#also? YOU ARE NOW THE GUEST. YOU HAVE ARRIVED. THE NICE HAND TOWELS ARE FOR *YOU*

[saentorine]

I guess we all got so spooked by the "don't use the nice towels for guests!!" rule up growing that now that I own a house all of my guests apparently would rather wipe their hands on the bath towel I use on my ass than the hand towels I have out for hands??

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 21 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad (I had to put the song that made me wanna create this fanfic)

“Hello hello!” Lily called as she arrived in the living room after the deep conversation regarding her love life had finished not long ago. “Bathroom’s free so first come first serve. Towels are on the rack and you can put your clothes in the laundry basket if you want.”

The triplets all thanked her before Nick decided that he’d go first after taking the suitcase upstairs to have his pyjamas ready, seeing as Lily was in hers. The girl plopped down on the couch next to Matt as Alex finally sat down too, next to Chris.

“What’d I miss?”

“We talked about how wonderful you are and that you’re the best person ever!” Alex joked.

“Damn, nothing I didn’t know then”, Lily teased back. “As long as you don’t force the guys to say shit like that.”

The four friends laughed at that, before Chris assured that they didn’t have to be pressured into admitting something that they could see for themselves, which actually made Lily feel so loved. She looked at Matt for confirmation, and he carefully nodded at his brother’s statement.

“Y’all are so nice to me”, Lily said as she wiped a fake tear. “I’ll need to invite you here more often.”

“Please do because y’all have a nice house,” Chris complimented. “Shit’s feels real cosy and homely.”

“That’s so sweet bro, we take that very seriously. Thanks.” Lily was truly appreciative to hear that her guests felt comfortable in the house as it was something that was important to her and Alex: making people feel welcome.

They kept talking about random subjects, from the triplets’ tour to the girls’ childhood, while the people on the couch kept changing for the next hour or so as each one of them would eventually go take a shower. This was the final shift of seats as Alex went to have hers and Lily was left with Nick, Matt and Chris – Bernard was travelling around the house and would occasionally come back to be petted by the group. As she saw the time that had come by, Lily suggested that they order food as the triplets might be hungry. They gladly accepted and Lily unlocked her phone to check for delivery options.

“Usually I’d actually cook for y’all but I’m kinda exhausted right now so tomorrow night if you’re still here. I can offer you pizzas for tonight?”

“We’ll never refuse pizzas”, Nick agreed with the proposal. “And we’ll definitely be here tomorrow night if you’re not tired of us yet.”

“I could never!”The girl faked to be offended. “Here, look at the menu and add your choices to the cart.”

Lily passed her phone to the triplets so that they could decide what they wanted before they gave it back to her. She then chose for her and Alex before confirming the order that would arrive soon enough. While they waited, Lily asked the triplets what they wanted to drink.

“I’m mostly asking Nick and Matt though, I’m certain Chris wants a pepsi. Would I be right?”

“Absolutely, you know me so well wow!” Chris sarcastically laughed before thanking the girl.

Nick and Matt joined Lily in the kitchen to see the other choices for themselves. They felt lucky that the girls had similar taste to them as Nick was able to get a Saint Pellegrino while Matt also got a Pepsi as he saw that the fridge had quite a lot in it.

“Y’all will have to thank Alex for that”, Lily said as she handed the youngest triplets their drinks. “Girly has been addicted to soda since high school, though not as bad as Chris luckily.”

“Thank you for pointing that out!” Nick exclaimed. “He really needs to notice how bad his drinking habits are.”

“Wait, as a good host I should actually give him water then”, Lily seriously offered.

“Being a good host means listening to your guests’ needs though?” Chris tried to reason as he wasn’t giving up his can.

“Your brain might want all that sugar but I swear your body truly needs water bro. This is the only Pepsi you’ll get tonight so cherish it because you’ll be water hydrated for the rest of the night.”

“I’m for real considering hiring you as his life coach right now”, Matt half-joked. “He needs that kind of attitude around him that isn’t coming from Nick or me.”

“Sure,” Lily replied. “How much is the job?”

“You’re leaving me, what?” Alex dramatically questioned as she kept appearing at the most out-of- context moments in conversations. “How am I gonna live without you by my side? Nooooo!”

“I’d never babe, don’t worry.” Lily reassured as everyone laughed at Alex’s fake offence. “Sorry guys, I can’t leave the love of my life alone.”

“We’ll manage, it’s okay.” Matt sat down at the table while opening his own can. “At least we have your number if we actually need your skills one day.”

“We don’t though?” Chris raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You are the only one in contact with Lily bro.”

“Correct,” Nick realised. “I’ll need a way to contact both of you right now.”

“I’ll send Lily’s number to you and give her yours,” Matt offered. “Alex too obviously, we’ll all need yours.”

“Yayy!” The blonde girl agreed. “We soooo must have a group chat because I know it’s the best way for us to keep in touch.”

“Also correct, that’s a necessity.” Nick was completely on board as he felt excited about talking more with the two girls even after he and his brothers would go back to Los Angeles.

Right as the pizzas arrived, phones were being exchanged so that everyone could get all the numbers they were missing. Soon enough, they all had each other’s numbers and they could directly transition to eating dinner. It was a much needed moment as the triplets got to know the girls better, especially in an environment they were familiar with.

After they had finished eating, Alex only had one idea in her mind which she decided to share:

“What do y’all think about watching a movie? Best way to end the day and it doesn’t require any energy.”

Although Lily felt tired, she agreed as she saw that Nick, Matt and Chris were down for it. The girls offered them to look at their DVDs since it would be quicker to choose than using a streaming platform. The triplets couldn’t help but notice the amount of Disney movies they had and one in particular caught Nick’s eye as he took it out to admire it.

“You have Edward Scissorhands?!”

“Yep”, Alex replied with a smile. “One of our favourites!”

To this, Nick immediately decided that they needed to watch it without any care as to what his brothers would say – they would never turn down Nick’s favourite movie and even less if the girls loved it too. The group therefore settled on the couch as Lily put on the movie. She threw multiple blankets on the couch in case anyone needed one during the evening and apologised when she actually hit Matt with two of them at the same time, to which he playfully threw one of the small pillows at her when she went to sit down.

As the movie started, the excitement could be seen on Nick’s face. He was always over the moon when he’d watch it and being able to have this in common with his new friends was a bonus. Although Lily loved Edward Scissorhands, the tiredness was catching up to her. She hated the fact that she was close to falling asleep in front of this masterpiece, especially when it had only been half an hour since the movie had begun. It didn’t help that the couch was extremely comfortable and the blankets were keeping her warm.

Soon enough, Lily was actually asleep. Because of the dim lights in the room, it wasn’t noticeable by the others that her eyes had closed and they only realised when the movie eventually ended. As Alex saw that Lily wasn’t moving when they turned on the lights and decided to all go to sleep, she nudged her side to notify her of the end of the movie. Alex had hesitated to let her sleep on the couch but when she remembered that the triplets were here, she thought it would be more practical to have Lily sleep upstairs. Therefore, Lily was gently woken up and she apologised for having fallen asleep. They all reassured her that they didn’t mind, especially Matt who knew that driving was pretty tiresome sometimes. Before they went upstairs, Lily asked about the sleeping arrangements as the triplets would split between Alex’s room and the couch. They quickly chose that Matt and Chris would be together in Alex’s room – as they were used to that back home because of Chris never sleeping in his own room – while Nick would be alone on the couch, thus giving him the space he deserved. Therefore, while Alex accompanied Matt and Chris upstairs, Lily prepared the couch for Nick. As she still looked tired, Nick offered to help Lily but she refused as he was the guest here.

“Thank you for that.”

“No problem, have a good night and make yourself at home. Come get me or Alex if you need anything.”

“That’s kind thanks but I’ll let you both rest, don't worry.” Nick waved at Lily as she was leaving him downstairs. “Sleep well too!”

The pair smiled at each other before Lily went upstairs to join Alex. She arrived at the same time as the blonde bid Matt and Chris goodnight so she did the same as they had left the door open to wish her a good night too. Lily then went to her room and found Alex already on her bed as she couldn’t wait for a sleepover with her best friend, although it would be all sleep and no chit-chatting.

“I still cannot believe we have the Sturniolo triplets in our house bro.”

“No but same,” Lily agreed. “Although it feels less like that, you know? We’re actually becoming friends with them.”

“You and Matt already were I guess but yeah, I’m just scared we’re gonna wake up tomorrow and they’re not here.”

“Don’t worry babe”, Lily assured as she slid under the covers. “They can’t get rid of us now.”

Alex snickered at that before hugging Lily and wishing her a good night, to which Lily said the same back to her, before both girls drifted off to sleep.

~~~

I guess I did have a nap before sleeping, Lily thought as she was already awake at nine o’clock in the morning. Turning to the side, she saw that her best friend was still sound asleep and would be for a while. No point in staying in bed in case I wake her up. Lily then decided to head downstairs after a quick journey to the bathroom to do her morning routine. However, as she arrived in the living-room, the girl almost let out a gasp as she saw someone on her couch. Oh my fucking– fuck, she internally swore as she had almost forgotten that Nick was sleeping there. Damn, where do I go now? She wondered as she eyed the kitchen that was the only room available at the moment. Lily knew that the triplets might not wake up soon enough so she decided that she had time to prepare a nice breakfast for everyone, given that she hadn’t cooked for them yesterday evening. What’s something everyone could enjoy? And something I also make easily enough? Lily hesitated as she tried to quietly rummage through the cupboards and the fridge to look amongst the ingredients she had. She quickly chose to make pancakes as it was a basic recipe for her and everyone would be able to customise it to their liking. 

~~~

Half an hour later, Lily was almost done with the batter as she had prepared enough to feed a family of ten. She was confident in her cooking skills and hoped that the triplets would like her food as much as Alex did. Focused on heating the pancakes, Lily hadn’t noticed someone quietly slipping in the kitchen until they talked to her.

“Hey”, a soft voice called. “What are you doing up this early?”

“Oh my–” Lily did a 180�� so fast that Matt thought she would end up dizzy. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to…”

“No worries bro. I was too deep in thought, my spatial awareness is at its lowest right now.” Lily turned back to keep an eye on the food before continuing. “You slept well?”

“I did, thanks. You?”

“Yep, everything’s good.”

“What are you making?” Matt wondered as he walked to stand next to the girl. “Smells great.”

“Pancakes”, Lily replied while flipping them. “Please tell me y’all like that. I can always make you something else if needed.”

“That’s perfect, don’t worry.” Matt leaned back on the counter with a smile to reassure Lily. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to though. I’ve always loved cooking for Alex and this is a recipe I mastered long ago so I’m just showing off to be honest.”

“I’ll be the judge of this so-called mastering then.”

“Wanna try one now?” Lily offered as she was finishing the first pancakes out of many more that would come. “No one would know you got an early tasting.”

“How can I refuse when you’re offering?” Matt rhetorically asked as he gladly accepted the fork Lily gave him.

While he was chewing, Lily turned off the heat as she turned sideways to observe Matt’s reaction. He looked neutral so she had no idea how to interpret him. However, as he quickly took another bite, Lily relaxed with a sigh before switching her gaze from his face to his attire. She couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing the usual pyjamas he would wear in videos: a basic short-sleeved white t-shirt that allowed his tattoos to be visible with blue plaid sweatpants, in which he does look good even when he just woke up.

“This is so freaking good!” Matt whisper-yelled of excitement, bursting Lily’s bubble of daydream. His eyes almost twinkled as he held a smile on his face. “You can be proud of yourself Lily, you truly mastered pancakes.”

“Thanks Matt, that means a lot.” Lily had always known she was a good cook – not deserving of a Michelin star though she was above average for certain recipes – but hearing those compliments from Matt made her feel special. “Will Chris and Nick like that, you think?”

“Of course, no way they’re not eating that.” As he finished his pancake, Matt thought for a bit. “I might actually tell them you’re the worst cook ever just so I can have more.”

“You will have enough for yourself I hope, but I’ll be happy to make some for you anytime again.”

“That’ll be my pleasure.”

As they smiled at each other, Lily and Matt were almost forgetting that anytime might not be for a while as those moments together were only temporary. Soon enough, Matt would go back to Boston with his brothers then to Los Angeles, thus leaving Lily with Alex in Spring Hill. Soon enough, thousands of miles would separate them along with a three hours difference, although they would still be in the same country. But for now, the present was more important and as they both put the near happening reality in the back of their minds, the two friends simply enjoyed the time they currently had together.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[safetycar-restart]

you know these wellness areas that some hotels have? consider this hot idea... in the after hours, late af at night: sneaking off with charles to fool around in a hotel's basement pool, say, in imola, only to wind up having vanilla sex in the adjacent empty sauna 😳

he'd be so nervous about public intimacy, but there's no other hotel guest, no staff, no nothing. it's italy! everyone is off to eat and party. so you have the entire space for yourself, it's gonna be so insanely sweaty and pleasurable ❤️and since you took the pill, no french monégasque letter needed.

just imagine that hot, tight body getting into the rhythm, oh my word. that towel around his hip will be pretty tousled. this clumsy bee :3 and well... charles is charles, so of course he'll be vocal. it's gonna be such a turn-on to see this lil' cutie struggle containing himself 🤓

- george's long legs anon <3

HELLO GEORGE’S LONG LEGS ANON YOU BEEN MISSED AND HOLY FUCK DID YOU RETURN WITH A BANGER!!

So since you said Italy, maybe you two decide to stop off in some random hotel between Maranello and Imola? There's no real reason to, but you decide that Charles deserves a nice stay over at a ridiculously nice hotel with just you before he has to face the tifosi in full force.

But as you two arrive at the hotel, you find out that Imola has been cancelled? And well... impromptu weekend at the hotel it is.

Charles acts like he's very disappointed the GP has been cancelled, but you know that it's just an act because he knows that's what should be feeing. But in reality, he's so so happy and so relieved. He needs this break, just you and him.

There's basically no one in the hotel, and you two have it all to yourselves. You and him order room service that night, sharing dinner together and then falling asleep ridiculously early.

The result is both of you waking up at 2am and being wide awake, and well, Charles no longer has a race weekend to drive at so there's no reason why Charles can't mess up his sleep schedule a little bit.

Originally the plan is just to go for a swim, which you two do and it's so nice.

(Sidenote: charles doesn't want to sunbathe or swim laps at the pool, he wants to play mermaids, with goggles and flippers and intricate lore)

You're both kissing in the pool pretty soon, and that's when you feel Charles start to shiver against you. Which is just absolutely unacceptable, because your sweet boy cant ever be cold, absolutely not.

So you take him to the sauna.

Of course he's hard by this point, because he's been with you the whole night and been making out with you in the pool and he's got the whole weekend out with you so of course he;s gonna get hard.

And well... there's no one else in the sauna, and he's all whiney against you, kissing your neck and trying to sneak his hand under your shirt.

You have to let him suck on your fingers to keep him quiet, otherwise he'll scream the whole hotel down. You also have to ride him, just moving his towel enough to free his cock and bouncing on it.

Charles is in absolute heaven. He's feeling so so good, not a single thought in his head. He always feels overwhelmed with you, but the combination of that and the heat from the sauna makes it a whole other level.

The moment the sex is over, you two have to head right back to the hotel room because Charles needs to give you head RIGHT NOW.

[xandriagreat]

Fate Be Changed

Chapter 4: Animal Party Mayhem

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Notice/warnings: food/eating/drinking, rude/mean, CAPs, fighting, body horror/transformation, screaming/shouting/yelling, chasing, kiss

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Around 6 PM

Diane just got out of the shower and just dried off in a towel, now in her undergarments. She was finding an outfit to wear for the party.

It was the weekend after all and it was at Hogwild's place.

The music was on her 1997 CD player radio and it was playing NSYNC's ‘bye bye bye'.

She was humming along with the lyrics as she looked at different dresses, suits and jumpsuits.

She found the perfect dress.

It was something she got from her 18th birthday and wore to her high school senior prom. 

It was her mother's old dress from the 70s. It was a pink and blue dress with a light blue shawl wrapped around it.

‘Hope it still fits.’ she thought as she tried it on.

It fit her perfectly.

Diane looked in the full length mirror in her room and she smiled at her reflection.

She looked like she could be a princess.

She begins doing her hair and makeup and then putting on the jewelry before she gets her light pink heels with small bows on top.

Diane looked at herself in the mirror before leaving.

She definitely looks like a princess now.

Then she heard her cell phone ring. She picked it up and looked at it.

It was a text from Pam.

[Pam: I’m almost to your place. I’ll have one of the girls get you when we arrive. Don’t forget the food that you made.]

She began to text her back. 

[Me: Got it.]

Diane quickly grabbed her purse, putting her phone in it, and went to the kitchen, where she made some beignets and vegan foie gras prior before getting ready. 

She hummed and checked that she had everything ready as she waited.

Then the door was knocked on.

She went to check and it was Ruby, who was wearing a red dress.

“Hi Diane! Wow! You look beautiful!” Ruby exclaimed, looking at Diane’s look.

“Thank you, Ruby. I Thought I would wear something From our high school. It still fits.” Diane said with a soft smile. 

Ruby hummed and nodded with a smile before asking, “Need any help carrying the plates?”

“Don’t worry, I got it. I got it. But thanks.” Diane said as she got the big dishes and went out of the apartment. She did her best with balancing the plates on her left hand and forearm while locking the door before she went with Ruby to the car.

Pam was waiting in the car for Diane and Ruby with Rhonda and Joy in the back. 

She was fixing her box braids in the rearview mirror. She was wearing her special party dress which was a black and gold asymmetrical type.

Then she heard tapping from the window on the passenger side. Pam looks over to see Diane and Ruby. Diane held a plate full of beignets.

"Right on time, girl." Pam said with a smile, unlocking the passenger side door and opening it so Diane would get in.

“Hi, girls!” Diane said, smiling as she closed the door after getting seated and her seatbelt on.

"Now we need to get going." Rhonda said from the backseat, who was wearing a yellow jumpsuit.

"We don't want to get in traffic again!" Joy said also from the backseat, wearing a full black dress.

"Look, Let's just have a good time." Ruby said as she got in the back and got her seat belt on.

Pam nodded and started the car.

They went to the party.

◇

They soon arrived at the party.

The party was lovely.

There were a lot of people there, all dressed up nice and ready to party.

"Last college party before graduation." Diane said to herself.

The Hogwild staff greeted all the guests and reminded them to be on their good behavior.

Emily Lou Hogwild was talking to one of the guests. She is wearing a beautiful pink heart puffy dress.

"Looks like Emily Lou is having fun." Diane said to the three.

“Plus, that dress, isn't that from prom high school senior year 1996?” Joy sarcastically ask about Emmylou 

Diane looks at the dress, thinking for a moment. “That’s a new dress in the fashion line that Emily Lou is in.” Diane said, looking at her. 

“Right, good point.” Joy said, looking at Diane.

Diane nodded with a smile. Then she went to the staff, asking the staff where to put the food and they told her where.

Diane went to the food table as she added her two plates of the beignets and vegan foie gras with the other foods on the food table. 

She started having some fun by socializing and small dances. 

Then Diane saw that Rhonda was on a phone call as she went to one of the tables to get herself a drink. 

“Hey, Milton. Did Stefaine come over with her two friends?” Rhonda said on the phone. Diane watches Rhonda being quiet to listen to her friend on the phone then Rhonda asks, “What do you mean by that?”

Diane got curious about what Rhona was asking and talking about on the phone.

But then Diane’s attention went to Pam, who was being bothered by a big muscle man.

The man was wearing a red ripped sleeves vest, showing a bull tattoo on his arm, dark jeans.

"Buck, please leave me alone, or I'll ask Hogwild to get the guards to kick you out." Pam said, warning in her voice as she glaring at him.

"Aww, come on, baby… You don't mind me being a manly man. Can I continue showing my tattoo to you, a curvy and thin beautiful juicy black woman?" Buck flirted

Pam did have a pretty natural set of curves, but she felt like insults more than a compliment because of her body. Of course he was one of the few that sexually harassed her at the college. She completely kicked him and slapped him in the face.

She was about to walk away but Buck grabbed her arm.

"Do that again and I will use Kung Fu on you!" Pam said, pulling her arm away. 

Emily Lou came to check what was going on and luckily pulled her friend out of the situation, walking away from him.

"That guy is bothering you again?" Diane asked Pam when she walked over to them.

