#while my mom was in the kitchen behind me prepping dinner in full view of a photorealistic big boi spitting poison at me

[keanureevesisbae]

Summary: A slice of life of Henry and Becky

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 5k

A/N: It's official: the ending of Henry and Becky - not gonna lie, it was quite the ride and boy, did I enjoy it. From March till now, these two have taught me a lot. Writing wise, storytelling wise, sex wise, and character development wise. I hope you will like this ending of theirs 😘 I know I do!

Henry finally has the family he always wanted. His beautiful wife Becky and three lively boys: Adrien, who is ten, seven year old Lucas and little Jordan just turned four. Henry adores his family. Every weekend, he makes sure he doesn’t have any work to do, so he can take the four of them on a little trip, whether that is the zoo, the park or dinner with a view (most likely an aquarium, because the boys love to watch the fish).

It’s sweet to see how his kids are and their personalities. Adrien is a typical oldest child, very head strong and takes charges like no other. Lucas is a very happy go lucky kid, always up for something and goes into a project head first and is very very impulsive. Jordan is very timid, always hiding behind his mom’s legs whenever he finds something frightening or pushes his face into Henry’s chest, wanting to quiet down the hectic world.

After a long and draining day at the office, Henry arrives back home from work that Friday night. He hears the four of them discussing. Not the heated kind, but more a sneaky one, deciding what to make for dinner.

‘Not wanting to ruin the surprise, but I heard something about food,’ Henry says, placing his case on the floor.

‘Dad, you’re home!’ Lucas says, jumping up from the couch and wrapping his arms around Henry. No matter how long he has been gone (it can vary from a day to a week to a minute), Lucas is always happy to see him again.

Adrien gives his dad a hug as well, but like usual, Jordan has a bit of starting problems. He looks from his mom to Henry to his mom again. ‘Dad’s home,’ Becky says with a smile. ‘Want to hug him?’

Jordan slides from her lap and walks over to his dad, hugging his leg. It usually takes him a few moments before he can react to something, a trait Henry finds so endearing.

Henry scoots him up in his arms, giving him a kiss on his chubby cheek, before walking over to Becky. ‘Hi, sweetheart,’ he says. ‘I missed you.’

‘Missed you too. We were just discussing what we would make you for dinner,’ Becky says, pressing a kiss on his lips. ‘We were thinking either some pasta or some Soto soup.’

‘How about,’ Henry says, ‘the boys can help me out and you sit right here? We’ll make dinner for you.’

Adrien nods. ‘Yes, mom, you always cook. We can do it now. We’ll make pasta for you.’

‘Dad is not like uncle Greg, who always burns down the kitchen,’ Lucas says.

She smiles. ‘Okay, I’ll be right here. Jordan, what do you want to do? Help them out?’

Jordan nods. ‘Help dad,’ he whispers and Henry presses a kiss on his cheek again, before saying: ‘Okay, buddy, you can help me with stirring, okay?’

And together with his three boys, Henry walks into the kitchen.

It took them approximately nine to ten months before Becky became pregnant with Adrien. It was scary, yet exciting at the same time. Finally their new beginning started. They had already moved to a bigger place, with a backyard and tons of space for the kids, but now it was becoming even more real, with a little one on the way.

When they found out she was pregnant, Becky officially quit working at the archives and became what she always wanted: a full time author and mom.

Henry absolutely adored seeing the changes with her and her body, prepping for the arrival of the baby and giving Becky all the things her heart desires.

Becky was an amazing mother, everything came natural to her. She was kind, sweet and patient, while Henry found himself often confused and scared. But now they have three boys and he is becoming more and more secure with himself.

For ten years there always has been at least one kid around her when Henry went to work, but with Jordan going to school after this weekend, he knows it’s gonna be hard on her.

They have been bringing Jordan to Pre-K, however that’s only for two mornings a week, since he finds it very scary not to be around his mom.

He can see it’s eating Becky alive. When he looks over his shoulder, he notices her staring at the pictures. ‘Jordan,’ he says, ‘you’ve been helping me very well, but will you do me a favor?’

‘What is it?’ Jordan asks with a slight lisp.

‘Can you sit with your mom? Give her a big hug?’

He nods and after Henry lifted him off the counter, the little man walks over to his mom. ‘Momma,’ he hears Jordan say, ‘dad said I should give you a hug.’

Becky laughs. ‘Do you want to give me a hug?’

‘Always.’

She wraps her arms around his waist and gives him a kiss, lifting Jordan on her lap.

While Henry and the other boys finish up dinner, he cannot stop looking over his shoulder at the other two. Becky is listening intently to something Jordan is telling her and her soft smile is making his heart still pound after years of being together.

Jordan places his head on her chest and she wraps her arms tightly around him.

And it warms Henry’s heart to see that.

✤ ✤ ✤

The next morning, Henry wakes up before the kids do, but Becky is already up. He is quick to get out of bed as well, rushing downstairs to see his beautiful wife of more than eleven years in the kitchen, trying to get the coffee machine to work.

‘Good morning, baby girl, please, allow me to do it.’

She turns around. ‘Good morning, my knight in shining armor.’

He stands next to her, fixing the coffee machine with one hand, while he uses his other to pull her closer to him. He absolutely adores her pajama’s, that consist of pink shorts and a large shirt of his. He gives her a kiss on her cheek. ‘How did you sleep?’

‘Wonderful and I know you did as well, because you snored a little.’

‘I don’t snore,’ Henry retorts, but he knows that might not be the entire truth. He does that from time to time, especially when he’s really tired. ‘What’s the plan today?’

‘I have some work to finish,’ Becky says, ‘and Adrien has some homework. Maybe you can make sure Jordan and Lucas have something to do?’

Before he can answer to that (which is yes), the door opens and they see little Jordan standing in the doorway. ‘Momma,’ he whimpers.

‘Oh honey, what’s wrong?’ Becky asks, walking over to him, crouching down in front of him.

‘I’m scared.’

‘Why?’

‘Monday.’

‘Oh, is it because you’re going to school?’

He nods. ‘I wanted to sleep in your bed, but you and dad weren’t there.’

Henry’s heart breaks in tiny little pieces and when Becky lifts him up, she looks at him with a pout. ‘Honey, there is nothing to worry about,’ Becky says.

Jordan curls up against her chest and little sobs escape from his lips. ‘I’m scared.’

She takes a seat at the dining table, pressing a kiss on top of his head. ‘I understand that you’re scared, but there is nothing to be afraid of. Miss Sue is a lovely lady, did you know that? You already saw her a few times and on top of that, she was Adrien’s and Lucas’ kindergarten teacher and they loved her.’

‘I miss you,’ Jordan continues to say.

‘I know you will miss me,’ Becky says. ‘I’ll miss you too, but you know: going to school is a lot of fun.’

Jordan sighs, his eyes still a little heavy. Henry understands. It’s five in the morning and while he and Becky are used to getting up at this hour, the boys aren’t.

‘Why don’t you two get back in bed?’ Henry suggests. ‘I’ll bring some coffee and some apple juice up.’

As the two of them go upstairs again, he quickly gets the drinks ready and goes to the master bedroom. He sees Jordan is asleep against her chest, his cheeks still a little bit red. He slides in next to her after placing the drinks on the nightstand and smiles. ‘Did he fall asleep fast?’

‘Instantly,’ Becky says, stroking through Jordan’s soft light brown curls. ‘I worry.’

‘I know,’ he says. ‘I do too.’

‘What if school is going to be too hard on him? Life can already be too hard for him and school isn’t easy.’

‘I know,’ Henry says again. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, placing his other hand on Jordan’s back. ‘You know, it’ll all be fine,’ he says. ‘He is a trooper.’

‘He sure is, but what if he… What if he gets bullied?’

‘Darling, they loved him at Pre-K, the kids loved him there too. Jordan is an easy to love little man. It’ll go great, I just feel it in my bones.’

‘I sure hope so,’ she says. She leans against his chest. ‘Henry, I’m going to miss him so much. The house is gonna be empty without him.’ He figures that she wants to continue to speak what is pressing on her heart and he figured correctly, because she continues to say: ‘He always follows me around the house, doing what I do. When I was writing, he would grab his little toy laptop and pretend to be writing as well.’

Henry can already see it happening. While they are all mommy’s boys, Jordan really is attached to her like velcro. ‘Sweetheart,’ he whispers, ‘he is going to school every other day at first. You’ll have him here two days a week and then on the weekends as well.’

‘I know.’ She lets out a sigh and he gives her a peck on her temple. She looks up and gives him a long kiss on his lips. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, sweetheart.’

They spend their time looking at Jordan, who finally opens his eyes and smiles a little when he sees the two of them. ‘Dad,’ he says, ‘was momma worried?’

Henry smiles. ‘A little, but that’s what moms do. But don’t you worry, I comforted her.’

Jordan gives her a kiss, before climbing on top of Henry. ‘I love you,’ he whispers softly, almost like he is afraid of Henry hearing his little declaration of love.

‘I love you too,’ Henry says, wrapping his arms around Jordan. ‘What do you want to do today?’

Jordan shrugs. ‘I want to do a puzzle.’

‘You want a new one?’ Henry asks.

‘Maybe.’ Jordan giggles, before admitting: ‘Yes, please.’

✤ ✤ ✤

After telling the boys they’re going to the zoo tomorrow, Henry takes Lucas and Jordan to the store and buys them a few things. Jordan got his puzzle, Lucas got a new soccer ball and Adrien a science game he has been eyeing for a while.

‘I can’t wait to go to the zoo,’ Lucas says. ‘So I can finally show Adrien I’m better on the monkey bars.’

Henry laughs. ‘You sure? Adrien is pretty good.’

‘Lucas is better,’ Jordan says.

‘Thank you.’ Lucas holds out his hand for a high five and Jordan obliges. The three of them walk into the house and he hears some arguing.

‘Go to your rooms, okay?’ Henry says, but it isn’t much of a question. Lucas grabs Jordan’s hand and helps him upstairs, while Henry walks into the living room.

‘You always do it wrong,’ Adrien says. ‘You’re useless.’

Henry’s eyes fall on Becky, who sits on the chair, looking at Adrien, but doesn’t say anything.

‘Why do you even bother to help me out?’

‘Excuse me,’ Henry says, before Becky can even answer, ‘is this how you talk to your mother?’

‘Henry,’ Becky says, in an oddly calm tone, ‘don’t you worry. It’s okay.’

Henry doesn’t think so. ‘You cannot possibly think that you can talk to your mom like that.’ His voice is loud, almost with mean streak in it. He has never been like this before, but also: his kids have never spoken to any one of them like this before.

‘Dad, listen—’

But Henry isn’t having any of it. He barely knows what he is saying, but he is angry and blood boiling mad. Never was he in a situation like this, except for the times when it was Henry’s own dad in front of him.

It should stop him, but it doesn’t. No, he continues, scolding Adrien about his poor behavior and finally Becky stands up from her chair and stops in front of him. ‘Henry, please stop,’ she says in a soft tone. ‘He understood.’

And then his eyes finally see clearly again. He sees his boy, his first born, with wide eyes and tears burning in them. Without saying anything, Henry marches out of the room and closes the door.

Fuck, he screwed up big time.

‘Mom, did dad mean that?’ Adrien asks his mom from behind the door.

‘No,’ she says, ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Is he mad at me?’

‘You know, sweetheart, I think he is more mad at himself.’

Henry walks up the stairs and hides in his home office. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There is so much wrong with what he just said.

Never did he raise his voice at his kids. Both him and Becky are very patient parents, they don’t need to raise their voice. Their calmness is what works best with their three sons.

But now…

He did the exact thing he promised himself never to do again. He remembers seeing the little boy for the first time, their first born kid. Adrien was so fragile, so perfect.

Henry slams his fist on the desk, but before he can do anymore damage, Becky walks in. ‘Okay, talk to me,’ she says, closing the door behind her. ‘What happened there?’

‘I don’t know,’ he says, rubbing his face. ‘Shit, fuck, I went too far.’

‘You did,’ she agrees, sitting on his desk, as he sits down on his seat. ‘That’s okay, sweetheart, stuff like this happens.’

‘It never happened to you,’ he says.

‘I know, but I made tons of other mistakes. It’ll all be fine.’

‘Adrien hates me.’

She smiles. ‘No, honey, he doesn’t. He could never. You went a little too far, but that’s it.’

Henry places his hands on the sides of her thighs and leans his head on her legs. ‘Now what?’

She runs her fingers through his hair. ‘Sweetheart, it’s okay.’

‘It’s not.’

‘You just cool down, go to him and apologize.’ She holds his face in her hands and gives him a kiss. ‘He understood he was wrong,’ Becky continues. ‘It’s not that bad what he did. But I’ll let you two figure it out. Adrien is in his room, I’ll go check up on Lucas and Jordan.’

