#but my mom gave her a mug to use tonight and it was the one my sister got me last christmas that has they/them/theirs on it

[two-bats]

so potentially got outed to my shithead uncle's girlfriend tonight??

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖 ║ ❝𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐡❞

(A/n) ➳ I’m back at writing! I thank those who gave me advice that helped me with my writer’s block. Hopefully I can keep a schedule and I thank those who waited! Thank you all!  

Word Count ➳ 1.3k 

Content Warnings ➳ Alcohol use, drug trafficking, mentions of baby trapping, swearing, mentions of toxic friend group dynamic, threats of violence...  

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DARYL WAS PULLED IN A HUG WHILE ANOTHER MAN PATTED HIS BACK. 

Andrea brought the glass of cheap liquor to her lips as she eyed Daryl conversing with the group of men. She wouldn’t say he was friendly with them but seemed to be coworkers of some kind.  

“Are you seein’ this?” Andrea asked Amy who quickly agreed with her.  

Amy pulled her phone up to take a photo. “(Y/n)’s gotta see this-”  

Andrea snatched the phone out of her hands. “Jus’ cause he’s talkin’ to some guys doesn’t make it suspicious. You need hard evidence.”  

“Like what?”  

“Watch.”  

Andrea kept her distance as she maneuvered past people, nearly getting a drink spilled on her when she was pushed by a dancing couple. She blended into the background as she came closer to Daryl and his friends.  

She observed his interactions with the other patrons, noticing how he kept glancing around, as if he was expecting someone. He then leaned into a man, like a hug and passed something into his pocket and shook his hand.  

She could only see them whispering to each other until Daryl turned around at hand gasping his shoulder.  

It was Merle, he leaned in. “How much do you get this month?” He asked, taking the wad of cash from Daryl’s pocket.  

“Less, cops been ‘round.” Daryl again looked around. “And one might be pokin’ their nose where it don’ belong.”  

“I told you not to get involved with that woman.” Merle commented, counting the cash. “Look at you now.”  

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”  

Merle chuckled, putting the cash into his back pocket. “She ain’t gonna stay for you, tie ‘er down or somethin’. From the way you talk ‘bout her, she’d make a good mom.”  

“Ya can’t-” 

“Leah called again, need you for the next run.”  

“Did ya not hear me?”  

“The hell the cops gonna do? They got nothin’.” Merle laughed, ignoring Daryl. “The guy needs his money, some shit ‘bout his wife.” Rolling his eyes, he was annoyed, getting pushed to do more and more work while their boss gets most of their earnings.  

“He needs ‘em now?”  

Merle shrugged, coming to the bar and ordering a drink for them both. “Friday.” Two days from now. “You goin’ be meetin’ with her-” 

Daryl waved him off, remembering the place. It wasn’t like he was the one bringing the shipment to her every time Merle was ordered to do it himself. Daryl walked to the bar, easily drowning the shot given to him. 

He just needed to stick it out for a few more runs then he could be free. Free from his brother, free from this mess, he can finally go back to you without everything haunting his mind.  

“Another.” He demanded. He wasn’t going to be able to make home sober tonight. He huffed, taking out his phone. He pressed on your contact, bring the phone to his ear as he took his shot. It rang a few times before you answered.  

“Daryl? What is that sound?” 

“At some bar.” He responded. 

“Are you alright? You sound drunk- please don’t tell me you’re drunk.” 

“I’ll be drunk soon, darlin’.” 

He heard you sigh over the phone. “Send me your address, I’ll pick you up.”  

“Yer too kind.” He chuckled. 

“Jus’... Jus’ don’t drink too much.”  

“Yeah.” 

He threw his head back as he took the shot, groaning as the burning sensation went down his throat, clouding his mind as the more shots he took, the more the alcohol influenced him.  

What Daryl remembered was slumped over the bar and then pushed into a car that smelled fresh. Your voice filled his mind as you spoke to him to keep him awake. God, the way you took care of him made him relax.  

You sat in your recliner, legs crossed as you held a mug of coffee. You watched Daryl’s chest rise and fall, keeping close as it was becoming noon.  

He had passed out the second he hit your couch, and you were too worried about him to sleep so you stayed awake.  

Your phone had buzzed for the hundredth time for this day. It was a string of text messages coming from Shane, begging you to think twice about Daryl.  

You were disappointed in Shane. You knew he was rash, but you didn’t think he’d react this way when he was rejected.  

You have no idea what the hell you’re doing 

You could hear him say it, repeatedly. It played like a song that you wanted out of your head. It was annoying, frustrating, and somewhat depressing.  

“Ya should really block him.” Daryl’s hoarse voice made you snap your head up and see him awake. He rubbed his eyes as he grumbled. “That coffee?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Hand it over.” He weakly demanded, it made you laugh and hand it over with ease.  

“Glad to see you alive.” You got up, stretching your legs. “I was thinkin’ I might have to take you to the hospital with the number of shots you took.” 

“That’s what work does to ya.” He responded, taking a large gulp of the coffee as he slowly sat up. “Still haven’t answered ma question.”  

“Don’t worry about me, Dixon. I'll make some food for you.” 

“No, sit down.” 

“Daryl you’re hungover-” 

“Sit.” He pushed your throw pillow on the ground, having you sit next to him. “Ya don’ block ‘im ‘cause yer worried, ain’t ya?” 

“...I never seen him act like this before. Yes, I’m worried ‘bout him. He's texting me every minute!” You explained, feeling your chest tighten as your voice wavered. “Then Lori! And Rick! Who’s next? Carl?!”  

“It’s ‘cause of me.”  

“Please Daryl, it’s not you. It ain’t your fault.” You immediately reacted, grabbing his shoulders. “I jus’ realized that my place in that group wasn’t as a friend but a prop. They knew I didn’t have much around me and used it to their advantage. If I disagreed with someone then the rest turned against me. I'm better off with Amy, Andrea, and you.”  

“Yer gonna regret it.” 

“I can promise you now that I won’t.” You retorted. You then sighed, laying back. “Let’s stop talkin’ ‘bout this. I seriously need a smoke.” 

“I got some in ma bag.” Daryl looked around, his eyebrows furrowed when he didn’t see around him. 

“It’s in my car.” You replied, pushing yourself up to grab your shoes and keys. “Your brother was kind enough to get your ass in my car and bring your bike.” 

“Merle?”  

“Yeah, met him I pulled up. Why? Is something wrong?” 

“Nah. It’s nothing.” You nodded and left, leaving Daryl sitting on the couch.  

As he took another sip from the mug, Daryl’s phone rang. He glanced at his phone briefly but didn’t bother to check the caller ID as he flipped open his phone, assuming it was his brother. 

“Merle.” Daryl answered, rather annoyed.  

“Daryl, my man!” His voice boomed though the phone, all cocky and charming as usual. “How’s my favorite deliver boy doin’ today?” 

The voice on the other end wasn’t Merle’s. It was Negan Smith. Daryl’s heart dropped as he recognized him. 

His voice made Daryl’s stomach churn. If he remembered correctly, the delivery was for friday, tomorrow and any call from Negan was never good news.  

“What do ya want, Negan?” 

“There’s been a change of plans. We’ve got an emergency and I need the damn goods by midnight. Tonight.”  

“We had a deal-!”  

“Fuck the deal, Dixon.” Negan's tone shifted suddenly, becoming serious. “You’ve got until midnight. Don't make me come lookin’ for you. We all remember what happened last time you were late.” 

With that, Negan hung up, leaving Daryl staring at his phone in disbelief. He threw his phone and held the scream he wanted to let out, but he held his head in his hands.  

He had until midnight... Failure wasn’t an option. 

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[neo404]

can you do dad!nick x male reader? i don't care what is it, anything will do!

Stay at home dad! Nick.

Summary: stay at home shenanigans of Nick.

Once your baby entered your lives, they made a 360 degree turn. Nick had to plan ahead for meetings and videos, which wasn’t that easy but was way easier than having a job where you aren’t your boss. So, the both of you decided that Nick would stay at home taking care of your baby while you work the 9 to 5 from Monday to Friday.

Nick is a good dad, a dad that did all the research on internet about how to take care of a baby before they arrived. A dad that made long facetimes with his mom with a notebook and pen besides him to annotate every single tip and trick she gave him. A dad that will call his brothers for help because he can’t find the control remote of the tv, give the baby a bath and cook dinner at the same time. A dad that watches the baby sleep on the couch worried that he might turn on his sleep. A dad that tries not to cry when looking at his baby for too long.

He is a good dad, and he is a great husband too. When you arrive home dinner is always on its way (most of the time is delivery, but at least it’s your favorite). He will greet you with a kiss on the lips, helping you take out your coat and putting it on the rag.

‘’How are you, honey?’’

‘’Exhausted!’’

