, no, they need to learn to..." you started. And then you realized you couldn't really say live together, because it wasn't like you were actually living together, it was more just like your lives were just kind of overlapping and blending at the edges, so you half of the dogs' toys had made their way into your house, while you had a stash of blankets and diapers at Tyler's house.

"They need to what?" Tyler asked, laughing at you.

"They need to learn how to share," you said.

"You hear that, Ger?" Tyler said now, "Mom says you're gonna have to be grounded because you weren't sharing with your brothers. You better go to your room. "

"No," you said, wrapping your arms around Gerry, who had started waving his tail a couple of times, like he was hopeful that he was no longer in trouble. "Look how guilty he looks, he's sorry."

"Well maybe he shouldn't have done that then."

"He didn't mean to," you said, "He's like 'Sorry Dad, I just don't know how to tell the difference between Bentley's toys and my toys yet, and I get really, really excited because I just want to play with him."

"Awe, it's okay," Tyler said, rubbing Gerry behind the ears and Gerry, seeing his in, started crawling on top of Tyler pushing him back onto the porch, while Tyler groaned and shut his eyes as Gerry started licking his face. "Oh," Tyler said, groaned and then grimaced, turning his head to look at you. "I don't know if we can have anymore kids, I think Gerry just decided we're done."

"Oh no," you laughed.

"Don't laugh, you don't understand," Tyler said, still wincing, and Bentley smiled like he found the faces Tyler was making amusing. "Hey, little man, you're supposed to be on my side."

"He saw what I went through to get him here, he has no sympathy."

"Yeah, but men aren't as tough as women, everyone knows that," Tyler said, wincing as he sat up now.

"Are you actually okay?" you asked, leaning towards him now.

"I will be, I just need you to hold me," he said, and you wrapped your free arm around him as he leaned against you, and you pat his head a couple of times. "You can kiss it better if you want," Tyler said, and then immediately started laughing at himself.

"Yeah, so you're totally fine," you said, and Tyler shifted a little against you, like he didn't want to move. He did move, though, once Bentley had decided he was ready for his breakfast, making the two of you some toast while you fed the baby, toes in the grass and keeping an eye on the dogs. You are your toast and finished your coffee and your breakfast enjoying the quiet morning, Bentley laid out on his blanket on the grass once he was done eating, both you and Tyler flanking him so that the dogs didn't accidentally jump on him. He seemed to get a little annoyed not too long after you'd finished eating that he was stuck on his back, so you picked him back up before he started full-blown crying. "You and I should probably go get ready to go, huh? Is that what you're thinking?"

Tyler groaned a little as he stood back up, but he extended his hand towards you for your plate, so you were free to grab Bentley's blanket as well. "Thank you."

"Mhmm," Tyler mumbled, kissing you softly, and you sensed him and the dogs following you into the house. He went into the kitchen while you took Bentley into his room, smiling when Gerry looked at you right before he jumped up into the glider.

"Oh, I'm not putting him down right now, Gerry," you laughed, going to pull out a clean onesie from the dresser to change Bentley into. You were just putting his arms through when Tyler stepped in the room, leaning against the door and frowning a little.

"What's up with him?" Tyler asked, nodding towards Gerry who was giving you puppy dog eyes.

"He thought it was time to rock."

"Awe," Tyler said, going over to move Gerry over to give him enough room to sit down, and then he started rubbing Gerry behind the ears. "I know, bud, it's not fair they're leaving us "

"Well, you're leaving, too," you said, picking Bentley up, and then all of the other boys got up, following you into your bedroom, where Marshall and Cash proceeded to jump up on your bed. Tyler made a whining noise from behind you, curling his body around yours from behind. "What's wrong with you?" you laughed.

"I don't want you to leave," he said, rocking back and forth with you and then smacking kisses along your neck. "Where are you guys going again?"

"Barre class."

"You're taking your baby to the bar?" Tyler gasped, and then he laughed, while you tried to press your lips together to keep from laughing.

"Your jokes are getting worse, I swear to god." you said.

"It wasn't a joke," Tyler said, and you could see him struggling to be serious, "I really don't think you should take him to the bar, you should stay home, and we can cuddle, or hang out and play with toys with Bentley. I'm gonna be too lonely if you leave."

"Well, you're going to the gym, Tyler, and I'm gonna take him, and then we'll meet back here."

"But I don't want to," Tyler said, flopping down onto the bed.

"Well, you kind of have to, it's your job," he said, and he looked longingly at you."

"Okay, I know we're in a relationship now, but I don't want to be a distraction."

"You're not distracting me," he said, "You could just come with me, then I could show off."

"Yeah, that's an awesome place to take a baby," you said, grabbing your leggings out of the drawer.

"Finnnneee," he whined again, rolling onto his side, a sly smile on his face. "Then take me with you."

You thought for a moment, looking for your sports bra now, "I mean you could."

"Wait, actually?" Tyler asked. "I'm allowed? I was just joking."

"Yeah, partners are allowed."

"Oh, am I your partner?"

"Well, yeah," you smiled, and Tyler grinned back at you, petting the dogs.

"So what is this exactly? Like legs?"

"Yeah, and core and glutes, and there's some upper body toning and stuff. It's kind of like pilates and yoga, and then there's some stuff with the ballet barre, it's alot of little stabilizer muscles and stuff."

"Are you sure I'm going to be able to do this?"

"Yeah," you said, going to set Bentley down on your bed so you could get changed, and Cash crawled towards him on the bed, sniffing at him. "You'll probably have to do your own thing after, I don't think it'll be too challenging for you."

"Umm..I'm pretty sure it will be, have you ever seen me try to do yoga or pilates? It's so hard."

"Well, this is for women who have just had babies, so it's not hardcore or anything."

"So are there no guys there?"

"Umm..I've only been to this class once, but there was a guy, at the yoga class," you said, looking over at him, "Is that gonna be weird?"

"Nope, I know at least one guy whose gonna be there," Tyler said, moving towards Bentley and tickling his chest and then grabbing his arm and then saying, "and one and two," as he moved it up and down, and Bentley gurgled at him.

"And they also just encourage you to do whatever your baby needs, so people change diapers there or feed their baby, and sometimes there's a lot of crying."

"Yeah, that's fine," Tyler said, easily propping his hand up in his hand and watching over Bentley. "That's kind of how I expected it to be."

"Well, there will probably be women breastfeeding."

"Yeah, I love breasts," Tyler said, "And I love fed and happy babies."

"Okay, but you can't, like stare at them, because it might make them uncomfortable," you said. "It's just supposed to be a really supportive environment for new moms. And you're probably going to be the only guy there."

A guy who happened to be a professional athlete.

Tyler looked up from where he was patting Cash, chuckling a little. "Do you not want me to come?"

"No, I do," you said, moving closer to him, so you could lean over and kiss him, "I just don't want you to be bored."

"I don't think I'll be bored," he smiled, shutting his eyes as he smiled.

"Yeah, it'll be fun if you come," you said, kissing him once more, and then you turned to Bentley. "Are you excited that Uncle Ty-Ty's gonna come with us? Are you gonna show him what it's all about?"

"Just remember it's my first time, so don’t judge my form too much," Tyler said to him, his finger slipping between Bentley's and then looked to you, his finger still grasped it Bentley's fist. "What does he think about it? Does he like it?"

"Yeah," you smiled, "He loves it, there's so many things to look at."

"Oh, I bet," Tyler said.

"He only really cried once but that was just because he got hungry," you said, pulling your hair into a ponytail as you went into the bathroom. You could hear Tyler talking to Bentley as you got changed through the half open door, hearing him saying that he didn't blame him, that he would start crying, too, if he got hungry. You heard the door push open as you were just pulling your yoga pants on.

"Mmmmyeah, I love those pants," you heard Tyler say from behind you. "Can I just put my mat right behind yours? This is the view I want."

"Stop," you laughed, standing up and then you saw him in the mirror, his arms empty. "Where's Bentley?"

"On the bed," Tyler said, looking out into the bedroom and then back at you, "Was I not supposed to leave him?"

"No," you said, stepping to the side so you could see Bentley on the bed, with Cash laid out by his side and Marshall curled up behind his head, not wanting Tyler to feel like he did something wrong, because you didn't ask him to stay there. "I just worry about him with the dogs."

"Oh, yeah, Gerry's the one I'm worried about, and he's not in here," Tyler said, but he went to go pick up Bentley anyways, kissing him on the side of the head. "You're okay, huh?"

"Oh, I'm not worried they're gonna hurt him, its just when they're on the bed, I'm worried they're gonna stand up and then he's gonna go flying off."

"Well, its a bed, not a trampoline, babe," Tyler laughed.

"Okay, I know," you said, laughing, "I just don't want him to get bumped accidentally, he's so little next to them, and know they're aware of him on the floor, but....I don't really even know when it's okay to leave a baby alone with dogs."

"Yeah, I dunno."

"I don't know if I really trust him on the bed when we're not watching, he's getting kind of wiggly."

"Nah, he's chilling," Tyler said, holding him with one arm easily. "We don't need to get his bad ready, do we? It's still got stuff in it from last time, right?"

"No," you smiled, looking down at Tyler's shorts and legs. "Do you need to get changed? I can grab his Dockatot."

"Nah, I don't have tights like yours, but I can get some though if you want," Tyler asked, his eyebrows raised, "I'd only wear them for you in private though."

"Oh wow," you mumbled, as you ran your hand over your face, and you could hear Tyler giggling behind you.

"Just get your cute butt ready, don't worry about me."

You finished getting changed, but you glanced at Tyler out of the corner of your eye, and started laughing. "What are you doing?"

"Practicing," he said. He was holding Bentley with both arms to his chest now, and then jumping up, doing some type of little flick thing with his legs, that you could only assume was meant to be ballet inspired.

"Well, be careful," you laughed, going to grab a clean pacifier from your nightstand.

"I won't drop him," Tyler promised.

"No, I know you won't," you smiled, "But he just ate, I don't want him to throw up on you."

"Oh," Tyler said,just swaying back and forth with Bentley now, whose eyes were on you.

"Are you dancing?" You asked him, and he smiled, his head jerking back a bit, and Tyler steadied it with his hand.

"He's gonna be really good once he gets complete control of his head," Tyler said.

A few minutes later it was you who was holding Bentley as you walked into the studio, and you felt all the eyes in the the room move towards you,and then to Tyler behind you. He didn't seem to notice everyone looking at him, though, instead he just grabbed a couple mats and then followed you over to where there was an empty blanket set out for the babies, setting the diaper bag down he had around his arm, and then seeming to take note of what else you needed. "What weights do you want,babe?"

"Uhh... two's?"

"Two's?" He repeated with surprise.

"Yeah, I just had a baby, Tyler, I haven't been exercising the same."

"Yeah, but you're strong, you carry him around all day, no problem," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Now, I don't know what the hell....er, heck, sized weights I should use."

You cracked a smile, sitting down with Bentley, and then watching Tyler walk over to the weight rack, where he seemed to contemplate the selection, and then you tried not to laugh when he tried to grab a couple of balls and then proceeded to knock the others out of place, too, and had to try and stop them from rolling around with his foot, trying to carefully put them back so they wouldn't move.

"He looks nervous," Rebecca said from beside you, from where she was sitting with her little girl like you were with Bentley, and you laughed, turning Bentley so he could look at them. "Whose that? Is that your friend, Adrianna?" you asked him, looking back over your shoulder at Tyler, "Yeah, I think he is a little bit," you said, because Tyler was suddenly acting like he quite didn't know quite how to work his limbs.

"How'd you get him to come?"

"He just wanted to," you said, shrugging.

"Are you kidding me?" she laughed, bouncing her baby, "I've been trying to get my husband to come with us for weeks."

"Well...." you said, about to say that it was new, and that maybe that was why he was so eager to want to spend time with you, but then you'd have to explain that you had a baby together anyways, but you heard Tyler walking back behind you and turned just in time to see him set the weights down and have them tumble right onto his finger as he tried to set them down on the mat, and he sucked in a breath, rubbing his thumb.

"Are you alright?" you asked.

"Yes," he said, shaking in out, "Sorry, I've never worked out before."

You were still laughing as Tyler sat down, leaning into you "I was trying to stop the weights from slamming on the floor, I didn't want to scare the babies."

"Awe," you said, looking at Tyler, and then back at Rebecca, and you didn't quite know if you should introduce him, or how you would even do that.

"I'm Tyler," Tyler said, putting your thoughts to rest, his hand raised in a wave.

"Rebecca," she responsed. "And I know."

"Oh," Tyler said, grinning a little even as he ducked his head, his arms draped across his bent knees.

You started laughing when Bentley continued his babbling, moving his arms up.

"What's her name?" Tyler asked, nodding towards the other baby.

"Oh, this is Adrianna."

"Hi Adrianna," Tyler said, waving his hand open and so it was in her line of sight.

You smiled when Bentley stuck his arms out towards her and both you and Rebecca scooted closer to each other. "Did you say 'hi' to Bentley?" she asked, looking around to say her daughter's reaction, and she squealed in response, lurching forward and almost hitting Bentley in the face.

"Oops, be gentle."

You could hear Tyler laughed a little behind you as he came closer, watching their interaction.

"Oh no, no," Tyler said, prying Bentley's fingers off from the bow that she had around her head when he decided to grab in and try and pull it off, your hands holding Bentley under his arms. "Don't take off her pretty bow, she might not like that very much."

Tyler smiled at you when the instructor came in and you moved back into your spots, but Tyler leaned over and pressed his lips to yours in a quick kiss before he did so.

When you went to lay Bentley down, you made sure to move him so he was laying on a blanket that was placed so it was between the end of both you and Tyler's mats, so that you could both interact with him. You couldn't help looking over at Tyler and then Bentley and smiling as you were lead through the warm-up,, because it felt like you were doing something together as a family, and you only wanted more of it.

"Okay, let's go down to our mats and warm up our cores and spine with some cat/cows," the instructor said, "So big round through your spine, and then drop your belly, tailbone to the sky."

You repeated the movements a couple of times and then you made the mistake of looking over at Tyler the next time you arched your back and he caught you, like he'd just been waiting for you to look over at him, doing a wiggly thing with his butt, and you had to look away to stop from cracking a smile.

"And then return to a neutral spine, and extend your left leg behind you, keeping your core tight, and pulse," she said now, "And if you want to add a layer of difficulty, extend your opposite arm."

You were concentrating on trying to see if you could handle that, slowly extending your arm, when you felt a foot connect with you butt and looked over to Tyler next to you. "Sorry " he said, but you could tell by the smirk on his face that he had done it on purpose.

You focused instead on smiling at Bentley, who was laying on his back but had his head turned towards you, and you tickled him as you extended each arm out and then Tyler followed suit, and you watched as Bentley's eyes went to find you, and then Tyler.

When you stood up to do some upper body work, you looked over at Tyler again as you were doing bicep curls with your arms extended in front of you, and Tyler's eyes were looking at you with a bit of a wild look in them. "I am shaking," he confessed to you, and then you could hear him huff when the instructor said to try and lift your elbows up, dropping the weights if you needed to.

"You can put them down," you whispered, and he shook his head.

"You could trade me?" he asked, offering his weights towards you, which looked about three times the size of yours and you shook your head, Tyler sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth at you. You noticed that he shook his arms out quite a bit once you were told you were done with the weights, and then stretched out his shoulder as he grinned at you, as everyone started moving themselves and their babies closer to the barre.

"Wheee..." Tyler said, looking down over Bentley as he drug both him and the blanket he was laying on across the wood floor so he was closer to where you both were, and you laughed at the confused expression on Bentley's face, like he didn't quite know how he had moved or understood that that was supposed to be fun yet.

"Hi," you said, waiting until he found you and then you repeated the word and he smiled big kicked his legs. Tyler smiled when he looked at you,making a noise that let you know that he thought it was the sweetest thing ever.

You could tell that Tyler felt completely out of his element when you were lead through a series of different leg lifts, but you could also tell that he was trying and the look of concentration on his face as he tried to keep his leg straight as he raised it out in front of him was really adorable.