Pam nodded and mumbled, "I hate men like him."

"Agreed." Diane said, getting a drink.

“Let’s go outside. For some fresh air.” Pam suggested, pointing out to the front porch.

The three friends went out to the front porch to get some fresh air.

"Ahhh, fresh air!" Emily Lou exclaimed, smiling and taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah, at least we are out of the crowd" Ruby said, stretching her legs.

Daine nodded. “Yep.”

As Daine sips her drink, she sees something in the distance by the gate.

It looks like a man.

He was looking around the place through the gate before spotting them. The man waved to get their attention.

“Hey, Em.” Diane started, pointing at the man.

Emily Lou looked and noticed the man.

“Oh! Hey, Michael!” she called out to a guard. She went to a guard to tell him to open the gate.

The guard listened and immediately opened the gate and let the guy in and asked the servant if he could help him.

The friends went inside to see the guy, to see if he’s alright or not.

Diane noticed and recognized the guy was one of the men with the woman who bumped into her earlier that day but he didn't speak, which confused her.

'That man…' Diane thought for a moment. But then she was bumped into by a guy with his girlfriend and other buddy, Buck.

"Why are you out here, freak." Buck growled.

He has always called her that and he has made fun of her and family and cultural background, including her intelligence and hard work.

"I was just having a fun time with my friends. Thank you very much." Diane said, trying to be calm and not start a fight. “Why won't you just mind your own business and go back to the party? Haven't you bothered each of us enough? You need to grow up, When not going to be in college forever you know?"

Buck rolled his eyes.

"Well look who just woke up the girl whose parents should have married the same color." the woman said, crossing her arms across her chest and looking at Diane with a judgmental look. 

"If you have a problem with me, stay out of it!" Diane growled, warning in her voice. 

“Hey! Watch it!” the boyfriend shouted at her.

Diane glared at him and growled, “You watch it.”

She started to get mad.

“Oh, you should control that anger of yours.” Buck said with a dark chuckle. “That would just ruin things for you.”

The girlfriend nodded with a hum.

“That is why a woman of your background, you will never be in a government position, wouldn't have a hands full, trying to run a campaign like that." the boyfriend said. "You are better off as a housewife and a subordinate to men!”

Diane growled and then the next thing everyone knew was that she started to fight the guy. 

But then the man ripped her dress and pushed her, knocking down Diane to the big inside fountain as her shoes flew off her feet.

Diane was wet now and her mother's beautiful dress was ruined.

The woman and Buck started to laugh at her.

But it was short as Emily Lou and some guards got to them.

Buck and the couple nervously chuckled about to leave the scene.

The guards blocked them as Emily Lou exclaimed, “What did I say about roughhousing?! There is no roughhousing!”

Before the three could say anything, the guards took them out of the party.

Emily Lou helps Diane out of the big fountain. “You ok?” she asked, worriedly.

Diane didn’t answer and just started to cry.

“Oh, honey…” Emily Lou said softly, hugging her.

Pam, Ruby, Rhonda, and Joy walk over to them as Emily Lou hugs Diane to comfort her.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” Emily Lou said as Rhonda picked up the shoes.

Diane nodded, looking down.

"I got something for you, Sugar." Emily Lou reassured Diane, guiding her to the second floor to where one of the bathrooms that was near Emily Lou's bedroom.

◇

Diane got dried up in the bathroom after cleaning up. She got on her garments when there was a knock on the door. “Enter.” she said, looking at the door.

The door opened to reveal Emily Lou.

“Hey, Honey. I have something for ya.” Emily Lou said, walking in with a dress box. “Since your dress got ruined and is being fixed now, I got a dress from the fashion line that I was in. Don’t worry. I made sure it’s the right size for you.”

Diane took the box from Emily Lou. “Thanks…”

Emily Lou nodded and left the bathroom, closing the door so Diane could get dressed.

She went to the other young women, who were in her bedroom.

They were looking at their reflection in the mirror, fixing their dresses and makeup.

"Hopefully that'll be the last time we ever see Buck." Pam said, fixing her box braids with some. 

"I mean to be honest, us girls are getting sick and tired of men like Buck." Joy said, fixing her dark purple lipstick.

“Yeah, thankfully he and his friends are not getting back into the party again. I'm thinking about filing a restraining order, but I'm just glad we're going to graduate from college to get away from him, FOR GOOD!” Emily Lou said.

The women start to change the subject a few times, to not focus on the bad.

“Do you all remember wishing on stars?” Ruby asked at one point, looking at everyone.

The four other young women nodded.

“You know, I thought that wishing on stars was just for… Babies and crazy people.” Emily Lou said as she was finishing up doing her makeup.

That’s when Diane came out of the bathroom and into the room.

The young women gasped when they turned around and saw Diane in the new dress as she looked down.

It was a beautiful pink sleeveless dress.

“Oh! Look at you! Aren’t you just as pretty as a Rose from Spain in March?" Emily Lou said, smiling as she walked to her. "Seems like only yesterday we were… heh… all of us little girls… dreaming our future lives. And now all of us, all grown up, ready for graduation. Well… back into the party!”

Emily Lou ran out with Joy and Rhonda as Ruby and Pam were about to follow but noticed that Diane looked down, hugging herself.

"Don't worry, we'll give you some space." Ruby said, looking at Diane, putting the necklace back on her.

"Yeah. You just need to process things." Pam said "But don't worry, we'll be right back to check on you, ok?"

Diane nodded.

Ruby and Pam went to join the party, closing the door of the bedroom.

Diane began sitting on bed, taking out something from her purse and it was the photos of her grandmother and great grandmother. 

She stood up and walked towards the balcony. She began thinking about her life.

She couldn't believe that she was humiliated and made her feel bad after all this.

Diane looked at the night sky and the stars.

She saw a few shooting stars.

'I can not believe I’m doing this.' Diane thought. Then, with her wish in mind, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Please… Please… Please!”

She opened her eyes and stared at the starry sky, hoping for a miracle. 

After a while, Diane spotted a redknee tarantula with a hoodie on the rail and gasped from being startled for a moment.

Then Diane frowned as she glared at the starry sky. "Very funny." the young woman mumbled, looking at the starry sky. Then she looked at the tarantula and chuckled, “So, what now? I reckon you want a kiss?"

The tarantula stared at Daine for a moment. But then the spider spoke, "If it turns me and my friends back, then yes."

Diane’s eyes widened at that before she screamed loudly backing away fast as she ran back inside.

Then she trips on something, making her fall and crashing into the closet cabinet hard that it tips over, hitting the lamp light and the room becomes dark.

‘Opps…’ Diane thought as she looked at the broken lamp before looking at what she tripped.

It was a snake hiding under the bed, with half of the tail poking out. The snake slithered out of the bed. The snake was wearing a red Hawaii shirt and bucket hat.

Diane gasped loud and got up.

Just then she began hearing a voice call out, “We’re sorry! We didn’t mean to scare you.”

Diane looks up to see a silhouette of some type of person from the balcony. “You… You know these animals?” she asked, trying to calm down.

The person nodded as they started to walk over and said, “Yes. I know them, one is a friend and the other is my partner… The reason that they’re animals is because of… me.” 

When the person got about five feet from Diane, the person wasn’t human but a wolf.

Diane gasps and begins finding something to throw at the strangers, which were mostly stuffed dolls and animals.

The three strangers avoided throwing dolls. 

“I- wait, no, no! Wait, wait, wait! Hold on!" The spider said, jumping onto her arm. "You know, you have a very strong arm."

Diane looked at the spider with wide eyes and swatted the spider.

The spider landed on the desk. “OW!” the spider exclaimed when hitting the top of the desk.

"Stay back, or I’ll… I’ll…" Diane started, picking up a book from the floor in a panic.

The wolf raised up his hand and grabbed Diane’s arms, so she didn’t squish the spider. “Wait! Please, please, please… Allow us to introduce ourselves.” the wolf said in a calm voice. “I am Mason Wolf or also known as Moe Wolf.”

"And I'm Herbert Scale." the snake said, waving with the tail.

“And I’m Webs.” the spider said, standing up right on the desk.

Diane stopped herself and looked at the three ‘animals’, slowly lowering the book down as the ‘wolf’ let go of her.

"Wait a minute…" Diane said, putting up a pointer finger up as she got her thoughts together. "But I didn’t wish for… Hold on, if you’re the missing Mason Wolf, then… then who was that at the gate that Emily Lou let in?" She points at the ‘wolf’ and then at the door.

The three looked at each other, confused about what she’s talking about.

“All I know is one minute we’re human and the next thing we know…" Herbert started but then tripped on his tail, still getting used to his body as Moe walked over to him and picked him up. “We’re these animals!”

Diane began to back away slowly, still holding a book close to herself, ready to smack any of them.

She finally recognized them. 

They were the same people she met earlier.

“Wait… you three were at the diner.” Diane said, pointing at the three while holding the book with one arm.

"Well, yeah…” Webs started, sounding awkward but then it changed to excitement when looking at the book title of the book that Daine was holding. “Wait! I know this story!"

Diane looked at the title of the book in those same cursive letters.

The Frog Prince

“The Frog Prince?" she asked as she read the title then looked at the tarantula again.

“Oh yeah! I remember reading it” Moe said, grabbing it from Diane and taking a look at it. “Yes, yes, yes… My mother used to read this to me almost every night before bed as a kid!"

He began looking through the book until he stopped at a page then set it on the desk where Webs was and then Webs was flipping a page back and forth.

It was the Frog Prince kissing the Princess and the transformation back to a human Prince.

"Yes, yes! This is exactly the answer!" Webs said before turning around to look at Diane. "You must kiss one of us!"

"Excuse me?" Diane said, confused.

“What?” Herbert asked in disgust.

“Don’t worry." Moe said, walking to Diane. "It’ll just be one kiss-”

The next thing that everyone knew was that Moe was pulled back by Herbert and held him as if to say ‘mine’.

Diane looks at the three ‘animals’, very uncomfortable. 

“Look, I’m sorry. I’d really like to help you, but I just…” Diane said with a sigh before she turned around, her arms crossed across her chest. “I don’t mess with things that shouldn’t be messed with.”

The three begin looking at each other in shock then at Diane.

“Wait a second! But… On the balcony, you ask me…” Webs started, pointing at the open balcony.

“I didn’t expect you to answer!” Diane exclaimed angry, turning around to look at her and pointing at the balcony.

"But you must kiss one of us." Webs said. 

“Not us!” Herbert growled, still hugging Moe close.

Diane looked at the ‘snake’ and ‘wolf’ with a deadpan look. “Well, why don't you two kiss?” she asked with some sass.

Herbert stared at Diane for a moment before hiding his face behind Moe’s shoulder.

Moe gently patted Herbert’s head as he looked at Diane and explained, “We… We tried but nothing happened.”

Diane hummed and nodded.

"Look,” Webs started, getting Diane's attention, “if you help us, we can offer you some type of reward or a wish we could grant perhaps… Yes?"

Diane stared at the ‘animals’ before looking at the photos of her grandmother and great grandmother. Then she sighed and looked at Webs. 

“Just… One kiss?” Diane asked, making sure if it’s just one.

“Just one.” Webs said, nodding. "But just to let you know… This is my first kiss… So… This is going to be awkward."

“That’s fine.” Diane said, offering her hand to her. 

Webs got on her hand.

Diane picked her up and close to a kiss but then had to set her down on the desk again so that she could calm down from all that’s going through her head. “Ok Diane, you can do this… Just a little kiss, just a little kiss." she reassured herself.

Webs found a Spearmint flavored breath mint nearby. She immediately chewed on it, hoping to get a good breath. She swallowed after she finished chewing and looked at Diane. “Ready when you’re ready.”

When Diane calmed down, she turned around, picked up Webs, and kissed her. 

Then an electric light running through even some sort of lightning of different colors started to spin around quickly all around them.

Then loud ZAP shocked them, making the four go back flying back and knocking them out when hitting the floor.

◇

When it was over, Webs, Herbert, and Moe groaned as they woke up.

They checked to see if anything had changed for them.

They were still the same.

“It didn't work.” Moe said, looking at his tail.

Herbert and Webs sighed.

“Wait, where’s the lady?” Webs asked, looking around.

The three ‘animals’ look for Diane, who was on the ground. 

They noticed the dress that ripped but they also noticed that there was something different now. Not about the dress but Diane herself.

The three friends gasped in shock when looking at Diane. 

◇

Diane groaned a bit as she woke up and looked at the three.

“I don't get it.” Diane said, looking at them confused. “You three don’t look different. How do you guys stay the same and why did I end up-?” 

But when she began dusting some dust off the dress to realize she now has four fingers and a big paw, instead of her usual five fingers and her hand. Her body is covered in orange cream colored fur all over. She touched her face realizing her mouth became a muzzle as she turned to the full length mirror to see that she completely shifted into a fox. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed as she jumped up to stand up.

That startled the three.

"Easy lady! Do not panic!" Webs said, trying to reassure.

"What did you do to me?!" Diane exclaimed, looking at the three before looking back at her reflection in the mirror. "I got half a foot taller than my normal height! I'm furry and orange! My ears are up and pointy! My feet and body are a bit bigger than normal! Is that a tail?! And my mouth is big, my nose is small and pink and my teeth are sharp!" 

Diane inspects her new body, touching her new set of teeth and texture of fur.

Webs, Herbert, and Moe looked at each other before going to her.

“The sharp teeth are called fangs.” Moe corrected, pointing at the mouth.

"You have soft fur." Webs said, feeling the texture of Diane’s new fur.

"Plus your tail looks like it's fluffy up." Herbert said, looking at her tail.

Diane looked at the three in the mirror reflection, eye twitching, feeling the anger and blood boiling. Diane began pretending to roll up sleeves, ready for a fight. 

The three noticed and felt that they needed to go. 

"We gotta-!" Webs started to shout.

“Run!” Herbert shouted, grabbing Webs and already quickly slithering to get out.

Moe ran with Webs and Herbert slither quickly to the balcony as Diane starts to shout at them in German and she starts chasing them to attack them.

When they got to the balcony, Diane ran after them and ran into them, causing all four of them to fall off the balcony and into the pool.

They made a big splash into the pool.

All four ‘animals’ got out of the water and layed on the pool deck, coughing and catching their breath.

When they got their breath, Diane glared at the three and started to chase them again, shouting in German after them.

◇

The ruckus noise outside was so loud that it got the attention of the people at the party.

People turned their heads around and went to the windows to the back to see what was going on outside.

“What’s going on?” one asked, looking out one of the windows.

“Are those humans or animals?” another asked, also looking out one of the windows.

“Run!!!” another shouted at the beings that were running.

Emily Lou, Pam, Joy, Ronda, and Ruby walked over to one of the windows to the back to see what was going on.

Joy begins to shrug her shoulders at the situation. “Whatever.” she mumbled.

“That's not helping, Joy.” Pam said, looking at her before looking at the window again. 

The five young women look out the window a bit more.

“The one person sounds a lot like Diane when she is angry.” Ruby said, pointing at the person who was chasing the other people.

“Let’s see what’s going on.” Emily Lou said before going outside to confront what’s going on.

The other four young women followed her to see what the commotion was about.

◇

Diane continued to chase the three, still yelling at them in German.

She was so angry that she didn’t look where she was running that she accidentally crashed into Emily Lou, Pam, Joy, and Ronda.

Diane stumbled back a bit and fell into the pool again, causing a big splash again.

She swam up and got on the pool deck again, coughing for a moment as she looked at her four friends, who were now wet.

Emily Lou was upside down showing a gown cage underneath the skirt and her undergarments underneath.

Pam, Joy, and Ronda fell over too and were on the ground.

All five of Diane’s friends were shocked to see Diane in a different form.

“Diane?” Emily Lou, Pam, Joy, and Ronda asked in shock and worry.

Diane looked at them and smiled awkwardly at her friends. “Hallo.” she said in her accent.

She touched the puddle as she stood up but there was a small electrical shot that went through the four of her friends. They felt tingling sensations in their hands.

“What- Diane?” Ruby called out when she got near them.

Diane looked at Ruby and waved awkwardly at her. “Hallo.” she said again in her accent.

Then people begin to scream when they see Diane, who froze in fear.

"Guards!" Emily Lou's dad shouted to get the guards’ attention. “Get those animals!”

"Uh-oh." Diane said, her eyes wide with fear.

The next thing she knew was that Moe quickly grabbed her and they started to run.

Mayhem was on the loose as the guards started to run after the ‘animals’, which got everyone’s attention, including the fake Moe, who was holding a drink.

"Run faster!" Moe shouted as they ran.

"I can't! Do I run on all fours or twos!? I'm a FOX!" Diane shouted while running.

“Just don’t get caught!” the three ‘animals’ shouted.

They ran as the party was in chaos.

Some guests were screaming in panic while some of the guests were cheering and making bets as they all watched the guards try to get the ‘animals’.

The ‘animals’ got to the backyard bar section, Moe got an idea as he grabbed two bottles of champagne. He shook the two and popped both to spray two guards down. 

But when the two bottles were empty, Moe panicked. “Uhhh… heh…” he chuckled awkwardly as he tossed the empty bottles at a guard. 

Then he ran with the others to get away from the guards.

The four ‘animals’ run as fast as they can as more guards approach them. 

The four ran to the great big metal fence of the backyard, the guards were gaining on them.

Webs and Herbert were able to go through the fence by their different shapes and sizes.

Diane and Moe weren’t.

They looked around quickly to see where they could get out.

Diane spotted a huge tree that the branches went over the fence. “There!” she exclaimed, grabbing Moe’s wrist as she kicked off her shoes. They both ran to the tree and climbed up.

Webs and Herbert were worried for them as they watched them climb.

“We got to do something!” Webs said, worried.

Herbert looked around quickly to then find a hot air balloon tied up on the tree.

“Come on!” he said, grabbing Webs and went to it.

They immediately hopped in, trying to get it to start. Herbert tries to get it to work but his tail doesn't work. "Stupid slimy tail!" Herbert mumbled to himself, trying to get his tail to work so they could escape.

Moe and Diane got to the branch that went over the fence. They slowly, but also quickly, walked on the branch. They both carefully jumped down and got the rope untied before getting into the basket. 

“I got it!” Diane said, getting the fire of the hot air balloon working.

Soon as the hot air balloon was working, it floated up quickly before any of the guards grabbed them.

Diane and Moe were unaware that one of them must have cut off the rope from their fingernails which now are claws.

"Pew, man that was close." Webs said, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Agreed.” Herbert and Moe said, sitting down in the basket.

Diane was looking at the three and said, “Ok… you three need to explain ALL of this.” 

"Well… Since it’s going to be a long night, we should get somewhat comfortable." Moe started, looking at Diane. “Luckily there’s blankets and pillows here.”

Diane looked at him for a moment, nodding and putting more heat into the air balloon before sitting down.

◇■

As the four flew up in the sky, they were unaware that Marmalade was watching all of this in disguise.

He looked at ‘Moe’ inside and noticed him rushing out the party. 

He followed him by the shadows.

‘Moe’ got to an abandoned shop and went inside. 

He went into the back of the shop to a huge cloth that was covering a few things. He removed the cloth to find that the two big cages and one little cage were broken and the chains were easily broken as well.

‘Moe’ gasped when seeing the empty cages as Marmalade showed up from the shadows.

"You let them go?!" Marmalade asked 'Moe' in anger.

‘Moe’ jumped and turned around to look at Marmalade. (You’re quiet.) ‘Moe’ signed at him.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Marmalade growled, walking over to him.

(Hold on. Please. Let me explain.) ‘Moe’ signed, backing away. (The wolf was begging me to leave the keys-)

Then ‘Moe’ was tripped by Marmalade’s shadow.

‘Moe’ looked up to see Marmalade’s shadow ‘laughing’ at him before disappearing into the shadows.

(How did I ever get tangled up in this madness? I can't go through with this!) 'Moe' signs in anger. Then he takes the talisman off, turning him back to… Cuddles as thunder rumbles outside.

Marmalade rolled his eyes.

(You wear this awful thing!) Cuddles signs before he throws the talisman at him.

Marmalade’s eyes got wide in fear from the action. "CAREFUL WITH THAT!!!” he shouted as he quickly grabbed the talisman before it hit the ground just in a nick of time.

Marmalade took in a shaking breath and then turned around, glaring at Cuddles. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THIS BREAKS! IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THIS, I'M GONNA BE-!" Marmalade shouted at Cuddles but he paused as he noticed Cuddles quivers with fear. 

