#I told you she's been active today. Her muse is LOUD and is sitting directly on my desk and blocking my work.

[toasteaa]

Struck with an art idea so vivid of Neuvillette and Eclair fighting side by side.

Suddenly hit with the knowledge that Eclair’s water gun is absolutely nothing compared to Neuvillette's super soaker 9000.

[choices-betch]

Lost on You (Mona x MC): Chapter II

Book: Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance Pairing: Mona x MC Warnings: Just cursing. Chapter Description: Mona and Lexi come face to face with the realities of past and present. Notes: I feel like this story is going to be longer than 4 parts, but I have commitment issues so I’m not going to sell my soul to specifics. It’ll be as long as it is lol thank you to all who liked/commented/reblogged my other stories! It’s so validating and drives me to want to write more❤️ let me know if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

Tags:  @maxwellsquidsuit @scarlet-letter-a0114 @whoinvitedalx @zoe6111 @pauclaws

Chapter Song: oh my god - Ida Maria

Chapter II: The only thing to do was go

Lexi laid in bed, staring at her closet...the one housing the yet to be opened mystery gift. It’d been two weeks and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, but some part of her was afraid to open it. She had been plagued by all the possibilities from the moment she thought she saw a glimpse of Mona at her graduation, but it was impossible. Then she came home to the gift, and it created a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She didn’t know why; she’d been waiting years for Mona to do some sort of grand gesture, but a bigger part of her was scared about finding that it wasn’t from her. Realistically, how in the hell would she have gotten a gift and handwritten tag from prison? So instead, she avoided.

With a sigh, she threw her covers off and headed to the shower. After getting ready for the day (and another few glances at the gift), she grabbed her belongings and headed out the door, unsure of where she was going but knowing she needed to be away from the reminders that plagued her. She wandered aimlessly down the streets, lost in thought.

It had been a weird two weeks. She’d had positives, of course; graduating, spending some time with her Dad and Riya (who had to do a same day trip due to work). But she’d also slept with a complete stranger then ghosted in the middle of the night to have a complete meltdown, gotten repeatedly, deliriously drunk alone and swiped right on one too many people she regretted in the mornings, and, as always, she was broke and still unemployed. Only now she didn’t have the excuse of being a student.

As Lexi’s existential pondering continued, she ended up downtown, heading into a coffee shop. After six years of an intensive combined law degree program plus volunteer work, she was fairly certain her insides functioned solely on caffeine at this point. She ordered her usual and headed over to the bar to wait, still distracted by questions of when her life became so complicated again. For years things had been slow, predictable. Boring, Lexi mused internally, her brows furrowing. She was beginning to sense a theme of self-destruction when the waters were too calm that hadn’t emerged in years.

Lexi’s name was called at the counter and she grabbed her drink, thanking the barista with a small smile. Right as she turned toward the exit, she came face to face with none other than Jordan.

God, she thought internally as she stared at Jordan wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. Could this day get any worse?

—-

Mona leaned against a tall magnolia tree, scrolling idly through her phone. She looked up every so often, both ensuring she was safely hidden and to give her a good line of vision, but she’d been standing there for at least twenty minutes and was restless.

“This is stupid,” she grunted to herself with a sigh, putting her phone away and folding her arms across her chest. Why was she even here? When she was about to be released she told herself she wasn’t looking back, and that included Lexi. But then she got that stupid letter which forced her to acknowledge that she had hadn’t let go, and that was infuriating. Mona prided herself on not getting attached, on being able to cut out and start over on a whim, and out of nowhere a stupid 18 year old girl messed it all up.

Mona snapped into focus as she saw said stupid 18 year old girl walking down the street, except now she was an educated, 24 year old woman. And still damn gorgeous, Mona mused. Her eyes followed Lexi’s path until there was a safe enough distance to tail her, then Mona set off in the same direction. Mona was fully aware of the creep factor in her behavior, but she justified it by telling herself she was just making sure she was safe; that she was happy. Whatever that meant, at least.

Mona continued walking behind her, growing increasingly irritated at the lack of awareness Lexi had of her surroundings. Mona could have easily grabbed her on so many corners and nobody would have been the wiser, but Lexi always was far too trusting of others’ intentions and naively confident in her ability to defend herself.

As Lexi approached a coffee shop, Mona stood a few stores down, debating on risking being seen in the coffee shop. After Lexi didn’t come out for almost ten minutes, she thought fuck it and gathered her hair, pulled her hood over her head and placed shades on her face before walking in. Thankfully it was moderately full, so she stood out less. Mona ordered an espresso under another alias, scanning the room for Lexi’s face. She found her sitting at a table with another woman, her eyebrows furrowed just slightly as she chewed on the corner of her lip.