"Okay, now squeeze that ball with your inner inner thighs as you slowly lower," the instructor said, "Now add in a relevé"

"What's a relevé?" Tyler asked you in a whisper, looking back over his shoulder at you.

"Go on your tips toes," you said, and then you could see him inhale as he did so. When you stepped out into a wide plie Tyler turned to face you, and you watched his face turn again when you had to lift your heels, looking at you and then out to the side, and then he stood back upright, bending down to pick Bentley up.

"He was fussing," Tyler said, as he stepped back to the barre, holding Bentley with one hand and the ball with the other for him, Bentley's fist coming onto the ball as he looked at it.

"No, he wasn't," you laughed.

"Well, he was about to," Tyler said with a big grin on his face, and you smiled back at him, as he held Bentley securely to his chest, catching back up the the squats you were doing with the class, although he left his heels on the floor, pulsing just a little. When you were told you could go back to your mats to finish up with a little bit more core work, Tyler pulled Bentley away from him, keeping on hand held underneath his head, bouncing him slightly. "Was that fun?" Tyler asked, and you didn't even have to see Bentley to know he was smiling, you could tell just by the expression on Tyler's face. Tyler laid Bentley back down on his blanket, and then ran his hand across his face once he sat back down on his mat. "I'm sweating so bad."

You laughed a little, reaching into the diaper bag and pulling out one of the many cloths you had for Bentley, leaning over and pressing it to his forehead. "Thanks," Tyler laughed, and you smiled at him, moving into the crunches against the ball everyone else was doing.

Bentley made a grumpy noise though, and both you and Tyler looked over at him, you reaching for Bentley's hand, probably annoyed that he was no longer being held.

"He's probably mad I got sweat all over his stuff," Tyler said, "And him."

"No, he probably just wanted you to keep holding him," You told Tyler.

"You want to roll onto your belly?" you asked Bentley, moving your hands to your side so you could flip him over and he could lift his head up to look around.

"Look at those strong neck muscles," Tyler said, placing his hand gently on Bentley's back to help give him something to lift up against, but Bentley was now just content at looking around the room.

"Okay, now we're gonna lay down on our backs, and this move is really great for helping to rebuild your core, as well as helping to strengthen your back body which can becoming weaker during pregnancy," the instructor said, and then paused, "And Dad, this'll be great for you too, for helping to strengthen all the muscles you'll need for carrying baby."

You felt a rush of heat go through you with her words, your heart caught in your throat, and all you could do was notice yourself freezing up, before you very slowly tried to look at Tyler. But he seemed so focused on the exercise that you weren't even sure he'd heard what had been said, intended for him, but he did glance over at you, like he felt your eyes on him, giving you a little smile.

Tyler's foot kept brushing against your leg again as you moved into hip circles, sliding his bum across the mat so he could reach you and you tried glaring at him but he was looking straight up at the ceiling, playing like he was completely unaware.

"Babe," you whispered, and you could see the corners of his lips turn up just a little, but he kept doing it every time he had to extend his leg to his left.

You looked at him once more when you were doing glute bridges and Tyler seemed to extend his hips even further, his eyebrows raising towards you before he started giggling, and you ran your hand over your face, which was growing hot with embarrassment, trying not to laugh.

You smiled at Tyler again as you stretched, and then at Bentley, who was just blinking as he continued to take in his environment. Your fingers brushed Tyler's as you got up, rolling up your mats as you talked with some of the other moms you've met. When you'd gotten back from putting away your weights, Tyler had scooped Bentley up, with his cozy blanket wrapped around him.

"Is he sleeping?" you said softly, leaning your head to look at Bentley's face where it was resting against Tyler's chest, his eyes blinking still, but they stayed shut for longer and longer each time, his mouth opening and closing peacefully.

"Yeah, he was going like this, like he was gonna face plant," Tyler said, imitating Bentley, his head falling forward and then jolting awake. "I need to go home and take a nap, Mom, watching you guys workout made me really tired."

"Awe," you said, running your hand over Bentley's head, and he snuggled against Tyler even more. "K, let's get you home."

Even though Tyler had Bentley he didn't let you take the diaper bag either, wrapping his pinky finger around yours as you walked back to the car.

"Soo..." you said, looking over at him, "What did you think?"

"That was hard," he laughed.

"It was fun having you there, though," you said.

"Yeah, it was," Tyler said, pausing and leaning towards you as much as he could, and you pressed your cheek against his lips. You stayed outside the car as Tyler put Bentley in his carseat, not because you felt like you had to watch over him, but because you didn't really want to get in the car without him. "We should do more stuff like that."

"Like that?" You laughed, leaning against the car door, "Does that mean you're not coming back with me?"

"I don't really think it's intended for me," Tyler said, standing up now that he had Bentley buckled in, one hand in the car still, rubbing along Bentley's chest and offering him his pacifier because he always fussed right when he got in his car seat. "Like, it was cool, but I think it's more a mom/baby thing. But I would totally do a private workout with you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"And I don't mean sex."

"Yes, i know what you meant," you said.

"I know how you think," he said, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. "My trainer would love you though."

"Why's that?"

"Because you make me want to be better," he said simply, his hands resting on your hips,looking at you softly for a moment before he pressed his lips to yours. Your hands came up, resting on his shoulders. "I would totally love to do more stuff with the three of us though, like-"

"Yeah,me too," you said, smiling at each other for a moment, and then you eased up on your tiptoes, kissing him.

"I'm surprised you can still lift up like that, my calves are dead."

"I wanted to enough," you said, kissing him once more,and then he held you to him, hugging you with his lips in your hair, and rested your head against his chest, smiling when noticed that he had a drool mark from Bentley on his t-shirt,staying there together for a bit before you pulled apart, Tyler shutting the back door softly, and then opening the passenger side door for you, waiting until you were secure inside before he shut it, too.

A few days later you'd gotten what you'd been wishing for, when you'd decided to do one of the the things you'd read of things to do with a baby as young as Bentley which was to go to a baby-friendly movie showing, which meant that it had dimmer lights and quieter sound as well as places for putting strollers, and changing diapers, and warming up bottles. Mostly, though, you were just happy about the fact that you wouldn't have to worry about your baby starting to cry and annoying everyone else in the movie theatre.

You let Tyler pick out the movie earlier in the week when you'd suggested this to him, because you didn't really care what you watched, you just wanted to get out of the house, so he'd picked out the new John Wick movie which you knew absolutely nothing about.

"We should go sit in the back," Tyler said, as you stepped up the stairs in the otherwise empty theatre.

"Why?"

"So we can make out," he responded.

"Tyler," you laughed again, "there's gonna be families."

"Yeah, that's why we're going in the back," he said, smirking at you and then laughing, although he led you to a seat located more in the middle of the theatre, his hand going to the side of your arm as you walked, and then holding down the seat for you, finally settling on your bare knee once you'd sat down. You'd gotten there earlier than you'd probably had to, because sometimes it felt like it took forever to get out the door with Bentley, but other times it seemed like you had everything under control.

Tyler didn't seem to be complaining, though, resting his head against your shoulder as you held Bentley up in front of you so he could look at both you and Tyler.

"Are you excited to be at your first movie?" Tyler asked him, "Or are you gonna fall asleep?"

"Probably fall asleep," you said, "it's almost naptime."

"Yeah,I know," Tyler said, and then you felt him sigh against him.

"What?" You asked, "you're not gonna fall asleep, too, are you?"

"No," Tyler said, "it just sucks that I'm gonna have to pack when we get home."

"Well, I'll help you," you laughed, because he could be so dramatic at times.

"No, that's not what i mean. I mean, obviously you're gonna help me. But I don't want to go."

"What?" You asked, pulling back from where he was leaning against you, simultaneously moving Bentley so you were holding him in a seated position facing Tyler. "But I thought you loved going. And you were looking forward to spending with your dad."

"Yeah, but that was when i was technically single, so it'd be weird if I said I didn't want to do anything but hang out with you," he said, "But now that we're together, I just want to spend time with my favourite person."

Your expression softened, and you would have reached out and touched his face if you weren't holding Bentley, so you settled for leaning against him now. "You know we can't spend every single minute together, right?"

"No, I know," Tyler said, nuzzling against you, "But we just got to be together, I think I deserve to be a little selfish."

"I know, I don't really want you to go either," you said, "but you kind of have to."

"But why?" Tyler whined again, even though you knew he knew he was going to go, but he just had to make a scene about it.

"Because Texas Hockey Day is in Texas, not Ontario for some reason."

Tyler laughed, before saying, "Yeah, Americans are weird like that," he ran his finger up and down your arm, "I guess there's no way I can convince you to come with me?"

You almost wanted to say "yes". But you also knew that if you were there, that it would take away from what he was there to do, and the time that he'd already planned to have with his dad. "You're gonna be busy, and he doesn't have a passport yet, so we can't go."

"What? You have to have a passport for babies?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's dumb," Tyler said, "I don't think I'd let you come anyways, though."

"But you just said you wanted me to!" you laughed.

"I do, but you've got this guy, and that's too much for just a couple of days," Tyler said, "so if you could just call everyone and let them them know why I can't come,that'd be great."

"Tyler," you laughed, and he grinned back at you.

"I know, I know, I'll go," Tyler said, kissing you softly on the lips. "I'm just gonna fucking miss you."

"I'm gonna -"

"Don't swear in front of the baby," Tyler interrupted.

You shook your head a little at him, "Just think about how much those kids would miss you if you weren't there "

"Yeah," Tyler said, a smile creeping onto his face, because you knew he actually really enjoyed getting to go, "What about about this kid, though?" Tyler asked, wiggling Bentley's foot. "Are you gonna miss me?"

"Of course he is," you said, Bentley reaching his arms out towards Tyler, so you support him, letting him lean in, and Tyler moved his face into Bentley's outstretched hands, letting Bentley hit him in the face, and then when Bentley’s hand came close, exaggerating like he was going to take a bite,and Bentley gave him a couple of big grins. "Oh, I'm gonna eat your fingers, you better watch out, " Tyler said, playfully nipping at Bentley's fingers and he squealed, still waving his hands in the air.

You smiled, pressing your lips to Bentley's temple. "Is that funny?"

"That's almost a laugh," Tyler said.

"He loves it," you said, leaning your head around so you could watch Bentley's face as Tyler interacted with him, resting your head against the back of the seat. Both of you kind of grew quiet when the previews started, but you weren't even really paying attention, not until Tyler said, "Oh, you want to go see The Lion King when it comes out, Bentley?"

You laughed looking at Bentley, his mouth open a little like he didn't know quite what to think about this and his eyes wide.

"I want to see it," you said.

"Yeah, me too, but if we take him then we look all cute and sweet and I don't look like some dude who loves the Lion King."

You laughed, still watching Bentley take in the screen.

"Those are lions," Tyler said to him, "They've got four legs and four paws like your puppies do at home, but they're not as cuddly."

Bentley cooed back at Tyler in response, and you smiled, Bentley's hand clutching your finger.

"Do you want me to open your M&M's for you?" Tyler asked, because you'd been talking talking about getting peanut M&M's since last night night, and you'd gotten them pretty much soon as Tyler had finished buying your tickets.

"No, I'm saving them."

"Saving them for what?" He laughed.

"For the movie, I don't want to finish them before its over."

"I can go get you more," Tyler laughed.

"No, I just want you to stay here," you said, "and I don't want to eat more than one package."

"And half my gummy bears?" Tyler asked.

"Maybe..." you said, and you felt Tyler snicker next to you, even though you knew he was going to end up sharing yours too, Bentley resting against you now as you and Tyler leaned against each other as you watched the next preview, you hand running over Bentley's head, Tyler's thumb moving back and forth over your hand.

"We should go somewhere," Tyler said softly.

"Hmmm?"

"Like when I get back, we should go away somewhere, like a little vacation," he said, tracing circles on your leg

"With Bentley?"

"No, we're gonna leave him by himself, of course we'd bring Bentley with us," Tyler scoffed, and then laughed.

"I didn't know what you meant.."

"I just meant," Tyler said, kissing you on the cheek, "That we could go somewhere, not far, but just somewhere where we could say that we're actually on vacation. And I could take a week off, and we could just hang out, and be alone, and relax, and not have any commitments."

"That sounds...kinda amazing," you said.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm," you said, kissing him softly, "We should definitely figure something out."

"I can't wait," Tyler said, kissing you on the head, and then he looked down and Bentley, who was leaning against you but rubbing his eyes now.

"You getting sleepy?" you asked him.

"Do you want me to go heat up his bottle?"

"Yes, please," you said, bouncing Bentley now because he was starting to whine, as Tyler was making him bottle for him.

"Well, if you would have told me you were starting to get hungry earlier, I would have made this for you sooner, bud " Tyler said, as he stepped quickly back up the stairs. "Is this okay for him?"

He pressed the bottle against your wrist, like he always did, even though he'd only made it too hot once, and even then he'd known to let it cool down for a bit before he offered it to Bentley.

"Yes," you said, waiting for him to sit down before you passed Bentley over to him, Tyler easily taking him so he was laying down, moving to give him his bottle, which Bentley took and sucked on for a moment before he started crying. Tyler bounced him, and tried to soothe him and offer him the bottle again, but he kept moving his head away.

"You want Mama to feed you?" Tyler asked, sitting Bentley up and then passing him over to you, and Bentley just immediately started rooting for your breast, Tyler leaning forward to put the bottle back in the diaper bag. "I think he just wants the real thing."

"But you gave him a bottle last night and he was fine," you said, even though you pulled the top of your dress away so you could feed him.

"Yeah, babies aren't really knowing for being logical," Tyler said.

"It's probably just because this is different than his usual routine," you said, "and I think he has to concentrate more with the bottle and he's probably more distracted because we're not at home..."

"Plus he knows you're right there, he doesn't want settle for the bottle, I know, I'm not offended," Tyler said, stretching his arm around the back of your seat and getting more comfortable as the movie started.

"That's good," you said, relaxing yourself now, "I can't believe there's no one else here."

"Well, it's the afternoon, people are probably out in the sun."

"Yeah, I guess, I just thought there'd be other people here with their babies."

"It's pretty awesome to have this whole place to ourselves though," Tyler said, setting his feet up on the seat in front of him, crossing his ankles.

You laughed, and Tyler shrugged at you. "What, you can have your boobs out but I can't put my feet up?"

"Tyler," you laughed.

"At least we're alone so you don't have some creep staring at you," Tyler said, as you were adjusting Bentley,and then you found him very deliberately staring at your boob as if he was examining it

"Stop," You laughed, "just watch the movie."

"'K," Tyler said, his hand running over your shoulder and then rubbing over the back of your neck as you fed the baby, which was really relaxing. By the time Bentley was done and you were wrapping him up on his blanket and and cradling him, Tyler was ready with Bentley's pacifier, letting him take it, and then running his thumb over Bentley's cheek and then up and down between his eyebrows as you tried to rock him as best as you could. Luckily, though, he was pretty relaxed, so it wasn't long before he was peacefully. You held him until your arm was falling asleep, and then you whispered to Tyler than you were going to put him down in his stroller, and Tyler nodded, you carefully walked down the few stairs and then laid Bentley down on the basinette pair of his stroller, turning on the portable white noise machine and pulling the cover over it so the movie wouldn't bother him.

"Well, that worked out well," Tyler said to you when you got back, holding his arm out like wanted you to cuddle up with him.

"I know," you said. You'd expected to have to put him in his baby wrap during movie and figured he'd probably be alright like that, but since you had the whole theatre to yourself, you'd knew he'd probably have a better nap in his stroller, and you kind of liked you and Tyler leaning against each other, the part of your legs that were not covered by your dress or his shorts pressed naturally together, sneaking little kisses and smiles at each other, your hands laced together.

