#Tiff is carrying me this week

[stars-and-cows]

I'm finally putting together reference sheets for my ocs from that one original story I want to talk about here.

I currently am doing Tiff and Roy because..... I know parents shouldn't have favourites BUT....

They are my favourite

Okay, I'm going back to drawing those reference sheets and Taikaaki

Byeeeeee

[luveline]

Hey jade!!!! I love your work ❤️❤️. I was wondering if you would do more of the kisses before dinner au? Maybe just some fluff of Steve and r taking care of the new baby?? Or anything you want with them—I just love that au so much. Thanks!!!

dad!steve and mom!reader finding a balance with the new baby<3 thank you for your request!

Steve Harrington was meant to be a dad. He’s wanted to have kids since he was young, twenty and broken-hearted thinking up futures he worried he might never have. And then he met you, and all too soon (somehow not soon enough) you were having his baby, and now he’s here. 

He can’t believe it. 

The baby sleeps in his arms. She’s three weeks old, so so small, and she looks a lot like you, in his opinion. You’d laughed fondly and exhausted into his shoulder when he told you his theory a couple of minutes ago, saying, Babies look like babies, Steve. 

Still, Steve looks at her and he can’t help hoping she’ll have your eyes, your nose, your big pretty smile. 

You’re dozing with your head propped against his shoulder, drooling down his arm. Avery’s in your lap, and she doesn’t seem disappointed that you’ve fallen asleep. Steve worried she might be, because with the new baby finally here and home, Avery’s not getting nearly as much attention as she should. Steve feels guilty but he knows everything will be back to normal soon. You can only do what you can. 

“What do you think, Ave?” he asks quietly. “She look like your mom?”

“I hope she looks like you so she looks like me,” Avery says. 

“But what about Bethie?” Steve asks. Avery is the oldest, Bethie her junior. 

“What about Beth?”

“If you look like me, and Dove looks like me,” —Dove, the former youngest, your two year old— “and then the baby looks like me, only Beth looks like your mom.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” he says genuinely. 

Steve never thought he was ugly, but seeing his face on someone else’s, seeing the brown of his eyes staring back at him through Avery’s gaze, it gave him an appreciation for his features that he never had before. But… you’re beautiful. The love of his life, before and after his children. He thinks it’s only fair that these sweethearts you made near enough by yourself would carry you with them in more than their actions. It’s the reason he finds himself so sweet on Bethie. (All his girls are gorgeous and loved, of course, but he looks at Beth and he sees you every now and then. He catches you in her unassuming smiles and hears you in her laugh and he can’t help it, he leans over to give her hair a good stroke.) 

But again, if the baby looks like Steve, it won’t matter. In the same way it didn’t matter that she was another girl. She’ll be just as loved as the rest of them, no matter what. She already is. 

Like she knows she’s being talked about, the baby coughs in his arms. Steve’s a pro at babies now, truly, he knows all the steps. He’s a great dad. And still his heart stops when he’s reminded of how new she is, how fragile.

How strong, too. Her little leg twitches against his chest. Steve beams down at her, relieved when she stays sleeping.

“Did you and mom pick a name yet?” Avery whispers. 

“Why? Do you have any ideas?” Steve asks back. 

“I don’t know.”

Steve tries to pour as much of his love and pride for her into his expression as he can. “Come on, Avery, tell me. I can’t promise we’ll choose one, but I wanna hear your ideas. What names do you like?”

“I liked Heather,” she says. That was one Steve suggested. You’d been unsure. 

“Yeah?”

“And Tiffany, too. We’d be Ave, Beth, Dove and Tiff.”

“You’d sound like a TV show,” Steve laughs. 

Avery giggles. “Okay, what about Sarah? Or Jessica?”

“I know too many Jessica’s,” Steve says, “but Sarah’s really nice.” 

Steve doesn’t know what you’ll choose. Three weeks is the longest one of his girls has gone without a name, because this time you just can’t pick. Avery had a name before she was born, and you got one look at Dove and knew, but Bethie hadn’t been so easy, and now this new baby is following suit. 

“Dad?”

“What?”

“She’s awake.”

Steve looks down, perplexed, and finds Avery’s right. The baby is awake in his arms, unmoving beside her slow sticky blinks. 

“Some babies don’t open their eyes for weeks,” Steve tells Avery. 

“Did I open mine?”

He nods. “You did.”

You rouse against Steve’s shoulder like you can tell the baby is alert. Maybe you can. You sit up with a little moan that makes his heartbreak in half for you, and your hand shoots to your hips. You’ve had a lot of pelvis pain, and some additional soreness where expected. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You barely hear him, love and tenderness in every line and pore of your face. “My baby,” you say, with more emotions in your voice than there are words to describe. “Look, she’s looking at you.”

You pull Avery into your chest and she melts at the affection. She must be missing you more than she’ll say. You notice as Steve notices, tearing your gaze from the newborn against his chest to dot kisses in a bow over her forehead. “My first baby,” you say, delighted. “Sorry for falling asleep. Tell me about your day, honey, I promise I won’t fall asleep again.”

The baby starts crying eventually, and Avery’s face falls. You’re torn, Steve can tell, but you look at him with a smile that says, You have it, right?

Of course he does. Parenting is a balance you struck with one another a long time ago. He takes the baby into the kitchen to heat up a bottle of milk, and listens to you and Avery talking in the living room, hand pat pat patting the baby’s back. 

“Hi, daddy.”

Steve pauses. He holds the baby tight to his chest, before bending down to look under the kitchen table. 

“Oh, there my girls are. I thought you were upstairs watching Princess Polly.”

Dove and Bethie are under the table with a pack of crayons and a huge pad of paper. There’s paper scraps everywhere, and they couldn’t look happier in their mismatched pyjamas. Bethie’s the one who’d spoken, and she’s looking at him like he hung the moon.

Dove holds up her drawing. “Look!” she says. 

“I’m looking!” he promises. “Woah! So pretty!”

Bethie won’t show hers. “Mine’s for mommy.”

“I see. Sure I can’t have a little sneak peek?”

She shakes her head. Steve kneels down on the floor so he can watch them drawing, the baby against his chest, bottle held to her mouth. He stays there as the baby falls asleep and is overjoyed by the sound of wax on paper, Dove’s happy babbling, and your laughter echoing in from the living room. 

“Aw, baby,” you’re saying, like Avery’s told you something silly, “I love you.” 

Steve doesn’t know who he’s trying to say it to, but he mouths it after you anyhow. I love you. All his girls. 

The baby hiccups. 

Steve thinks it might be her first love you too. 

—

more of this universe <3 please consider reblogging if you enjoyed<3

[fandomwritingbit]

Caught out pt.2

William afton x fem reader x henry emily

A/n: Hiii, this is a part two of this fic I did a while ago. It's really long ngl over 7,000 words. To the person that requested a part two to this that focused more on the relationship between Henry and Will, I took some inspiration from that so thank you very muchly. I hope this reads well, I'll be editing it over the next few days because writer's block is shagging me hard rn.

Warnings: smut, oral, unprotected sex, inappropriate relationships, sexual tension between henry and william, y/n is absolute filth.

The day after Henry had debased himself, started off pretty shit. The restaurant was fully booked all day and it felt like there were over a million kids tearing through the building and creating havoc, along with many other reasons for the two co-owners to stay back after hours. They were so understaffed, two waiters and an entertainer had called in sick, forcing Henry and Will to step up a bit. Well, Henry stepped up, running plates, hosting, the works; William, though he was present, just cracked the whip on the employees that were there. Both had contemplated getting you out of the security office to help out, but the plethora of legal challenges they’d seen in the previous few weeks dissuaded them.

“Who’s fault is this?” William caught Henry’s arm, his expression as fumingly stoic as it had been so far all day. It was this side of William that initially drove Henry into merging with him, the no-nonsense, no-bullshit, pragmatic approach that he was too nice to use. When they were newly joined, grabbing his arm like this would have made Henry shit scared, just the sheer height of the man alone would’ve done it; now though, Henry just looked from his hand to Will’s face, scoffing. 

“Tiff was on bookings, I’m gonna have a word with her.” He pulled his arm free, “You do know, William, that we can’t have high numbers and easy service.”  

William sniggered, slightly surprised by Henry’s attitude, “Functional service would be nice, though.” 

~

All shit hit the fan about midday. 

And it hit the fan big time. A party of thirty and one of seventeen at the same time had all hands on deck, waiters sweating making sure patrons had everything they needed, bar staff making so many drinks that there wasn’t a gap left on the bar, and Henry and William were trying to cope with everything in between. Namely, trying to keep kids out of staff-only areas or from running full pelt into the servers carrying food and drinks, and keeping feuding chefs calm in the kitchen. The latter Henry’s domain, for obvious reasons. So when the shifty looking fellow slipped inside the building, it went unnoticed. 

“Excuse me?” a woman’s shrill voice called to William, obligating him to approach the table. He didn’t smile at her because the look on her face said this wasn’t a ‘compliments to the chef’ kind of thing. 

“Yes, ma’am?” 

“There’s plastic in my son’s pizza.” She pointed a thickly painted nail at the slice, showing the cling film sticking out underneath. Fuck’s sake.

He nodded, “Right. I’ll get you a new one.” As he spoke, he picked up the plate and the one with the rest of the pizza on it, cursing this whole fucking operation. 

“Got anything that doesn’t come out of a freezer?” she snapped, looking at him with such disapproval he felt a kid again. 

He just laughed at her. God, it was a £5 meal, she’s lucky they even heated it up for that. Neglecting to answer her, he gave a half-arsed apology and went towards the back kitchen to sort her out. 

Whilst this took place, a man with black gloves waited for the boy on the till to leave before wrenching the till open, shoving his hand inside to grab a fist-full of today’s earnings. The staff were too distracted to cop on, and alarm was only raised when the thief knocked into a server. 

“Hey what are you-” shoving her out the way, the figure moved towards the exit. The young lady got the attention of other staff who called out to the man but didn’t physically intervene, forcing the waitress to run to the kitchen and drag William out by his arm, babbling about what was happening.

He gave chase, following the thief out of the swinging doorway while the staff and patrons watched on in awe. It was at this point Henry burst out the kitchen as well, his face a mask of exasperation as he asked around to try and figure out what was going on. It seemed like no one really knew anything. No one knew where the day security guard was or how much money the thief had grabbed before bolting. 

“Fucking useless.” He mumbled under his breath, immediately kicking himself for how much he sounded like William.

It must have only been a couple of minutes before William walked back in, though it felt much longer. Henry looked to catch Will’s eye, quickly realising that he’d failed in the pursuit both the thief and the money by the slouching of his posture and the cut above his brow. He dabbed it with the side of his hand, smearing blood on his forehead. It was a sight and a half.

“You didn’t get him?” he kept his voice cautious, not wanting to send William over the edge.

He laughed, “Course I did. Fucker hit me and jumped in a car. I will say, he were well organised.” William winced again as he touched his cut, a streak of stark red trailing down the side of his face. Henry watched the movement thoughtfully, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen William like this, though usually he wasn’t sober. There was just something about it that made him feel deeply troubled and guilty. William Afton was powerful and scary. Handsome as the devil, everyone said it and the blood on his face tickled a part of Henry that he kept close to his chest and had done for years. 

Henry sighed, “You alright?” it’s asked nonchalantly but there is a tint of kindness on it. 

“Yeah. It’s going to keep bleeding though, you know what cuts to the face are like.” He again wiped the gash, the blood darkly pretty on his fingers. 

“No, no I don’t.” He shakes his head, he had too much sense to go about getting into fights. William just laughed, Henry's judgement always amused him. But his laughter died when Henry bluntly asked, “Don’t suppose you got a licence plate or anything?”

William’s face went stony, “Shit.” he muttered, feeling a little stupid but in fairness he was busy trying to catch the guy. The two were silent for a moment, the quiet awkward between them. Thankfully, it was broken when William again spoke, the idea hitting him out of nowhere, “The cameras. It wasn’t too far from the back doors, we might be able to get the plate on them.” 

Henry nodded, “Yeah I’ll go and check with y/n.” An odd weighty feeling fills the air at the mention of your name, a bizarre and new-found knowledge on the former’s part and gross pride on the other’s. He turns but stops still, “You should uh try and see how much they took. You know, look at the tickets and-”

“Yeah, I know how to do it, mate. Jesus.” he sniggers, not moving an inch out of principle, since when the fuck did Henry give him orders.

Exhaling through his nose, the sensible owner decides not to pursue what he’d asked him to do, hoping he’d comply without an argument, though what was more likely is that Henry would have to do that himself. He heads out the main restaurant and down the staff corridor, a growing feeling of anticipation at seeing you. He’s sure neither you or William know what he did, but the fear of discovery made him tense. 

Outside the security office door, he takes a breath before knocking, hating himself for being like this, if anyone should be ashamed it’s William, but as always he’s the one compensating. 

You open the door and are greeted by the pensive expression of Mr Emily, you knew exactly what he was going to ask and had been reviewing the footage yourself already. 

“Uh hey, y/n, can you show me the footage of the incident?” You step aside and let him into the cramped space, it’s a horrible office really, no windows and the monitor casting a grainy artificial light against the viewer. He would rather have you serving on the front but you insisted this was better because you, quote, ‘don’t want to deal with all the shit out there.’ End quote. 

“Yeah, sure. I had a look…” you speak whilst getting up the recording of the robbery, “but the fella has a hood up, you can’t see anything uh identifiable.” He glances at your face and is surprised to see you smiling, as you wind it back and play the recording for him. 

Your grin is pretty contagious and makes it hard to focus on the footage, “You find this funny?” His brow is narrowed, it’s not asked nastily more curiously. 

“The thieving? No, sir.” You try to disguise your snigger as you skip it forward a few seconds, to show William pulling the waitress off his arm and booking it out the door. “It’s uh that I find funny.”

He snickers himself, god this was a shit show. “Yes, I can see why.” 

“When I clip it for the police, I’ll leave that bit out… might be hard to explain what he was trying to do there.” You watch your boss nod his approval, an understanding between you to try and keep William out of the copper’s eye-lines.  

Henry then recalls what he said about the outside footage. “What about outside? William said that we might be able to see something on the cameras round the back.” 

“Ah yeah, good idea.” You go off the restaurant recordings, and on to the outside ones. They record a little differently in blocks of footage that display in a huge camera roll, you go to the section he means but scroll down too far, clicking on the wrong block. The two of you are met with yesterday’s footage of the bins and it takes you a fair few seconds to realise. 

“Oh this is yesterday’s.” Henry says the moment he clocks on and you blink trying to read the time and date stamp. 

“Oh sorry.” you rush to go back off that recording, hitting the wrong button and instead going to the rear interior cameras in the same block. The intake of breath from Mr Emily, makes you jump. 

“Ah- no. That’s ah-” The time it takes him to speak is enough for you to gauge the reason for his reaction. Though the footage isn't brilliant you can tell it’s him standing just outside William’s office, his back to the wall. It’s too grainy to see precisely but the movement is clear and pitifully familiar to you. You look at Henry for a moment, lips pursed in confusion, then it occurs to you to look at the timestamp: yesterday around 1:30pm, you were on your ‘lunch break’ then with Will- oh sweet lord. 