Mona grabbed her coffee and sat at a table in the back corner, blowing on it as she watched the profiles of the two women across the shop. Mona had to laugh at herself. It was almost comical how she continued to allow herself to get in giant messes despite spending her every waking moment not getting involved with anything that wouldn’t directly benefit her. And yet here she was. Former her would have risen from the dead to kick her ass.

Mona continued observing and narrowed her eyes, watching Lexi laugh with a bashful look, tucking her hair behind her ear. She remembered that look. It was a look Lexi frequently got around her. Mona frowned; what the hell was she doing? Who had she turned into that she was following a kind-of-ex around in an effort to “check up”? When the hell did she start giving a shit? Thoroughly irritated, Mona grabbed her espresso and hastily exited the shop, pulling off her hood as she got outside and made her way literally anywhere else but there.

—-

Lexi sat across from Jordan at a table in the cafe, wondering why of all places did she have to walk into this coffee shop. She didn’t want to do this now, or ever really, but she supposed she owed Jordan this much.

“So..” Lexi started, fumbling with her cup as a distraction.

“So…” Jordan repeated, “wanna tell me why you bailed?”

“Not really,” Lexi stated bluntly, her eyes widening as she realized she said that out loud. “Sorry...it’s just…”

“Complicated?”

Lexi grimaced and shrugged slightly. “Kind of.”

“Well, lucky for you I am the queen of complicated, so I probably have a solution to your problem.”

Lexi smirked against her will, chewing on her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she contemplated the offer. She hadn’t been able to talk to anyone about it, really. Riya didn’t ever fully understand the complexities of her actions back then, nor the impact of the relationships she formed. It was an unspoken rule that she didn’t speak to her dad about it after she wasn’t needed anymore.

“Were you the secret love child of a handsome Romanian prince and a commoner mother and therefore your ideas of love are completely fucked?”

Lexi stared at Jordan in confusion then snorted in laughter, covering her mouth. “How many cheesy romance novels have you read in your life?”

“I had to suffer through my mother’s recollection of her Norah Roberts books,” she joked. “Nah but seriously, what’s the deal?”

Lexi started to reply when a flash of black caught her eye. Her stomach and face fell simultaneously, her immediate thought wandering to Mona. She had absolutely no reason to think that could possibly be her, but something in her gut…

“Lexi? You okay?”

Lexi shook herself out of her thoughts and immediately began grabbing her things. “Yeah...yeah, sorry, I...I have to go. I’m so sorry. I’ll...I’ll talk to you later, I swear.”

Lexi ran out of the coffee shop, leaving a bewildered Jordan behind. She looked around frantically, panic building in her chest. What the hell is wrong with me? She walked briskly to the corner of the street, looking every which way again for a figure in black to no end. Lexi snarled in frustration, startling a few people passing her at the corner. She ran her hands down her face and focused on her breathing to gain composure, then headed back home. Clearly she was not meant to be out today.

—-

Mona had no idea where she was headed when she left the coffee shop in a hissy fit, but eventually she stopped walking and caught her breath, scowling at how out of shape she was. TV always made prison look so much more active.

With a heavy sigh she once again questioned what in the goddamn hell she was doing. She came all the way to Oklahoma to see Lexi graduate, cryptically left a gift on her doorstep, tailed her on and off for weeks, and now what? She was just going to take off because six years later Lexi wasn’t spending every waking moment thinking of her? That’s what Mona wanted, right? For Lexi to forget her?

Mona scoffed and shook her head at herself, then pulled up directions to Lexi’s address. She was acting like a little bitch, and Mona did not bitch out of things. With a new determination she headed toward Lexi’s place, hoping she’d beat her there.

As luck would have it, Mona did beat her there. She perched on Lexi’s doorstep and scrolled through her phone for distraction. Mona never was one for patience, but she was sick of having loose ends.

It didn’t take long for footsteps to approach. Lexi was distracted with her keys, not paying attention to her surroundings, as usual.

“How did you survive 24 years without falling into a manhole?” Mona blurted before rolling her eyes at herself. Real fucking smooth. Lexi dropped her keys and looked up, startled, then the color slowly drained from her face. “Jesus,” Mona muttered, standing up and dusting off her pants. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Haven’t I?” Lexi whispered hoarsely, staring at Mona in shock. How was this possible? Had Lexi gone full on psychotic? Was this a hallucination? Lexi rushed forward without thinking and stomped on Mona’s foot roughly, causing Mona to curse loudly.

“The fuck was that for? Goddamn,” Mona hissed, nursing her foot.

“Making sure I wasn’t going crazy…” Lexi trailed off, the shock of seeing Mona in front of her not having worn off enough to realize the hysteria of her actions.