Part of you felt like you'd been together forever, like you'd built a whole life together, but somehow it felt new, and fresh, and exciting too. You knew, too, that you didn't really want to be that annoying couple who was kissing and seemed to always have to be connected to each other in public constantly. But you just couldn't help it. And, in a weird way, you felt like you suddenly believed that there was one person out there for everyone, and you felt just so happy, that you felt like you needed everyone to know just how truly loved they could feel, that they shouldn't settle for anything less than this.

You'd never felt so compelled just to kiss someone though, and it seemed he kind of felt the same way, because you just seemed to keep kissing for longer and longer each time, until you seemed to realize that you were supposed to be watching a movie. When his hand, which had previously been settled in yours came up to cup your jaw though, all bets were off, and you found yourself turning in your seat, seeking more of his lips. It wasn't long before it felt like your breathing and the sound of your heart beat were louder than the sound of the movie, and when your hand curled around his bicep, your broke apart to breathe, staring at each other in the dim light, his chest rising and falling and his hips swollen, his eyes dark. It seemed like everything slowed down for just two deep breaths, like you, were trying to collect yourself, but then you couldnt even think about anything at all, not when both his hands cupping your face, tilting your head just right, your lips moving together, his tongue sweeping along the bottom of your lips and you felt him sigh, kissing down your jawline, your then you were holding onto his chest and his shoulder, feeling his beard scratch the sensitive skin of your neck, soothing it with his lips, and then when you sighed, he seemed to press into your further, his hand settling on the curve of your chest, seemingly intent on sucking a hickey into the side of the neck, like you were teenagers, but you weren't gonna deny that it didn't have the desired effect, a rush of heat flowing through your body.

"Tyler..." you breathed.

"Yeah, I know, I know," he said breathlessly, his hands roaming now and peppering kisses all over the swell of your breasts. It was when he started sucking at the flesh that your hand went to the top of his hat moving his mouth away from from hat, and then he looked at you in question, his tongue licking his lips fixing his hat on his head, almost looking like he was wondering if he'd done something.

"Not there," you said, your voice sounding more strained than you expected sweeping your hand across your chest, "It's sensitive."

"Sorry," he murmured, dropping his head again and placing a kiss in the centre of your chest and then soothing his hand over side of your breasts and then his fingers wove through your hair, his lips pressing into yours softly, and then more firmly, and you were vaguely aware that you were in public, that you were somebody's mother, for god's sake, but with his hand just above your knee, inching further up, your dress bunching up and the callouses from his palms rubbing against your bare leg.

"Tyler," you said again, but this time he was looking at you devilishly as his hand slid further up, toying with the band of your panties where it stretched over your hip. "Wha---?"

"There's no one here," he said softly, and your head just felt lost in a rush of feelings and sensations, like you'd never been touched before, let alone touched by him.

"This feels dirty," you said, and then you almost wanted to cover your face because you felt just completely giddy, and high, and like you just couldn't believe this was real.

But then you looked in his eyes and it was.

"In a good way or a bad way?" He asked, smirking at you.

"I mean..." you said, and Tyler laughed, yet you moved your legs for him to continuing taking your panties off, which he then proceed to lean forward with, his hand still on your knee, shoving them into the pocket on the diaper bag and ....oh, you thought, your eyes drifting to where the light from the movie was fluttering over the top of the stroller.

"He's sleeping, he's fine," Tyler said in an even voice.

"I know," you said, and Tyler gave little smile, the scent of his body wash invading you senses when he leaned in to nibble at your neck again.

"Wanna make you feel good," he said deep in your ear, and then you felt your body shiver, his hand coming to ease up your inner thigh. "Are you relaxed?"

"Not at all," you laughed, and Tyler did too, his hand moving as your legs parted, running his fingers between your lips, hip fingers seeking out your clit, pressing against it. Your muscles tremble a little as his fingers swept down, collecting your arousal, and then using it as his fingers circled your clit.

"Little excited, huh?" Tyler asked, his voice teasing.

"As if you're not," you choked out, wanting to look down at him to check for yourself, but it was really hard to focus on anything other than him touching you, the sensation flowing into your muscles now, and your breath stuttering a bit. You were so quiet, you didn't think he could even hear you, but he seemed to be watching you so intently that he picked up on the change in the rise and fall of your chest, his mouth kissing at your neck and then your lips as he rubbed slow circles around your clit, the noise of the movie in the background fading away. When your hips pressed forward, Tyler's finger traced your entrance slowing pushing inside, and your jaw when lax with relief.

"Oh god," you moaned quietly letting your eyes fall shut, and when he changed the angle to brush against your g-spot , your legs tremble already, your head resting back, and then going to rest near his chest wanting to feel even closer to him, and it was all you could do to focus on the the sensation of his finger filling you, his thumb rubbing against your clit, pulling your lips between your teeth in an attempt not to lose all control. You felt like you were getting close, so sensitive it felt like you could feel every inch of your breasts against your bra.

You jolted upward though, your head putting together the band of light and the noise of the door opened, you face feel incredibly flushed as your tried to frantically to arrange your face and your hair in someway to look presentable, Tyler's hand just somehow calmly removing itself, smoothing your dress down and then just resting it in your lap like it'd been there the whole time.

You didn't dare look at Tyler, not when you say the man in the blue uniform shirt step into theatre, looking up in the seats like he was just checking i anyone was there, but you could just tell that Tyler was relaxed beside you, his eyes on the screen, like he was so absorbed he didn't even notice anyone else was there. The guy nodded at the both of you though, before he turned to leave, and you lifted your hand in a wave, and then you felt Tyler laugh next to you, knowing that he'd been paying attention the whole time. You felt frozen until you heard the door close, waiting you could listen to the footsteps going down the hallway. You relaxed again, looking at Tyler out of the corner of your eye as he pulled his hand from your lap, taking it to fix his hat, and then moving it to the back of his neck, relaxing and watching the movie, completely oblivious to you, and then your eyes widened, flicking over to him.

"What are you-?"

"Oh, what you wanted something?" Tyler laughed, and you could tell he was trying to be serious but failing miserably, his hand moving between your legs again, "I thought you were thinking we shouldn't do this here..."

"Tyler," you said, a little more firmly this time, beginning to feel a little annoyed because you'd been close, and then he'd just taking all stimulation away. For good reason, of course, but now that you were alone again...

"Don't worry, I would never leave you hanging," Tyler laughed, his hand moving right back where you wanted, and you let out a breathy little "oh god" as he slid his long middle finger inside you.

Tyler murmured a sound of appreciation, his finger curving upwards inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. All you hear was the sound of your breathing, your pussy throbbing around his finger. "More."

"Fuck," Tyler said, adding a second finger slowly, and then thrusting against your g-spot once your leg started trembling again. You needing something to grab onto, so you reached, gripping his thigh as your head thrashed back and forth. You wanted to tell him that you were close, to not stop, but you couldn't find words, not with his fingers fucking in and of you.

"C'mon, baby," Tyler said, his voice a rush of soft syllables in your ear, "Cum for me."

You shivered as you let go, you eyes shutting as you peaked, gripping Tyler's thigh so hard it was probably painful but you couldn't stop, his continuing ministrations extending your climax, his movements moving with you as you came down, several small courses of pleasure still going through you.

"That was so fucking hot," Tyler said, once you'd become too sensitive, you legs opening and then closing, and he'd taken the hint, his hand now resting against your thigh, your wetness from his fingers against your own skin and he pulled your lips to his, somehow managing to kiss you both deeply and yet softly at the same time, only pulling back because you were still trying to catch your breath.

Your legs felt wobbly, even sitting down especially so when Tyler raised his fingers to his mouth, pulling your juices off of them, his eyes sliding shut a little. You felt a little dazed him kissing your lips once more and then his arm wrapped around you, pulling your head to rest on his chest, his lips rested against your hair for a moment before he raised eyes back to the screen.

You realized that your hand was still on thigh, near his knee and you squeezed it a little, feeling him do the same to your arm in a silent "I love you."

Your cheeks rose in a smile against the hard muscles of Tyler's chest, your eyes drifting upwards to where you could see his cock outlined in his shorts. You feel his sharp intake of breath when your fingers brushed his thigh, moving your palm over his hard length.

"Babe..." Tyler mutter, and you shifted up to look at him, his expression looking a little dazed, and he gave you a weak smile. "You don't have to...."

"You don't want me to?" You asked, sliding your hand back and forth over him, and Tyler blinked, like he was just aware now.

"Oh, hell yeah, I want you to," he said, "I was just trying to be a gentleman, caring about your needs, and..."

"Oh?" you mused, his hand coming to clasp the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss, your knuckles rubbing back and forth over him.

"Mmmbabe," Tyler said, already shifting his hips so you could free his cock, hissing when you wrapped your hand around him. You pumped him slowly a couple of times, loving the way his body reacted to your touch. Your eyes looked to the side as you thought, slowly removing your hand, and you heard Tyler huff out a little breath.

"Jesus christ," Tyler swore loudly, his eyes going wide as you move your hands between your own legs, slicking up your hands, and then you moved back to grip Tyler. "Fuck."

"Good?" You asked, feeling a little bit drunk with power, the way his head fell back a little a he sucked in a breath.

"So good," he said, his eyes connecting with yours, eyelids heavy. "You can....a bit harder."

You tighten your grip, adding your other hand, twisting it in opposition.

"Oh fuck yes," Tyler groaned. With the way his hand moved shakily down over your hair and your shoulder and your arm, his breath coming in soft pants and little moans escaping his lips, although you could tell he was trying to be quiet as you jerked him off, not sure if he was even aware of the fact he raising his hips to meet your strokes. When your hand trailed deeper into his shorts, cupping his balls, you on felt his thighs tense.

"I'm gonna cum," Tyler let out, and you subconsciously clenched your thighs together, watching his face as he released, face screwed up in pleasure and then his mouth fell open in a silent moan. You felt like you were as as breathless as he was, your hand rubbing back and forth over his contracted abs

You were hardly even aware of his hand tangling in your hair before he pulled you to him, ignored the fact that you both were a mess, kissing you like you were in bed, contemplating round 2, not in the middle of a movie theatre. You both seemed to calm down though, probably from the force of your orgasms, slowly separating, but keeping your faces close, meeting for one more chaste kiss, your arms pulling away from each other, heads pressed together, his arms rubbing up down your back a little

"Do you have any napkins in your bag?" Tyler asked softly, and you pulled back a little, contemplating it, starting to laugh.

"I lots of baby wipes," you said, leaning forward into his chest as you laughed.

"Are you done?" Tyler asked, when you lifted up.

"I think there's tissues in the side pocket," you said, laughing again.

"What is wrong with you?" Tyler laughed. "I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing you laugh all the time after have sex."

"It's a good thing," you said, "a really, really good thing."

"Good," Tyler said, kissing you softly as you sat back properly in your seat, looking ahead.

"I'm just gonna go check on him real quick," you said, kissing Tyler’s temple.

"'K," He smiled, you walking softly down the steps using your hand to pull back the cover, finding Bentley still sound asleep. When you got back to Tyler he was sitting with his eyes on the screen, extending his arm to wrap around you.

“Still sleeping?”

“Yeah, he’s out.”

No sooner did you sit down though that the credits started to roll, and Tyler laughed ``So, what did you think of the movie?”

“I….” you said, and Tyler started giggling, his hand rubbing over yours.

“Maybe we should stay for the next one and actually do what we came here for,” Tyler said, waving your M&M’s in front of you.

“‘K” you said, smiling and kissing him once.

“Still can’t keep your hands off me?” Tyler smirked.

“Nope,: you grinned.

“I’m totally okay with that,” he said, kissing you this time.

#wont go slowly #Tyler Seguin #tyler seguin imagines #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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Judas Kiss 7 - Mark Lee

Type : Series // Angst // Fluff // Future Smut // Gang!au

Warnings : Violence // Character Deaths // Cussing

Summary : There’s only one rule. You protect your own. None of you had chosen this life, but sticking together was the only way to survive it. When one of you dies and things start going wrong, the boy that saved you once on a whim, might be the only one who can keep you together.

Author Note : This chapter is really short but it’s more of a filler chapter till things get hanky... I hope you enjoy lovelies becausethingafterthisaregoingtohurt

“I still say we burn the whole place down!” Rikky suggests after taking a gulp of his third cup of hot chocolate this morning. The four of you were sat in a circle on the floor of the main room, trying to come up with a plan on how to retaliate against Bangtan. King hadn’t come back since speaking with Mark that night, so you were all trying to stay focused on what to do. “C’mon why not? Kill their business and them in one go, simple!”

“This is serious Rikky, we need a real plan,” you roll your eyes at his millionth suggestion of pure destruction, “how do we make sure they can’t do anymore damage to the city and get them back for Johnny?”

“What about money?” Mark offers, “Jimin handles all of that right? Won’t that make it easier?”

“We could, but I doubt Jimin keeps everything on him, knowing Jin they probably have a million backups,” you say, moving slightly closer into Mark’s side. In all of this mess, Mark was the only thing keeping you together; you were starting to lose hope, it was taking too long and King was becoming more and more distant; even Ty and Rikky were starting to feel the weight of it all. Each day felt longer than the last. Stuck between the apartment and trips to Walt’s, it felt like you were going insane. Except when it came to Mark.

It was like he was a magnet, drawing you closer with every look, every conversation, every joke. He had the same ‘safe’ aura Johnny did, he felt like home.

Warmth surrounded you as Mark wrapped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you even closer into his chest as you all sat plotting. His hoodie was soft and smelt like cinnamon and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself in it completely; if it wasn’t for Ty and Rikky’s relentless teasing then you would have.

“No wait, Mark’s right,” Ty adds, sitting up from his slouched position across from you, as if a light bulb had suddenly sparked on above his head, “If we went straight to the source and stopped access to the money, they’d lose business; support; supplies, the lot. It’d be like disarming the bomb.”

“Okay so where’s the source?” Mark asks, sitting up straighter too with the feeling of things coming together. There was a slight buzz in the air that you were trying to ignore; having something resembling a plan made you feel like you were doing something right, like things might just be okay.

“The base,” pieces were slowly coming together in your mind and they were lighting the last spark of hope left inside of you, “When I was at there before, Jimin was talking about the clubs, the source must be there at the warehouse base.”

Between the three of you, excitement was rising rapidly, wanting nothing more than to storm the warehouse right away and ruin them. Rikky on the other hand, was far more realistic.

“I still don’t think that’s enough,” interrupting the silent moment between the rest of you, “If we leave them alive they’ll come back for us, they’ll rebuild and take us out just like they did Johnny.”

“If we kill them we’ll have all their allies after us too. If we leave them with nothing then they have nowhere to go.” Ty tried reasoning but Rikky wasn’t having it. Too many times had he seen what happens when you leave an enemy alive; The Pythons had had their fair share of adversaries and had lost something more than once when one of them had come back.

“Fine, fine” but with the rest of you set on this plan, of course Rikky would agree, but not without a deep sigh and headache inducing eye roll at your clear excitement, “are we telling King?”

“No.”

---

“Where are you two love birds off to hmm?” Rikky was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, watching as Mark and you put on your coats and shoes later that evening.

“Fuck off Rikky,” you shoot back, growing tired of his teasing, while deep down relishing in the normality of it.

“Ooo spicy Y/N, I like it! Mark make sure she drinks all her chocolate milk tonight so she calms down before you get back okay?”

“You guys going to Walt’s again without us?” Ty joins the rest of you in the kitchen, ears pricking up when he hears Rikky teasing you. The clear attraction between both you and Mark had become the pairs’ favourite reality show as of late; constantly watching and laughing at the obvious while the two of you pretended to remain oblivious.

“We’re just getting dinner,” Mark laughs, trying to hide his embarrassment and ignoring the way his ears start turning red.

“Dinner without us Ty, can you believe it?” Rikky pouts dramatically, getting Ty to join along with the melodrama, much to your annoyance.

“I can’t Rikky! Who knew young love was so isolating,” mimicking Rikky’s pout, “Oh when oh when will we be loved like that?”

“I don’t know Ty, one can only dream!”

“Okay okay, we’re leaving now!” Dragging Mark away from the two grown children in front of you and towards the door.