After Becky leaves his office, it takes him about five minutes before he realizes he truly needs to apologize. He hears Becky talking to Lucas and Jordan and when he walks towards Adrien’s room, he takes a deep breath. He can do it.

He knocks on the door and hears a soft: ‘Come in.’

Adrien is pacing through his own room and blinks his eyes fast when he sees Henry. Shit, that should’ve never be the case. Never should his kids look this scared when seeing him.

‘Hey buddy,’ he says to Adrien, ‘can we talk?’

‘Sure.’

Henry takes a seat on his bed and Adrien plops down on his windowsill. ‘Listen, kid, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was outta line.’

Adrien shrugs. ‘Well, you were right. I shouldn’t have spoken to mom like that.’

‘Why did you do it?’

‘I got frustrated,’ he says, ‘calculus was hard, I didn’t understand her immediately.’

‘I see,’ Henry mumbles. ‘Listen, I shouldn’t have reacted like this and for that I apologize.’

‘I know that, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have spoken to mom like that. I’ll tell her in a minute.’

‘She already knows, but good for you. Proud of you, kid. We good again?’

‘We always good,’ Adrien says. He stands up and sits next to him, wrapping his arms around his dad. ‘I love you, dad.’

‘Love you too, kid. Forever and ever.’

✤ ✤ ✤

✤ ✤ ✤

After they spend that Sunday in the zoo, they all know it’s time for Jordan to go to school that Monday. Monday morning is also time for the other boys to hype up their youngest brother, because they know how he can get. They see Jordan is worried, so they try their best to make sure he has nothing to be afraid of.

But it’s barely working, because when Henry and Becky walk little Jordan to his class after saying goodbye to his brothers, he has a pout no one can say no to. Despite having done this two times before, it almost hits different now, especially because Jordan is their youngest and there isn’t gonna be a kid at home.

Maybe it’s the reason Henry took a day off, so he could be there for his wife. He did that when the other boys went to school for the first time as well, now shouldn’t be an exception. He just knows that now more than ever, Becky needs him back at home.

‘Okay, honey, honey, honey,’ Becky says, crouching down so she’s at the same eye level as Jordan, ‘it’s all okay.’

‘I don’t want you to go,’ he hiccups, tears staining his cheeks.

Becky is actually at a loss for words, so Henry crouches down near her, placing his hand on Jordan’s arm. ‘Listen, buddy, I get that you’re scared, but there is nothing to be afraid of. You spend some time with the other kids, you listen to your teacher and then mom and dad will pick you up.’

Jordan becomes a little bit calmer, as Becky dries his cheeks. ‘You’re a brave kid, sweetheart. It’ll go well.’

He nods. ‘I’m brave.’

‘Yes, you are,’ Henry says. ‘You’ll make friends, I know that for sure.’

A little boy walks over to Jordan. He seems a little bit older than Jordan and from the looks of it, he is totally at peace here in the classroom. ‘Why are you crying?’ he asks.

‘I’m scared,’ Jordan admits.

The boy nods. ‘I get it. I was scared too on my first day. I’m Kevin. Wanna be friends?’

If only live was this easy later on.

Jordan nods. ‘Yes.’ He gives his parents a big kiss, before walking off with Kevin. Henry slowly manages to drag away Becky from the class and once they are in the car, she starts to sniffle.

He was kinda waiting for that. He knows that this is extremely hard on her. It’s hard on him too, but there is this thing between the bond of mother and child, something he can only try to understand. ‘It’s okay,’ Henry says.

‘I’m going to do this every day for at least a month, so I’m sorry in advance.’

‘It’s okay. Jordan is going to school now, meaning the kids are really growing up.’

‘I know,’ she whimpers, ‘but he is my baby.’ She places her hand over her face, hiding all the things she is feeling now.

Henry places his hand in the back of her neck. ‘Darling, darling,’ he says, ‘how about we go home, I make you some tea and we’ll talk about it, okay?’

She nods. ‘Yes, sure.’

By the time they arrive home, she’s still sad, but the cries has stopped, thankfully. As Henry makes some tea for the two of them, he has one arm wrapped around her body, pressing kisses on top of her head. ‘Tell me, darling, what’s the problem?’ he asks, once they are seated on the couch.

Becky curls up next to him, holding his hand in hers as she plays with his wedding band. ‘It’s stupid.’

‘It could never be stupid,’ he retorts immediately.

‘It’ just that I feel less like a mom now,’ she says in a soft tone. ‘Mostly because I don’t have kids around me the entire time anymore and— Shit, this is stupid, I told you.’

‘No, it’s not stupid. I get it.’ He squeezes her fingers. ‘Listen, I’ve been putting this conversation off for a while now, because I don’t want to force or rush you in any way. You always said to me that you wanted an even number of kids.’

She nods. ‘I did. Why didn’t you want to rush me?’

‘Well, Jordan ended up being an emergency c-section. I saw how out you were after it.’

She smiles. ‘Oh, you love me,’ she chuckles. ‘It’s sweet that you did that.’

He pushes up her shirt and places his heavy hand on her back, her warm skin against his hand palm. ‘So just a question,’ he says. ‘Do you want another one?’

She nods. ‘With you? Of course. I’d love to have another kid.’

He gives her a kiss. ‘Wanna start now?’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry can’t get over the fact that she is still wearing her tank top, not wanting to show him everything. ‘Stop,’ she whispers, pushing his hand away from underneath her top.

‘Why, baby?’

‘It’s ugly and I hate it.’

It makes sense now. He usually sneaked into the shower with her, warm water embracing the both of them, but she hasn’t let him in for so long. She gets dressed out of his sight, she gently pushes his hands from her body when he apparently is overstepping.

Years he could touch her and now he is hesitant, something he never thought would happen.

‘Why do you hate it?’ Henry asks.

‘Because the boys took a toll on my body. While you continue to look like perfection, I’m not the same anymore.’

He sighs. ‘It’s not necessary,’ he says, ‘to worry about that. You are still absolutely beautiful. When we got married, I promised you to always love you and take care of you and I am dead set on fulfilling that promise. Allow me baby, to show you how much I love you.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Ten months later

A lot has changed. After deciding they wanted to have their fourth child, they conceived pretty quickly. When Becky told her two best friends Genevieve and Viola about it, it turned out they were pregnant as well. Three months ago, Genevieve gave birth to a little boy named Jimmy and Viola had twin girls two months ago, Sophia and Sharon.

Seeing both Greg and Noah so careful with their newly born kids, made Henry realize how much he has learned over the course of these years. He now stays calm, doesn’t freak out and because the other guys not as cool as collected yet, he has spend quite some time with them, helping them out with the kids.

And now, it was their turn. After three days of labor, Becky holds their little baby boy in her arms, their newest addition to their family. Henry wraps an arm around her shoulders, when he sits next to her on the bed. He looks just like Lucas when he was born.

‘You know,’ Henry says, ‘I’ll forever be amazed by you. You are wonderful, more than wonderful even.’

Becky places her head against his shoulder and smiles. ‘Thanks for being here,’ she says. ‘Will the boys be here soon?’

‘Greg is bringing them right this second. I’m picking them up in a minute.’

‘I’m officially a boy mom,’ she chuckles. ‘I mean, I already was, but I kinda suspected this one was gonna be a girl.’ Becky stares at the little baby. ‘But I love him dearly.’

Henry gives her a kiss and walks over to the door, goes downstairs with the elevator and sees his three boys, Jordan securely standing in between Lucas and Adrien. The oldest two rush towards him and give him a hug. ‘Dad, can we see him now?’

‘Yes, you can.’ He looks over at Greg. ‘Thanks for watching them. I hope they weren’t too much?’ Henry carefully asks.

‘They were angels,’ Greg admits. ‘Think these kids were more of a help to Gen, then I was. Can tell this wasn’t Adrien’s first rodeo. So thank you for letting them stay over.’

They all say goodbye to Greg and walk upstairs. ‘Listen,’ he says to the boys, Jordan balancing on his hip, ‘mom is very tired and the baby is very small and asleep, so the three of you need to be very quiet.’

‘Will do,’ Adrien says, who has already done this two more times and knows the drill.

Lucas holds Henry’s hand and the four of them quietly tiptoe into the room. ‘Hi mom,’ Adrien says, carefully sitting on the bed with Becky, looking at the wrapped bundle of joy in her arms.

‘Wow, he is tiny,’ Lucas says, sitting next to Adrien.

Henry lifts up Jordan, placing him on the other side of the bed next to his mom. ‘What do you think, buddy?’

Jordan smiles. ‘Cool. I’m a brother now.’

‘A big brother even,’ Becky says.

‘You okay, mom?’ Adrien asks, placing his head against her upper arm.

‘I’m fine, just tired, so you three wouldn’t mind helping out dad a lot, would you?’

The boys shake their heads. ‘What’s his name?’ Lucas says.

‘Well, you know, when Jordan was born, there were two names we were thinking about. Jordan and another name.’

‘Did you name him the other name?’

Henry nods. ‘This is Dominic Cavill.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Six years later

‘Congratulations, honey,’ Becky says, wrapping her arms around Adrien, who just earned his driver’s license. She gives him a kiss on his cheek, before saying: ‘Oh, wait, that’s not cool. Sorry.’

Adrien smirks. ‘It’s okay mom, you could never embarrass me.’ He gives her another hug, causing Henry to smile at the sight. ‘It’s just weird. I can drive now.’

‘You wanna drive me to my friend tonight?’ Lucas asks, who is now thirteen years old and has even more energy than he had before.

Adrien sticks out his tongue. ‘Very funny.’

‘Well, I want you to drive me to my soccer practice,’ Jordan says. ‘Show everyone I’ve got the coolest brother.’

‘Okay, I might actually do that. You got some cute girls in the older group, so I might impress them.’ Adrien bumps Jordan’s shoulder. ‘So, Dom, what do you think? Do I look cool behind the wheel?’

Dominic nods, leaning his head against Becky’s leg. ‘You do.’

‘Well, guess this is a right moment for this,’ Henry says, rummaging his pocket for the set of keys. ‘Here you go, kid.’ He throws the keys towards Adrien, who—captain of the basketball team—catches it easily.

‘Is this what I think it is?’ he asks, his eyes enlarged with a smile of happiness plastered on his face.

‘Go find it. It’s parked in the lot. You’ll probably find it instantly, because your mom parked it.’

‘Shut your face,’ Becky says, pinching his side. After Adrien was a year old, Becky decided that it was time to learn how to drive. It was a hassle: took her around a year and a half, but now she is a master behind the wheel.

Parking is just not quite her forte.

‘Wow, thanks dad.’ Adrien gives Henry a tight hug and together with his three brothers (while keeping an eye out on them), he walks over to the parking lot.

‘My boy is growing,’ Becky mumbles, holding Henry’s hand in hers, as they stroll behind them. ‘We did well with him, didn’t we?’

‘We did excellent. With all of them.’

‘Wow, dad, this is absolutely amazing!’ Adrien says, walking around the car, his brothers following him closely. ‘Thank you, I don’t know how to thank you enough for it.’

‘Just make sure you don’t wreck the car, then we’ll be alright.’

‘We don’t want to scrap you or anyone from this vehicle,’ Becky says, placing her hands over Dominic’s ears. ‘Okay?’

‘Yes, mom,’ Adrien says with a smile. ‘How about I bring the boys back home?’

Henry looks at his watch, seeing it’s not at a time that it’s too busy on the road. ‘Sure, just grab the seat from our car and you’ll be fine.’

Adrien swiftly grabs Dominic from their car and places it into the backseat. ‘Okay, ready to go?’

‘Yes!’ the boys yell and quickly give their mom a kiss and their dad a cool boy hand shake. They all step in, Adrien helping Dominic in his car seat and Henry and Becky stare at the car as Adrien drives off.

‘I’m not worrying,’ Becky says.

‘You are, darling, however there is nothing for you to worry about. Adrien is a responsible young fellow—obviously taking after his dad—and the kids will be fine.’

While there was nothing to worry about, Becky did worry the entire way back and she also didn’t like sitting at home, glancing out of the window, hoping to see the car arrive.

Henry stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss on her temple. ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too,’ she says. ‘And they have been gone for a long time now and I think something happened to them. Oh no, what if they— Oh, thank the heavens, there they are!’ She wants to wiggle out of his arms, but Henry is stronger, whispering a: ‘Let them.’

It’s hard, but she does let them. They witness all of the boys getting out of the car, Adrien holding Dominic’s hand and his happy meal box, as the other boys step out of the car as well. Lucas wraps his arm around Jordan, obviously joking around, as the two laugh loudly.

‘We did well,’ Becky says.

‘We did splendid, darling and I would never ever would’ve wanted it with someone else,’ Henry says, pressing a kiss on her lips. ‘Because you, my love, are the heart of the home.’