‘’Really? Tell me about your day.’’

‘’You won’t believe it. Our little angel decided to wake up right after you left and…’’

Nick is the type of dad that holds back his tears when he sees you and your baby sleeping on the couch, one hand on the babies back while they lay on your chest, your shirt stained with her saliva. He instead takes a picture with his phone and sits besides you playing with your hair.

Nick is the type of dad who will go to talks for ‘new parents’ and be nervous to see the room full of mothers and their babies. Nick is the type of dad who talks to these moms proudly about his husband and his pretty girl.

Nick is the type of dad to buy lots of clothes for the baby. A lot of dresses, shirts, onesies, hats, socks. Every item of clothing the baby has it, she might have more clothes than bot of you. He loves the type of clothe with silly prints of them (like animals or dinosaurs, also loves the ones with Disney or Bluey characters).

He will try to deny it, but he loves the ‘best dad’ kind of gifts. It can be a shirt or a mug, this man will roll his eyes when he sees the gift and say its corny but he will use the item 24/7.

Nick loves to read stories to his baby, also loves to sing to her. Is very shy when he sees that you are leaning on the doorframe looking at them with a smile on your face.

Nick is the type of dad to be very protective of his baby, when she starts walking and being more curious, he will have at least 5 heart attacks per day. And don’t even get me started on going out to the park, Nick would be behind the baby at every moment making sure she doesn’t fall or trip.

Nick is the type of dad who has a folder filled with photos of his baby and husband on his phone, but also has an album of instant pictures on the living room.

‘’Yes?’’

‘’My handsome husband.’’

‘’What did you do?’’

‘’I can’t call you now that you assume I need something? How rude, more film, I need more film for the camera haha. I love you, I will cook your favorite tonight, thank you, bye.’’

Sigh

Nick is the type of that adopts a dog so the baby and the doggy can grow up together.

Nick loves the weekends because you don’t have to work, so the three of you snuggle on the couch while watching a movie. Or the three of you cook together, of clean the house together, or sleep together. Anything, the weekends are always time for the three of you, one baby on the hip and one loving husband on the other arm.

Also, Nick will beg you to have another kid when the baby is no longer baby and is a toddler. ‘’She needs a sibling; she will feel alone. Believe me, I don’t know what I will do without the stupid crazy bitches of my brothers.’’ And who can say no to his pout and pleading eyes? So, the adoption process of the next member of the family starts.

[gracev0609]

Giving & Receiving

A Josh X Danny X Reader story.

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, Polyamorous couple, m/m, f/m, explicit sexual material, possessiveness, angst, pregnancy, breeding, asshole Danny, angelbaby Josh.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll get horny 😉

This can be read individually, but some things mentioned are referencing previous fics. The timeline is in order on my pinned post if you want to catch up.

Word Count: 7K+

You sat in the middle seat of the back of the rental truck conversing with Danny behind the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. The three of you were on a trek from the airport to their hometown of Frankenmuth Michigan, travel had made you weary in the pre holiday bustle, but you were excited to meet your boys families. You knew the Kiszka's and the Wagner's were accepting of your relationship and that helped to calm your nerves.

Danny made the final turn off the highway and into the eccentric little Bavarian town of Frankenmuth. You stared in awe out the window as you saw snow covered shops adorned with Christmas lights, fully ready for the season as we were just a few days away from Thanksgiving. 

A series of text messages came up on the screen that is connected to Danny's phone interrupting the playlist you had been listening to.

"Oh, it looks like my sister is demanding that I get dinner with her tonight. She says it's urgent that we catch up." Danny said with a chuckle," Is that okay with you guys?" He asked, peering over his shoulder between you and Josh.

"Of course it's okay babe, go hang out with her. Don't worry about us. Just have a fun time." You said reaching out and touching his shoulder. Nodding your head towards Josh," I'm sure his family will keep us plenty entertained."

Danny let out a curt laugh, knowing all too well that you were correct, before tapping the message reply button on the screen," Sounds great! We're just getting into town now. Be at Mom and Dad's in about 30. "

Danny pulled the truck into a gravel driveway a little ways out of town. White string lights were wrapped around the wooden porch, along with a lit garland hung above the red front door. A light blanket of snow covering the rooftop visible in the dwindling light. Josh's childhood home looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. 

Josh turned around to face you in his seat, " Welcome to the Kiszka household." A goofy grin spread on his face.

Quickly he jumped out of the truck and opened the door for you as Danny went to the bed and started unloading your suitcases. The three of you followed the pathway up to the front door, snow crunching under your shoes. Josh found the correct key on his keychain and unlocked the front door, " Mom! We're here!" He called into the foyer. Josh slid his vans off and disappeared down the hallway leaving you not knowing where to go and Danny with the suitcases. 

You heard a woman's voice call out," All of my boys under one roof again!"

You turned to Danny and gave him a timid smile, your nerves amping up. 

You heard the same voice ask," Where's Danny and Y/N?"

You followed Danny further into the house, holding onto the hem of his sweater.

You found them in the kitchen, a woman with grey hair embraced Danny first, squeezing her arms around him and swaying him back and forth despite being almost half his height. After welcoming Daniel she turned to you," And you must be Y/N. I'm Karen, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm so happy that you make my baby happy." She turns her head towards Danny," I'm happy that you both do."

Danny told her that he was just dropping off his things and that he'll be back later this evening, he gave you and Josh a quick kiss goodbye before making his way back through the house.

Jake and Sam make their way down the steps as Karen puts a hot mug of coffee in front of you and Josh. Jake dramatically flops down on the kitchen chair next to Josh, obviously comfortable in his mother's home. 

"Just so you know, I've already claimed our room so you guys can stay on the pull out couch in the basement." 

Sam chimes in," Yeah, keep you far away from the rest of us so we don't have to hear-"

" Samuel, for the love of God, and your mother's sanity, don't finish that sentence." Karen interrupts while adding cream to her cup of coffee.

" Okay! Okay. But Joshisloud!" Sam rushed out, eager to embarrass his older brother.

"Jesus Christ Sam!" Josh exclaims cheeks reddening.

Karen takes a sip of her coffee," That's definitely something I didn't need to know."

Josh gets up from the kitchen table," On that note, I'm going to take our suitcases downstairs."

You stand to join him, grabbing your bags and following him to the doorway near the steps. He opens the basement door and clicks on the light as you follow him down the carpeted stairs. Thankfully the basement is finished and warm. You look around the room noting the posters of musicians, bands, and Greta Van Fleet. There are a few instruments in stands in one corner and amplifiers in the other. Across from a big thick flat screen TV, clearly the latest technology from the 2000s, sat a large comfortable looking sofa. Josh set the suitcases down near the amps and went over to the couch easily and successfully flipping it out into a pull out bed. He must have done it thousands of times over the years. Your eyes followed him over to a closet you hadn't yet noticed and he pulled out pillows and blankets and a large comforter. He plopped the linens onto the bed and you grabbed the sheets helping him make up the bed. 

"You know sweetie, I'm not the only one who has a set of lungs," Josh said, fluffing the pillow in his hands," you're not so good at being quiet either."

He set the pillow down grabbing the next one to fluff. " You're probably going to need to bite down on something, aren't you baby?"

A blush crept onto your face," Oh? So you think we're having sex in your parents house? What makes you so sure?"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands sliding down to grip your ass," We'll, for one I find you absolutely irresistible." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his plush lips leaving wet kisses making your heart beat faster and a pulse form in between your legs. 

A choked moan slips out between your lips," And for two?"

He drags his tongue across the sensitive skin right below your ear lobe. 

He rasps in your ear," I can't think of another reason right now baby. Please just let me have you. I haven't had you to myself in so long. Please?"

Nodding your head, your hands find the button on his pants. He lets you fumble for a moment in your haste before he pops the button open for you. Eagerly you slide the zipper down and push the fabric down his hips revealing his already hard cock. He quickly steps out of his clothes and grabs at the spandex fabric of your leggings at your hips, fluidly pulling them from your body. Keeping your tops on to accentuate the haste of your quickie. 

"Gonna have to be quick baby, lay down on the edge of the bed, on your back. I need to taste you." He tells you, guiding you back onto the springy mattress. It creaks under your weight, and your eyes widen knowing that even if the both of you keep quiet, the mattress will surely give you away. 

Josh drops to his knees and pushes your legs wide, spreading you out for him to feast upon. 

You watch his eyes darken as they study your dripping core. 

"All for me lover?" A smirk adorns his mouth. Knowing his words have a double meaning tonight.