As the door slams shut behind you, Ty and Rikky share a knowing look before bursting into a fit of giggles at both of your cuteness.

“They grow up so fast.”

---

“You’ll Go to Paris one day; I’ll go with you,” Mark insists, ignoring the way you scoff in disbelief. Since telling him about your dream of going to Disneyland, Mark had got you talking a lot more about the future. A future outside of N.City. In all honesty, it was a future you’d never even considered, but now wanted more than anything.

“We’re going to Paris and we’re spending a whole weekend at Disneyland, going on every ride twice and eating as much junk food as we want!” You couldn’t help laughing along with him; he sounded so sure of himself, like he would do anything to make your dreams come true - which he would - but even if it was just a fantasy, talking about Paris with Mark, it was one you dared to let yourself indulge in. “We can have croissants for breakfast and drink coffee out of those tiny ceramic cups; we’ll take those cheesy tourist photos at the Eiffel Tower and that huge pyramid thing…”

“..The Louvre,” you correct him, the smile on your face growing with every second as Mark describes your perfect future, taking your mind away from all the chaos and pain of the now, instead making a home somewhere new in your imagination, with him.

“Yes, the Louvre,” he says, eyes sparkling as he watches you full of hope and wonder while he lays out this idyllic world in front of you. The love he feels for you is electric and right now there is nothing he wants more on this earth, than to make this dream a reality for you, to see you look like this every single day.

“I promise you, we will get there” he’s so sincere and he hopes you can tell because somehow in all this darkness, you found a light in each other and neither one of you was ready to let that go.

“Do you even want to go to Paris?” It was dangerous how much you wanted these dreams to become a reality, there had to be something, anything, that would knock you out of it.

“I want to go with you,” Mark cooed at you with the cutest smile on his face, such a dork, you thought, but as usual, couldn’t stop blushing.

“Stop! My heart! Too! Cute! I would throw up if it wasn’t so goddamn adorable!”

Both of you turn to see Ty standing next to Walt (who looks equally enamoured with the sight of the two of you) clutching his chest dramatically with one hand and wiping fake tears with the other.

“Leave the kids alone Ty, they were having a moment!” Walt scolds, handing over a to-go box of muffins, presumably for Rikky and Ty.

“What are you doing here?”

“Rik was hungry…. And I wanted to check in on you guys.” With the start of a plan, Ty was worried how you were doing with everything. He knew Mark would be there for you yes, but you were still his sister so of course he was going to worry, especially with Rikky continuing to suggest King’s involved somehow. Not only that though, he was also worried about Mark. He’s basically been flung into this mess with no warning, no experience and no guarantee that he’d make it out of it. With King being awol, it was up to Ty to take care of you all.

Squeezing in beside you, Ty sits expectantly, giving you the ‘look’ that he knows will ring out what you’re really thinking.

“I think Rikky’s right Ty,” you begin, taking a deep breath and looking to Mark for reassurance. Deep down you know that if King really is behind everything, then Ty would stand by you and protect you; but King means just as much to him too and you don’t want to hurt him.

“I doubt it but about what?”

“I think King might have killed Johnny. I think…. I think…”

Before you can full on breakdown for what feels like the millionth time over these thoughts, Mark reaches for your hand over the table, taking it upon himself to explain everything to Ty once and for all. As much as Mark wants to be the one to make everything okay for you, to fix all this mess - he knows better. If you were ever going to get the truth you’d need help and with a real plan in the works, it was time to ask for it.

After a while of Mark filling Ty in on all the theories and questions that the two of you had talked about, there’s a moment of silence as you all let the repercussions of everything settle in.

“Things just aren’t making sense Ty,” You say, trying to hold your voice steady but obviously failing by the look Ty gives you. “Pigs are flying because Rikky’s right; where has King been? Why isn’t he doing something for Johnny? You saw how he was Ty, it was like he didn’t even care!”

“Hey, you know he cares Y/N, c’mon,”

“Does he? Then where is he?” at that Ty can’t reply. He knows it’s true, something is off, but in his heart of hearts Ty doesn’t believe King would hurt any of you.

There’s tears filling your eyes as all the emotion rushes back. In a matter of moments your mind had gone from lounging in Paris, eating baguettes with Mark and laughing at each others terrible accents; to back here, with the soul crushing thought that the person you trust most in the world might be betraying you.

“Look, guys,” With a deep sigh Ty looks up at you both with determination, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll look into it okay? Things have been super sketchy, but I don’t want you two putting yourselves in any more danger. I’ll figure it out.”

When King’s not there, it’s up to Ty to take care of things. To protect you all. To lead you. But what happens if Ty isn’t there anymore?

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j-j-ehlby-writes · 5 years

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Meet Me at the Chalet || day four.

Eventual pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jenessee Borosi)

Word count: ~2.2k

Summary (I suck at these): Jenessee goes on a solo vacation after the release of her first novel. She got a little more than she bargained for when she gets snowed in with her biggest celebrity crush.

Warnings: So much freaking fluff, swearing but blink and you’ll miss it, depressing thoughts (THIS chapter), Tom being Tom

night one. || day one. || day two. || day three. || day four. || day five. ||

When I wake up a couple hours later, I expect to be alone. I thought Tom would have stayed until I fell asleep only to sneak out when he knew I wouldn’t wake up. But that was not the case. He was still in the exact same spot as when I fell asleep: leaned up against the headboard like he had been there all night. His eyes were closed but I could just faintly see dark circles underneath that were not there yesterday. Did he stay up all night?

I notice that he also had his hand intertwined with mine, resting on his stomach. I can’t imagine I’ve been in the position I’m in for long thanks to me tossing and turning in my sleep so he must have just passed out.

My heart swelled at the thought of him staying awake for hours, making sure I was okay, but it also hurt knowing he lost sleep because of me. That was the last thing I wanted for him. But then again, he didn’t have to stay awake. He didn’t have to stay in here, period. And he did, because he’s Tom and he’s an extraordinary person.

I sunk back against my pillow gazing up at the perfect human specimen that’s snoozing right next to me. How does one deserve someone as wonderful as him in one’s life if you’ve done nothing to warrant it? Because in my eyes, I have done nothing in my life to be worthy of him and his company. It was simply a happy accident that I wound up here on the day I did and then him getting snowed in here, forcing him to stay longer. Mother Nature threw a wrench in my plans of solitude and I can’t even be mad.

After ogling for longer than I should have, I eased my hand out of his and left the comfort of my bed. I stepped in the bathroom, flinching at the light as soon as I turned it on. I quickly remember that my eyes are usually sensitive to light after tear fests. I stared at my reflection. My eyes were still a tad puffy but no longer bloodshot. My face had also lost the puffiness from last night. My hair was a mess but that’s to be expected. I threw it back in a braid once I brushed it out of one. After brushing my teeth, I finally felt like a normal human being again. All thoughts of last night erased from memory. Another day to keep my feelings in only for it to build and build, creating so much tension that another breakdown is inevitable…

When I emerged from the bathroom, from this new angle, I realized just how incredibly uncomfortable he looks. His back and neck were lying in horrible angles, he’s bound to be sore if he sleeps like that for any longer. There’s no way I can just leave him like this. I tiptoed up to him and placed a soft kiss on his forehead scar. He softly jolted awake, taking in a huge deep breath. “Hey.” I whispered.

He looked at me through fuzzy eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked slightly panicking, sleep still heavy in his voice. I protested his move to get up.

“I’m okay. I just want you to get comfortable under the covers and go back to sleep. I’ll come to get you in a few hours.” I yanked the comforter from under him to get him to move. He obliged, lazily moving so I could pull the sheets over his lean body. He settled against the pillow, closing his eyes once again. Almost instantly, his breathing evened out again signaling he slipped into unconsciousness again.

Taking my place on the couch in the living room, I stare out the floor to vaulted ceiling windows as the snow dust continues to fall as I absentmindedly eating my waffles I took out of the toaster. The sun illuminates the snow on the ground and makes the dust in the air sparkle.

After a few hours, I wrapped myself in one of the many blankets provided and returned to the kitchen. I started the coffee machine for Tom and filled it with water. I popped in a few slices of bread in the toaster after it finished more waffles and heat up the syrup he’ll more than likely want with the waffles. I take the butter out and any other condiment he might want with his breakfast. I pour a glass of orange juice as well and milk so he has a variety. I cut some fruit and fill a small bowl. All it would need is a single flower in a vase in the middle of the table and we’d be set. I had to improvise though, just using one of their centerpieces instead. As soon as I could smell the coffee brewing, I knew he would be down soon. So I took that as my cue to take out some bacon to fry to really give this breakfast the extra “oomph.”

As I tended to it, I heard soft footsteps walk into the kitchen and then felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist and a kiss be placed on the back of my head. “Love, you didn’t have to make breakfast.” He murmured in my ear, sleep still evident in his voice.

I smile at how cute he is. “How else am I going to thank you for last night?”

“Darling, you don’t have to thank me for that.” He tightened his grip, pulling me even closer.

“But I do,” I countered. “You didn’t have to comfort me, let alone stay all night. I’m a stranger with deeply embedded issues that you definitely don’t have to deal with. I’ve suffered alone my whole life, what’s one more night?” I turn off the stove and bring the bacon to the table. “Sit.” I command, not wanting to talk about it anymore. “I’m sorry it’s not a gourmet breakfast. I am definitely not a chef so this is as good as it’s going to get.” He giggled as he took his seat. I poured his black coffee to finish everything off.

“This looks delightful, darling. Thank you very much.” He eyed me just standing here. “Care to join me?” He took my hand, pulling me to literally stand against him, keeping his arm around my waist as he ate with one hand.

Last night seems to have broken a barrier between us. He has been very touchy this morning, always having to touch me in some way. Yesterday, it was significantly less with only a small gesture here and there, but no more. From waking up with him holding my hand to this, this has been more than either of us has dared to try. It feels oddly natural like we’ve been doing this for years. He makes me feel like I can be myself without the fear of being judged, especially now that he’s seen me at my literal lowest.

For the rest of the day we were hardly ever more than five feet away from the other. We spent the day like we did our first: reading and writing on the couch. The only difference this time is he was right next to me. He even laid his head on my lap at one point. We didn’t talk much. Only asking when the other was hungry for lunch and dinner. It was a soothing day after a tumultuous night before.

What made it even better though? S’mores and hot chocolate.

Tom had the brilliant idea after we had dinner. He remembered there being an outdoor bonfire pit before all of the snow fell. He also spied some wood behind the welcome desk. I happily watched from inside as he set it up. Soon enough we had a fire. We toasted as many marshmallows as we could, pre-making the treats before heading back inside to dive in. We took a seat in front of the fireplace to warm back up with our large mugs of chocolate and marshmallow goodness.

“You’re pretty adept at fire-making.” I voice as I take a bite of my first s’more. The gooey marshmallow mixed with the now melting chocolate and the crumbly graham cracker perfectly creating a pleasant moan coming from my mouth, unable to stop myself.

“I’m a jack of all trades, really. I can learn to do anything. Just like I can pretty much do an impression of anybody with any accent. I always say I’m like a parrot.” He showed me a few of his really good ones, causing me to roll on the floor with laughter at just how good he is at them. “Ah, there it is.” He pointed after my laughing fit.

“There what is?” I asked wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Your smile. I’ve been missing it all day.” He scooted next to me, wrapping us both in a blanket by wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I leaned my head on his shoulder, watching the fire. The warmth washed over us as we sat there.

“You just bring it out of me, I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about last night?” He asked after we sat in silence. I knew this question would be coming eventually. He would respect me if I didn’t want to talk about it but was curious to know if I would open up to him.

I released a big sigh, “Not really.”

“Because I’ve been told that I am an excellent listener and an even better secret keeper.” He boasted. I chuckled at his modesty.

I sat up straight, keeping my gaze on the fire. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face worse than the fire. “I appreciate the concern but I’m more of a suffer in silence type and then bury my feelings until the next time. No need for discussion.” I stood up looking for any excuse to walk away from this conversation.

“Why didn’t he try more?” I halted in my tracks. “Why didn’t he want to spend time with me?” My chest tightened at the repeat of the answerless questions I had asked hours ago. “If he didn’t want kids, why did he?”

“You were listening?” I asked in disbelief. Horror spread throughout my body at that thought. He heard my wails of insecurity as well as endured my tears. Somehow that makes it all worse. I turned back to see he had stood as well.

“I caught a few things when I was on my way to your room.” He quickly explained, putting some of my nerves at ease, but continued, “but there’s nothing to be ashamed of, love. Everyone has, for lack of a better term, ‘daddy issues.’ I know I do.”

This surprises me. Not much is known about his relationship with his dad. All we do know is they haven’t been close since his parents’ divorce. He’s never outwardly spoken about it before now. “You do?”

“Growing up I only ever lived with my mother and my two sisters. My father and I have never been close. I barely saw him after the divorce and even when I did, it was only briefly. As a child, I tried not to take it personally, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve only realized that it wasn’t me at all. It was him.”

“I know it’s not my fault for why my dad is the way he is, but you’d think that having a child would change your perspective. You’d want to be the best parent you can be for your child. You’d want to be there for every scraped knee to every broken heart, for every sports game or music program- and not just because your child wants you there, but because you truly want to support whatever your child wants to do… It shouldn’t matter where the event takes place, the weather, or how traffic is as so many of his excuses were to not attend some of my important events.” He missed every parent-teacher conference after elementary school, didn’t come to numerous choir concerts throughout high school… all because the weather was predicted to be bad, or the traffic to get down to my school was too thick… “And he always made it feel like an inconvenience for him… Your child shouldn’t be an inconvenience. To him, I was.” I could feel the tears threatening to make their appearance again. I blinked them away, taking some deep breaths. “That’s all I have to say on the matter.”

Tom appeared in front of me, cradling my face in his hands. The sadness and hurt in his eyes was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. “My darling, you are not an inconvenience. You deserve to always be treated as a top priority, no matter what.” He kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you by asking.”

I scoffed. “Don’t be sorry. You were bound to be curious about it. I’m sorry for being so emotional and complicated. I’m not usually.”

“You never have to apologize for how you feel, especially with me. Alright?”

I nodded reluctantly. If I were to have him in my life, there would be nothing to be upset about. That I know for sure. And even if these feelings did pop up again, I know he would be right there to comfort me, exactly like he was last night.

day five...

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disruptedvice · 5 years

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Cooking fluff (b99 fic)

Because everything over on ao3 looked sad

Summary:

Jake is an amazing cook. Amy didn't find this out about him until after they started dating.

Over all the years she had known him as her partner, she assumed he was a horrible cook, because why else would he choose to eat mayo nut spoonsies if he could make something actually edible.

Amy was the worst cook she knew, but even she wouldn't sink that low. She’d rather eat tree bark than the nasty concoctions that he came up with.

Then, one night, Jake decided to “spontaneously” make dinner from scratch. She thought they’d order in pizza and continue their movie night, but he said he had a better idea, and told her to sit back and relax on the couch while he fixed something up.

She only waited a few minutes before checking on him, because she was genuinely worried about Jake making something she was expected to eat.

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Cooking fluff ___________

Jake is an amazing cook. Amy didn't find this out about him until after they started dating. In fact, it was a few month into their romantic relationship before she got even a hint of how good her boyfriend was at making meals.

Over all the years she had known him as her partner, she assumed he was a horrible cook, because why else would he choose to eat mayo nut spoonsies if he could make something actually edible.

Amy was the worst cook she knew, but even she wouldn't sink that low. She’d rather eat tree bark than the nasty concoctions that he came up with.

She only waited a few minutes before checking on him, because she was genuinely worried about Jake making something she was expected to eat.

She found him in the kitchen, his back towards her, facing the stove and sprinkling spices over something.

The scent wafting over to her nostrils was mouthwatering, though.

Over his shoulder she could see some sort of vegetables covered and being steamed, a pot of water filled with potatoes, and a skillet that's sizzling chicken covered in some intoxicating spices that she could almost taste on her tongue.