“Oh my God.” you say out loud, and Henry swears that this must be what a heart attack feels like. The dawning realisation on your face left him no room to lie his way out of it, sure it was muddy but shit, you can still tell he’s wanking. A disturbed and defeated noise escaped from his throat, “Mr Emily, is that-”

“God, just turn it off.” He speaks hoarsely, a little blunter than he meant, but when he pulls the courage to look at you he sees blatant amusement on your face. 

“Like Hell I will. You saw me and Will- Mr Afton in his office yesterday?” you enquire, smirk not budging an inch. 

“Yes.'' His voice is small as his eyes flicker between you and the footage, which is now reaching its literal and metaphorical climax. Your eyes go wide as you take it in, how he bites on his hand his back lifting off the wall, fucking his fist and letting himself spill on the floor.

“And you uh-”

“Yes.” Now he looks at you, his face red before he tries to grab the mouse, futile really, you’d already seen everything. The whole vile, carnal activity. Something so beneath him, it had been on his mind all day. He internally interrogated himself as to how he didn't think about the cameras, the stupid horny bastard he was. Couldn’t wait to get back to the privacy of his office- no he didn’t want to because the sounds of his co-worker and employee screwing was what was getting him off. 

You move it out of his grasp, your eyes sharp scrutiny on his shame. “God, Mr Emily.” you giggle, a sudden giddiness surging through your veins. If you had known that he was there he could have come in and gotten a better view, the mere thought of that made arousal twitch between your legs. “Why didn’t you say anything?” you finally speak again. 

Confusion again twists his features, “What?” He looks handsome like that, you muse. 

“Do you… fancy me, Mr Emily?” A flash of something foreign crosses his face, he just looks at you until you prompt him again, “Well?”

He scoffs, “I- well, you’re attractive, yes. What do you want me to say?” His tone is tinged with disbelief, he can’t believe you’re still in here with him, talking to him, not running into the restaurant to tell William, disgust etched on your face. 

You beam, he really did, it was written on his face. Circumstantial or not, the idea of having two fit older men interested in you, burned your blood. “Then you could’ve said something… I feel guilty if you felt, you know, left out.” 

He’s so speechless he might as well be a statue, so you fill the silence again, “It’s good to know.” He’s just mesmerised by your reaction, you’re almost flirting with him, unperturbed by that god-awful footage, no, engaged by it.

“I’m sorry.” He manages finally, resisting the urge to wipe the sweat from his hands. 

“Don’t be.” You shake your head, still smiling. “I’ll sort the recordings. Check for a number plate and clip it for a report.” You slowly place a hand on his arm, stroking up and down, captivated by the effect you were having on him, you felt powerful almost. “So you don’t have to worry. You can go.” 

And he does. He leaves the room without saying a word, shell-shocked into silence. Your reaction wasn’t what he would have thought, but it still scared him because he knew he was going to be the next topic of conversation between you and William, and if he were to confront him, that heart attack probably would materialise. God, if you only knew the half of who he fancied.

~

The next time you see William, is again during your contracted hours, this time leaving the door purposely open despite his protests, a secret hope that Henry might again come down the corridor, no pun intended. You’d rode William to oblivion in his office chair, taking exactly what you wanted from the man in the form of his huge cock stretching your little hole open. 

Now you remain sat on his lap, watching his hand toy with the mess both of you had made between your legs, his fingers pushing his release back inside, thinking to himself how pretty you looked fuck open like that, full of him just how you wanted. 

“I want to talk to you.” You say through a grin, pulling his hand away and towards your lips, where you suck the mixture of the two of you from his fingers, your tongue swirling reminding him of something else you’re more than good at. A low noise from his chest at the sight makes you smile again. 

He smirks, “This is the bit where you ask me for something, huh?” 

“Nothing you won’t like.” You bite the tips of his fingers, holding them for just a moment between your teeth, making him groan. “Do you know about Mr Emily?” The second you ask it he pulls his hand away, cupping under your jaw. 

“What about him?” 

“He saw us the other day. You know on your desk.” You don’t need to jog his memory, he recalls that in explicit detail. 

“Yeah, got quite the eyeful I imagine. Looked mortified.”

“Oh my god, He didn’t tell you.” You laugh, “Not that I blame him.” adjusting yourself before sliding from his knee. You pull up your panties and then the trousers you were wearing, scanning the room for wherever the hell your shoes have gone. When you look back to him, his brow is furrowed. 

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart, what’s this about?” You can tell that despite the casualness of his tone he really wants to know and your cocky expression was grating on him already. Clearly you talking about Henry was of great interest to him. 

So you smile, taking a moment to enjoy the look on his face before giving him the story, in as much detail as you can. You describe the footage you’d found, how even through the pixels you could tell he touched himself desperately, his pace rushed either due to fear of discovery or simple greediness. You tell him how his coworker was so thoughtless as to let his release fall on the floor, and dirty enough to leave it there. 

William looked at you with a grin, he could taste the second-hand embarrassment on his partner's behalf, thinking to himself that Henry must feel like shit right now. When you finish with some clear glee on your face he chuckles, “Dirty bastard.” He paused, an expression flashing across his face that you’d never seen before. “...Did he delete the footage?”

You laugh, “Why? You want to see it?” You half expected his face to fall at that accusation but a grin just cut wide on his face. “I deleted it.” you shoot him down.

“Well then, that’s a wasted opportunity. You never know when that kind of thing can be of use.” He spoke whilst standing up, pulling the lever under his chair up to return it to the height he needed it, not the one you did to ride him. He moved to begin sorting his desk out but his hands stuttered, not sure where to even begin with how behind on work he was. 

“Cold, Afton.” You grin. “You didn’t actually let me finish.” That caught his attention again and he turned to face you, leaning back on his desk before gesturing at you to continue. 

“I said I deleted it. Only fair, I wouldn’t want Mr Emily to feel… slighted.” You sigh, watching him look at you expectantly. You make him wait a fair while before you dig in your back pocket and clack a USB down on the desk next to him. The blooming smile on his face motivates you to ask him for a ‘favour’. 

Clearly there is something of a tension between the two co-owners. And that can be toxic to a business’ success. Though that’s probably not the real reason for you wanting to relieve it.

William moves to pick it up, but you quickly snatch it from the table, holding it between two fingers you drag it up under his chin. “You can have it… for whatever pervers reasons you really want it.”

“But?”

The saccharine look on your face as you speak is like hypnotism at its finest. “I like the idea of two men wanting me. Like I really like it.” you draw out your words for maximum effect.

He tilts his head back in laughter, “Of course you do.”

You’re not entirely happy with the implications of that. “Hey, at least I’m brave enough to ask for what I want.” 

“And you want to fuck him?” The words are quick and harsh off his tongue. “And you’re what, asking for my permission?” 

A short laugh escapes you. “No. But I do want to fuck him. But I don’t want to make you jealous, so maybe there’s a middle ground. If you get me?” He evidently does, judging by that delicious pinch between his brows. For a moment you think you’ve pushed things a little too far, maybe hit a nerve even, so you just blink at him prettily, hoping that that will nudge him in the direction you want. 

Finally, he sniggers, “... You’re asking me… If I will tag-team you. With a bloke I've known for nearly twenty years?” He laughs incredulously before running his tongue over his teeth. The emphasis of the last part makes you resign yourself to the no, you think you’re about to hear.

“Uh yeah..?” Your tone is as cautious as you can make it, whilst your eyes rake over his face for some read of his opinion on the matter. 

But he just leaves you hanging, sniggering away. Clearly he’s made a decision and you won’t get to know until he thinks you need to. 

~

Later that evening after grabbing his old and dusty but trusty jacket off the hook in his office, Henry checks the pocket for his car keys and wallet. Sighing as the events of the day caught up to him, he finally clocks off just after 11pm, and he’s more than ready to fall into bed. 

He pokes his head around the door of William’s office just to give him the polite goodnight that was expected but is greeted by pitch black emptiness. He tries not to be pissed off that the bastard has gone home already and left him working away without a word exchanged. But it's largely unsuccessful, and he finds himself huffing and puffing as he goes to the front of the building to check everythings been locked up properly.

The restaurant always hits different after hours, an unacquainted person would probably find it creepy what with the children’s play area all shrouded in darkness and the curtains drawn on the stage blowing just a little from the ventilation. Hell, he was beginning to find it unnerving himself. 

The interior doors were locked and bolted and the shutters were down, making this whole thing a little pointless, but if he hadn’t checked he’d be halfway home itching with uncertainty. Especially with the robbery that just happened. 

“You know you could have just checked from outside?” A voice says in the dark of the restaurant, making Henry turn like a gunshot towards it. It takes him a minute in his surprise to clap his eyes on William sitting in a corner booth with his feet on the table. In the complete fucking dark. 

“Jesus, William.” He snaps, moving to the wall to flick the lights back on. When he does, the lurker winces in the bright artificial light. “What are you doing?” 

In response, he slides a bottle of whiskey across the table, one that he’d drunk nearly half of already. “Drinking.” His words are a little slurred so he clears his throat. “Drink with me, Henry.” 

Henry scoffs, “Drinking alone in the dark. New low, even for you.” 

Cackling, William puts his hand over his heart, “Ouch. Well, I'm not alone now, am I? Sit down.” He gestures in line with his words, nodding towards the other side of the booth. 

“It’s late, I should-” He begins his protest but is immediately cut off by an overexaggerated reaction from his counterpart. 

“Oh for the love of god, man. Fucking sit down.” He rolls his eyes, still not moving his feet from the table, even when Henry obeys and sits down opposite him. In Henry’s experience it’s best not to argue with William when he’s half-cut, the man could be persuasive, bordering on naggy.  

It’s only when he’s already sat down that he realises the drunk has only got one glass, he pours it for Henry and then takes a swig directly from the bottle. 

“Thought you were saving this for a special occasion?” He asks, twisting the bottle to read the label and humming approval to himself that this was good shit. Truth be told he hasn’t drunk with William for what must be a couple of years, so this proposal mixed with his posh whiskey stank of an ulterior motive. 

“I’m sick of looking at it.” He answered, slowly leaning his head backwards to rest it against the wall and close his eyes. Henry watched the movement over the brim of his glass. He spent many years working with this man, but it only dawned on him once in a while how handsome he was. Not a hallmark prince kind of handsome, but in a rugged, sleazy, scary sort of way, no wonder you’d trotted so happily to bed with him- or rather to his office on your lunch break. He almost laughed as that thought occurred to him. God, he was jealous, and he hated himself for it. 

Suddenly, William shook his head and sat up straighter. “Fuck, I’m nearly mortal.” He snickered, before taking another swig from the bottle, then pouring more in Henry's glass. "Away, mate. You've got catching up to do." 

Although he tried, Henry would have needed another bottle to make it to William’s level of pissed. Still though, a little over an hour later his head was swimming and even just sitting in this booth was testing his balance. 

He shifts in his place, instantly regretting it “Shit. God… I need to stop. Gonna fucki-” He felt like he was going to hit the deck, yet William seemed to have gone the other way, leaning with his head in his hands giggling at nothing. 

“Language, Emily!” He chastised, “Never known you to have such a dirty mouth.” Looking over at the other man, William could tell he’d drunk well too much. He never could handle it that well, it showed immediately in his eyes, that kind of glassy look that was undeniably due to intoxication; many times the two of them had gotten denied service from pubs for exactly that reason. 

His words made Henry look up properly, a bit taken aback by his coworker. Obviously, he was joking, hardly a sentence from William could go by without some flavour of profanity, but that ‘dirty mouth’ comment was like ice down his spine. He said something like that to you when he eavesdropped on the two of you, in such a darkly aroused way that it stuck with him, practically haunting him. “Just shut up, man.” He mumbled, unhappy with the half a smile crossing his face.

William scoffed, leaning forward across the table to snatch the glasses off Henry’s face. He tried to grab them back, but as always, Will was too quick. 

“What the hell are you-”

He laughed, putting the glasses on himself and blinking quickly in pantomime, “God, you’re really fucking blind, huh?” 

Unable to stop himself from smiling, Henry leans to again try and take them back. He's met with William tilting his head to allow him to pluck them from his face, chuckling like a schoolboy. 

Henry feels his face heat up more than he would have liked. “Yeah, that’s why I wear them. Fuck’s sake.” 

“I forgot you’re so moody on the drink, lighten up, dickhead.”

For a moment Henry just laughed in disbelief, thinking to himself that he can’t be serious. “At least it’s only when I’m drinking, you’re a stormy bastard all the time.” Will’s eyebrows raised in response, he didn’t have a lot to say to that, largely because it’s true. His mood could sway the whole staff’s, his bad day was everyone’s problem, most of all Henry’s. 

William hummed for a beat, taking the time to think if he really wanted to say what he was about to. Your words from earlier echoing in his mind. “You’re right, you know.” He smirked then, a proper conniving expression that almost bordered on sinister. “I’ll have to make it up to you then… Call in on me tomorrow. I have something for you.” 

~

And now is the waiting game. Your shift went relatively quickly and painlessly. Bookings have been strictly limited after yesterday's fiasco that led to the thief digging around the cash register, so it was almost quiet. And now you sit on your boss’s very familiar knee, practically vibrating with excitement. You lean your head back to rest on his shoulder, slowly grinding your hips back and forth on his lap, knowing how much it wound him up. 

“You really can’t wait, can you?” His voice is low and teasing like always, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tap against the top of the desk: he’s nervous. 

You smile, “What? I’m excited.” You roll your hip particularly hard, pleasure jolts through your system when you feel that William is pretty excited himself. “I can’t believe he agreed to this. I’ve always wanted to have two blokes fight over me.” You punctuate your point by pressing your lips against the underside of his jaw. 

He snickers from just above you, “Can I tell you something?” A large hand comes up from your ribs to grab a handful of your breast which you arch your back into. “He didn’t exactly agree.” The second the sentence leaves him, you sit upright, turning to face him. 

Your eyes narrow. “What are you saying?” 

“I told him I have something for him, not that-” Your scoffing cuts him off .

“You- he doesn’t know that I’m here to… You’re such a fucking arsehole!” You could almost hit him, if Henry has no idea what this is all about, it’s not going to happen is it? Disappointment courses through you. “I can’t believe you-” You go to stand and grab your shit and leave, but he catches your hips and pulls you back down on top of him. 

He holds you firm, just grinning at the angry line between your brows. “Calm down, sweetheart. Alright? Just bat your eyes at him like you’re so good at and you’ll get what you want.”

Just as you open your mouth to give Will your grievances, the two of you hear polite knocking from the office door which then slowly cracks open showing a tentative looking Henry. 

The second he claps eyes on not only William but you too, the man feels anxiety prickle all over him as a million thoughts cross his mind. Seriously, what the fuck is this? Some kind of gang up on Henry, make him feel like shit for what he did the other day, situation? Fuck, the shame around him was not only tangible but so thick it was practically visible. 

But not wanting to draw attention to his hallway activity, he elects for a “Oh hey, y/n.” Before he focuses his gaze on William, “What is this then?” 

He laughs, “I said I had something for you…” William then takes his hands off your hips, freeing you to move as you’d like. But before you do, he whispers something unintelligible to Henry in your ear. Something that makes the hard line of your mouth soften considerably. 