“I think that ship has sailed, sweetheart,” Mona snorted, still grimacing in pain. “You planning on letting me in? I think I need to elevate my foot thanks to you.”

Lexi stared at her, baffled. Was she serious? For weeks Lexi had thought she was completely losing it, seeing glimpses of what she thought was only her subconscious desires in random places, and now she shows up like nothing? Like the last six years hadn’t happened?

Lexi picked up her keys, still stunned, and unlocked her door, leaving it open behind her as she headed toward her couch and sank down. Mona followed suit, closing the door behind her and sitting a safe distance from Lexi on the couch. Mona took in her surroundings, immediately spotting multiple familiar drawings displayed around the space. If she were a good person she wouldn’t have felt some sort of pride in that, but she never was one for taking the moral high road.

“What are you doing here?” Lexi asked, breaking the silence.

Mona paused, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mona?”

“Ooh, when’d you get a potty mouth?” Mona teased with a wink. “Hot.”

Lexi’s eyes flashed and Mona smirked, lifting her hands up in a peace offering. She sighed heavily,

“I don’t know, okay? I got your letter and...I guess I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get shot for nothing and you hadn’t ruined your life. Again.”

Lexi gave her a dubious look. “And you couldn’t have done that in a response to the hundreds of letters I sent?”

“Writing isn’t really my forte,” Mona replied with a shrug.

“But leaving unidentified boxes on people's’ doorstep is.”

“Ah yeah, how’d you like it?” Mona inquired with a grin.

“I didn’t open it!” Lexi screeched, throwing her hands in the air. She felt like she was completely losing her mind.

“Well that’s rude,” Mona teased, leaning back. Lexi stared at her wild eyed.

“It’s absolutely infuriating that you’re so calm. You know that, right?”

Mona shrugged. “It’s a special talent.”

Lexi’s nostrils flared as her jaw clenched in anger. If ever she had wanted to smack someone into the next century...

Mona looked away and covered her mouth by pretending to scratch under her nose to avoid further triggering Lexi. She was really trying here, but it was difficult to take her seriously when her face looked like that.

“What do you want me to say, Lexi?” Mona sighed. “I didn’t come here to rehash history—“

“Then why. did. you. come. here.” Lexi interrupted, gaze intense. Mona stared back at her, all traces of humor gone from her face.

“I told you, I wanted to see that I didn’t go to prison for nothing,” Mona replied through gritted teeth. Clearly Lexi didn’t lose her annoying persistence over the years.

“Bull,” Lexi retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Be honest or get out.”

“Because I still give a shit, okay?” Mona yelled, her face screwed up into a scowl. “Though I’m really questioning why at this point in time.”

“Why now?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I’ve spent the last six years of my life writing to a ghost, Mona. I’ve gotten nothing from you, and I’ve just been...stuck for years, and then you show up and want to chat it up like it’s nothing? I don’t understand you!” 

After a tense moment of silence, Mona responded quietly. “I don’t have the answers you’re looking for, Lexi. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m here now.”

Lexi didn’t know how much time had passed since she got home; it could have been ten minutes or three hours, but she was exhausted. Mona took Lexi’s silence as her cue to leave; she wasn’t going to grovel. She said what she came to say, saw what she needed to see, and that was that. She stood up, running her hands up and down her thighs to get some feeling back in them before turning to stare at Lexi intently.

“Look, do what you want with the gift. Keep it, burn it, use it to wipe your ass. I don’t care. Talk to me, or don’t. But stop straddling the lines for once. Make a decision. You have to take a chance on something eventually.”

With that, Mona dropped a slip of paper on the couch - unbeknownst to Lexi - and left, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Lexi sat curled up on the couch in a daze, losing track of time as she got lost in her thoughts. What had Mona meant? Lexi reflected on the last six years of her life, trying to connect the dots; trying to see how many chances she had missed out on, how many times she had held herself back for one reason or another, and she came to the sudden realization that Mona was right. Even after all these years, Lexi still couldn’t figure out what she wanted; always stuck between the past and present, what she knew and what she wanted but never fully invested in anything.

Lexi stood and started toward her bed, but a flash of white in her peripheral caused her to do a double take. A scrap of paper laid where Mona sat. Lexi eyed it for a moment before curiosity got the best of her. She walked to the couch and grabbed it, unfolding it cautiously to find what she assumed to be the name and address of a bar scribbled inside.

Lexi bunched the paper in her hands, standing still for a moment before walking to her closet. She took a deep breath before grabbing the box from the shelf. She sat on her couch and slowly took the lid off, her breath catching as she looked at the contents. She pulled it out, her fingers running down the plastic protecting the cover of a first edition print of On The Road by Jack Kerouac. Her eyes welled with tears and she closed them, memories flooding back to her.