✤ ✤ ✤

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The Roommate (Clark Kent x Reader One Shot)

Summary: (Y/n) has a close friend she’s known since college come over to the apartment she now shares with Clark. Clark is out for most of the day and is quite surprised when he gets home in the evening.

Pairing: Clark Kent x (Y/n)

Warnings: (Y/n) is gonna have a rough day, so this is going to be really heavy on the self doubt. She may come across as whiney, and Clark may be too pushy (I don’t mean for them to come off this way). This is going to be super fluffy and likely overly sweet. Also, this isn’t proofread, so any typos/errors are on me.

A/N: It’s been a long week, and I wanted some fluffy, cuddly feels with Clark. Here’s the product of my week. Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1163

Clark enters the apartment, expecting to smell something related to dinner. It’s nearly six, after all. (Y/n) usually waits for him before eating dinner, whether she cooks or orders takeout. 

But he doesn’t smell either, so he pokes his head into the kitchen. There are dishes around the sink and in it, too. The stove hasn’t been wiped down, but whatever leftovers remained seem to have been put into the fridge. 

He walks past the kitchen and into the living room, dropping his keys in the bowl by the coat hooks. He drops his work bag on the floor so it leans against the wall under where his coat will be, then shrugs off his coat and hangs it up. Before walking away, he slips his shoes off and leaves them by his bag.

When he pokes his head into the living room, he sees (Y/n) curled up on the couch, leaning on the arm. He’s quiet and careful in his approach.

“Hey,” he murmurs as he takes a seat on the cushion beside her, sitting so he’s facing her.

She doesn’t look in his direction.

“How was lunch today?”

She shrugs, sniffling quietly in the hopes he won’t hear.

He gently rests his hand on her knee. His touch makes a warmth spread through her, even through the jeans she’s wearing.

“What happened?” he asks in a soft voice.

She shakes her head quickly, latching onto his hand. Tears well up in her eyes, and she turns further from him in an attempt to keep them from his view.

His heart aches at her reaction, but he refrains from pushing further. He remains still and gives her the space she needs. The room falls rather still and is silent apart from the noises she makes.

After several moments, she turns and leans on him, burying her face in his chest. He wraps his arm around her waist and gently holds her close. It’s only a few seconds before he feels tears soak his dress shirt, so he begins rubbing her back and rests his chin on top of her head. Her breaths tremble, but she clings to him all the more, tightly gripping the sides of his shirt.

“Am I a bad friend?” she asks, her voice strained and full of the evidence of her tears.

He pulls away slightly, tenderly lifting her head so she looks him in the eyes. Her cheeks are drenched in tears, and he wipes them away with a feather-light swipe of his thumb.

“Absolutely not,” he assures her. “Why would you say that?”

Her gaze falls, and her hand comes up to loosely grasp his wrist.

“(Y/n), I know you do so much for people, not to mention your friends,” Clark states. “You give so much of yourself to them because you want to lift people up.”

She shakes her head, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. “It’s not good enough...”

“For who? Who would make you think you’re not doing enough?”

She shakes her head, again hiding her face in his chest.

He sighs quietly and squeezes her a little tighter. “Please? If you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

She doesn’t respond verbally, only further nestling into his embrace.

“Are you hungry?”

She shakes her head no.

He takes that as his cue to leave her be for the moment, and the room falls silent as he gives her the time she needs to regain control of her thoughts. 

“Bea came over for lunch,” (Y/n) says quietly, her voice hardly above a whisper.

“Yeah?” Clark encourages.

“She got here earlier than I had anticipated, and lunch wasn’t ready yet because I had slept through my alarms, and-”

“It’s all right, just take a deep breath.”

She take in a deep breath then lets it out. Clark looks down at her, waiting for her to continue.

He brushes some hair away from her face, drawing her eyes up to his. “What else happened?”

“I thought it’d be a nice catch up, but...” Her voice drifts off, and so does her gaze. She closes her eyes as her lip trembles, trying to control the way her breaths want to rush through her. “But she kept nit-picking everything, like nothing I had done or could do would’ve been enough to satisfy her.”

“Did she at least enjoy the lunch you made?”

(Y/n) shrugs, sitting back a bit. This allows Clark to see her face, even if it’s only part of it since she’s staring down at his chest.

“It seemed like it,” (Y/n) answers then looks up at him. “I’m just glad you talked me into doing most of the prep work last night. If it weren’t for you, things would’ve been more of a disaster.”

He smiles a little. “I’m happy to help, darlin’.”

There’s a beat of silence, and her eyes wander the room behind him.

“It felt like I was in college all over again,” (Y/n) mumbles.

“What do you mean?” Clark inquires.

“When we lived together, it was like this all the time.”

“She would make you feel like you weren’t being a good friend the whole time you lived with her?”

“Yeah, I thought there was something I could do that would show her that we were friends and that I cared about her. Maybe that would’ve made her see that I was at least trying.”

“Is that why you’re always trying to take care of things around the apartment?”

(Y/n) looks up at him with wide eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. Clark can hear the increase in her heart rate, so he waits for her to answer rather than pushing her for an explanation.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Clark’s gaze wanders from her as his thoughts take off with what he can do. As he thinks, she fiddles with the buttons on his dress shirt.

“How about a trip this weekend?” he suggests, his gaze returning to her.

She raises an eyebrow. “To where?”

“My mom’s. I think you could use a break from being in the city, and some home cooking would cheer you up.”

“I don’t want to impose on your mom. She probably already has plans or has things she needs to take care of.”

Clark chuckles, shifting in the seat and pulling (Y/n) to sit on his lap. “Yeah, and she’ll probably send me off doing those things. She wouldn’t mind seeing us.”

“She does make really good apple pie...”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll call her and let her know we’ll be over tomorrow while you go to the kitchen and pick out where we’re ordering dinner from.”

“But-”

“No but’s.” He pecks her lips as he rises to his feet, bringing her with him. “Just trust me.”

Before he walks off, he pecks her lips again. She stares for a second too long as he disappears into their room.

#chloewritesfandoms #clark kent #superman #henry cavill #x reader #kal el #fluff #bit of angst #feels #dc comics

[couvers]

4 & 9 for the dialogue prompts with percabeth !! any time period works<3

4. “Stop laughing.”

9. “This is your fault.”

It had been Percy's idea. He should have known it was a bad one, though he wasn't quite sure he could completely call it bad. His bad idea had resulted in uninterrupted Annabeth time, which alone should have made it a good idea.

That time had become increasingly difficult to come by since graduation, between Percy's intensive training schedule and Annabeth focusing on getting Piper through the breakup. Sometimes, lately, it felt like they were living worlds apart. Percy didn't begrudge Annabeth the fact they had less time for each other, especially since it was mostly because of him and she'd already taken the entire summer off just for sake of being around to support him, and he knew they'd get through it once his competition season ended, but he really did miss her.

Relationships were a two way street, though, and Percy wasn't about to let a pesky thing like always being sore and exhausted get in the way of his making an effort, because Annabeth had made a massive effort the last few weeks – basically living at his beck and call even while also balancing Piper’s needs; waking up to see him off every morning even on the mornings she was exhausted from having her sleep interrupted by Piper’s nightmares; doing chores for both of them while he trained so he didn't have to worry about anything when he got home at night.

On his way home the Friday before he and Annabeth would be leaving for Omaha, Percy had the perfect opportunity to make that effort, because Piper intended to stay at work late making up for what she’d missed after her emergency trip to Malibu. Percy also knew Annabeth was still a little shaken from Luke’s surprise visit the night before, no matter how hard she tried to put up a strong front. Hell, he was still shaken over that visit. They both needed this time alone together.

Confident in his plan, Percy stopped at the store to pick up a few things he knew they didn't have at the apartment, but would need. Getting Annabeth and Piper’s pantry in working order had been a massive task over the last few months, a constant work in progress that had him at the store more often than should ever be necessary. It didn't take long, though, and soon he stepped through the front door to discover her sprawled out on the couch, looking like an absolute vision in his NYU Swimming hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Before Annabeth could even get the question out, Percy held up his bag from the store and said, “Let’s bake cookies.”

“I don’t feel like burning the apartment down tonight,” Annabeth replied, staring at his bag in much the same way someone would look at an active bomb timer. She wasn’t too far off the mark, honestly.

“I will make sure you don’t burn anything down,” he assured her, kicking off his shoes and dropping his duffle bag by the door. Piper was probably going to yell at him for it when she got home, but that was a problem for later. Hopefully by then they would have cookies to placate her.

When Annabeth continued to stare at him and the bag with plain disdain, he lifted it again, shook it, and curled his bottom lip into an exaggerated pout. “Please?”

“That’s never worked when Piper’s tried it on me and it’s not going to work when you do it, either,” she said, but it was a lie. He’d seen Piper’s pitiful expressions work on her before and he could see her resolve wavering right there on the couch, too. A second later she groaned and set her phone on the coffee table. “Fine.”

Her mood improved quickly once they were in the kitchen. There were countless excuses to touch her, which Percy had been counting on, and Annabeth didn’t mind him wrapping his arms around her from behind and directing her hands as she measured ingredients based on the recipe from his mom on his phone. About halfway through preparing the dough she got overheated and peeled off her (his) sweater, and Percy had the added bonus of enjoying the view of her in nothing more than a dark blue camisole instead. He seriously loved his girlfriend in blue, and it matched perfectly with the shade their hands turned when they added a few drops of food coloring to the dough at the end of the prep process.

Once the first batch had been put in the oven, Annabeth and her blue hands started munching on leftover chocolate chips, tossing the occasional chip in Percy’s direction to catch in his mouth. Most of them landed on the floor, so he decided to give up on the game. Instead he crossed to where she leaned against the counter. Percy used his blue hands to lift her onto the counter and they wasted the last few minutes of bake time enjoying the hint of chocolate on each other’s lips instead.

“No, forget about them,” Annabeth whined when he pulled away at the sound of their timer going off.

“That’s how you burn the apartment down, Beth,” he replied with a throaty chuckle, though he wasn’t too happy about the interruption, either. She stuck her tongue out at him.

Percy placed the first batch on the cooling rack and slipped the second batch into the oven, not at all surprised that Annabeth remained seated on the counter behind him, just watching. Her arms were around him instantly when he returned to her, and this time they spent the whole eight minutes of bake time on hungry lips, teasing tongues, and wandering blue hands. For the first time in his almost twenty-three years of life, Percy felt like cookies baked too fast. He definitely wasn’t ready to pull away from her again when the timer went off a second time.

“Can we try them yet?” she asked, once he’d set the second batch to cool, still watching from the counter.

“An hour ago you didn’t even want to do this,” Percy reminded her, testing one of the cookies from the first batch with his finger to make sure it had cooled enough. In his eyes, the cookies looked just about perfect. Sally Jackson would be proud, and he had half a mind to take a picture and send it to her. They had talked at length about the sorry state of Annabeth’s kitchen experience.

Annabeth nodded, not even bothering to deny the truth, and kicked her heels against the cabinet beneath her. “But I did do it, so now I deserve to reap the rewards of my hard work.”

“Your hard work? I did most of the work here,” he objected, though he picked up two cookies and came to stand between her dangling legs. This time there would be no timer to call him away, and he definitely looked forward to enjoying the taste of their cookies on her mouth.

“My hands are blue,” she told him, snapping one of the cookies out of his hand. “I earned this.”

“Don’t worry, I’m an expert at washing food coloring off skin,” Percy replied, smiling when she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. Neither of them bothered to say another word before biting into their cookies.

He really wished he had not bitten into that cookie. Overpowering just about every other flavor was salt. Just salt. Like the whole cookie was salt and nothing else, not even chocolate chips. Both of them choked on their bites, faces scrunching up in twin expressions of disgust. Percy had time to run to the trash to spit it out, but Annabeth had to spit the thing straight into her hand. As she slipped off the counter to dump her handful of half chewed cookie in the trash, Percy went to the fridge for a bottle of water and guzzled half of it down.

Annabeth immediately reached for the bottle as soon as he’d finished taking his first drink, following his example, and it was then Percy burst into laughter. She shoved his shoulder gently as swished a little water around in her mouth and he laughed harder. “Stop laughing!”

“What did you do?” he asked, getting another shove when he continued to laugh.

“Me?” she replied, pointing to herself and shaking her head. “This is your fault.”

“You were the one who measured everything out.”

“You were supposed to be watching me so this wouldn’t happen – and stop laughing.”

Percy couldn’t have stopped laughing if he wanted to, and he kind of didn’t even want to. “I just don’t understand how you got so much salt in them.”

Her eye twitched, the adorable and sexy little twitch that had entranced him the first time they’d spoken months before and had only become more endearing with time. Annabeth tossed the emptied plastic bottle at him and turned on her heel to storm away. “This is why I didn’t even want to make the stupid cookies!”