“Well, love. You still want to play?” The words caress your skin and it dawns on you that you do. Fuck, you really want to play. And you’ve already gone to all this effort… it would be a shame to waste such an opportunity. You nod at William and slide off his lap, then walking over to Henry who still stood awkwardly a pace away from the door. 

You walk right up to him, standing a little too close to him, so close he feels an automatic blush spread across his cheeks. “I uh…” you begin but falter immediately. The confusion on his face was crystal clear. “I can’t get that image of you out of my head. You know, the footage?... I think I enjoyed that more than a normal person should. I thought maybe we could have some fun- if that’s what you want, obviously.” You keep your voice down instinctively, maybe hoping internally it’d be out of William’s earshot. 

He killed that thought with, “Careful, y/n. His glasses will steam up.” The cockiness coating the words made the other man scowl, which in turn just made Will laugh. 

“Shut it, Will.” You interject, your eyes not moving from Henry as you read him for reaction. 

“...This really isn’t a good idea.” He speaks slowly, voice cracking on the first word, making him have to clear his throat to continue. This was baffling, and he couldn’t tell if it was some sick joke between you and William, something designed to cripple him emotionally. But looking closer, from your small smile to his set jaw made him think that maybe, maybe this was a real proposal. 

“Respectfully,” you take another step forward, so close to Henry that you could smell his aftershave. “I disagree.” Your hand rises up to rest on his chest, a finger prying under the lapel of his jacket.  

He chuckles in complete disbelief, flicking his eyes over to William, who still sat cock-sure as hell in his office chair.  “Don’t look at me, mate. This is all her.” He waves a calculatedly dismissive hand as he speaks, trying to disguise the tension he was wrapped in.   

“Yeah but…” The words fail Henry when you continue touching him, stroking his chest in just the right way to get the physical reaction from him that you wanted. “If I do something, are you going to rough me up?” He attempts some level of nonchalance, but it doesn’t carry at all. 

William sniggers then, “I think she’ll do a good enough job of that on her own.” You giggle, curling your fingers under the lapel and pulling Henry so close that your lips are only an inch away from his making him groan slightly. 

“So what do you say, Henry?” You breathe, already knowing the answer but wanting to make sure that this is something that he wanted. He doesn’t respond verbally, only closing the gap between the two of you with a surprisingly firm kiss. You reciprocate, excitement bubbling in your core, this was insane, not only was it two handsome men here with you at once, but both your bosses, this was certainly going to bollocks up your professional relationships. 

You take both Henry’s hands and place them on your hips, giving him all the cues to deepen this kiss, which he does by sliding his tongue into your mouth and twirling it alongside yours. You let out a light moan, if he kept hitting you with all these surprises this was going to be even more fun than you initially thought. When you press yourself flush against him, it strikes him out of nowhere that this is real, you, pretty little you, were kissing him, pressing against him hungrily, eager for him. It excites him enough for his hands to rake over you, one cupping your tit and the other pinching your arse in such a way that makes you briefly rise to your toes. 

You mouth the word ‘fuck’ against his lips before he puls away slightly and buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing along your skin until he found your sweet spot. Your hand tangles itself in his hair, encouraging him to keep pulling these cute noises from you. One particularly pretty gasp for you makes him look up, instantly catching William’s eye, his stomach twisting when he sees him chuckling and shaking his head. You grab under his chin, forcing him to put his attention back on you. 

You look over your shoulder, “Have you got a confused jealousy boner, Will?” 

He laughs at your meanness, “If I have to watch, at least put on a show.” You grin before turning back to Henry, intending to follow his advice. You lightly push Henry back until his back catches a side table, there you trail your hand down his body before taking the tent in his trousers in your hand, making him groan again, the sound vibrating through his chest. 

You begin to stroke him slowly over the fabric, grinning up at him, “Fuck, that security footage was so hot, Henry.” You bite your bottom lip and he swears he’s going to melt. “Will you show me in person?”

You feel his cock twitch and it spurs on the wetness now seeping between your legs and collecting in your panties. His hands replace yours, moving to slowly undo his belt, the clinking sound all too revealing, then his fly underneath. You dive in then, helping him pull his trousers down. Flicking your gaze between his eyes and his cock, you trail your finger over the bulge, stopping just at the waistband of his boxers and making him wait in anticipation before you hook your fingers under the fabric and pull them down, letting his hardness spring between your bodies. 

The look on your face is so damn dirty, your pupils so huge that he just blinks at you, gasping when you grab hold of him, feeling his length. He’s thick and you just know he’s going to feel so fucking right inside you. Spitting in your hand, you start a slow pace of stroking him, all teasing, really making him feel every little thing you give him, his twisting expression motivating you to keep it nice and easy. 

“This enough of a show for you?” You say to William, and Henry turns to look at him like he forgot he’s there. 

“Please, sweetheart. I know you can do better than that.” He makes a point of looking the two of you up and down before glancing at Henry and flashing the most wolfish smirk going, making his stomach twist with something absolutely filthy. 

William watches as you grin, his hand taking hold of himself over his trousers. You look such a pretty thing sliding down to your knees, still pumping Henry, though now it was becoming a more substantial pace. His breath audibly hitched when he looked down at the sight of you stroking his cock like that, looking so needy for it. You open your mouth, placing the head of his cock on your tongue for a moment before wrapping your lips around him. You suck him just as tantalisingly, hollowing your cheeks to take as much of him as you could, working your tongue perfectly on the underside of his length. His head was completely empty, soft grunts escaping him when you took him deep in your throat. How the fuck was this even happening? How the fuck was William okay with it? 

From across the room, you both hear the shifting of him standing up, your eyes move to what you could see of him in your peripheral but you don’t stop, if anything you start bobbing your head with more gusto, your hands taking his base and softly stroking him to your rhythm. Henry just stares at William, his hands white knuckling against the table in an effort not to cry out- god, you’re too fucking good at this. No wonder he’s so fond of you. 

William stands behind you, his frame casting an imposing shadow over you on the floor, you can’t help but smile- well, smile as much as you can. He looks between the two of you, watching you give Henry probably the best blowjob of his life, before looking back to Henry’s reddened face, he could tell he’s biting the inside of his cheek, which makes him snigger. He grabs hold of your hair, taking a firm grip of it and following your movement. 

Henry moans and the shame that accompanies it is almost instant. What the hell was he doing? His scrutiny was fucking awful and maybe would’ve made him want to stop, if you weren’t taking him so well. 

“She’s such a good girl, huh?” His voice makes your skin pucker with goosebumps, fuck he sounds so good when he’s horny. 

Henry would have agreed, but all words are absent when Will uses your hair to control your movement. A sudden emerging urge to hear what kind of sounds Henry can make taking over him. You moan, hand reaching in reflex around his wrist, though you let him do as he wishes. He pushed your head further down on Henry’s cock, making tears spring at the corners of your eyes. And then moves you back and forth, forcing you to keep up with it. Something about it is so dirty you can’t help but shift your position so your pussy is rubbing against your heel, the small sensation absolute bliss.   

William catches on quickly and pulls your head back so Henry’s cock pops lewdly from your mouth. You speak immediately, your voice breathy, “Feeling left out?” 

Henry watches in something close to awe as William tilts your head all the way back so you’re looking up at him, his finger rubbing over your lips, the smirk on his face mean. “I agreed to share, not witness.” He leans down and pulls your shirt up, somehow managing to manoeuvre it over your head easily, despite the carnage. He waits, unsure of what to do, his cock glistening with your spit when he takes it in his hand, looking to see your bra being unhooked and the sight of your perfect tits. 

William hooks under your arms and lifts you up, in quite the show of strength, onto the side table. You giggle, “You’re not very good at sharing then.” as you look between the two men, your legs spreading automatically to let William pull your trousers off, your wet panties exposed, he runs his fingers over the damp fabric eliciting a pleased sound from both you and Henry who now touched himself at the view in front of him. 

“You really liked sucking his dick, didn’t you?” His tone is all mocking, though you pick up on a hint of something else. You just nod and lift your hips up against his hand, he obeys your silent ask, quickly sliding your knickers down to your knees and placing his thumb on that needy clit of yours. He gives you just what you need, drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, glancing at Henry whilst he does so, catching his gaze as it flicks from somewhere else, embarrassment written on his face.   

He shakes his head at him before placing his hands on your thighs to keep you open for him as he bends down and replaces the stimulation with his tongue. You grab him instantly, and your want for him makes Henry stroke his cock again, he almost wants to laugh at this attempt to show off, but there’s no denying the look on your face as you roll your hips against him, incoherent moans fleeing your lips. Clearly, William is good at that because when he adjusts his position to press his fingers inside you, you cry out, the sound insanely pornographic. He presses his digits inside you just right, playing you like a fucking violin and you’re close, just the sight of Henry watching could have got you there, but the angle of his fingers pressed against the part of you that made coming undone inevitable. 

William grunts into your pussy, when your hand in his hair lets him know you’re going to cum. You’re a bad one for that, grabbing onto him in your fretful wave, when you’re scared he’s not going to let you get there, his back is covered in scratches from you for precisely that reason. He grabs at himself, palming his erection to the rhythm of your noises and not entirely succeeding. Henry notices immediately, unable to decide what he wants to watch more, you gagging for it, begging to cum, or Will getting off on it.

“Fuck. Will, please.” You choke out, the fucking of his fingers shoving you closer and closer to your end, so quick its near unbearable. He doesn’t stop, curling his fingers more to get you there, still sucking mercilessly on your clit. It hits you hard, your back arching as you cum, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers, fluttering in such a way that it makes it impossible not to bust inside you.

William pulls away from you when your waves begin to die out, to enjoy the sight of you, grinning when he sees Henry looking ragged. 

You see it too, the furrowed brow, sweat lingering on his forehead showing that he’d enjoyed that nearly as much as you had, edging himself helplessly to your pleasure. You can see the precum leaking from his tip and even though you’ve just cum you want more. You want to make him cry. 

“Henry…” The second you say his name he quivers, he remembers your voice sounding like that from before, but the glazed over, fucked out look on your face is new. “Can you fuck me?” You’re sitting up on the table as you speak, your cunt flushed and shining. And you certainly don’t need to ask twice. 

You stand and push him down so he’s sitting in William’s chair, not missing the pissed off look on Will’s face that screams ‘what about me?’.

You straddle Henry facing out towards William, blinking pretty at him whilst rubbing your slick pussy against the other’s cock. Hoping he gets the practicality of this position. Reading your mind, he steps forward, taking your chin in his grip as his foot reaches under the chair to push the lever up, causing you and Henry to drop down roughly to a much more useful height. Henry moans, the jolting movement making him drag against your cunt in the most desperate way. 

It’s not long before you’re lost in the obliteration of two fellas at once. Henry’s thick cock deep inside you, stretching you around him. His hands cup under your behind to give him the space he needs to fuck up into you. You’re whining from it, loving the feeling of his pace, or you would be, if not for your lips being wrapped around William’s cock stifling the sound.

If anyone was outside the door in the former's previous position, they might fall victim to the same impulse he did. The lewd sounds of one using your mouth like his fucktoy and the other fucking out your dripping pussy, no doubt very obvious. As is the mixture of grunts and moans. You can't help but be so thankful for coming across that footage.

[onestormeynight]

Apologies

Several weeks had passed since Billie had confessed to Rosie. She hadn't attempted more than once text in that time, knowing how her best friend needed space when she was fuming. Eventually she was having a particularly down day and missed Rosie with a terrible ache.

<<i miss u>>

She didn't expect a response. If she did get one, she was expecting to have Rosie reach through the screen of the phone and tear Billie's face from her skull. She didn't deserve a response after what she did.

Which was why she was thrilled to receive three little letters.

<<OMW>>

Billie met Rosie on the porch. They stared at each other for a few moments. The hormones made it difficult for Billie to resist tearing up. Rosie was looking at the house with a mixture of feelings running across her face. Eventually they made eye contact.

"Hey," Rosie said.

"Hey."

There was silence again. Billie gestured at the front door. "Do you want to come in? It's getting hard for me to stand for long periods."

Rosie nodded and followed her into the house. It was weird to see; in some ways it looked exactly the way her mother had left it. In others, it was very much Billie's aesthetic. She saw Billie had kept most of Penny's garden blooming.

"I hired a gardener," Billie said. "I can't keep them alive, but they should still be tended. For Penny."

"You never did like getting your hands dirty."

"I still don't. I pay a lot for these nails and I'm not going to jack them up acting like I live in the forest."

Rosie sat down on the couch next to Billie. There was another awkward silence. Rosie was starting to regret coming over. Seeing Billie's stomach made her uncomfortable with a messy bag of feelings. She was happy for her friend to experience motherhood, but wanted to slap her still for her choice in baby daddy. On the other hand, she had seen them together; they were truly happy. Billie, who always had her head on a swivel for the next cute boy, had eyes finally for only one person.

"I know you don't want to hear it," Billie started. "But I need to say it again. I'm really, truly sorry, Rosalie. I really am. It really was just a good time at first and I knew you wouldn't care if we were partying together. That's not a betrayal. But I should have told you the second it got physical and I didn't. It's the biggest regret of my life, you have to believe me." Her voice was cracking and choking up, but she powered through her speech anyways.

"I have never been more sorry in my life. It kills me that I hurt you this bad. I would take it back if I could. I miss you. I miss my best friend."

Rosie's face was hard to read. Billie was shaking with nerves.

"Do you actually love him?" Rosie asked coolly. "This isn't just another one of your whims? Is Sam Mr. Monday?"

Billie shook her head. "No, he's Mr. Everyday. I do love him. I don't want to, but I do. Your brother is kind and gentle and forgiving. He listens. I'd be happy to marry him."

"If I asked you to break up, would you? Would you choose me over him?"

"Would you really ask that of me? I would. God, I hate this, but I would. If you really asked me to."

Rosie was quiet again, weighing everything her friend had said to her. They had been friends for literal decades with no fights. They barely had tiffs when they lived together. From the very first day they met in grade school, Billie had been on her side, had been her ride or die person. She made a huge mistake, but it was the only one in forty years of friendship.

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"I forgive you."

Billie burst into tears, covering her face and grumbling about hormones and how sorry she was still. Rosie hugged her close while the emotions died down. She even shed a few tears herself.

"Never again, though," Rosie said. "Don't you ever betray me like that again, Billie Jang. Now, let me feel that baby."

Billie sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I literally can't understand how you carried two of these things at once. One is bad enough."

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 9 Nutcracker (Chucky-Doll version)

Day 9 brings for the first time ever a fic about the doll version of Charles Lee Ray, bear with me on this everyone lol

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluffy, No specific descriptions or pronouns for reader used. Doll, just doll, nothing weird happens but if you don't like that this isn't the fic for you.

"You know, you're like the size of one of those nutcrackers now"

"Jesus Christ, why the fuck did I think coming here was a good idea?"

"Oh c'mon Chuck, you love me. Plus would you rather be here with me or with Tiffany?"

"I'd rather be actually in fucking hell then with either of you if I'm honest"

"You're such a stick in the mud, Nutcracker"

You grinned at the doll standing on the side opposite side of your bed as you. He had shown up a few days prior and it took you a minute to realize your former serial killer boyfriend was now inside the doll. Apparently some voodoo magic or something along those lines had happened to get him in the doll but you really didn't care.

