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Brother Trouble

Author: @eiramrelyat

Prompt: Autumn meet! funny everlark with smut pls🥺 [Submitted by anonymous]

Rating: E

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @mandelion82 for helping me bring some funny moments into this drabble. Thank you @jroseley for proofreading and helping me add the final touches. And finally, thank you anon for the prompt, and I hope I have delivered with the smut. Enjoy!

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Katniss had never intended for it to go as long as it did.

It was only supposed to be one drunken mistake during the Odairs’ New Year’s party.

Peeta was her brother’s best friend, and somewhere through the haze of lust, she knew it was wrong. Like she was somehow crossing an invisible boundary. Not to mention that he generally acted like she was nothing more than Gale’s annoying little sister.

He’d always give her the cold shoulder when she’d walk into the room. She never knew why. Katniss had been nothing short of decent to him since they met. And it usually never bothered her, knowing that people didn’t like her. But it annoyed Katniss that Peeta didn’t have a reason for disliking her, other than her simply being in his presence. And definitely, more than it should. They even got into an argument about it once⎯ an argument she started out of pure frustration.

After what seemed like months of bickering and trying to figure him out, she finally gave up and resolved that they’ll never be decent to each other.

How wrong she’d been.

The second time they had sex happened after one too many glasses of wine as they protested Valentine’s Day together. They were in her apartment watching corny romance movies, of all things. One minute led to another until they were a sweaty heap in the middle of the living room floor. She told herself it wouldn’t happen again after that.

But she broke her word after Finnick’s birthday party in April.

There were plenty of single guys from the fire station to choose from that evening, yet she’d somehow found herself in Peeta’s bed by the end of the night. Letting him whisper filthy things into her ear as he brought her over the edge three times.

When it happened again during the summer, she had developed a bit of a crush on Peeta. They were also sober this time, so she should have attempted to hold back her urges. But she didn’t. In fact, she made the first move by climbing into his lap on the couch in her living room.

He had frozen briefly, for every encounter before that moment never happened on purpose. Katniss remembered her heart felt like it would race out of her chest, but she was determined and dipped her head down to capture his lips with hers. Then, without question, he had picked her up and carried her to her room.

After that night, they couldn’t stop. Every time they were alone, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

Then, there was the issue with Gale.

Although he wasn’t entirely clueless, he noticed that Katniss and Peeta no longer fought when they were in the same room. And then there was that time Gale caught Peeta flirting with Katniss during a summer barbeque. Katniss feared what Gale might do to Peeta if she left the room since he tended to be… irrational at times. Like that time Cato Smith pretended he was going to kiss her in the seventh grade, and Gale popped his bike tires. Cato had to walk eight blocks home that day.

So she quickly tried to distract Gale with⎯ something.

Sports, maybe? Whatever she did, she knew she saved Peeta from suffering an unfortunate fate.

She hated keeping Gale in the dark, but it also annoyed her because they were all adults. She could see whoever she pleased without her brother’s permission. Still, she knew it wouldn’t go over so smoothly in Peeta’s case.

Therefore, she chose the farthest seat from Peeta during Gale and Madge’s rehearsal dinner. She didn’t want Gale to grow any more suspicious than he already was. Unfortunately for her, this left her sitting next to Gale’s slimy friend, Marvel.

Madge had insisted that she wear a dress, and Katniss regretted it for several reasons. One, they were nearing the end of autumn⎯ the high for the day barely capping thirty-five degrees. Second, Marvel’s heavy stare down the front of her dress had her skin crawling all through dinner.

What a creep.

Meanwhile, Peeta sat next to Madge’s cousin across the room. A beautiful model, no less. Cathy? No. Cashmere?

Katniss always prided herself on never being the jealous type. Still, it set her teeth on edge as she watched the perky blonde continuously place her perfectly manicured hand on Peeta’s arm. Apparently, the well-trimmed dark suit attracted more than Katniss’s attention. And Peeta entertained the woman by leaning over to whisper something in her ear. When a twinkling laugh followed, Katniss tried to not let her annoyance show. Though, she might have stabbed into her chicken more aggressively than necessary.

Honestly, she had no reason to be jealous. They’d never talked about the exclusivity of their… arrangement, so Peeta could flirt with whoever he pleased.

Still, it bothered her, and she had her crush to blame.

Peeta looked up, then, and caught her staring, one of his eyebrows arched in amusement. Red-faced, Katniss glanced away from him and turned toward Annie. She needed some fresh air and an escape from Marvel. If she sat there any longer, she’d surely pour the rest of her wine into his lap. “If the server comes back, can you tell him I want cheesecake? I’m going to run to the bathroom.”

Annie smiled and nodded. “Yeah, okay. Try not to get lost along the way.” Then, as Katniss pushed in her chair, she added with a smirk, “but I’m sure a certain firefighter wouldn’t be opposed to saving you.” Annie was one of the few that knew about her and Peeta.

Katniss rolled her eyes, her face growing warmer, and turned to weave through the banquet tables toward the venue hall entrance. She had no clue where to go once she was in the giant building’s entryway, and she ended up wandering through the halls until she could find a restroom.

It was a beautiful venue nestled in the middle of a vast apple orchard. The manor was originally built by a couple from France and showcased a variety of chateau-esque architecture. From the conical roofs to the pilasters and the motifs delicately etched into the ceilings and walls. It perfectly fits Madge’s princess-style wedding.

After what seemed like the sixth hallway, she finally found the restrooms near an empty conference room. She reached for the door handle but jumped as a hand wrapped around her wrist. Katniss frowned when she turned around to find Peeta scoping the hallway.

“Peeta? What are you-”

“Shh.” He pulled her away from the restrooms and led Katniss toward another door in an alcove at the end of the hall. Peeta opened it. “In here.” He ushered her inside the small coat closet and shut and locked the door behind her.

Katniss huffed, crossing her arms over her chest while Peeta tested the door handle. She could faintly smell perfume (Cashmere’s most likely) on his jacket, which brought back her annoyance from earlier. “Would you mind telling me why we’re hiding in a closet?”

When he decided that the door was secure, he faced her. “Because I needed to do this.” Before she had time to ask any more questions, Peeta cupped her face between his hands and kissed her. She squeaked in surprise, but Peeta swallowed the sound with eager kisses.

While his hands roamed down her sides to grip her backside, his tongue dipped into her mouth to run across the roof and over her teeth. A low moan escaped her, and Peeta followed it with a groan, his hands pulling her tighter against him. They were so close that Katniss could feel the heat from his body bleeding through the front of her dress.

She trembled with the sudden rush of warmth that flared in her pelvis and reached up to grip the front of his suit jacket to steady herself. But a rustling outside the door brought her back to the present, and she pulled away, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

The idea that they could be caught at any moment had alarms going off in her head, warning her they should stop.

She tilted her head back against the wall as Peeta’s mouth mapped a wet trail down the side of her neck. “Peeta. We shouldn’t-”

Katniss’s voice broke off with a breathy gasp as he pressed his thigh between her legs. Her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head, and her fingers tightened in his jacket. His trousers were rough against the front of her underwear, creating friction she didn’t realize she needed.

“I couldn’t stand the way Marvel was staring at you,” he growled into her skin. His breath, harsh and hot against the side of her neck, made her head spin. Then his teeth grazed at her pulse, causing her hips to twitch involuntarily against the bulging tent in his trousers. “Katniss,” he breathed, resting his forehead upon her collarbone. “And when I saw him stand up after you left, I had to…” Peeta trailed off, not finishing his sentence.

Wait. He was… jealous? For some reason, the idea made her stomach do a somersault.

She gently pushed at his shoulders, forcing him to look up at her. “Did you think Marvel and I left to fool around?” When he didn’t answer right away, she continued. “You know I can’t stand him, right?”

His lipstick-stained lips quirked up into a very brief smile. “I guess I made an ass out of myself."

Katniss shrugged one shoulder. “It’s okay, I’m just slightly repulsed that you think I’d hook up with Marvel of all people.”

He chuckled and pulled away from her, then placed his hands respectively at her waist. "We can go back to dinner if you want? You should go first, though. I- uh,” he cleared his throat, reaching down to adjust himself, “I need a minute.”

Katniss debated this for a second. Talking about Marvel had dampened the mood, but thinking about Peeta masturbating alone in this closet… the thought stirred something inside her. Surely they hadn’t been gone that long, so what were a few extra minutes going to hurt?

Instead of leaving as she should have, Katniss tugged on his tie and pulled him down to press her lips to his. Peeta groaned softly as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, and he slanted his mouth over hers to deepen the kiss.

He brought his right hand up to tangle in her hair at the nape of her neck, loosening the low bun that Madge spent an hour to create. But she didn’t care. Not at the moment, anyway. She was too aware of his other hand playing with one of the narrow straps of her dress.

Slowly, he pushed it down her shoulder until it fell softly against her elbow and exposed her left breast. She moaned as his thumb ran across her pebbled nipple. Once. Twice. Each time sending a shiver down her spine. Then he finally palmed her breast with his warm hand, and Peeta’s name fell off of her tongue in a desperate plea for more.

He smiled against her lips. “You have to be quiet,” he whispered before dipping his head down to take the pert nipple into his mouth. She muffled her cry against the back of her hand, while the other found purchase in his short curls. He let out soft, pleased sounds from the back of his throat as Katniss tugged and smoothed her fingers through his hair.

Peeta pushed the rest of her dress out of the way and moved to give her other breast equal attention, alternating between teeth, lips, and tongue. Katniss started to squirm, shifting her hips in search of relief⎯ as much as she wanted Peeta to continue his attention to her chest, she needed… more.