"Yeah Joshy, all for you- oh!" You suck in a breath as his warm tongue laps through your folds. You lean back further down onto your elbows and you groan. Josh disconnects from your heat and sits up. His hair is a little wild, and his eyes glassy. He simply raises a single finger in front of his mouth that's glistening from your arousal in the low light as if to shush you. You mutter a soft sorry and he dives back down in between your legs. Taking a grounding deep breath as you lay the rest of the way back onto the mattress and he continues to devour you. The knot in your stomach is quickly getting ready to snap, Josh continues to moan into your heat sending vibrations through your clit. In your haze you notice his arm moving and you realize that he can't help but touch himself as his face is buried in your pussy. You knot your fingers in his curls and yank his head up, and he lets out a pitchy whine," Josh, please, just fuck me already. I need it."

" Okay. Yeah, uh. Here stand up and lean down onto the bed to brace yourself. Hopefully it won't squeak too much." He says as you stand in front of him, he pushes you roughly in between the shoulder blades down towards the mattress. Josh grips his painfully hard cock in his hand and runs the velvety head through your wetness. Simultaneously you both groan at the feeling. After a bit of teasing he finds your entrance and slowly eases in, inch by inch letting you feel all of him. 

A sigh erupts from his chest.

" Pussy's so tight." Josh mutters through gritted teeth.

His hips find a pace just brutal enough to make you squirm, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

"Josh, I'm close." You pant. 

He runs the palm of his hand down your spine," I know baby, I can feel it. Let it go, I've got you. I promise I've got you."

"Josh!" You cry into the pillow at your face.

"Cum Y/N."

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the waves of pleasure crash upon your body. 

" There you go baby, such a good girl. So beautiful. So perfect." He whispers, continuing to fuck you through it. 

As you recover from your orgasm Josh begins to chase his own, his hands find purchase on your hips. His dull nails digging into the sensitive flesh. 

" Your pussys so perfect Y/N. Fuck, let me make it mine baby." He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you up against his chest. He growls into your ear," Who's pussy is it baby?"

" Yours"

"That's right. Mine. Take it baby, let me fill you up. Fuck, fuck here you go."

You wail loudly and his hand flies to your mouth, successfully shutting you up. You bite down on the fleshy part of his hand in between his thumb and pointer finger, screaming into his palm. 

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth coat your insides. You stand there for a moment enjoying the sensation.

Exhausted you flop onto the mattress in front of you. Your legs turned to jelly. 

Catching his breath he leans down and grabs his underwear out of his pants and runs the soft fabric between your legs cleaning up the mess he made there. 

" I'm going to be honest, I'm not really sure how quiet we were." He chuckles heading over to his suitcase to grab out clothes to change into after a shower. 

"Come on baby, let's gather your things so we can shower and then relax." Josh says kissing your hair. 

You muster enough energy to slowly wander to your suitcase and open it up reaching for your sweats. You also open up your toiletry bag to grab your shampoo and body wash. That's when you notice something. A handful of tampons sit inside next to your travel size deodorant. You should be nearing the end of your period, and you haven't even started it yet. 

"Josh" you whisper.

"Yeah?" He asks rifling through his own toiletry bag hands full of hair products.

"I'm late. My period. It's late." 

Your hands start to shake as your mind runs a mile a minute.

Josh drops the things in his hands back into his suitcase and pulls you into his lap," Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. We're okay. There could be many reasons why it's late." His hand runs soothing circles over your back. 

Tears threaten to spill over," But what if I am pregnant. Then what? I've been fucking two different men for months."

He holds you a bit tighter," Then you are. I've got you Y/N. I love you so much, and whatever you decide, if you need to decide anything, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

In a quiet voice you weren't sure he could even hear," but what if it isn't yours."

He takes a deep breath that sways you in his lap," Then it's my lovers. I think either outcome is a beautiful thing. I could biologically be a father, or I could be a father figure to the baby made by a person I have loved for most of my life. If you're even pregnant of course. Either way sweetie, you're stuck with me."

The tears that were threatening to spill finally run down your cheeks. A bit of relief floods your chest," Joshua, I love you so much."

He presses his lips to yours in a needy emotion filled kiss. He leans his forehead against yours," Let's go upstairs and get cleaned up."

You both quietly gather your things and make your way upstairs up both flights of stairs to the Kiszka kids childhood bathroom. You set your things on the countertop as Josh turns the shower on. He abruptly squats down and rummages through the cabinet underneath the sink, way in the back.

He leans back out with a rectangular pink box in his hand, he inspects the package for the expiration date and finds it still good.

"Here. I thought I might find one in here." He hands you the target brand pregnancy test. You look at him with confusion on your face. "Lilly had a scare sometime last year when we were visiting. She asked me to take her to Target so she could get a test and not alarm Jake, and I remembered she bought a ton of them to be sure."

You read the print on the package, the words early detection jumping out at you. 

" I should just take it shouldn't I."

Josh offers you a soft smile in response, letting you make the decision. 

You sigh and start opening the package, careful not to rip the instructions on the box.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" He asks from his spot on the floor. You nod, reading the instructions and uncapping the test, mentally preparing yourself to pee on a stick. 

After doing the deed so to speak you set the test down on the countertop and finish stripping your clothes getting ready to get into the shower knowing that the last thing you can do is sit and just wait for the results. Wordlessly Josh follows you into the hot stream of water. He grabs your body wash and squeezes some into his hand, lathering your body. He runs his hands down your arms and across your chest cupping your breasts, before sliding his soapy hands down your stomach. With his front pressed against your back, his hands caress your stomach.

Softly he murmurs," You know you'd look stunning pregnant. A goddess really. I'd worship you."

You bring your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, still pressed against your stomach.

He finishes washing your bodies and he turns the water off before wrapping you in a towel. 

"Are you ready to find out?" He walks over to where you put the test on the counter.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You lean into his side as he flips the test over so you both can see the results at the same time.

Pregnant.

You realize that this is a happy thing. You are in the most healthy relationship you've ever been in with two amazing men who love so fiercely. 

" I can't wait to tell Danny."

Visions of Danny circling you in his arms and kissing both you and Josh, with joy radiating off of him fill your head. 

Josh wraps you up in his arms kissing you with so much passion and love it steals your breath away.

"Fuck, I'm so happy Y/N. So happy."

"A baby." You breathe.

"A baby."

You can't help the smile on your face as you grab your sweats and put them on, Josh eyeing you carefully as he gets dressed himself. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you for the second time tonight. This time for a very different reason, he pushes up the oversized sweatshirt you have on to expose your stomach before laying light kisses on your skin. He murmurs, I'm your Daddy in between kisses and you feel your heart swell. You slide your fingers against his scalp scratching softly as he continues talking to your stomach. 

After a moment your empty stomach growls interrupting him, he turns his attention to your face," Let's get you two something to eat, huh?" He asks, rising to his feet again before turning towards the door.

"Babe? Can we tell Danny first before the rest of your family? He deserves to know next. "

" My thoughts exactly."

You pack your stuff, including the test and the packaging, back into your toiletry bag and take it with you back downstairs. Once you descend the stairs and wind your way into the living room you spot Jake snuggled on the couch watching a movie by himself. He lifts his arm up, out from under the blanket and wiggles around the weed cart he has in his hand," Welcome to the party."

Josh grabs it from his hand and sits down next to him taking a long pull from the vape. He pulls you down onto his lap, his hands circling your waist and resting on your lower stomach as you get comfortable nestling in halfway on his legs and halfway on the couch in between the two men. He slowly exhales the pale grey smoke waving it away from your face to no avail. 

"Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized in between coughs. 

"Blow it upwards you dick! Smokin her out" Jake laughs, plucking the pen from his brother's hand before taking another hit, " Do you want?" He asks extending it to you. 

"Oh no, I'm okay right now. Thank you."

"Okay, just grab it if you want it." Jake says, making Josh snort and laugh.

"You fucker, I didn't mean it like that!" Jake giggling in between his words. 

You roll your eyes getting up off of Josh's lap," I'm going to go raid your kitchen."

"Ah! Mom plated up leftovers for you guys, she said it's on the middle shelf in the fridge." Jake tells you as you wander into the kitchen. 

After taking the first plate of food out of the microwave you begin to heat up the second one, when you hear bare feet pad into the kitchen. You turn your head to find Jake wrapped in his blanket from the couch heading towards the pantry.

"I'm fuckin starving," he says in an awful British accent reaching for the tub of cheese balls.

You laugh as he struggles to pour them into a bowl without spilling them on the counter," How high are you?"

He looks up a you with a grin and droopy eyes," I'm pretty fuckin high babe"

You then hear the front door open and the shuffling of a coat and shoes being discarded. Danny comes traipsing into the kitchen " Hi baby! Hi Jakey!" He says with a slur coming over to envelope both of you into a hug and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. You can't help the feeling of disappointment as you realize that he isn't sober enough to hear the news you can't wait to tell him. 

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" You ask him muffled by the fabric of his sweater. 