Marmalade sighs and calms down, putting a smile on his face.

“Fun fact about this and my friends, Cornelius.” Marmalade said, showing him the talisman.

Then he put on the talisman and nothing happened to him, which surprised Cuddles.

“See? Can't conjure a thing for myself.” Marmalade said, look at the tall man before taking it off. 

Marmalade walked over to Cuddles as he continued, “Besides, you and I both know the real power in this world isn't magic. It's money! Loads of it!” 

He shows him the newspaper on the table, showing him the photo of Vincent Wolf.

Thunder rumbles outside as Cuddles nodded and signed, (That’s true.)

"Aren't you tired of living in the shadows?" Marmalade asked. "While all those rich people, thinking that they’re god and do whatever they want. Driving in their fancy cars while they don't give you so much as a sideways glance?”

Cuddles thought for a moment and remembered all of those moments that he felt what Marmalade explained as he looked in a broken mirror. (Yes... I am.) he signed, an angry look on his face.

Marmalade got on a chair to level with Cuddles.

"All you gotta do is marry Vin's arrange bride for Mason… and we'll be splittin' that juicy Wolf fortune right down the middle. 50/50, like I said." Marmalade said, rubbing Cuddles’ back before putting the talisman back on Cuddles, turning him back to ‘Moe’.

Cuddles looked in the reflection and smiled for a moment at the different face in the broken mirror. (Right. But what about the animals?) Cuddles sign, a curious look on his face.

"Your little SLIP-UP... will be a minor bump in the road." Marmalade said, holding the talisman in his hand. "So long as we got the rich boy's blood in this."

Cuddles smiled and nodded.

Marmalade smiled maliciously knowing that his plan was working. Soon, he will be free of his debt from his friends.

[itsbrandy]

Burnout-Chapter 1

Summary: You may have heard of a mid-life crisis or even a quarter-life crisis, but what is a mid-life crisis called when you’re 32? After giving up on your dreams to become an actress, you find yourself working an interesting, but not optimal career. You’re also living in Los Angeles with a great, but not excellent man. With a massive crush on the one-and-only Dieter Bravo, you spend your time reading fanfiction and questioning what could have been…but what if it’s not too late?

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC

Word count: 3.8K

A/N: I imagined this story like a show. Each chapter is like an episode. Each song I'll attach is like an end of episode song. Thank you for reading!

For Now - Thee Sacred Souls

Chapter 1: Good Enough

Hot, toasted bread shot up from the toaster and the woman in her Los Angeles apartment reached for it eagerly. She was in a rush, but she was starving. The morning light streamed in through the cloudy, aged kitchen window, heating up the apartment already even though it was only a quarter to nine in the morning. 

The Los Angeles heat seemed intent on baking her apartment to a crisp today and she made a mental note to turn the window A/C unit on in the guest bedroom before she left for work to protect her dogs from the heat. Could she eat at work? Probably. But rubbing her tired eyes, she only had a one-track mind to get the simple breakfast in her belly and get on the road. 

Regardless of when she left the apartment, she would have to battle the intense Los Angeles traffic and in the mood she had woken up in, she did not want to do that on an empty stomach – both for her safety and the safety of the people of Los Angeles.

“Ah! God! Ouch!” she screamed, burning her hand on the too-hot toast.

The pain woke her up and broke her from her repetitive train of thought. She had been ruminating on her life, as she always did when she was tired and hungry. More and more, she was finding herself to be dissatisfied with her life and she was especially nasty with her thoughts and self-criticisms when she was in a foul mood. 

The woman shook the pain out of her scorched fingertips and reached for the toast once more to flop it onto a paper towel and slather some I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter! on it and head out the door. 

The meager breakfast only made her feel worse this morning. She was a pastry chef, after all. She had no business being unable to feed herself properly, if she had woken up early she could have made herself a nice breakfast with protein that would satiate her and make her feel better.

But she hadn’t. And so, she bitterly ate her toast as she ensured that her dogs were carefully locked away in the guest bedroom that they stayed in while she and her partner were at work. The two animals gave her puppy dog eyes, sad to see her go, but excited to get their morning treat. Then, she turned the window A/C unit on to ensure that they wouldn’t be suffering in the Southern Californian heat and made her way out the door.

“What are you doing?” she said aloud as she locked her apartment door behind her. “Why are you unhappy? Why is nothing good enough for you?”

She swore and questioned her own sanity as she walked to her car, a beat up 2009 Toyota Camry. Her car was an accurate reflection of how she felt her life was going. The car was nice enough if it wasn’t so basic and didn’t have any scratched paint.

As she sat in the driver’s seat, she scrolled through her phone to pick a playlist for today’s drive to work. As she selected her favorite playlist to try to boost her soured mood, a text message from her partner flashed across the top of the screen.

[Partner]: Have a good day at work. &lt;3

She sighed and a sense of heavy dread filled her. For a moment, she considered ignoring his text until she arrived at her job, but she knew that her partner would expect her to respond fairly quickly. 

“U too &lt;3”, she typed out before shoving her phone into one of the empty cup holders of her car and putting her car in reverse.

Work was mundane, but then again, how could it not be? She was good at what she did –amazing even – but how could she be satisfied when work came easy to her. She always wondered what life could have been like if she hadn’t chosen the easy option time and time again. 

What should you do as a career? Easy route. Which man should you choose? Easy route. Should you have children? No, easy route.

Perhaps it was that her life was not lacking in happiness necessarily, but it was the challenge that was missing from her days. People always said that men would cheat on their partners because of the lack of a hunt. Once a man conquered a woman, they had already succeeded in their neanderthal brain, or something like that. 

Maybe that was it. Maybe she needed a hunt of her own to keep her satisfied in this life.Her job as a pastry chef at Disneyland’s Central Bakery left more to be desired. Sure, she was able to be creative and create cute treats that brought smiles to the faces of both children and adults alike. The job would be a dream job by the standards of any prospective pastry chef, but she couldn’t see it that way. 

She washed her hands of the frosting and sugar that coated her hands after creating a new batch of pastries for a testing group to try. They were new pastries that were inspired by the latest Disney hit film, Encanto. 

She frowned as she looked at the delicious multi-colored tray full of delights on a sheet pan and wished that there would be another Asian-inspired Disney film. There were so many ideas in her mind for treats that harkened back to her own culture. Maybe, just maybe, she could even act in it.

Eyebrows knitting together with frustration, she dried her hands with a fresh rag and thrust the thought out of her mind. Acting for her was a been there done that endeavor.

When she had been living with her former partner in Northern California, she had tried her hand at acting diligently, but she had never tried after she moved to Los Angeles with her expartner.There were less opportunities there, sure, but she didn’t think that she would ever make it in LA. Especially with her age now. 

Let’s face it, she had been in her early twenties when she had made a true attempt at becoming an actress. Her beauty was what she considered to be at its peak when she had arranged for professional headshots to be taken and sacrificed each and every paycheck in order to take time off of work and go to audition after audition. 

In the Bay Area, she had landed a few odd jobs but nothing to really add to any sort of portfolio to further progress her dream of being an actor. To be honest with herself, though, was it really her dream?

She had always found difficulty with finding the difference between her own dreams and the dreams that her mother had made for her. Even her name, the middle name Starr, had been her mother’s wishful thinking that her first-generation American daughter would be the greatest success of their family.

Her mother had wanted her to become a doctor, a dentist, anything that would bring their family generational wealth in order for her mother to consider their immigration and struggles that they faced to be “worth it”. She would even settle for her daughter to be an actress, despite the career not coming with the educational accolades that immigrant parents so desperately wanted for their children.

But the woman couldn’t provide her mother with even that. Instead, she decided to become a pastry chef. She worked for one of the major corporations in the United States, and so her mother at least appeared to be proud of her. What would she think if she gave acting another shot though?

Now, at 32, would people even give her headshot a second look?

Even in the highly saturated market of Los Angeles, would she land a single audition? She didn’t know for sure, but her chances seemed doubtful. There was no way that she would be able to swing it financially either. 

Acting was a pipe dream, nothing more.

The woman rolled her eyes and started to pack up her supplies and ingredients before delivering the test products to the tasting group that had arrived for their appointment. 

“They’re delicious!” 

“Amazing, incredible. What a creative recipe.”

“Oh my goodness, these are going to be such a hit in the Parks.”

“A Disney-bloggers dream! The kids are going to love this!”

They complimented and praised her endlessly and made the decision right then and there to roll the new Encanto products out to Disneyland, California Adventure, and Magic Kingdom in Orlando, Florida. She should be proud of herself, should be tickled pink by her ability to wow corporate Disney into including her original recipes into their theme parks.

If she was honest with herself, though. She wasn’t proud. She could hardly fake her smile as the tasting group congratulated her on yet another successful recipe.

All she could think about as she gathered her belongings and left for the day was what could have been. Should she have stayed with her toxic ex? Should she have started dating her current partner?

What would her life have been life if she hadn’t even gotten involved with men in the first place? Would she have achieved any of her dreams then?

What if she had moved to Los Angeles on her own at 22 and really tried to get into acting then? Would she be famous now? Would her mother be proud of her?

She twisted the keys in the ignition of her car and rested her forehead against the steering wheel while these anxious thoughts swirled within her head. They were overwhelming and dangerous thoughts. She could do it today if she wanted to, she had enough saved up in her personal checking account. 

If she really wanted to, she could leave her partner and take one of the dogs and go. She could even quit her job right now. Her boss was still at the office, she could walk back in and say two words and end it all. 

“I quit.”

But then what? She would just be alone without a direction to go in. Without even her placeholder career to fill some of the void within her.

And so ending it wasn’t an option, it was just yet another a cop out. A decision that would only result in the downward trajectory of her life instead of being a new beginning. And for what it’s worth, she didn’t want to hurt her partner. She didn’t want to split up the dogs either, they were best buddies. The four of them were basically a family, she couldn’t destroy her family on a whim, despite being an Aquarius. 

She laughed at the idea that she could be so dissatisfied with her life because of her star sign. Surely there were Aquarian women in the world that were happy with their lives.

There must be. Right?

When she arrived back at her apartment, her partner’s car was already there.

When they had first gotten together, they had met through their work. But in the years that they had spent together, he had grown and changed and picked a different career path. He was less creative now, more serious, but he still loved her all the same and his own business was taking off and allowing them to save up to possibly be able to afford something small in the area. 

She entered their apartment and put on a smile as her dogs happily bounded up to greet her at the door. Their evenings were disgustingly routine based and the more she went through her typical steps, the more upset she started to feel. All she wanted to do was strip down to her underwear and lay in bed and cry for an hour, maybe more.

But life was good, life was great. And so, she had to take off her shoes and pet her puppies and kiss her partner on the lips before heading to the kitchen to put together a quick and easy dinner as usual. 

She stayed in her own head as she cooked. She had started to resent cooking their meals night after night. Didn’t he know that she spent all day putting ingredients together? It was the last thing that she wanted to do when she got home from work, and yet, he would happily sit on the couch and watch the evening news while the dutiful “wife” fixed together a meal.

They ate at the small dining room table that she had found on the side of the road when she had first moved to Los Angeles. It was the only piece of furniture that she was allowed to keep in her nasty breakup with her ex and she was proud of it. She had even refinished the wood a couple of years ago to spruce it up and remove some of the association with her emotionally abusive ex-partner. 

As they ate dinner together, her partner droned on about how the business was doing well and how he was considering hiring a new employee. She ate her food and nodded when appropriate, answered affirmatively when she felt like he needed to hear her encouragement.

She had this relationship down to a fucking science now. 

She knew just what to do to make him smile, what to do to make him feel confident, what to do to make him feel secure and wanted. She also knew what made him tick, what made him furious – but she stayed far away from doing those things. 

As the two of them completed their meal and their two dogs roamed underneath the table to pick up any errant crumbs, the woman stood and took both of their plates to the kitchen to wash up. Her partner resumed his usual position on the couch as she rinsed off the dishes and placed them in their dishwasher. They were lucky to have it, the last five Los Angeles apartments she had lived in hadn’t had one. 

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” her partner asked from the couch. “I found a new one - or - new-ish one. It has Dieter Bravo in it, I know how much you love him as an actor.”

“Oh?” she asked, her interest suddenly piqued.

For the first time all day she felt genuinely excited about something. She had always loved Dieter Bravo and made a conscious effort to watch just about everything he had ever been in. 

She was slightly upset that this film has gotten past her radar and pulled her phone out to look the movie up to verify that her favorite actor was truly in the film. 

“Yeah!” her partner said enthusiastically, picking up the TV remote. “It doesn’t have the best reviews, but I mean, what do reviewers know, right?”

“I don’t see how it can be bad if it has Dieter Bravo in it,” the woman agreed, joining her partner on the couch. “He makes anything he acts in good.”

Her partner laughed and navigated their smart TV to Netflix and then selected the film. 

“Here,” he said. “You start it and I’ll make us some popcorn in the microwave.”

“No, no,” the woman said. “I’ll wait for you to come back before I start it.”

Her partner smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “Okay, baby. Sounds like a plan.”

“Sounds like a date,” she countered in an attempt to sound romantic. 

She sat on the couch while her partner made them popcorn and placed the snack into their typical movie-watching snack bowl. As she waited for him, she surfed online looking for any other new Dieter Bravo releases. She was still kicking herself for forgetting about the release of this film and was desperately looking to see where the film had been promoted and announced online. 

When her partner returned with their snack, she pressed play on the film and settled in for what she hoped was two hours of amazing Dieter Bravo content. Her partner slinked his arm around her, and she leaned into him, although with a little hesitation. Their dogs found their places on the couch as well and the whole family snuggled in for a snack and a movie before bed. 

However, when she found herself watching the film, she found her crush on Dieter Bravo escalating. She loved his swagger and his looks and how he carried himself on screen.

As the two of them watched the movie, she started to look between her favorite actor and her partner and compare the two of them to each other. 

It came as no surprise that Dieter was much more handsome than her partner. He was cute by LA standards, but not dreamy like Dieter Bravo was. She even toyed with the thought of watching this very film with Dieter Bravo instead of her partner and found that she much preferred that idea. 

Was this cheating? She thought. Am I wanting to cheat on my partner?

No, she would never do that. Not after her experiences with her toxic ex and especially not with her partner’s history with his own terrible ex. But she was finding herself significantly more attracted to Dieter Bravo than she was to her partner. That was normal though, wasn’t it?

She tried her best to avoid thinking about it for the duration of the film, all the while her partner was kissing her cheeks and her forehead and hinting at wanting to turn the movie off and head to bed instead. He wasn’t a fan of the film, it was obvious, and it was starting to frustrate her.

She refused to pass judgment on the film for its actual quality. The movie had her favorite actor in it and that was all that mattered to her. Call her a bad film buff if you would like to, she had her preferences and Dieter Bravo was one of them. 

Her partner’s hands roamed along her body igniting the fire of frustration within her. He was obviously trying to get busy and pass on the rest of the movie, but there was still another 30 minutes left in the film and she wanted to continue to watch.

“Hey!” she snapped. “I’m watching this.”

Upon seeing the hurt in his eyes at her harsh tone, she corrected herself and became the sweet girlfriend that he knew and loved.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she said, nuzzling up to him. “I am just really enjoying the movie is all. I really want to finish it before we go to bed.”

Her partner nodded and planted yet another loving kiss on her forehead that was starting to repulse her the more he did the loving action. Why couldn’t she be with Dieter Bravo? Why couldn’t she just be an actress and work with him and meet him? That is after all how she met her current partner, through her work. 

As the movie continued, she started to pay attention to it less and less, instead fantasizing about meeting Dieter Bravo on the red carpet at the Oscars. She would be wearing a gorgeous black dress that complimented her raven hair and her makeup would be immaculate, done by one of the best celebrity makeup artists in LA. She would be up for an award, and he would congratulate her on her nomination. Maybe he would even grab her hand and kiss it when they met like the gentleman that he was. He was so sweet and charismatic; her life would never be boring if she were able to spend it with him. 

“Are you falling asleep?” her partner asked her, shaking her shoulder gently. 

The woman snapped out of her trance and the images of flashing camera lights and famous celebrities dressed to the nines slid away from her vision. 

“What? No, I’m not falling asleep,” she said defensively. 

Her partner smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but compare his less-than-perfect smile to Dieter’s. 

“I mean, I only ask because you were closing your eyes and slumping over on me,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh no, I was just uh…thinking about work,” she lied, trying to cover up her traitorous thoughts. 

“Oh yeah? You never told me about your day,” her partner said, planting yet another affectionate kiss on her hair. “How was it?”

You never asked about it until now, she thought bitterly. Because you only care about me when it’s convenient.

Or did he? She couldn’t decide if that was a fair assessment or not with the level of lust that she was feeling for someone she had never even met in person before. 

“It was great. The Encanto pastries I’ve been perfecting were picked up today. First tasting group and they decided to put them in Disneyland, DCA, and Magic Kingdom,” she reported. 

Her partner shook her by the shoulders excitedly. “That’s amazing, baby! You’re so good at what you do. You always impress them so much with your work, you’re their best asset.”

She smiled at him without her teeth, unable to shake the feeling that he was only confirming the horrible doubts that she had about her career choice.

What would her partner say if she told him that she wanted to quit her job and try to become an actress again? He hadn’t been with her during her failed pursuits of acting in her twenties, but he was aware of how that time had gone in her life. Would he support her? Would he be horrified at the thought of them becoming a single income family in LA?

To be honest with herself, that thought horrified her too. But there was still something there, whether that flame within her had just been stoked by watching her number one crush appear on their TV screen or the dream really was her own, she still wanted to give it another shot. 

These thoughts plagued her mind as she looked at him, unsure of how to respond to his compliments. Her heart panged with the dread that filled it. She was once madly in love with him, and she was also once in love with the life that they had created together. 

In his eyes, she saw nothing but love and adoration for her in the way that he knew how to give her love, but his gaze only filled her with more uncertainty. 

“Thank you,” she said, trying to fill her voice with genuine emotion. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” her partner said, leaning forward to kiss her.

The kiss was deep and passionate from his end, but she met him with terse lips and hesitation within her very soul. 

Fighting back a grimace, she closed her eyes and imagined that she was kissing Dieter Bravo instead. Immediately, she felt her body relax and she found herself deepening the kiss. 

Giddy and lovesick, she allowed herself to be led to their bedroom all while she pretended that her partner was a completely different man than he was and that she was a completely different woman. 

Chapter 2, Series Masterlist

[fanficshiddles]

Addicting Temptations, Chapter 14

‘JODIE!’ Tom roared at his omega.

Jodie almost jumped out of her skin, her heart started racing and she began shaking from her Alpha roaring at her.

She scrambled out of the pool as quickly as possible, grabbing the towel, she wrapped it around herself and tried to control her shaking.

Tom looked furious as he walked over to her. ‘What on earth do you think you are doing swimming without supervision?’ He snapped.

‘I… I… I’m sorry… so sorry.’ She tried not to cry, but she hated being shouted at. Especially from her Alpha, she didn’t want to disappoint him. Even though she knew she did wrong.

Tom calmed instantly after seeing her reaction. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He reached out and cupped her face, she closed her eyes.

‘I’m sorry for shouting at you, pet. But you know you’re not supposed to swim without supervision. If anything happened to you, we’d never forgive ourselves. I know you’re a strong swimmer now, but one slight mistake and it could all go wrong. I just got a scare upon seeing you in the pool alone.’ He slid his hand round to the back of her head and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her.

‘I’m sorry, Alpha… I know… I shouldn’t have…’ She stammered, trying to keep it together.

Tom leaned back and put his fingers under her chin, lifting her face up to look at him. ‘I know you’re sorry, just don’t do it again. Ok? You don’t want to be giving me and David heart attacks.’ He smiled softly at her, making her feel a little better.

‘Of course not… I am sorry.’

‘I know, pet. Now, come on, let’s get you dried off and dressed. We’ve got some guests coming over later.’ Tom put his hand to her lower back and guided her inside.

‘Guests?’

Tom nodded. ‘Some of our workers are coming over for a few drinks and dinner. We wanted you to meet them. Only a few, nothing large.’

‘Oh, ok.’ Jodie nodded.

She was a bit apprehensive at the thought of meeting some of the others.

Jodie picked out one of her new dresses to wear and when she was ready, headed into the living room to join Tom and David.