Her hand slithered between their bodies to cup him through his trousers. He jerked at her touch and released her nipple from his mouth with a hiss.

“Shit."

He growled her name, the sound sending a pulse of heat straight between her legs, then he covered her mouth with his. The kiss felt more urgent this time, more teeth than tongue, and his hips steadily ground into the palm of her hand. Katniss’s eyes fluttered closed as he continued to grope her breasts, his fingers rubbing and tugging at the sound of her gasps.

Slowly, the closet filled with their heated breaths, the smell of arousal, and Peeta’s intoxicating cologne. It almost made her light-headed.

Her hands moved to make quick work of the buckle on his belt and pulled him out of his boxers. Then Peeta picked her up and pinned her against the wall behind her. Her legs wrapped around his waist while she gripped his broad shoulders to hold on, but she practically arched out of his grasp as his hands carded over the tops of her thighs. Finger traveling higher and higher, pushing her short black cocktail dress up until it bunched in a silky pile at her waist.

Peeta’s knuckles pressed over the embarrassingly wet front of her underwear, the fabric stimulating her clit deliciously. He groaned against her mouth. "Fuck, Katniss, you’re so wet.”

“Peeta, please.” She tried to keep her voice down. But she assumed whoever was near the door earlier had already heard their shuffling from inside the closet.

He reached in his back pocket for what she assumed was a condom, the sound of the foil packet being ripped, filling the closet seconds later. She watched between them in anticipation as he rolled the prophylactic down his thick length. He brushed the crotch of her underwear away with his thumb before he lined himself at her entrance.

Katniss’s head smacked against the wall with a resounding thud as he pushed into her slowly, inch by inch. Once he was fully seated inside her, they groaned simultaneously, neither of them being as quiet as they should be. At this angle, she felt full, stretched to the point of it almost being uncomfortable. But she rolled her hips in his hands with a gasp, trying to accommodate him. It’s only been a couple of weeks since they’ve last had sex, though, at that moment, it felt like months.

Peeta began to move, pulling out slowly, almost entirely, and pushing into her again. He did this two more times, then he slammed his hips into hers so suddenly that one of her heels fell off her foot and clattered to the carpeted floor. She had to bury the moan that followed into his neck.

Grunts and sighs filled the space of the closet, along with the repeated slapping sound of skin on skin. Peeta nipped and kissed a path from her shoulder up to her ear, taking her earlobe into his mouth. “God, you feel amazing,” he said thickly, and her body clenched around his cock in response, her fingers digging into his jacket.

She could feel the heat in her stomach coiling, tighter and tighter⎯ a heat that consumed her with every press of his body into hers. Her arms and thighs trembled with the effort to stay in rhythm. And she doesn’t know how to voice this, the words coming out in an incoherent jumble. “Peeta- need-” she whimpered when Peeta tilted his hips at the right angle that made him grind against her clit with every thrust. “Yes!”

He stopped, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth, his dark blue eyes watching her in a mix of amusement and desire. She panted against the back of his knuckles as an unexpected shiver of excitement traveled up her spine. Her eyelashes fluttered against the top of his hand, silently begging him to continue.

His thumb smoothed over her chin, then he snapped into her at a brutalizing pace. She was immediately thankful for his hand on her mouth as it started to become impossible to hold back her cries.

It only took several more thrusts before the heat in her core unfurled, filling her with warmth. Her walls contracted around his cock as she came; soft, muffled moans rolling off of her tongue. Peeta grunted, his frenzied thrusts faltering as her body spasmed around him. A few moments later, his brows drew together, the tell-tale sign that he was about to come.

Out of the influence of her blissful high, Katniss tilted her head and took Peeta’s thumb into her mouth. He watched her with hooded eyes, his lip curling, then she flicked her tongue against his skin. That was what undid him.

His thrusts slowed, becoming unmeasured. “Fuck,” he grunted, and she felt him pulse inside her as he emptied into the condom. After a minute, he released a satisfied sigh, his warm breath blowing across her sweaty face, then he lowered his hand from her mouth. They slumped against the wall, panting, while Peeta supported all of their weight.

Peeta, still catching his breath, pushed a loose strand from her now destroyed bun out of her face, giving her that crooked smile that made her knees weak. “I think people might have noticed our absence by now.” She laughed tiredly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and they froze. Then the person jiggled the handle. “Whoever the hell is in there, I need my jacket,” her uncle Haymitch said from the other side of the door.

Katniss’s face burned in mortification, and she hid it in Peeta’s suit jacket.

“One moment!” Peeta called out.

“For God’s sake, you better not have ruined my coat, boy,” Haymitch said before they heard him walk away.

She lifted her head, glancing over at the door. “I don’t think I’ll be able to look him in the face again.”

Peeta chuckled. “At least it was only your uncle. It could have been worse.” His words were like a bucket of ice-cold water. God, Gale could have been the one to catch them. How long have they been gone?

Katniss cleared her throat. “Uh, maybe we should go back.”

He sighed. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” When he pulled out of her, a hollowness ensued, then he helped her back to her feet. As Peeta wrapped the used condom in a piece of tissue from his pocket, Katniss tried to straighten out her dress and put her one shoe back on.

They looked like… well, like they’d been thoroughly satisfied. Peeta’s shirt had some new wrinkles in it; his once neatly gelled hair now an unruly mess against his forehead. Not that hers probably looked any better. And she was pretty sure she lost an ivory button from the back of her dress.

After finding the missing button on the floor, she reached for the door, but Peeta stopped her by holding her elbow. She turned to look up at him.

He smiled demurely. “My place, tonight?”

She bobbed her head, incapable of telling him no. “Okay,” she told him softly, then opened the door. Sure enough, Haymitch was on the other side, a glare cemented on his face.

“Well, it’s about time! I thought you two got lost in there.”

Katniss covered her flushed face with her hand and bee-lined it toward the women’s bathroom. She really hoped her uncle knew how to keep his mouth shut… However, luck was not on her side that night. Because as she was about to walk into the restrooms, there, near the empty conference room, stood her slack-jawed brother⎯ his eyes watching the closet she and Peeta just exited from.

Well shit.

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kiarcheo · 3 years

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Meowsunderstandings 3/3

‘I still don’t like this,’ Anne gripes as she watches Kat gathering her jacket and purse, a nervous Cathy waiting by the door.

‘And we still don’t care,’ Catalina retorts from the corner of her mouth, before smiling at the younger girls. ‘Have fun on your first official date.’

Some folks on the server asked for a third part and I caved. Hope you like it.

Part 1 Part 2 OR can read on ao3 here

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‘You won’t believe what–’ Catalina proclaims loudly as she enters the house.

‘Won’t believe what?’ Anne asks.

‘I was talking to Kat.’

‘What about me? You're my girlfriend.’

‘Where was I when you asked? And she is my Kat.’

Said girl is curled up on the couch, head in her cousin’s lap, content expression on her face at having her head scratched.

‘Oh,’ Catalina breaths out, ‘I see it now.’

‘See what? Also what do you mean where you were? Why am I the one supposed to ask?’ Anne dislodges Kat as she gets fired up. The younger girl lets out a whine. ‘Sorry Kitty.’ Anne goes back to petting her. ‘You said you only sleep with people you are dating. We sleep together so we’re dating.’

Kat rolls off the couch with a groan. ‘Do you really need to discuss this when I’m here?’

‘Sorry, Kat,’ Catalina apologises, ‘blame your cousin.’

‘Hey!’

Catalina ignores Anne’s protest and fishes her wallet out from her purse. ‘Why don’t you go out and do something with Cathy? I just left her and she told me she is free all afternoon.’ She hands Kat some money.

Kat looks between the notes and Catalina. ‘You do know I have a job, right?’

‘Just take them. Make me feel better about kicking you out from your own place. Again.’

Kat sighs. ‘I wish that for once you’d have your “discussions” at Anne’s.’

‘Hey.’

Cathy raises her eyes from her laptop. ‘Kat!’ she beams at her. ‘What are you doing here? I thought you had plans with Anne.’

‘Catalina told me you’d be here.’

‘Oh?’ Cathy’s smile freezes. ‘What did she say?’

She knows she didn’t manage to come across as nonchalant when Kat frowns. ‘I don’t want to bother you.’

‘No, no,’ Cathy splutters hastily, ‘you know I’m always happy to see you, I was just...curious.’

‘If you are sure...’

Cathy pushes a chair away from the table with her foot in a wordless invitation. ‘Yes, I am.’

‘By the way, she just suggested for us to do something together,’ Kat says sitting down. ‘She and Anne had to discuss some stuff.’

‘What is it this time?’ Cathy is quite sure she had never met a couple that bickers as much as they do.

‘Whether sleeping together automatically makes them girlfriends or not.’

‘Let me guess...Anne thinks yes and Lina thinks no.’

‘Bingo. But we all know how their discussions end so I had to vacate the house to avoid being scarred.’ Kat shivers at the thought. ‘But anyway, she said you’d be free and perhaps we could do something...she even gave me money.’ She stops to think about it. ‘I wonder if that’s how it feels to have a parent.’

‘Look what they got us!’

‘Us?’ Catalina eyes the kitten currently in Anne’s arms, eyebrow raised. ‘As far as I know you don’t live here and your studio doesn’t allow pets.’

'We got her for you,’ Jane tells her.

‘But we can take care of her together!’