He releases both of you from his hug," We had such a great time! I told her all about you and Josh of course, but she knows him already. She needed to see me because she wanted to tell me first, she got engaged last night!" Danny has a proud smile on his face, happy for his sister.

"Oh that's amazing! I'm excited to meet her." You tell him genuinely.

Danny occupies himself with getting a glass of water. You make your way back to Josh on the couch, you softly say," He's too drunk to tell him tonight." 

"It's okay love, we can tell him tomorrow."

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You stir awake, back aching from the shitty mattress, you go to sit up but you realize you are pinned there by Josh. His arm is draped over your body with his hand splayed over your stomach, his subconscious protecting you and the little clump of cells from the outside world. Slowly you pry his arm off of your body causing him to rise from his slumber. You take the opportunity to sit up in bed as he groggily utters a " Good morning baby." 

Danny wakes too, greeting you with," Good morning loves." As he leans down to kiss your lips before reaching over your lap to brush his lips with Josh's. 

" Did you have a nice time last night?" Danny asks alert and ready to go without a drop of caffeine in his system. 

You grasp his large hand in your own before opening your mouth ready to start telling him the news, when you hear the basement door open.

"Knock knock! Are you guys decent?" Karen asks slowly descending down the steps.

The three of you reply yes in unison. 

She peeks her head around the banister and tells you that we need to get ready because breakfast is almost done. Once she goes back upstairs you all put on comfy clothes ready to eat some homemade cooking. Danny reaches his hand out to open the door when you speak up," Danny, I have a surprise for you after we're done with breakfast. Maybe we can all head out to the porch?"

He throws a crooked smile your way," Ooh a surprise? Sure babe. Can't wait."

The three of you work your way into the kitchen and you're incredibly impressed with the spread of food on the table that Josh's mom has prepared. There's pancakes and eggs, sausage links and fresh cut fruit. It looks like something out of a movie. 

" Karen, I can't believe you made all of this for us. Especially since you're cooking Thanksgiving dinner tonight too. Thank you so much." You tell her genuinely, taking a seat down at the kitchen table. 

"Oh it was no problem, I made Jake help so I didn't do all of it myself." She said with a wink.

" Well, seriously, thank you."

Nerves invaded your stomach as you picked at the food on your plate. You were thrumming with excitement as you continued to picture the little family you had unexpectedly made. How there would be so much love in your house, how happy Josh's parents would be, and you were sure Danny's would be ecstatic as well to have a grandchild. 

Once you saw that they had stopped munching you decided to gather the plates and put them in the sink as Josh's father Kelly told you that guests don't wash dishes. 

You placed your hands on Danny's shoulders and leaned your face down next to his ear," Are you ready for the surprise?"

"Yeah! Let's go." Danny led the way to the porch grabbing your jackets on the way out. 

Zipping up his coat he asks," Josh, do you know what it is?"

" I do." He said pulling the sleeves down over his fingertips. 

You motioned for him to sit on the wicker chair, Danny clasped his hands in front of his body and smiled up at you eagerly. 

You let out a shaky breath, wringing your fingers together trying to settle your shaking hands,"Okay, Danny. Baby. While you were out last night with your sister I uh." Your voice faltered and you looked down at your hands," I discovered that I'm pregnant." 

You looked up from your palms and at Daniel's face. You were met with furrowed brows instead of the warmth and joy you were expecting.

"What?" He rises from the chair," What do you mean you're pregnant? Is this a joke?"

' I - It's not a joke Danny. I have the positive test in my suitcase if you need to see it."

" How did you let this happen? This is your fault. What the fuck!" Danny spits. 

"I-" the trembling in your hands increases tenfold.

Josh quickly comes to stand between you and Daniel," Excuse me?! Her fault? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't be serious Daniel. We haven't been careful and you know it."

" Of course it's her fault, she's the one taking the birth control pills. She probably missed one or something!" 

Josh clenches his jaw hard," No, no. You're not getting out of taking responsibility for this. You accepted the risks and consequences as soon as you stuck your dick in her! Jesus Christ,I can't believe we're having this discussion. We thought you would be as happy as I was Daniel!"  Josh's voice is rising in volume.

Danny tangles his fingers in his hair, pushing back from his face, he lets out a breath of air from his lungs," I can't do this right now, I've gotta go." And he quickly descends down the porch steps.

Josh calls after him, following him into the yard," Danny! Danny just wait. Daniel, hold on!"

You hear the front door open and Jake asks," What's happening? I heard Josh yelling."

You turn to look at him with tears threatening to spill over at any second.

Jake quickly pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you," Babe, what happened? Talk to me."

You hear the rental truck start and peel out of the driveway, the sound telling you that Danny is in fact leaving.

The tears start flowing as you hiccup your words into Jake's chest," I - I found out that I- I'm pregnant. Josh is so happy, and- and Danny, well he reacted like that."

"Oh honey." He gently rubs your back.

Jake's genuine niceness and care for his twins partner makes you cry harder.

You hear Josh's footsteps creak up the wooden porch steps," I really thought he would have been happy." You can hear the hurt in his voice.

You try to calm down the best you can and you look Jake in the eyes, hoping he has an answer, " How do I know he's going to come back?"

" You don't, but we can hope he does."

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You spend the rest of the afternoon sandwiched on the couch in between the twins watching holiday movies. Karen wouldn't let you help her prepare the meal, so you laid around with them. Both boys kept your mug full of hot tea, Josh was careful to only give you the ones that were caffeine free as he read online that too much caffeine isn't good while pregnant. 

You snaked your hand into Josh's and squeezed it," I love you."

"I love you too, you know I am still really excited right?"

"I do."

Jake places his hand on your knee and gives a gentle squeeze in reassurance. 

Josh's mom comes over to the couch, her apron covered in various ingredients from slaving away over the meal she was making for her family.

" Honey, when's Daniel coming back? Dinner will be ready in an hour, we decided to do Thanksgiving dinner today so he could come here and you guys could go to Lori's tomorrow for their dinner. Us moms had it all planned out."

You clench your jaw at the mention of his name, not ready to spill your tears and your drama over the holiday cheer.

"Um I'm not-" the doorbell rings interrupting Josh's reply.

"Hold on baby." She extends her pointer finger out signaling him to wait while she checks the front door.

You hear the door open up and his mom greets whoever was there, and then you hear his voice," Sorry I was gone so long, I couldn't find this anywhere!"

Danny was back.

"Oh a pumpkin pie, perfect! Thank you sweetie." 

Danny wanders over to where you are sitting on the couch," Hey. Um. Can we go talk downstairs?" His eyes pleading with you both.

Wordlessly you get up from the couch, knocking into his shoulder with yours as you make your way down to the basement. As soon as his feet hit the landing apologies are spewing from his mouth.

" I'm so, so, fucking sorry. I totally freaked out. I'm embarrassed with how I reacted, I'm sorry I blamed you. You're not to blame Y/N, it's as much mine and Josh's doing as yours. I understand it wasn't on purpose." He turns to Josh, " I'm sorry I reacted so poorly. I'm sorry I wasn't as excited as you were. I'm sorry that I let you down and hurt your feelings as much as hers."

Tears start streaming down both Josh and your cheeks, " We were so excited Daniel. We were fully prepared to love this unconventional family, and be surrounded by love. And the way you acted comparatively makes me wish I knew it was Josh's baby."

Danny's face screws up in hurt," I can't believe you just said that to me Y/N. That fuckin hurts." He points to the center of his chest. 

"How do you think she felt when you told her you can't do this,and you got in the car and left. I ran after you, begging you to not go, and you did. Jake was basically supporting her whole weight as she cried into his chest while you ran away." Josh says pointedly. 

"I can't take it back. And I feel like shit about it. I feel like scum. But I did think about it, and I came back to you."

You sniffled,"Okay?!"

" I talked about it with my sister, and she pretty much yelled at me the way you guys are. And I deserve it. She made me really sit and think about it, about the future, about our end game, because I love the both of you so much. I think eventually our future would have babies in it, and maybe a dog or something. The three of us and the manifestations of our love. I just didn't realize that maybe the next chapter of our story happens so soon. But I want it. I want you, Y/N …Josh, and the little baby we made." Daniel explains. 

You nodded at him and agreed, the love you have for him is strong,but you can't help feeling the sting from this morning. He tarnished the memory, which should have been happy, something to revisit in your mind. But now it won't be. 

"Are we okay?" Danny asks.

" Yeah, we're okay, right Josh?"

"Yeah"

Danny scoops the both of you in his arms, and covers you with needy kisses. 

" I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this." He croaks, tears finally falling. 

You give him a soft smile." I think that we should head upstairs, dinner should be just about ready."

You walk back into the kitchen to be met with an even more extravagant spread of food than what was presented earlier. Turkey and every side dish imaginable was laid out on the countertops.