“God‍‍, do you ever do anything outside of school?” Mona said with exasperation as she entered the game room in the garage, plopping down on the couch next to Lexi and eyeing Lexi’s book. “I mean, aside from jacking luxury cars.”

Lexi rolled her eyes and smirked. “This is purely for fun, rest assured.”

“Nerd,” Mona teased, throwing her feet up on the arm of the couch and resting her head on Lexi’s lap. Lexi paused, blinking at her a few times as Mona grinned in response.

“Uh...do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Mona quipped, settling in further. “Hey, you’re pretty comfortable.”

“Thanks,” Lexi replied sarcastically and rolled her eyes, as if her heart wasn’t beating double time at the contact. Comfortable silence ensued as Lexi went back to reading, Mona still resting her head on Lexi’s lap as she stared at the ceiling.

“Why that book for pleasure?” Mona questioned. Lexi sighed softly, thanking for a moment before shrugging.

“I guess...freedom? I don’t know. I felt trapped for so long. Like I had no idea what I was doing or what my life was supposed to be about. It was nice to escape...to think about exploring what life has to offer, being spontaneous, careless...”

“More careless than being involved in a street gang?” Mona retorted with a raised brow. Lexi flicked Mona’s hair teasingly, earning her a scowl in response. Silence enveloped the room once again and Mona closed her eyes as Lexi went back to reading. Mona hesitated a moment, second guessing self-disclosure as she always did, but maybe she wasn’t as safe as she thought.

“It’s one of my favorites, too.”

Lexi held the book to her chest for a moment before placing the book back inside the box and setting it on her coffee table. She jumped up, walked determinedly to her closet and began grabbing clothes; she was going to be spontaneous and carefree without reservation for once.

[guitypleasure052016]

Expecting

Prompt: You’re married to Kozik and you’re Tig’s twin sister. You find out you’re pregnant and you don’t know who you’re more scared to tell.

Requested by: @cherieann-2001

You woke up for the third time today rushing into the bathroom to avoid throwing up on your freshly washed sheets and comforter. You’d already run two loads of laundry because you were literally puking on everything. You cursed your co worker who shared your cubicle and who’d been out sick the entire previous week. You were sure that bitch had given you her stomach bug and it was kicking your ass. Everything made you nauseous and you couldn’t keep anything down. You had taken off work to rest but you were getting very little due to the fact that you were constantly running back and forth to the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth to get the disgusting taste out of your mouth. You trudged back into your bedroom and collapsed on your bed letting out a loud groan.

 Suddenly you heard a voice call out from the other room, “Y/N”, your husband called. 

“In here”, you groaned. You were surprised you hadn’t heard Kozik’s bike when he pulled up but then again you could barely hear anything over the sound of you vomiting up your lunch of saltines and the tiniest scoop of peanut butter. 

“Baby, what the hell?” Your husband exclaimed as he took in the sight of you. Due to the fact that you’d been puking all day, you were wearing your largest comfiest pair of grey sweatpants, a large marines corps t shirt, two mismatched fuzzy socks, and your hair was pulled up in a bun on top of your head out of the line of fire. You were laying flat on your back hoping that if you didn’t move then maybe your stomach would settle. You quickly pulled a blanket over your head, not wanting him to see what a mess you looked like. Kozik slipped his kutte off of his shoulders, placing it on top of your dresser and sat down on the bed next to you. He tried to pull the blanket off of your head but you had a firm grip and were determined not to let him see you in your current state. 

“Please baby, come on let me see you. I need to make sure you’re ok”...DEAD SILENCE…”don’t make me tickle you babe” , he warned. 

You immediately ripped the blanket off of your head and shot a death glare at your husband warning him “If you touch me I will puke ALL over you”. Kozik chuckled and brushed his hand across your face, resting his hand on your forehead, feeling if it was warm. 

“Hmmm, no fever. What’s going on baby? You’re clearly not doing ok”, your husband mused‍. 

“I don’t know, but I’ll kill the bitch who made feel like this” you responded while carefully sitting up in bed. 

“Well how about now that you can sit up, we go out to the living room, watch some old movies, and I’ll make you a delicious spread of buttered toast”, your adorable husband suggested. You smiled and wrapped an arm around his neck so he could help you up out of bed. Your feet hit the ground and you immediately knew something was wrong. Before you had much time to think it through, you were interrupted as you lost consciousness and fell to the floor. Thankfully, since you had your arm around Kozik’s neck already, he was able to quickly catch you and lay you back on the bed as he whipped out his cell phone and called an ambulance.