“Beth, wait,” Percy called after her, easily catching up to her two step head start. He slipped his arms around her waist from behind and held tight, her halfhearted struggle to escape no use and only making him laugh more. “I’ll bake another batch for you. You can just sit and watch from the counter.”

“It’s too late,” she grumbled. “You ruined cookies.”

“I’ll make dinner, too,” he continued, leaning down to press his lips against her neck. The first time he’d made her eye twitch like that, he’d had to walk away. Now when he did it – and he did it pretty often – he got to enjoy the process of appeasing her, and the exceptionally good mood that always followed.

Annabeth considered his offer carefully, tilting her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck in the meantime, which he took full advantage of. “On one condition,” she decided.

“What’s that?” Percy asked against her skin, a smile pulling at his lips.

“You have to wear your apron,” Annabeth said firmly.

His smile grew a little wider. “That’s not much of a condition.”

“Only your apron,” she amended, her voice smug and taunting, a challenge to test his resolve. It seemed they’d transitioned from eye twitching mad to exceptionally good mood unusually fast that evening.

God, did he love her.

#this turned out like twice as long as i want these to be generally #but since it's two prompts in one... i'll use that as an excuse #set the day before piper's dumb ass gets arrested (between chapters 93 & 94) #apt 305 #my writing #dialouge prompt

[superpuppies]

Week 5/27 – 6/02/20

The Engagement Dinner part 1

Merton and Tommy are Back at it again. As almost always with these boys once they got started, they went on a lot longer then I had planned for them to.

This story takes place after The Graveyard & Wedding Errands but before a Night of in Domestication.

Tommy & Merton return to Pleasantville for a celebration dinner with the Dawkins family. While Merton still struggles with how excepting they have been to the whole idea. His worries show themselves in ways that soon have Tommy concerned he might be pushing things to fast.

This story contains sex, so now you know.

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Dialogue Prompt: “Unless is screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.”

“Well, you better not mess this up.”

                 “Merton, did you call your mom back and ask her if she wants to come out and help with stuff?” Tommy asked putting away the groaseries he had just brought in.

               “Mmhmm.” Merton hummed still scrolling through the event hall website.

               “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tommy glanced over at Merton.

               “It means I called her back.”

               “Bu-t?”

               “but I didn’t ask her if she wants to help with the wedding.”

               “Why not?”

               “Because, she won’t want too.”

               “What are you talking about of course she wants to. I can’t get mine to stop pestering me about it no matter how many times I tell her it’s your thing.”

               Merton’s mouth turned down sharply, “It’s our thing,” Merton shot him a quick sharp glance, “you’re the one who asked me.”

               “I know it is, you’re just so much better at this stuff.”

               “Okay, sure.”

               “So, ask your mom, I’m sure she wants to do something for the wedding. Hopefully it’s the only one your going to have.” Merton smirked as Tommy came closer to the table. “Besides if you don’t ask her to help, she’ll feel left out once she arrives at the actual wedding.” Merton frowned, locking his eyes onto his laptop screen.  “Merton?” Merton made appoint of not looking at Tommy. “Merton, they do know we’re engaged?” Merton’s gaze fell to his hands as he began chewing the inner corner of his lip. “Merton?” Tommy dropped into the chair across from Merton.

               Merton dropped his head to his shoulders, “They don’t even know we’re dating.”

               “Wha?”

               “I mean they know about me but they don’t know about us, you.”

               “why haven’t you told them? I thought you had.” Merton’s head sank down farther. “They do know we’re living together, right? What did they thing happened when we both moved to the same town?”

               “Probably not a lot, I mean they knew I had gotten a job before I came here. And if they had thought anything of it, it was probably just that I’m an obsessive fanboy and you have never entertained the thought that I love you.”

               “Merton,”

               “Just because your family thought we were dating long before we were and excepted the idea of it doesn’t mean mine will or does.”

               “What does that,”

               “It’s fine, they’ve never been my biggest fans.”

               Tommy brushed his fingers over Merton’s hand, clearly now wasn’t the time to press the issue. “You know we’re going to have to tell them eventually.”

               “I know, but after. Then they can’t stop us.” Merton weaves his fingers with Tommy’s giving him a small smile.

               “If you’re sure.”  Merton nodded tightening his hold on Tommy. Tommy leaned across the table a pissed Merton’s temple.

                 Three days later Merton sat I his office going through emails when a text from Tommy came in.

               You have a three-day weekend this week, right?

               Yes, why?

               Mom, wants us to come back for a dinner and some wedding stuff.

               What? Why doesn’t she come here then?

               She can’t get away from work but you and I can.

               Fine, I’ll book the tickets.

               No worries, I’m doing it now, just wanted to be sure.

               Fine *slanted eyed skull emoji*

               *chuckle emoji* get back to work

                 That Friday night Merton found himself falling asleep against a plane window. Tommy rubbing the back of his neck. The Dawkins greeted them warmly, bustling them into the car with hugs. Merton flinched slightly at the warm contact, realizing that this was the first time he had seen them since knowing that they knew about he and Tommy. It still felt weird that they were so comfortable with the idea of their relationship but the Dawkins were kind and clearly excited about the coming wedding.

                Once back in the Dawkins house and after a light dinner Tommy and Merton retired to the alien familiarity of Tommy’s old bedroom. As Merton changed into his sleepwear, he realized that this would be the first time they shared Tommy’s bed. Since they became a couple, they had always ended up in Merton’s or a hotel’s. Merton slide quietly under the covers taking time to feel as much of the sheets as he could. “What are you thinking about?” Tommy asked watching Merton rub the sheet between his fingers.

               “I’ve never been un your bed before.” Merton mumbled into the pillow before taking a deep inhale.

                Is that true? Tommy knitted his brows together settling o to the bed behind Merton, he supposed it was. After they had become a couple, he had practically moved into Merton’s room at the old apartment

               “It still smells like you.”

               Tommy smiled wrapping his arms around Merton’s waist. “I like the way our bed smells.” Placing a small kiss to the base of Merton’s neck.

               Merton rolled over and curled against Tommy’s chest. “Night.

               “Night.”

                 Merton woke alone to a cold bed, he got up and dressed before opening the door. He could hear Tommy downstairs talking with his parents as he headed for the bathroom. Once finished with his morning routine he headed the front door close while he headed for the kitchen. “morning,” he greeted Tommy and Mrs. Dawkins.

               “good morning.” Mrs. Dawkins smiled at him, sipping from her coffee.

               “Moring Merton.” Tommy kissed his temple, Merton glanced down shyly. While he was becoming more comfortable with public displays of affection and Tommy’s family seemed fine with them, he still felt uneasy doing anything Infront of Tommy’s mother. “I’m goanna hit the shower, I’m all sweaty from my run. Get something to eat.” Tommy said pulling away and heading for the stairs.

               “Did you sleep alright?” Mrs. Dawkins asked.

               “Yes, thank you.” God, why does he feel so out of place. Merton wanted to shake his head and scream in an attempt to clear this feeling from himself, but he didn’t instead he stood there unsure what exactly to do with himself.

               “help yourself to whatever you like, I have to be heading back to the station soon to prep for the midday news. So, you and Tommy will have the day to yourselves but you both have to be back and dressed for dinner tonight at seven. Then tomorrow I’m stealing you both so we can go over some of your ideas for the wedding.”

               “Okay, seven.”

               “yep, seven. Dress nice.” She put her cup in the sink.  “It’s goanna be fun.” She picked up her purse and patted his shoulder. Merton gave her a quick shy smile as she headed for the door.

               Scrounging around the cubbareds Merton finally settled on a bowel of Coco pebbles. Sitting at the counter he eats watching the fresh pot of coffee drip to full. He heard the soft sound of the Livingroom TV click to life and knew that Dean was now awake.

               Once the coffee pot was full Merton stretched across the countertop and poured himself a cup. Still stretched across the counter he took a deep inhale and smirked before his first sip. A hand settled on his hip and slid up under his shirt, Merton squeaked, nearly dropping his cup. He managed to spill half of it over the counter top.

               “It’s me.” Tommy chuckles, stretching over Merton’s back.

               “Yesh, Tommy!” Merton glared over his shoulder a Tommy while reaching for a towel.

               “Who did you think it was?” Tommy’s chest was bouncing from his chuckles and still damp from the shower as he pressed against Merton.

               “I don’t know.” Merton grumbles running the towel over the spill.

               “What, did you think my dad wanted to try you out, see what has me so hooked on you?” Tommy’s voice dropped seductively against Merton’s ear as he rocked his hips into Merton’s ass.

               “Tommy!” Merton tries to whip his head around but Tommy catches in his other hand and forces his to look ahead. Tommy slides his tong from the nap of Merton’s neck to be back of his right ear. “Gah,” Merton shudders beneath him, hands gripping the edge of the counter.

               “God, you taste good.” Tommy locks on to the pulse point and sucks gently.

               Merton pinched his eyes shut, his grip tightening. This felt too good, Tommy’s warmth on his back, a growing stiffness against his ass, just the right amount of suction. This was a cruel temptation. They had both been bust the last two weeks and while they shared a bed nightly, they hadn’t been together. Tommy’s teeth scrapped over his skin. “Tommy, your brother.” Merton panted.  Tommy pulled back just enough to roll Merton over. Merton swallowed, gods help him Tommy was in nothing but a towel, his skin still flush from the heat of the shower. Merton bit down on his bottom lip as Tommy lay on him again, sliding his hands under Merton’s shirt to caress his chest.

               “What about him?” Tommy smiles darkly watching Merton worry his lip, eyes fluttering closed with the gentle rocking for Tommy’s hips.

               “He’s in the Livingroom.”

               “He won’t come in here.”

               “Tommy,” Merton whines.

               “Oh, you want to be watched?” Tommy wrapped his arms around Merton’s waist and lifted him from the counter. “Well, we’ll have to go into the dining room so he can get a clear view.”

               “Tommy!”

               “Don’t worry about it, when Gleb was watching you, you did seem to enjoy it.” Tommy turned toward the dining room.

               “Don’t you dare!” Merton pulled on Tommy’s ear, forcing him to redirect towards the hall.

               “Oww, oww, alright. Upstairs it is.” Merton smirks pulling himself more upright for a kiss. “Though the kitchen counter is still available.”

               “Get me upstairs or call it done.”

               “Grumpy.”

               “Someone didn’t let me have my coffee.”

Tommy laughs, starting up the stairs.

               Tommy kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, “Now, what am going to do with you until diner?”

               “Would you shut up? You’ve already convinced me to have sex in your parents’ house, so can you just get to it?” Tommy dropped Merton on the bed with a playful frown. “Ah! What, happened to your towel?” Merton held back a laugh.

               “It fell off somewhere on the stairs.” Merton fell back laughing, Tommy climbed on top of him with a mocking pout. “And what is so funny?”

               “I don’t know there is just something funny about the image of your naked ass climbing the stairs that’s funny.”

               “With your legs wrapped around my waist, I a joke to you?”

               “…Maybe?” Tommy pulled him in for a kiss. Trailing down Merton’s neck as his hands curled around the bottom of the goth’s shirt. Pulling Merton’s shirt over his head, running his hands down the alabaster chest.

               Merton let out a soft gasp as tommy brushed over a nipple. “Sometimes you’re too good at this.”

               “Maybe, you’re just really easy?” Tommy chuckled pressing his lips to Merton’s chest, his hands dropping to undo Merton’s pants.

               “Maybe I’ve been deprived.” Merton chuckled lifting his hips.

               “Well, I just have to do something about that.” Tommy placed a quick kiss to Merton’s navel and smirked as his stomach fluttered before sliding down farther down. Merton ran his fingers into Tommy’s hair a soft moan as he ran his tongue from tip to base through the cotton of his shorts. Before pulling back the band and pulling him into the heavenly warmth of Tommy’s mouth.  

It still startled Merton how much Tommy enjoyed going down on him, part of him still didn’t understand it. “Ah, slow down,” Tommy gave a quick apologetic glance easing back a bit. “we’ve got time.” Tommy hummed and Merton moaned stroking Tommy’s hair, who was he to deny Tommy what he wanted. “So good.” Merton leaned back against the wall.

Tommy glanced up at Merton’s face, smirking as he watched him panting gently his mouth opening ever so slightly, cheeks flushed and eyes sliding closed. It wasn’t fair for someone to be so cute. Tommy released Merton and looked down the underside of his shaft lifting Merton’s hips until he had a clear access to the tight ring. Broadening his tongue Tommy swiped over the ring and watched Merton’s legs twitch, breath hitching and lip locked between his teeth. Tommy repeated the action until Merton let out a small frustrated squeak. Then he pointed his tongue and plunged into the familiar warmth.