‘You look stunning, my darling.’ Tom purred, cupping her cheek and stealing a kiss from her.

‘Indeed, we will need to keep a close eye that none of the others try and steal you tonight.’ David said as he did the same, kissing her and making her blush.

They had hired a chef to come in to cook dinner, since there was going to be more than just the three of them.

Jodie had a glass of wine before the guests arrived, to give herself some courage.

Jessica and Benedict arrived first, Jessica gave Jodie a hug while Benedict kissed her cheek in greeting.

Idris was on duty outside the door, so Charlie joined them as a guest instead tonight. They knew it would also help Jodie feel a little more at ease at least, since she knew him.

Then Hannibal arrived. Instantly Jodie felt uneasy around him, just something about him made her feel cautious and a bit scared.

The way he looked at her, with a rather hungry look, he shook her hand and kissed the back of it. He was polite enough, but he still freaked her out. Though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Everyone got a drink then sat down, Jodie made sure to sit between her Alphas and tried to ignore the way Hannibal was still looking at her. Smiling at her slyly when she did dare to look. He knew he was setting her on edge, it amused him greatly.

He never would make an advance or even think about hurting her, since she was Tom and David’s omega. Though it didn’t mean he couldn’t have a bit of fun. No matter how delicious he was sure she would be…

Jodie liked Jessica and Benedict, they were really nice. And she noted the relationship they had together was playful and sweet. Jessica was cheeky with him and he didn’t reprimand her or anything, like a lot of Alpha’s of his high stature would.

It made her think about Tom and David, she knew they weren’t strict or stern Alphas like some could be, and they were rather playful now when she thought about it.

‘I hope Tom and David are treating you well?’ Benedict asked Jodie.

Jodie nodded. ‘They are.’ She blushed a bit too.

‘Like any Alpha should look after their omega.’ David boasted, giving Jodie a squeeze around her middle.

‘It must be difficult having to keep those two in line.’ Jessica said jokingly, making Jodie laugh as Tom and David scowled over at Jessica in a joking manner.

‘It is… but I manage.’ Jodie shrugged, making everyone chuckle.

Tom and David shared a look, but they were glad she was joining in with the banter. Knowing she was starting to be comfortable enough to do it made them so happy.

‘She copes purely because when they both go to work, she gets to enjoy my company, and beats my ass at many of the games in the games room.’ Charlie said, winking at her.

‘That is a big plus.’ Jodie laughed.

‘Oi!’ Tom poked her side playfully, making her squeak. David did the same at her other side at the same time.

The chef announced dinner was ready, so everyone went to the dining table. Jodie noticed Hannibal going around the other side, looking at her expectantly as he looked at the chair next to him, so she quickly ran to a chair that was next to Charlie. David was right behind her so she knew he would sit next to her, which he did, thankfully.

Hannibal just smirked as he sat down.

‘How’s your new omega working out, Hannibal?’ Charlie asked him once everyone was settled at the table and the Chef was handing out the starters.

‘Very well, thank you. I think I’ve found the one.’ Hannibal said with a genuine smile.

‘I never thought I’d see the day.’ Jessica teased.

‘What’s her name again? She must be brave to want to be your omega.’ David smirked.

‘Emilia. I will bring her along next time. I’ve not claimed her just yet, so I don’t want other Alphas sniffing around her.’ Hannibal said with a low growl.

Upon hearing that he had an omega… Still didn’t put Jodie at much ease. So she just did her best to not look at him or engage in conversation. She stuck close to her own Alphas, and Charlie, for the evening.

Though she did go outside with Jessica for a while, just to chat to her. It was nice talking to another omega, sharing their experiences.

‘Are you happy?’ Jessica asked.

Jodie pondered for a moment, but then nodded. ‘I am… I really, really am.’ She said genuinely with a smile.

‘That’s the main thing.’ Jessica smiled too.

The Alphas were inside chatting away, then they heard a big splash. Looking out, they saw Jodie and Jessica had decided to skinny dip.

Benedict ran a hand down his face while David chuckled. Tom just facepalmed.

‘Too much wine.’ Charlie chuckled.

‘Avert your eyes you two, while we get our omegas under control.’ Benedict said to Hannibal and Charlie as he, Tom and David went outside armed with towels.

Of course, Charlie and Hannibal didn’t avert their eyes. But they laughed as they watched the Alphas chasing their omegas around the pool, trying to wrap the towels around them. Till they jumped back into the water, and David opted to just jump in too after Jodie, without removing any clothes.

She screamed playfully when he swam after her and captured her in his arms, then he passed her out to Tom, who wrapped her in a towel.

‘Naughty little omega.’ He growled at her in a playful tone, tickling her as she squirmed in his arms.

‘Get my omega for me, will you?’ Benedict drawled.

‘Surely you can get her yourself?’ David asked.

‘I don’t want to get my suit wet.’ Benedict said as he smoothed his jacket.

But Tom walked over behind him and pushed him in with his free hand, still holding Jodie up with his other arm.

Everyone burst out laughing as Benedict fell into the water, not happy about getting his suit wet. Charlie and Hannibal just had to come out to watch the scene unfolding, they were laughing too.

After grumbling, Benedict managed to capture his omega too and got her out of the pool.

The two omegas couldn’t stop giggling as they were taken back inside, kept on their Alphas laps with towels around them.

David quickly got changed, while Benedict was still soaking wet he decided just to sit on the couch, as payback at Tom for being pushed in.

When their guests ended up leaving late in the evening, Jodie went to her room to get ready for bed. Tom and David went in to join her after saying bye to their guests.

She looked a bit sheepish. ‘I uhm… Am I in trouble for the pool scenario earlier?’ She asked quietly.

Tom and David chuckled and approached her.

‘Of course not. We are glad you had fun.’ Tom said as he stroked her hair.

‘We enjoyed out evening too.’ David said in agreement, brushing his fingers down her cheek. ‘Now come on, lets get some sleep.’

[throwsomecheeseonit]

20 years of Clean (Chapter 13)

There's no way that was a dream! I woke up sweating with my phone in hand. Brandon's message was displayed on the screen and a half written text from me. I must've drifted off in the middle of my reply. The dream was so detailed, my body felt the shocks of ecstasy in real time, it had to. The experience was so viceral.

After a cold shower and a hot cup of coffee, it was late enough to justify calling Brandon. "Hey," greeting him grumpily from the other end of the phone. It was nice hearing the deep warm baritone of his voice. "You sound tired," telling me after his greeting. "Had a dream last night." "About what ," his tone changing from concerned to intrigued. "It's nothing," flashing back to the wonder that was last night however imaginary it was. "You sure," he asked. "Yeah, nothing. So... what is it you wanted to talk me about?". Blocking out the delicious visions from my slumber. "A woman who gets right to the point. I like that." His flattery wasn't necessary, my eagerness was merly insomnia induced. "Would you want to come and visit me.?" I spilled my coffee into my lap. "Shit." "Okay, I thought you might be more excited than that." He sounded discouraged. "Not you. Hold on," setting the phone down and drying myself off. " I, ummm, that would be nice but..." . "But what," he was quick to ask. "To be honest money is tight and aren't you busy with work?", I asked. "I'd get your ticket obviously. You're my guest. That's also the reason I want you to come, work." "I'm not following Brandon," still cleaning myself with a towel. "The boys. The team. They are throwing me a retirement party whenever the playoffs are done and I want you there. I need to see you." He was expressing his need for me, his want for me. How could I resist? "I could try and get off work. I mean I have the time. It's just a matter of getting the time off approved." Shrugging my shoulder in the reflection of my wall hanging mirror, giving myself approval to take time off. "But you would come?," Brandon place a nervous emphasis on the word would. "Of course, if I get the time off and i'd have to give notice. I can't just leave town that day," emphasis on the word if. "Understandable. Well we lost last night so that's one day closer to you." He couldn't see me but my face was beaming with a smile. "That's a good and a bad thing. Now that retirement is knocking on your door, how do you feel about it?". It was an honest question with no way of knowing how he felt about it. "Um...", he paused, mulling it over in his mind. "It hasn't hit me. It's weird because I'm being asked about it a lot more." "Sorry, " I cringed a bit. "No. Not you. It's okay. That's not what I meant. Reporters, Coaches. It's real and happening but it hasn't happened yet so I'm still indifferent about it." I understood what he meant but a little disheartening because it sounded, to me, like he hasn't accepted the notion. For his whole adult life Baseball is all he's known. Is he ready to give it all up? "I gotcha. Let me know when I can come out."

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"Thanks for taking me to the airport Hales." My reliable best friend never let me down. "Of course. I'm so excited for you. Are you nervous?" It started out that way but the longer away from Brandon the more eager I was to see his face and be in his arms. Long distance relationships, or whatever you call our situation, is very difficult. "Suprisingly, I'm not." "Good," she patted my leg and gave me a reassuring smile.

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5 Hours later and I arrived in Kansas City. The airport was nice. Pickups weren't allowed at the arrival gate, so I had to meet Brandon at baggage claim. It felt like forever for the conveyor belt to move with the, what seemed like, thousands of bags. Kids were crying and people were eagerly waiting to get their belongings so they could leave this place. The bags went around once, twice, three times before I saw what was mine. Suddenly a presence was standing at my back. I instantly knew it was Brandon by his smell and his warmth. I didn't turn around but delighted in his scent while I closed my eyes and waited for him to say something. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?." "Waiting for my luggage." My body was aching for his hands to reach out and touch me. "I could wait with you, if your not expecting someone." Brandon bent over and his lips were inches from my ear which sent shivers thru my body. "You can wait with me but only if you know how to play baseball." My back still turned to him. A low grumble of laughter emanated from his chest. "Oh I know how," placing his hand on my hip and spinning me around. "It's so good to see you," giving me a bear hug, lifting me off my feet and breathing in the scent of my hair. Delighted to be in his arms, I let down my guard and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck breathing him in. He put me down back on my feet, picked up my bag and grabbed my hand leading me out of the airport.

The Uber drove us thru downtown to Brandon's apartment. We didn't talk much, he asked me about my flight but beyond that it was a lot of smiling at each other. He never took his hand off of mine, strumming the back of it with his thumb in a rhythmic motion.

His building had a very jolly and pleasant door man, like you would see in the movies. The building was a tall skyscraper with a million windows. We took the elevator to the 8th floor. Brandon opened the door to his apartment and the light briefly blinded me thru the ceiling to floor glass windows. My jaw dropped to the floor. It was spacious and clean, it smelled good even. For a man's dwelling, it was impeccably decorated. "Welcome to my humble abode. You like," he asked with the enthusiasm of a small child. "Its... It's beautiful." Still flabbergasted with the insane view and his taste. "Thank you very much. Come here." He pulled me closer to him and placed a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. The hunger that has been building up from Tampa, the past few weeks was begging to come out, but I put her back in the box for time being. "I've been waiting too long for that. So, I have a few options for you. Did you want your stuff in the spare bedroom or in my room?". It was cute of him to even ask. "Your bedroom," winking at him. A slight blush flashed across his face, and he placed my things in his bedroom while I sat at his kitchen island. The view was breathtaking, almost like we were above the clouds. "Your place is so nice," projecting my voice so he could hear me from the other room. "Thanks. I've been here for about 5 years. I like it. I would like to get a place without neighbors on top of me, but the people are nice." He joined me back in the kitchen. "You hungry," Brandon opened his refrigerator. From top to bottom there were neatly placed, stacked containers. "There's a few different options," he shrugged his shoulders. "I would say so. Are you a neat freak or something," kidding but not. "No," chuckling, "I am fortunate enough to have a chef meal prep some food for me because I don't have a lot of time, and I like to stick to a diet when I'm training. And I can't take credit for the way my apartment looks. It came furnished, for the most part and I have someone come and clean once a week." Relieved, I let out a breath of air, "Phew. That's good to know. I'm beginning to think your way out of my league." He rolled his eyes, walked over, opened my legs so he was standing in between them, tilted my chin up and said, "Never. You're out of mine." Then he kissed me slowly, hungrily so much so it made my head spin. "Hungry," he asked me again while I was trying to gain my focus. "MhmmmM," was my only answer. He proceeded to name off options for food which we both ate in record timing.

We cuddled on the couch, watched movies, ordered Chinese take out for dinner, made out. It was the perfect first day together and all I could think about is how am I possibly going to be able to leave him in 6 days.

[putchi3]

Hospital bag checklist - The Putchi

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* A breast pump for encouraging stalled labor or expressing milk post deliver.

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* A folder with all your paperwork - this might include a Photo ID, insurance info, hospital forms, the RI number details etc.

* Your phone and phone charger

* Glasses/contacts

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  Okay, so maybe these aren’t essentials, but it won’t hurt to throw in these nice-to-have items if there’s space in your bag.

* Airpods or earphones: music is an asset for some moms. Birth playlist anyone?

* A comfy pillow

* A good camera to record your precious moments

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* Hats /Hoodies to cover their head.

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* Soft towels

* Nappy/burp cloth 

* And a coming-home outfit (and hat!) for the baby.

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Bottles ( just in case)

Nail clippers

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hungry eyes | b.b

part one

pairing : dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader, neighbour!bucky

word count : 1k

summary : your dads best friend bucky is your neighbour and your bedroom faces his

warnings : 18+, undefined but significant age gap (reader is of drinking age), masturbation (fem & m implied), exhibitionism(?)

a/n : only a teensy bit of smut in this part, part two will be more smutty hehe

Being home for the summer meant one thing: Friday night dinners with your dad's best friend, Bucky, who also happened to be your very hot next-door neighbour.

Since you moved out for college, your dad converted your old bedroom into his office, meaning you slept in the guest room whenever you came to visit. The only problem with this was that the guest room faced Bucky's bedroom. This made for some pretty awkward encounters over your summer stays.

On more than one occasion, you’d opened your curtains in the morning to Bucky wandering about his room, shirtless with loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Or his lower body wrapped in a towel, hair damp and skin wet. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander across his sculpted body, appreciating his bulging biceps and chiselled abs.

Also more than once, he’d catch your eye, and you had to swiftly avert your eyes and pray he didn’t realise you were staring at his half-naked body, a total invasion of privacy.

Every Friday night, Bucky would join you and your parents for dinner, usually staying late seeing as he only lived next door. Much like many family traditions, you weren't exactly sure when this became a thing.

In preparation for him to come over tonight, your mother told you to put on something a bit nicer than the oversized t-shirt and leggings you were currently wearing. So you went upstairs and changed into a skirt and tank top because even though it was the evening, it was still hot from the sun beaming down all day long.

Bucky arrived at around six pm, letting himself into the house as he often did, announcing his arrival with a “smells good!”. He came into the kitchen, where your mother was cooking, your dad was preparing the cutlery and plates and you were making drinks. . “What can I get for you?” You asked Bucky

“Wouldn’t say no to a glass of wine,” he replied.

The wine was kept in the cellar, so your mother went to grab a bottle of red while your dad went to set the table, leaving you alone with Bucky.

While you stirred the food as per your mother’s request while she fetched the wine, Bucky came up behind you, pressing his body into yours.

"Nice bra,” he said.

Your cheeks heated, “What?”

"You really ought to shut your curtains when you change, doll.”

You hadn’t even noticed him watching while you changed. “Maybe I leave them open on purpose,” you challenged.

"So you can watch me, hm?” he said gruffly into your ear. “You think I don’t catch you staring at me?”

Before you could respond, footsteps coming up from the cellar alerted you both that someone was coming. Bucky stepped away from you, acting as though that interaction had never happened.

You felt flustered for the rest of the evening, aroused even, by the thought of Bucky watching you the way you watched him.

All through dinner, all you could think about was Bucky. what else had he seen you do? You didn’t want to admit it but sometimes you hoped he was watching you when you changed, when you danced around your room in very little clothing.

It didn’t help that he was sat right beside you, playing footsie with you under the table and rubbing his denim-clad thigh against your bare one. His large hand even brushed your upper thigh occasionally, sending shockwaves through your body.

But every time you glanced at him, he was looking at his food, or at one of your parents, seemingly giving them his full attention as though he wasn’t even aware of his behaviour under the table.

After the meal, Bucky would help you all clean up. tonight, you couldn’t help but notice how close he kept getting to you, his arm grazing yours, his hand caressing your arm or lower back as he manoeuvred around you.  Every touch set your skin on fire, the ache between your legs growing stronger as the evening went on.

You joined your parents and Bucky in the living room for drinks after dinner now that you were old enough to drink. As evening turned into night and one bottle of wine turned into two (or three), you found your arousal impossible to ignore. Tipsy meant one thing for you: horny.

It didn't help that Bucky was practically undressing you with his eyes, right in front of your parents. They didn't seem to notice.

"I'm off to bed," you announced, standing up as the intensity of Bucky's stare getting the better of you.

"I should head back anyway," Bucky said, following suit. "Let you all enjoy the rest of your night."

You bid everyone good night and hurried up to your room. The curtains were still open. You left them open as you switched your lamp on and flopped onto your bed.

As you laid there, you started to rub little circles around your clit through your underwear. You could feel how wet you were from earlier, how desperate for release you were.

You tugged your underwear down to your ankles and reached into your bedside drawer for your vibrator. You noticed out of the corner of your eye Bucky's bedroom light turn on. You took a peek through your window. His curtains were open. Your heart raced at what you were about to do.

Once the vibrator made contact with your sensitive mound, all your nerves disappeared. No other thoughts filled your mind except pleasure. You were oblivious to the man watching you through the window.

Bucky's eyes roamed up your spread legs, lingering on your fully visible pussy. His trousers tented as he watched your head fall back in pleasure, your fingers working with the vibrator to reach your climax.

His cock strained against the fabric of his clothes as he continued to watch, lust in his hungry eyes. He palmed himself through his trousers, hoping to relieve some tension. As you reached your climax, his cock twitched at the sight of you coming undone.

He wanted to hear your pants and moans. He wished your fingers were his, to feel your arousal dripping on them. He wanted to hear you call out his name as you came. For tonight, his own hand would have to do.

Once you had finally relieved yourself, you got up from your bed. You smirked at Bucky through the window before shutting the curtains.

[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 26

Hannibal, Will and y/n host a dinner to put an end to everything

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: PTSD, violence

"Hannibal, baby," You called down from the wine cellar. "Which one pairs best with the paella?"

"A Spanish white!" Will interjected.

You rolled your eyes, then looked at his shelf full of Spanish whites. "Thanks, Hannibal."

"You're the sommelier, [F/N]." Will shouted back. "Go with your gut!"

"Verdejo it is." You said to yourself, grabbing the high-shouldered bottle from the shelf.

You returned from the cellar and headed to the dining room, where Will was dutifully setting the table.

"Well aren't you the perfect little homemaker?" You commented, making sure he caught you eyeing his backside.

Will playfully snatched the wine from your hands. "We can't all be the breadwinners, can we, Ms. Restaurant Owner?"

You laughed, looking around at your triple-income house and accepting a kiss from your Will. You put your hands on his shoulders and broke the kiss.

"You know Hannibal isn't going to let you attend one of his famous dinner parties in a flannel, right?" You warned him, lips hovering a few inches from his face.

"Two guests is not a dinner party." Will corrected you. "I figured you'd know this after six months but, baby, Hannibal is always overdressed for everything."

"Better overdressed than the other way around, my treasure." Hannibal said, standing in the threshold. "Why don't you go slip in to that suit I bought you?"

Will threw his hands up. "Do you two just live to gang up on me? You know I can buy my own clothes, right?"

You scoffed. "Babe, you spent your last paycheck almost entirely at Bass Pro Shops-"

"And then we spent the day workshopping new seafood dishes for the restaurant with the fish I caught." Will shrugged. "You don’t get to benefit from it then complain."

You put up your hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

"So I don't make an ordeal out of this in front of guests," Hannibal said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two small drawstring bags and gave one to each of you. "Happy six months, my darlings."

"Six month anniversary presents?" Will laughed. "What are we, high school students?"

"Do you not want it?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

You opened the bag and slid the contents into your hand. A beautiful solid white ring with ornate carvings tumbled out.

"It's beautiful." You smiled, sliding it on to your finger. "What is it?"

"A ring, my indulgence." Hannibal chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sure, but what is it made of?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Ivory."

"Should I be concerned that you somehow know both of our ring sizes?" Will asked, admiring how his fit perfectly on his finger. 