Six hours later found you laying in a hospital bed attached to a lot of tubes, a heart monitor, and a whole bunch of other shit you couldn’t recognize. 

You were exhausted and your head was pounding, half from the passing out and the other half from the bickering going on between Tig and Kozik, your equally angry brother and husband who were trying to figure out who was to blame for this episode and…”exactly why the fuck it’s taking so damn long for someone to help my sister”, Tig shouted into the hallway. Two security guards quickly ran into the room, grabbing for your brother and husband who were not going to go easily. You started yelling yourself and crying in your hospital bed. You were already beyond stressed and couldn’t imagine having to be here by yourself. Thankfully Gemma was nearby getting updated about your condition from Tara and the two women quickly ran into the room in an attempt to calm the situation.

 “Just what the hell is going on here”, Gemma demanded while putting herself directly in between the guards and the sons. Tara ran over to your hospital bed, checking your vitals while calming you down. One of the guards responded 

“We’ve told these guys to calm down too many times to count. They’re causing a scene and are going to have to leave”.

 “No!”,you shouted and began to cry again. Before the guys and the guards could begin arguing again, Tara quickly stepped in and took control of the situation. 

“My name is Tara Knowles, and I’m (Y/N) Kozik’s doctor. She’s still undergoing tests and needs a family member here for moral support. How about Gemma you take Tig home with you? Koz, you can stay here with (Y/N) but you need to calm the hell down. Do you understand?” Kozik mumbled an agreement and before Tig could object, Gemma had her finger pointed directly at his face in warning. Your brother groaned loudly and walked over to your bed, kissing you on the forehead and then skulked out of the room. 

“I want updates every half hour”, he ordered the prospects who were keeping watching outside the door. 

“I’ll take care of your brother, don’t worry baby girl. You just focus on getting better”, Gemma reassured you as she walked over patting your hand and kissing your cheek. Before leaving she hugged your husband and reminded him to send updates and let her know if they needed anything. She nodded at Tara who followed her out the door along with the two security guards, leaving you alone with your husband.

It had been two hours since you’d last seen a doctor and you were absolutely losing it. You still didn’t know what was going on and the longer you waited, the scarier the scenarios in your head became. Kozik tried to distract you and keep things light but you could tell he was scared too. You both breathed a sigh of relief when Tara walked back in and she appeared to be smiling. 

“I think we’ve finally figured out what’s going on”, Dr. Knowles explained, “You see we think you’re experiencing hyperemesis gravidarum. It is a pretty rare condition but it is something that can occur to women during their first trimester espec….”.

 “What do you mean first trimester”, you interrupted. 

“The first trimester of your pregnancy. Were you not aware you were pregnant”, Tara responded. 

“I don’t know about (Y/N), but I sure as hell didn’t know” your husband replied almost dumbfounded, running a hand through his blonde hair. 

“Well you are pregnant (Y/N). You appear to be about 8-9 weeks along and basically what you’re experiencing is a rare and severe form of morning sickness which is why you’ve felt so sick. You passed out because you were severely dehydrated. Now we would like you to stay overnight so that we can run a couple more tests and just so we can make sure both you and baby are doing well. Before you leave I’d like to schedule a follow up appointment for you to meet with both your general practitioner and an OBGYN. I’m going to go check on some other patients but please don’t hesitate if you need me, just call”, Tara explained before leaving you and your husband alone to process the news.

The empty room seemed to be smaller than ever as you felt yourself begin to panic. You didn’t know what to do or how to feel and what was more terrifying is not knowing how Koz was feeling. Of course you both wanted kids and knew they were in your future, now was definitely not a good time. With you starting a new job and the constant drama that was club life, you both were actively trying NOT to get pregnant and were using regular birth control. The longer the silence lasted, the worse your panic became and soon you began to feel the tears pouring out of your eyes and small sobs began to escape your mouth. This seemed to snap your Old Man out of his spell and he quickly rushed over to your side. 

“No, no, no sweetheart please don’t cry”, he pleaded with you as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead.

 “But...but...I don’t know how this happened. We were being so careful and I don’t want you to be mad at me” you choked out between sobs. You felt your husband stiffen as he pulled back from you, moving his arms from behind you and placing his two rough hands on both of your cheeks stroking them gently. 

“(Y/N), do you seriously think I’d be mad at you? Sure we have some logistics to figure out but I’m so happy I promise you sweetheart”, he reassured you. 

“So...so...you want to keep the baby...and me”, you whispered in response, shyly meeting his gaze. Kozik chuckled and kissed you on the nose responding, 

“Of course I do. I got my dream girl pregnant? People are going to be super jealous babe. I’ve got an amazing Old Lady who’s going to be an amazing mother...a MILF at that”. He winked at you and it was your turn to laugh.