You looked at Josh, mouth agape," Is it like this every year?"

He grins, tooth gap on full display," It is! I'm pretty sure cooking is her love language."

" This is incredible," you call to his mom and thank her yet again.

"Y/N honey, you really don't have to thank me every time! I love to do it. Okay, everyone grab a plate!"

Everyone started heaping food onto their plates, and Jake caught up to you at the roast potatoes. He softly asked," Everything okay?"

"Yeah I think it will be." You replied, scooping a helping onto his plate and yours.

You sat in between your loves at the family table, eating and conversing, having a wonderful time at the Kiszka house. As the evening went on you couldn't help but battle the internal feeling of wanting to build an invisible wall between you and Danny. Your instincts tell you to lean into Josh and his unwavering love, but you know that wouldn't be fair. Danny deserves a chance. 

After dinner and the pie that Daniel brought, everyone retired to the living room, and you were treated to Christmas carols Greta Van Fleet style. You loved seeing them play in such an intimate setting, lounging around in comfy clothes scattered on the floor and surrounding couches. All of them taking turns singing and switching instruments, you really started to feel the holiday magic. You realized your life was being weaved tightly into theirs. You once again let your imagination run wild and you thought about what next Thanksgiving could look like. Josh's parents cooing over their grandson, Uncle Jake and Uncle Sam holding their niece, showing her the Christmas tree lights that were already up. Your heart felt so full. You thought about your son having Danny's sharp jawline, or your daughter having an identical gap in her front teeth, just like Josh. You knew for sure your baby would have either man's deep brown eyes.

After a bit you found your eyes getting heavy.

" Getting sleepy babe?" Danny asked, running his hand down the length of your blanket covered leg.

"Actually I am. Had a long day."

 Him knowing about the emotional rollercoaster you've had," Let's head to bed then huh. Are you coming with us Joshy?"

Josh put the guitar he was messing with back in the case," Yeah I'm pretty beat. Night all."

A chorus of good nites came from the remaining of the Kiszka clan. 

The three of you descended the basement stairs to go to bed for the final time this trip.

You snuggled up under the comforter in the uncomfortable mattress with your arms out making grabby hands at your lovers. Josh slid into bed on your right and Danny on your left. Josh kissed your cheek and almost instinctively slid his hand down to your lower stomach resting it over your womb.

"Can I?" Danny asked, motioning to your stomach.

You smiled and nodded as Josh intertwined their fingers and rested them on your tummy once again. Danny tested his chin against your shoulder and murmured," I'm really so sorry. I want to be a good Dad."

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest at his confession. 

"You will be Danny " Josh said with his head propped up in his hand.

" We have a lot to live up to. Our dads are the best. I mean we wouldn't have gone anywhere without their support. We'd still be playing in shitty bars." 

Josh lets out a chuckle and unlaces his fingers from Danny's, and he runs his fingertips across your skin. Goosebumps form under his touch, he traces his fingers up and underneath your breasts that are hidden underneath your oversized t-shirt. 

" Feels nice."

" I know…. I can't wait to see your breasts heavy and your stomach swollen."

You inhaled shakily.

Danny speaks up, his voice low," He's right babydoll. You're going to look so fuckin sexy." He leans over and traps you under his upper body, his face hovering right above yours," Everyone's going to know that you belong to us."

Josh growls in your ear," Little girl always begging us to fill her up. Cum inside that pretty pussy. So much so that we knocked her up. Such a slut for it."

You let out a pathetic whine, you felt like you were prey under a predator's gaze. 

"Keep talking." You breathed. You could feel your body becoming more and more turned on. Your nipples were hardening and the slick between your legs was becoming noticeable.

Danny pulled your shirt off and flicked your nipple with his tongue," I can't wait to see your tits big and round and leaking milk."

Josh slid his hand between your legs, cupping your heat. Shamelessly you grinded up into his hand searching for friction.

" You know sweetie, I never realized how breedable you are."

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips buck into his hand. They were scratching an itch in your brain that you didn't even realize needed to be scratched. 

Danny leaned down and nipped at your neck, surely leaving little marks,"Ooh, she liked that Josh."

Josh chuckles darkly," Yeah? I'm sure you did. Babydoll likes knowing that I'd pump her full and knock her up again and again because she looks like a fertility goddess."

"I need it."

"What do you need, pretty girl. Need our cocks?" Danny said, grinding his hard length against your stomach.

"Please"

You were a whiny mess and they hadn't even properly touched you yet.

"I think I should spoil your pretty pussy first. Lick up your sweetness."

Danny made his way down your body leaving burning hot kisses on your skin. Once he situated himself above your core he wrapped his lips around your clit, holding her safely in his mouth. He lapped up your juice like he was dying of thirst. His tongue licking and swirling and making a mess of you.

" Fuck honey, your dripping off of my chin." 

A single drop of arousal dripped from the tip of his chin back down to your folds.

Danny dove back in groaning as he made contact with your sopping wetness. Josh grabbed onto Danny's locks and yanked his head up and began licking his mouth and chin, eager to taste you on his lips. Danny rose to his knees and turned his body towards Josh's, needing to make contact with his lover's body. They pressed their chests together as their hands wandered, lips locked together.

"I love you, God let's demolish her." Danny panted in between needy kisses as he grinded his length against Josh's.

"I know you want to, but remember she's a little fragile now. Gotta be nice to her." Josh pushed his hips against Danny's sliding his aching cock against Danny's while anchoring himself to him by his palm on his cheek.

"I'll be nice to her, I promise. Be a good boy." He whispered while nuzzling into Josh's palm.

"Go spoil her baby." 

Danny came to rest in between your legs and Josh sat near your head. He leaned down to kiss your forehead as he grabbed his leaking cock in his hand loosely pumping it.

Danny grabbed his own cock and ran the head through your folds gathering your wetness. You spread your legs wider for him to entice him to nudge into your entrance. You were desperate to feel full of him. You whined and pouted as he circled his tip around your entrance, teasing you.

"What? Do you want it?" Danny pressed himself against you, dipping just the tip inside.

" Does my babydoll want Daddy's cock to stretch her out and fill her up?" He pushed in a little bit further before pulling out yet again.

"For fucks sake Danny just fuck me!"

"Sssshhshhshhh, can't be too loud." Josh reprimanded you. His hand working himself with a bit more purpose. Danny took the opportunity to slide himself deep within you, making you groan. Loudly.

"Looks like I've gotta shut you up." Josh rose to his knees and tapped the sticky head of his cock on your lips signaling you to open your mouth for him. He immediately started fucking your mouth unable to hold himself back anymore. You started moaning when Danny angled himself in such a way that had him grinding against your clit with every thrust. He was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Fuck your close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching around me." Danny mutters through clenched teeth.

You wailed around Josh's cock as you soaked Danny's. Pleasure coming in waves over you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm gonna fuck it in deep." Danny said into the crook of your neck and he gave you a few last powerful thrusts before feeling his hot cum spurt inside you.

Josh pulled himself from your mouth," Do you think you can take me too sweetie? Not too tired right?"

" No, not too tired, I need all of your love."

"Come ride me then, I want to watch your tits bounce."

You climbed into Josh's lap, gravity making Danny's cum drip from your entrance while you got into position to sit on Josh's cock. Slowly you lowered yourself down until you were fully seated and he was twitching against your cervix. Josh cups his hands around your breasts, thumbing your nipples. You clench around him at the sensation making him curse. 

"I'm not gonna last long." He whimpers, leaning his head back exposing his neck. Gently you start bouncing in his lap, grinding his cock deep inside you against the spots that make you see stars. After a little you feel a stronger full body orgasm take hold of you, your body shaking and writhing in Josh's lap. Your brain buzzes as your body tingles. Josh grasps onto your hips hard and starts thrusting up wildly into your oversensitive cunt. He whines as you feel his hot load flood into your already full cunt. His cum oozing out of where you two are connected with nowhere else for it to go.

Gingerly you get off of him and lay down next to him. You watch Danny give Josh a quick peck on the lips before he licks the cum off of Josh's spent cock. Josh's jaw hangs slack as he watches, if he could get hard he would.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"We all taste so good together." He quickly slides Josh's half hard member into his mouth slurping it clean.

" Let me clean you up too." Danny says crawling in between your legs.

"Wait! Leave her full and messy."

Danny nods and lays down in between you and Josh. Groggily you play with his curls, you feel whole. You were excited for the journey ahead, you knew you were in the most capable hands. Both men are so full of love, they just need to shower you in it. The baby in your belly is going to be born into the most beautiful amazing life full of music and art and most of all love. You run your fingers across both of their chests capturing their attention.

"I love you, doesn't even begin to express how I feel for you, the both of you. I'm so fucking lucky."

Fin.