“How in the world did you manage this?” She near gasped, and Jake looked back over his shoulder, noticing her standing there for the first time.

“I know it seems like a miracle compared to you, but most people have at least some ability to cook.”

“I know I suck in the kitchen, but I’ve watched plenty of other people mix and bake. This is not just ‘some ability,’ Jake,” she told him. “It's not even finished yet, and it's already the best thing I've ever smelled. When did you start cooking? How could you not tell me you started cooking?” Amy knew this had to be a recent development, and she couldn't believe that Jake didn't tell her when he started learning how to cook.

“I've always had a bit of master chef in me,” Jake answered. “But I've been a great cook for forever. Learned when I was a kid, so pretty much my whole life”.

“There is no way you've been great at cooking since before I met you,” Amy scoffed, immediately dismissing such an unbelievable claim. “This would be the best secret talent anyone's ever hidden and you're the last person to hide even your worst talents. No way. If you could always cook this well, why would you reduce yourself to eating gummy bears dipped in chocolate milk when you had the skill to make something that wasn't disgusting? No way you've kept this secret talent hidden the whole time I've known you. You didn't always have this. I would've known.”

“First off, gummy bears and chocolate milk are delicious,” he corrected her vehemently. “I eat them because they're delicious. Second off, is it really that hard to believe? Single mom, remember. Had to cook for myself a lot. Though my nana was the one who taught me how to actually do it well. I had years of practice before I even got to high school. Whole life. Well, I wasn't allowed to touch the stove until I was ten, but even before that I did all the mixing and spices with the rest of the ingredients when Nana did the hot stuff so I wouldn't burn myself.” ___________

Amy narrowed her eyes. She wanted to believe him, she really did. But this was Jake.

“Okay, where did you get the ingredients? No way you ran down to the store and back in 180 seconds without me hearing the door even if you had superhuman speed. I would've heard from the couch if some sweet old neighbor of yours brought over some fresh ingredients when you texted them cooking 911. You couldn't have gotten these in the time I was just in the other room without me noticing. How do you explain that then, mister?” She jabbed his shoulder with her finger, and Jake chuckled at her accusatory tone.

“I got them from my fridge, Amy. Hate to disappoint when you think I have some power to make food appear out of nowhere, cause that would be the best power in the history of ever, and I would so not use that power for good. But no dice. We were talking in the other room, I walked in here, pulled everything out of my fridge, then started cooking. I'm not that sneaky to have covert ingredient deliveries. Hate to burst your bubble.”

“Jake, I've seen the inside of your fridge many times before. I've seen the horrors you keep stocked in there. You don't keep fresh things that any human can stomach other than you. I don't even open your fridge anymore when I'm looking for a snack, because I know the exact kind of ‘food’ you keep in there. You never have anything like this handy. Fresh ingredients are the kinds of things you have to buy in advance. Maybe if you were actually a healthy eater it wouldn't be suspicious if you just pulled stuff like this out of your fridge without warning.”

She thought she had him there.

“Maybe this meal is a little less spontaneous than I initially led you to believe,” Jake said casually as he lifted the lid off the vegetables and stirred them, when she knew it was anything but.

That he had actually been planning this, even though he was too embarrassed to let her know that. And it was probably the most adorable thing ever all the effort he put into it, and all the effort he put into hiding all that effort. Jake trying to pretend that not ordering in tonight was one of those Jake Peralta whims when he had actually been planning this at least a day or two in advance.

Instead of replying to his confession, Amy just hugged him from behind.

He stiffened for a millisecond after her surprise embrace and his not at all casual meaningfulness, but he relaxed into her two milliseconds later.

“Thank you,” she murmured, kissing the back of his neck sweetly. Without even looking, she knew he was smiling. ___________

“Oh my god, that was amazing. You should cook like this more often,” Amy said, actually pushing away her empty plate with a groan after she finished off her seconds. She’d been singing him praises the whole time they ate, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen Jake smile at her so happily and shyly as he did with every compliment. She swore he actually blushed a couple times. “We could do it together, you know,” she suggested.

Jake raised a curious eyebrow, leaning forward, like he was subconsciously trying to get closer to her sitting across from him.

“Cooking, I mean,” Amy clarified. “If you wanted to do something like this again. We could do it together. Or I could try and help. Cause you know I’m no good at cooking myself-”

“You can say that again,” Jake muttered under his breath with a teasing smile. Everyone at the nine nine’s got their fair share of close calls when it came to food prepared by Amy Santiago.

Amy just rolled her eyes. “As I was saying, if you- if you wanted to. If you wanted to pull out your secret cooking talent again, I could try and help out or something, and maybe we could make dinner together sometime.”

“Yeah,” Jake nodded, smiling, without a hint of teasing in it. Just a genuine smile. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” ___________

Then it becomes a thing that they do. ___________

The thing about Jake Peralta cooking is that the end result is always amazing, and he can make things in record time, but he always leaves the kitchen in a disaster area in his wake. It’s really the only way to describe it- he’s just a tornado in the kitchen. He leaves out every single ingredient, and always makes a mess.

The thing about Amy Santiago cooking is that she can’t. Even with someone as good as Jake guiding her. Her last major screw up came when Jake gave her a measuring cup and asked her to fill it with baking powder and dump it in the bowl while he was doing this weird thing called basting to some turkey. They didn’t find out until after they sat down to eat that Amy didn’t fill the measuring cup with baking powder, but baking soda (“What? I thought they were the same thing!” “They’re not! They’re so not! People clean with this stuff, Amy! You use like a teaspoon of baking soda if you’re making bread, and any more than that is the amount you use to scour a bathtub! Why didn’t you just ask? You know I know your kitchen skill level. I wouldn’t have called something anything other than what the label says when I’m cooking with you. There is a very big difference between baking soda and baking powder. Huge difference.”)

So yeah, she’d pretty much lost her ingredient-contribution privileges.

But that turned out to be for the best. Because while Amy was not a chef, she could admit she was a bit of a neat freak. She liked keeping things orderly and clean. And after she was absolved from actually trying to help Jake make amazing meals for the two of them, that’s when their actual kitchen partnership began to shine.

Every time he was making meals she followed his tornado wreckage that he made over the counters and picked up what he left out, the spills and messes he made, and just cleaned up a bit while he continued tearing through the kitchen.

They made great kitchen partners.

Jake liked cooking, he was good at it, and he was incredibly messy. Amy liked cleaning, she was good at it, and she couldn’t cook to save anyone’s life. They were a good match.

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Author’s note: this was lowkey inspired by a comment in a jennamarbles video from two years ago about Julien being a great cook but a tornado around the kitchen leaving a mess, and Jenna following around and picking up the disaster zone cause boy doesn’t know how to throw away a paper towel I thought that sounded like how Jake and Amy’s partnership in a kitchen would be like

So yeah, this fic was conceived of back in 2016, published now because all the peraltiago stuff looked so sad this morning on AO3

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danbily · 5 years

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Goodbye Vietnam

This is a true story about a winter camping trip that I went on.

As a chubby little boy, I was the perfect fit for Cub Scouts. We built birdhouses, sang silly songs, and, best of all, baked cookies. What I lacked in ambition was more than offset by the snacks at the end of each weekly meeting. My small blue uniform was stretched to its limits as I neared the end of my tour of duty. It was time to move on to Boy Scouts.

My first night at Boy Scouts was shockingly different from Cub Scouts. Mr. Cordy, our scoutmaster, made us suck in our guts as we stood at attention in a straight line while he inspected our uniforms. My scarf tie was on crooked and I could feel that Mr. Cordy was unhappy about my chubby physique. “You will benefit from our exercise program, young man,” was his terse remark as he departed for the next scout in line. I knew then that we were not ending this meeting with cookies and milk, and I was right.

My pack included my best friend, Charlie, my neighbor, Art, my fellow Cub Scout, Paul, and Donny. Donny was the son of our pack supervisor, Mr. Lynn, who’d been an officer in World War II. In addition to our regular troop meeting at the new rec center, we would often meet at their home. The Lynns owned one of the first color TVs in 1958. We would all gather around it and gaze in amazement at actual color film. We compared it to our drab black and white sets at home and laughed. Mrs. Lynn would make us snacks as well. It was so much better than a troop meeting with mean Mr. Cordy.

Just after the New Year, Mr. Lynn announced that he together with Mr. Cordy were planning a winter father-son campout. Each pack would pick their own date and camp just south of Holland, New York, a town known for its lake effect snow.

I was eager to test out my new scout-approved, two-man tent that I’d earned by selling Boy Scout Christmas cards. It was a canvas tent complete with poles, stakes, and a canvas floor. It also had a mosquito net door that would be a nice feature in the summer. The only thing I lacked was an air mattress for the underside of my sleeping bag. My dad and I needed to go shopping for air mattresses as soon as possible.

The following Saturday, we visited our local sporting goods shop. It was located in a small plaza and had a limited selection. The clerk showed us an air mattress made in France, but made no personal recommendation; he fully admitted that he wasn’t into camping. My father ultimately bought two of the ugly blue contraptions. The clerk smirked as he rang them up on the register. I knew this wasn’t a good omen. On the drive home, I opened one of the boxes and tried to read the instructions. My dad looked over at me in disgust. “Don’t they teach you kids how to read at that school I pay hefty taxes to send you to? Hand me those instructions.” I did as requested and my father pulled over to the curb. After a minute, he turned to me. “Damn things are written in French,” he said. “Mom can read Polish,” I said, “Is that close?” Needless to say, it wasn’t. We struggled with the few crude drawings and I understood why the clerk had smirked.

The week of the camping trip was filled with the promise of a new adventure in my young mind. I loved watching Walter Cronkite and The Twentieth Century on Sunday evenings. The film footage of the mighty German army grinding to a halt outside Moscow in the brutal Russian winter was a fresh memory. Would our pack succumb to the same fate in the heavy snow south of Buffalo? Then there was my image of Napoleon sitting inside the Kremlin, burning furniture in order to keep warm. Was Mr. Lynn aware of just how awful George Washington had it during that winter at Valley Forge? As an officer from our military, I hoped he was well versed in the hardships of a winter campout, especially one that involved the greenest of troops known as the Boy Scouts.

That Saturday arrived with clear skies and bountiful sunshine for our two hour drive to Scout camp. We had six carloads in all, as many of the fathers had volunteered to accompany their sons on this make believe Arctic adventure. The local weather forecast never came up in conversation. The radio stations were all based in Buffalo and would not have mentioned any snow this far south of the city. It was still sunny and birds were chirping as we unloaded our camping supplies in the parking lot. We had two toboggans with tow ropes for our tents. Our cooking gear and food was in our Scout regulation knapsacks. We all opted for snowsuits and rubber boots versus any regulation uniform, a wise choice for this ragtag little army of greenhorns. Mr. Lynn took out his map and pointed to a trail leading from the edge of the parking lot to a wooded hillside. “Boys, I mean MEN, we will proceed this way.”

The snow had been packed down on the trail from previous use. It wasn’t difficult to follow. We found a tree sheltered hillside after a one hour hike. Mr. Lynn and Art, our only Eagle Scout, declared that we’d “arrived at encampment.” I personally felt it had more to do with the heavy wheezing now coming from many of the fathers prone to smoking. We were assigned small areas and told to pitch our tents and help with a general mess area for our evening meal. The snowpack was shoveled clear in a twenty foot circle and we started a fire in the middle. We went on a scavenger hunt for every downed tree limb on that hillside. Our fire soon blazed like a blast furnace and our bodies cooked on one side and froze on the other. I understood why the Indians had danced around the fire, they were simply rotating in the heat like chickens on a spit.

The evening meal consisted of beans and weiners emptied from large institutional cans into a five gallon enameled steel cooking pot. We made Scout biscuits by rolling a twig in Bisquick and water. After a dough ball had formed on the end of the twig, it was held over the fire until it turned light brown. We enjoyed the folly of keeping the biscuits on the twig and out of the fire. You either mastered the technique or ate only beans and weiners. I ended up the expert in this bizarre food misadventure and became camp baker for the less able. I must have baked three dozen biscuits that evening. They were served with huge slices of butter. Rounding out our frontier dinner party was hot chocolate and Hostess cupcakes. We all liked to suck out the cream filling first, then eat the frosting.

By the time dinner ended, the wind had picked up and snowflakes were appearing in ever increasing numbers. True to the Buffalo curse, the flakes were blowing parallel to the terrain and entering our tents through the tiniest of cracks in the flap doors. Art, our Eagle Scout, suggested that we lower the mosquito netting once inside, and the screening would catch any snow that made it through the canvas flaps. This indeed proved to be an effective solution, and my dad and I turned in early to the sound of what now seemed like a blizzard and the songs of a rock station on my six transistor radio. Dad only liked “Harbor Lights,” an old song by The Platters that had been recently redone for my generation. Battery life was short in those days and we were soon left with only the wind and our thoughts. My mind focused on those newsreel clips of the mighty German army snowbound thirty miles from Moscow and helpless. That was just about our distance from Buffalo.

Attempting to sleep in the dead cold of winter with the wind whipping the pines above us was a no go from the start. My sleeping bag had been advertised as containing two pounds of genuine goose down. I’d been light on funds at the time and had passed over the deluxe bag with three pounds of goose down. Like the German army, I’d underestimated what cold really means. My father had opted for several dark green woolen army blankets he’d purchased years ago when he and my mother went tent camping in Canada. They were scratchy but warm. So there we lay, me with my teeth chattering from the cold and Dad itching from the coarse army issue woolen blankets. He told me a story about camping in Northern Ontario in early June and having it snow. Even though the fishing went well, my mother never forgave him for the poor timing. I understood her resentment as my own carefree attitude toward camping was waning.

Halfway through our no sleep night, the hot chocolate caught up with my bladder. My dad was in equal need of a nonexistent bathroom in the forest. We struggled with our flashlights to find our boots and untie the many straps that secured both the canvas door flaps and the mosquito netting. We also observed that our brand new French air mattresses were no longer plump and firm. What could be the problem? My dad suggested that the cold had reduced the air volume and it was of no concern to us. The trek up into the pines revealed a full blown lake effect blizzard had descended on our little party of novice campers. The yellow snow we made was covered instantly by the fast falling fresh white variety. “I hope Lynn remembers the way out. There’ll be no tracks to follow by morning,” my father said, not sounding all that confident.

It wasn’t the morning sun that woke us, it was the sting of cold ice water on our backsides. Remember those deflating French air mattresses? Well, they continued to deflate as the night went on. This in turn put our body heat in direct contact with the snowpack beneath our tent floor. The rest was simple physics. We had to stand up and try to dry ourselves as best we could. My dad restarted the campfire with much effort put into finding the kindling and pine logs now buried under a foot of fresh powder. A squirt of charcoal lighter fluid brought the fire to life. So much for the Indian method we’d seen in our handbook. They were smart enough to have long houses, animal pelt clothing, and all the time in the world to make it work. We stood with our backs to the flames as a small group of teeth chattering scouts joined us in a circle of distraught ignorance. Humility was earned one mistake at a time.

Mr. Lynn soon appeared and announced that the smarter option would be to hike out and have breakfast in town at the local diner. I heard no dissenting remarks from the red faced, booger nosed tiny army of boys that had been labeled MEN just twelve hours earlier. Art, the Eagle Scout, got out his map and compass and showed us what he thought was our path out. He was wrong, but our luck held. The snow had abated enough to spot the camp mess hall on the hilltop near the parking lot. With our goal in sight, we broke camp and trudged off in knee deep snow. Each step took a deep breath of effort and the fathers who smoked dearly paid for that extra push. After an hour in the Klondike of Southern Erie County, we all reached the parking lot. Here the vast majority our pack fell down in a snowbank to rest. Thankfully, the Scouts had a full time manager that kept the parking lot and service roads plowed. We brushed the snow off of our caravan of 1950s iron and off we drove to Holland, New York.