"I. Am. Not. A. Fucking. Nutcracker."

"I didn't say you were, I said you were the size of one"

He rolled his eyes but sat down beside you. The tv in your bedroom was playing some cheesy love story Christmas movie on it that neither of you were really paying attention to.

"Do you like...need to eat?"

"What?"

He asked unimpressed.

"Do you need to eat? Like you're a doll now but do you still get hungry"

"Look doll, I've only been a doll for like a week now, I haven't even figured most of this shit out"

"Well if it's been a week and you haven't felt hungry or eaten maybe the answer is no"

"I mean I guess babe sure-"

'You are really the size of a nutcracker though"

"If you mention a nutcracker one more fucking time"

"I'm sorry chuck!, you're just so cute and portable now. I can get one of those baby carriers and carry you around in it"

"No. No baby carrier"

"Oh c'mon! I can carry you to victims houses and everything."

He gave a grunt in response and you could HEAR the eyeroll he gave you from his place next to you on your bed. Just because Chucky was a doll now, that didn't mean he was immune to your teasing.

"Ya know somethin' chuck?"

You asked much quieter as you turned in bed to face his small figure.

"What doll?"

"I'm happy you came to find me instead of Tiffany"

"Really doll? and what would of happened if I would've found Tiff first instead. Would you have been jealous?"

He asked in a cocky tone, you knew he was teasing you.

"Fuck you Chuck, you do look like a nutcracker"

You said turning around in the bed to turn the bedside lamp off. You heard him let out an offended gasp.

"I'm not a fuckin nutcracker!"

He exclaimed but joined you in laying all the way down.

"Sure you aren't Chuck"

You teased one more time as you lulled off into sleep. The next morning you awoke before Chucky and decided to go run some errands and maybe get a little payback for him accusing you of being jealous of Tiffany....which you totally weren't...of course not.

You were down in the kitchen, making breakfast for you and Chucky until you heard a yell come from the bedroom.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm not a goddamn nutcrack!"

Chucky apparently liked the nutcracker clothes you had bought him when you went to the store, maybe even better then his good guy doll overalls. You grinned to yourself, maybe one day you would convince him to transfer his spirit into an actual nutcracker for the holidays.

[itsmebytch001]

Aaron being single and all gets the attention of a few ladies around the area. They know he has a daughter. They all be like ‘I’ll be her mommy for him’.

When said women start dating Aaron they barely last a week because y/n scares them away.

Aaron notices and is kinda proud of his daughter being overprotective of him.

She would do pranks like flour in hair dryer, ballon dropped on head full of glue and glitter, laxative in food.

She would act all good girl in front of her dad but when he turns his back it’s game over.

(I Love this one!)

Aaron was lonely, He a man pushing 45 was single with his daughter as his main company, and though he loved you pices the company of a 10 year old can only be tolerated so long, and it wasn't like he wasn't attracting women it was just they never stayed more than a week, and after Diana he simply wasn't willing to put himself through all that again.

Women thought highly of him for being a competent single Dad and thought that you needed a Mommy, and sure you wanted a Mommy, but you could feel that these women didn't really care about you, you were just a stepping stone to Aaron. And you weren't having it.

The first was Linda who was warded off by your posioning of the food with laxitives, sure she could never prove it, but it was you.

The second was Mira scared off by a can of hair spray and a lighter.

The third was Tiff who was a germaphobe, so you being the normal child you were found a dead rat, came home to find her sitting on the couch, and threw it at her.

Of course Aaron didn't know about these events, if he had he would chastise you, but from his perspective he simply could not keep a woman.

Aaron: "I don't know what wrong? Am I just past my prime?"

Jeff: "I mean yeah, your 45"

Aaron: "I know I know, but It's like I got some lady I see once of twice and once I bring her home, she's gone"

Jeff: "You think it's the house?"

Aaron: "What is wrong with my house?!"

Jeff: "I don't know, it might spook her off"

Aaron: "There is nothing wrong with my home, and besides what would you know, you haven't been in the game for 10 years now you got Rio"

Jeff: "Yeah...I am lucky aren't I"

Aaron: "Ay! Keep your mind on one thing!"

Jeff: "Do you think...maybe it's Y/n?"

Aaron: "What do you mean?"

Jeff: "Sometimes when you aren't around she starts acting a menace"

Aaron: "Ha, your lying"

Jeff: "No man seriously, Miles says she's running a gum black market at school, dealing it out her piece for pocket change"

Aaron: "Come on man that's harmless"

Jeff: "MULTIPLE times I've had teachers come up and tell me how Y/n's been caught stealing from the school"

Aaron: "Oh really? And what she stealing?"

Jeff: "Paint, markers, a stapler, a chair"

Aaron: "If any of this is true, why haven't been told?"

Jeff: "Because all the teachers are to busy fawning over you! I'm telling you man Y/n is a little devil"

Aaron: "I think you and I are talkin bout different people" He rolls his eyes, but later in the day he can't stop thinking about what Jeff said, were you a different person when he was gone?

So he started watching you a little more, some would call it stalking, but is it really stalking if it's your own daughter? So he found himself observing you from across the road of Brooklyn Middle, and just as Jeff said, handing out bits on gum, and being handed change, but that was just small, kids stuff right? And he was proud that you were only ten and already a hustler, but were you also a thief?

That Friday Once school ended and he was waiting for you outside the gate having you rush over to him come home time noticed you were struggling to carry along your bag.

Aaron: "You want to me to carry that for you?"

Y/n: "No, It's fine"

Aaron: "You sure? it looks heavy"

Y/n: "Really Pa I'm good"

Suspicious

Later that night Aaron found himself sifting through your bag, only at the bottom to find a selcection of books, that weren't yours? He took out the books and placed them on the dinner table and waited for Saturday morning to confront you, and come Saturday morning you emerged from your room with tired little eyes to see your school bag had been emptied onto the table, and your stolen books had been found.

Aaron: "explain yourself"

Y/n: "Uhhhhh....Those are Floras...she asked me to hold them for her"

Damm she's a bad lair.

Aaron: "Y/n, This" He held up a thick textbook. "Is a Arabic language revision book"

Y/n: "Yeah?"

Aaron: "Flora dose not speak Arabic, if your going to lie to me least have it be consistent"

Y/n: "You don't Know she might" Your Dad raised an eyebrow at you, where you really going to try spin this?

Aaron: "get back in your room"

Y/n: "What?"

Aaron: "get back to your room, now, you can come out when your ready to tell me the truth"

Y/n: "Bu-"

Aaron: "Back! Now"

Y/n: "Fine! Whatever"

Aaron: "Don't whatever me young lady!"

It had been two hours now and still neither of you were budging, your Dad would pop in your room and ask 'You ready to talk?' To wtich he had met radio silence from you and a blank stare.

And he thought to maybe call some of his old flings, as them how they were, catch up.

Calling Mira...

ring

ring

Mira: "What do you want?"

Aaron: "Hii Mira...I know it's been awhile since we last tak-"

Mira: "What do you want Aaron?"

Aaron: "I was just wondering if you'd like to come round and have dinner, we could catch up"

Mira: "You still got that daughter of yours?"

Aaron: "uh Yes?"

Mira: "I am not gonna put my self round that psychotic little girl of yours-"

Aaron: "Excuse me?"

Mira: "Good bye Aaron, Don't be calling me again til you get rid of that thing!"

Aaron: "The Fuc-"

Call ended

Calling Tiff

ring

ring

Tiff: "You got alot of nerve calling me Aaron"

Aaron: "you just picked up and you already mad?"

Tiff: "What do you want?""

Aaron: "Damm, you are you so mad?"

Tiff: "Your child threw a dead animal at me"

Aaron: "Sorry, what?"

Tiff: "Did I stutter?"

Call ended

Aaron didn't need to call Linda to see a pattern forming, you were a diffrent person when he turned his back...but what now? He knew you were stealing things you simply didn't need, and throwing dead animals at people and scaring off all the women, he re entered your room.

Aaron: "Y/n"

Y/n: "Yes?"

Aaron: "You gonna tell me why I just got off the phone with Tiff, and she told me you threw a dead animal at her?"

...

Aaron: "Well did you?"

Y/n: "...No"

Aaron: "Don't lie to me girl I leave you at Auntie Rio's house and we both know how that gose If I tell her what you've been doing"

Y/n: "...maybe "

Aaron: "WHY?!"

Y/n: "Because...just because?"

Aaron: "Just because? Your gonna have to come up with a better answer than that before I start meting dolls"

Y/n: "Melt them...Mom will just buy me more"

Aaron: "Well Maybe You'd just like to live with Diana wouldn't you?"

Y/n: "Maybe I would"

Aaron: "Really? Really you wanna go stay with your Mom?"

Y/n: "Maybe I DO!"

Aaron: "Fine, start packing a bag because you ain't living here no more"

Y/n: "FINE"

Aaron: "FINE!" He slammed the door, realising he, a grown man pushing 40 had just stepped down to the level of his 10 year old, he heard rummaging coming from your room only for you to burst out the door with a suitcase ready to leave.

Y/n: "I'm ready, when do we leave?"

...

Aaron: "I-Baby I was kidding-"

Y/n: "Well I wasn't, I wanna stay with Mom"

Aaron: "...Well I'm not gonna shofer you there"

Y/n: "Fine, I'll go there myself" You declared as you went to make your dramatic exit, Aaron thought you were just pulling a stunt, you would drop the bag and aplogise, until he saw you turn the knob and begin to step out.

Aaron: "NOPE" He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and hoisted you up into the air and you flinged yourself around trying to get free.

Y/n: "PUT ME DOWN!!"

Aaron: "I did not fight for majority custody just for you to throw it back in my face!" He yelled as he plopped you back into your room shutting the door on you and keeping your packed bag, holding the door closed as you hit it with your tiny 10 year old fists.

Y/n: "LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!"

Aaron: "You keep yellin your just staying in there longer!"

GIVE ME MORE SUGGESTIONS!!!

[curvylizzie]

I’m massive

It all started about 7 months ago. It was so sudden too! This 6’7 guy and I hooked up at a party in college, after a hot night of sex with petty much a giant I never saw him again. This asshole…. After a month or so I realized my period was late. It’s never late. I went directly to the nearest pharmacy. I was so nervous that I had to stop for some fast food. What kind? The greasiest, most filling, most oily burgers In town. Either way, I bought a pregnancy test and sure enough.. I was pregnant… me, Tiffany… the 4’9 girl with black hair, always dressed in nice cardigans and tank tops, with jeans and my books in my hands. I was pregnant with the baby of a 6’7 giant dude… who knows what kind of bay he was!! I was so sure I was gonna become huge! This guy was probably some sort of 15lbs mega baby! And now I’m growing his offspring inside me! it was surreal! What was the next thing I did? I ordered a pizza, an Xlarge extra cheese extra peperoni pizza to go for myself. I tend to eat a lot in stressful situations and I knew this was not gonna be easy.

I called my bestie, jessie. For all I knew she was the only person there for me now

“Hey jessie…”

“Hey tiff, what’s up?”

“Can we... meet up at my house? I gotta tell you something.”

“Sure sweetie, Ill be there at 6 after work”

What was I going to do! I drove home and simply sat on the couch while eating my pizza. I kept thinking about this super baby growing inside me… oh fuck what if it was twins!!!! Can I even carry 2 15-pound babies!?

The thoughts kept racing through my head and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.. I’m 4’9! I’m gonna look huge before my third trimester! What the hell!

As I finished the pizza, the door rang. It was jessie. I got up from my seat, I was stuffed at the time I remember. Every thought in my mind was pointing at the fact that I’m gonna become huge

“j-jessie..”

“tiff what’s wrong? You’re scaring me”

“come on in..”

We both sat on the couch, and I had in my hand the pregnancy test and showed it to her

“omg sweetie! You’re pregnant?!”

“y-yeah…”

“who’s the father?”

“remember Sean? The guy I hooked up last month with?”

“the giant dude? The one that could probably pick you up with his hands?”

“yeah….”

“omg…. Well..holy… shit…”

I nodded, she’s right… I don’t even know if I’ll b able to birth them properly! They might have to open me. Although there is something I won’t be able to deny for long. I’m about to get absolutely massive.

I didn’t even know how I was gonna deal with it. And what if they were twins?! What would happen if I was growing this giant’s super babies?! Fuck!! I’m only a short girl!

My fear wasn’t without reason, the next few weeks I noticed my bump growing, and not at a slow rate. After only 3 weeks I was already showing a small bump. When I went for my first ultra sound after only 2 months, I was already having trouble fitting in my clothes. The baby inside me kept me constantly hungry too so eating was a must. I probably kept stuffing myself for those 2 months every day. I know more than half of the weight I put on was not baby weight.

“nnnngh!! Get. Pass. My. Giant. Butt you stupid jeans!!! Nnghphh…” getting my favorites jeans to fit was a constant struggle, my thighs had become huge. A single one was as thick as both my skinny thighs together.

“come onnnnnnn… why won’t this shirt cover me!!!” my belly was getting amazingly big every day. My shirts were barely able to cover me past my belly button and still my underbelly would be in the wide open. I was fast becoming a pregnant cow eating a sandwich while waddling down the street.

My second ultra sound was the big one. It’s where I found out something I was suspecting after a few months.

“good afternoon miss… Wolfson? That’s a peculiar name..”

“it’s a made up name doc… I changed it..”

“oh that explains it.. well how is momma-to-be today?”

“massive..”

“I can see that and I can see you’re only 3 months in? it’s certainly normal to be your size when you have multiples, specially if you’ve been eating”

“wait… multiples?” I didn’t know what he meant by that! How can I carry more than one 15lbs baby?!

“sure! You didn’t think you were only having one did you? Let me get the machine set up” he moved around the bed getting the ultrasound machine and using the probe to rub this gel on my tum. My belly button was already having a hard time being shallow, soon it would pop. But what worried me were my boobs who went from a b cup all the way to a double D after only 4 months. Still my belly was the one thing that was big enough to cover my feet eliminating any hope I would see them again.

As he used the probe moving it around an image started appearing.

“there I see one head…. 2…”

“2?! Doc are you sure?”

“oh yes and.. oh? Look number 3!”

“3?! Doc I can’t ne carrying three babies!”

“no you’re right because I’m seeing baby number 4 right there”

4!!! 4 babies! Four massive babies growing inside my 4’9 body!! How the hell! He must have had some super sperm or something! Because ain’t no way I was carrying 4 over developed babies!

“d-doc… are you sure?”

“yeah and I think that’s it. Well given your condition you’re gonna have to go into a strict diet and make sure your babies are well fed. At the end of the line you might have to adjust your house or apartment If you don’t have a nurse in order to move around. It can certainly be a challenge and you will most likely be bed bound by the end of it. So please do take necessary precautions to prevent anything from happening”

I could not believe it… I was carrying 4… and not from some skinny 5’7 guy, these were from a 6’7 massive dude that I could tell he was some sort of mutant super baby! And I’m carrying 4 of him!

I immediately went to the first fast food place I could find and ordered 5 of the biggest burger meals they had. Why? Because I need to eat!