“I think you mean ‘thank you, Hannibal’.” You corrected him. “Even if it is a little uncanny.”

The doorbell rang. Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and pointed to Will.

"Go change." He ordered. "I will not have my guests seeing you in such an unsightly state."

"It's Jack and [F/N]'s friend." Will protested.

"Sure, I'll get the door." You said. "Gee, thanks [F/N], that would be so helpful!"

You opened the door with a smile.

"Agent Crawford!" You greeted, shaking his hand.

"Oh, please." He laughed. "Call me Jack."

"And this must be Bella." You said, offering his wife your hand. "Jack has told me all about you."

"So you're the infamous [F/N] [L/N]?" Bella accepted with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you."

Jack removed his hat and coat, then handed you a bag. "For you."

"You shouldn't have." You said, knowing immediately that it was wine. Then you pulled it out of the bag. Your eyes went wide and your jaw hung open.

"Holy shit you really shouldn't have." You repeated.

Jack shrugged and smiled smugly. "I pulled some strings in evidence. Figured you might want it."

You threw your arms around his neck, keeping a tight grip on the 1907 Heidsieck Monopole.

"Hey, do I get a hug?" Said another voice.

Charissa waved to you from the porch.

"Holy shit, hey!" You opened your arms. Charissa jumped into your embrace and squeezed you. She'd always hugged you tighter after seeing you half-alive in a hospital bed with your seldom-seen lovers at your bedside.

"Jack, this is my friend Charissa Rodriquez." You introduced. "She was the one who sent you the address."

"So you're 'tip', huh?" Jack's face lit up. "The FBI owes you a debt of gratitude, Ms. Rodriquez."

"Tip?" You said, looking at both Jack and Charissa.

"The address we received came from an obvious burner email." Jack explained. "We thought it was from Chase, so we arrived with a ton of backup anticipating an attack. Turns out we needed it."

Charissa shrugged. "I thought you could never be too careful."

"Well, intentional or not," Jack said. "You helped us a lot."

"You're Charissa Rodriquez?" Will said from the staircase. He wore a grey suit with a dark blue dress shirt that fit him scarily well considering he hadn't even tried it on.

"Enchanté, monsieur." Charissa said, eyeing him up with a hungry smile. "You must be Will."

"Down, girl." You crossed your arms. Your tone was playful, but had a slight threatening bite. "He's all mine."

"Not all yours." Hannibal corrected, entering the scene to finally greet his guests. "Agent Crawford, Bella, Ms. Rodriquez, welcome."

"Wow." Charissa said, dumbfounded. "I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity."

"Oh, surely the rumors unraveled after the old place went out of business." Hannibal answered. "There are far more interesting things to talk about than myself."

"Very few, but they do exist." Jack commented.

Charissa folded her arms. "Like the bartender who stood up to a psychotic cult leader and found two wonderful boyfriends to take care of her?"

"I've heard that one!" You added. "I hear she bought the restaurant for next to nothing after it became a stigmatized property."

Carissa narrowed her eyes at you. "I still cannot believe you told him."

You shrugged. "I think it all worked out."

Hannibal gathered everyone around the table and tasked you with pouring the wine.

"Surely you know why I've invited you here tonight." He asked, taking a seat at the head. "The high courts have ruled Chase's death a suicide."

"Cheers to that." Will said, raising his glass.

"Nobody actually believes it was a suicide." Jack clarified, trying not to look at you too obviously. "But the jury didn't want to dignify him with a proper homicide ruling."

Charissa glared at you, not trying to not be obvious. "Only one person at the table knows for sure."

You shook your head. "I hit my head really hard, the details are just not there."

"But [F/N]'s DNA was on the gun." Bella added.

"But not her fingerprints." Jack said. "It was saliva. We think he tried to choke her with his fingers before reaching for the gun."

"Did you ever find that finger?" Charissa said like it was nothing.

Jack, who was more interested in the paella than the conversation, shook his head. "Never."

Your eyes widened. You left the finger with the gun, you were sure of it.

"Must we discuss the gory details over dinner?" Will said, sensing your discomfort.

Charissa rested her chin in her hands. "Would you rather talk about your three-person couple?"

"I distinctly remember spitting the finger out." You insisted.

"We found so many pieces of bone in that room," Jack continued. "It's genuinely of far less concern than the dynamite lining the walls and bunker full of cocaine, stolen medical supplies and baby coffins."

"And the stained glass window made of human skin." You added.

"You know a case is fucked when a lost finger is of the least concern." Charissa commented.

"The important thing is that it's over." Will said. "He's dead and [F/N] is alive."

Bella smiled at you. "God really is looking out for you, [F/N]."

You forced a smile, telling yourself that Bella had the best intentions. But her good intentions revived Chase's voice in your head, which was a voice you'd spent the last six months trying to forget. You tightened your grip on your utensils to relieve some tension, but it didn’t work.

The table went quiet, waiting for Bella to realize her mistake. Will put his hand over yours and looked into your eyes. He mouthed the word 'breathe' and some similar affirmations.

Hannibal raised his head, knowing the light casting shadows on his face intimidated people. "Ms. Bella, we generally don't talk religion here."

She covered her mouth with her fingertips. "I'm so sorry, [F/N], I just meant-"

You put your hand up. "Please, just don't."

"The important thing is that [F/N] recovered forty missing women and reunited them with their families." Will said. "And there was no divine presence involved in that."

You smiled softly. "I'll drink to that."

"And you'll also be happy to know that the woman who assisted him in luring all those girls into the cult," Jack added. "She's looking at twenty-five to life without parole."

"What about the babies?" Bella piped up. "Weren't there, like, at least twelve newborns?"

"That's where the department of family and child services took over." Jack answered. "Whether the biological mothers kept them or put them up for adoption is out of our hands, but I do know each child was thoroughly examined and are all up to date on their shots."

"Seriously, though." Charissa interjected. "How do you misplace an entire finger?"

"It's one of the easier appendages to misplace." Hannibal answered, speaking with experience. "I heard it wasn't just the one that you couldn't find."

Jack looked up from his plate, confused. "Now how did you know about that?"

"The man took a 12 gauge bullet directly to the hand, Jack." Hannibal said with a small chuckle. "It's more likely you find no fingers than any at all."

"The bones will turn up somewhere." Jack said, resignedly. 

He just happened to say the word “bones” as you were glancing at your ring. 

You smiled a little too wide. “They just might.”  

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Nice To Meet You (2)

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warning: 18+, Smut (seriously, children are not welcomed here)

Word Count: 3,152 (I literally tried so hard to keep this short)

********

The drive to the docks to meet Sam and Sarah was too quick. You wanted to spend more time with him alone.

Once you arrived, you kept your distance from both Bucky and Sam and helped Sarah most of the time. You were sitting something inside of the wheel house when she silently followed behind you. You paused to look at Bucky and then turned around almost crashing into her.

"You know those glances you've been giving him hasn't been as subtle as you think," she squinted.

"Girl, what are you even talking about??" You feigned innocence.

She just stared at you until you finally cracked.

"Damn it!" You looked out at Sam and Bucky talking.

"So?? Tell me everything," she motioned for you to hurry up with her hand. "How was it?"

"Amazing," you sighed as you thought about all the nasty things the two of you had done.

"Aye man, what are you smiling about? Are you even listening to me? Why are you so weird?" You heard Sam yell.

When you looked up, you saw the window was open. Your heart rate sped up. There's simply no way he heard that... Did he??

"I can't believe you slept with a man you just met and Sam's friend of all people, " she shook her head.

"You look out there at that man and you look me in my face and tell me that you wouldn't," you challenged her.

"Yeah, he's kinda cute for a white guy," she said.

"Besides, they're not friends... they're coworkers."

When Bucky started laughing, you knew he could hear you. He got a real kick out of hearing you use the line he'd tried using on you last night.

You slammed the window shut embarrassed. Once Sarah realized what had just happened she fell into a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny, that's so embarrassing," you put your face in your hands.

"I just want to know how you plan on telling Sam? You know how he gets, he's gonna shit a brick."

"I know and I don't care if he's mad at me, but I don't want him to be mad at Bucky."

"Ooh, a sneaky link," she danced.

"Girl bye!" You laughed. "What do you know about a sneaky link?" You walked outside.

"I got Tik Tok too," she bragged.

You all finished the work you were doing on the boat for the day. You were happy Bucky was there to help move things along faster. You shook your head at the way he and Sam constantly bickered back and forth throughout the day.

"I know what I'm doing, I've been fixing on this boat my whole life!" Sam would yell.

"Hey, pipe down. You're still wet behind the ears. Just let me show you!" Bucky yelled back.

"Will you two just get a room?" Sarah asked, finally getting them to shut up.

Back home, the boys wanted to spend the rest of their weekend at their friend's house and Sarah welcomed the break.

"Alright, my kids aren't here so I'm not cooking," your sister announced.

"It's Sam's turn anyway," you said.

"No, it's your turn," he fired back.

"I cooked yesterday, you weren't here. Bucky ate, so it counts."

"Bucky definitely ate," he said.

Sarah choked on her drink. Sam, completely oblivious, patted her back and made a comment about hef never knowing how to drink without choking since she was little.

"So, pizza? Yeah, I'll order pizza. Sam, Sarah your usual right?"

"Yep," she answered in between breaths.

"Got it, I'll go up and order online." You jogged out of the room.

When Bucky followed behind you Sam asked where he was going.

"I'm from New York, Sam. I'm gonna make sure she picks the best pizza place." He said matter of factly.

When you two finally got to your room, you smacked Bucky on the arm.

"Ow!" He whined.

"Oh, please!" You smacked him again, "are you trying to get us caught?" 

"Mmm hmm," he pulled you close and kissed your neck.

Your body melted into his. Unable to resist his advances, you put your arms around his neck and kissed him. Soon after your legs were wrapped around his waist and he had you pressed up against the wall.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"Then do it," you teased.

Bucky didn't waste a single second turning you around and pulling down your joggers. He kicked your feet apart and pushed inside of you.

"Oh, fuck yesss," you hissed.

He put his hand over your mouth. The last thing he wanted was to be distracted by your sounds of pleasure and unable to hear someone coming.

Your pussy was so wet. The sloshing sound was driving him crazy and he wanted to get on his knees and suck it, but knew better.

He wanted to see your face, so he turned you back around and lifted you up again. This time he slid into your pussy slowly, watching as your mouth opened and you tried desperately not to make a sound.

"Do you know how good you feel?" He said into your ear. "I'm gonna cum in this tight little pussy. It's mine now and I don't care who knows it."

You grabbed his chin and pressed your lips to his. The knot in your belly unraveled as you creamed all over his dick.

"That's my girl," he fucked you quicker and harder as you tightened around him.

Bucky moaned into your mouth as his body stiffened and he came inside of you. He used one hand to brace himself on the wall and the other to keep you in place. He stopped you when you unwrapped your legs.

"No, wanna feel you," he panted into your throat.

"We don't have time for this, one of them will eventually come see what's taking so long," you wiggled out of his hold.

He let you down, but not before he got one more kiss.

He pulled his pants up while you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped yourself in it. You quickly placed the order for the pizzas and turned on your shower.

"Bucky, no," you giggled when he tried to follow you in.

"Fine," he kissed you and smacked your ass before leaving quickly.

********

"They've been up there for a long time," Sam said to Sarah.

"They're probably talking. You know how much she loved hearing old stories from daddy. He's probably telling her about how he was there when the wheel was invented or something," she replied.

"Mmm, I'ma go see," he said and walked away before she could stop him.

Bucky slipped into the guest room right before Sam hit the top of the stairs. He quickly rounded the bed and grabbed his bag as if he'd been looking through it.

"Hey, where's Y/N?" Sam questioned.

"Said she was getting in the shower," he never looked up.

"Oh... Why are your pants unzipped in my house?"

"Because I was also going to get in the shower, is that okay?" Bucky finally looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

Sam squinted at him before walking the short distance to your room. He could hear the water going in your bathroom, so he finally relaxed. Bucky came out of the guest room to go in the bathroom across the hall. He just shook his head at Sam. The man was definitely gonna pop a vein when he found out about the two of you.

********

While you all ate Sam and Bucky talked about their infamous first meeting.

"The guy puts his arm through my windshield and snatches the steering wheel clean off," Sam laughed. "Then I watched him jump over the side of a bridge and land on his feet."

"Come on, man," Bucky sounded embarrassed and looked over at you.

"It's funny now. Not so much back when you were trying to kill me, but definitely now," he took a drink.

"Alright, enough of those stories time for music," Sarah saved him. "Alexa, play some old school."

Alexa lit up and played Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye.

"Nooo, Alexa, next song!" Sam yelled.

Alexa played Love and Happiness by Al Green.

"Oh, this the one right here," he stood.

You and Sarah stood on each side of him and let him take lead, eventually coming in to be his back up vocals.

Bucky couldn't help but smile seeing the three of you together.

"Ooh, come on, Buck, let's dance," you put your hand out.

"What? No, I haven't danced since the 40's," he said and took a sip of his whisky.

"Well, you're long overdue then," you grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

You both swayed to the music. He smiled at you as he held on to your hips and led the dance. You were so caught up in him that you hadn't noticed Sam stopped singing and was just staring at you.

It wasn't until the music abruptly stopped that you remembered your siblings were even there.

Sam's jaw was on the ground as he stared at the two of you. You jumped out of his arms and started to explain, but he made a beeline for Bucky.

"Sam—"

He punched him in the face causing Bucky to flip over a chair.

"Samuel!" You and Sarah both yelled.

"He had it coming!" He walked away.

You helped Bucky up.

"Why didn't he hit that hard a few days ago when Walker was kicking our asses," he rubbed a finger across his eye.

"Are you okay? I didn't think he'd ever react like that," you checked his face.

"I'm fine," he assured you. "I should probably go," he said.

"You don't have to go, I'll talk to him. Besides, he just punched you; he didn't say you had to leave." You walked away to find your brother.

Sarah grabbed ice for his face and started cleaning up.

********

"Samuel Thomas Wilson!" You screamed when you saw his silhouette pacing back and forth on the dock. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Have you?!" He yelled back.

"You're a real piece of work, do you know that?"

"Of all the men in the world, why did you have to choose him?"

"Oh please, you're acting like I ran off and married the guy," you rolled your eyes.

"That's just it, the man's been through enough. He doesn't need you playing with him and trying to figure it out."

"Wait, you're mad at me?? Why the hell did you hit him?"

"I'm mad at both of you. I don't want him hooking up with my kid sister. He's too damn old, " he said, finally starting to calm down.

"Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not a kid anymore and the man is too old for everyone." You sat down and swung your feet over the edge.

"You'll always be my baby," he sat next to you.

"How's your hand?"

"Hurts like a bitch. The guy is very literally hard headed," he chuckled.

********

You found Bucky in the guest room lying in bed with the ice pack on his face.

"How's the eye?" You leaned up against the door.

"It'll survive," he looked over at you.

You walked over to the bed and laid flat on your back next to him. You were quiet until you couldn't hold in your laugh any longer.

"What's so funny?"

"He socked the shit out of you."

"Right?!" He laughed along with you. "But it was worth it. Besides, I had it coming. I did rip the man's steering wheel off while he was driving after all." He chuckled, referencing the earlier conversation.

"You know, he just jumped at the very first boyfriend I ever had and that poor guy never called me again," you moved the ice from his face.

"Yeah well, I don't scare that easily," he pecked your lips with a soft kiss.

You put your hand out for him to grab.

"You sure I'm not gonna get punched again," he laced his fingers with yours.

"Oh please, it was just a little love tap," you led him to the bedroom.

He locked the door behind you then quickly scooped you up to lie you down on your back.

"Bucky," you giggled as he kissed the insides of your thighs.

"I'm going back to Brooklyn tomorrow. I need to taste you one more time before I go." He pulled off your pants.

He slowly slid your underwear off and stuffed them in his back pocket. He definitely needed something to remember this moment by.

Bucky rubbed your pussy and then slowly pushed two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck, look how wet you are and I've barely touched you." He admired the wetness on his fingers when he pulled them out.

You opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out, letting him know you wanted a taste.

He happily stuck his fingers in your mouth. His dick pulsing as he watched you suck on his fingers. He could no longer resist diving in between your thighs after watching how much you enjoyed tasting yourself.

Bucky expertly rolled his tongue over your clit. Watching you as you struggled to keep quiet.

He rolled over onto his back while keeping you in place, so you were now riding his face. You buried your face in the pillows and let out the moans you'd been holding back.

"Fuck my tongue," he smacked your ass.

You bounced your ass on his face while he licked and sucked you.

Bucky stroked his cock. His balls were so full, he'd be cumming in no time.

"I'm gonna cum," you gripped the sheets.

Bucky flipped you again, as much as he wanted you to cum on his face, he wanted to see you come apart beneath him even more.

He pushed your legs back and nudged into you. Your breath caught in your throat as he stretched you.

He rubbed your clit as he fucked you slowly and deliberately. Putting his hand around your throat and squeezing lightly until damn broke and you shattered to pieces.

He caught your screams with his mouth and kept fucking until he could no longer hold back. He came inside of you for the second time that night.

After getting cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around you and before long he was asleep. You thought about what Sam said about him having been through enough. Sure, you had your time when you were just living life and didn't take men seriously, but after the blip you've realized that life is way too short. Besides, you actually liked Bucky and wanted to get to know him.

You ran your finger across the stubble on his sleeping face. His soft breathing continued as his fingers flexed lightly on your back.

Normally, even that light touch would've awakened him, but right now, he was completely comfortable and felt safe there with you and your family.

********

The next day Bucky got up early. He decided not to wake you and made his way down the stairs. Sam was already outside throwing the shield around.

Bucky walked up, but the two men didn't speak for a while. It wasn't until Sam threw the shield and Bucky caught it did they break the silence.

"I should've said something. The moment we got to the boat, I should've told you," he said.

"Yeah, you should have," Sam finally stopped to look at him. "That's my baby sister, man."

"I know and I didn't plan for it, hell, I didn't even know you had sisters... Or a boat? Which she got on my ass about by the way," he smiled.

"As she should," he laughed.

The two men talked about a few things and finally Bucky opened up to Sam a little bit.

"You still having those nightmares?" He asked.

"All the time... Except these past two nights." He inhaled as he felt himself becoming emotional. "For the first time in a long time, I felt a little at peace. Even when I was in Wakanda, I always felt like someone was coming, but with Y/N, I just..." his words trailed off.

"You know the Wilson's, we good for the soul man," Sam joked. "You can't use her as a crutch though," he became serious.

Bucky nodded in agreement. He knew exactly what he meant.

"You ready for a little bit of tough love?" He asked the older man.

********

You and Sarah watched out of the window while the two men talked.

"Oh look, they're doing the little high five dap thing," you said.

"He's walking away. Wow, that man broke your back and now he's leaving without saying goodbye," she teased.

"The hell he is," you ran to the front door.

"Hey!" You yelled after snatching it open and running out.

You ran past your brother and jumped into Bucky's arms. Wrapping your legs around him, you gave him a long, tongue filled goodbye kiss.

He set you on your feet after finally pulling himself away. You reached up and pinched his arm.

"Ow! Why is this family so violent?!" He yelled dramatically.

"How dare you try to leave without saying bye to me?" You huffed.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I'm not so good at goodbyes," he hugged you close. "I have some things I need to do back home, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"You'd better," you kissed him again. "Come on, I'll take you to the airport." You tugged him towards your car.

********

It had been weeks since you'd last seen Bucky, but you spoke on the phone almost everyday. You were excited when he told you that he was coming back to visit and would be at the big cookout.

You mingled with the people while you waited for him to show up, sitting with a group of friends talking when AJ and Cass took off running past you. You turned to see where they were headed and you saw Bucky walking up with a cake in his hand and sunglasses on.

"Damn, he looks better in person," one of your friends said.

"That he does. Excuse me, ladies," you vacated your seat and walked over to him.

The smile that stretched across his face was a mile long.

"Sargeant."

"Hey, baby doll," he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately.

"Alright, alright, enough of that. We're trying to eat here." Sam said.

Bucky clapped his friend on the back and you all sat down together.

Bucky looked around the table at all the smiling faces. He never thought he'd have happiness. Let alone people he could call family. He kissed you at your temple one more time. The way you looked at him made his heart flutter.

Finally. The calm he'd been searching for.