Over my pancakes and hot chocolate at the Zider Zee Diner, I could clearly see that the military was not going to be in my future. Mr. Lynn had failed to secure an accurate weather forecast, our equipment was a joke, and Art was incompetent. As a final note, Art went to Vietnam as a second lieutenant. He got so many of his men killed that he returned stateside and entered the priesthood. I became a salesman and stayed at five star hotels. So much for winter camping!

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Aristotle: He/Him - Leo - 18 - 6′4

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? blueee!!!!!!!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? he loves art books! his mom used to show them to him and he’s collected them ever since. would also like to collect daggers/knives/swords bc he thinks they’re neat 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothing 4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? ohhhh this guys 100% a metal head. leather jackets, spikes, ripped jeans, chains- necklaces and wallet, vans or boots, lots n lots of patches/pins- the whole ordeal! typically only wears reds, blacks, whites, and dark shades. muted colors. 5. What is your OC’s first memory? he was around 4 or 5 and his mother asked him to bake a cake with her, and he agreed, of course. they made a giant 5 layer red velvet cake with chocolate, caramel, and peanut butter chips in between and chocolate fudge drizzled on top/off the sides. they made a HUGE mess in the kitchen and all over themselves and he cherishes this memory so sooo much. 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? black panthers!!!!! he also loves dogs a lot… he? HATES?? butterflies ???7. What element would your OC be? oh boy fire 8. What is your OC’s theme song? uhhh anything Heavy Metal9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? noooooo, i dont rlly like doing this edrfghu but! he has a deep voice, its warm and deep and kinda ? sultry? idk 10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? wrath. 11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting!!! learning about history/going to museums, annnnnnd does his bf count? LOL12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? uhhh relatively patient? definitely depends. he’s VERY hot-headed but doesn’t ‘explode’ often 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, and latino! he’s also human wsedrftg14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? fucking LOVES cheese??? and big warm pretzels… CINNAMON ROLLS! hates olives ??? and most fish 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he’d really want a big cat, doesn’t matter what… just a Big Boy16. What does your OC smell like? warm, cinnamon maybe but also musky and woodsy… but he sometimes just likes smelling Clean and like semi typical guy cologne ??? or just Expensive smelling cologne,,, idk he always smells really fucking good sedfgh17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? uhhh right Now he’s just graduated high school and issss looking for work… doesn’t really know what he wants to be, honestly. he’s still trying to figure everything out 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? he fears losing completely everything he loves, specifically his boyfriend and his brother. a weakness is how hard he is on himself, and how much he isolates/pushes people away when he’s low. a strength is just how warm and caring he is. how much he loves. even if he doesn’t always see himself as strong, he is. he really, really is19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? h e a v y m e t a l h e ‘ s a f u c k i n g m e t a l h e a d i havent looked too into it so i don’t know about songs, i WILL look into it at some point20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live on this hell planet, sadly 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? the death of his mom… and his anger… he blames himself for her death and hes struggling hard with it, since his father doesn’t help at all and blames him, too. a pet peeve he has is people leaving doors or cabinets open, it makes him so mad dftgyhu just fucking close them 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? heee was a good one ? hardest subject for him was english :/ mainly got A’s! except for english 23. What is a random fact about your OC? he cannot bake or cook anything EXCEPT breakfast foods 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he… didnt see a future until he met his boyfriend, nathan… after his mom died, so did everything else 25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber wanted to play the sims and she told me to create 2 characters but i said hey! i do one, you do one! and then we were fucking idiots and turned them into ocs dfyudfhjkl; its soooo recent that nothings changed LOL im still developing him, as i am with all of my ocs 26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? nathan… he gave him a second chance at life, he gave him a reason to want to stay alive, a future. also jordan is super super important to him they bffs xoxo (edit: dan n ty also mean the world to him) at his current age… his dad. their relationship does eventually get better but right now, hes the least important but has such a big impact on him it hurts27. What kind of childhood did your character have? A GOOD GOOD GOOOOOOD ASS CHILDHOOD up until 16 it was soooo good… his moms his best friend, he n his brother hung out all the time, and his dad wasn’t so angry or drunk28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he picks at his nails when hes nervous, but it doesnt happen very often so its nothing he tends to worry about. heee doesn’t stim but fucking loves paint mixing videos those are his shit uhhh no, no addictions… unless you literally count his bf wertyui29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “If You Sit On My Grave I WILL Haunt You” or “Long Live The King” because he’s a stupid fucking leo30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yesssssssss he wants to marry nathan So Bad sedrftyui he’s unsure about kids, though… kinda just wants a couple pets 31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his mom died on his 16th birthday driving to come pick him up. anything involving nathan… doesn’t even matter what it is, he just loves him so much32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? his mom back33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? uhhh probablyyyyy not… he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he actually killed someone,,,34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? uh he likes concerts n shit but its not like,,, a social group thing… he doesnt do that shit…35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? very vivid imagination, is often found daydreaming when hes not painting or with his bf. not really worried, honestly, kinda just lives in the moment and doesnt give a single god damn shit about a thing except on the bad days36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he wants nathan the most, out of everything- and he has him… but if he didn’t he would do anything for him. anything37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? pees with the door open esdrtyuio38. What would your character do with a million dollars? ooohhhh spoil the shit out of nathan, get a tattoo or 2, and buy art stuff!39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? eggs, leftovers, milk, orange juice, bacon, butter, and syrup. a couple of canvases, paint brushes, the shirt he slept in the night before. a couple of single issue comics, the graphic novel hes reading, a bottle of water, and a tiny art canvas. random plastic, paper, maybe an empty water bottle or 240. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? out with nathan, probably on a date. ripped jeans, dark red sweater, black shirt, boots, wallet chain, necklace chain, and a single dangly earring in his left ear 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? yell, scream, get super physical. he’s burning, he’s burning, he’s burning. make it stop, better yet, let him thrive 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? nope! he’s clean for now43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? oooooh uh he says some Shit when he’s pissed, especially to his dad44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine? doesn’t really care about it unless its from nathan. oooor if youre just being a shithead hell tell you off45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he enjoys it, wouldn’t mind it at all tbh46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? fuck, yeah. he’d do something stupid to it to see if it works and then display it in his room or give it to his bf47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? hellllll yeaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh. everything, anything48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? his mom was his best friend and the reason why he is the way he is. his dad was a good man, but now hes a stupid angry drunk who blames ari for his mothers death. its affected him positively and negatively, hes loving and passionate like his mother but insecure and doubtful because of his father49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? d o n o t l e t h i m h a v e a l o t o f c a n d y p l e a s e 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? would probably elope with nathan, do some crazy shit, and hope to god he doesn’t actually fucking die

Jordan: He/Him - Sagittarius - 19 - 6′2

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? light green2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? stamps, stickers, beanies, anything aquatic-themed, and tarot cards/witchy stuff!3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? bananas…4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? lazy type clothes, very sluggish. lots of oversized cardigans, hoodies, and sweaters. baggy shirts, but he religiously wears jeans. likes chains but preferably small ones, and usually only wallet chains. likes wearing a ring on each thumb and if hes Feelin it a couple more! punkish basically 5. What is your OC’s first memory? spying on his brother and dad training outside in the barn6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? he has a giant soft spot for cows but his favorite is whale sharks!!! he doesn’t really like frogs 7. What element would your OC be? water! but with Slight fire8. What is your OC’s theme song? something slow and sad, probably 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? no! his voice is soft and low, like a lullaby. very warm and comforting, but also a lil husky10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy/lust/greed wsedfg11. What are your OC’s hobbies? reading, using tarot cards, organizing his stamps/stickers, watching documentaries, and making sure aristotle doesn’t do anything Stupid12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s pretty patient but he’s also pretty hot headed. he Will lash out when angry :/13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, bisexual, white (russian/american) also a human sedryui14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loooovvveeessss chocolate chip waffles! and breakfast foods in general. hates peas and green beans 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a cowwwww… they remind him of his mom dfghj16. What does your OC smell like? clean but ? kinda minty!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he currently works at a little bookshop/coffeeshop! he likes it but he wants to do something more when he’s graduated from college. 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? his father and crickets. how emotionally attached he gets to people. how warm and soft he is, he never stops caring for others 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? goth, heavy metal, sad/emo shit20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he live here Binch21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his whole family besides his father is dead and he’s all alone with nobody to turn to. he h a t e s crunching noises. so much. also fucking HATES when people poke holes in shit just STop. 22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? actually really really good, even though he looks like a fucking slacker esdrftgyhu probably got all A’s23. What is a random fact about your OC? he always has his fingernails and toenails painted black or dark red/purple24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? fuck man he doesn’t wanna live hes so fucking Tired his dark circles are permanent but ari makes life worth living sdfg25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? …once upon a time amber and i made a gang au with ari n nathan and promptly made jordan for the Shits and Giggles but it turns out i fell in love and way too deep making his character, thanks!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? aristotle, probably, because he assumes his mom is dead. least is his dad whos a fucking asshole murdering cuck27. What kind of childhood did your character have? uhhhh Not Good ill tell you that. his father only married and brought his mom to russia so she could give him kids, preferably boys. first was nikolai, second was kazimir jordan, and lastly was feliks. they were all 2 years apart, making nikolai and feliks 4, so they were all close in age and played together often. his father was most proud of nikolai but feliks had been showing signs of possibly exceeding all of their expectations. kazimir was last in everything, but he was his mothers favorite. he’ll never forgive his father for torturing him and killing everyone he loved. 28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? he often picks at his nail polish, or the skin around his nails. definitely fidgets with his hands often. doesn’t stim but follows a lot of soap carving and squishy videos, also likes bread/cooking ones. he’s kind of addicted to red bulls but he’s cutting back and resorting to coffee, which he drinks black29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? “hell’s waiting for me so watch your back”30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? maybe married but almost Definitely no kids. no thanks. xoxo31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his father dragged him into the barns once after he accidentally spilled something over an ‘important’ paper so his father branded him with a cross on his side. his mother used to braid his hair with baby’s breath in it when theyd play out in the field, just her and the 3 boys running around, having fun. it was peaceful, bliss32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? to tell his mother he was sorry and that he’ll never stop loving her33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? no, he’s seen what killing someone does to people34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont really like this question edrtyu35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? hes so tired all the time hes often in the clouds, never really focusing. daydreams a lot to make it through each day, pretending hes someone hes not. hoping that his mother is actually still alive, and that he doesnt have to keep reliving memories. they wont stop fading, he keeps getting them jumbled. he just wants to make more with her, be with her one last time36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? his moooooooooom, he’d do anything for her37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to turn door knobs twice before actually opening a door 38. What would your character do with a million dollars? that’s so overwhelming to him but probably pay off college shit sdfghj debt is So Scary 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? yogurt, water bottles, red bull, orange soda, and some strawberries. a pair of jeans and boxers and random books hes checked out from the library. a half empty can of red bull, the book hes currentl reading, a beanie, and a cute little jar of jelly beans ari got him. garbage can has crumbled up balls of paper, empty red bull cans, empty bottle of soda, and an old textbook.40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? probably aristotle and nathan to a concert/out to eat. wears black jeans, a baggy red and black striped sweater with a black shirt underneath, boots or vans, and prolly a wallet chain + his thumb rings41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he screams and yanks on his hair fgyuhlj;k42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? heee has a cross on his side, and a few Light scars on his face- over his bottom lip, on his forehead and on the left side of his cheek/jaw. a couple on his back and arms as well most of them are from his father…43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he’s never said anything Out Loud but in his head he says shit all the time dxgfhgjhjlio hes a snarky son of a gun44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? he will go home and Cry about it later 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? eh its Ok46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? hes pretty paranoid about it and probably shows it to ari like ‘bitch what the FUCK’47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he doodles mindlessly when hes bored in class 48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? uhhhh his dad is a big Cuck but his mom is an Angel and the best person he’s ever met. this has fucked him over hard bc hes father took her away from him and now he has nothing left so hes an anxious, paranoid Mess49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he l o v e s candy pls50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? Kill Him Now

Tyler: He/Him - Pisces - 22 - 5′7

1. What is your OC’s favorite color? baby blue and pink!2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? nail polish, lamb stuffed animals, comics, seashells, and washi tapes 3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? nothin4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? he likes soft colors, pastel. sweaters are his favorite but he also likes long sleeved shirts. dresses pretty feminine, isn’t a fan of dark colors on himself unless its his boyfriends clothes5. What is your OC’s first memory? when he was around 4 or 5 he was riding his bike when he hit a rock and went flying forward, causing him to scrape his knees and his nose to bleed 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? l o v e s l a m b s and snails, doesn’t really like salamanders 7. What element would your OC be? w a t e r 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something soft and not too upbeat 9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a very smooth and kind of feminine voice ? but its masculine enough to not misgender him,,,10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? envy???11. What are your OC’s hobbies? painting his nails, drawing/sketching, reading comics and graphic novels, watching documentaries, and journaling!12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? very patient and rarely hot headed, gets more agitated or annoyed 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? male, gay, white human boy14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? would Die for milkshakes he loves them so fucking much, isnt a big fan of hamburgers/beef in general 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? a lamb or sheep he is so infatuated with them. they are so so soooo cute 16. What does your OC smell like? strawberries and cream!17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? heee currently works odd hours at a gas station, it’s definitely not his dream job but its not super awful… most of the time. he wants to go to art school, actually, to learn to make jewelry and to learn how to do more with his art18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? abandonment and ultimate loneliness. he’s really self conscious but he loves with all hes got and he loves so much, and so hard19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? bubblegum pop, kpop, jpop, and some indie music!20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? he here 21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? he’s self conscious and in recovery for self harm/an eating disorder but he’s doing really well! its still hard but he’s pushing through… he hates having chipped nails drftugyihuo as soon as one chips, even a little, he repaints them as soon as he can22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? he was a nerd he got straight A’s and actually enjoyed school kinda erdtfyuio but only because he loves to learn, not the actual people or atmosphere 23. What is a random fact about your OC? is really interested in astrology and loves reading his horoscope 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? he’s honestly trying to still figure that out but the more time he spends with his boyfriend, the more he wants to live and have a happy future with him25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? amber made dan, dan needed a love interest, tada!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? daaaaaannnn, his boyfriend, nathan his best friend (+ari) annnnnnd uh ? nobody really ??? 27. What kind of childhood did your character have? he had a pretty alright childhood, kind of lonely…28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? plays with his ears if he’s super nervous, really fucking loves slime to stim and help him calm down- or chews on something29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? something gay, probably 30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? yes and yes!!! he wants to get married and have a family with dan :331. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? dan got into a bad bar fight once, he was having a shitty day and the guy was being an absolute douchebag asshole and tyler wasn’t there to help him or stop him and it was just… bad… once dan took him to a petting zoo to meet and pet some sheep and he cried because it was quite possibly the nicest thing anyones ever done for him and then the dumbass also set up a picnic for afterwards and he fucking bawled again stupid gay saps32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? the funds for college esdrtf33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? nope he is a soft crybaby 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? i dont LIKE this fucking q smfh35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he daydreams a lot, yeah, and hes almost always worried because his anxiety is an absolute bitch but hes working on it36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? he just wants dan and to go to art school37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he has to say goodnight to all of his stuffed animals before bed every night sdfgfgghj38. What would your character do with a million dollars? a r t s c h o o l39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? strawberries, mangos, chocolate almond milk, leftover food from a restaurant he went to with dan, and some chocolate syrup. nothing, he has to keep his room clean always. nightstand has a graphic novel and book hes currently reading, a note/poem from dan with a small lamb he got him, and a bottle of peach tea. 40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? somewhere really really fancy with dan! he’d wear a cute suit, a white one with a pastel yellow button up shirt and a black tie. wears the necklace dan got him and probably a few dainty rings that match well together/when layered 41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? he cries. a lot. he gets really overwhelmed when he’s angry, and tends to scream or yell42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? on his arms from self harm, his hips as well… 43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? he doesn’t like saying rude things44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? uhhh if he asks he’ll probably take what the person says into consideration but if he hasnt asked, he’ll get mad/sad 45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? he like it46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? he gives it to dan rdyftugyhio47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? s e n d h i m t o a r t s c h o o l p l e a s e48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? err his parents were kind of absent a lot, they traveled so much for business that he was often alone, only himself for company. his mom was loving, for the most part, when she was home. she got drunk quite often, though, but that just made her more giggly and unfocused. his dad… was hard on him, kinda abusive. often ignored him, honestly, unless it came to school and ‘being a man.’ he can be very distant at times, and self isolates often… yet he’s afraid of being alone, he doesn’t want to be abandoned, so he loves the wrong people, stays with the wrong people, because it seems right. if they stay, ill be okay, even if im still crying. even if it still hurts 49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he does like candy! gets sugar rushes sometimes sdrftugyu dan finds it so fucking cute bc he’s so hyper and giggly 50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? oh please don’t stress him out like that…