Tagging my friend because you're gonna want to read it ❤️ @lipstickitty

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New Man in town

Joel Miller x Single mother Reader

warnings: SMUT(ofc) Hair pulling, praise, slapping, Joel and his filthy mouth, rough sex, soft!dom Joel, some angst mentions of abuse (abusive ex husband) DAD JOEL!!!!!!

He was new in Jackson, you haven't met him but you've heard the women talk about the new guy. You come to learn that his name is Joel Miller, Tommy's older brother and he came here with a girl, she was about the same age as your daughter Avery.

walking along side Maria talking about the town and the kids ''So have you met Joel yet?" Maria asked, you shook your head no ''Nope but Avery has made friends with the girl he came with'' you replied ''ah yes, Ellie. she's a funny kid'' Maria said ''but I think you should meet Joel he's nice once you get to know him'' she added, you smiled ''I'm not sure Maria'' you replied kicking the snow under my shoe ''I haven't been on a date since..'' you look at Maria ''I know but I'm not saying go on a date with him, how about this come to mine and Tommy's tonight bring Avery, Joel is coming over as well and he will most likely bring Ellie so the girls can hang out while us adults can mingle'' Maria said with a hopeful smile so you cave ''fine we will come'' you said ''great, come around 7-8, but I have to go check on the horses and make sure Jesse and Dina have done the cleaning properly'' Maria said ''alright I'll see you later''.

When it was time to head over to Maria and Tommy, you felt bundle of nerves hit you like a train ''Mom lets go!'' Avery said standing by the door. You and your daughter headed off to Maria's and you listened to Avery talk about her day with her new Friend Ellie.

The two off you arrive and were greeted by Tommy ''hey girls! come on in'' he said stepping aside to let you two inside, when you walk in you spotted Joel sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand ''Ellie!'' Avery yelled happily to see her friend ''Avery!'' Ellie came over ''Hi ma'am'' Elie said ''Please, call me Y/N Ellie, and I've lovely things about you'' you said giving the girl a warm motherly smile.

The two girls went off outside to hang out while the adults sat in the living room ''Joel I don't think you and Y/N have properly met'' Maria said and looked between the two ''Hi'' you said softly 'he's really handsome' you thought ''Hi Y/N'' Joel said giving his charming smile.

from then you and Joel became great friends but secretly the two of you wanted more, so much more, one day you and Avery were on your way to Joel's place so the girls could hang out together, You knock on the door and was greeted by Joel and his gorgeous smile ''come on in'' he said and the two girls walked inside and Avery and Ellie went off to Ellie's little hang out in the shed leaving you and Joel alone ''those two girls are practically attached to the hip'' Joel said causing you to laugh softly, and hearing your laugh made Joel smile ''you want some coffee?" Joel asked ''please'' you answer and made your way over to the couch while Joel went into his kitchen to make himself and you some coffee.

Joel brought over your mug and sat beside you ''thank you'' you said talking the mug ''no problem Darlin'' he said and drank his coffee, hearing the nickname he gave you caused heat to form in your cheeks and between your legs ''if you don't mind me asking, were is Avery's dad?'' Joel asked you sigh and put the mug down ''he died a while ago'' you replied ''shit...sorry I didn't-'' you cut him off ''Joel its fine..he was a piece of shit'' you said and Joel looked at you waiting for you to continue ''his name was Alan..he was abusive and so cruel to Avery'' you said and looked down ''he'd hit me for no reason till I was begging him to stop...sometimes he'd make her watch and say 'this is what will happen to you if you don't do as your told' '' after you finished Joel grabbed your hand and held it ''you did NOT deserve that sweetheart'' He said with a soft husky voice, you stare at Joel and your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips ''i...I would never treat you the way he did..'' Joel said scooting closer gently placing his hand on your cheek ''Joel...' you whispered ''let me prove it to you'' he said and before you knew it Joel had kissed you, his lips were soft and the feeling of sadness just washed away, you kissed him back and put your head against his ''lets take this upstairs'' Joel whispered and before you could reply he lifted you up and took you up to his room.

The two of you made it to Joels room and both already started getting undress ''get on your hands and knees'' Joel said and you did as he said and he groaned at the sight of your wet cunt ''did I make you this wet?" he asked placing his hands on your ass, you nod ''y..yes'' you mumbled, Joel sent a slap to your ass causing a moan to escape your lips ''I couldn't hear you say that again'' Joel said ''yes Joel.. you made me wet'' you said ''Good and I'm gonna make a mess of this pretty pussy'' Joel said and pushed his thumb on her clit ''oh..fuck'' you moaned softly as he rubbed the sensitive nub, Joel teased the fuck out of you ''Joel please please just fuck me'' you begged looking back at him ''I will sweet thing I will'' he said dropping his jeans and rubbing his hard cock between your soaking wet folds, before you knew it Joel had pushed himself into you ''Fuckkkk your cunt is so god damn tight'' Joel said and started thrusting into you hard, you bit down on your Lip and hid your face in your arms but Joel wasn't having that, he reached over keeping one hand on your hips and the other into your hair grabbing a fist full pulling you back ''dont you even think about hiding those moans, I wanna hear how good I'm fucking you'' he said and you nodded letting out your moans as Joel fucked you harder. Joel gave your ass a hard slap ''fucking pretty pussy taking my cock, such a good cunt'' he said as he held your hips tight the two of you grew close to cumming ''Joel..Joel m'gonna cum'' you mumbled out being fucked dumb ''me too sweet girl, me too'' he said moving faster ''cum inside please Joel I want it inside'' you begged ''shit..ill cum in you baby'' Joel said and went to town before cumming with you, you and Joel panted heavily.

Joel pulled out and helped clean you up, the two of you laid in bed and you rested your head on his chest ''i....I love you Joel'' you said softly and Joel looked at you ''I love you too Darlin'' he said kissing your head.

a couple years went by and you had it all, you watched as Joel taught Avery how to play the guitar and you helped Ellie with some homework she was given. You had your family, it was all you needed.

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

OC Questionnaire

tagged by: @winterandwords thank you!

tagging: Open tag and soft tagging @the-golden-comet | @bloodlessheirbyjacques | @oh-no-another-idea | @enchanted-lightning-aes | and @kjscottwrites

Your OC's Questions: 1) How loosely or strictly do you use the word 'friend'? 2) When do you fake smile? How often? 3) You're stuck in a room with the person you've been avoiding. Why have you been avoiding them? What do you do?

My OC Questions:

What's your earliest childhood memory? What was the last gift you received? What's your favourite drink and why?

This round I'll just do three OCs that are my favorite babies: Princess Sapphire (FSF), Chase (TCIO), and Raven (FSF).

Princess Sapphire (Fractured Stars Falling WIP)

What's your earliest childhood memory?

She smiles mischievously and leans in, whispering, "The first time I successfully sneaked out of the palace without my parents knowing... I was ten. After many more times sneaking out and the whole palace guard having to search the city for me," She rolls her eyes, "When I was sixteen my father finally decided to get me a personal bodyguard who was supposed to accompany me at all times." Her expression then softens at the next part and she blushes a little, "But, well... that's how I met Raven..."

What was the last gift you received?

She smiles softly and fiddles with the seashell pendant around her neck. "After the sleeping curse, me and the others were stopping in a seaside town. Raven surprised me with this. It's made of a seashell he found and leather cord he braided himself, isn't it the prettiest thing you've ever seen?"

What's your favorite drink and why?

She thinks for a minute, then says, "When we were in hiding and Raven was charged with keeping me safe, we stopped in a tavern and I had this drink with apple cider, strawberries, and a little bit of ale for the first time. God, it was a rush and I loved it."

Chase (The City is Ours WIP)

What's your earliest childhood memory?

Chase folds their arms and says bluntly, staring blankly into space, "I do have one memory of my mom, before they took her away and threw her in a psych ward... She took me to see robot fights, because I saw them on TV once  and thought it was cool as fuck, so she got tickets for us to go see a tournament live.” A small and sad smile appeared on their face. “We got uh- tacos, at a taco stand on the way home.”

What was the last gift you received?

Chase huffs and thinks for a minute. "Kylee gave me this stupid Super Mario Word mug to put my coffee and energy drinks in." He glares, folding their arms, "No don't use it... of course I don't drink my coffee and energy drinks out of it every night we're on duty, I hate her-"

What's your favourite drink and why?

They gesture to their Batman mug with one of his concoctions of energy drink and coffee. "Tonight's special is ice caramel latte and Mt. Dew. This'll keep me up all night while I'm getting these idiots through doors and hacking shit."

Raven (Fractured Stars Falling WIP)

What's your earliest childhood memory?

He smiles softly, "Bedtime stories with my Ma'. There's one myth about a knight me and my siblings loved to hear every night, and my Ma' was best at telling it. She'll tell it every time me and my brothers visit home for the winter festivals."