My belly was already massive I front of me, but as I ate my belly button started to show up, my shirt riding over it and people just staring. I guess it’s not everyday you see a super pregnant girl eat in public like this.

the more the months passed, the more I grew not only my bump but I also started getting fatter. Way fatter than what I should be. My arms started developing fat around them, my thighs and ass grew and grew more but my belly stuck out so far in front of my it rubbed against the steering wheel of my car every time I drove. It was also getting hard getting through door frames. The skinny 4’9 girl soon became a 300lbs brood mother carrying 60lbs of pure babies.

At my 7 month, it was already getting hard enough to walk around at all. My bump towered over me each morning. All I could see was this mountain of flesh on top of me, my boobs almost smothered me in my sleep. I could not see them but I could tell I started leaking a lot. Not only that but getting around my belly to satisfy my needs was getting to be a challenge too. I had to fit a remote-control vibrator to my bed and lay on it if I needed some release.

I went to see jessie on one occasion, she was so In love with this new form of mine every time we saw each other she would rub lotion on me and talk to my babies about anything.

“oh this one time, your mommy was at the gym and she had a treadmill running competition, she ran 25km in less time that it takes you guys to kick~”

“jessie.. please don’t make them kick… they get rowdy when they start.. and it’s uncomfortable”

“I know.. but I love seeing a kick here and there~…”

At that moment one of them kicked at the surface near my belly button where jessie was and her head went for a joy ride

“aaah!~ haiiii baby! It’s me, aunt jessie!!”

“uuugh…. i.. I think I should be going..”

“okay, just take care of the babies please~”

As I got to the door I notice how close I was to the frame, my figure could barely pass through it. It’s… fuck it’s amazing.

I got into my car, sliding the seat as far back as I could and still my belly was touching the steering wheel. Driving like this was pretty uncomfortable but there was a certain kinky element to it. In the last ew months as I kept growing I’ve been getting more and more in love with my own figure. Every bite, every inconvenience like reaching the top counter or squirming in bed to try and get up was such a turn on that I was staring to get horny at the littlest things.

When I got home I looked into my bag and the horror happened

“w-where are my keys?! D-did I leave them at jessie? i… I don’t wanna drive all the way back, she would probably keep me there another hour…”

In a panic I looked around and saw that my window was open, so I jumped (“jumped”) the bush, waddled myself to my window and opened it. I threw in my purse first with my phone in it. Then as quicky as I got the idea I also did the brilliant thing of trying to get through the window. Yeah, massive quad girl with 350lbs of blubber which 75lbs were just baby was trying to get through a window. That would obviously work (sarcasm)

“nnngh.. c-come on!!! Hhhmpppfff!! Nnngh aaaah!! Get through dammit!!” I kept pulling myself through and I probably should not have done it because eventually… I got stuck…

“aaaumpf!!! G-get assed it come one!! Nnnghpppppppffff aaaha!! Nnngh!” my belly was in all display trying to get through. My ass was sticking through my jeans more than any other time and I could tell my neighbours were looking at me.

Suddenly my babies inside me started shifting, as if they knew mommy needed to squeeze through

“aammmmpppff.. mmmmphph t-that’s it babies.. aahaa.. f-fuck stop moving that much!” the moves and kicks did turn me on severely, so much that if someone passed by and saw my ass sticking out, decide to have their way with me? I would probably beg for it.

“nnnnnngh.. o-okay almost there.. mmmmmmpphh… aaha gggggrrrrrnnnnn”

And just like that the movement inside me was enough to get me passed the tight window. When I did get inside I was so damm horny I desperately tried to get my hands down there. The first thing I did was head straight to the fridge, get something to drink like a weight shake and laid on bed right on top of the vibrator. I hoped to fuck it had batteries because I was not getting up anymore… in fact.. I don’t think I would be able to in about a week..

A request I’ve been meaning to write but never found the time for it. Here it is and I hope you all enjoy it

[albatmobile]

The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 15

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 5.5k includes: slight praise kink this one came out of left field absolutely do NOT look @ me, bonding, steph being amazing

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 15: Snowbird | ao3 - wattpad

In the passing weeks, you find yourself falling easily into their routines. 

The everyday moments you share with them no longer carry an awkward edge, even when you hang out with them on their own. 

During this time is also when the touching starts.

It starts off innocently enough with soft touches while they’d talk or caressing you in passing. So light and so brief you start to think you’re imagining it until, eventually, you can no longer ignore it nor pass it off as a mistake.

It’s casual, of course.

Roy snuggling you into his side while you game, Jason massaging your shoulders while you read to Lian. Even simple things like Roy lightly squeezing your thigh when you tell a joke or Jason’s swift touches along your lower back when you help him cook dinner. 

Nothing more than casual, though. Seriously.

This is why it’s completely casual to have Jason’s hands settled in the crux of your lap while Roy cleans up the remains of playtime. Lian had only gone down for a nap a few minutes prior, yet, to Jason, it's the perfect time to dip into the past.

“Stop moving,” you chastise lightly as you force his hand back into its original position.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mutters mirthfully, following your demand easily. 

His hands rest back on your skin so you can pick up right where you left off. You can’t deny that the stray pink nail polish that had somehow snuck its way into your surviving bag looks really nice against his complexion.

“I think the last time I did this for you was before the club." You swear he blushes, looking away from you. It's rare to see him actually embarrassed like this and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips because of it. 

Roy wolf whistles, “Trust me, you looked good. You’ve definitely come a long way since cross-dressing while denying your sexuality, Jay babe.”

“I know,” he grumbles as if not used to all the attention. You expect him to joke back, but he just continues to stare at your handy work with a distracted gaze. 

You find yourself going back to Roy’s comment. “Why do you think you denied it for so long?” you ask Jason.

While Bruce didn’t seem like the type of dad to show up tits-out at Pride, he also didn’t strike you as a conversion camp freak either. 

“Even though Dick’s always been a flamboyant fuck, I just didn’t feel the need to show it in that way. I guess I thought that because I didn’t fit some mold, I wasn’t actually gay- bi,” he corrects himself, looking at you with an unexpected intensity. “I’m bi.”

You know it’s a statement completely in line with the conversation at hand, but you can’t help but feel a tiny portion of it is directed towards you, telling you that you have a chance.

You can’t stop the blush that overtakes your cheeks, hoping the dimness of the evening covers it enough to avoid any further miscommunications, “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

“You’ve always been accepting of me, even when I was still figuring it out for myself,” the raven admits.

“Of course. What are friends for?” You smile back at him, but this time, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

•••

“What’s a movie we’d all like?”

“Texas Chainsaw?” Jason offers.

You fake gag. “What about something less gory? Moonrise Kingdom?”

“Fucking boring, as usual,” Jason drawls without removing his hand from his palm where his elbow is propped up on his knee. 

“Hey! I resent that.”

“Keep bickering all you want,” Roy leans back on the couch, watching the tiff go down in amusement, “just know I’m not watching some period chick flick for you and Jason. Not doin’ it.”

You and Jason smack him with the same deadpan glare. He knows you and Jason are always down to watch Pride and Prejudice. 

“Then what do you suggest we watch?” 

“A classic film, perhaps,” he says with a wry grin spreading across his freckled cheeks. “Avatar.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s loads better than any period drama.”

He smacks your arm. “Alright, Wes Anderson apologist.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I am, you fucking creep,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you search through the next onslaught of films on screen. “Lego Batman.” You’re instantly met with a resolute chorus of no’s. “Aquamarine,” you try again.

“How are these titles getting even worse?” Jason grumbles and nudges your shoulder to get you to keep searching.

“I’m just wondering how the ‘recommended blockbuster’ section on here went from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to Aquamarine,” Roy chortles as he shifts next to you, hitting your hip in the process. “Oh, no fucking way. We’re watching FernGully, Jason,” he cuts off Jason’s rant prematurely. “Honest to god, we are watching these elves save the fucking forest. I’m not backing down on this one, loves.”

His boyfriend’s angsty ass blows at the overhanging white hair on his forehead as he flops back against the couch in submission. The force alone is enough to send you sprawling backward with a thud as part of your rib cage comes into contact with his muscular chest. In the disruptiveness of the action, you’ve completely missed Roy’s newest nickname.

“Your one chance to watch, you know, an actual adult movie while Lian is asleep, yet you still manage to pick some dumb elf movie that she’d love.” 

You’ve yet to move from against his chest and are completely surprised when he rests his arm around your shoulder, drawing you in closer. There’s no time to overthink his action before Roy’s laying down across your thighs so his head rests in Jason’s lap. And, yeah, you were jealous you couldn’t nestle your face in his thick, muscular thighs too, but his sturdy arm around you and Roy squirming around in your lap was still fucking bliss.

It's times like these that make you forget about the looming threat of… well, who knows?

“They’re fairies, by the way,” you correct him. 

“Fairies, elves, same shit. You and Jay would look cute as one either way,” he reaches up and ‘boops’ the two of you on the nose.

“Why not you?”

“Well, princess,” he proudly clicks on the film, electing to squirm much in the way Lian does when she gets a sugar rush, “I’m already basically in it.” 

“Let me guess,” you say, booping his nose right back, “there’s a redhead in here who looks nothing like you.”

“Fuck you. Disrespect Pips and me like that again and…” he trails off with a constipated face that has you and Jason smirking at each other. “I don’t know, but fuck around and find out,” he threatens and sits up to try to flick you on the nose in retaliation, but you smack his hand away as you push him back down into Jason’s lap. “Oh, I liked that.”

Jason grumbles something incomprehensible as he turns up the movie to drown out Roy’s annoying ass whining. Meanwhile, your hands retreat from Roy’s body with a speed that rivals the Flash. 

You’re grateful for the distraction, anyway. All the recent touching and lack of personal space is driving you crazy in the best way possible, but damn if it wasn’t dangerous. 

Roy flops around on Jason’s and your thighs, squirming what seems like every two minutes. There's no possible way he’s getting a chub from the animated movie or anything like that and he doesn’t seem to have any previous issues with focus from what you’d noticed in the past. Thus, it seems that the random wiggling seems specifically directed to torture you.

His dumb fucking smirk spattered across his freckled cheeks further confirms this.

“There are dogs that lay more still than you, dude.” You smack at his hip as he begins another wiggle assault. “What’s your damage?”

Roy laughs as he flips over from his side, then to his back to stare at you over his shoulder from the comforts of Jason’s lap.

“I really have to pee, but the part I like is coming up.”

You shoot an unimpressed glance at Jason, who merely shakes his head in response.

“Yes, I’m aware I have two kids. You don’t have to remind me with that smug ass look,” he says your name at the same time he flicks at the tip of your nose, seemingly wanting to be included in all the booping.

Your so-called ‘smug ass look’ effectively drops. Your eyes cross as you stare at his finger that’s yet to leave your nose. Your nose crinkles as if you’re about to sneeze until he finally removes his finger with a small laugh.

It’s not that it’s a boring movie; you’re just tired as fuck.

Roy’s newest thing has been flipping on top of you in the middle of the night. That alone you can deal with, your own personal weighted blanket of sorts, but no. He's Roy and Roy’s annoying as fuck, so of course, he utilizes the position to snore directly into your ear.  

It’s his apartment, so you’re sure as fuck not going to be the one to wake him up. For such a light sleeper, Jason seems largely unbothered by Roy’s roars. Every now and then, a particular snore would have Jason shifting against you, but he seemed to have already grown accustomed to Roy’s irritating sleeping quirks. 

Jason, for the most part, sleeps like a log. 

You’ll sometimes hear his quiet exhales early in the morning, but that’s about it. Recently, he’s been attaching onto you in the middle of the night. Well, at least until one of you gets too sweaty and, subsequently, wakes up. 

Not realizing you’ve drifted off, you’re awoken when your pillow, Jason, moves. Your head falls the short distance to the warmth of the now empty cushion below. 

You always thought you ran cold, at least your feet did, until you started sleeping with two men. Well, really, just Jason, whose body heat seemed to spur your own to exponential amounts. Roy, on the other hand… 

You gratefully cling to the squishy icicle on top of you. The heavy lump groans lightly in response before nestling further into your radiating heat.

•••

It’s light out; you can tell even though your eyes remain shut. 

You know you've all slept in and that it's probably the afternoon, but you still attempt to doze on and off for a few more minutes before you can’t deny the weight on your stomach is crushing your insides slowly. 

A light snore rings out in the quiet of the room, louder than the gurgling of the coffee machine off in the distance.

At the sound of quiet, approaching footsteps, you allow your eyes to flutter open.

You squint against the open blinds only to flush when you find Roy’s fiery, splayed-out locks burning in the light against your chest. You’d probably give in to him right then and there if you hadn’t noticed, more like stopped yourself from laughing at, the puddle of drool he’s left behind on one of your tits.

Jason doesn’t say anything as he hands you a cup of coffee that you try to hand back so you can sit up, but the dark smell of the roast is enough to wake Roy up.

Upon seeing your precarious position, Roy slurps up the remaining spit from his chin and smiles lazily. “Mornin’, princess,” he offers in a sleep-ridden rumble.

His eyes are half opened and his hair's a mess, but you swear he’s never looked so attractive. Your stomach flips and, with the close proximity, you’re worried he’ll be able to feel all the butterflies that are thrashing around in your stomach. 

You’d never really considered your looks: ugly, pretty, whatever. You've just always known the way they looked was out of your league. 

Laying there, looking from Roy’s chiseled jawline to the light wrinkle that stretched a nail’s-width across his forehead down to his tantalizing freckles, you feel way out of your depth. Regardless of the logistics, he’s everything you want.

You should kiss him.

The angelic glow radiating off of him in the morning light, his steady weight on all the right spots, his dopey sleep face. 

You need to kiss him.

Your fingers drag along the stubble of his jaw all the way over to tug playfully at his bottom lip with your thumb. One of his eyes perks open with interest but flickers shut immediately as you tilt his head up within inches of yours.

You’re going to kiss him.

And, no.

The spell is broken when he unleashes a dad yawn that smacks you square in the face with his horrifying morning breath. 

You buck him off of your front to the floor with a disgusted look. “Jesus, Roy.”

Jason snorts, handing Roy his own cup of coffee before he can start bitching.

Lian eyes the passing of the mug enviously, following along with it like an extension of the steam rolling off the top. “Do I get some?” she asks.

“Sorry,” Roy snorts, ruffling her inky hair, “too young, champ.”

Your head snaps over to Lian, who’s playing on the ground next to Roy’s half-asleep form. You silently beg her not to out the one time you let her have half your coffee.

“Trust me. You won’t like it, sweetie.” Roy crawls over to pick up a Barbie that her Triceratops savagely murders as soon as he tries to place it in the toy convertible. “Why won’t you play with me?” Roy whines and quickly snatches away his discarded cup of coffee that Lian had been going for while he’d been distracted.

“Lian,” Jason’s deep daddy-tone stirs the attention of everyone in the room. “Dad said no coffee.”

She looks from him to you with narrowed eyes. You return the look with a telepathic warning that if she ever wants coffee again, she better keep quiet.

You clear your throat uncomfortably as their focus instantly turns to you.

“What?” you feign innocence.