Merton covered his mouth as a soft gasping “AH” escape him. His eyes cracked open as Tommy kept turning him loose. He was whimpering into his hands, on the verge of shutters. “Tommy”

Tommy reached over to the night stand and pulled out a bottle of Lube, squeezing some on to his fingers, he rubbed them together to warm it. Pulling out his tongue only to replace it with his fingers. Merton’s chest arched into the air, his voice rising in welcome surprise. He was trying so hard to stay quiet and it was adorable but Tommy had no idea why. Making his way back up Merton well he continues to work him open. Tommy could smell the want using out of every pore on Martin, his breath was coming in faster pants his eyes when they fluttered open were glossy and dilated. And yet Merton had his hands clamped over his mouth. “What are you doing?” Tommy asked sliding a second finger in.

Mertens eyes, half lidded locked on to Tommy's. lifting his hands, he slides them into tommy's hair once again “kiss me” he went for dad Tommy who was happy to oblige. Merton sucked on his tongue as a needy moan filled them. Merton broke away with the gasping “ah” when Tommy added a third finger. Tommy curled his fingers and random across Merton’s prostate causing his eyes to flutter, hello grown to pour out of him that slowly morphed into a “please.”

“Are you sure?”

“please, Tommy��

Tommy squeezed some more Lube on his fingers and warmed it before slathering his own cock. He aligned himself with Merton’s entrance. Merton’s hands covered his mouth once again as Tommy pushed slow and steady into him. Merton arched a low moan bouncing against his fingers as he felt Tommy filled him, his whole body shuttered. Merton really had missed this feeling, he could live on Tommy’s cock, he always felt whole with Tommy inside of him.

Tommy gripped Merton’s hips and lean down. “you could if I start moving?” Merton nodded; Tommy smile still not sure why Merton was staying so quiet. He began slow and was pleased with the muted gas and moans. Merton’s eyes fluttering in his cheeks and chest darkening in color.

““God, Tommy!” Merton gripped Tommy shoulders and put him down. “God, don’t ever do this to me again.” Tommy hummed a question as he snapped his hips. “Don’t deny me,” Merton half chuckled pulling Tommy down for another kiss.

“You know you only need to ask.” Tommy murmured against Merton’s neck. E circle his arms around Merton and lifted him so that Merton was settled onto his lap.

Nuzzling into tommy's neck Merton asked “So, how did we manage straight human sex?”

Tommy frowned cheekily. “Is that all you want from me?”

“no, just say-ah!” Merton’s voice lifted in surprise as his fingers dug into tommy’s skin, his eyes rolling back in his skull as he felt Tommy change within him. Hair sprouting under fingers and a low growl rumbling in the base of Tommy’s chest. Now that the Wolf was unleashed so were some of Merton’s inhibitions. “Fuck, Tommy harder” Merton’s husky demands rolled against Tommy’s ear that along with is little squirms making him feel unreasonably powerful.  

Merton let his head fall back with a moan Tommy took to the offer neck with a gusto, sucking on the Goths Adams Apple. Merton let out a low and Misty sound as lip was still locked between his teeth. That odd sound combined with Merton’s unusual quiet and blessed heat edge Tommy closer. Tightening his hands around Merton’s hips he felt his knot expand as the first pulse of ejaculation ran through him. Merton whimpered as each blast fresh heat splashed inside.

Tommy released Merton’s throat, panting as he dewolfed, for the most part. Only to realize, his head against Merton’s chest, that Merton hadn’t come. Snaking a hand between them Tommy worked Merton to a groaning completion. Merton’s come splattered over his hand and their stomachs combined. Finally, Merton dropped his head to Tommy’s shoulder his lip finally released from the death grip of his teeth he whispered. “thank you”

“anytime” Tommy chuckled and placed a case against Merton’s temple before frowning. Martin had never not come before, it was usually them chasing each other. Not to mention the whole quiet thing. Something was definitely going on. Tommy shifted them around on the bed until he was leaning against the wall, Merton dozing gently on his lap while they waited for the knot to go down.

 By late afternoon they were both showered and dressed. sheets changed and in the wash. tommy's last towel retrieved and kitchen cleaned from the mess they had left behind. Tommy was making a light lunch for them and Dean while Merton read through some work emails. All of the emails from Lydia ended with a “you better not be reading this today. If you answer me now, you’re going to owe me lunch!” though nothing was too pressing so Merton added them to his calendar with a chuckle and answered his other emails.

“Do you go,” Tommy put down a plate with a sandwich and some chips next to Martins elbow. “Be right back.” He carried a plate into the living room to Dean. Merton finished his responses and moved his laptop back of it shifting the plate in front of him. “What do you want to drink?” Tommy asked walking back into the room. “sadly, no Yoo hoo.” Tommy chuckled opening the refrigerator.

“actually, a water sounds really good.” Merton glanced over his shoulder with a shrug.

“alright.” Tommy placed his plate next to Merton and went back for their drinks.

“You don’t have to sit with me, you know” Tommy gave him a questioning look around his bite. “Should spend some time with your brother. I’m just going be checking emails so I don’t go back to a mountain.”

“I know. But Dean is engrossed in his daytime dramas, not a time for talking” Tommy smiled “And you and I haven’t really been able to hang out lately. You keep working late with Lidia”

“Only when you have late practice.” Merton pouted.

“not true but I concede.” Tommy smirked so that Merton would let it slide. “Either way, I haven’t been around enough clearly.”

“What do you mean?” Merton asked crunching down on a chip.

“well I don't know what's bothering you so much but you’re quiet during sex and” Merton choked on his chip “I have never had to jerk you off after sex before so there is definitely something going on.”

Merton gulped down some water trying to dislodge the small piece of chip that was stuck to the back of his throat. “it’s” he coughed and cleared his throat “it’s not you. I just have some stuff on my mind.”

“like what?”

“it’s not important.” Merton glanced down at the table.

“it’s apparently important enough to distract you while I am inside of you.”

“God damnit! Tommy,” Merton shot a worried glance at the living room door casing. “Your brother can hear you.”

“He doesn't care,” Tommy raised his voice a bit “do you Dean?”

“Nah, get some baby brother.”

“see,” Tommy shrugged returning his voice to the normal volume Merton watched him disbelieving what he was seeing. “what?” Tommy shrugged.

Merton sigh glanced down at his plate again. “I guess it was nothing.”

“What was?”

“Don’t worry about it. It clearly wasn’t an issue, just my over active imagination.”

“Merton,”

“Don’t!” Merton snapped feeling stupid.

“Fine, sorry being concerned.”  

Merton glared at tommy for a moment.  They then ate in silence.

When they finished Tommy cleared the table and left Merton to his work, joining Dean in the living room. He knew full well something was still wrong but he also knew he couldn’t press it with Merton this mood. Merton had been a little off since he had asked him about inviting his mom out to help with the wedding.

At five thirty Merton shut down his computer and walked into the Livingroom, informing Tommy they needed to be getting ready.

Merton buttoned his vest and brushed it straight, he felt uneasy, well more nervous and antsy. That sense of unease had made him lash out at tommy and that only made him feel worse. “What do you think?” Tommy wore a light blue button down and gray slacks, still casual but nicer than his everyday wear.

“You’re always handsome.”

“Well thanks but is it nice enough for dinner.” Merton just nodded. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Merton glanced up at Tommy from under his lashes. “I’m glade your mom is so excited about us but something about it just makes me nervous.” He dropped his gaze. “I know it’s stupid but it won’t go away.”

Tommy smiled, wrapping his arms around Merton. “It’s not stupid, you’re just careful. But you have to tell me these things are bothering you or I’m just going to stumble around making things worse for you and you know that isn’t what I’m trying to do.”

Merton smiled against Tommy’s shoulder. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, now that I know I can help.”

“How?”

“I don’t know but unless I screw this,” tommy pulled back moistening between them, “up again, I’m going to marry you.”

Merton smirked “well, you better not mess this up.”

“I Damn well better not.” Tommy pressed his forehead against Merton’s. “Now, let’s go get some diner and then bombarded with insane questions tomorrow.”

“She’s not goanna try and force us to do things at the wedding, it’s just going to be suggestions right?”

“oh no she probably is. Its goanna be a struggle.” Merton groaned dramatically as Tommy leaded him from the room.  

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Christmas Date

Nathaniel - Rayan - Priya - Hyun

Castiel

"Hey. If you aren't busy this morning could you come over for a bit? I could use your help with something." You see this text message from Castiel when you wake up around 11 in the morning.

"Yeah, I can. I'm free until 2:30. What did you need help with?" You text back, curiousity at full peak as your brain slowly wakes up. Why would Cas want your help?

"Cool. I'll text you the address. Just come over whenever you're ready."

You stare at your phone for a few seconds, but the only message that comes through is the one with the address. You wonder if he ignored the ladder part of your text on purpose but decide to get ready anyway.

After you are dressed and have packed your bag, you look at the address again. It sounds familiar but you still have to GPS it. As you begin to recognize the location on the screen, nostalgia hits as you think about the place you first got to "know" Castiel. Your face reddens as you recall that night, but you quickly put the memory away to set out on your walk.

As you are walking, you pass a liquor store and decide it might be best not to show up empty handed. You buy a pack of pricey craft beer and set back on your journey. The memory of your steamy nights at his parents' come back to mind when the building comes to view. But like a seasoned pro, you bottle them back up. No sense in reading the past when you are ready to write out your future.

You press the intercom and Castiel let's you in. You walk a flight of steps until you come to the apartment door. You give a gentle knock and hear him approach from the other side before the door opens.

"Hi. That was quick." He says as he helps you take off your jacket.

"Yeah, this wasn't as far of a walk as I remembered." You hand him the package of beer before taking off your boots and setting your bag beside it.

He examines the label on the box while you do this. "Dragons milk? How'd you know I like this?"

"I do my homework." You say giving him a playful wink.

"I don't doubt that." The redhead says as you catch his smoldering gaze roaming over your figure. You're wearing a low cut white v-neck shirt, blue highwaist jeans with slits at the knees, and a long black fuzzy cardigan. You're lovely mane is fishtailed into a single braid and a black velvety choker wraps around your neck. You bite back a smile, confident you know what he's thinking. And as cute and casual as you are, you feel a bit over dressed. Castiel is wearing a black band T with gray joggers. His red locks pulled into a messy ponytail.

"So Castiel, what exactly did you need my help for?" You finally ask.

"Follow me to the kitchen." He says as he leads the way.

You lift an eyebrow but don't say a word as you take in the old familiar sights of his parents apartment. When you enter the kitchen, you stop dead in your tracks when you see what all is spread out on the floating island. "Uh, Castiel...what are all these groceries for?"

"So," he begins as he runs his fingers through his red fringe. He leans a hand on the counter before continuing, "It's Christmas. My parents flight got delayed. And I forgot to get them a present. So, naturally, like the wonderful son I am, I thought I'd have Christmas dinner ready for when they get here."

The corner of your red painted lips lift. "So, I'm guessing you need me to cook it?"

"Yeah, something like that." He says eying you. You can tell he is preparing his self for your endless teasing.

"Alright." You say cooly as you casually slide off your cardigan and hang it on the barstool. You see an apron hanging in the corner and slide it over your head. You start to tie the string around your waist but feel a hand gently swat your hands away.

"Let me do it." He says as he takes the strings into his hands. He is so close behind you that you can feel his cool breath tickling your neck and your knees quiever ever so slightly. He ties a solid knot that falls at the small of your back. You feel his fingers brush against your neck as he gently tugs your hair from under the apron collar.

You pull yourself together in time to face him, uttering a small "thanks" before you busy yourself with looking over the spread of ingredients. You make a mental checklist of what needs to be made: chicken, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, macaroni and cheese, carrots, green beans, and dinner rolls. Okay. You can finish this in time to make your train.

You set one of the ovens to 350 degrees Fahrenheit before instructing Castiel to peel potatoes. You rinse your hands thoroughly and wash the celery and carrots. You chop them up and set them aside while you prep the chicken in a roasting pan. You add the vegetables and a few peeled potatoes to the pan and sprinkle over a generous helping of herbs and spices. Setting the pan aside while you wait for the oven to finish heating, you start gathering things for the Mac and cheese.

“We could use some music, don’t you think?” He says as he finishes peeling the last potato. You look up to watch him walk over to plug his phone into a speaker.

You break into a smile when you hear Brandon Flowers belt out "Oh Santa." Castiel catches your smile and winks. You did not think he would remember your favorite Christmas song after all these years. And as embarrassing as it is, you can't resist the urge to sing along.

Castiel unsuccessfully bites back a laugh as he listens to you miss all the notes. And you absolutely could care less because you are delivering the lines as fiercely as Beyonce. Cas rejoins you behind the counter, completely enthralled by your impromptu concert. You're wiggling as the song plays out its last cords and drifts into another alternative Christmas jam.

He stares at you. Amusement, horror, and pure mischief stir in his silver eyes as he watches you put the chicken in the oven and set the timer. After a moment, he finally speaks. "I might have to find you a spot in the band with that...wide vocal range."