‘We already have a Kat to take care of,’ Catalina reminds her.

‘Yes! Me!’ Kat pipes up from her spot in the sunlight, twisted into a frankly painful-looking position.

Jane tilts her head. ‘How are you comfortable like that?’

‘She is flexible like that,’ Anne comments, before glaring at them. ‘Minds out of the gutter.’

‘Too late,’ Anna mutters nudging Cathy.

‘Her name is Catherine,’ Jane informs Catalina.

‘Are you kidding me?’

‘Nope.’ Jane hands her a certificate. Indeed CATherine is written there.

‘That’s going to be confusing.’

‘You tell me,’ Cathy mumbles.

‘You can’t change her name. Wouldn’t want her to have an identity crisis, would you?’ Jane insists.

Suspicious, Catalina looks at her friend. Then at the others. Anna is avoiding her eyes. Cathy is staring at Kat, of course. Anne is cooing at the kitten in her arms.

‘Fine by me.’

She doesn’t know what game they are playing, but she will play anyway. And win.

‘How are things at home?’ Jane hasn’t heard anything about how CATherine is settling, and she is curious.

‘I left the cats having a deep conversation.’

‘What?’

Catalina’s words get the other two girls’ attention too. She quickly taps on her phone and then turns the screen towards them, starting a video.

Kat is lying on her belly, CATherine in front of her.

‘I just want to make some things clear. I’m the first Kat of the house, okay?’

They stare at each other in silence, until she snaps her fingers in front of the cat. ‘Meow if you understand that.’

The animal headbutts her hand.

‘Is that a yes?’

‘Can you send it to Cathy?’ Anna asks as the video ends. ‘What? You want it, right?’

‘Well, yes, but,’ Cathy, who had hit her on the arm, stammers.

‘Were you going to ask for it?’

‘No?’

‘Exactly.’

Catalina gives Anna an appreciative look. Seems like she isn’t the only one working on the matter.

‘Anne, stop stealing Kat’s food,’ Catalina rubs her temple.

‘Eww.’

‘What? She is not going to miss one or two grapes.’

‘And a whole chocolate bar.’

‘Isn’t that bad for Cat?’ Anna doesn’t know a lot about cats, but she knows it’s bad for dogs.

‘See, she agrees, I’m doing it for your own good!’

‘Wait. Which Cat are we talking about? Kat or Cat!Cat?’

‘Do you really think I would eat cat food? You know what? I don’t think I want to know the answer.’

Jane is on the phone with Catalina when she hears a crash. ‘Everything alright?’

‘Cat is high, misjudged the distance, fell off the couch and took the lamp on the side table with her,’ Catalina tiredly informs her. ‘It has been like this all afternoon.’

‘Oh?’

‘Anne had the brilliant idea to get catnip so now I got a hyper cat. And a useless housemate who is just filming it rather than help!’ she adds pointedly.

‘Come on, Cata! It’s hilarious!’

‘Oh, that Cat.’

‘I think we made a mistake,’ Jane whispers leaning over Anna.

‘What? Why?’

‘Can you tell when Catalina is talking about Kat...and when she is talking about CATherine the cat? I’ve tried to get her to use Cat the cat but apparently it doesn’t flow.’

Jane suspects that her friend knows exactly what she is doing, but she can’t complain too much when she was the first one who tried to mess with her getting her a cat named CATherine…to share with a girl named Katherine and nicknamed Kat.

‘KatKat,’ Catalina calls.

‘What if human Kat is Kat and CATherine the Cat is cat!Cat?’ Anna proposes, before chuckling at her friend. ‘Lina, I think she is ignoring you,’ she tells her, as the pet doesn’t even spare her owner a look.

‘What’s up?’ Kat pops her head into the room.

Jane turns to her girlfriend as Catalina talks with Kat about whatever she had called her for. ‘You were saying?’

‘What are you looking for?’

Cathy jumps at the voice and then at how close Kat is when she turns her head to look at her.

‘Cata asked me to give you a hand.’

‘She asked me to get a new sponge, but I can’t find it.’ Cathy shares with her, eyes back to roving through the shelves of the pantry.

‘We don’t keep those here.’ Kat frowns. They are with the other cleaning supplies. ‘Why would–’ As she tries to turn the handle, she encounters resistance. ‘Catalina!’

‘Cathy needs to tell you something,’ is the reply.

Kat turns to face her, curious expression on her face.

‘I,’ Cathy’s eyes dart around, ‘I thought you were a cat,’ she then blurts out.

‘What?’

‘What??’ Catalina echoes Kat from the other side of the door.

‘Look, I can explain, it made sense, and I was not the only one, it was Catalina’s fault actually–’

‘As in...animal cat,’ Kat interrupts Cathy's rambling.

‘Yes?’ Cathy hesitantly confirms with a wince. ‘Are you upset? Say something please?’

‘It explains a lot of things,’ Kat finally says.

‘It does?’

‘Is that why you got Cata CATherine? The actual cat?’

‘That was not my idea.’ Cathy wants Kat to know that.

They then hear Anne’s voice. ‘What was that?’

‘Nothing!’

Catalina is not very convincing as few seconds later Anne wrenches the door open.

‘What is this?’ she asks glaring at Cathy, realising the close proximity to her cousin.

‘Ask your girlfriend, she locked us in.’

Cathy can guess what Lina was trying to do, or trying to get her to do, but she isn’t going to admit that to Anne. Not when Kat doesn’t know...and not when Anne is already glowering at her like that.

A scowl now directed at Lina, who however appears unfazed, merely grumbling, ‘You are all useless.’

‘What did I do?’ Kat pouts, slinking out of the pantry.

‘Nothing, you're perfect.’ Catalina smiles at her.

‘I didn’t do anything,’ Anne points out.

‘Exactly.’

‘And you locked me in a closet?’ Cathy feels the need to remind her friend.

‘It had been a long time since I had to come out of a closet,’ Kat chuckles.

‘Since you changed your major to Joan?’

‘Stop it!’ Anne snaps at her girlfriend. ‘If I never hear that again, it will be too soon.’

‘Who is Joan?’ Cathy is not jealous. She is not.

‘Kat’s first crush.’

‘Changing my major is a song from a musical. And she was my first girlfriend,’ she corrects her cousin. ‘She used to play in a band with Anne’s best friend.’

‘She doesn’t anymore?’

‘No. But thankfully not because Anne broke her fingers like she wanted to,’ Kat sends her a reproachful look.

‘She should have respected the code.’ Anne shrugs, no trace of guilt.

‘The code?’ Cathy isn’t sure she wants to know the answer.

‘Kat is off-limits.’

‘I’m not,’ Kat counteracts, ‘and stop scaring her, or she’ll never ask me out.’

‘What?’

‘You know?’ Catalina and Cathy then ask at the same time.

‘I...hoped?’ Kat smiles at Cathy gingerly.

‘You hoped I would ask you out?’ There is disbelief in Cathy’s voice, as she peers at her crush.

‘I don’t sleep with just anyone, you know? Anne and Cata, but they are family.’

‘I don’t like this.’

‘Nobody cares, Anne.’

‘I still don’t like this,’ Anne gripes as she watches Kat gathering her jacket and purse, a nervous Cathy waiting by the door.

‘And we still don’t care,’ Catalina retorts from the corner of her mouth, before smiling at the younger girls. ‘Have fun on your first official date.’

‘Not too much! And I want her home by ten!’

‘Ignore her.’

‘I’m serious!’ Anne insists.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll keep her busy.’

‘Thank you but also ew.’

Catalina laughs at Kat. ‘I so look forward to teasing you two!’

‘Absolutely not! And certainly not on a first date!’

‘If we live by your words, we slept together already, so we are girlfriends–’

Cathy isn’t sure what possessed her but the last thing she sees as Kat grabs her hand and starts to walk away is Catalina holding Anne back and using a foot to close the door.

‘She is going to kill me, isn’t she?’

‘Don't worry, I'll protect you,’ Kat squeezes her hand, ‘I can take her.’

Cathy has no doubt about it. As if she could ever forget the first time she had met Kat. What worries her is when Kat won’t be there...so she sets out to avoid being alone with Anne.

Which she manages to do successfully until one night out, when she finds herself sitting in a booth, boxed in between Jane and Anna. Kat and Catalina are nowhere to be seen when Anne plops down on the opposite bench, gleeful glint in her eyes as she plants her elbows on the table, folds her hands and rests her chin on them.

'Well, well, well, the day of reckoning finally arrived.’

‘What? What's going on?’ Jane looks from Cathy to Anne and back.

‘It’s been weeks, why don’t you let it go?’

‘Let it go? Let it go? Never! You, you...Katnapper!’

‘What do you have against kips?’

Cathy knows what she means though. ‘Does it count if she is willing?’ Probably not a good idea to antagonise an already-worked-up Anne, but she can’t help herself (and the drinks she already had don’t help her either).

‘You defile my Kat and-’

‘Not.’

Anne stops, taken aback. ‘Not?’

‘Not your business.’

‘Kat is my business.’

‘I’m not going to talk about it with you. If Kat wants to share, she will.’

Cathy stands firm despite the glare and Anne finds herself half-annoyed and half-impressed.

‘We are talking about human Katherine, right?’

Before Cathy can say anything to Jane (which would have been a sound WTF), Kat skids to a stop by their booth, breathless.

‘Skedaddle!’

‘What?’

‘We need to go. Now,’ Catalina says, already pulling Kat towards the exit.

‘What happened?’

‘Cata kneeled a guy so we had to beat it.’