Lian looks from the coffee clasped protectively in Roy’s bionic grasp, then back to you. It seems like she’s about to give in and snitch but realizes the situation at hand and pouts. Eventually, she moves on and nudges Roy’s Barbie with her Triceratops, effectively dropping the topic altogether.

You’re so absorbed in her Jurassic Park slay fest that you don’t even realize Jason’s gotten up.

You’ll never admit it, not like they couldn’t tell anyway, but you startle when Jason suddenly gets up from the lounge chair to join you on the couch. This time, instead of draping his arm around your shoulder, he snakes it around your waist to draw you closer to him.

Your stomach flips as you allow the movement. You follow his lead into his firm body in your sluggish, early morning state. You can’t help the pleased inhale that escapes you, welcoming the closeness easily. You snuggle into his side, drawing your feet up underneath yourself on the cushion to further cement your comfy spot. 

“You sniffing me, little bird?” Jason asks quietly. His eyes flash and he looks down at you quickly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

You wince, realizing how fragile he still thought you were. 

All those weeks ago, when he’d said it for the first time in years, it had thrown you off. His coming at you from behind also didn’t help, but it had been a one-off event. Never again. You aren’t weak… It was a one-off event, you repeat to yourself.

In all honesty, his use of the nickname this time hadn’t left you feeling any sort of way, so you do somewhat believe your lie.

Somewhat.

“I don’t mind,” is all you say.

It’s enough. 

No one questions you further, though you feel their stares linger on you long enough for you to know they can see right through you.

As soon as you finish your coffee, Lian gets up and tugs you from Jason’s grasp over to the kitchen. 

You laugh lightly, “What do you want to eat, chickie?”

“We’re making scones,” Jason says. He traps you against the counter briefly as he comes up behind you to grab the butter in front of you. He stutters as soon as he realizes the familiar position he put you in and startles backward, “That alright?”

The scones or the position, you didn’t know.

Lian saves you from further embarrassment by being her usual cute self. “What’s sk-ons?” she asks.

“Teaching her the British way, Jay?” Roy’s still splayed out on the floor, sipping his coffee obnoxiously. “Alfred will be so proud.”

You and Lian measure out the flour and sugar when Jason suddenly sets down an ingredient you’re 100% sure was not on the original recipe card he'd given you.

“Bro.”

“What, bro?” Jason mocks you as he begins to stir together the dry ingredients. 

You stare down at the offending container.

“Bro.”

He huffs with faux-annoyance, “I’m not going to keep amusing you by asking ‘what’ again, you know?”

You can hardly look at his traitor-ass when he smugly adds baking powder to the white mixture in the bowl.

“You told me baking soda, Jason.” 

After years and years of lackluster scones, you remain deadly serious as you confront him. 

You'd thought maybe it was you. Maybe your Achilles heel was scones. Not so bad; everyone has one, but scones? If you had a recipe for the best scones in the world, which you did and they still always turned out meh, which they did, then, yeah, you start to doubt your cooking abilities and sanity somewhere along the way.

“Did I?” 

It’s too nonchalant. 

You’re not even breathing as he pours in the rest of the ingredients with their familiar measurements you’d memorized after all those years of botching the recipe.

“You did.”

You stare down the side of his face, noting the smile that hid just below the surface of his scarred cheeks.

When he does look at you, you almost wish he hadn’t.

It’s too… open.

Too tender.

You gulp under his direct attention, hating the way his eyes blatantly follow the movement under the plushness of his inky lashes.

“Why would it be baking soda, babe?” Jason asks, tapping you lightly on the forehead. “You know how to cook. You should’ve noticed that mistake.”

“You’re telling me this whole time they tasted like shi- oot,” you cut your curse off at the last second. You look down at a curious Lian as you attempt to salvage your curse before completely giving up and starting again. “They tasted like poo just because you wrote it down wrong?”

“How is poo any better than shit?!” Roy calls from the floor. “Shit,” he hisses. 

You and Jason exchange an amused glance when you both turn around just in time to see Roy smack himself in the nose instead of over his mouth. Meanwhile, Lian goes over to him to continue playing, seemingly content that breakfast is being made by the two best chefs in the house.

“Now that I think about it,” Jason pretends to ponder, “maybe I did miswrite it on purpose.”

You knew it!

“Bastard!” you hiss.

It’s like your narrowed eyes are fuel-feeding his sickening smirk. How can he find this situation so amusing?

“Consider it payback for slipping Lian coffee.”

“Oh, sure. Preemptive payback for your future child,” you snort in disbelief. “Completely sound logic, yeah?” You move around the island to watch him stick the tray of dough in the fridge to chill. “Besides, it was one time! Only half a cup, I swear.”

“Half a cup?!” Jason repeats incredulously, nearly dropping the tray in the process as he turns to face you. “She’s a toddler!” 

“You know I drink glorified coffee. It’s loads of sugar with all cream, just like Roy.” 

“How do you remember that?” the redhead calls over, then seems to remember you’ve been over enough mornings by now to know how he takes his coffee. What you’d never admit is that, yes, you had, in fact, still remembered from all those years ago. “Never mind, you would have freaky detective skills. I always forget you’re basically a Bat, too.”

You couldn’t help but preen even though you’d long stopped paying attention to Batman and his clan of birds.

“Please, I haven’t trained in all these years. I’m out of practice,” you hesitate. “Well, not that I was ever truly in it, but, well, you know,” you trail off self-consciously, busying yourself by cleaning up the excess flour that had spilled onto the counter.

Apparently, your cleaning methods are too sporadic and Jason takes over by placing his calloused hand over yours. The movements are slow with a firm yet gentle control as he guides your hand across the counter, settling behind you with a warmth you’re steadily becoming familiar with.

You allow yourself to lean back into his warm embrace and force your eyes to remain open if only to save yourself any further embarrassment. 

The coffee slip-up with Roy had already been bad enough. 

“Good, just like that,” he murmurs and gently presses the bulge of his sweatpants against your lower back. You react without meaning to, flushing when you realize you’ve just pushed back into him. “Lian, go help your dad find something to watch on TV.”

“Okay, daddy!” Lian leaps over to Roy, who wiggles upward, accidentally spilling his coffee all over Barbie. He then notices you peeking at him innocently from within the confines of his boyfriend's flexed arms. 

Your eyes hold his impish ones, your mouth remaining slightly open as the situation settles across the two of you. 

You watch his red hair bob when he looks up at Jason, who you assume is also looking at Roy, but you’re too afraid to move and risk the chance of ending whatever this is. 

The moment with Roy on the couch, now this? Hell, you’re scared to blink, let alone move.

Jason’s never, had never, been one to call the shots before. You can’t deny it feels nice to have Roy on the same playing field with this unfamiliar territory. 

Your eyes slip from Roy’s as you allow Jason to shift your attention back to the counter. 

Lian screaming the Paw Patrol theme song long before the actual show starts is all background noise to you. You’re fully present with him wrapped around you so deliciously. 

He lowers his head closer to yours, where he seems to wait, gauging each and every minute reaction. He then proceeds to nudge your cheek with his once he begins to scrub a stubborn spot. “This okay, babe?” he asks in a low voice.

The flour, or you wanting him to bend you over right here and now?

Say something sexy, say something sexy.

“There’s so much flour,” is what you manage to choke out instead.

Awesome.

He laughs lightly with his breath brushing the side of your cheek, “Help me clean it then, babe.”

You nod dumbly, noting how Roy’s left a highly amused Lian to her show to join the cleanup crew. 

“What’s goin’ on over here?” 

You startle away from his boyfriend instantly. The last thing you want to do is step on anyone’s toes.  

Roy merely snickers as he stops off to the side, flipping through the stray mail on the island too quickly to really be reading anything. You’re not completely oblivious to the way his eyes flicker between the papers and you. He gauges your reaction as he steps closer, treating you like you’ll break if they make one misstep. And, hell, maybe you will. 

“Sorry,” you apologize, but he’s already shaking his head before you can fully get the word out.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, princess,” Roy says and gestures back to Jason, who looks- wait, what? Jason glances at you for what you think is reassurance and wish, once again, that you could read them like they could read each other. “Never hurts to have two good housewives like you and Jay’sall I’m saying.”

His wink falls flat as you read way too far into his statement, but he takes it the wrong way. His teasing smile falters briefly at the corners of his mouth before he plasters it back in place like it’d never happened.

Ever since you’d learned about their secret identities, they’d been exponentially more open with you. Still, you couldn’t help but feel like you were still being left in the dark about certain things. That, and you’re more confused than ever about where you stand with both of them.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” 

You shudder. 

“What’s on your mind, babygirl?” Roy asks. He’s clearly trying to see why the mood soured so quickly. Typical, you can’t help but feel like you always bring down the mood. 

You clear your throat as you try to think of a logical excuse for why you’d gone so stiff after, well, after almost saying fuck it and fucking them. 

Now, your mind is somewhere else completely. 

“Just thinking about the attacks,” you lie easily.

Roy nods understandingly, easily changing his approach after the clear shift in mood. “What about them?”

You’d finally gotten around to doing more research on the bombing, but you couldn’t quite get a certain notion out of your head. Now would be as good a time as any to let them in at least somewhat on what you’ve uncovered from the coffee shop security footage.

“I’m starting to think the mugging and coffee shop are all somehow connected to the break-in.” You wait for them to shoot down your idea or tell you you’re being paranoid, but, much to your relief, they’re nodding along as if they’ve already been thinking the same thing. “Just a hunch,” you add with a shrug in case you’re completely misreading everything.

 “We may be dealing with the same set of people, but we can’t be sure. We need to stay alert,” Jason says.

His phone suddenly rings in his pocket and you watch him pull out his non-burner iPhone. The only reason you even know the difference is because he added a picture of the three of you and Lian from game night for his personal phone background. His work phone, as he calls it, is reserved for the Gray Ghost.

You watch his eyebrows knit together in confusion at the contact. The familiar last digits have your stomach filling with anxiety.

Damian.

Jason shoots you a look before wandering off into the bedroom to answer. 

You turn to Roy to see if he has any idea what that was about when Lian seizes the moment to gulp down Roy’s abandoned coffee, spilling it all over herself in the process.

“Etai yazi, no!” 

Jason comes back in the room moments later just as you and Roy manage to wrangle Lian into the tub to clean off the remnants of coffee.

“We’ve got work stuff,” Jason says, looking at the cute scene in front of him with tender eyes. “Stephanie’s on her way over.”

“Ah, so now the babysitter needs a babysitter,” you giggle as Lian dumps a pile of bubbles on top of your head. “Well, maybe I could use some backup.”

Backup and the opportunity for much needed venting.

When Stephanie arrives a little while later, she wastes no time pulling you into a hug. 

“It’s just Auntie Stephie and mommy?”

Stephanie chokes on her spit and whirls around to face you accusingly, “And when did this development happen?”

“I mean…”  Should you mention you were sleeping in their bed in front of their kid? 

Meanwhile, Jason and Roy quietly slip away, having already said their goodbyes. At least this time, you kind of knew what they were up to with their previously elusive duffle bags.

She suddenly shoots you a knowing glance, “Bedtime?”

“Auntie Stephie, no,” Lian complains, shaking her head petulantly. “You can’t just put me to bed to talk about dad.”

“It’s almost eight!” Stephanie tries to reason with the toddler, then seems to realize the ridiculousness of it all and snatches Lian up to place in bed. “Besides, don’t think I didn’t see you yawning, missy.” 

Lian narrows her eyes when Stephanie boops her on the tip of her nose. “I won’t forget this, Auntie Stephie,” the little girl threatens.

“Oh, Jesus,” Stephanie cackles and backs away. “Remind me to sleep with one eye open.” She winks at the pouting cuteness that is cranky Lian. 

She didn’t stay on the bed for too long, though and, soon enough, you and Stephanie were running around the room to grab her. Hey, at least all this running would probably tire her out… Probably…

It's a bad bedtime kind of night, you realize with an exasperated sigh.

Bedtimes with her are always a hit or miss. She's either bouncing to get under the covers and get her bedtime story, or she'll complain the entire hour up until bedtime and refuse to go anywhere near her bed.

“Lian, chickie, come on,” you urge, swooping Lian into your arms and dodge her usual tired swings to place her back on the bed. “We can even pick out two stories, okay?” 

“Two whole stories from mommy?” Stephanie teases until you silence her with a sharp glare. It doesn’t stop her from teasing you at all, but it’s the thought that counts.

“Yes.” Lian crosses her little arms, not understanding what’s so funny.

The running had seemed to tire her out and she finally melted into your arms, allowing you to place her in a sleepy heap under the covers. 

“Two stories, okay?”

“Two,” she nods.

You shake your head exasperatedly before picking out the two books you know she loves the most. 

She’d definitely become spoiled with the nighttime reading for sure. When you first started, she’d been content to get halfway through the book before falling asleep. Now, she'll still be rolling around after the first book and well into the second. It's inevitable that, within a matter of weeks, it’ll have to be three books. Soon, you’ll be reading to her through the night. 

When you’re done, she turns sleepily toward you for her goodnight hug. You forget Stephanie’s still in the room until Lian mumbles she loves you and Stephanie absolutely loses it.

“That is so freakin’ adorable!” You can practically see the hearts forming in the pupils of her eyes. 

When you turn back around, you’re met with Lian’s light exhales. You click on her night light before following Stephanie back into the main room.

“So, two bedroom?” She wiggles her eyebrows at the lack of sheets on the couch.

“Yup,” you respond awkwardly, rubbing at the back of your neck.

“And the ‘I love you?’” Her brows raise teasingly. 

“Yup.” You refuse to meet her eyes.

“Do you say it back?”

The question forces your eyes back to her maniacal-looking ones. “To Jason and Roy?” you ask in confusion. At your response, Stephanie shoots you a knowing glance and you attempt to backtrack. “Oh, Lian. Um, yeah. Of course, I say it back.”

“To Jason and Roy?” She smirks.

“To Lian!” you sputter indignantly as your eyes narrow at her. “You’re good- you know that?” 

“Of fucking course I do, bitch.” 

You both burst into a fit of laughter, then quickly remember Lian and smack each other to shut up. It only serves to make things worse as Stephanie runs around making kissy lips at you, pretending to be Roy and Jason. You both eventually flop into the pile of blankets Roy had left on the floor earlier, surprising her when you nearly meet her joking pout with your soft lips. It works.

She ruffles lightly, backing away with a smack to your shoulder and a joking curse. Still the same ol’ Steph. 

“So, besides taking two dicks at once and calling me for a ride a city over without ever explaining, what’ve you been up to?” Her expression lets you know she isn’t going to let you off the hook this time. 

Figures.

“Well, I got mugged," you start listing off on your fingers, "got stuck in the middle of a hold-up in a cafe and oh, yeah, my apartment got blown up,” you sigh. “Didn’t even get to celebrate my 20th birthday all those weeks ago.”

“Damn, that’s a lot,” Stephanie says with a wolf whistle. "You know, I always forget how much younger you and Damian are than me.”

“Me too,” you admit, even though it's just by a year. “You asked about that day Damian invited Jon and me to his yacht?”

“Bruce’s, but go on,” she teasingly corrects, leaving you to giggle.

“Everything seemed like our usual bickering at first until he just blew up.”