You laugh. "Yeah, I don't know about that. I might just steal the show."

He smirks as you set water on the stove to boil. "When this starts to boil, add the macaroni to it." You demand as you fill another pot with water to boil the potatoes. You had to admit, getting to boss Castiel around without retaliation is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you intend to take full advantage of it.

"So how did you learn to cook like this?" He asks as he pours the Mac into the boiling water.

"Years of helping my mom, I guess. My mom's a bit of a wiz in the kitchen so she taught me quite a bit."

He grows quiet as he digests the picture of you helping your mom. "Does your mom normally cook the Holiday dinners for you?" You ask, breaking his train of thought.

"Of course. I honestly think my dad and I would burn the building down if my mom let us help."

You smile. "I'll be sure to keep an eye on you then."

A little time slips by without any thought and he finally speaks up again. His voice slightly distant as he speaks. "So... I was a little surprised you were able to come. I was sure you would have other plans."

You laugh, sounding a little bitter at the way he says that. "Yeah, what? You mean other plans like a date."

He looks at you coldly.

"No worries, Cas. I am single as a Pringle. And besides you're one to talk. I'm sure you could have easily called up your fan club and they would have had a 12 course meal on gold plated dishes at your doorstep in an hour." You hiss sounding much more venomous than you mean to. No matter how hard you try, this boy can touch you in a way others can't.

A quiet spell falls over you both as music blares in the background. The potatoes are boiling, the macaroni and cheese is ready to brown in the second oven, and Castiel joins you in clipping the ends off of the green beans.

"I'm sorry...if that came out wrong." He says carefully.

"Me too." You say, allowing the moment to pass.

"How have you been since the infirmary? No catty girls are spreading rumors are they?" His voice is softer as he speaks.

"I've been a lot better, actually. Moving forward, I decided to stop letting so much things pile up on myself. And as for the girls... I think you scared them off for good. I'm sure when we return from winter break, everyone will have completely forgotten about it."

"Good. I don't want to rough up the entire campus if I don't have to."

You smile a little, allowing a comfortable silence to form as you finish up the vegetables. The two of you debate music for a while as you finish making the mashed potatoes and start the stuffing. Castiel shares a couple of wild band stories as you put him in charge over the gravy.

Soon you both find all the food is either cooked or in the oven. And it's time to clean up the dishes. You already set aside most of the dishes to soak. He picks up a few of the stray forks and spoons and brings them to the sink. "You dry, and I'll wash?" You suggest and he takes his spot at the side of the sink.

"I sure hope your parents like everything we made."

"Me too. But if they don't, I'll just tell them I had help from this funny little girl."

You playfully jab him with your elbow. "So, you plan on taking all the credit if it turns out nicely then?"

"Obviously. I did do most of the work after all." He says, side-eying you.

You gasp in mock offense and flick a little water at him. He glares at you and you take a step back. "Oh you're definitely going to pay for that little girl." He says as he scoops you up into his arms and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and pound his back softly with you fists as your feet kick the air.

"Put me down, Castiel!" You demand through fits of laughter as he walks you toward the living room.

"Oh no, not until you pay, Candy. That was the second shirt of mine that you've ruined." He says dramatically.

He tosses you on the coach and climbs on top of you. His long legs carefully straddle your thighs as he runs his fingers down your sides to tickle you.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, tears forming in your eyes as you try to fight it. He tickles his fingers over your stomach and arms and doesn't let up until you whine, "Stop, Cas, I swear I'm about to pee myself."

He pins your wrists above your head, a wicked look twinkling in his sexy eyes like that of a cat that wants to play with it's spoils. Your stomach is doing Olympic worthy flips, and you can hear how hard your heart is working to keep you alive. His eyes fall to your lips as he slowly lowers himself over you. You feel his arrogant smiling lips begin to gently brush against yours.

Then the timer goes off, startling you both out of your little bubble. You both stay frozen before you finally whisper, "Uh, the chicken is done." Your face is terribly hot and your head is spinning in a merry-go-round. He slowly lets you free, a quiet unreadable ecpression washing over his face. You get up and go to the kitchen, slidding on oven mitts to pull out the chicken. That is the last of the food to make.

You check the time and panic. "Oh shit! I missed the bus to the train station!"

"Don't worry, I can drop you off." He says as he strolls past the kitchen. "Just let me get changed." He says heading toward his bedroom.

A few minutes later, he emerges, dressed in his usual threads. "Ready?" He asks already heading for the door.

The car ride to the station is short and quiet. The radio plays its usual rounds and you wonder what Castiel thinks whenever he hears Crowstorm play on the radio. But you don't ask since your destination is coming into view.

He comes to a stop in front of the station. You both linger for a second before you grab your stuff. "Thanks for the ride. I guess I'll...see you around?" You say just before you place your hand on the handle.

He grabs your arm and pulls you toward him. His lips zealously crash against yours and you both can't stop the desire to deepen the kiss. A wild fire is breaking thoughout your body and you don't want to put it out. He tastes wonderful and wreckless as he gently tugs on your hair.

But unfortunately all good things must come to an end. You hesitantly pull away from each other, feeling your heart sigh at the departure. "See you around, little girl."

You flash him a smile before skipping out the car to catch your train. It was a strange surprise to your Christmas morning, but you would not have it any other way.

Much later that evening, you get a text from Castiel. "I think you missed your calling."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you'd make a better chef than an art historian." You smile, feeling a wave of relief wash over you.

"So everyone likes the food then?"

"Yes. My mom won't shut up about how I've been holding back on her and that I'll have to do this again next year.

"So...are you free next December 25?"

You cover your giggling so your parents don't hear you in the kitchen. "I don't know... I'll have to check my schedule."

"Merry Christmas, Candy."

"Merry Christmas."

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[gillywulf]

you’re a problem but you’re mine (you’re a winner even though you think you’re not)

The pet Hotel AU.

AO3

Summary: Jason needs a job and PetStay needed him.

Pt. 2                  (warning: this does include a dog bite)

~

It turned out that prepping for mealtimes wasn’t as hard as Jason initially thought. Like Billy, he’d needed to develop a system before it made sense, but eventually, once he’d started separating the labels stating the dog’s name and food into dry and wet, the process went far quicker. He was midway through preparing dinners when the door to the kitchen slammed open and a middle aged man with neat, short hair. He stopped short at the sight of Jason.

“Who are you?” Blunt. Jason held out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Jason. I’m new. Ish” The man takes his hand and it’s surprisingly gentle.

“Tommy Oliver. I’m the trainer here and my kid works the night shift” Jason remembered the walkie chart with Tommy Junior written next to green and nodded.

“Oh yeah, I haven’t met him yet” An odd look crossed Tommy’s face.

“Uh, Tommy Junior is-”

“Tommy! What up, dude?” Zack’s boisterous voice filled the small kitchen, shoving whatever the trainer was going to say out of their minds. “I haven’t seen you in like, two weeks” He set down the stack of used dog bowls and spread his arms, offering a warm hug. Tommy was clearly uncomfortable.

“Good to see you, Zack. Oh, whoops, I have class in two minutes. Nice to meet you, Jason” He slipped from the room with a quick wave.

“I can not figure out why he doesn’t like me” Zack mumbled, perching his hands on his hips. The whole image - the confused face, the posture, the situation he’d just witnessed - as truly a masterpiece. Jason laughed.

“Never change, man”

~

“Have a nice day” Kim beamed at the pet parent until they rounded the corner out of eye sight. She dropped her falsely peppy face instantly and rolled her eyes to Jason. “‘I ordered a nail trim and a suite!’ They did neither so he got neither. I literally hate people. They over feed and under care and get upset at me when they’re the one who messed up” she huffed, turning back to the computer and tapping in last minute pay information. He laughed.

“I mean you’re not wrong, but that’s like all retail”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t still hate them”

“That’s fair,” he shrugged, “you get off in five minutes too, right? Do you want to go to Krispy Kreme with me and my little sister? My mom’s dropping her off in a bit” Kim twisted the watch on her wrist and shrugged.

“Sure. I bet she’s funnier than you”

“Says the girl who literally can’t make a joke that gets anyone laughing” She scowled and crossed her arms.

“I will have you know, I am very funny”

“No, I think Pearl will definitely be funnier than both of us”

~

The dog squirmed and wriggled with all its might, crying all the while. The high pitched squeals were definitely starting to hurt Jason’s ears. None of it was helping the nail grind get done any faster. He stepped back with a resigned sigh and punched the talk button on his walkie.

“Red could use some help with a nail grind” The dog leveled him with her best pleading stare. Maybe if she looked sad enough, he would stop.

“Blue to the rescue!” Billy’s voice announced over the radio. Less than a minute later, the boy strolled in and took a firm hold of the dog’s body. Thankfully, it was enough for Jason to finally get a full paw done with the promise of stillness for the rest. He quickly moved on to the next paw. If she wasn’t going to stay this calm long, he needed to be fast.

“Billy, you are an absolute lifesaver” Why did dogs need to much hair over their feet? It just made everything harder and slightly more dangerous. He could get it stuck in the grinder and pull out a chunk if he wasn’t careful.

“My pleasure, Jason. Hey, do you think I’m weird?” Jason stilled, stopped the grinder, and straightened to look Billy dead in the eye.

“I’ve seen Zack eat a burger off the ground even though the bun fell off”

“No, I know- I mean, yeah, that’s kinda weird, but I mean like, you know-”

“Did something happen?” he asked. Concern clawed its way up his throat and the dog sat happily on the table between them, clearly believing she was out of the woods. Billy looked hesitant for a moment.

“I brought Summer up to her mom and I was really excited because we don’t really get all that many Corgis, so I was telling her neat history about their breed, like ‘corgi’ means ‘dwarf-dog’ in Welsh where they originated from and because they are herders, they are the same type of dog that huskies are, which no one really expects because they are so different. And she looked at me like a lot of people do when I start to talk a lot, like there must be something definitely wrong with me” His hold on the dog slackened, his hands instead stroking along her side.

“Billy,” Jason wanted so badly to lay his hand on Billy’s shoulder, to really draw his attention, but he knew his friend didn’t like to be touched, so he reigned himself in, “you are the kindest, smartest, most caring person I know. Hands down. Having a diagnosis doesn’t make you weird, it’s another part of who you are, just like your love of country music” Billy smiled at that and Jason accepted the small victory. “One rude lady isn’t going to change any of the awesome things about you. Don’t ever forget that” Billy’s eyes shone and it looked like he might even cry. Jason wouldn’t be able to stop himself from following if that was going to happen.

“Thank you, Jason”

“Honestly any time. Thank you for coming to me. Now let’s get her finished up, okay?”

~

It was almost funny watching Trini try and hold back such a fat chocolate lab. Tucker was definitely not built to easy walking.

“Fuck you, dick! Stop pulling!” She grit her teeth and dug in her heels, but it was no use. Tucker was headed to camp at his own pace. “You wanna help at all?” she shot back to Jason behind her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I have to keep holding Gus to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. You know, because he’s so lethal” Gus was in fact a toy fox terrier, shaking constantly and peeing himself in fear as Jason spoke.

“Dick, Tucker, stop!” Kim chose that moment to step into the hallway from the relief room. She calmly took in the scene; Trini being pulled by an overexcited fat dog and Jason, with his tiny shaking mess. With a roll over her eyes, she reached out and jerked Tucker’s lead in a direction he wasn’t expecting, surprising him enough to get him to stop.

“Tuck, walk nice” she demanded. “If he keeps doing it, just stop and wait for him to settle. He needs to learn not to pull” Her eyes bore into Trini’s and even from his not great angle, Jason could see how struck Trini was. The girl’s eyes didn’t move away once Kim headed to the grooming room.

“You good?” he asked, almost concerned.

“Fuck, she’s so hot”

~

When things were busy, things were busy. Jason barely had a moment to breathe between shuffling dogs into their rooms, cleaning, juggling dogs in camp, and a whole host of other duties.

“Red, I need Maximus when you have a moment; he’s going home” Kim’s steady voice broke through his dinner prep concentration. He sighed. He was never going to get anything done.

“Sure, pink” He left the kitchen and speed walked to where he knew Maximus the giant yellow lab would be waiting by the kennel door, his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging non-stop. Sure enough, that was the sight that greeted him. The dog was clearly excited to go home, if the way he pulled at his leash was any indicator. His owners beamed and hugged him while obliviously clogging up the reception area. But of course, there was no time to stand there and wonder whether or not it was just a little too much, another family stood waiting to say goodbye to their German Shepard.

“Jason, could you please take Grant to 211? Thank you” Kim was already staring back to paperwork, highlighting on a chart the days certain services were being received.