‘She did what?’

‘To be precise, she tapped him on his shoulder, waited for him to turn around, kneeled him in the groin, told him “she said no, capullo” and then we skedaddled.’

Anne turns to Catalina after Kat’s explanation. ‘No more making fun of me, then.’

‘I was not banned.’

‘Because you ran.’

‘Because I’m smart.’

‘Are you saying I’m stupid?’

‘You okay?’ Cathy asks while the bickering carries on.

‘Yeah.’ Kat shrugs. ‘It’s never nice, but I know I can always count on Anne and Cata–’

‘And me. I might be tiny but I’m fierce.’

‘You’re a cutie, that’s what you are.’ Kat cups her cheeks and pecks her on the lips. ‘But thank you.’ She kisses her again.

‘What is this?!? What are you doing?’

Kat sighs at her cousin’s interruption, leaning her forehead against Cathy’s. Then she straightens up, sliding an arm around the shorter girl. ‘Kissing my girlfriend? To thank her?’

‘She didn’t even do anything!’ Anne protests. ‘It was all Catalina!’

‘I can kiss your girlfriend to thank her then.’

‘What? No!’

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mega-knight-of-breath · 3 years

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Injuries, Part 1

A story @oratonom and I made on the discord server.

S!Cathy (referred to as Parr) makes a horrible mistake. Anne learns that scaring people in the kitchen is probably a terrible idea

Trigger warnings of blood, injury, and panic. If I forget any, please alert me.

Parr didn’t mean it. She really really didn’t mean it. The final swapped queen was nervous enough around sharp objects, and she was just trying to cut an apple...

Anne thought she was the only one home until she noticed Parr in the kitchen and got a mischievous idea. She snuck up behind the swapped queen and grabbed her waist, “BOO!”

Parr tensed and whirled around in fear at the disturbance, panic swirled in her gut as she instantly forgot where and when she was. She struck with the knife before she could think to see who had her and immediately felt Anne’s blood staining her hands. The green queen covered her now bleeding throat while blue dropped her weapon in horror.

Parr knelt down when Anne was on the floor, “I- A-Anne?” The second queen didn’t respond, she had a far away look in her eyes. Parr fumbled with her phone and called the first person that came to mind.

“Who the hell is-”

“Kit! I-I did something really, really bad!” Parr was paced the kitchen, keeping an eye on the heavily bleeding Anne.

Skittles sounded very seriously suddenly, “Put the corpse on ice, I’m on my way.”

“What?!” Parr frowned in confusion.

“What?”

“I-no- I-”

“Parr, breathe and tell me what happened.”

Parr just sobbed into the receiver. How could she have done this? No wonder Skittles hated her, she was a terrible person! What if she had killed Anne? She could hear Howard on the other end walking quickly, Skittles would be back soon she knew it. So, she hung up. She paced the kitchen, keeping an eye on the still struggling Anne who was clutching her bleeding throat for dear life.

Skittles was in the kitchen before she knew it, Parr had no clue how much time had passed. Her heart dropped seeing the normally stoic woman’s jaw dropped. Skittles ignored her and knelt by Anne, grabbing at her hands, only to get kicked away by the injured woman, “Calm the fuck down, I need to check it!”

Anne coughed and Parr shuddered in horror seeing a bit of blood coming past her lips, “Non! Ne me prends pas!”

Skittles made an unhappy sound before digging out her phone and almost instantly making a call. “Parr, look at me,” Parr stared at Anne’s lips in fear, “Parr!” She had done this. This was her fault, “Catherine!” She finally looked at Skittles to see the woman staring at her seriously, “She’s going to be fine! But, I need you to leave the room. The blood isn’t good for-”

“Hello? Howard?” she was cut off my her speaker phone, “Is everything alright?”

“Catalina, I need help,” Skittles snapped at the phone, her own panic evident in her tone.

“Howard, I need you to breathe,” she waited a moment, “What’s going on?”

“I AM BREATHING!” The youngest swapped queen snapped before taking a deep breath and speaking surprisingly calmly, “Anne is bleeding badly and I need you to make her let me look at it.”

Parr left after that... she could feel the world going dark around her and she laid on the couch, feeling the knowledge that she had almost certainly killed her friend sink itself into her psche.

#swapped au #catherine parr #anne boleyn #katherine howard #catherine of aragon #this is garbage #not really #that's just my writing tag at this point

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First Date

I was a little behind schedule and was starting to get frantic... although I suspect it was as much about seeing him again as it was about work. Then there was the meeting I'd had with Stephanie and Paul today. That was weighing heavily on my mind. I was just thinking I'd get my work done in time when I heard the doorbell. Hmmm. “He likes to be early; like me.” I think to myself after my heart skipped a beat.

I got up from the temporary work station I'd made for myself and went to open the door. The closer I got to the door, the more excited I got. I don't even know how I was breathing. I touched the doorknob and took a deep breath before I opened the door.

In front of me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, and his ear to ear smile turned me into a pile of mush. The handsome features, the tousled hair, the searing blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul.

“Hey,” said Fergal.

“Hi.” I have no idea how I got the word out, but my voice didn't crack.

“How are you?” Fergal asked as I stood awkwardly in the doorway with him.

“I'm good. How are you?” I replied.

He placed his right hand on my waist and leaned in to gently kiss me on the cheek. “Can I come in for a minute?” He asked.

I opened the door wider, “Yes. I've got a couple more minutes of work to do. I'm sorry. I tried to get it done before you showed.”

“No problem,” Fergal said kindly. “I'm a couple of minutes early, and you've had a busy morning.” He closed the door and leaned back against a table in the entry. “I wanted to talk to you before we go out.” He spread his legs a bit and took me by both hands, drawing me close to him in between his legs. It was then that he gave me a real kiss. That gentle soft one that turned me into jello last night. As the kiss ended, we both had to catch our breath. “I missed you.” Fergal said sofly

“Ditto.” I joked hoping to dissolve the sexual tension between us, and it worked, he smiled ear to ear, and his blue eyes sparkled.

“So, here's the t'ing. We are in Orlando, and NXT fans are everywhere. I'm sure I will be recognized as we're out and about. I brought a hat and sunglasses, but that's not going to buy us much time.” He reached up and brushed my cheek with his thumb. “I already know that you're going to be an important part of my future,” He said tentatively, looking at my face to see my reaction. I obliged him with a shy smile. That made him smile. “Ok.” He said taking a breath, as if I'd given him exactly what he wanted. “I don't care if people find out about us, BUT....” His tone turned somber. “The minute we become public, you're going to get trashed on social media. It never fails. Some fans just can't handle me dating anyone. You've been through enough lately. I don't want to see you hurt. You're on social media all the time, you're not going to be able to avoid seeing it.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “The second option we have is to not give anyone a reason to talk about us. We can try to keep our relationship a secret, but that means when we're in public, we can't even touch each other. The decision is all yours.”

He was right. I knew it. I had seen the thrashing Cathy Kelley took when Finn's public found out about them, and it was enough to break them up. “Yeah. You're right. I'm not ready for that.”

“So, you want to keep it just between us for now?” He asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

He wrapped his arms tighter around me and treated me to another soft, gentle kiss. My whole body was on fire. How was I supposed to go out, and not touch him, after that kiss? “Ok, I said, I really only need 5 minutes to finish my work.” I said tearing myself away from him.

Fergal released me from his grip, and motioned that I should go finish. “Do you need anything?” I asked as I led him into the kitchen and took a seat in front of my laptop on the counter.

“Nah, babe,” He said. “Is it 'k if I catch the score of the Tottenham game t'ough?”

“Sure,” I said as I pointed to the living room.

“T'anks luv.” He said and went to check the score.

I finished my work and quickly checked how I looked in the bathroom mirror. I looked ok, but certainly not as good as last night after Stephanie had sent hair and makeup artists to the condo. I looked more.... me. “Are they winning?” I said as I entered the living room.

“Yeah.” Ferg was grinning ear to ear. He reached over and took my hand. He pulled me close to him. “You look amazin'” Ferg said. It was as if he could read my mind. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. Immediately, fire spread throughout my whole body. This man had way too much control over me already.

“I'm still in my meeting clothes from earlier.” I laughed.

“Do ya want ta change? I can wait.” Fergal said.

I mused for a second, “I.... I don't know what we're doing today, so I don't know what to wear.”

“Ahhhhh,” He said but the crowd cheering caused him looked over to the TV. “Ah, sorry. Tottenham scored.”

I just started laughing. “I know you're a huge fan. It's ok.”

“We can do whatever you want today.” He said. I was finally able to tear my eyes away from his face long enough to see he was wearing jeans and a polo. He didn't wear jeans often, but when he did, he looked so good in them. I made a mental note to check how his ass looked in the jeans later. I smiled a bit, and Fergal said “What's so funny?”

“Nothing. I'm just looking forward to today. Listen,” I changed my focus to today. “I'm sure you have some ideas of what we can do. You live here.” I said.

“Well, how would ya feel about a hike after lunch? We could go swimming t'ough if ya'd prefer. Or we could visit Disney World.” My mind went into panic mode. A swimsuit? Oh Hell No! I was NOT ready to be in a swimsuit in front of him.....Disney? Way too many people for my mood. “I think I'd prefer the hike,” I said.

“T’en we'll hike.” He said. “Why don't you go change?” I did. Going from slacks to jeans and a blouse to a shirt more suitable for hiking. I also grabbed a light jacket. As I passed through by the kitchen, I grabbed my Ipad and a notebook.