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1. What is your OC’s favorite color? dark purple2. Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? swords, dragons, and bookmarks3. What kind of things is your OC allergic to? dairy and bees4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear? what he actually has to wear differs from what he personally likes. his father is the king so because of that, he often has to wear a lot of suits/prince attire. but personally, when he doesnt have to be Prince, he likes to wear dark and comfy clothes, a lazy emo5. What is your OC’s first memory? he vaguely remembers aster being born and wanting to help his mom take care of her 6. What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite? dragons!!! doesnt have a least favorite??? maybe mosquitos 7. What element would your OC be? hhhhh water 8. What is your OC’s theme song? something heavy and dark9. Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC? he has a charming n husky kinda voice !10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC? greed or envy11. What are your OC’s hobbies? fighting, taking care of dragons, making rings, and reading historical books12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? he’s been trained to be patient, for the most part, but when he’s passionate about something he tends to get hot-headed sometimes 13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? non-binary, bisexual, he’s an alien so he’s kinda pinkish… same color as aster but a little lighter 14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods? loves seafood… isn’t really into eggs 15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? he Has his dream pet, a dragon, so he’s Good16. What does your OC smell like? woodsy and clean 17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? he’s a prince but he works with dragons a lot!!! it’s his Dream… or to sell his rings 18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths? commitment, losing his family, and sharks. he gets too lost in his head at times, distances himself from everyone. he’s physically very strong and a charming/calm guy by nature 19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song? he’s not the biggest music guy but enjoys rock/alternative/emo stuff20. If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do? curious about everything, goes into almost every shop he can find and tries out so many different foods…21. What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? his last relationship was Bad and he’s still very much affected by it… he hates wearing socks to bed dfyguh it annoys him so much22. What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? excellent, top of his class23. What is a random fact about your OC? he loves tattoos and would love to be covered in them one day 24. What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living? currently, his outlook is very bleak dxfyuibj he’s really sad,,,25. What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? i gave aster siblings and then slowly developed him in my head!26. Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why? his family, specifically his siblings, anddd his ex boyfriend still haunts his almost every thought and action :/27. What kind of childhood did your character have? good!!! he and his siblings did so much stuff together dxfghjkl; i Love them28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions? twists his rings a lot or shakes his leg when he’s nervous. doesn’t stim 29. If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? fuck, man, i have no fucking clue and neither does he30. Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? currently, no31. What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory? his ex boyfriend tried to kill him once. he relives that memory almost everyday, and hates himself for not telling anybody about it. his siblings always know how to cheer him up, which he’s soooo grateful for. the 3 of them went to an amusement park once and just had so much fun, eating waaaay too much and going on all of the rides 32. If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? happiness33. Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? er probably wouldn’t but if it was his ex… he would reconsider 34. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? his dads the king, hes a prince, so he often finds himself at balls or parties and pretends to be super charming and openly available for marriage, even though he doesn’t want it and his younger brother will most likely take the throne instead35. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? he never stops living in daydreams or memories and would like it all to just. stop. let him b r e a t h e36. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? peace. he wants everything to stop, he wants his head to stop convincing him somethings wrong when hes fine and he wants his thoughts to stop wants the voices gone.37. What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? he sucks skittles and starbursts for a long ass time before actually eating them…38. What would your character do with a million dollars? donate it all 39. What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? nothing dfhgjk he hasn’t restocked it yet,,, probably some clothes and random books lying around. uhhh probably some alcohol, candy, and a map. crumpled up paper and wrappers in his garbage can40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? uh probably alone and to get wasted or high,,, doesnt matter where :/41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? self isolates and simmers in his anger, throws shit and screams because hes so mad/frustrated 42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? theres some cigarette burns on his thighs from his ex, a couple on his back and arms/legs from either fighting or his ex… there’s probably more but id have to think a lot more on his ex and stuff, which i will do eventually!43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said? towards the end of his relationship he probably said some harsh things to his ex44. How does your character react/ accept criticism? fine unless its super personal to him, then it reminds him of his ex and he cant focus on anything, he shuts down45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? inhales it. please feed him46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? stares at it for so long.. would probably carry it with him always dsfgjkl;47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? he things drawing buildings is super relaxing…48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? very loving! hes very grateful for them and how supportive they are, even if its unconventional to being next in line for the throne. they just want him happy more than anything49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? he loves candy, shoves it in his mouth so fast estrytuyul he only gets sugar rushes if he binges on candy around others??? never when hes just munching on it alone50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? i cant say he’d be entirely mad at his current state… would probably say his goodbyes and then just wait, or wander around waiting

#wow i have ocs #aristotle #jordan #tyler #alex #oh god i really did this didnt i

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Birthday Cake (Inner Circle)

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“How much baking powder?”

“Uhh… One tablespoon? Or was it a teaspoon… Shit, I can’t remember what Elain said!” I groaned, and Mor dumped a heaping tablespoon of the stuff into the bowl I was holding. “We should never have been given this task.”

“We’re doing fine!” She insisted, snatching the bowl from my hands to whisk in the eggs and milk. “It’s the thought that counts anyway.”

“Yeah but Cass is going to want to actually eat the cake, don’t you think?” I turned on the oven, setting it to 350 degrees before leaning over Mor’s shoulder. “I read you aren’t supposed to stir it so much or it’ll go flat when you bake it.”

“Rhysand, please. It’s still lumpy. See?” Pulling the whisk from the batter, she let it the chunky mix drip back into the bowl. I shrugged, leaning back against the counter to let her take charge.

“Your fault if it doesn’t turn out.” Mor’s only response was an icy glare, and I shrugged. “I’ll decorate it once it’s ready, but I claim no responsibility for the actual baking.”

“This is gonna be the best cake the world has ever seen.”

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Ping!

I leapt off the couch at the sound of the timer, tripping over my own feet in my haste to pull the cake from the oven.

“Is it done?” Mor asked, peering over my shoulder. I shrugged, setting the hot pan onto the stovetop.

“How do we tell?” I said, grimacing at the oddly shaped creation. “And why is it so… Tall?” I poked the center, which rose a few inches higher than the rest of the spongy mess. “That’s definitely not how it’s supposed to be.”

Mor pulled out her phone, typing something rapidly into Google. “Mmm,” she hummed, showing me the screen. “Too much baking powder.” I cocked my head to the side and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Gee, I wonder who’s fault that could’ve been?”

Huffing out a sigh, she ran a hand through her blonde hair. “We can fix it. If we frost it, it won’t look so bad.” She opened the cupboard, pulling out a tub of chocolate frosting. Then she rummaged through the drawers for a small spatula, grinning triumphantly when she found one.

“Let’s get going,” I said, and rolled up the sleeves of my black shirt.

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The apartment door flung open and Feyre rushed inside. “He’s coming!” Immediately, everyone shushed and hid behind couches, tables, anything they could fit behind. Elain stifled her giggle in her hand, Azriel silently chiding her from his spot across the hall.

All eyes flicked to the door as it creaked open, Cassian’s hulking frame blocking most of the light from the hall.

“SURPRISE!!”

Cassian let out a strangled sound and dropped his keys, staring at us with a look of complete shock. After a moment, he regained his wits and bent to retrieve his keys.

“Geeze, warn a guy!” He grinned, walking through the door and into Nesta’s embrace.

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise,” she said, hugging her arms around his middle.

I clapped a hand on his shoulder and handed him a drink. “Happy birthday, brother.” He nodded his thanks, turning to accept hugs from Elain, Feyre and Mor. “Where’s Amren?”

I shook my head. “Varian.” All it took was that one word for Cassian to put up a hand, and I laughed.

“Enough said.” He was smiling from ear to ear, completely ecstatic about the gathering his girlfriend had put together.

She caught my eye and mouthed, “You got the cake, right?” I nodded and chuckled to myself, earning a suspicious look from Nesta. Oh yeah, we made the cake, alright. I made no promises as to how good it would be, though.

Mor bounced on the heels of her feet excitedly and clapped her hands together. “So! Cassian if you would please take a seat at the table, Rhys and I have something for you.” Cassian quirked an inquisitive brow and reluctantly moved to sit.

“Should I be worried?” he asked me as Mor retrieved the cake from the kitchen.

“Maybe.” I laughed, running a hand through my hair. Feyre looped her arm through mine and promised that Cassian would still like it, no matter what. She had come over when I had been hard at work attempting to decorate it, and had burst into laughter when she saw the creation. She offered to walk to the store and buy a new cake, but Mor wouldn’t let her.

Elain dimmed the lights as Mor reappeared, balancing the flaming monstrosity of a cake on her hand and singing “Happy Birthday.” She set it on the table in front of him, and was clearly questioning it’s edibleness.

The chocolate frosting had bits of cake mixed in, since I hadn’t waited for it to cool completely before decorating it. With the center all puffed up, it looked more like a mountain than an actual cake. Wax from the twenty-three burning candles dripped onto the shaky writing that read ‘YOU’RE OLD. HAPPY 23RD.’

“We tried,” I said, thankful that the low lighting hid my embarrassed blush. “Mor and I have never baked a cake before.” Cassian only stared, either concerned or awestruck, I couldn’t tell.

“Cassian? Are you alright?” Nesta whispered, rubbing a hand over his broad shoulders. He nodded, finally breaking his stare to glance at Mor and I.

“No one has ever baked me a cake before.” Though it was surely a hard thing to admit, a smile cracked across his usually stoic face, and he gulped a huge breath before blowing out the candles. His hazel eyes glittered as he looked at Mor and I each in turn and thanked us.

“Ah, it was nothing,” I said, stuffing my hands in my pockets when he hugged Mor.

“Though I’m not sure you should actually eat it,” Mor commented, pecking his cheek. Cassian poked it with a finger, and the whole thing jiggled. Everyone laughed, and Cassian grabbed a knife to cut himself a piece.

“May my gravestone read: ‘Here lies Cassian, killed by his own birthday cake.’”

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Fifth chapter is up! Read it here on ao3, or here on ff.net, or under the cut.

***Shoutout to a real life angel @mysticalightwood for sending me the loveliest message about this lil thing and making a rubbish day so much better <3***

100 Ways to Say I Love You

Summary: In which actions speak louder than words, Sirius and Remus sort of fall in to a relationship, and even though neither of them have said those three all-important words, they both know it anyway.Or: 100 Ways to Say I Love You by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

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Tw for mentions of anxiety, mentions of depression, some real intense self-hate, a blink and you'll miss it reference to past self harm, ANGST.

Remus plops himself down in to an armchair, hissing slightly as his muscles shriek in protest. Alice grimaces sympathetically from where she’s curled in her own squishy chair, and Lily drops in to the final seat with a sigh.

She raises her mug of almond-milk hot chocolate, and clinks it against the others’. “The three spoonies ride again!” Alice lets out a little whoop, jingling her silver ‘I’m epileptic!’ bracelet, and Remus smiles behind his cup, unable to match their enthusiasm, because his stomach is killing him. (His whole body is tender and fiery just beneath his skin, but the cramps are fierce and relentless. He surreptitiously cradles his hot mug against his belly; the heat that seeps through his shirt helps a little, but not enough. The chatter and buzz of the café are doing nothing to help his headache either, and he wants nothing more than to crawl in to his bed with a hot water bottle and stay there for the foreseeable future).

“How are y’all?” Lily asks, taking a huge bite of her Danish, and groaning around the mouthful. “This is fucking delicious.”

Alice shrugs a little. “Not terrible, الحمد الله. Haven’t tranced in like, a month?”

“That’s great,” murmurs Remus. “Did you get your meds adjusted?”

“Yeah, they’re better now, I’m less sleepy all the time. The weight gain’s a pain, but,” she pulls a face. “Every time I complain about it in front of my parents, I’m told that I should be grateful that they can even treat it, blah blah blah.”

Lily scoffs. “Spoken like a true Able.”

Alice makes a noise of agreement in her throat. “Anyway. How about you, Lils?”

Lily pulls a face, cramming the last of the pastry in to her mouth. “Had a bit of a flare last week. Also, J made his own ice cream – what a nerd, can you believe he makes his own? – and obviously, I couldn’t resist, and my UC did not appreciate that at all. But this week: so far, so good.”

“It’s only Monday,” Remus points out.

“And I am trying very hard to be positive. What’s gotten in to you, Mr Grumpy Guts?” Lily retorts.

Remus flushes a little guiltily (selfish, selfish, selfish). “Sorry… I’ve had this stomach ache for like four days, and everything hurts. I just – sorry.”

“Oh no, habibi, don’t do that,” Alice shakes her head, and Remus is momentarily distracted by the way her pink, glittery hijab sparkles under the warm, café lighting. “You’re absolutely allowed to be grumpy. Anyone would be.”

Lily nods in agreement. “We don’t have to apologise for our illnesses making us moody here, remember?” She stretches out a hand to Remus, and he smiles back at her, squeezing his fingers. “There’s something else the matter though,” she says, and her eyes narrow as she scrutinises him. “You look awful. And not in an I-can’t-stand-up-straight-and-shower-because-everything-hurts sort of way.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“She’s right,” chimes in Alice, and somewhere, beneath the pain in his gut, Remus feels the stirrings of panic, and even further below that, the churning shame-rejection-disappointment-sadness that he’s been suppressing for the last few days. “Uh oh, what’s that face?” She shuffles a little closer to him, laying a protective hand on his forearm. Remus takes a deep breath, staring down at his hot chocolate, and it trembles a little in his hands.

“I did something really fucking stupid.”

There’s a silence, and then Lily says – her voice low and urgent – “Remus, are we talking I’m hurting myself again kind of stupid, or I’m not taking my meds or – “

“No!” Remus says quickly, hating himself that these are even things that they have to worry about. “Nothing like that.” He feels Lily relax, and Alice lets out a barely-audible sigh, and the ball of self-loathing that wraps around his heart tightens a little more. “I… uh...” he runs a hand down his face, and whispers through his fingers, “I sort of kissed Sirius?”

“What?” Alice yelps, and Lily jolts, going rigid once more. “I have so many questions. When? Where? Sort of? What??”

Remus can’t meet their eyes, as he lowers his shaky hands, and begins twisting them anxiously, pinching at the skin on his wrist. “At the party thing. Last week.”

There’s another pause as they digest this. “Sort of?” Alice repeats. “What does that even mean?”

He lets out a sigh, feeling the guilt-shame-self-hatred writhing low in his belly, and a sharp pain twists through his stomach. (He deserved that, he deserves that and worse for fucking everything up. Sirius hasn’t texted or called in five days since it happened, and the thought of seeing him again makes him feel dizzy and nauseous with nerves… though there’s a smaller part of him that isn’t sure why he’s making this such a Big Deal – it’s not like he hasn’t kissed Sirius before; Sirius is affectionate, and they’ve been friends for long enough that this shouldn’t be causing such turmoil).

“We were kind of just… sitting next to each other, and then he squeezed my hand, and just… didn’t let go? And then I kissed his hand?” He goes to hide his face once more, but Alice catches his arm and holds it fast.

“You kissed his hand? What is this, the 1600s?”

Remus is burning – the pain in his stomach is a boiling, bubbling mess, the pain throughout his body sets his skin on fire, and now, the flush rises over his cheeks – hot, hot, hot with embarrassment.