“He just blew up randomly?” she questions suspiciously.

You think back to that day. “Well, I guess it happened after I mentioned Jason and Roy.”

“Dude," she drawls as if it's obvious, "he’s jealous.”

“Jealous?” you repeat dumbly.

Stephanie shoots an unimpressed look your way. “You were smart enough to be in my grade, don’t play coy. He’s been in love with you since he brought you home that first week.”

“First week?” you repeat dumbly again.

“Yeah,” she snorts that she can’t believe you haven’t already worked it out. “When we were walking home together?”

“Oh, god, Steph,” you exclaim, your head falling to your hands. “I really fucked up.”

All those years of being a fucking hypocrite. 

“Mhm,” she nods. “And?”

“And,” you pout, lifting your head up to meet her encouraging smile, “and, I… I just want my friend back.”

Stephanie says your name, “Do you know how to be his friend without leading him on?” 

Her question is pointed and leaves your stomach churning uncomfortably. If it were anyone else, you’d probably get up and leave, but with Stephanie, you appreciate that at least she’s asking the deep questions. 

It’s something you wish you’d asked Jason and Roy back then. There's no way they didn’t know they fucked up, but even though you’d been young, so had they. 

Was being an adult realizing everyone was always a bit in the wrong? 

Ugh. 

That whole time you’d been lamenting about them using you, had you inadvertently been using Damian the exact same way?

“I feel like everyone in this family leads people on.” 

Her laugh startles you, “Oh, see. Sometimes I forget you’re an honorary Bat until you say some real shit like that.” She sighs as she looks over your pouting form, “Girl, just go make it right.”

“You don’t think I’ve tried?!” you exclaim in exasperation. “You know how he is."

"Yes, and you know how you are," she insists. "What are your goals?"

You think hard on it before speaking, “I don’t want to lead him on anymore. He means too much to me as a friend. He’s been there for me through everything and the last thing I’d want is for him to resent me.”

"Then, go talk to him before it gets to that point," she trails off like it's obvious. 

Maybe it has been completely obvious and you’ve just been blind to it this whole time. 

“Steph, you’re a genius!”

“Finally, you see the light,” she says with a roll of her eyes before shoving your phone back into your hand.

When he'd told you to figure it out, you sure as fuck didn’t expect it to take you this long to piece together something so obvious, yet here you are. 

I understand now. 

Your text is read instantly. 

You’re barely able to blink as text bubbles appear, then disappear and his response overtakes your screen.

Come over. 

A/N: the song for this chap (snowbirds by anne murray) for some reason is what inspired this entire fic lol

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[aviculor]

I mentioned this last week, but the legacy characters really do carry the show for me. Especially Tiffany. I'm not even as invested in Jake's group as I am in Tiff and Chucky and Nica. I'm also big on Glen/da but I feel like going back into the doll body was a downgrade, I really liked Lachlan Watson playing them.

When President Devon Sawa chases the child in the same costume as Chucky through the party and later finds Chucky from behind, I feel like that was a reference to Don't Look Now.

[tamtam-go92]

Castor: Hey, Tiff, can I talk to you for a sec. There's something I need to get off my chest. Tiffany: Huh? Uh, sure. What is it? Castor: Well, some weeks ago... I kinda... I kissed Kevin. We tried to ignore the incident since then, but whenever we're alone, I can feel the elephant in the room... I think I messed up big. Tiffany: OH! You what? You kissed? Well, are you like... in love with him or something? Castor: No! Uh - that came out wrong. But, no, I don't think so. I got carried away. I don't even know if I like guys like that. Tiffany: Listen, Cas, it's just a kiss. I don't think you should over interpret things. Maybe you both just got carried away. There's nothing wrong with that. But there wouldn't be anything wrong with you liking boys like that either of course! Castor: Thank you Tiffany, you're so good to talk to. Do you think Kevin and me should talk about this again? Tiffany: You NEED to talk about this. You need to know what Kevin thinks about this. Castor: I guess you're right. Thanks Tiff. And could you... like... Tiffany: Keep quiet about this? Of course, my mouth is sealed!

[vixlenxe]

Yo, am I allowed to rant about some shit regarding Ivy & Tiff that I've noticed & because I woke up feeling bitchy? It has to do with the whole 'Tiffanie used to feel overshadowed by Ivy' thing, & how people like to say 'I don't understand how sibling can not mean to do that'(i got a few inboxes saying or asking this before) or the lob blame onto Ivy for it. Well here how a sibling unintentionally creates a large shadow for the other to fall into, & why putting all the blame on Ivy is BULLSHIT.

It literally all has to do with their parents. Evault & Jesette are not nice people, nor are they just stupid parents stuck in the past ways of nobles, they are mentally abusive asshole that should not have been allowed to have children. They did not give Tiffanie the time of day previously, all Evault & Jesette wanted was an heir, which meant having a boy, & when Tiffanie didn't come out as such & they had no choice but to stick with a girl heir(aka Ivy as the firstborn), they completely set Tiff aside & gave all their attention to Ivy. They didn't give Tiff love, affection, attention, she was very much an afterthought & the only time she got parental attention was when she did something wrong & had to be scolded. They shoved Ivy in front of every noble in Ishgard because they knew she had the social skills to impress when she wanted too(she just never really wanted too), & pushed Tiffanie back into walls or corners & told her to stay out of the way to not embarrass the family(because that's what she was to her parents, a failure at birth & an embarrassment). And as much as Ivy did try to get their parents to treat Tiffanie better(she argued with them about it basically once a week), they didn't bung an inch. Tiff would always be a failure to them, & so long as they had Ivy as their heir, they didn't need to change their thoughts on her. There were often times Ivy thought, Tiffanie's life would be better if the older sister just wasn't born or just disappeared, & these thoughts are one of many factors that resulted in Ivy running away from home.

Which brings me to part 2 of this, how Ivy leaving home didn't actually help Tiffanie at all, if anything it may of made it worse. Because Evault & Jesette had no one else to be their heir, they had to turn their attention & time to Tiffanie, & it was not the joy she thought it would be. The Baron & Baroness are demanding, critical & perfectionist, & when Tiffanie could not even be half as skilled or social as Ivy was, it only drove home the idea to them even harder that Tiffanie was just a failure from birth. This was her second chance, they gave her a second chance to be more then they thought she was, & she can't even reach the half-way point that Ivy had set. Tiffanie is their sorry failure The Fury cursed them with, & Ivy was not prefect, but she was better then whatever sham Tiffanie is.

That's how Ivy unintentionally created a shadow over Tiffanie for the beginning years of their lives. It wasn't actually Ivy's fault, it was Evault & Jesette's, they just use's Ivy's mold to create the divide. Hearing 'Why can't you be like your sister?' or 'Why can't you be half as skilled as your older sister?' out of your parent's mouth for 80% of your life will fuck you up. And Tiff did put blame on Ivy for those years, because it was just easier to blame someone who feels guilty for something they didn't actually do, over placing the blame on the people who gave birth to you. And Ivy still feels guilty over it, like for a lot of other things she's carrying guilt for on her shoulders, she carrying the weight of being the one who caused her younger sister so much pain on her shoulders despite it not truly being her fault. Yes, Ivy was a factor, but she has apologized & done more then her fair share of making it up to Tiffanie(& plans to continue to make it up to her forever), & compared to the two root causes(who still to this day say they did no wrong in treating Tiffanie the way they did); I think it time we stop bashing Ivy for this.

[the-pale-goddess]

During reset times… did you MC make a conscious decision to wait until Ethan change his mind?(for example, she wasn’t even trying to move on from him because she thought eventually things could change) Or did she really believe nothing was going to happen, so she carried on with her life until he changed his mind (aka the softball game)?

Oh, Tiffany knew they’re inevitable.

Though my girl had a very brief reset phase after Ethan’s rejection at Donahue’s. Deeply hurt by her expectations and predictions, she felt it was imperative to act all professional and unbothered by Ramsey’s presence then. But since Ethan himself failed to acknowledge the reset he imposed, Tiff almost immediately proceeded with her initial mission: breaking down Dr. Grumpsey’s walls and helping him reach the conclusion that they’re the risk worth taking ✨ Bless that woman’s patience and determination.

However…

My take on E&T between books differs from canon slightly. The game leaves a lot to the player’s interpretation and a few aspects of Ethan & MC’s implied route doesn’t sit well with my idea of the characters, so I’ve decided to establish a more realistic foundation of their relationship.

I’ve hinted this a few times in the past, and now thanks to you I have an opportunity to delve more into the topic because y’all know that I can’t shut up 🥰 You probably didn’t ask for this essay, I’m sorry kdbkdbdkbd

Tiffany had a good reason to believe that Ethan is absolutely whipped for her—E&T’s last time after the trial was just one of a few ksgkshsksh About a week later, Tiffany went back to Ethan’s apartment unannounced. It was just an innocent experiment: she wanted to test the waters and see if they could really make things work by sticking to the friendzone. She brought red wine and wore a shirt with a very bold cleavage…Subconsciously, Tiffany visited Ethan with an entirely different goal in mind—she hoped to break him and the promise they made. The second last time was an arranged friendly meeting, but they ended up tangled in his sheets once again. The third one happened to be Ethan’s initiative (and the direct cause of his Amazon Escape).

All the signs seemed pretty clear, and Tiffany was convinced that her feelings are reciprocated, so she chose to wait in the friendzone and be as tempting and inviting as possible to remind Ethan of what he’s missing 💅🏻

In addition, even if Ethan’s devotion wouldn’t be as obvious, Tiffany could never simply move on and hop on another person to forget the man she’s in love with. It’s a Virgo thing, we’re loyal to a fault whether someone deserves it or not lol Though she certainly understands why some people do it, that kind of treatment doesn’t work for her and would only make her feel more miserable.

Thank you so much for this ask ❤️❤️❤️ I still have many, many more to reply to…Please, bear with me 🥹

[papercutsunset]

26: Watching Bloodshed

It's literally just Tiff watching the 1983 movie Camp Bloodshed.

Word count: 984

“If I have to eat another drop of soup, I’m going to lose my mind.” She pushes the broccoli-cheddar tupperware to the edge of the armrest.

“You already did. That’s what got us here.” 

Tiff rolls her eyes at her sister on the other side of the couch, where she’s fiddling with the remote like it’s going to do anything. “Yeah, well. At least you get to sleep in a bed for the next few weeks.” 

“I’m not the one who chose to live in a shed.” 

“You volunteered. Lovingly.” 

“There was no love to it.” Andy reaches over her and takes the bowl of soup. At least it isn’t going to waste this way. They just need to make sure their aunt doesn’t find out— or that Drew doesn’t walk in and stare disapprovingly. 

Tiff frowns at the TV. There’s something wrong with this VHS. It keeps glitching out. It’s her only copy of the 1984 horror classic Camp Bloodshed. She found it while she was clearing out the back rooms of the Book Nook.

She sighs. “This blows. I’ll see what’s up with the tape later. Let’s just watch something else.” 

“What else would we watch?” 

“Uh— I don’t know. Something.” Tiff pauses, considers the VHS tapes lining the shelves around the TV, moved up higher so Kepler can’t reach and ruin them. “You’ve never seen Peter Pan, right? Put that on.” 

“I’ll never regain my credibility.” 

“You never had credibility. You moved here as the sister of Tiff Sheridan.”

“I suppose you have less, then.” 

“Absolutely. My reputation is in the gutter.” That’s by design. 

They keep watching the movie anyway. She focuses more on the screen than on her reputation. It happened a while ago, but she’s still thinking about the scene where Ace and Blake are overseeing archery. They didn’t know it was going to go so wrong when they set out to do what they were doing. They had no clue that the kid would die in the rainstorm. They had no idea that the mad scientist would steal Blake Abbott’s stupid freaking robe. 

She wonders what went through his head, when it all set in. He’s not a character she should see any relation in. Blake Abbott is a weepy young man who ran around the woods oblivious in a wizard robe while people died around him, who turned hard at the last second, who spent the last of it terrified of Carrie Coffinberry getting hurt before it ever set in that his childhood best friend had died. He was wounded; he was terrified; he was a silly little nerd who had to grow up over the course of one night and got his silly little wizard robe stolen at the end of it. Tiff squints at the screen while the rain keeps falling on pools of blood and mechanical murderers. 

“Whatever the hell you did to yourself isn’t helping that reputation, by the way.” Drew’s voice is miserable and unexpected from over the back of the couch. He must not have slept last night. Tiff certainly didn’t. 

She barely looks at him over the back of the couch. It hurts to bend that way. “I’m not going to tell you. Worry about your new brother or something.” 

“I have to worry about my old sister.” 

“I’m not old.” 

“You’re eighteen. You’re practically in the ground.” 

“I envy your memory of whatever the hell we were talking about in Fort Reverence.” She flicks a bit of lint at him. “Just go check on Jeb or something.” 

He throws it back. “I already did. He’s on the roof.” 

“Fuck. That’s my place.” 

“Not anymore. Now you’re on the couch. Because…” 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so there’s no point.” 

“Humor me.” He raises his eyebrows like a challenge. 

“I found an extraterrestrial parasite in the woods and let it crawl down my throat. I did it for science and I would do it again.” 

Challenge accepted, he lowers his eyebrows and sets his voice back to neutral. “You’re right. That’s entirely unbelievable.” 

“You’d think almost dying because of your undead great-aunt’s fucked-up horse would change your mind on the supernatural, but whatever.” 

On the screen, Blake Abbott spins through the woods in his deep-blue-and-silver wizard’s cloak, looking for the child, oblivious to the carnage happening in the camp while he’s away. He stops in the rain to look up at foreboding clouds. Tiff knows it’s the moment where the protagonist role switches from Zero to a group of three: the capable jock, the idealistic nerd, and the sweetheart goth. 

She watches it with her hands in the blanket, tying knots around her fingers. She should be doing something productive while she’s recovering from all this bullshit, like her homework or drawing up weapon plans, but the truth is that she has just been laying here. It’s torture. 

Andy swallows a chunk of wet broccoli. “She’s right. I was there. Kind of. It went down her throat. She threw up black sludge.” 

“Not you too,” Drew laments, pushing up off the back of the couch to stand up straight. “We can’t have more people on her side about this.” 

“She’s right! There’s no side! She’s literally just correct!” 

He clearly doesn’t think so. “Andy, quit eating Tiff’s soup.” 

“She wasn’t going to eat it!” 

“I wasn’t,” Tiff agrees, more captivated by the glitching violence on-screen than by the conversation at hand. 

Zero got her hand cut off and kept fighting until the very end. Carrie saw everyone she cared about (and everyone she hated) brutally murdered. Presumably, after the events of the original canon, they all got through it: funerals, breaking the news, and putting away the Great Wizard Boranthemus. 

She’s no Blake Abbott, of course. Tiff Sheridan will never put away her wizard’s cape. The lab coat is still on the back of her door. 

[platinumd15]

I missed having my Soror/Sista/Friend/Twin with me this week in person, but she was with me 🥰. Tiff bought me this bag years ago while we were strolling through the vendors. Whenever I carry it, I think of our friendship! I'm so blessed! #sisterhood #Sorors #friends4life #thankfulgratefulblessed https://www.instagram.com/p/CpS7lFwOZryO_FMO6NDxQA4WmyvBfIYl7BTMP80/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[naturesapphic]

Of course you could write for Tiffany, especially considering you writing is great! 😍

Can i request something? With fem! reader wanna attention/needy for her, pls?