“Already ready?” He asked, his eyebrows rising from surprise.

“I don't take long to get ready.” I chuckled.

“It's because you're so beautiful,” he flirted.

I rolled my eyes jokingly. “You going to be this charming all day?” I asked.

He circled my waist with his hands, “I'm gonna try my best.” He smiled.

This banter was calming me down, but every time he kissed me, my mind began to spin, my body began to throb. This man had me completely under his spell.

“Is... Is sushi ok for lunch?” He asked.

I answered with a smile and a nod. “I love sushi.”

“Great! I know just the spot.” He kissed me lightly and asked if I was ready. How could I ever be ready to go somewhere that I couldn't touch him or kiss him? “What's with the Ipad and notebook?” He inquired.

“Cover story!” I chimed proud of myself. “We can pretend we are in a business meeting as long as we look at the Ipad or notebook on occasion.”

“Great idea.” He smiled. “Let's go get some lunch. I'm starvin'” he said.

As the door to the condo closed behind me, I felt a sadness that I couldn't touch him, but I was excited to get to know him better.

The sushi was excellent. I realized we had just about the same taste in sushi. We split one nori roll. I had a couple pieces of sushi, and he had two more rolls. We both detested the ginger, and play-fought over who got the most wasabi. In the end, he just ordered more wasabi.

After we ate, and the plates were cleared, Fergal got serious. “What was t'is morning's meeting about?” He asked.

I paused to focus on this morning's meeting. “Ah that.” I said, and I hung my head. There was no way I could wrap my head around the offer I got this morning..... much less make a decision when under Finn's spell.

“Yeah, T'at,” He repeated. “Musta been some serious deal. You look.... Well, you look like the WWE made you an offer you can't refuse.” he chuckled.

“I definitely have some decisions to make.” I said as the waitress left the bill. Ferg was quick to grab it and move it out of my reach.

“Don' even t'ink about it.” He said as I reached for my purse. “Let's get t'is straight. I'll be paying for everyt'ing from now on. Not negotiable.” He put his credit card in the server book.

I started to protest, but when I looked into his eyes, I saw something I hadn't seen before in person. I saw determination. He wasn't going to let me argue. So I simply nodded yes.

“I really need some time to think about this morning's meeting.” I said. Dare I say it? Fergal had admitted earlier that he wanted me to be part of his life. Maybe it would be ok to say what I wanted to say. “I.... well..... there WAS an offer..... a very good offer. But...... I don't think I can make up my mind until...” I looked at the table. “... well, until you and I figure out what's happening between us.” The words just spilled out of my mouth, and I panicked immediately. What would he say? Did I go too far? Shit! I cautiously looked up at Fergal.

There was a warm smile on his face. “Got ya.” he said. The waitress returned with the credit card slip to sign. Fergal signed the slip and left a tip in cash.

I wanted to change the subject as fast as possible. I grabbed onto the first thing that came across my mind. “Your accent is stronger today than it was last night. Did you call someone in Ireland this morning?”

He looked surprised, “Yeah. I did. Is my accent t'at much stronger?” He asked.

“It is to me.” I said shyly.

“Yeah, I talked to mum and dad t'is morning. I wanted.....” Now was his time to stammer. “I wanted to tell them about you.”

Ohhhhhhh..... I smiled to let him know it was alright. Just after that we left the restaurant. We didn't talk at all on the way to the hike area, but he held my hand as he drove. We pulled into a campground's parking lot.

“T'ese are some of my favorite trails around here.” He said as he unlocked the trunk of the car. Inside he had a cooler filled with ice, water and some pieces of fruit and jerky. A bag next to the cooler had suntan lotion, towels, his swimsuit that I'd seen in so many pictures, and bug spray. He grabbed a smaller backpack and packed up some food and water and a first aid kit.

“You come prepared.” I joked.

“Absolutely.” He smiled.

The hike was way more difficult than I was used to, but I started to think Ferg planned it that way so he could help me. “I can tell I'm going to have to get more in shape to keep up with you.”

He sat on a large boulder and reached into the backpack for two waters. He handed me one, and smirked. “Don' worry darlin'. I'll help ya get in shape.” The words were innocent enough, but the look on his face was positively devilish. He slid his arm around me, and pulled me close.

“I thought......” I started to say, but he cut me off with a kiss.

“T'ere's nobody here. I can touch you now.” He kissed me again... passionately, and left me breathless. “You ready to hike more?” He asked with a sly grin.

I reached up to kiss him again, almost losing all control as his tongue slipped into my mouth. “You're teasing me, Mr. Devitt.” I protested.

“Yes. Yes I am.” he laughed.

We hiked for another half hour. Just as I was started to get bored with the hike, we went over a small hill, and what awaited on the other side left me speechless. There in front of me was a beautiful vista of a lake, palm trees and flowers. “Nice.” I said admiring the view.

“It's my favorite view.” He whispered in my ear as he came behind me and slid his arms around my waist. “Well, my SECOND favorite view.” he whispered gently in my ear. It was so intimate, my whole body lit on fire again.

As we stood, Ferg licked his lips. He looked nervous. “So, the hike is almost over.” He said. He licked his lips again. “Would it be ok if we went back to your condo? I promise I'll be a gentleman, but I'd like to be able to hold your hand and kiss you. Would that be ok?” He looked so cute when he was nervous. “Do you trust me?” He asked sheepishly.

“I reached my hand to his neck and ran my fingers over the back of his head. “Yes.” I said calmly. “Yes. I trust you.” I said.

We hiked the rest of the trail, which wasn't far at all, and drove back to my condo. “Mind if I clean up?” Fergal asked.

“No problem.” I said. I wanted to get cleaned up too, because that hike definitely made me sweat. I showed Fergal to the spare bathroom. I climbed into my shower and cleaned up very quickly. I wouldn't have time to wash my hair, so I put it in a messy bun, freshened up my makeup and joined Ferg in the living room. I noticed he had showered too, and put on fresh clothes. He really did prepare for everything. He had another soccer game on the TV by the time I got there. He was sitting on the couch, and my first inclination was to straddle his lap. Shit, I thought. I should have taken a cold shower. I gathered my wits and sat next to him. He immediately placed his hand on my leg, which didn't help calm me down. We decided to watch a movie, and I curled up at Ferg's side.

His thumb started tracing circles on my leg. Slowly, sweetly, and yet, every time it neared my thigh, it jolted a shock of fire straight between my legs. Shit! Should I tell him? Was he doing this on purpose? I couldn't think straight. I finally decide to place my hand on his; effectively ending this stroking, but before I could, Fergal's phone rang.

“I'm sorry he said,” reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “I've gotta take this.” He turned the phone screen to me, and I saw that it was Stephanie. I could barely hear her, but I was catching every 2 or 3 words. I was able to figure out she was inviting him to dinner, but I couldn't hear anything else. I got up to grab a couple glasses of water for us.

When I came back, Fergal was off the phone, but my phone started ringing. “Sorry,” I said as I looked at the screen. It was Stephanie. I showed Ferg and he just laughed.

“How has your day been?” Stephanie asked pleasantly.

“Good,” I reported. “I had sushi for lunch and then went on a hike.”

“Great. Are you available for a late dinner?” she asked. Ferg must have heard, because he started nodding yes to me.

“I'd be honored,” I said to Stephanie.

“I'll have a car pick you up at 9. Ok?” She asked.

“That sounds great, I replied. I'll see you at 9.”

When I hung up the phone, Fergal started giggling. “What's so funny?” I asked.

“I'm your ride.” He said. “Stephanie called to see if I'd join you for dinner and then asked me to pick you up.”

I started laughing too. “Do you think she knows you're here?” I asked.

“We did slip off together last night, and a couple people saw us. It's hard to keep any secrets in the WWE.”

“Your right,” I breathed. “Well, I guess we're going to dinner. Crap!” I said.

“What?” he asked.

“I won't be able to touch you again.” I said sadly,

“No. Guess you'll have to do all your touching now.” He joked.

But I didn't laugh. I stood for a minute just looking at him. He started to look confused. I held up a finger to say I needed a minute. I walked out of the room. Standing in the kitchen, I thought about everything. My husband. The offer the McMahons made. Fergal. It was all going to so fast, and I needed to be careful to make good decisions. I can't afford to get swept up in the moment. I thought about the man sitting on my couch. His kindness, his generosity. He was a good man, and he wanted to be with ME. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't going to waste my chance. I took a deep breath, and steeled myself.

When I walked back in the living room, I walked to the couch and straddled Fergal's lap. His eyes looked concerned. His dick twitched proving he wanted me.

“Whoa, Luv.” Ferg said. He placed his hands on my arms. “I promised I'd be a gentleman.”

“And you have been,” I purred in my sexiest voice.

“And I still am.” he sputtered.

“Fergal,” I said. “I haven't been touched in a very long time. I never thought I'd ever been touched again, and then you came into my life. I want you. I want you so bad, I can barely stand it. I want you with every fiber of my being. If we make love today and you don't call me after, I'll be happy knowing that you were the first man I was with after my husband.... The worst thing that can happen is that the beautiful Fergal Devitt used me as a sex toy.” I giggled at that, but he didn't.

A look of need came over his face. He wrapped his arms around me; one on my waist, one on my neck, and he pulled me down for a slow, soft kiss. “Don' tease me, luv.” He pleaded.

“I'm not teasing. If we're going to continue to see each other, I'm going to spend the next few days punishing my body by denying it what it wants only to give in a few days later. I'd rather just skip over the next few days and have you now.” I leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I want you to make love to me.” I kissed his throat. I didn't have to ask a second time.