“Lils, you’re being weirdly quiet,” Alice continues. “Any input?”

Lily has sat back in her chair, and is studying Remus, though not harshly. “This explains a lot,” she says eventually, and Remus’ already roiling stomach lurches.

“What do you mean?” he asks, a little too desperate and raw. “Has he said anything?”

“No,” Lily says carefully. “But he doesn’t have to. He’s been in a kind of… daze? J and I thought it was because of the new job – anxiety, you know? But this explains it.”

“Shit,” Remus murmurs. “Shit, shit, shit.” He draws his legs to his chest, curling up as small as his aching body will allow. (He wants to drop off the face of the planet, or sink in to a deep, dark hole, or fade entirely from existence-)

“Stop spiralling,” Lily says sharply. “It’s not a bad sort of daze. That’s why it didn’t add up. He’s… happy, I think?”

Remus looks at her disbelievingly. “Please don’t lie to me to make me feel better. Not about this-“

“Look,” Alice cuts in. “What did he say when you did it?”

Remus swallows and looks down. “Nothing… it was just silence and then I ran and I’ve ruined everything.” He buries his face in his knees, because he doesn’t have the courage to face either of them right now, and he especially doesn’t deserve their kindness.

“How have you ruined everything?” asks Lily calmly, and Remus snaps his head up incredulously.

“Are you kidding? Now he knows that I – that I – “

“Yes?” Alice says gently, when he tapers off.

“That I – hngh, never mind,” Remus can feel a lump in his throat, and the words are trapped beneath it, unable to escape. The burning sensations throughout his body have reached the backs of his eyes, but he refuses to cry – he will not cry. (This is why this is a Big Deal – this is what makes it different to any other time that Sirius has kissed him).

“Noooo, don’t do that.” Lily grabs his hand back, and strokes the back of it with her thumb reassuringly. “Go on.”

Remus wrenches his gaze to her face, and then feels an icy bucket of dread-horror-panic tip over him because she knew. The tears spill over his cheeks before he can stop them. “You knew,” he mumbles, “shit, shit, shit, is it that obvious?”

“Is what obvious?” persists Alice, taking his other hand.

“That I like Sirius!” Remus bursts out, and then shrinks in his seat as a couple of heads turn in his direction.

“Oh, praise the Lord!” Lily whispers, a smile splitting across her face.

“You finally admitted it!” Alice says, radiant with how wide she’s beaming.

Remus feels – overwhelmed. He’s horrified that this secret that he’s kept so close to his heart for so long was apparently blindingly obvious, he’s terrified by the implications of everyone knowing, he’s still a mess of guilt, shame, and embarrassment. The odd sense of relief at sharing this burden juxtaposes painfully with his utter panic that he’s shared this burden. It’s been his secret (or apparently not a secret, but still), and only his, for as long as he can remember – for weeks, months, years even, and a secret that’s outlasted every other crush he’s had on men, women, people just as kind, brave, smart, funny, gorgeous as Sirius.

(Except that there’s nobody quite like Sirius – not many people are capable of making Remus feel so good about himself just by being around them, not many people give him the confidence to feel like he can accomplish anything he puts his mind to – not many people make him feel like enough, just as he is. But Sirius does).

He doesn’t know what to do with this tidal wave of conflicting emotions, and he tries to suck in a shaky breath, to combat the tears that are trickling down his cheeks, but it’s like he’s lost all control.

“Shh shh shh, you’re alright,” Lily’s gentle voice cuts through his meltdown, and he’s startled to find that she’s moved directly in front of him, and is pulling him in to an embrace. He buries his face in to her shoulder – disoriented, but agonisingly aware that he needs to get a grip – and forces in a few calming breaths like his therapist has taught him. As Lily releases him, her face tense with concern, Alice presses a tissue in to fists that he didn’t realise were clenched.

“S-sorry,” he whispers, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, whilst still struggling with the whole even-breathing thing.

“We didn’t mean to push you,” Alice says, and Remus shakes his head a little too violently; it twinges sharply at the movement.

“It’s just been – a shitty week, and I’m loopy with the pain and – everything – I – argh,” Remus scrubs at his eyes, smearing the tears on his cheeks, and presses until he’s seeing stars. (Sirius is a star, his mind supplies unhelpfully, and he snaps his eyes open again). “I’m a fucking mess.”

“Yes,” says Lily, easing herself back in to her chair. “But we love you more than life itself. Now, we need to talk about this.”

“Whyyy?” Remus whines, hiding his face again, “I’m fine just burying my head in the sand and pretending it never happened.”

“I think we just saw that’s not true,” Alice says quietly.

“Agreed,” says Lily, “so. What’s so bad about Sirius knowing that you have Feelings for him?”

“Because nothing can ever happen and so it will make our friendship super weird – it’s already making our friendship weird, and-“

“Why can nothing ever happen?”

“Because he’s – everything,” Remus waves his hand, unable to explain quite what Sirius is – but knowing that Lily and Alice will understand anyway, because they adore Sirius just as much as he does. “And I’m-“ he gestures vaguely at himself, “this.”

Alice slaps his arm – gently, obviously, because she’s thoughtful and good and Remus loves her so much – and says sharply, “careful now. It sounded a lot like you were about to be down on yourself.”

Remus sighs, “I just mean that compared to him –“ Lily raises her eyebrows and Remus changes track sharply. “My life’s not going anywhere, and sometimes it feels like I have nothing going for me, and I know that’s not true, and I’m working on it, but I can’t help it, and – I just – Sirius deserves everything.”

When he finally looks up, he’s not entirely unsurprised to see Alice and Lily staring at him. What is surprising is the near unbearable sadness in their eyes.

Lily’s voice is heavy and a little tired, “one day, Remus, I swear to God, you will see yourself the way we all see you.”

“You deserve everything too,” Alice adds, the corners of her mouth tugging down uncharacteristically.

“Can we not?” Remus loves his friends – unquestionably, unshakeably; they are the best part of him, and he is frequently overwhelmed by the thought that these incredible, wonderful beings love him too. But sometimes it’s not a good overwhelming, and right now, he’s uncomfortable enough as it is, and any more of their unbounding affection, and he’s going to start crying again.

Lily makes a slightly frustrated noise, but lets it go, and Alice purses her lips a little. “Okay. So, ‘worst case scenario:’ Sirius knows that you have a crazy big crush on him. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Remus frowns, because Alice and Lily are two of the smartest, fiercest women he knows, but they’re asking the most inane questions. “He gets weirded out, our friendship is ruined, it splits the group and everyone sides with Sirius.”

“Habibi, never.” Alice looks aghast. “If you really think that we would all abandon you over something like this, then we’re failing you as friends.”

“You are just as important to us as Sirius,” Lily says firmly, and Remus screws his eyes shut. (He’s screwing this up, just like he’s screwed up his friendship with Sirius. He doesn’t want to talk about his shitty self-worth, he doesn’t want to have to explain to them all the reasons why Sirius will absolutely never reciprocate his feelings; all he wants is to curl up in bed with a hot-water bottle and feel sorry for himself).

He’s vaguely aware that Lily and Alice are silently communicating whilst his eyes are shut – probably in BSL, James paid for everybody to have classes the moment Peter joined their group – and he’s resigning himself to yet another pep talk about how loved he is, but –

“Okay, what if this is a classic example of your anxiety working everything up, and he doesn’t actually know, and everything stays the same?”

Remus opens his eyes in surprise. “That’d be the best solution,” he says, like it’s obvious, because that would be ideal, right? That’s what he wants, isn’t it?

There’s a pause, and Alice and Lily exchange another Look, and Remus realises he’s missing something significant. He sort of wants to ask what it is, but his stomach is hurting worse and worse by the second, this conversation is draining more and more of his energy – not a good sign considering he has work later.

“I promise we’ll drop this if you promise us that you’ll talk to him,” Lily says finally.

“Soon,” adds Alice.

The thought of hashing all this out with Sirius makes Remus’ anxiety spike, and his head spins a little even as he finds himself nodding in agreement. It seems to satisfy his friends for the time being though, because the conversation shifts to their jobs – Lily and Alice take lead of the conversation, whilst Remus leans back in the armchair, focusing on breathing through his nerves and massaging his stomach through the pain. (Neither do much to ease his suffering).

He loses track of time – it’s only Alice nudging him and reminding him that he needs to get going for work that forces him to his feet.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” he says, pulling his arms around himself, and his heart warm a little as the two of them scoff.

“We love you so much, sweetheart,” Lily murmurs before he leaves, and he nods, pecking her cheek, before turning to Alice.

“Don’t lose hope. Things will work out, إن شاء الله,” she presses a kiss to his other cheek, holds him tight in her embrace for a moment longer than necessary.

(His friends are the best things in his life; he will never stop being grateful to them, and he can only pray that this thing with Sirius isn’t about to fuck it all up, because it will tear him apart if it does).

It’s not a long shift – only four or so hours, but Tom tries to convince him twice to go home in that time – and every time he catches sight of his reflection in the pint glasses, he has to resist a shudder, because he’s all blotchy and clammy and a fucking mess. He has a minor moment of panic when his brain is too foggy to comprehend a customer’s order, but Tom rescues him (“if you won’t go home, lad, then you’re gonna at least take a fuckin’ break,” and Remus spends the entire fifteen minutes in the breakroom curled in a ball on the floor).

Closing finally – finally – arrives, the last of the regulars slope off, and Remus begins wiping down the tables and bar top, moving slowly to accommodate his aching everything. The soft music – usually obscured by the noise and bustle of the pub – drifts over the empty room, and he’s so fucking tired.

“Can I get a drink?”

“We’re closed,” says Remus automatically, before he tenses as he recognises the voice. Sirius is leaning across the bar with his playful smirk, and he looks – fantastic, of course he does. (And Remus is pale and sweating with how much pain he’s in, and the bags under his eyes are now taking up most of his face, he looks – dreadful, of course he does).

“Hey,” says Sirius, his smirk fading in to something a little more cautious, and his gaze flickers over Remus concernedly.

“Hi,” Remus says, because, in spite of Alice and Lily’s best efforts to prepare him for this moment, he doesn’t have a fucking clue what to do now that he’s actually face-to-face with Sirius.

Sirius clears his throat, clearly just as aware of the awkwardness as Remus. “How’ve you been? S’been a while.”

Remus grips the underside of the bar for support, feeling a little weak with panic. He knows Sirius is anxious too – he’s picking at his cuff with one hand, and he keeps adjusting his stance from one leg to another, and Remus doesn’t know what to say.

“Oh… uh, I mean, you know, busy…” he winces at his own excuses, looks down at the glasses he’s wiping dry, desperate for some sort of distraction. “How have you been?” He chances a glance back up at Sirius.

He’s frowning, studying Remus – taking in the way his hands are shaking slightly with the effort of putting the glasses away, at the way he’s cradling his stomach with his arm. He takes a breath, and meets Remus’ eyes squarely. “Not that great. Anxious as heck. Missed you,” he chuckles self-consciously.

Remus’ throat is dry and his stomach is churning, but if Sirius can be brave enough to be honest, then fuck it, so can he. He swallows, “I missed you too.”

“Then why didn’t you text? Or call, or something?” Sirius blurts, and the way his eyes widen shows that he didn’t mean to say that out loud. Remus sees Sirius’ fingers clench around his thigh – a sure-fire sign that he is Anxious - and his fingers itch with the urge to reach out and take it, to help in some way. But he can’t. He doesn’t have that right.

He can’t hold Sirius’ gaze any longer. He looks away, breathing through his own anxiety, and forces himself to be honest. “I think – I – uh, I made things weird between us, didn’t I?” His chest tightens painfully as he admits it out loud, hate-guilt-shame tearing through him.

“What makes you say that?” Sirius’ voice is careful and measured, and Remus wants to scream, because Sirius is actually going to make him say it – he can’t he can’t he can’t –

He can’t do it. Lying to Sirius makes him feel like the scum of the Earth – he is the scum of the Earth for even considering it, but what choice does he have? Lily and Alice were wrong – he doesn’t deserve Sirius, nobody deserves Sirius; Sirius is too good and amazing and wonderful, and Remus could never give him the life he deserves.

(This is for the best).

(Right?)

He keeps his voice as light as possible, forces a smile to his lips, which probably looks a little too-brittle, but he can always blame it on his fibro. What’s one more lie between them? “Not sure really… it’s not like we haven’t kissed before – I just, on the hand, it’s a bit weird, right?”

(His heart is doing something wrong and painful – a different kind of pain to the pain shooting up and down his body, but no less real. This pain is buried deep, a sort of tearing in his chest, like someone is actually trying to rip his heart out and squeeze the bloody tatters out through his ribcage).

(This is how his heart breaks).

There’s a pause. It’s tense and wrong and overwhelmingly bad. And then –

Sirius laughs, only it’s wrong, there’s something wrong – Sirius’ laugh should be delighted and joyful and loud and this, this is none of those things; it’s forced and uncomfortable and a little awkward, and Remus’ heart aches a little, because he doesn’t know how to fix this. He’s fucked up, he’s ruined everything, he’s in so much fucking pain and he’s fucking exhausted and he can’t – he just can’t.

The sob rises in his throat, even as Sirius is choosing his reply. “A little, I guess. But that’s no reason to go all AWOL on me, okay?”

Remus ducks his head to hide the tears forming on his lashes, and nods. “Sorry – I won’t do it again.”

“Please don’t.” Sirius’ voice is too soft and tender and full of something that Remus can’t place – the sincerity though nearly breaks his resolve to not tell Sirius everything, and he bites down his lip hard enough to taste copper to stop himself from spilling it all.

He nods again, not trusting his voice, and takes a few deep breaths, licking at his lips where they’re oozing blood.

“Are you nearly done here?” Sirius asks, and the change of subject is both relieving and distressing.

“Gotta finish with the sweeping,” Remus mumbles to the floor, and the thought of that much movement makes him want to give in to the tears completely and just sob on the floor.

Sirius claps his hands. “Go sit. I’ll sweep.”

He’s already marching towards the cleaning cupboard by the time Remus is stumbling for a reply. “No – I can – you shouldn’t-“

Sirius is back, broom and dustpan in hand, and he presses his spare palm against Remus cheek gently. “Remus. You look like shit. You’re obviously in pain. Please, for the love of God, humour me and go sit down.”

Remus wants to argue. He really intends to, except he finds himself wandering in a zombie-like state towards the soft sofa seats, and watching through half-open eyes as Sirius makes short work of the sweeping. (Another reason he doesn’t deserve Sirius).

A shadow falls in front of his face, and then there are warm hands in his, helping him to his feet. He staggers a little, and an arm slides around his waist, supporting him until he’s steadier. “I’ll walk you home,” Sirius says quietly, and it’s not a question, but Remus still nods his assent, too tired to argue with him.

The walk back (and Remus insists on a walk, because he absolutely cannot spare the cash for a taxi, and Sirius had already done too much for him this evening) is a sign of how strong their friendship is – it’s quietly pleasant, comfortable, in spite of the recent tension, everything is exactly as it should be. And yet, something has changed between them, Remus is sure of it – there’s something different behind Sirius’ eyes, something more in his smile, and Remus desperately wishes he could place exactly what it is, if only he weren’t so bloody tired. Sirius keeps up a stream of only-slightly-nervous-chatter, and Remus lets it wash over him, too focused on his own pain and self-loathing and guilt to really focus on what he’s saying. (Ironically, the thought of his self-absorption only adds to his self-loathing and guilt, and he knows vaguely that this is going to spiral, that he is Not Okay).

(He misses the way Sirius’ smile is a little sad, his eyes a little disappointed, as they say their good nights in front of Remus’ apartment block. He has no way of knowing that the second he disappears through the door, Sirius is on the phone to James – “Prongs, I thought you said he felt the same, I don’t understand, I thought – I hoped –“. He’s busy crashing fully-clothed in to bed, the guilt and the pain and the shame digging their claws tightly in to his body, and pulling him away from a restful sleep).

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