[bastillewolf]

Hey I know you probably have like a billion requests already but maybe you could do something where the reader is good friends with corpse (maybe with some unspoken feelings) and they ask him to visit their country side home lmao-

I'm really embarrassed about asking this and I know it sounds strange but being out in the country side can be really good for mental health and I just want this boi to heal--

I'm so sorry hahah

Thanks

That’s not strange at all, darling!! I love this ask! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, my mental health hasn’t been very good lately. I suppose I found this ask rather appropriate and I guess that’s why I liked writing it so much. Hope you enjoy!

Sunrise, Sunset - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse Husband / Reader.

“Yo,” is the first thing you hear as you open your Discord. It’s not his regular greeting, and he sounds more tired than usual.

“What’s up?” you asked curiously. “Everything okay? Haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I got really busy.”

“I can tell from your voice,” you chuckled. It had more of a rasp to it- if that was even possible.

“Yea, I can’t do too much for too long. I love that I’m able to work on music now, but it exhausts my voice so much that I can’t even stream sometimes.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you comment.

“Probably. It’s almost done, so then I can stream more,” he replies.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Hm?”

“I’m talking about an actual break, from everything.”

You hear him exhale deeply as if he’d already been considering it himself. “That does sound very nice.”

“I know, I always have the best ideas.”

“You do, except you forgot about the fact that I can’t really go anywhere. I mean, I’d love to take a break, but if I just sit here at home, I’m gonna either end up doing nothing or start working anyways. I don’t see me relaxing that way.”

“I didn’t forget about anything; I just hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“Oh?”

You’d be lying if you said that noise didn’t make you blush. “Remember how I said I live in the countryside? You know, it’s quite cosy here, and I have a guest bedroom to spare. If you want, but only if you’re comfortable with it, you could come over.”

It was quiet for a moment and your poor nerves were wondering if you’d said something completely wrong. You knew how he was about his privacy, but you’d figured that having known each other for a more than a few months now, you’d be at a point where you’d become actual friends, especially considering you always talked over Discord. At least, when he wasn’t busy.

“I... You wouldn’t mind?” he asked softly.

“Of course not!” You immediately replied, trying your best to make him feel as welcome as possible. “It’ll be so much fun! I was just worried you wouldn’t feel comfortable with it, otherwise, I would’ve invited you over a lot sooner.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yes! I’m always looking for people to take care of my chickens.”

“You have chickens?” he sputtered.

“Sure do. And that was a joke, by the way.”

He didn’t really give you much time to prepare. He’d instantly asked if he could come over in two days, which meant you had to clean, do the groceries, and have another mental breakdown within that short time.

When he did arrive at your relatively small but homely cottage, you knew that even if you’d had more time, you still wouldn’t have felt like you’d prepared enough. You were incredibly nervous, especially as the cab slowed to a nerve-wracking speed until it finally stopped in front of your little wooden fence that really couldn’t keep anyone out of your garden because it was so ramshackle.

You nod your head to the driver politely, who got out of the car to unload a bag from the trunk. Then, the door opened, ringed fingers sliding across the yellow polish on the metal framing. He pulled himself up and out, finally allowing you to take a good look at his face.

His hair was dark and curly, as to be expected from what you’d seen in the pictures, though you could barely see it underneath the hood he’d pulled up. His dark brown eyes immediately found yours, and a shy smile graced his lips, which you bashfully returned with a small wave. It made you want to hit yourself multiple times. He paid the cabby and thanked him, allowing you to take a good look at his attire, at his frame, at his whole being. He was wearing a black hoodie with some chains around it, along with dark baggy trousers and, go figure, black sneakers. He was slightly slouching, probably so the driver wouldn’t be able to make out his face in its entirety, but overall he looked lean, even while his face was more pale and tired, with dark circles surrounding his eyes.

He locked the creaky wooden fence behind him, quickly closing the distance between you two with only a few strides. He dropped his backpack on the floor, saying, “hi.” “Hey,” you replied with that stupid smile still on your face and now quite possibly a hint of red dusting your cheeks. He just chuckled at the slight awkwardness of the situation, before wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug. He smelled like nice cologne, and he gave really good hugs. It said a lot that you could tell that from just the one. “Thanks for letting me come over,” he muttered, finally allowing himself to sound as exhausted as he looked.

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

When you met his eyes again as he pulled back, you knew he was quietly telling you that it meant more to him than that. Feeling shy under his dark gaze, you shook your head, saying, “Come on, let me show you around.”

It wasn’t that big of a tour, but it was home and it was comfortable, so you never felt embarrassed about it. You made enough money, to be fair, from your career through YouTube, but you’d never really had the heart to leave the house. At least you had a guest bedroom, and the garden was something to dream of. To trade that in for a bit more storage space would be such a pity.

“-and this is going to be your room, for however long you wish to stay,” you finish with a flourish of your hand. He set his suitcase down on the freshly made bed and nodded, glancing around for a bit before his eyes landed back on you. “Did I tell you how much I appreciate you doing this for me?”

You huff, “Once or twice now.”

“I’ll be off your back in a few days, don’t worry. I think I just needed to get out of my stuffy apartment for a bit.”

“Stay as long as you’d like,” you told him assuredly, “I know how stressful it can be and I haven’t even been through what you have. I can’t imagine what it must be like.”

He shrugs, “I have my ups and downs. It’s mostly my health issues and anxiety holding me back.”

“Well, I hope you can relax a bit here, then. People seem to feel more at ease without a bustling city around them,” you said.

He glanced out the window and nodded. “Yeah, I immediately noticed it as I got out of the car. It’s so... quiet here. And the air, of course. It’s so much nicer.”

“I usually take walks in the early mornings. You should come along sometime if you’d like. The sunrise is always really pretty when you get up on the hill.”

The corners of his lips quirked up. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” you replied, clapping your hands together, “I’ll let you get settled and start dinner. The uh- the bathroom is shared, I left a stack of towels on the rack so you can use those.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

You nodded shyly, silently closing the door behind you as you stepped into the hall. You let out a deep sigh and leaned back against the wall, pressing the backs of your hands against your cheek in a vain attempt to cool down the heat and tone down the redness. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d reacted this way but the times you’d spend talking about everything and nothing with Corpse through Discord calls that lasted until the early mornings. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this way. You didn’t want to risk the friendship you had with him, but the tingling that had sprouted in your gut the moment he’d gotten out of that car told you that this was going to be hard.

 You knocked on his door quietly, afraid you were accidentally going to wake him when he didn’t want to be awoken. You didn’t know what kind of morning person he’d be, but he told you yesterday that he wanted to join you for your walk today. And while you were going to leave half an hour later than usual because it took you that long to work up the courage to knock on his door, meaning you were going to have to hurry a bit to catch the sun rising, you were still scared he was going to react grouchily. But when he opened the door, already dressed and ready to go, you realized you’d foolishly forgotten that this wasn’t just anyone, but that this was one of your friends; someone you already knew, even if it hadn’t been physically. Of course, he’d open the door with a smile, even though he looked more tired than the day before, which worried you.

“How did you sleep?” You made it evident in your tone that you were rather scared to ask the question, but it made him chuckle.

“I think you already know the answer to that. I don’t sleep well in general, so don’t worry. It has nothing to do with the bed or your hospitality.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do for you, I don’t mind being woken up.”

He shook his head as he followed you downstairs and out the front door. “To be fair, I slept more than I usually would, but your rooster woke me up.”

You laughed, “Yea, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about that.” You held the wooden fence gate open for him, following him to the grass field until you were walking next to him. You silently picked up your pace a bit, worrying that you might miss the sunrise when you had promised it to him.

“I know, I know,” he replied amusedly, “Can we go see them later? The chickens?”

“Sure,” you smiled, “I also have a few ducks. You’ll love them, they’ll try to rip the shoelaces from your feet.”

“Sounds great.”

The walk to the hill wasn’t too far, but the hill was quite steep, which was always an exercise for people who walked with you for the first time, so you’d figured he’d start trailing behind you after some time. Thing is, he started trailing behind relatively earlier than you had expected him to.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you called out, “you good? We’re almost there.”

He nodded, though you could see him slightly panting, and you turned around to jog up the last bit until you reached the top. You could see a sliver of light start to peek over the horizon, making you glance back to see how far away he was.

But instead of having moved forward, he was now sort of slouched over, holding his stomach as he panted loudly. “Shit,” you cursed yourself as you sprinted back down until you skidded to a stop in front of him. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I should have slowed down-“

“It’s fine,” he waved you off, slowly catching his breath. “I can do it, I just take a bit longer.”

“I’ll carry you if I have to. I got us into this mess.”

He chuckled, but it sounded a bit hoarse.

“Come on,” you said. He furrowed his brow in confusion but followed you anyway. Walking along the side of the hill was tricky, but you made it around without any issues. He was able to keep up this time and gratefully plopped down on the grass beside you, just in time to watch the sun fully appear from behind the horizon.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yea, it never really gets old.” You laid down, feeling twigs of grass tickle the bareback of your neck.

He joined you, scooting a bit closer until your arms were brushing against each other. You couldn’t tell if he’d done it on purpose, so you acted like it hadn’t affected you, keeping your eyes fixed on the sky above you. At least, you tried. They flickered when you felt fingertips graze across your lower arm until they reached your palm, where his nails slowly dragged along your skin until his warm digits intertwined with yours. His rings felt cool against the heat and tingling you were suddenly feeling in your hand. He didn’t let go of you, not as you laid there for what seemed like hours, nor during the entire walk back.

‘Is this what friends do?’ you were silently asking yourself, watching the ducks try to free his shoes from its laces, ‘is this what friends do when they need support? Is this his way of coping, or is it-‘ You quickly shook the thought away. Of course, he wouldn’t think of you that way. He probably did stuff like this with all his friends. You knew how playful he could get, his guy friends included.

Yeah, it was just that. It had to be.

You were both laid back on the couch that night, stuffed to the brink with the famous lasagne you’d put together. The TV was on, but it sounded more like static noise in the background. “I think I can just fall asleep right here,” you hummed. The glass of red wine you’d shared – because neither of you could handle liquor – had created a pleasant buzz between the two of you.

“That seems a lot less comfortable than your bed.”

“You don’t know a thing about my bed,” you huffed indignantly.

It was quiet for a moment then, a sliver of tension seeping through the warmth of your home. “I think it’s probably about as comfortable as mine, otherwise you’re treating your guests too much,” he replied.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “I’ve actually never slept in the guest bedroom. I might just be treating my guests too much and I’d never even know about it.”

He suddenly sat up and turned the TV off. “Come on,” he said and was already up the stairs by the time you’d made an attempt to move.

When finally reached the upstairs and were about to round the corner, you were suddenly picked up and slung over his shoulder, causing you to let out a loud shriek. “Corpse!” you laughed, “Please put me down!”

“You were taking too long,” he grumbled, dropping you down on the bed unceremoniously. He shuffled over until he was laying down next to you and lifted the covers up until it reached your neck.

“So?” he asked.

You had your eyes closed. “I might be treating my guests too much.”

He snorted. “Fucking knew it,” which made you laugh.

You laid there for quite a while, not really caring if either of you fell asleep with your regular clothes still on. “Hey Corpse?”

He hummed.

“I’m really glad you came. It gets lonely over here sometimes.”

He shifted, but because it was so dark you couldn’t really see what he was doing. Suddenly though, you felt him hovering over you, his elbows resting on either side of your face as his hand reached across to move a strand of hair to the side. He leaned down and hesitantly, his lips barely touched yours, a silent question if this was okay. You moved back against him, your hand finding his cheek in the darkness. His kisses were gentle, but passionate, which made your breaths heavier and deeper. When you pulled apart, you were both breathing heavily, mostly from the tension that had arisen.

“I really like you,” you admitted.

“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you until you were tucked against his chest. You hit his arm playfully, “Cocky bastard.”

You hear the smirk in his voice as he said goodnight.

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[putchi3]

Hospital bag checklist - The Putchi

Hey beautiful mama!

Congratulations, your due date is approaching and you are half way closer to meet your little one. Thinking about packing your hospital bag and don’t know where to start? Don’t worry ,We’ve created the ultimate hospital bag checklist for mom and the baby. We want to help relieve as much stress as possible for when it’s time to meet your new bundle of joy, so we have got it all covered for you.

When to pack :

The best answer for when to pack your hospital bag is whenever you feel is best for you! The general thumb rule is to have your bag packed and prepared by 36 weeks or 37 weeks pregnant, just in case your baby arrives before the due date. Maybe consider packing your bag a week or two earlier if your pregnancy is more high-risk. Generally, it’s better to be packed early and it also is one more item you can check off your list!

HOSPITAL BAG CHECKLIST FOR MOM :

The first step is to find the perfect bag to hold all your necessities. So once you’ve picked out the perfect bag, let’s run through some all that you’ll want for your hospital stay:  

Mandatory must have’s in your hospital bag for which you can just rely on us

Lounge wear: Our feeding friendly lounge wears  and a couple of comfy dresses with buttons will be your best friends.  They are cozy and make it easy for you to use the bathroom, have skin-to-skin time with your baby, and to breastfeed.

Our bamboo compression socks is a must have to soother your pain and give you the relief that you need

Underwear’s and Nursing friendly bra’s : Our #feellikewearingnothing undies and nursing friendly bra’s are designed to give you the comfort you deserve.

Home coming outfit - any comfy clothes will do. Maternity clothes work great ,they make it comfortable for you and the baby.

Feeding covers : Right after delivery you will have guests pouring in to see you and your little one. And our feeding covers will help you nurse comfortably even when people are around you.

Maternity pads: Trust us, this is a saviour. You will thank us later. (link to be added).

A small toiletry pouch which consists of:

 * Toothpaste

* Toothbrush

* Deodorant

* Chap stick/lip balm

* Travel-sized shampoo & conditioner

* Hair ties/hair clips

* Comb/ hair brush (yes, the process will leave your hair in a tangled mess.

Pro tip: If you can get most of those products in travel size, it’ll save a big space in your bag.

Things you need to be prepared with are:

* Nipple cream

* Water bottle

* Birth balls

* Sitz baths (Such a reliever)

* Healthy and nourishing snacks

* Massage tools

* Hot/cold packs for your contractions

* Bath towels

* A breast pump for encouraging stalled labor or expressing milk post deliver.

Essentials :

* A folder with all your paperwork - this might include a Photo ID, insurance info, hospital forms, the RI number details etc.

* Your phone and phone charger

* Glasses/contacts

Optional goodies

  Okay, so maybe these aren’t essentials, but it won’t hurt to throw in these nice-to-have items if there’s space in your bag.

* Airpods or earphones: music is an asset for some moms. Birth playlist anyone?

* A comfy pillow

* A good camera to record your precious moments

HOSPITAL BAG FOR BABY

Now that you’re all packed and ready to go, let’s move onto the new baby! It might be kind of tricky to know exactly everything baby will need...but the good news is that they really need only the essentials.

* Cloth nappy/ Diapers

* Wet Wipes

* Soft tissues

* A couple of Swaddles

* Receiving sheets

* Rubber mats

* Blankets

* Jablas/ onesie’s

* Socks

* Hand mittens

* Hats /Hoodies to cover their head.

* Baby soap/ wash

* Soft towels

* Nappy/burp cloth 

* And a coming-home outfit (and hat!) for the baby.

Optional goodies:

Bottles ( just in case)

Nail clippers

And we are almost done!

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[fireflykaizoku]

Hiiii Lari uwu can I have ✨ All my children are cared for by me. ✨ With my husband my love Rosinante 💖🥺 and maybe bonus adopted baby Law.

Hii of course Ace! I hope you like it! ❤

When your husband called you saying he had made a big decision without letting you know, but that it was for a good reason, you didn’t know what to expect. Rosinante kept telling you not to be mad. You honestly thought he had bought a house, a car, or bought plane tickets to visit another country.

But you could never have thought he’d bring a child.

— (Y/N), my love, I know what you’re thinking, but I swear it’s for a good cause. — he said, right when he saw you sitting on the couch, eyes wide open seeing the kid. — But I can explain. His name is Law.

The boy was skinny, with white dots all over his skin, and looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes. He wore a cute white fur hat with black dots, and had a few bruises on his arms. You felt so bad for the poor child you couldn’t even get mad at your husband. However, you wanted to know how he found this kid.

— I’ll go make something for him to eat. — you said, getting up. — Law, you can make yourself at home. You can watch TV while you wait.

You headed to the kitchen, and Rosinante followed you, but not before smiling to Law and giving him a thumbs up, a gesture to let him know that it’d be okay. He knew you wouldn’t kick a kid out.

— So, let me explain. — he said, following you around the kitchen. — This kid, he lost his family, it was probably so traumatic for him. So, he ended up in front of Doflamingo’s company, poor little thing, right? But we know very well Doffy isn’t capable of taking care of a child! Imagine how he’d turn out in a few years!

— So you thought we’d be a better option? — you asked, letting a giggle out while making him some soup.

— Yes, just until we find a family for him. — he grabbed a plate. — Oh, no bread, please. He doesn’t like bread. But yes, we can’t let a child be homeless, or even worse, live with Doflamingo.

— I agree with that. But, Corazon, are we even stable enough to take care of a child for now?

— We can figure something out. — he held your hand, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You sighed, grabbing a plate and looking at the child from far. Law was entertained watching some movie, probably not hearing your conversation. You looked at Rosinante, and by your facial expression, he already knew your answer.

— I’ll get clean sheets, a pillow and towels. We can buy him some clothes tomorrow and find a school for him too.

Your husband smiled and lifted you off of the ground, feeling so happy and kissing all over your face while repeating “thank you” so many times. He ran to Law to tell him the news.

The boy didn’t seem to react, but you didn’t expect him to jump and celebrate. After all, he dealt with trauma recently, and now he would move to a new home with people he hardly knows. Maybe you two would be able to bond eventually.

— Let’s go eat, Law. — you smiled. The boy got up and went to the kitchen, while Rosinante followed still looking so happy.

— Thank you, (Y/N)-ya. — he replied, the first time you heard his voice. Apparently, he was very shy, but also polite.

While Rosinante and Law had dinner, you went upstairs to prepare the guest room and make it comfortable for the young boy at least for the first night. You’d buy more pillows and another blanket first thing in the morning.

The day after, the blonde went to work, and after breakfast, you and Law went to a couple of stores and enroll him in a school near your house. You tried to make a conversation, but he was very quiet, talking only if it was necessary. At night, Rosinante arrived from work, only to find you decorating Law’s room, while he sat on the bed while preparing his bag for school the next day. The man couldn’t help smiling seeing that cute scene.

For the next couple of weeks, Law slowly started to open up. Talking about his day at school, favorite subjects, and even asking you and Corazon about your day. He could talk about many things, but didn’t talk about his past, ever. But he made progress since he was doing well in school, had a couple of friends and even started smiling often.

It has been a few months already, and it was October 6, Law’s birthday. You and Corazon have been planning something for weeks, and decided to have a little celebration just the three of you and Sengoku, Rosinante’s father figure. There was cake and a few presents, especially medical books, something he seemed to love, and a polar bear stuffed animal, which he hugged while sleeping every day now.

A week later, your husband came home from work, visibly upset. He made a sign for you two to talk in private, so you headed to the shared room.

— A family called me, they seemed to be interested in adopting Law… — Rosinante sighed, not very happy with the news. — They want to visit tomorrow.

For so long you two completely forgot about the “just until he finds a nice family” deal. Well, until then.

— Already? — you widened your eyes. It took you a while to realize the boy has been part of your family for almost half a year already, enough time to love him like your own child. — But… Law already has friends, he even laughs and talks more. Do we… Really need to?

Law seemed to be listening the conversation, because he rushed inside the room.

— Cora-san! (Y/N)-ya! I don’t want to go with them! — he pulled your arm, his voice sounded desperate. — I want to live with you and Cora-san! Please, don’t make me go live with strangers!

You felt something hold your heart so tight, and by the look on your husband’s face, he felt the same thing. He bit his lip, and looked away, probably trying to hide the tears that started to appear. How would you say goodbye? It felt so cruel.

— Don’t worry, Law. — you said as you kneeled to look at him face to face. — We won’t make you go with them. You’re staying with us. After all, we’re your family now, right?

It wouldn’t be easy, the adoption process would be long, but it’d be worth it. How would you give up on the child that slowly found a spot for him inside your heart?