His arms pulled me in. As I scooted farther up his lap, I could tell he was fully erect by now. My body responded by throbbing at the feel of it.

His next kiss was not the slow, gentle kiss that had been melting me for 2 days. It was the powerful, passionate, wild kiss that completely broke my defenses. He lowered his arms to my ass and stood up, lifting me up with him. He carried me into the bedroom, kissing me the whole time. He laid me gently on the bed, and continued to kiss me as he sank on top of me.

I started pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to take his clothes off. He sat up and pulled his shirt off exposing his muscles, his chest, his abs. He licked his lips as he looked down at me, and he started kissing me again. I pushed up, sub-consciously, my body trying to get closer to him. My hands explored his body as he placed kisses on my neck. His fingers digging into my hips. We were both losing control. As he gently nipped at my neck, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I leaned up and took my shirt off, and unhooked my red lace bra I'd put on after my shower. He looked for a couple of seconds before laying me down and taking my nipple into his mouth, bra and all. He was using his mouth to move the bra out of the way. Bare nipple met his hot tongue. He began to flick one nipple with his tongue and gently tease the other with his fingers. I thought for sure I was going to explode just from this. That had never happened before, and he stopped just short of it now. As I started to mew, he took both our pants off. He returned his attention to my nipple for just a second as his hand slid between my legs, gently rubbing my clit with his thumb. Oh Fuck! I was going to lose it. He was going to drive me out of my mind with this teasing. He didn't make me wait long. Soon, he had slipped one finger into me. I arched my back in pleasure.

“Darlin', I want you to cum for me.” He whispered in my ear. Then he started kissing me as he slipped a second finger into me, and curled them up to my g-spot. He couldn't have stroked more than two or three times before my first orgasm. He held me tight, feeling me pulse around his fingers, kissing me and saying “Good lass. Good.” I started coming to as he pulled his fingers away from me. I whimpered. “We've got time, luv” he assured me. “You'll come again soon.”

He slowly kissed his way down my body. A quick suck on my nipple sent a jolt through me, but when he started going lower, I melted. My husband was not a fan of giving me oral sex, so it had been years since I felt a tongue on my clit. I quickly learned that Fergal was an expert at oral sex. His tongue going from teasing my clit to invading my pussy to licking my g-spot. One of his hands teased my nipple as I felt myself lose control again.

I heard him hum as he started to drink my juices. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. When I was done shuddering, he moved back up my body, trailing kisses the whole way.

“Are ye ok?” He asked.

“MMMMMM” I couldn't answer. I simply nodded my head.

But my body wasn't done yet. It bucked against Ferg, pushing my wet slit across his hard cock. He growled softly, and pushed back against me, this time entering me just a bit. I could tell he was trying very hard to go slow, but I didn't want him to now. I needed to have him inside me. All of him. “Now.” I begged.

“Shhhh luv.” He started to say, but I interrupted him.

“Now Fergal, Now!” I begged.

It was hearing his name that did it. I had pronounced it the way he did, with the Irish accent. He couldn't resist me any longer. He slammed his dick into me, bottoming out. We began to move together, faster and faster. I could feel him fill every inch of me. I could feel his dick pulse with pleasure. He looked down at me lustfully. His eyes boring through my soul. I came violently. “There ya go, love.” He said, and he slowed his pace again.

“Fergal, I want you to cum too.” I saw a strained look cross his face.

“I will baby girl. I will.” He whispered back to me. With that, he sat upright and placed his thumb on my clit. Slowly, gently stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Jus' enjoy right now.”

I tried to answer him, but all that came out was a moan. I exploded around his cock. The whole world turned brilliant white, my ears began ringing, I was in heaven. I don't know how long I stayed there, but as I started to come back to earth, I saw a satisfied look on his face. “T'ere you go, Luv”. This man. This man that I had admired from afar for so many years. This beautiful, brilliant, kind, loving man was making sure that I was completely satisfied before he even thought about cumming. “How's my kitten?” he asked.

I couldn't talk. I wasn't even going to try, so I let out a long, soft, contented sigh.

He chuckled a tiny bit and then fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. His massive cock filling me over and over. Slamming into the back of my pussy. Over and over and over until I could feel his whole body tensing up. “Yes, baby.” I purred and he exploded.

He collapsed beside me; both of us out of breath. Both of us sated. I watched his chest rise and fall as he caught his breath. Then I watched his abs....... those amazing abs....... the ones I'd enjoyed seeing for years........ They were.... I couldn't resist.... I moved my had to his abs and enjoyed the feeling of the rock hard muscles rising and falling with every breath he took.

He finally started stirring. “Baby girl,” He whispered. “That was.....”

“Mmmm” I replied.

“Guess we better start getting ready for tonight.” He got out of bed and offered me his hand. “Let's go clean up.” He led the way to the shower and kissed me as the water heated up. He stepped in with me and smiled an evil smirk at me. “I do love water.” he said, and I knew this was going to be the best shower of my life.

#finn balor fergal devitt finn wwe smut firstdate fanfic fan fiction fan fic fanfiction

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keepingupwithfundies · 7 years

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Counting On Season 5 Episode 5: A Boy or Girl for Jill?

Spoiler Alert: it’s a boy

-Admin T

Jessa is getting Spurgeon ready for the day while wearing Henry. She says they are adjusting to life as a family of four. Jessa says labor was a two day ordeal the first time, but the second one was much shorter and easier for her. We get a flashback to Henry’s birth. Jessa brushes Spurgeon’s teeth. Ben is back at work, and Jessa says she tries to sleep until Spurgeon wakes up and then get them ready for the day. Ben says one adjustment has been the fact that there are so many diapers now. Jessa says some days are easy and simple, but other days are more chaotic. Spurgeon fusses as he does the dishes. Jessa wears Henry constantly, and she says that was the best gift she received because she can have Henry constantly while she cares for Spurgeon. Spurgeon is adjusting ok, he is learning to share. Producers ask if Henry looks more like Jessa or Ben, some choose a side but most say a combination, Jinger says its hard to tell at this point, Jessa says Ben. Ben says it can’t be easy for her when he is at work but he knows she has patience which is sweet. Both nap at once, so Jessa reads for a little.

In Laredo, Jinger and Jeremy are still enjoying married life. The amount of lustful eyes between these two make me think kiddos may not be so far off. They’re learning Spanish together. They practice with worksheets and talk together. Jinger says Jeremy makes everything exciting. They have flashcards so they use them to practice vocab words including el bebe, which causes Jinger to make a “babe” joke. Jeremy says they should take their cards to a mexican restaurant and try to order.

At Jill and Derick’s, Izzy is at the big house. Jill is four months along and they are quietly reading together. They are getting ready to go for an appointment. At their last wellness check, a doctor told Jill she should get an artery in her neck checked by ultrasound just to be sure there was no blockage. That’s where they’re going today, because they will soon return to Central America and stay until Jill has to come home for the birth. The ultrasound tech checks the artery. Jill says the maternal side of her family has a history with aneurysm which makes her a little nervous. The ultrasound results will be sent to her doctor to be read and then he will make a diagnosis. He will let them know.

At the main house, Joy is preparing to go see Austin. They have been courting for five months and Joy says it has been going great. She will be having dinner with his family; She is listening to a Christian marriage audiobook on the way there because she thinks she will be proposed to soon. Austin reminds us of the five houses before marriage goal. Austin thinks the house will go quick because of the market right now and the price. Joy arrives at the Forsyths. Austin, Mom Roxanne, Dad Terry and his sister and Bobby are in attendance. Joy says the family all get along well because they’ve known each other for a long time. Joy makes Terry and Austin’s favorite cheesecake. Joy starts mixing and asks Roxanne if it is supposed to look like scrambled eggs; Roxanne says it’s supposed to be a little smoother and Joy says she thinks she messed up. Roxanne says that’s ok, it’ll taste good but not look good. It ends up smoothing out and looking good in the pan. Joy says Austin’s family is smaller portions than her family, of course, which takes adjustment. The Forsyths live about an hour away from the Duggars and have a lot of land in the Ozark mountains. The guys feed the cows while the girls good. Dinner is ready and the guys come in and start filling plates. Terry says they’re a cute couple and pure before the Lord. Bobby says they are a great couple. Joy says right now their courtship standards require chaperones and no kissing. Joy brings her cheesecake over and everyone compliments her cheesecake. Austin says it just as good as his mom’s. Because of their heights Joy looks up at Austin and when they’re side hugging and she looks up at him they always look like they want to kiss. Austin says he hopes in the future Joy and his family can get together more often, Joy says “let’s get married so we can do it.” Joy says she hopes their next step is engagement -hint hint-.

Back at Jill’s, she will be getting her ultrasound results today. Jill says she is a little nervous. They arrive at the doctor’s office. The result is good, her artery is normal and she is good to go to Central America. Jill jokes that she is glad she doesn’t have to give up all greasy food. Now that all is clear they are ready to go back to Central America.

In Laredo, Jinger and Jeremy are at a restaurant and they’re gonna try to order in Spanish. Their server speaks to them only in Spanish; Jeremy manages to order water with lemon. The couple tries to figure out what she is asking and know it’s early on so if they’re just getting the gist of what she is saying that’s good. She helps them out and they manage to order their food. TBH this went well, everyone was super respectful and trying to learn so I’m here for it. Jeremy says Jinger is modest about herself but he thinks her quick way of picking up Spanish is impressive which is sweet. Their food comes and it’s correct so they’re proud of themselves. Jinger says practice is how you learn.