 “You’re going to be such an amazing Dad”, you mused.

The next morning rolled around with no further complications so the two of you checked out of the hospital along with a mountain of prenatal vitamins and multiple follow up doctors appointments. Your ever doting old man insisted that you wait while he goes and gets the car. While waiting for him to return you called Gemma to find out where she had gone with your brother. She told you that when the prospects let her know you were getting ready to check out AND could eat again, she had brought Tig over to your house and they were currently in the process of making you breakfast. Well she was cooking while Tig was angrily pacing around the house. You let her know that you would be home soon and as you hung up the phone, you saw your car pull around.

When you finally pulled up to the house, you saw your brother rushing out the front door to come to the car. You shared a smile with your husband before getting out of the car to greet your twin brother. He tried to act calm but due to the fact that you both had the same facial expressions, you could read him like a book. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’ll explain later”, you reassured him. 

“Well that’s good to hear baby sis”, he sighed in relief while pulling you into a bear hug. He chuckled “Now if you do actually have your appetite back, Gem’s cooked you a damn feast in there”. He wrapped one arm around you and grabbed your bag with the other arm and helped you inside. The house smelled like all sorts of deliciousness when you walked in. The matriarch heard you enter and walked out of the kitchen to greet you, shooing the boys and ordering them to set the table. They both groaned in response but knew better than to argue. Gemma wrapped you in a gentle hug and whispered into your ear, 

“Congratulations mama. You’re going to be amazing”. You had figured she would pry the information out of Tara but you didn’t mind, with your mom living out of town you needed some motherly love at the moment. You smiled and thanked her, but you were suddenly distracted by the smells coming from the kitchen. 

Gemma laughed and directed you to the kitchen teasing, “Come on mama, let’s go feed that baby”.

When Tig said that Gemma had cooked a brunch feast, he wasn’t kidding. There was scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, French toast, pancakes, bagels, and lots of other deliciousness. You were chowing down on your second plate, absolutely ravenous after not having eaten for days and besides you were eating for two now. You looked over at your husband who had a big goofy smile on his face. Your brother however was still feeling quite fired up from the whole ordeal and was growing increasingly impatient as to why you all weren’t telling him what was going on. 

“Seriously guys what the fuck happened”, he moaned “Like are you ever gonna tell me. Fucking Smiley over there obviously won’t tell me what’s going on, meanwhile (Y/N)’s just sitting there eating like she’s pregnant or something and...”. 

“That’s because I am pregnant you ginormous idiot”, you interrupted and stormed out of the room.

You didn’t have to even turn around to know that your husband and brother were now physically fighting. You heard a glass break and then you heard Gemma scream at them to cut that shit out or take it outside. When she entered the room alone, you knew they had moved their fight to the backyard. Normally you would try and get them to stop but they needed to get this out of their system. You sat with Gemma who offered you all sorts of advice on motherhood and managing the two goons fighting in the backyard. Eventually Gemma excused herself to head home and left you alone in the living room. About 20 minutes after she left you heard the back door slam and your brother walked into the room looking bloody and rather apologetic. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, and sat down on the couch next to you. 

You looked up at him and asked, “My husband is still alive, correct Alex”? Tig smiles and wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side.

 “Of course he’s still alive”, the curly haired biker chuckled. 

He looked down at you, suddenly becoming very serious. “I don’t like the guy (Y/N), hell we’ll always have our issues but as your brother, it’s my job to protect you which now includes that baby growing inside of you so I can’t take away that baby’s father, no matter how obnoxious he is” your brother spilled. 

Before you could interrupt he continued, “Listen obviously we’ve got a bunch of shit to figure out but I don’t want you to think that I’m going anywhere baby sis. I’m always gonna be here for you”. This was the moment that your husband rejoined the room and sat on the couch on your other side 

“Baby, I know we’ve got a lot of shit to figure out with the baby on the way but this doesn’t mean you’re going to lose either of us not ever”, he consoled you. 

“Am I allowed to talk yet”, you teased the two most important men in your life. “I’ve had plenty of time to think while you two were acting like children outside”, you continued “I get that you two have your issues but when the baby comes, I won’t have you acting like that around him or her”. Both men nodded. 

“I can’t believe it. Damn whether a little boy or girl, a combination of the both of us”, your husband chimed in with a smile. 

“Oh wow can you imagine how much trouble we’d be in with a boy”, you wondered out loud, “Between the club and everything plus he would definitely be a wild child. Alex and I practically drove our parents crazy when we were growing up”. 

Your brother laughed and responded, “Damn right we did (Y/N), but if you have a girl, that’ll be hella time consuming since I’ll have to murder any asshole that looks at her”. 