Needy

Tiffany valentine x fem!reader

Warning: fluff :)

You have been out all day at work and you are missing your girlfriend Tiffany a lot. Usually when you get home Tiffany is out doing her own thing so you don’t really see her that much anymore and it’s killing you not spending time with her. You missed her cuddles and her sweet kisses. You need her. Now.

You went to your boss and told them that you needed a few weeks off of work because you needed to focus on your girlfriend and mental health. Your mental health was lowering with all the work you had been doing so he understood and let you have your weeks off. You were beyond grateful at this so you went home early to surprise tiff.

You smiled as you walked through the door and saw tiff baking some cookies while swaying her hips to music on the radio. She heard someone come in the trailer and looked up to see her baby.

“Sweet face! You’re home early. Are you okay?” She said as she ran over to you and cupped your face in her hands gently, scanning you to see if you were alright. You nuzzled your face in her warm hands and kissed her palm gently. “I’m alright tiff. I just needed to see you. I missed you so much and I can’t bare to not see you when I get off of work and you’re out at night.” You said as your voice was starting to crack, signaling tiff that you were getting upset.

Tiff frowned as she saw tears well up in your eyes and she cooed at you softly. “Oh darling…it’s okay. Shhh shhh. I’m here now.” She said as she placed your head on the top of her soft breast while hugging you tight. You whimpered and some tears fell from your eyes. “The reason why I’m baking cookies is because I have some special news for you!” She said as she smiled down at you. You looked up at her and sniffled waiting for her to continue.

“I won’t be going out at night for a long time so you will be seeing me a lot more sweet face so don’t you worry!” She exclaimed as a big smile appeared across your face and you jumped into her arms clinging to her tight. “Really tiffy?! You mean it?” You exclaimed as tears of happiness replaced the pained ones. “I really mean it doll! It will just be you and me for a while.” She said as She held you up by your thighs since you were shorter than her and she was 5’7. Then she started carrying you to y’all’s room.

She sat you down on the edge of the bed and she started to get y’all’s night gowns out. Both of y’all changed and you snuggled into the bed and made grabby hands at her. She awed out loud and laid in the bed beside you and you immediately cuddled on top of her. “You comfortable sweet face?” You nodded against her neck and sighed happily.

“I love you tiff” you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss on her neck then snuggled back into her. She smiled at you and kissed your head back. “I love you more sweet face. We are going to have so much fun you and I.”

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted! And I hope that y’all enjoyed my first one shot of Tiffany!

Also thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed my writing anon! I love you <3

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Unfaithful | Final Chapter

Series Summary: After dreaming of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl the big day is almost here. But after meeting the priest you start to question your relationship.

Pairing: Hot Priest x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2718

Warnings: all the angst with a side order of fluff, FINAL CHAPTER

A/N: this is it, the series finale. I really hope you guys enjoyed the series and that this ending does it justice. Thank you for the lovely comments on previous chapters, I love you guys! Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Five | Masterlist

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“We need to talk”

“I think you said enough yesterday” I say dismissively as I stand up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

“But you did!” 

“I know this is no excuse but I was really drunk”

“You're right, that isn’t an excuse. What you said to me really hurt”

“I know and I am so so sorry. I think I thought that if I could make you hate me then it would be easier for me to not love you.”

I pause, trying to make sense of what he’s just said. 

“That’s stupid”

“I realise that now, but at the time my alcohol infused brain thought it was genius.” He says and I can't help but be slightly amused “Look Y/N, I need you to know I didn’t mean any of what I said yesterday. And I really hope you don't hate me, though I don't blame you if you do”

“I don’t hate you” I take his hands in mine and look deep in his eyes “I could never hate you, you mean too much to me now. I couldn’t have got through the past few weeks without you, so you're not getting rid of me that easy”

I give him a gentle but sincere smile and he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“It didn’t work anyway” he says and I respond with a confused look “My genius plan failed… I still love you” 

Before I can say anything else Eva appears at the door.

“There you are!” She calls and I quickly release the priest’s hands as I turn to look at her. She looks from me, to the priest and back to me “everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. This is the priest who’s doing the wedding.” 

“Oh uh, actually… I’m not anymore” he says, suddenly awkward again. 

“Can you give us a minute?” I say to Eva and she nods before disappearing back inside the house. I turn my attention back to the worried looking priest “What do you mean?” 

“I can’t be there today” 

“Are you serious? We need you!” 

“I know it’s unprofessional to pull out this late but so is kissing the bride behind the groom’s back, so…” he lets out a small nervous chuckle “I’ve arranged cover already. Father Crilly. He’s a good priest, he’ll make sure it all runs smooth”

“You're a good priest! You can make sure it runs smooth!”

“I can’t” he says, looking down at his feet

“Of course you can”

“No I can’t!” He snaps, looking back up at me. I notice tears starting to form in his eyes. “I can’t because I want it to go wrong. I want there to be a reason for this wedding not to happen, for you not to marry him… instead of me” 

My breath catches in my throat as I look at him, not knowing how to respond.

“Father…” I almost whisper “I- I don't know what to say”

“You don't have to say anything”

“You know how much mean to me-”

“Please don’t” he interrupts but I carry on 

“-but I can’t leave Daniel. I’m sorry”

“I can’t pretend to understand why you would marry a man who treats you the way he has, but if you love him even half as much as I love you… then I respect your decision. I’m not going to get in your way.” 

He turns to leave but I grab his arm gently stopping him. 

“Are you gonna be alright?” I ask and he gives me a small nod

“It’ll pass” 

I watch as he walks out my driveway and disappears down the road, taking deep steadying breaths before putting a smile on my face and heading inside to get ready. 

After all, today is to be the happiest day of my life. Right? 

— — — — 

So far the rest of the day has run smooth. I explained to Eva and the rest of the bridesmaids that the priest had to pull out last minute, making up some excuse about a family emergency, but that he’d arranged cover so there was nothing to stress about. Eva, as my substitute maid of honour, took on the job of alerting Daniel to the last minute change so there would be no confusion when he turned up at the church and found Father Crilly waiting for him. 

A few hours later I descended the stairs in my beautiful white dress to the sound of the girls showering me with compliments and my aunt Lynda sniffling into a hankie. 

“You look like a princess” she says, pulling me into a slightly too tight hug. 

It wasn’t long till the cars arrived and we were on our way. The bridesmaids pilled into one while me and Aunt Lynda got into the other. Lynda rambled on about something but I couldn't really hear her. Too busy staring silently out of the window. The closer we get to the church, the more I can feel the panic rising in my chest. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks as she squeezes my hand gently, pulling my mind back into the car.

“Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” I reply as convincingly as possible. 

“It’s okay to be nervous. Hell, I was more nervous the second time than I was for my first”

“I didn’t know you were married before uncle Steve?” 

“Yeah! It was long before you were born. We were school sweethearts. Like you and Daniel, only less in love. We thought we were in love but looking back now I realise we were too young to really know what that meant. Your dad tried to warn me. Said Troy and I were better off as friends, but we didn’t listen. He was great for relationship advice was your dad, bit of a self proclaimed love expert.” She pauses, going watery eyed again “I’m sorry he’s not here”

“Me too” 

“I’m sure wherever he is, he’ll be watching over you today. Your mother too. They’d both be so proud” she squeezes my hand again and smiles tearfully. 

“Don't make me cry. If I ruin my makeup Eva will kill me” I laugh, wiping under my eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She says, handing me a tissue “no more crying, this is a happy day!”

— — — — 

By the time we arrived at the church the bridesmaids were waiting outside with the photographer and the new priest. The photographer camera flashed at me as Lynda helped me out of the car and lead me to the church. Looking up at those wooden doors, I was glad I had Lynda to cling onto. My legs felt like jelly. 

Father Crilly introduced himself to me before heading inside the church. The bridesmaids, Lynda and I waited outside until we heard the music start, signalling the beginning of the ceremony. The bridesmaids began their walk up the aisle and before long the music changed again to the bridal chorus.

“Here we go” 

We walk into the church, stopping just inside the doors. I glance up to the front of the church to see Daniel looking back at me, a smile spread across his face. A smile I can’t make myself return. Instead I keep my eyes down, focusing on the floor as we walk up aisle. I can feel every set of eyes on me, but I keep mine fixed on my feet that carry me closer and closer to my future. 

We reach the top and Lynda gives me a kiss on the cheek before going to join the bridesmaids on the front row. Daniel takes my hand in his, whispering “you look amazing” into my ear as Father Crilly begins the ceremony. 

His opening speech goes by in a blur. I try to listen to every word he’s saying, to keep myself planted in the real world but my mind is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t stop thinking about what Lynda said in the car. What if Daniel and I aren’t in love? We just think we are because we’ve been together so long. We’re just used to being with each other. 

I also can’t get the priest out of my head. Worrying about him. Wondering what he’s doing now, whether he’s thinking about me. I replay our last conversation in my head. 

‘I still love you’ 

‘I want there to be a reason for this wedding not to happen, for you not to marry him… instead of me’ 

I try to push his words from my mind, focusing instead on his final ones. 

‘It’ll pass’

But what if it doesn’t. 

“If any person present knows of any lawful reason why this marriage can’t take place they should speak now or forever hold their peace” Father Crilly pauses. 

A tense silence fills the room. 

I look out across the crowd of friends and family sitting silently in their seats, a small part of me hoping the priest will burst through the doors dramatically declaring his love for me as he sweeps me away to live happily ever after. 

I shake the fantasy from my mind and turn my attention back to the man I’m actually about to marry. Daniel is also looking out at the church crowd. He looks nervous. I give his hand a gentle squeeze and he looks at me.

“Are you okay?” I whisper and he nods, but I can tell he’s not. As he looks away from me again my mind starts to spiral, panic rising in my chest. I can’t do this. 

‘It’ll pass’

 I think I’m making a mistake. 

‘It’ll pass’

These feelings are too intense to ignore.

‘It’ll pass’

These feelings of love. Not for Daniel. For the priest. I don't want them to pass. 

“I object” I say quietly, staring down at my hand enclosed within Daniel’s. I can feel his gaze on my face as a wave of gasps and shocked murmuring works its way through the church. 

“What?” He says, a nervous laugh escapes his lips but the smile fades as my sad eyes lock onto his.

“I object” 

“To- to your own wedding…?” Father Crilly asks, voice full of confusion.

“I can’t do it. I can’t start a marriage with a lie.”

“Y/N? What are you talking about?” Daniel asks, gripping my hands tightly in his own, afraid to let go. 

“When you marry someone, there shouldn’t be any secrets. You have to be able to confess anything, trust them with everything… I need to be honest with you.” I pause, building up the courage to say what I need to say next. “Daniel I-”

“I cheated on you” he blurts out, earning another gasp from the crowd

“…what?” 

“I’ve been having an affair…” Daniel repeats “Tiff and I… we, uh-”

“Tiffany? My best friend Tiffany?” I ask and he nods “How long?”

“Maybe we should continue this somewhere else” Father Crilly tries to move us but I ignore him.

“How long Daniel? How long have you been sleeping with my best friend behind my back?”

“A few months I think”

“You think? What, you don't even remember?” I bring my hands up to my head, rubbing circles on my temples as I turn my back on Daniel and take deep breaths. 

“Y/N, please listen to me. I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you-” he puts his hands on my shoulders but I shrug him off.

“You say that a lot for someone who has repeatedly hurt me. Emotionally…” I turn back to face him “physically. And every time I make excuses for you, brush off the insults, hide the bruises because I thought I was in love with you. But I’m not. I don't love you. I haven’t loved you for a long time. I was just too scared to leave you. But I'm not scared anymore”

“I really think we should talk this through somewhere private” Father Crilly tries again but I shake my head. 

“I’m done.” I take Daniel’s hand and look him straight in the eye “Thank you for finally setting me free” 

I remove my engagement ring and place it in his hand before turning and walking back down the aisle to exit the church. Daniel runs after me, stopping me once we’re outside. 

“Y/N! Please just let me explain-”

“Did you ever stop to think how I would feel?” I spin around, taking him by surprise “When you were with her, did you consider me at all?” I pause, giving him the chance to respond but he doesn’t “See that’s the difference between you and me. All I ever do, all I’ve ever done, is think about you and how you’d react. A few days ago I kissed someone-”

“What?! Who?!” He yells, anger creeping onto his face

“Don't you dare get angry with me after what you’ve done!” I respond and he takes a deep breath “I could’ve done more. I had the opportunity to sleep with him. But I didn’t. Because I kept thinking about you, about how you would feel. And what you would do to me if you ever found out”

“I love you”

“No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have slept with my best friend. You don't love me, and that’s fine. I don't love you either, cause if I truly did then I wouldn’t have kissed the priest. I think we both just convinced ourselves we were in love because everyone else thought we were this fairytale love story. But maybe we were better off as friends.”

“Maybe” he says quietly, deep in thought “I’m really sorry, about everything. I treated you…terribly” 

Hearing a sincere, genuine apology from him, I finally feel at peace with it all. 

“It doesn’t matter now” I say, giving him a small smile “do you love Tiffany?”

He thinks for a moment before gently nodding his head. 

“I think so, yeah”

“You should tell her” I say, gesturing behind him as Tiffany comes running towards us. 

“Eva texted me.” She says breathlessly “Y/N, I am so sorry I should have-” 

I cut her off by pulling her into a hug.

“It’s okay” I say, releasing her and she looks at me in shock as I hand her my bridal bouquet “I hope you two are happy together. Really I mean that” 

I turn and walk away. 

“Where are you going?” Tiff calls after me.

“To get my happy ending” 

— — — — 

“Y/N?!” 

The priest looks at me confused as he answers his front door. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“You lied to me” I say deadpan “you said Father Crilly would make sure it all ran smooth. But it didn’t. Something went very very wrong during the ceremony.”

“What happened?” He looks genuinely concerned

“Well a few things. The bride objected, and then the groom confessed to cheating with the former maid of honour. Then the bride confessed to kissing the former priest and they both confessed to not loving each other.”

He stands looking at me for a few moments, taking it all in. 

“Wow” he finally says “so not smooth then?”

“No” I burst out laughing and the priest joins in before turning serious again. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, searching my face.

“Yeah” I say after a moment, “more than okay, I’m great. I feel like a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders”

“That’s good”

There’s a comfortable silence before I speak again. 

“You know, during the ceremony I kept hearing you in my head. Saying ‘It’ll pass’. And I realised something”

“What?”

“I don't ever want this feeling to pass. This feeling I get when I think of you, when I’m with you.” I pause to take a breath “I love you” 

“I love you too Y/N”

I smile. 

“So what happens now?”

He takes a step toward me, closing the gap as he brings his hands up to my face and crashes his lips to mine.

— — — — 

I started this story by saying every girl dreams of her perfect wedding day. 

Well mine ended up being far from perfect. 

But as I lay here wrapped in the priest’s arms, for the first time in a long time I’m happy. I’m free. 

And I’m in love.