What was the last gift you received?

Raven fidgets with a sort strip of braided cord in his hand with beads, the braiding is messy but he looks at it and traces the leather sections lovingly. He's barely paying enough attention to answer the question properly. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, Sapphire made this for me..."

What's your favourite drink and why?

"Warm apple cider is a staple back home. Even when I'm away, every time I drink it, it warms me up on a cold night and brings me comfort. My ma of course, made the best apple cider in town, since she runs and cooks for the local tavern and inn in my hometown."

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[twisted-art-wounders]

YGO AU: Breaking the Seal 05

Chapter 5 Awakening

Yugi gets a reading about his future, He and Yami find and release a powerful new ally.

Out in the middle of the ocean stood a lone island; with a large temple at the top of a spiralling mountain. Inside the temple at an alter stood three large snake mouths open and waiting for the arrival of the three Egyptian God Cards to be held inside of them. Dartz knelt down dressed in his white and blue robes he only wore them inside the temple. Around his neck hung a medallion with the seal of Orichalcos engraved into a green gems centre. He smirked as he held out his hand, a small white orb floating in it.

“Yugi Mutou…vessel of the Nameless Pharaoh, I'm intrigued with your power to pass through the seal and break it…”

Dartz watched the small orb as it bounced in his palm not knowing where to go.

“While you did manage to break the seal it took a piece of your soul along with it. Luckily for you I saved it.” Dartz stood up and walked down the steps of the alter heading to the centre of the temple, on the ground small candles soon lit up one by one.

“A soul as powerful as this one that can hold the soul of the great Pharaoh of Egypt…You will be an asset to our god. But first you need to join us.” Dartz closed his eyes as all the flames in the temple dimmed their lights, below him the circle of small candles flames grow stronger all in a pattern that matched the Orichalcos star.

“That shard of the orichalcos you hold serves as my connection to your dreams…” Dartz held up his medallion and placed the small orb over it, the gem glowed a bright green and the small orb sank into the gem.

“I will make you see the light Yugi. You will join us and with your power by my side the Pharaoh and the other legendary duelists will be sacrificed to our god!”

The glowing circle grew more powerful as a beam of light shot up and out of the temple into the sky. The sky above started to glow and shimmer as an aurora stretched out all around the world and over Domino city.

“It is almost time to open the gate… Great Leviathan.”

-- Yami managed to clam himself down and after a shower, he walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his hair in a robe with slippers. He'd hoped to make it to the bed room quickly before being caught off guard by Yugi's Mother who stood in the hallway close to the door.

“Yugi.” She said.

Yami froze then turned to face her, he wasn't sure what to say to her so he answered “Y-yes?”

“I brought you some tea to help settle your stomach!” She then held out a tray with a mug on it, warm steam rose up form the piping hot liquid inside.

Yami was nervous, he wasn't sure what to say to her so he smiled and answered again

“Oh uh thank you…Mom…” he said nervously hoping he was using the right name; Yugi did call her Mom right?

Worried she held the plate a little lower now to better speak to him.

“You know… I was going to catch the train to see your dad tonight, but if you're still feeling unwell I can cancel and stay here tonight. I can always go in the morning…” She came closer and raised a hand touching his shoulder gently, which made Yami jump back a bit. This shocked her making her almost spill the mug on the plate. She had just enough time to steady herself again, she looked at her son surprised by his reaction towards her.

“No! Don't! don't do that-” Yami was scared of the mug spilling or was he afraid of being touched? He wasn't sure but once he saw the look in Yugi's Mother's eyes he quickly corrected himself.

“No Mothe-Mom don't stay for me! Fath-Dad hasn't seen you in a long time, you need to go to him!” he gave her a soft smile and stepped closer to her taking the mug form the plate.

“Thank you, but I'll be alright.” Yami smiled and blew on the mug before taking a quick sip, it was hot just like tea.

She was still shocked form his actions but then again he was in a robe and towel a very vulnerable situation to catch someone in. So she sighed giving in; she knew something was up with her son, but Yugi had a tendency to keep things to himself. Sadly she was used to her son being more closed off, faking a smile to make others feel better.

“Okay Yugi, but if there is something wrong…you can tell me or Grandpa okay?” She then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “We're here for you…”

Yami blushed he'd never received a kiss like this before, it felt…good? He wasn't sure what to feel right now, but he needed to answer.

“Y-yes…If there's a problem I'll let you know.” was all he could let out.

“Alight then, have a good night Yugi.” Mrs Mutou smiled as Yami opened the door of his bedroom

“Good night…Mom.” he said softly

Closing the door behind him Yami breathed a sigh of relief; as he clenched at the chain of the puzzle around his neck, looking up at the ceiling of the bed room again. After finishing the tea he was in Yugi's blue pyjamas and found himself in Yugi's bed once more. He touched the cheek that Yugi's Mother had kissed; he thought to himself about his forgotten past.

Did he have a Mother? Did she kiss him tenderly like that to show much she loved him? His partner was so lucky to have a family who cared for him so much.

How long was he going to have to keep up this act? How long did he have to keep pretending nothing was wrong to Yugi's family…

“Yugi…” he spoke softly “Please, be okay.”

He turned over and faced the wall again, his eyes became heavy as they finally closed.

--

Dartz and Yugi had sat back down on the fountain's ledge; Yugi sipped a cup of tea that Dartz had prepared for him, he told him it would help cleanse him and keep him clam. It seemed to be working Yugi was feeling more relaxed after his panic attack earlier.

Yugi had removed his jacket fully placing it beside him as he looked down at his shoes tapping the tips together a bit. He feet never could quite touch the ground, the fun of being short as it was. Dartz on the other hand was quite tall, very commanding yet somehow gentle at the same time. He sat beside Yugi with his leg crossed over his knee resting both hands on top of said knee.

“Yugi, in order to heal from the trauma of a past event; it can sometimes help to see that the trigger to such an event will not harm you at all. I know you are skeptical when it comes to Tarot but I think it may help you deal with your fear of the future.”

Yugi swallowed hard and nodded placing the tea cup down beside his jacket “If you really think this will help me…then I'll try it.”

Dartz smiled and pulled out the deck once more “Now then take the deck.” He offered the cards to Yugi who nervously reached for them, his hand shock a bit before he finally tooking the deck into his own hands.

He touched the top card brushing it with his fingers it was smooth just like any other card he'd handled in the past but he swore he could feel a kind of energy coming form them as well.

“Good, you see it doesn't hurt does it?” Dartz asked the boy who shock his head 'no' making Dartz smile again.

“Now You're going to give yourself a basic 3 card reading, so I need you to shuffle the cards as you do concentrate and ask the deck a question but you don't have to tell me what you ask it.”

Yugi nodded and started to shuffle the cards; it made him a little more relaxed since this was something he always did before a duel. But now it was with different cards and he figured in order for them to answer him he must trust them, the same way he and the other Yugi trust their deck during a duel.

Closing his eyes he keeps on shuffling and he he asks the cards

//Please cards…I need to know what to do! What path do I need to take to help the other me?//

He finally stopped and looked down at the deck again before looking to Dartz waiting for directions.

“Now that you've shuffled your question into the deck it is time for the reading; take the first card at the top of the deck and place it to your left this is the the Past. Then take another card and place it in the middle this is the Present, and finally the third card goes to your right that is the Future.”

Yugi did as he was instructed and placed the first card to his left side followed by the second and finally the last card sat on the right.

“Good now place the deck down and turn over the left card.”

Yugi nodded and did as he was told; once he flipped the first card he saw it read “Death” The card art showing the grim reaper.

“D-Death? Does this mean I'm going to die!” Yugi looked up to Dartz in a panic, Dartz calmly answered with a slight chuckle.

“No of course not Yugi, this is a card in the past! It just means there are things in your past you need to let go of. ”

“oh! right!” Yugi let out a breath in relief.

“Don't worry many people wrongfully associate this card to mean their own end, but rarely is that correct. Don't be afraid, now turn over the middle card.” Dartz said pushing Yugi forward.

Yugi did as he was told and turned over the next card it said “The Tower” the art art showing a tower on fire and two figures falling form it.

“This can't be good can it?” Yugi looked at the card sadness in his voice.

“The Tower in your present represents danger or crisis, destruction or even sudden change…” Dartz trailed off.

“The monsters appearing, the tablet at the museum freezing over, those biker guys who stole the god cards…it's all adding up.” Yugi looked to Dartz worried,

“Yes, it looks like all of these events are connected. Hopefully the final card will hold the answer.”

Dartz then gestured to the final card.

Yugi was scared he didn't know what the future would hold would there be more disaster? death? Oh what horrid things would await him now? His hand hovered over the final card he was so scared to even touch it now! His hand shock in fear it was just like in his first duel against Kaiba, he- no the other Yugi was afraid to draw the card and now he was afraid again.