“I’ll second that”, Kozik called out. You laughed and shook your head, relieved that they were finally getting along. You clapped a hand on both of their knees as you went to stand up. 

“Glad that you can both at least agree on murdering someone other than each other. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna get started on those dishes”. 

“Like hell you are”, your brother shouted while he jumped up from the couch. “I’m gonna go do the dishes while you sit here and relax”, Tig ordered. 

“Yea and while he does that, I’m going to go run a bath for you and then I’ll go pick up your medicine”, your husband told you. He hopped up from the couch, gave you a quick peck on the lips, and ran off to get your bath started. You stood still for a moment while absentmindedly placing your hand on on your belly. You looked at the love of your life as he rushed to pamper you and take care of you. You then looked out at the kitchen at your twin brother and best friend who was scrubbing away at caked on food just so that you wouldn’t strain yourself. You smiled down at your hand resting on your belly and laughed to yourself. This was certainly going to be a crazy adventure, but you were grateful to have your two favorite guys by your side.

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The Air Between Us (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1742

Warnings: “Fluff with a pinch of smut.” One NSFW gif.

Anon asked “Would you be up to no good and write something nice with Bucky and a more plus sizey woman? (Preferably fluff with a pinch of smut).”

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You were going to kill Sam. You were going to kill him slowly. You said yes to a pool party invitation because you trusted him when he told you a certain super soldier would not attend since he hated showing his arm.

But here you were. In your incredibly revealing swimsuit. Swimming 10 feet away from Bucky.

“If looks could kill, Sam would have been dead a thousand times by now.” Natasha splashed some water on you.

“Not in the mood right now.” You splashed more water than you meant at her, apologizing quickly.

“What’s got you in a bad mood? It’s nice out here.” She motioned for Barton to get the both of you drinks.

“The problem is Sam promised Bucky wouldn’t be here. And he is.” You tried whispering to Nat, knowing very well that Bucky could her an ant walking.

And he did. He pretended not to listen, focusing on some story Scott was telling him. But he felt a little hurt at your words. Why didn’t you like him? He never did anything.

“What did the man ever do to you?” She asked, sipping her dry margarita.

“What did he do? Seriously Nat look at him. He’s too much to handle. I can only admire…no touching.” You gulped down your entire drink, failing to notice Bucky’s smirk at hearing your words.

“Why no touching?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Because look at me. I’ve been to some of your parties. Fucking models throw themselves at him. Why would he ever take a second look at me?” You snatched her drink out of her hand and drank it too, making her sigh in annoyance.

“The hell? But you’re so confident all the time. Where is this coming from?”

“I’m confident with people at my level. Not with someone like him. He’s way out of my league.” You asked Barton for another drink but Natasha told him not to bring you anymore.

“How do you know if you never spoke to him?”

“Oh there is no way in hell I can talk to him. He looks at me and I turn into a fucking puddle, mumbling like an idiot.” You failed to noticed Bucky moving closer to you.

Natasha winked at him and asked for Steve to come in the pool.

“Hello ladies.” Bucky swam too close to you, making you feel slightly uncomfortable.

“H-hi.” Your response was barely audible.

“What’s up?” Steve dove in and swam towards Nat.

“Shoulder wars?”

“Alright but are you prepared to lose again?” Steve turned toward Natasha but she stopped him.

“I’m partnering up with you this time.”

“Whatever happened to-” Natasha kicked him and pointed towards you and Bucky with her eyes, making Steve nod in understanding.

“Wait then who am I going to be w-AHHHH WHAT THE HELL WHO’S-” You were carried on someone’s shoulder immediately, gasping in horror when you saw who it was who carried you.

“You ready to beat those kids doll?” Bucky put his hair back and held your thighs, making you shiver at the cold arm which was rising higher and higher as he looked at you.

“Umm you-I think…wait no Bucky I’m too heavy for you!” You tried to come up with anything so he can let you down but he laughed at your excuse.

“You forgetting I’m a super soldier darlin?” When you kept on staring at him, he winked at you and moved forwards.

“Ready?” Steve asked and you knew you had two people to kill now.

With no warning, Natasha started pushing you. The fight went on for almost five minutes, with Bucky trying to kick Steve and telling you you were doing a good job.

You almost won though. But the moment Bucky held onto your waist, the moment you faltered and Natasha successfully pushed you off his back. You hit your head on one of the steps of the pool, making you cry out in pain.

“Fuck Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t know we moved that far.” Steve was apologizing and you told them you were ok.

“I just need an icepack that’s all. Be back in a minute.”

“No you can’t walk like that let me help.” Bucky replied, carrying you out of the pool, still dripping, into his room.