At Jill and Derick’s, they lay out a little boy outfit and little girl outfit. Michelle and Cathy Dillard are coming over for the gender reveal ultrasound. The Dillards are having a spy game/hunt for the little siblings to find the correct outfit for which gender it will be. Jill and Derick seem to be having fun with this which is sweet. Jana, Jordyn and Jenni arrive, they’re watching Izzy for the appointment. Jill tells Jana about the mystery hunt, Jana thinks it’s neat. Michelle arrives separately (odd) and then Cathy arrives in a sparkly pink so they joke about what team they’re on. Derick says boy, Jill says girl. They head off to the appointment.

In the exam room, Jill and Derick are excited. The siblings guess in talking heads, and its about 50/50. Jill and Derick find out and head back to the house for the party. They set up the mystery game and hide clues around the house. There will be 2 teams with three clues apiece, which will lead them to the crib. Under the crib is the box with the bundle. The siblings arrive and talk about how unique and original this idea for a gender reveal is. Derick and Jill emerge with silly hats on with a box for each team, which has the first clue. Once a team finds the bundle, they will gather together to open it. Justin and James are the team leaders. Each team has either fedora hats & sunglasses with fake noses and the other has sherlock hats and googley eye glasses. Sherlock team looks behind a picture and find the clue. Fedora team goes to the piano bench. The game is reasonably competitive. Sherlock team’s second clue is inside an atlas. Fedora team’s second clue is in the dyer. Then they go to the bottom bunk of the bed. Sherlock team’s third clue leads to the coffee drawer and they run to the crib and find the bundle. Jordyn finds the bundle first so Sherlock hat team wins and Jordyn gets to open the bundle. Jordyn opens it and reveals that it is a boy. The family is excited for another boy.

Austin goes to the fifth house, which is under contract. They are just waiting for the closing date. Austin hasn’t told Joy this yet, and he will propose soon.

#counting on #recap #co season 4

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Priest fills St. Louis County church with photos of congregation to unite, despite pandemic

by Erin Heffernan, stltoday.com

April 12, 2020 07:15 AM

MARYLAND HEIGHTS — As the Rev. Bob Evans celebrates Easter Sunday Mass, he’ll look out over a church full of familiar faces, though there’ll be next to no one there.

In response to social distancing orders intended to slow the spread of the coronavirus, over the last few weeks Evans, pastor at Holy Spirit Catholic Church in Maryland Heights, printed out and filled his church with more than 400 photos of members of his now-absent congregation.

“It’s taken on the feel of a shrine for me,” Evans said. “Not only do I feel the presence of God, but I feel the presence of all these friends and parishioners there. It’s beautiful.”

The priest accepted photos through email. Some families’ pictures were placed in the pews where they regularly sat every week. Some choir members got a spot in their designated section next to the band instruments. A photo of a family with a baby was taped to the window of the cry room, where noisy children go. Seats near the altar were filled with photos of altar servers who help the priest during Mass. Class photos from the Holy Spirit elementary and middle schools made an appearance near the front.

There were even a few photos of dogs thrown into the mix.

“I have one mother that keeps asking if her children are behaving,” Evans said. “And I said yes, but I moved them up front to keep an eye on them.”

Evans got the idea for the photos near the beginning of the virus outbreak after a priest tried something similar in Italy, where the virus devastated the country and forced people to remain in their homes before it began to spread in the U.S.

“I thought, ‘This is a way to keep us connected,’” Evans said.

Most of the pictures sent to the priest were of members of the church in happier times: vacations, graduations and professional family photo shoots.

Members of the congregation can spot their photos through livestreams of Mass and video updates the church posts on social media.

“I cried the first time he walked around showing everyone,” said church member Cathie Burkard, whose photo with her husband and granddaughter from a vacation to Cancun is in the church. Burkard said she was happy to know she’d be, in a way, sitting in the church through the pandemic.

“It is incredibly touching,” said Jane Stanek, who became friends with Evans when he was her pastor at a previous parish, Our Lady of the Presentation in Overland. Her photo was placed in the priest’s friends and family section — two rows at the front. “Father Bob has been there unknowingly for me through several hard times, so this is just another one of those times that he is there to help.”

The photos are one of many adaptations that Holy Spirit and other churches across St. Louis have had to make during this time. Palm leaves normally given out at church the Sunday before Easter instead were available for pickup outside. Confessions had to be adapted to allow the priest to sit six feet from the person asking for forgiveness for their sins. And, for Evans, the priest has to use his cellphone to post live videos of church services. That will include Easter, which typically is the busiest Mass of the year.

“I thought about having people send in photos in their Easter finery to add to the church,” Evans said, laughing. “But that would be a lot of work.”

Evans gave a live online video tour of the photos on the church’s Facebook page April 1, saying hello to individual church members as they began to watch. The priest ended with a prayer looking out on the rows of photographs, asking God to look over the congregation. He asked for help for all those working on the front lines of the epidemic and the scientists trying to find a vaccine and treatment that might bring an end to the social distancing keeping everyone apart.

“Fill them with your wisdom, fill them with your knowledge,” Evans prayed. “Fill all of us with your hope.”

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The Top 200 Things I’m Thankful For This Thanksgiving

Today is a big holiday in the US; it’s a day where we take time off to celebrate all the things we’re thankful for. We get together with family; over-eat a traditional Thanksgiving Day meal, and then we watch football until we pass out. It’s just about a perfect day.

I got up this morning feeling especially grateful for the many blessings I enjoy all year long, and I wanted to take a few minutes to share the things I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving Day. I believe counting your blessings is one of the best things a person can do (and that this list of 200 is only a start, is a real blessing to me for sure).

Here they are, (in no particular order):

I’m thankful….

1. that I got to marry the girl of my dreams (it’ll be 30-years this coming September)

2. for Keurig Coffee Makers

3. for little hole-in-the-wall restaurants

4. for having a big brother I could always look up to

5. that she said “yes!”

6. for the “Skip” button on YouTube ads

7. when I hear the ringtone that lets me know my son is texting us

8. for Seinfeld reruns

9. that I learned how to use Photoshop and Lightroom

10. for lazy Saturday mornings when we just chill

11. for Saturday College Football games and that our son chose a big football school (#rolltide!)

12. for Hulu and Netflix and Amazon Prime

13. for Maggie the Wonderdog

14. for how happy Maki the SuperDog makes my wife

15. for that first cup of coffee in the morning

16. that my wife got us a Latte maker

17. for big greasy double-cheeseburgers served in restaurants whose cleanliness is so suspect that my wife would never eat there.

18. for anytime I drive up to our house, and see our son’s truck sitting out front

19. that first morning hug from my wifey

20. that the Buc’s miserable season is mercifully almost over

21. that this year the Patriot’s aren’t as good as they usually are

22. for any chilly day here in Florida

23. for my daughter’s wonderful sense of humor

24. when my daughter shares her drawings with me

25. for CoffeeMate individual creamers

26. that my son was born with the built-in love of helping and looking out for other people

27. for the text my son just sent us as I’m writing this that brought tears to my eyes

28. for my daughter’s laugh

29. for all the family traditions that my wife fosters and we all lover

30. that our kids get to attend great schools

31. for Dunkin Donut’s drive-thru in the morning, and that they’ll make your coffee just the way you like it

32. for Terry White

33. for the kind people who read my blog each day

34. for all the little things

35. for our cozy couch for watching TV

36. for Logic Pro X (the wonderful recording studio software on my Mac)

37. for Pizza, and the fine people who deliver them.

38. for mornings where Maggie doesn’t bark at other children and parents in the car line

39. that my son is such a faithful person by nature

40. for Sunday night’s texting my buddy Jeff Revell as we watch ‘The Walking Dead’ together, while 1,000 miles apart

41. for our tradition of watching “Love Actually” again every Christmas

42. for living so close to Disney World

43. for how awesome my wife is at planning trips

44. for being married to such an amazing cook

45. for a really comfy bed pillow

46. for Rick and Susan Sammon

47. for all my guitars

48. for beautiful offices for us to work in each day

49. to have Jessica, Kim and Cindy work on my books

50. that people actually buy my books, which lets me keep writing them

51. for the smell of my wife’s cooking when I walk in the door

52. for times when just my daughter and I get to go out to lunch

53. for Moose and Sharon

54. for Dave, Peter, and Glyn

55. for having such a wonderful mother and father growing up.

56. for being able to play musical instruments

57. for having mentors whose wisdom and whip-cracking have helped immeasurably throughout my life

58. for Jeanne Jilleba who helps me so much each day

59. for having a great relationship with my mother and father-in-law

60. for having a mother-in-law who stepped in for my own mother when she passed away

61. for the trips my brother and I take together once a year

62. to Delta, their SkyClub, and all the upgrades I get each year

63. to Erik Kuna for being my friend

64. for all the folks who come out to my seminars each year.