[laurafett]

Unfamiliar Fruit

PART ONE

Friends to lovers, sex pollen Boba Fett x f reader 

Words: 10k

- You and Boba are guests in a palace on a different planet. The King serves you some strange food, with the intetion of doing both of you a favour - 

No mentions of pronouns, hair or skin color, sexuality. Also, let’s pretend that there is underwear in space. Minors, do NOT interact!!

Warnings: smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 18+), mentions of food and eating, masturbation (m and f), comlink sex, pain due to sex pollen, slight voice kink 

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Why did you always let yourself get dragged into some bantha shit like this? You were dirty, sweaty and smelled like the inside of a Tauntaun. Boba told you this was going to be a short hunt for which he needed your help. Just one bounty he would have to hunt and collect. He said it would take about two or three days. Yeah, no shit. You were sitting on this Marker forsaken planet for almost two weeks now because Boba found some new connections for his business on Tatooine.

He didn't want you to get into trouble so you had to stay in Slave I almost every day. You had no clean clothes, the water tank for the shower was already empty and soon you would be out of food too.

You sat in this tiny, dirty ship while the bounty hunter probably was living in a  big, glamorous palace at the other side of the town. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, letting out a sight as you tried to find a comfortable position in the pilots seat. This was where you spent most of your days, sitting in the cockpit while looking out of the big window in front of you.

It was a green planet, with lots of trees and fields of grasses. It was a welcome sight after spending so much time on Tatooine. The air here was cool and fresh, but it was not exactly cold. The small forests shielded the ship from the sun, so that it always had a comfortable temperature in the ship. At least that was something nice about your current location.

Another nice thing was there was a river which’s stream led behind the big city walls. On some particular hot days, you used the water there to cool down your body. You watched how the water disappeared as soon as it reached the high built bricks that were put there to shield the town and the people there from any kind of intruders.  

You couldn't see much of the city because the ship was stationed some miles away from it. You guessed it was old, from the way the walls looked. In all your days here you never saw a person leaving or entering through the massive wooden doors. It made you wonder if the town was really so big to have everything they needed, so no one ever had to leave this place.

Tearing your eyes away from the mysterious town in front of you, you looked into the sky. Only a few more hours before the sun would start to set and you would have another silent night all by yourself.

If you were on Tatooine you would have spent time with Fennec during your sleepless nights, her never seeming to sleep much as well. But no, you were here. And you were bored to death. There wasn't even anything to read on Boba’s ship, so you had no other option other than to sit around and  keep staring holes into the air.

Right when you were about to get lost in some thoughts again, your datapad received a message from your absent partner. Your back straightened and you leaned forward to read it.

“We will leave soon, only one or two more days.

They invited you for dinner tonight as well,

you also get a proper quarter to sleep in.

Be here before the sun sets.

Take the ship with you, there is a place near the palace

where you can land it. Be careful.”

You almost started crying at the thought of a real bed and real food waiting for you. “Thank the Maker.”, you mumbled to yourself before you checked that everything on the ship was secured so nothing would break during your flight. It didn't take long for you to start the ship and fly directly in the direction of the big castle-like building.

Only five minutes later you landed the ship near the palace and some people were already coming out of the ancient building. You grabbed your blaster before leaving the ship and walked towards the other people. They greeted you by bowing in front of you. Eyebrows lifted in surprise, you looked back down at them.

There was an older man with brown skin and dark hair, some strands already whitening. His mouth was almost hidden by a big, long beard that went down to his throat, but you were able to make out a small smile on his lips. He wore a purple robe, so long that the end of it was covering the ground behind him. Some golden chains covered his chest and he wore rings on almost every finger.

He was in the company of four young women, covered in light yellow cloaks. You were able to see their faces, all of them smiling at you. Each one seemingly more beautiful than the others. Now you could understand why Boba spent so much time here.

“You must be the partner of the great Boba Fett.” The man in front of you began speaking, “We are glad to have you here. All our guests get only the best. We’ve prepared your quarters for the night and one of my maids will show you the way so you can refresh yourself before dinner.”

The old man pointed at a young woman with curly hair, who was smiling at you.

“Thank you, that's really nice.” was all you could say in your current state of surprise.

“Nothing to thank us for. We made a really good deal with your partner so it is a pleasure for us to have you here.” The man nodded slowly and you gave him a weak smile. These people were way too friendly to make a deal with Boba. You hoped he would explain this to you when you see him.

“Follow me, I will show you your room.” The young woman said and waved her hand for you to follow her.

The palace was gigantic. Many statues and old art were all over the place. The statues were made out of white stone, portraying people you didn't know, probably warriors. Strong bodies, perfectly chiseled into different kinds of material, telling a story you've never heard before. Paintings covered the high walls, showing many faces. Some of them looked like normal citizens like farmers, children, or the whole families portraits. Others picturing royals, queens and kings, princes and princesses.

The two of you walked through an uncountable amount of rooms and corridors. And after almost ten minutes of walking the woman turned around, looking at you. She opened the doors on your left and your eyes widened in shock. The room they prepared for you was bigger than any house you had ever lived in. It was filled with old furniture, a gigantic bed, a big balcony and a probably enormous bathroom behind a closed door. The maid walked into the room with you being directly behind her. She went over to a large closet and opened it to reveal that it was full of beautiful clothes made out of the best material in the galaxy. One of your hands rose to touch the silky fabric of one of the dresses.

“These are for you to wear. We asked your partner for your size and I hope there is something that fits in here. If not, feel free to tell me and we will get you something else.” You slowly nodded while looking through the amount of different clothes. “The King wants you to wear anything you feel comfortable in but would be happy if you would wear something more festive for dinner.” You looked over to her and she smiled at you again.

“Dinner will be ready in about two hours. Feel free to use the bathroom and clean yourself up.” She slowly made her way to the door, “And if you need anything, please let me know and we will be happy to help you.”

“Thank you.” was all you could say before she left the room.

Now being on your own, you slowly walked through the chambers, trying to take in every detail. The walls were a light rosé and sky blue curtains hung beside the windows. All the furniture was made out of dark wood. A small glass table stood in the corner of the room with some books on top. The bed was covered in white sheets and pillows and was large enough to allow 4 people, maybe even more, to sleep comfortably.

You walked out onto the balcony and gasped. You had a great view over the whole city. It wasn't the biggest you have ever seen, but definitely one of the most beautiful ones. Everything looked more like a big garden than a place where people lived. Old, small houses were blooming like mushrooms between a field of grass. Many fields covered the space underneath the palace.

People stood in front of their houses, talking to each other. Children were playing hide and seek, laughing so loud even you could hear it. The lights were turned on in almost every house and you could see some farmers bringing the harvest they collected over the day into the warmth of their homes. This place was really beautiful.

And now, as the sun slowly started to set, it looked even more aesthetically pleasing. You looked down into the court of the palace and saw Boba. He was taking a walk with the man you talked to when you arrived. Hopefully he would tell you what this was all about as soon as you had some alone time with him.

After standing and watching the city for some more moments, you went back inside and into the bathroom. Just as you thought it was just as big as everything else. Covered in white tiles, a marble bathtub, a shower beside and a big sink with a mirror and any kind of makeup you could think of. You never really used something like this, but maybe tonight was a good night to try it.

You stripped out of your dirty clothes and quickly got into the shower. The warm water ran down your body and you couldn't help yourself but moan at the relaxing feeling. After cleaning yourself completely, you just had to stay under the warm water for just a bit longer.When you finally had enough, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. With one hand you grabbed one of the soft towels, wrapping it around your body.

Entering the bedroom once more you walked over to the big closet and searched through it. You opened one of the drawers, instantly moving back in surprise. It was full of some of the most expensive and beautiful lingerie you have ever seen. Did Boba tell them to get those for you? Curiously you looked through them, soon realizing that all of them were exactly your size. How could he know what size you wore? But before you were able to think much further, your eyes caught a glimpse of a beautiful, dark green lace set.

You pulled it out of the drawer, taking the time to really look over it. It was gorgeous. Without thinking too much, you dried your body and tried on the underwear. You weren't insecure about your body or anything, but you were still afraid that it might not look as good as you imagined. With small steps you walked in front of the big mirror beside the closet and looked at your figure. Holy shit. You looked fucking hot. The bra fitted perfectly around your breasts and you were able to see through it a little bit. The panties wrapped themselves around your ass without covering too much. You were speechless. How could've Boba guessed your size so perfectly?

Before putting on more clothes you went back into the bathroom to do your hair and make up. And while doing that your thoughts started to wander.

You always had a thing for Boba. From the day you agreed to work with him to this current moment. The both of you met while searching for a bounty. He got attacked by several men at the same time and you hopped in to help him. He was impressed, to say at least. You joked about saving his life and how he would owe you something.

The bounty hunter was almost speechless at that moment. You weren't afraid of him. You knew who he was, but you weren't afraid, not in the slightest. He was almost sure he could like you until it turned out that both of you were going after the same bounty. Boba tried to tell you that you had no right to go after this man and that he would kill you if you still tried to, but the only thing you said was:”Are you afraid of losing, old man?”

And that is how it started. You were able to catch the first bounty. Boba was angry about it, but he would never tell that he was almost as much impressed by your fighting and hunting skills. Those games continued for weeks. Every time you met each other on a planet, searching for a bounty, you made a contest out of it.

He would never admit it, but he loved it. He loved to see you getting lost in your hunting instincts and trying to get whoever you were looking for. He loved seeing you fight, you were much stronger than you looked. But mostly he loved to see your euphoric smile when you showed him the bounty you just caught. Of course he would never admit that to you, but he loved spending this time with you.

But things got more stressful on Tatooine and he had to stay there for a certain amount of time, dealing with his business. You two didn't see each other anymore and it drove both of you crazy. You listened to every conversation about Boba to find out where he was right now, secretly hoping to see him again as soon as possible.

Until one day, you received a message from the King of the Underworld himself. He said that he would need more good bounty hunters in his palace and offered you a job at his side. Obviously, you couldn't say no, so the next day you made your way to the palace to start working with him and his right hand Fennec.

The three of you got along pretty well and work seemed to be as easy as never before. The only thing disturbing the good climate you had in the palace was the never ending tension between you and Boba. You didn't know what exactly the reason was for this undeniable tension, but it drove you mad. You were attracted to him, there was no point in denying that. But you also knew that he saw you as a coworker, maybe a friend. There were other things going through his head than what was going on between the two of you. You were also sure that you just imagined all the small hints which could possibly be a sign for him returning your feelings.

Until Fennec decided to confront you. She asked you why you didn't already tell him, that it was already really obvious. You didn't know what to say and tried to deny your feelings. The only reaction she showed to your very bad lie was a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I can't wait until you both realize that each of you returns the feelings for the other one.” was the last thing she said before she walked away and it still haunted you to this day.

Your eyes were glued to the mirror in front of you while you were trying to do your eyeliner. Finally finished, you looked at yourself. Even though you didn't use makeup on a regular basis, it looked really good. Happy with your hair and makeup, you went back to the closet.

Your eyes scanned every single piece of clothing in there. What would be something acceptable to wear while having dinner with a King? One of the dresses caught your eye, but before you were able to pull it out of the closet the door to your room got opened.

Eyes widened in shock, you looked at Boba who stood in the doorway. You couldn't see it but his eyes scanned your almost naked body. He didn't even realize it but his breathing stopped as soon as he saw you. You looked absolutely stunning. Only when his eyes met yours through his visor, he realized that he was staring at you. He snapped out of his thoughts and turned around, trying to get his breathing under control.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to see if everything is alright and tell you that dinner is ready in about half an hour.” he spoke with a raspy voice.

“Okay, alright. I will be there.” You looked at his back while speaking.

Without another word Boba went out of the room and closed the door behind him. He walked down the corridor with large steps. The picture of you, just standing there in the probably hottest set of lingerie he ever saw, was burned into his mind. They asked him for your size, yes, but he never thought they would pick out something like this for you. Maker, he needed to cool down.

Entering his room, he sat down on the white sheets of his bed. Seeing you like this was completely new for him and he couldn't deny the fact that his trousers got tighter when he had scanned the length of your body. He knew you for a good amount of time now, but most of the time he had enough self-control to not imagine you in this certain kind of way. But this time, he couldn't help himself.

Pictures of your body laying underneath him flooded his mind. He wondered if the sounds you made were just as beautiful as you? Would your lips feel as soft as they look? Would you taste like- Kriff. His eyes snapped open and he let out a deep sigh. At this point, he was rock hard just by thinking of you. He needed to stop.

He knew that someone as beautiful as you and also younger than him would never share the same feelings as him. You were able to have any person you wanted, why would you choose him? He thought back when you first arrived at his palace.

The way the people eyed you. Hundreds of hungry eyes stared at you. He still remembered how glad he was that he wore his helmet, so no one could see his jealous expression. Only when you walked up to him and started talking to him, the people stopped staring at you. The only thing he wanted to do in that moment was to pull you onto his lap and show everyone that you belonged to him and if anyone dared to lay a hand on you, they would have to deal with Boba himself.

But you weren't his. You belonged to no one, you told him more than once. And he understood what you meant by saying this and he respected you, more than anyone else. But he still found himself alone at night, wishing you were by his side.

A knock on the door ripped him out of his daydreams.

“I just wanted to tell you that food is ready in five minutes.” A voice said through the door. After that it got silent again. Trying to get you out of his head he stood up and made his way into the dining hall. This is going to be a long night.

You stood in silence for a minute after Boba left your room. You noticed his staring, but you weren't sure if it was just because you were in your underwear or if he really thought you were attractive.

Thinking about it for a second, you decided to try your luck today. If it turned out that he wasn't interested, you could finally live in peace again. But if he was, then you were going to have a very good night.

The bounty hunter was  already sitting at the table when you entered the large dinner room. You saw how his helmet turned in your direction but you couldn't see any reaction from his side. And again, Boba was very happy to wear that stupid helmet. You looked stunning. Your body was covered by a silky black dress with thin straps. It went down to your legs and hugged all your curves perfectly. He swallowed hard, almost sure everyone could hear it.

With a nervous look, you settled down in the seat beside him. You looked at his black visor and he nodded slightly. Before you could say anything the King, as you learned for the maid, stood up and began to speak.

“Tonight we want to honor our guests, the great Boba Fett and his beautiful partner. Our kingdom was able to make a deal from which we all are going to profit from and which will keep us all safe.” He raised his glass in your direction. “We hope you enjoy your meal and now, let the festivities begin.”

He brought his glass to his lips and drank one sip, before everyone else joined in.

Two big doors swung open and the staff brought in the food. You almost couldn't believe your eyes. So many different kinds of food, mostly things you didn't even know. Your stomach started rumbling at the sight of all the different courses. With wide eyes, you looked at Boba once more. He didn't notice because he was in the middle of taking off his helmet. You were about to stop him, but it was already too late. He never let his enemies or business partners see his face, but by the reaction of the other people in this room it wasn't the first time they saw him. He turned his face to you and mustered you with a confused look.

“What's the matter?” His eyes fixed on yours while he was trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“Nothing. Don’t worry.” You shook your head slightly.

Bringing your eyes back to the food in front of you, you couldn't stop yourself from starting to eat. So many different vegetables and fruits. All the different variations and sauces. You moaned when the first piece of food found its way into your mouth. This was the best feeling you've ever experienced.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Boba watched you and a small smile tugged at his lips as he saw your satisfied expression when you finally started eating.

Without even trying to hold back you ate as much food as you could. Each dish was better than the other and you were almost overwhelmed at all the different choices.

You were still eating even after all the others finished their meal, but you didn't care. You had no good food in weeks and to be completely honest, the food on Tatooine wasn't the best either.

Shoving the last piece of food into your mouth you fell back into your seat, holding your tummy. You were stuffed, to say the least.

“Finished already? Don't you want to lick the plates of all the others clean too?” Boba smirked at your exhausted figure, bringing his glass to his lips.

You gave him a playful annoyed look, but couldn't hold back your laugh. The corners of his mouth raised around the glass.

Before you were able to reply something the other man beside you started talking to you. You were so caught up in getting food inside your stomach that you didn't even talk to anyone in here. So you gladly interacted in the conversation the other man tried to build up.

Turns out this planet was one of the only ones which stayed completely out of the war that happened some years ago; which was impressive because almost no planet was able to stay out of those kinds of politics. But this was the reason why everything here was so old. They never had to rebuild anything because nothing ever got destroyed. Maybe by accident on occasion but never due to war. The people who lived here had one of the oldest environmental systems in the galaxy, which is the reason why you didn't recognize most of the food. It's local and you are not able to get it on any different planets. You wondered if Boba made a deal about some kind of spices, but he was more than a spice smuggler. That would make no sense.

Suddenly, in the middle of the conversation, someone came up behind you and sat a new plate in front of you. On it was a fruit, you also didn't recognize. It had thick skin and was bright yellow. You looked around and saw that Boba and you were the only one with this kind of food on their plates. With a confused look you turned your head to him but he just shrugged his shoulders, signaling you that he also had no idea what kind of fruit that was.

“We decided to give you some of our rarest food on the planet. It is hard to grow and actually is the only fruit we sometimes sell to other planets. But after everything you will be doing for us, I think you deserve to get a taste.”, the King spoke and looked at the two of you. You weren't sure if it was just your imagination but all the other people in the room looked at you with a smirk on their face. As if they knew something you didn't.

There was no room left in your stomach, you were full. But after everything the man said, you didn't want to be rude, so you took your fork and tried a small piece of the yellow food in front of you.

Before you even started chewing it, you tasted how sweet it was. Too sweet. You grimaced at the overwhelming taste. It was like nothing you ever tasted before. It gave your tongue a tingling sensation but also made it numb at the same time. The juice that squished out of it when you bit it, immediately ran down your throat. You desperately tried to hold back a cough. With one big gulp, you swallowed the piece of fruit and laid your fork back down.

Side-eyeing Boba, you saw that he wasn't impressed by the taste either. Just now you realized that all eyes in the room were laid on the two of you, waiting for your reaction.

“It-” You began, clearing your raspy voice before continuing, “It tastes delicious, really. Amazing, different taste.” It was a lie and anyone smart enough would have realized but it seemed like the people didn't notice. They started smiling, bringing their attention to their own desserts.

Boba looked at you in a way that said 'You are a terrible liar.', but you didn't care as long as everyone was happy.

“I'm very glad to hear that and now eat up. We wouldn't want to waste anything of this delicate fruit.” You sent a death look into the direction of the king, but your partner nudged your side with his elbow.

“Eat up. You don't want to be rude, do you?” Your death glare wandered directly to Boba and he smirked at you. Cocky bastard.

With a disgusted look on your face you took the fork again and started eating the fruit.

Soon it was much later in the evening but you didn't notice the passage of time because you were actually having some nice conversations with the people from the city. You talked about the wars, the way this planet stayed out of them, the story of how you became a bounty hunter and joined Boba.

Your eyes wandered into the direction of said bounty hunter more than once that night. Sure, he wasn't someone to talk much, especially about his feelings, but you couldn't deny the feeling of disappointment that he didn't even acknowledge the way you looked tonight. The small amount of hope in you wasn't strong, but it was surely gone by now. Forcing your eyes away from him, you started listening to the story one of the women in front of you was currently telling.

Boba didn't feel well. It wasn't the amount of strangers around him or the fact that he probably ate too much, no. It was the fact that you turned heads in this room. From more than just one or two people.

But well, he couldn't blame them. Your body looked like art in the dress you were wearing. He asked himself what the reason was, for your choice of looks tonight. Did you want to impress someone? Boba knew you had your fair amount of affairs. It had been revealed after you two along with Fennec drank too much spotchka one night and talked about your sex lives. He still didn't know how that happened.

Anyway, even though he knew you weren't his, he tried to keep everyone away from you that showed just the slightest bit of interest in you. He knew it wasn't fair, but he couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching you. Was this the reason you were dressed like this? Did you want to hook up with someone from the palace?

He shook his head. He had no reason to think about your intimate relationships with others; he had no right to judge or decide over your choices. But the more he let his mind wander, more thoughts of you popped up in his head. And one of the thoughts was the picture of you in your underwear. Again.

Suddenly, he felt hot. Not in the way he felt when he was angry or embarrassed, but actually hot. So hot that he started sweating. He looked around to find a reason why the temperature suddenly had changed in here but it seemed like no one else noticed. He tried to adjust himself in the chair. It felt like his armor got two sizes smaller and he wasn't able to breathe. Different parts of his body began to tingle and he was sure he would pass out. His body quickly raised from his seat, to get out of the room but the second he stood, he couldn’t move due to the feeling of dizziness that held him. Boba stood there for a second before he made his way out of the dinner hall.