“Just sit…I’ll be back in a sec.” It happened so fast that you just nodded. You were in his room. Why did he bring you to his room? It’s such a private place.

You were so invested in wondering why he was so open all of a sudden, you hissed in pain when he put the ice pack on your head.

“Fuck ow ow ow that h-hurts!” He was on his knees in front of you and pushed you towards him so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t move. Let me see.” He placed his hand on your neck and lowered your head. You were engulfed by Bucky, your breath hitching when his hand was massaging your neck.

“Sorry doll. That was my fault. I should’ve noticed how close we were to the stairs.” He placed the ice pack back on your head.

“No you should’ve kept your hands to yourself instead of grabbing my waist.” The words left your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

Your head shot up, embarrassed at what you just said. He looked at you, smiling at your admittance.

“Do you not like my hand on you doll?” He smiled and you hated how he was playing with you.

“T-that’s not what I said. I just meant that…you should’ve…when we-” He was leaning closer and closer, making your brain forget how to form a proper sentence.

You felt his breath on your lips, his eyes gazing directly into your soul.

“What made you think I wouldn’t take a second glance at you?” His hands started descending, making you shiver at the contact.

“W-what?” You were in a daze you didn’t even recognize what he was saying.

“What makes you think I’m outta your league sugar?”

You finally registered what he said, tilting your head backwards and looking at him.

“Y-you heard me?” You wished the earth would just swallow you up in that moment.

“Super soldier remember?” He smiled at you again, making you forget everything in the world.

“I just assumed…look I’m not gonna lie you’re a gorgeous man and I just thought that you wouldn’t look at-” He cut you off before you could say anything, molding his lips with yours, rendering you speechless once more.

He stood up slowly, pushing you back on his bed and laying on top of you, his hands roaming everywhere at once. You imagine this moment a million times but it never occurred to you that his hands would feel so good.

You had to breathe at a point so you pushed him back a little, your eyes still shut.

“Y/N you’re beautiful. So beautiful that it took everything in me to not rip that swimsuit the moment you walked in today. Fuck I had get in the pool just so I hid this.” He rolled his hips against your hot core, making you moan at how good the friction felt.

He started laying kisses down your neck, holding tight on your hips.

“Don’t even get me started on how fuckin good it felt when I carried you. Those thighs…fuck they do things to a man sugar.” You were at a loss for words. He actually liked you.

“B-bucky.” Your breathing picked up the second he spread your thighs and looked at you. Before you could even beg for more, he rolled down the bottom of your bikini, and attacked your pussy, humming in response to your moans.

“Gah B-bucky d-don’t stop.” He hummed again, shooting a new feeling through your body.

“Wasn’t plannin on it darlin.” He smiled when his voice sent shocks through your dripping pussy. You grabbed his hair, attempting to bring him closer to you.

“F-fuck your tongue is-” He sucked hard on your clit, making you arch your back, letting out a particularly loud moan.

You were so close. So so close. But he stopped all of a sudden.

You were so out of it, too lazy to raise your head and look at why he stopped.

But your eyes shot wide open once you felt something on your hot core. Looking down, you saw Bucky’s eyes, full of lust, staring at your cunt, rolling an ice cube around your clit while placing another one a little higher.

“Look at you…all desperate to get off. You like this Y/N?” He looked at you, making you gasp at how much he was thoroughly enjoying this. His pupils were dilated, barely any blue left in them.

He kept on rolling the ice cube around until it melted. Taking the other one in his mouth, he rolled it around his tongue and attacked your lips again, making you scream this time around. His tongue was so hot but so cold at the same time. Flattening it out against your pussy, he sucked as hard as he could.

“Come for me Y/N. I wanna feel you come all over my face.”

And that was it. You came so hard you were sure you saw stars.

He slowly stopped, rolling up your bikini bottom once more and laying next to you, relishing how beautiful you looked after your activities.

“So…now do you believe me?” He asked, smiling at your humming in agreement.

“Honestly doll, you have no idea how pretty you look right now. All breathless and ready to be ravished again.” You slowly opened your eyes and looked at him.

“Nat was right. This swimsuit was good after all.” You chuckled.

“Definitely my favorite.” He replied.

“W-why?”

“Cuz you look like a dame going to the beach in the 40s. Brings back memories.” He leaned down and kissed you again. Sitting up, he motioned for you to get out with him.

“Why?” You whined at him.

“Because we were gone for far too long. Promise I’ll take ya out.”

“I’ll hold you on that offer soldier.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning around and looking at you.

“What? What did I say?”

“Fuck it.” He slammed the door and locked it, pushing you back on his bed again.

You just had to call him soldier didn’t you?