65. that I still get to work with my friend Ted Waitt

66. for Levi, and Sally and Dianne for caring so much about our members

67. for Chris, Susie, Karen and Pam – I’m lucky to work with them

68. for my wife’s beautiful smile

69. for how my son always shares new songs he finds with me

70. for all the times my wife texts me a heart emoji

71. for somebody’s else’s fries

72. for how my friend Dave Clayton’s texts always make me laugh out loud

73. that my kids know they are loved completely and unconditionally

74. for my Pastor and friend Douglas Poole

75. for Victoria’s sweet texts, and for what a joy she is

76. that I get to drive a car each day that makes driving a joy

77. for really good air conditioning

78. that I get to use such great camera and lighting gear

79. for Google’s news app on my phone

80. for my great Web team; Adam, Aaron, Yo, and Curt

81. for everybody who checked on my wifey when she got in an accident

82. for black t-shirts with logos on them

83. for Dave Black, Kristy Sherk, Lindsay Adler and Peter Hurley,

84. for the beautiful baby grand piano Kalebra bought for my birthday 20+ years ago

85. that I’ve been able to be a part of the Photoshop World conference all these years

86. for when great ideas pop in my head, and for being able to move on when it turns out some of them aren’t as great as I thought

87. for all my friends who came to the rescue

88. for the pretty drive to work in the mornings

89. for Juan, Steve, Jason and Christina

90. that my daughter and our niece are such great friends

91. that my son loves so many different kinds of music (everything from classic rock to Sinatra to rap to metal)

92. for all the times my big brother helped me, and guided me, when I was growing up.

93. for my apple watch and all the reminders it gives me

94. for weekends and days off

95. for the smell of coffee brewing

96. for Margie, Angela, Jacque, John and Rachel

97. for Maxx Hammond for being such a great friend to my son all these years, and for being an important part of our family

98. for comfortable shoes

99. for having a friend like Manny

100. for loving every minute with my family

101. for the men and women of our military

102. for Julie, Kleber, Heidi and Cheryl

103. for the little Blackstar tube amp sitting on my desk

104. anytime I get to go to New York City

105. for our dear friend and partner Jean A.

106. for James Taylor

107. for all the awesome texts I’m getting from friends today

108. that my daughter still cares that I bake my special “Christmas Cookies” each year when we put up the tree (and I’m grateful she thinks Pillsbury mean ‘special’).

109. my guardian angel

110. for bagels with cream cheese

111. for Larry Tiefenbrunn

112. for first responders

113. that my camera bag has four wheels

114. for Viktor and Ron

115. for Larry Becker, Rob Sylvan, and Dave Williams

116. for my friends Chicky Nando, and Big Mike, and Cathy B, and Mimo

117. for all the stuff in Erik’s backpack (since he always has that thing I need that I forgot to bring)

118. for waking up feeling great in the morning!

119. for Joe and Annie

120. that our dog Maki has a best friend in our son’s dog Nami

121. for beautiful clouds when I’m shooting a sunrise

122. for a yummy breakfast after a sunrise shoot

123. for my wife’s homemade chocolate-chip pancakes

124. for the sound of my wife’s voice

125. for mornings when I get up early and get a bunch of stuff done and I look up and it’s only 8:15 am

126. for landings in London

127. the quiet time my wife and I share with our coffee in the mornings before the kids wake up

128. My MacBook Pro and how much easier it makes my business life each day

129. for forgiveness

130. that I realize what a privileged, blessed life I lead, and to whom I owe the thanks

131. that I start each day getting centered reading the Bible and daily devotionals

132. for how my daughter is always dancing

133. for the night’s where our family gets together to play games

134. for when we all lay on the floor, looking up and debate how tall the ceiling is in our living room

135. for our holiday trips to Disney’s Hollywood Studios

136. for cheese. Any kind of cheese. Even if it dispenses from a can

137. that somebody kept reading even though we’re down to number 137

138. that we have doggie treats when we really need them

139. for breakfasts at First Watch

140. for Carmine’s on W. 44th Street

141. for all the awesome instructors I get to work with

142. for empty middle seats

143. for my iPad and all the awesome apps, like the Kindle Reader

144. for the Texture app so I can read all my favorite magazines on my iPad

145. that I get to make new friends along the way

146. that people come to my workshops and I get to make new friends

147. for everyone who has stuck up for me in an online forum

148. for all the people who helped me along the way, and who may be gone, but are not forgotten

149. for the great companies and partners who sponsor The Grid

150. that I get to do a weekly live photography show and have such wonderful photographers as guests

151. for my Platypod Ultra

152. that my employees have a long weekend this weekend

153. for my lunch this week with an old friend

154. that we work so close to one of the best Cuban restaurants

155. for Tara our awesome official Chilis server for over 10-years now

156. for how happy fresh flowers make my wife

157. to see how happy it makes Kalebra when we all eat our vegetables at dinner

158. for a beautiful yard for the doggos to run in.

159. for Sundays when I sleep in really late

160. that my son left his awesome drum kit here so I can play it

161. that my old rock band from high-school still gets together to play our high-school reunion party

162. that I live in a very sunny place

163. for Google search

164. for every time my wife is cooking and says “I’m trying something different tonight.” It always leads to a delicious meal!

165. that I always remember our anniversary

166. that our family makes birthdays really special for each other

167. that we have a photographic art gallery and that we get to celebrate our member’s work there

168. that I have such a great art director for my shoots in Kalebra

169. for William C. Miller, my high school band director, who taught us more than music.

170. that I was born and raised here

171. for Deb, John, Bob, Sam, and all my friends in Boston

172. for the Sci-Fi Drive-In Theatre restaurant

173. for Frank Doorhof

174. for all the summers in Sarasota at the beach when I was growing up

175. for getting to board early

176. for Larry Grace, Ed Buice, and Rob Foldy

177. for Superchargers

178. for when the dogs realize it was just a random sound and stop barking

179. for all the live concerts, Broadway shows, and performances I’ve experienced

180. for my wife’s guardian angel, who has been working overtime lately

181. for Zephyrhills bottled spring water

182. for the times my brother and I get to play golf

183. for the Genius Bar in the Apple Store

184. for Chili’s chips and salsa

185. for now thoughtful my wife is

186. for afternoon’s at the movies

187. for the times when I could think of the perfect gift

188. for all the people who participate in my Worldwide Photo Walk and for the joy it brings me to see their smiling faces in their group shots

189. for everyone who has donated to the Springs of Hope Kenya orphanage

190. for all the wonderful gifts I treasure that Kalebra has gotten me over the years

191. for all my friends at Canon USA

192. for everybody who follows me on social media, and shares a kind word or says something nice about one of my images.

193. for every handmade birthday card my daughter has made for me

194. that my son is a way better version of me

195. for all the times when my wife knows exactly what to say and how to say it

196. that people are kind when they point out my typos on my blog

197. that I love to drive

198. that I still get to play with Scotty and Tony in a band.

199. for how easy it was to come up with 200 things I’m grateful for

200. for God, and His Son Jesus Christ, for leading me to the woman of my dreams, for blessing us with such amazing children, for allowing me to make a living doing something I truly love, for always being there when I need Him, for blessing me with a wonderful, fulfilling, and happy life, and such a warm, loving family to share it with.

Here’s wishing you a Thanksgiving full of family, food, gratitude for our many blessings, and I hope your team wins this weekend unless you’re playing Alabama! #rolltide!

All my best,

-Scott

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kishadonaldson-blog · 6 years

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mega-knight-of-breath · 2 years

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I posted 1,401 times in 2021

55 posts created (4%)

1346 posts reblogged (96%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 24.5 posts.

I added 151 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 70 characters

#i still think they should have made a w.i.t.c.h reboot instead of winx

My Top Posts in 2021

Why is it so hard to get a girlfriend?

30 notes • Posted 2021-01-04 20:29:30 GMT

Injuries, Part 1

A story @oratonom and I made on the discord server.

S!Cathy (referred to as Parr) makes a horrible mistake. Anne learns that scaring people in the kitchen is probably a terrible idea

Trigger warnings of blood, injury, and panic. If I forget any, please alert me.

Parr didn’t mean it. She really really didn’t mean it. The final swapped queen was nervous enough around sharp objects, and she was just trying to cut an apple...

Anne thought she was the only one home until she noticed Parr in the kitchen and got a mischievous idea. She snuck up behind the swapped queen and grabbed her waist, “BOO!”

“Who the hell is-”

“Kit! I-I did something really, really bad!” Parr was paced the kitchen, keeping an eye on the heavily bleeding Anne.

Skittles sounded very seriously suddenly, “Put the corpse on ice, I’m on my way.”

“What?!” Parr frowned in confusion.

“What?”

“I-no- I-”

“Parr, breathe and tell me what happened.”

Anne coughed and Parr shuddered in horror seeing a bit of blood coming past her lips, “Non! Ne me prends pas!”

“Hello? Howard?” she was cut off my her speaker phone, “Is everything alright?”

“Catalina, I need help,” Skittles snapped at the phone, her own panic evident in her tone.

“Howard, I need you to breathe,” she waited a moment, “What’s going on?”

“I AM BREATHING!” The youngest swapped queen snapped before taking a deep breath and speaking surprisingly calmly, “Anne is bleeding badly and I need you to make her let me look at it.”

Parr left after that... she could feel the world going dark around her and she laid on the couch, feeling the knowledge that she had almost certainly killed her friend sink itself into her psche.

30 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 21:15:44 GMT

What- wtf is this? Who thought this up?

https://youtu.be/pDjlrVTPPQI

31 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 20:06:21 GMT

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It's disgusting, it's stupid, and it's just down right mean. I wish everyone who sends anon hate a very merry fuck off and a happy new shut the hell up.

37 notes • Posted 2021-03-11 01:49:29 GMT

Last 3

Anne: You don't get girlfriends by being nervous.

Kat: That's how I got my last three partners!

Anne, frowning: And how did that work out for you?

Kat: Two of them tried to kill me and the last stalked me for 6 months.

Anne: Exactly bitch.

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