“Sure,” he smiled politely to the family and slipped a lead over Grant’s head, his other hand extended for the leash, “I can take him, have a great day” Grant followed him easily to the door and through it, all the way to the door of kennel 211 where he promptly planted his feet and refused to move. “Bud, c’mon, I need to finish the lunches”

The pleading must have worked, because the dog gave in just enough to allow himself to be guided inside the kennel. Jason knelt to pull his lead and unclip the collar. Grant seized the moment. He shot out from under Jason’s knee in a desperate bid to escape. Jason did nothing but act on instinct. His hand shot out just as fast and just managed to grab a hold of Grant’s paper ID band.

The ID band around his neck.

While all Jason could think was to beg higher powers to keep the ID band in tact long enough for his to slip the lead back over his head, Grant wanted nothing more than to be away from him. So he rolled onto his back and turned his head to take Jason’s hand into his mouth and bit. Hard.

For a long second Jason didn’t even register what had happened. He was so focused on holding on that his brain excused the bite like that from a puppy, painful, but only for a second and completely harmless. That is, until his brain caught up with the sheer pain and the sight of blood. Needless to say, he let go.

Grant took off out of Jason’s view. His hand was mangled, that was the only word he could associate with the way it looked. He must not have registered Grant’s frenzied shaking like a chew toy he was on the other end of. He tried to make a fist and failed.

“Hey Jason, what’s taking- holy shit” Trini wasted no time. She marched over to him and took the hand in hers. She whipped the grey beanie from her head and wrapped it as tightly around it as possible. “Keep this tight, you need pressure,” she tugged on her walkie, “birdhouse” she said simply before pushing him off towards the kitchen. “Go wait there. I’ll get him in the kennel and we’ll take you to the hospital”

Jason blinked in awe at her take-charge attitude, but managed a weak nod. She was gone in the blink of an eye, her tiny voice gruff and furious as she called out Grant’s name. He definitely heard an aggressive ‘ass-fucker’ as he headed towards the kitchen.

Billy was already there, gauze and light antiseptics at the ready. He was so careful and gentle and Jason was eternally grateful, he just wished his head was clearer to express that appreciation. He’d do that later when he wasn’t bleeding profusely. Kim burst into the room just as the cleaning stage finished. She did a quick examination before motioning to Billy to continue.

“We’ve already called Grant’s parents. They were only in the parking lot and he’ll be refused for the rest of the month. Okay, wow that’s a lot of blood. Trini’s going to drive you to the hospital because Billy can’t drive, Zack’s stuck in camp, and I have to man the front desk. She’s usually a good driver, I promise” Before Jason had long enough to process the statement and ask what exactly she meant by that, Trini swept into the room and grabbed his bicep.

“C’mon, homeboy,  let’s get you to the hospital before you bleed out” The next few minutes are a whirlwind of racing out the store in an attempt not to alarm customers and to reach the hospital as quickly as possible. Kim’s ‘usually’ begins to make sense on the highway. Trini darts her car into small spaces and slams on the brakes and accelerator so often that Jason began to worry a heart attack might kill him before his hand.

There was something incredibly calming about her hard demeanor cracking only enough for her worry to trickle out in barely-there ways, like the way her eyes constantly darted over to him, or the way her hands tightened over and over on the steering wheel. Maybe she did like him. He’d like to be friends.

~

Jason wordlessly held out the tray of steaming coffee cups while trying very hard not to chug from his own. With a small sigh of relief, Kim took the tray and then the cup marked with her name.

“Zack’s running late” she mumbled after a long sip. Jason laughed.

“Some day, someone who’s not us will realize and he’ll get fired”

“Let’s hope not. We’re still super understaffed”

“Good thing I’m here, right?” The two whirled around to find a girl with closely cropped hair and a grin too bright for the early hour standing on the other side of the front desk, already in the customary PetStay navy polo. Jason and Kim shot one another confused glances.

“Uh, I’m sorry to ask, but who are you? I only have one person for training on my list today” Kim thumbed through her schedule post-it notes, looking for any name she didn’t recognize.

“That’s probably me. I’m Tj” she beamed. Jason couldn’t help but notice the startlingly bright green eyes she had. Kim didn’t stop frowning.

“I’m sorry, I don’t see a ‘Tj’ anywhere” Tj seemed to sag at that.

“Is there a ‘Tommy Jr’?”  Her entire body deflated with the question with a resignation so bone deep that Jason thought she might just collapse under the weight of it. Kim blinked dumbly.

“Yes”

“That’s me”

“No it isn’t” Tj rolled her eyes and dug around in her back pocket for a moment until she produced a drivers’ license, complete with her picture and ‘Tommy Oliver Jr.’ printed beside it.

“My dad’s the trainer here. I’m the overnighter. I’m transferring to day shift. I’m Green” Even though the evidence was nothing short of indisputable, Kim’s face couldn’t free itself of the bafflement she felt. Thankfully, Zack chose that moment to sprint up to the counter and diffuse the tension.

“Guys, I’m sorry I’m late-”

“Zack, this is Tj, bring her into Bigs with you” He swiveled on his heel and froze. Jason watched as his face got progressively redder with each passing second.

“Hi- er, hello. Welcome to PetStay. I will be your trainer, or uh, senior, today,” he stopped his rambling, “let’s load up” He shuffled awkwardly to the back with Tj on his heels. Jason took a slow sip from his coffee and leaned against the counter.

“He likes her”

“Two damn seconds in”

“He also forgot his coffee”

~

On days where there were only enough dogs for one camp, everyone seemed to mill around aimlessly, trying to find something, anything to do. Jason knew that Zack was having plenty of fun in camp, but Trini, Kim, and Billy would all be restless, not to mention himself.

Jason decided to do a little tidying in the grooming room, picking up and throwing out old ID bands, sweeping up shed fur, and bringing dirty, wet towels to the laundry room. Maybe he’d even throw a load or two in. Between beds, blankets, and towels, there was almost definitely enough.

He hefted the pile of wet towels into his arms (while attempting to keep them from soiling his shirt) and march near-blind to the laundry room. Of course, it could never be that simple. He couldn’t just walk in an do his job.

Instead, he was greeted by Kim pressing the full length of her body into Trini, hands wandering and lips moving as one, together.

Of course he had to walk in on them making out. He was happy for them, naturally, but he didn’t need to keep seeing the PDA. Especially when Trini’s hand was definitely undoing the unbutton on the front of Kim’s pants.

Jason turned on his heel and dumped the towels into a nearby cart. He had to stop himself from sprinting to the kitchen. When he walked in, Billy looked up from the dishes and smiled, perpetually happy to see him. The long purple rubber gloves were pulled up to his elbows to keep his hands from feeling all of the left-over food residue.

“So,” Jason began, leaning against the sink, “don’t go into the laundry room, okay?” Billy’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Why?”

“Kim and Trini are...you know” He gestured vaguely in the hopes that he wouldn’t have to say it.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking” Jason sighed and scrubbed his face, maybe it would dislodge the discomfort.

“Just trust me, you don’t want to go in there for a while. Maybe an hour, just to be safe” Billy’s confusion and suspicion didn’t disappear.

“I trust you”

“Thank you, Billy” The two of them spent the next fifty minutes filling the time, talking about the dogs, the cats, the store, and their co-workers. It was pleasant when Jason’s mind didn’t wander to why they were doing that and not something else.

Kim and Trini stumbled into the room, looking far too disheveled and satisfied. Their grins were too wide and their limbs too loose. Jason crossed the room and laid a hand on each of their shoulders.

“Well,” he really meant the excited smile he gave them, “congratulations guys, but not here, please. I beg you”

~

District management almost never made in store appearances. Those were reserved for big changes, good news, or bad news. As the entire store was crowded together after hours, Jason couldn’t help but fear the latter. Alvie clapped his hands together for the crowd’s attention.

“Excuse me, thank you everyone for showing up tonight” Zack nudged Jason in the ribs.

“Wasn’t this mandatory?” They sniggered together as Alvie plowed on.

“I want to take the time to thank each and every one of you for your time and dedication into this store” He took a long pause to try and make eye contact with as many people as possible. “However, I regret to tell you all that our store will be closing at the end of the month”

A chorus of gasps, sighs, and groans filled the air and Jason, between fish tanks and dog harnesses, felt his heart break. Alvie continued to talk about what the chain will do for them as if it could measure up to what it would provide if it stayed open. The rest of the meeting went by in a daze. He barely took in more than three consecutive words.

The hotel staff lingered in the parking lot, no one quite sure what do do or say. And Jason had come to a conclusion that these people were his friends, no matter what happened next. He loved the big way Zack felt everything. He loved Billy’s never ending affection. He loved the quiet way Trini expressed her protectiveness. He loved the simplicity of Kim’s humor.

He loved them. Even when he was scooping poop.

“So this sucks” Trini mumbled once they were alone on the pavement. Kim, her arm around the smaller girl’s shoulders, hummed in agreement.

“What the hell are we going to do? I want to keep hanging out with you guys. Forget trying to get someone else to hire me” Zack ruffled his hair and Billy laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What if we all applied at the same place? There’s another PetStay a few miles away. If we don’t all get it, we apply somewhere else. I know it feels like it right now, but it isn’t the end, not by a lot, okay? We’re blue,” he gestured to Billy, “black,” then to Zack, “pink, yellow,” Kim and Trini stood a little straighter, “and red. Take us or leave us” His breathing was labored by the end, but his heart felt big and hopeful. Kim snorted and ducked her head.

“You’re such a nerd. Come on Mr. Leader. Let’s go to Krispy Kreme you guys. I could use some sugar” She threw her other arm over his shoulders, even though it was a bit of a stretch with his height. He shook his head but extended his own arm to Billy, who after a quick deliberation nodded and pulled Zack close.

“I’m the nerd. You play Pokemon Go every day”

“Holy fuck, really? What team are you?”

“Zack, you know it literally does not matter, right?”

“Actually, there have been studies about what the choice says about people, Trini”

“I didn’t know that, B. Tell us about it”

#power rangers #fanfiction #mine

[words-and-fangirling-wonder]

A is for Anniversary (Part 3)

This is the last part of Anniversary, and now I can move on to P! Hooray for progress!

Also, some of this takes part in an ER, and I have no idea how doctor’s communicate with each other during situations and stuff so keep that in mind as you read this.

This is broken in to half Kid’s point of view and half Law’s. I hope you enjoy it and don’t hate me too much for what I’ve done here.

Author: fangirlwonder (wordsandwonder on AO3)

Pairing: Kid/Law

Prompt: Anniversary

Rating: Teen, but only for swearing and stuff, I don’t know I’m bad at rating

Unbeta’d because @fitgirlfaith24 is sick again :( Please let me know if you see any glaring mistakes so I can fix them!

Kid

This was going to be shit. Staring dejectedly at his fifth ruined mess of rice, he wondered for perhaps the millionth time why he ever thought he could pull this off. His gift was stupid, his apartment was shit and he had no idea how he was going to make it seem even remotely romantic, and he couldn’t for the life of him make these stupid fucking rice balls hold their shape. Why couldn’t Law’s favorite food have been something easier to make? It wasn’t like Kid was a terrible cook. He could make a plate of nachos that would knock your socks off, or a pot roast that melted in your mouth. But no. Law’s favorite foods were onigiri (which what the fuck, who even knows what the fuck that is?) and grilled fish. And while Kid could grill up some fish no problem, this rice ball bullshit was trying his already limited patience. It was trying Killer’s patience too, because Kid had designated him as the official onigiri taste-tester and after four days of making practice batches, Killer would probably be content to never see another rice ball for the rest of his life.

Kid growled as he accidentally turned what he’d thought was a promising ball of rice into a smashed mess of fish and grain and finally lost his temper, whipping it at the door. The door that, unfortunately, his roommate happened to be walking through.

“Dude, you’re still at this?” Killer asked, wiping the food off his face with a slight grimace. “I told you the last batch you made really wasn’t bad. Couldn’t you just use what’s left of those?”

“I threw them out,” Kid grunted, returning to his exasperating task. “Besides, ‘not bad’ isn’t gonna cut it. This is gonna be fucking special, damnit.”

“Didn’t you say he offered to take you out? Would that be so bad? You’re driving yourself nuts here.”

If looks could kill, Kid’s best friend would shortly be pushing up daisies. “Yes, Killer, that would be bad,” he snapped. “I can’t even afford a decent fucking gift, so the least I can do is make his goddamn favorite food and not make him fucking pay for it.”

“I think your gift is nice,” Killer commented with a shrug, picking up the poorly wrapped package off the kitchen table and examining it. “He’ll like it.”

Kid’s response was a frustrated shout as yet another rice ball fell apart in his hands. It seemed that was the last straw, because the redhead then furiously yanked the pot of apparently not-sticky-enough rice off the stove and dumped it in the trash with all his other failed onigiri attempts. “I know he’ll like it, but it’s such a fucking cop-out present! It’s something a broke ass kid gives his mom for Mother’s Day or some shit.”