Your eyes fell on his quickly moving body and the way the look on his face seemed alarmed. Something told you to follow him. Without excusing yourself, you left your seat and made your way up to him. Before he was able to leave the room, you reached for his arm and stopped him. He turned to you, his eyes wide in shock.

“Boba, are you alright? You look terrible.” The look on your face was concerned and you glanced at him through your lashes. He stared at you, not without noticing how his eyes started to wander over your body.

“I- umm...” He stopped his rambling when he felt a painful sting in his lower belly, his erection forming in his pants. What was wrong with him?

“Kriff.” was all he said, looking around to see if anyone was staring at the two of you. Luckily no one seemed to care about the fact that the two of you were standing away from the table.

Without thinking, Boba grabbed your waist and pulled you a little closer to him. You were so surprised. You couldn't think of anything to say. He lowered his head so his mouth was directly at your ear.

“We are leaving tomorrow morning, be ready. I'm going to bed now and you should too, Princess.” Not a second later, he released his grip on you and was gone.

Princess. The word rang through your ears. It was almost as if you could still feel his hands on you. A shiver ran down your shine when you thought about his breath hitting your sweaty neck. Lost in your thoughts you still looked at the door he left through.

A sharp pain in your stomach shook you out of your trance. You flinched at the feeling, wondering what that was. But a moment later, you felt a burning heat in your core and the feeling spread through your whole body. You grew even hotter than before. Maybe Boba was right. You should go to bed.

It was harder than you thought to find your way back to your quarters. The fact that your legs got weaker with every step and the slightly dizzy feeling in your head wasn't helping either. You stumbled through the corridors, hoping to soon find your stupid room. Who needs a palace that big anyway?

After some more minutes, you were sure you finally arrived. About to open the door to your room, you heard a strange sound coming from a chamber down the hall. You stayed still, to see if it wasn't just your head trying to trick you.

“Dank Farrik!”

Even though your whole body was aching at this point, you followed the sound. A loud groan came out of one room and you realized it was Boba. A little bit faster than before, or at least as fast as you were able to go, you went to the door the sound was coming from. Your mind clouded from the heat and pain taking over your body as you knocked.

“Boba?” Your voice was weak and raspy as if you had been screaming for hours straight. Nothing happened, so you tried again. “Are you alright? I heard some noise-”, a sore, deep voice cut you of.

“I'm... I'm alright.” A sore, deep voice cut you off. On the other side of the door, the man struggled to speak. His throat felt so dry as if he had wandered through the dunes of Tatooine for days without a single drop of water. Every part of his body arched and he panted, not being able to breath properly.

When he entered his room some moments ago, he got rid of his armor, tossing it carelessly onto the floor and falling down onto the bed. He didn't feel dizzy anymore but there was pain, almost as bad as in the sarlacc, flowing through his body and especially into his abandonment. He was hard, harder than ever before and it hurt. Scared of touching himself, of making the pain even worse, he just kept laying there, hoping that the pain would go away. No luck yet.

There was a white noise in your ears and you almost didn't hear what he said. His voice sounded so breathy; you were afraid he was hurt. You tried to steady yourself by holding on to the doorknob. You felt like you were about to pass out, but you still wanted to make sure that everything was alright.

“Are you s... sure? It doesn't sound like it.” It almost hurt to speak.

You heard a terrifying growl from the other side of the door.

“Fucking hell. I'm doing fine and now go to bed.” Boba shouted.

Too dizzy to be shocked or to show any reaction towards his tone you slowly made your way back to your quarters. Barely able to find the strength to push the door open, you almost fell into the room. The pain got even worse and couldn't hold your body up any longer. You felt your legs carry you across the room so you could collapse on the bed, groaning loudly as your body landed on the mattress. Your mind wasn’t able to form any kind of rational thought. The only thing you were aware of was the pain in your body and the growing wetness between your legs.

You had no idea what was going on, only realizing that you started to become incredibly needy. With all the force you could muster in the moment, you rubbed your thighs together to create even the smallest amount of friction. You almost started cringing when you felt how just wet you were. Maker, what was wrong with you?

The pressure from your thighs wasn't enough. Your panties were already soaked, even without anyone touching you. Slowly, you let one of your hands go between your legs. Your body jumped at the first light touch and an obscene moan left your mouth. Holding your other hand over your mouth, you carefully started to touch yourself.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus on giving yourself some kind of pressure pleasure, but it didn't work. The pain was still there and it seemed like it wasn't about to leave any time soon. Starting to move your hand faster, to find your way to the desperately needed climax, you heard the sound of your wet cunt.

You’ve never been this wet. Especially without anyone touching you. Your thoughts drifted to Boba. Him calling you princess surely couldn't be the reason for the mess between your legs. You wanted to fuck him, but you weren't that affection starved. Or were you?

Thinking about your partner brought you closer to your own orgasm. Two of your fingers circled around your clit and started to become sloppy as you grew closer to your release. Your eyes stayed shut, trying to imagine something that would help you. You thought of Boba, sitting on his throne, legs wide and taking every inch of space in the big seat. The way he looked so dangerous, just by doing nothing then looking around the room. How often you thought about riding him in that position. You on top of him, his large hands on your hips. You would be completely naked for him while he still wore his armor, feeling the cold beskar against your heated skin. His body would tense underneath yours while he pounded into you, calling you his good girl.

You were so close, you could feel the familiar heat rising. Just one or two more seconds.

“Hey. Are you here? Can you hear me?” Your hand moved from your core as fast as possible. Shooting your eyes into the direction of the door, but it was still closed. A groan left your mouth. You were so close and the pain was still so present in your body, you were probably imagining things.

Just as you were about to continue, the voice rang through the room again. You tried to sit up, looking around, searching for the reason you were able to hear him.

“Are you mad at me? Dank- I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you.” Boba sounded like he was out of breath. Your eyes landed on the pile of clothes on the floor. Sure, your comlink. On shaky legs, you walked to your old clothes and took the small speaker from your belt.

You were afraid to say something. Did he hear you? You were embarrassed. He was your coworker and you just almost had an orgasm while thinking about him.

“Boba.” The only thing leaving your mouth, in a breathless voice, was his name. You weren't able to say more, afraid that he might sense what you just did.

The man in the other room was still laying on his bed. He didn't trust himself to stand up. His heavy breathing was the only sound around him. His fist clenched around the comlink, after he heard you speaking. Your voice sounded just as weak as his, you must feel the same reaction as he did.

Boba has been to a lot of planets and different cities, but this feeling was new to him. He knew what the cause for this was, probably. The fruit contained a certain type of pollen. He heard about them, about the stuff they do to the ones eating it. It was almost like an aphrodisiac, people would get desperate for any kind of sexual interaction, just to make the pain go away. And he also knew that the pain would fade much faster, if you would do something about it and even better, not by yourself.

The sound of you whispering his name through the speaker made his hips twitch. He would never act on the feelings he had right now, especially not with you. You were too important to him and he would never forgive himself if he lost you due to his needy brain and body. But he couldn't stop thinking about you. The fact that you felt the same exact pain he did in this moment, made it even worse.

“Are you... are you alright?” Your quiet voice cut through his thoughts. Maker, why did your voice have to sound so fucking desperate? He shuts his eyes close, trying to stay focused.

“Yes, I think so. What about you?”

“No. No, I think something is wrong with me.” Boba's eyes snapped open again when he heard you were crying. “I- I don't know why, but everything hurts. Kriff, it hurts so bad Boba. I don't know what to do.” By now your voice was almost unrecognizable, it was shaky and blurred from your crying.

The heart of the bounty hunter sank deep in his chest. He didn't want you to go through this. “Okay, try to calm down. You got this, try to ignore it.” He almost laughed at himself. There was no way to ignore it and he knew that.

“Are you kidding me? Try to ignore it? Boba, it feels like my whole body is on fire, I can't just pretend I don't feel that shit.” There was a hint of annoyance in your voice and he couldn't blame you. He was better at controlling his body in general and it was still hell for him. He couldn't even imagine how you felt. “You know what, I'm coming over, right now.”

“No!” He screamed the word into the communicator in his hand. With all his strength, he sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. There was no way he would spend this time with you. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself if you were with him.

“Boba, what the he-”

“I know what might help you.” His tone was low and calm, trying not to cross a line with what he was about to say.  “You need to touch yourself.”

Your mouth fell open. Did... did he really just say that? You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. That was what you were already doing, touching yourself, but hearing him saying those words sent goosebumps all over your body.

“Before you start to protest, yes I know it sounds strange, but believe me, it will help you.” A moment of silence fell above you before he started to speak again. “Please. I don't want you to be in this terrible pain. Do... do it for me, please.”

You weren't able to stop the whine that left you after hearing his words. It was too much; this whole situation was too much for you. Your body was aching and you knew that your hands would never be able to sooth the pain and growing heat between your legs.

“Boba, I-” He cuts you off once again.

“S- stop saying my name like that, please. I will not be able to control myself if you keep doing that.” You felt even more heat rising in your body at his words. “Just... just try to do what I just told you.”

Without letting go of the comlink, you sneaked your hand under your dress once again and into your wet folds. You moaned at the feeling. There was a hiss, coming out of the speaker and you heard the man on the other end swearing.

“That's it. Just keep doing that.” Boba wasn't able to hold it back anymore, freeing his painful hard cock from his pants. It snapped up against his tummy and he threw his head back when the cold air hit his aching member.

“Boba.” This time you moaned his name on purpose and he really had to hold himself back from cumming right there and then, “I- I can't do this on my own, please.”

At this point you didn't care how desperate you sounded or if he could hear the sounds you were making. You needed something. You needed him.

The man heard you, very well, and it drove him crazy. He put his hand around his cock, slowly starting to pump it. It didn't feel good. He didn't like to masturbate in general, but with this burning need inside him and hearing you, touching yourself, it felt even worse. The urge to touch you has never been this strong, but he needed to keep it together. You only did that because you felt the pain this fruit caused, not because you were genuinely attracted to him.

Your fingers circled your clit, but it didn't feel like it was enough. Silent tears were still streaming down your face because you couldn't build up the friction you really needed. You whined in frustration.

Boba was sure he wouldn't last long if you kept making those sounds. Maker, what would he give to see you right now. Disheveled hair, your makeup probably all over your face, your hand between your legs and eyes closed. He was sure you looked like a goddess.

“Please, Boba. I need-” He had to stop you. He couldn't listen to you with that sweet, sweet voice of yours any longer.

“Alright, okay. Just do what I tell you.” The bounty hunter didn't believe what he was about to do. He has wanted you for so long and even though you weren't with him right now, he would savor every second of this.

“Just... umm...” He stopped himself and rasped his voice. He never had a problem with being talkative during sex. He actually really liked it but with you and especially in this situation, it felt different. “Bring your middle finger and your pointing finger to your clit and start rubbing it in circles. Not too fast, to build up some good pressure.” His grip around his cock tightened at the picture of you in his head.

You did as he told you and moaned, more at the words he spoke than to the actual feeling of pleasure. Never in your life have you been this turned on, not only because of the strange feeling in your body but also by the way Boba guided you through this. You could already feel the familiar heat growing in your lower stomach again. It wouldn't take long for you to finish.

He needed a moment to breath before he continued. Your moaning and whining made his dick twitch in his hand. His thumb collected the precum that already leaked and used it to start stroking himself again.

“Now use those two fingers, slide them inside of you and start fucking yourself.” His mind was clouded with pictures of you. The sounds you made rang in his ears and he wasn't able to hold his grunting back anymore.

The two of you listened to each other, touching yourselves. Both of you would lie if they said that this wasn't the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Feelings aside, the urge to feel one another and touch each other was so present and burning as never before, it was almost worse than the actual pain in your bodies.

Your back arched as you felt yourself getting close again, but you needed to hear his voice one more time. “Boba, I'm- I'm so close... I-” He was too and your words almost sent him over the edge, but he wanted to help you reach your climax first.

“It's alright, Princess. Just l- let go.” The hand around his cock sped up. His rapid pace was almost hurtful. “Imagine it’s someone else doing that to you. Imagine your fingers are someone else's, someone you wish was touching you right now.”

An incredibly loud sound left your mouth and you began to see stars. Your legs started to twitch and shake, while a loud white noise flooded your ears. Without thinking you started to scream. “You. Fuck, I wish it was you who was touching me right now, Boba.” You cummed hard. Your toes curled, your head pressing into the mattress underneath you. The hand inside of you stopped moving and started shaking, like every other part of your body.

As you laid there panting, you slowly came back to your senses. It was silent, but the pain in your body was still as present as before your orgasm. You groaned in frustration.

“It didn't help. Fuck, Boba. The pain is still there.” You whined but there was no reaction. The other side of the comlink was completely silent. Tears build themselves up and were about to escape your already burning eyes. You fucked up. You just told him you wished he would touch you.

“Shit!” You screamed and pressed your hands flat over your face. The tears started to stream down your face faster now as you started crying again. The pain and the embarrassment took over your brain, you never wanted to see him again. He would fire you, bring you back to the planet you came from and leave you there. You started sobbing and removed the hands from your face to place one of them over your mouth to muffle your pitiful cries.

You hated yourself right now. So much so that you would rather stay in this room forever than ever have to see his face again. The moment repeated itself in your head over and over again. You didn't notice when he broke the connection, but you knew that he probably did it after the last sentence you said.

New tears formed in the corner of your eyes, but before they were able to make their way down your face the door to your room got pushed open. Your head turned to the person standing in the doorway. It was Boba, wearing nothing but his black flight suit he always wore underneath his armor. You brought up your head and steadied yourself on your elbows.

“What are you-” The man was in front of you in a matter of seconds, looking down at your weak form. You slowly sat up and stared into his dark eyes.

“Was that what you said the truth?” His voice was even deeper in person. He looked exhausted, breathing unsteadily and sweating all over his face.

“Boba, I... I don't know-” One of his hands grabbed your chin roughly and tilted your head in his direction. Your heartbeat was going faster than before. It was hammering hard against your chest. You could feel it in every part of your body.

“Just tell me if you meant what you just said, or not. Because if you did, I will help you. I- I will touch you, just the way you need it, little one.” His eyes pierced into yours. His voice sounded calm but you could see that he was just as worked up as you. “And if not, I will leave you alone. I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do.”

It was almost as if you forgot how to breath. His words rang through your ears and for a second you believed you passed out and all of this was a dream. But the grip around your chin proved you wrong.

“I asked you a question.” He said in a more aggressive tone. The hand on your face tugged you slightly forward and only now you became aware of his hard erection, pressing against his pants. You swallowed loudly, looking back up into his eyes. A small smirk played around his lips.

“Like what you see?” The smirk on his face grew even wider when he saw your head nodding.

“Now tell me,” He brought his body down to yours to look directly into your face, “Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to help you get rid of the pain?”

He paused for a second and brought his face closer to yours so both of your noses were touching.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Your breathing hitched in your lungs and you felt a hot sting going through your body, going straight to your cunt. Boba drew his face away from you, just a little bit, but you already wanted to protest. Your hands rose up and grabbed his broad shoulders.

“Yes.” It was nothing more than a silent breath but the words rang in his ears as if you screamed them. “Yes, I want you to touch me and make me feel good, I- Fuck, Boba. I want you so bad.”

Without wasting another second he crushed his lips onto yours and started kissing you. The kiss was heated, fast and passionate. Teeth clenched against teeth and tongues tried their best to taste the other person. His lips were softer than you expected, they were warm and inviting. A tingling feeling made its way to your chest and you realized you never wanted this to stop.

You felt like you were in heaven and even forgot about the pain for a second, but not for long. Boba's hands were holding your face, brought it even closer to his while you did the same with your hands around his neck.

His mouth pulled away from yours as he began to wander and kiss his way down your throat. He let both of his hands slide down your body, over your breasts until he rested them at your waist. Your body arched into his touch and a whimper escaped you. The man's lips twitched into a smile, feeling proud about the reaction of your body against his touches.

With one hand on your back, he slowly started to lay you down on the bed. His body was now hovering over you and you could feel the strong heat radiating from him. Every kiss he left on your bare skin was like a small flame burning its way into your mind.

When his lips reached your cleavage he stopped and looked up to you. You looked so beautiful, a sweating, panting mess underneath him. That's everything he ever dreamed of, maybe even more.

Both of his hands ran patiently down your sides until he got to your thighs. He reached for the hem of your dress and pulled it up a little bit. His hot mouth went down your clothed body, not once breaking the eye contact.

You shivered at the sight in front of you. Every part of you felt like it was electrified and you were sure you would explode if he wouldn't start properly touching you soon.

Boba went onto his knees in front of the bed, now pulling up your dress so that the hem of it lay just above your panties. His eyes fell to the soaked green material that still covered your heat.

“Look at you. If it wasn't for the fucking fruit, I would say that you are pretty desperate for me, little one.” A wide smirk covered his face and even more heat rose into yours.

“What has the fruit to do with-” But you were cut off by the feeling of one of his thick fingers sliding in between your wet folds. Your mouth fell open in a breathless moan and your head pushed back into the white covers. Only when you heard the man in front of you humming your head came back up only to see that the finger, which was between your legs just seconds ago, was now in his mouth. His eyes found yours while he licked his finger clean, pulling it back out with a small popping sound.

“You taste fucking delicious. Better than any food anyone’s ever served me.” He smiled at you. “Even better than I've imagined.”

Your eyes widened at his words. He imagined the way you tasted? The man in front of you was about to pull down your panties, but you stopped him. He looked at you with a confused expression.

“What do you mean with 'you imagined'? Have you thought about this before? About us?” The pain was buzzing through your body, but you needed to know.

His expression softened and a small smile appeared on his face. He planted a soft kiss on your knee before talking.

“Princess, are you serious? I've dreamed about this for so long, to finally have you. To feel, taste and hear you, everything. But right now,” His lips made their way up on your inner thigh, “is not the time to talk about this. Let me soothe your pain and afterwards, we can talk about everything. I promise. Right now, I just want to taste you.”

He reached your clothed cunt and pressed a kiss on to it. His fingers reached up to the waistband of your panties. Your legs were already shaking from watching him move. You were about to tell him not to tease you when a knock on the door cut through the thick tension hanging between the both of you.

A sigh left your lungs and you fell back into the sheets underneath you. This couldn't be real. You whined, tears swelling up in your eyes again.

Boba noticed and started rubbing his hands up and down your legs. “Hey, hey. Calm down. We don't have to answer.”

It stayed silent for a while, a relieved feeling washed over your body. Boba started kissing your inner thighs again and just before he reached the spot where you needed him the most, the knock disturbed you once again.

“Kriffing hell.” The bounty hunter muttered to himself and got up. With large steps he went to the door and opened it just enough so the other person could see his face.

It was one of the maids. She looked at Boba with an apologizing look.

“I'm sorry to disturb you but our communication system received a call from your palace on Tatooine. There is a woman, called Fennec Shand and she wants to talk to you. She didn't say what it was about but she said it is urgent.”

He wanted to scream, wanted to tear down the whole palace. No, not now. His head turned into your direction. You looked at him with dove eyes, still shimmering from your previous tears. He couldn't do that now, both of you still in the middle of the reaction from this fruit. He was in pain too, but he knew it was worse for you. Turning his head he looked back at the maid.

“The woman is waiting for you.” Boba sighed. He knew it was wrong but he needed to know what Fennec thought was so urgent.

“Give me a second, I will be right there.”, he said before closing the door.

The man turned around and looked at you once more. He didn't want to go. His deepest desire, finally so close to him and his duty as the King of the Underworld keeping him away from reaching it.

“I have to go.”

“What?” Your body shot up from it's laying spot in the bed. A hand reached out to him and clutched at his sleeve. “No. No, please. You can't leave me now.”  

“I have to, but it won't take long, I promise.” Boba gabbed the back of your head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He was about to turn around, but you still didn't let go of him.

“Boba, stop. Please I- it still hurts. I can't take this anymore.” He looked at you, bringing his hand to your cheek.

“You can do it and while I'm gone you’re going to touch yourself again, you hear me? Prepare your pretty, little cunt for me and when I come back, I will give you everything you need.” Not waiting for another response from you, he freed his arm from your grip and walked out of the room.