“Well, so? What’s so wrong about that? It’s the first time you guys are exchanging gifts, right? He’s probably not even expecting anything.”

“I know he’s not expecting anything, that’s not the point!” Kid yelled, gripping the pot handle so hard his knuckles were starting to turn white. “The point is that I love-“ The mechanic’s face suddenly matched his hair and he coughed as he cut himself off. “The point is that I want it to be special, and it’s not good enough for him. That’s all. Now fuck off so I can do this.”

If Killer noticed that his captain had just barely stopped himself from confessing his love for the doctor, he didn’t let on. “Look man,” he said in what Kid supposed was meant to be a soothing voice (which only served to piss Kid off more). “Why don’t you go get some rest? The doc isn’t gonna be here for another couple hours, right? And I know you haven’t slept. Go take a nap. I’ll get the ingredients going and wake you up when it’s time to shape these things, okay?”

It was true that Kid hadn’t gotten much sleep. He’d been too busy trying to learn how to make these stupid onigiri, and when he wasn’t trying to make them he was too worried that he wouldn’t be able to finish them in time. He was hesitant to step back, though. He wanted things to be perfect. But if he didn’t get some rest he’d probably end up being an asshole, and that would ruin the evening way more than some poorly constructed rice balls would. So even though Killer was notoriously bad in the kitchen, he found himself nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” he acquiesced. “Nap sounds good. Thanks.”

Killer nodded. “Good. Don’t worry about a thing. I got this.” The blonde held up the pot with a lopsided grin and Kid couldn’t help but smirk in return. It was hard to fuck up rice, right? It was pretty much just boiling water and putting the grains in the pot, and the directions were right on the box. Killer wasn’t such a horrible cook that he couldn’t follow simple instructions. What was the worst thing that could happen?

 Law

Everything had started off well. Law had been scheduled to work the evening/overnight shift in the ER, but he’d traded with a co-worker so he could spend the evening with Eustass, so now he’d be getting off at five, which was perfect. It also meant he’d been forced to be awake and interacting with people at an ungodly early hour, but he felt it was worth it to be able to spend his anniversary with his boyfriend. When he’d said as much to his friends they’d made a big fuss about it (and admittedly there were very few people in the world that could make Law even consider getting up that early), and insisted that he must be in love to make that swap.  Being in “love” with Eustass was not something he was prepared to think about, though, so he ignored their good-natured but annoying teasing and pushed the thought out of his mind.

Or at least, he tried to.

As it turned out, once the thought was introduced it liked to stick around and push its way into other thoughts that had nothing to do with it. Which is how throughout the day Law found himself thinking things like ‘Oblique fracture of the femur – needs a surgical consult, do I love Eustass? Damnit, stop!’

Five o’clock could not come fast enough.

Despite the persistent question now nagging him, Law really was looking forward to spending the evening with Eustass. The mechanic wouldn’t give him a lot of details about what he had planned, but Law knew it involved a home cooked meal and having Eustass’s apartment all to themselves, which was pretty rare. Of course, he’d offered to have the celebration at his place – it made more sense than kicking Killer out – but Eustass had insisted on hosting, saying that Law’s apartment was creepy when Law wasn’t there and he’d have to be there alone to do prep work for the dinner he was making. So even though Law thought that was silly, he’d agreed, and now he would be making a quick stop at his apartment right after work to clean up and change and pick up Eustass’s present before heading to his boyfriend’s “homier” (Eustass’s word, not his) apartment for the night.

But of course, it would be asking too much of the universe to allow this day to go as planned. No, just when Law could see the light at the end of the tunnel that was a twelve-hour ER shift, his boss informed him that there had been a twenty-car pile-up and all the injured parties were being sent to their hospital, so it was all hands on deck to deal with the crisis and no one was going home any time soon. He barely had a moment to send Eustass an apologetic text explaining the situation and promising to come over as soon as he could leave before his relatively quiet day exploded into chaos. Law then proceeded to spend the next five hours, four more than he was scheduled (which honestly wasn’t as bad as he’d expected) up to his ears in vehicular trauma patients. By the time the last patient was admitted and on the way to the OR, Law was exhausted, cranky, and sore. Not exactly an ideal anniversary-celebrating mood, but he was almost free, and that was enough to relieve a little bit of the tension in his shoulders.

He was so close. His hand was on his badge, getting ready to scan it for access to the staff locker room. And then a voice sounded behind him.

“Dr. Trafalgar? We need you.”

“My shift is over, nurse. Dr. Lewis is taking over for me.”

“Well, Dr. Lewis is on break and we need to get to the ambulance bay to meet an incoming patient,” she informed him briskly.

“Seriously?” Law growled. “I thought we just finished with the last of the crash patients.”

“We did,” the nurse said. “This patient was in a fire and he’s in critical condition.”

Law winced and with one last longing look at the locker room door, turned to follow the nurse to the ambulance bay. “Burns?” he asked.

“Some, but that’s not the biggest concern. Apparently a beam or something collapsed on him when he pushed his roommate out of the apartment. He saved the other guy’s life, but he wasn’t so lucky.”

Law nodded. Sadly, it wasn’t uncommon for the hero types to lose their lives for the sake of others. “Is the roommate coming in as well?”

“They only mentioned one patient, so if he needs treatment it’s obviously not as serious,” she replied. “Here they come.”

Whenever Law was on the receiving team for patients who were brought in by ambulance, he focused his attention fully on the EMT bringing them in order to get a full run-down of the situation before he even looked at the patient. But as the stretcher was pushed through the double doors something about this particular patient caught his attention, and suddenly whatever the EMT was telling him was being drowned out by the rushing in his ears. Because as soon as he saw that unmistakable mess of crimson hair, matted down in several places by the blood still seeping out of unseen wounds, Law’s heart dropped into his stomach. And he realized that he had an answer to the question that had been plaguing him all day.

Yes. He did love Eustass Kid. And he was about to lose him.

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[unknownhowler]

Trial By Error

Chapter 1

No matter how many times she’s done it, the feeling never changed.  Paranoia, fear, doubt, it all played in her mind as she was executing her morally questionable deed.  But it was for the best of all who dwelled under the mountain!  She thought, justifying her actions with the so many reasons why she’s doing this in the first place.  It’s for safety.  It could help.  It certainly isn’t doing any harm.  This very well may be a step in taking down the evil that threatens to end the game. Over all, it was a precaution. She had no way of knowing if her actions truly affected her situation, but if there was a slim chance it did, she was obliged to act.

Almost done. As the young woman emptied the last few shovels of dirt out of the grave, she stabbed the shovel into the ground and looked down at her handiwork.  She looked over her shoulder, and as soon as she did, she cursed under her breath.  She knew Toriel wouldn’t be coming, yet that feeling of being caught never left her.  She looked back down at the grave and sighed. It’s time for the unpleasant part.

Kneeling down, she reached to pull up the coffin.  It’s just a child’s coffin, not as heavy as it could be.  That’s what she always rationed in her head.  Getting it out of the ground was still a chore, especially with how deep it was.  Nevertheless, with clever use of leverage, strength, and an aggravated helping of paranoid determination, that bitch was out.  She took a moment to catch her breath, but not for long.  She is far from over.  She won’t allow herself to rest for long.  Once again, she’s up and running, now standing beside the wheelbarrow as she reached under it and unlatches an axe.  She stood over the coffin.  She swung the axe at the child’s coffin.  She did not stop until it was in pieces.

During the gruesome event, the young woman would drag the body out of the coffin with her axe before it was under risk of also being chopped to pieces.  It would be such a pain if decayed body parts were flung everywhere.  Besides, she couldn’t allow a scrap of this body to escape what she had planned for it.

Now that the coffin was in pieces, she took the golden flowers off the top of the wheelbarrow and dumped in the extra dirt she brought.  She had to make up for the cavity the coffin made somehow.  After that was out of the way, she began filling the newly made cavity with the pile she dug out, even scraping in the surrounding grass.  She had to fill that hole, make it nice and level with the surrounding land.  Once completed, she covered the grave site with the flowers she so delicately removed from the beginning, and then proceeded to cover the missing patches of grass with the extra flowers she brought. There.  Perfect!  She turned to the decayed, shriveled body and threw it into the wheelbarrow, piling the now chopped wood on top of the body, then the tools, then a burlap cloth over it all.  The hard part is over, now for the nerve-racking.

It was a smooth shot from here on out.  Just get past Toriel.  You remember how, don’t you?  The girl shuddered.  She’s not too good at lying on the spot or improvisation in general, for that matter. It’s a good thing she’s had plenty of practice.  By now, she’s had so many tries, she knows exactly what to do, what to say, how to act. It was only a matter of not caving in under pressure.  Too bad the anxiety didn’t fade away.  Not enough timelines doing this, she thought.  Certainly going through this agony enough times would dull her ability to feel. But it would be bad if she felt nothing, it’s good for you to feel this way, she thought further.  Feeling such guilt, it let her know she still had a sense of right and wrong.  It was a great fear of hers to become the very thing she has been fighting for so long.

Soon enough, she was at the front of Toriel’s home.  So, make haste and you’ll be able to make it down in the creepy, ill-lit dungeon before she stops you.  Got it.  Just a little prepping the rogue girl was doing before committing.  1, 2, 3, GO!  The renegade moved past the front door and headed straight for the stairs down. Toriel was in the kitchen, the warmth and smell of food in the air.  Was she baking?  Perfect, like always.  Thump! Thump!  Thump!  The traitor was now cautiously pushing the wheelbarrow down.  The worst thing that could happen right now is if she dropped it. DO.  NOT.  DROP IT! The turncoat repeated in her mind with a harsh, overbearing tone.  Her bones trembled, her muscles feeling weak, and her arm like inflatable pool noodles. It was hard to tell if it was because of the girl’s unease, or the effort she put in for the physically demanding task of grave robbing.

Nevertheless, she and her contraband were to safety, as per usual.  Now at the bottom of the stairwell, she heard it.  The pitter patter of her adoptive mother rushing to catch her before she left.-  “Alex! Child!  Please wait!” -Toriel rushed, now standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at her.-  ”I have a surprise for you!” -Alex whirled around to see her.-  “Oh yeah, were you making a pie?”

-Alex made sure to stand in front of the barrow to further limit Toriel’s view of it, even though she knew she didn’t have to in order to achieve success.  It was a nervous habit, another ‘precaution’, if you will.  Alex thought it would seem out of place to still have such a full wheelbarrow, but Toriel was too focused on her to pay any mind to what Alex may be hiding.-

“Why yes!  You were taking such a long time; I thought I would do something nice for you.  I know how you like my butterscotch-cinnamon pie so much.” “Oh yeah, sorry about that.  I got a little carried away.” -She showed Toriel the tape player hooked to her belt.  Music did play a big role in maintaining Alex’s mental state.  It gives her something to become lost in.-  “And aww!  Thank you for that!  But, uhh…”

-Alex shows Toriel her dirt covered arms and gestures to the mess on her clothes and dirt caked on her shoes.-  “I’m dirty, aaaand it didn’t occur to me until I was halfway in, but I didn’t think I could just shower at your place, so I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me.  Can I come back once I’m all cleaned up?” “Of course you can!  You’re welcome here any time.” “Thanks ma.  I’ll come back to eat some dinner with you.  I hope you like the new flowers I planted for you.”

-Toriel smiled, not having a single doubt in her mind that this was anything but an act of kindness.  Besides, as far as Toriel knew, Alex hadn’t a clue what lay beneath those golden flowers. Alex never hinted at it, never gave it away, and that’s how she planned to keep it.-  “I love you mom.  I’ll see you later.” “I love you too.  Call me when you get home, okay?” “I will.”

-What’s done is done.  Alex retuned to make that lonely stride down the dungeon and soon the bleak whiteness of the snowy forest just beyond.  All the while, Alex hoping, praying to a god she didn’t believes in that this would be the last time, or at the very least, a breakthrough, something, anything new would show to keep her going.  She didn’t know how much longer she could keep going like this.  She needed this, a push, a shove…  She needed more determination.  Currently, she was running on fumes.

Heavy stone gates opened to let in a flood of light and brisk, cool air.  Alex felt the frozen wind burn against her face as she left the ruins behind.  Her mind was set at ease for the time being, the silence and serenity of the winter wonderland calming her.  Will she get any sleep tonight this time? There was so much more to do and it made her restless.  Well, she supposed she never had any real trouble getting to sleep.  It’s staying asleep that tormented her.  Those horrid nightmares, the things she would see at night…

They were a never ending reminder of what she’s done, that this was all because of her.  That’s okay, though.  Alex had a, ah… a ‘remedy’ to help her with that.  If she drank enough of it, she would not remember much of the previous night, and her dreams would be a bleak black abyss of nothingness.  She’s grown rather fond of it.  It runs in the family, after all.

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