“It's going to be okay Yugi, you need to face the future no matter if it shows darkness or light. You must face it!” Dartz told him very sternly almost like a command.

Yugi swallowed hard, he knew Dartz was right he couldn't run form this anymore he had to face it no matter what! Closing his eyes tightly he flipped over the final card, opening one eye he saw it read “The Chariot” the card art showing a man in a chariot being pulled by both black and white horses.

Dartz smiled “Ah the Chariot! It is about overcoming conflicts and moving forward in your future!”

Yugi's eyes lit up when he heard that, suddenly all his fears and anxiety were at rest, the future looked bright for him at last.

“So things will be okay? We're going to stop the evil? We're going to fix it all?” Yugi looked at Dartz again hoping wishing this was the truth.

Once again smiling Dartz nodded “Indeed; Once you let go of the pain of the past, the horrors your facing right now in the present, will be gone once you take a journey of course. That is also what the chariot can represent.”

“A Journey? Like and adventure or a quest?” Yugi asked.

Dartz shrugged his shoulders a bit “It can be interpreted as such, remember this is basic reading to answer your question. This is just my interpretation of how the cards answered you. Deep down only you have the answer.”

Yugi looked at the Chariot card again and smiled holding the card close to his chest now.

“I want to believe in this future…” Yugi said putting all his hope into the card. “I want to believe we're going to be okay…”

“That is all one can do.” Dartz placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder giving him some reassurance.

“Now that is all for tonight, I think you need to get some rest.” Dartz let go of Yugi's shoulder and got up form his seat.

Yugi nodded then collected the cards again, he made sure to put them back in a nice pile before handing them over to Dartz. But the man didn't take them he simply placed a hand over the deck then pushed it towards Yugi.

“No, keep them as a gift form me.” Dartz smiled warmly his green and golden eyes glimmered giving off an hypnotic wave that flowed over Yugi, making him freeze but also pay close attention to his words almost like a command.

“Keep them close to your heart, that way you know inside you will always hold the answers.”

Yugi nodded and held the deck close to his chest just over his heart, he smiled and said “Of course, Thank you, Dartz!”

“Anytime my friend.” Dartz got up picking up the watering can he placed down.

Yugi got up and put his jacket back on keeping the deck close to him, then remembered “Uhh…I'm not really sure how to leave this place? I think I just sorta woke up before.”

Dartz paused and said “Oh that's very easy, just click your heels together and say 'There's no place like home'.”

Yugi looked at him and answered flatly “Are you joking?”

Dartz chuckled a bit. “Not really, you don't have to click your heels but you do need a say a similar phrase and concentrate on your waking mind, where you want to be.”

Yugi blushed but he still did what the man said and in his mind he said //There's no place like…home, There's no place like home, There's no place like home…//

And soon enough Yugi was gone like a puff of smoke, whisked off back to his waking mind. Dartz stood with his hands behind his back; fishing through his back pocket he pulled out a golden key with the symbol of the Millennium puzzle on the key face. Looking towards the greenhouse in one of the many windows, fluttering in front of the glass were the 4 colourful butterflies form Yugi's last visit.

They where trapped inside and trying desperately to escape, the blue one especially; it was smacking against the window as hard as it could but being a small and fragile creature it only bounced off with each blow. Dartz watched them with a twisted and cruel grin on his face, his tapped the key against his palm before placing it back in his pocket.

“You will not interfere again, Pharaoh.”

Just like that Yugi found himself in his soul room surrounded by toys and other child like objects, in his hands the deck Dartz had giving him.

“Cannot believe that actually worked…” Yugi chuckled

He decided to honour his new friend's wishes and placed the deck down on the ground to 'keep it in his heart'. He headed towards the door and opened it hoping to speak to his other self when he head a voice calling out to him.

Help me! Please help us!

“Huh?”

Yugi quickly opened the door of his soul room and ran over to the other Yugi's room; No doubt about it he could hear that the voice was coming form the other Yugi's room. He reached for the handle and pulled it open.

-- Dartz having finished his session with Yugi returned to the main chamber of the temple inside his three swordsmen were waiting for him. He walked past them and up towards the waiting snake head statues at the alter he kept his back towards them as he spoke.

“So I trust your trip went well?”

“Yes Master, We've brought the three Egyptian God cards as promised.” Raphael hand stepped forward with a brown box in hand presenting it to Dartz, he lifted the lid to reveal the three god cards inside.

Dartz grinned turning around fully, he took the cards form the box and looked them over. They where glowing with the power of the gods inside, power that shouldn't be used to awaken the Pharaoh's memories, they would be sued to awaken their god. Dartz placed each card into the waiting mouths of the serpents, they held up his hands and began to speak.

“By offering the three gods to open the seal door, our god will breath again. Our noble god we offer you the power of these three gods! Use their great power to open the door between our worlds!”

The swordsmen watched as the god cards began to glow; a powerful beam of of energy made of rainbow light shot up into the ceiling of the temple making it's way outside, lighting up the sky in a great flash of light it almost looked like day had came as the aurora of light spread across the world.

“The forbidden door is now open…” Dartz said before let out a low chuckle. --

The sky over the city of Domnio was blanked by an aurora that shined down on everything in a rainbow of light. This light entered Yugi's room as well, when it did the puzzle started to glow and in a flash Yami found himself back inside the puzzle. Standing in his soul room just as he heard the door click and open to find Yugi stepping through the threshold.

Yami's eyes widened “Yugi!” he yelled running towards him and holding him in an embrace.

Yugi was caught off guard but he did welcome the embrace whole heatedly, he warped his arms around Yami's torso and hugged him back.

“Other Me!” he called out as Yami pulled back a little to look at him.

“Partner are you alright?! You went missing and I've been worried sick!” His eyes held so much worry, he wanted to make sure Yugi wasn't hurt.

Yugi smiled softly “I'm just fine! I'm not really sure what happened and how I ended up in my subconscious again…”

“Subconscious? Again? Is that where you where before?” Yami tilted his head slightly.

Yugi nodded and was about to explain more when they both heard the voice again calling for help.

Help me! Please help us!

“Did you hear that?” Yugi asked Yami who nodded.

“Someone needs our help” Yami answered.

They decided to split up to find the source of the voice; but with each door they opened they failed to find the one in distress. They both felt like they'd never find the owner of the voice until Kuribouh popped up and lead them towards another door. Opening it Yami saw the world inside was black and white almost like a comic book and the voice grew loader so they followed it.

As they did a colourful vortex opened up below their feet and they found themselves falling down a tunnel into a bright light. They found themselves floating in the sky over a vast land; full of lush green forests, rivers and valleys that lead to a ocean. In the centre of this land stood a tall castle floating on a island in the sky, it felt like one you'd see in a fantasy game.

But Yami noticed in the sky above there were gigantic clouds of swirling purple and blue with a yellow eye in the centre. The eye was reptilian in nature and had lighter yellow veins extending form the iris; they could see several creatures, duel monsters seemed to be drawn in and pulled into the eye disappearing into it's black iris.

“What is that?” Yugi asked before they where both quickly pulled towards the castle and entered it.

Floating down slowly inside a grand foley; three large statues in the shape of dragons made of crystal stood on platforms. Yugi and Yami had held hands as they floated down; Yami doing it mostly to keep Yugi close to him he didn't want to lose him now that they'd be reunited. Yugi was a bit nervous being in this new world but feeling the other Yugi's hand in his helped to keep him calm.

Both where amazed by everyone they'd seen so far but the statues by far where the most impressive; who'd made them? what force brought them here? where was here? And what was that eye in the sky? Those questions floated in their minds as they softly landed just below one of the dragon statues.

“Masters! The Chosen Duelist!” That same familiar voice had yelled out causing both Yugi and Yami to turn around.

Behind them a flurry of small lights swirled up and revealed the Dark Magician Girl, she floated in front of them with a look of joy on her face as she looked at both her masters.

“You came!” she smiled.

“Dark Magician Girl?” Yugi asked.

“You're the one who called us?” Yami also asked.

“Yes! Our world and your world are facing annihilation…The thoughts of the people in your world created our world, a world made of creative energy. But our two worlds also depends on each other to exist they are inseparable. But someone-” Dark Magician Girl looked over to Yugi, in his eyes a quick flash of green sparked in them making her pause and rush over to him quickly.

Yugi was surprised as she loomed over him a little she was still rather tall compared to him. A look of fear and worry in her eyes as she placed a hand on his cheek. As she let her thumb rub just under his eye, she looked deeply into Yugi's eyes but didn't see the green again. She signed softly in relief like something had scared her and she was just making sure what she saw wasn't really there.

Yugi was embarrassed and confused, as was Yami as he saw her strange actions towards his partner.

“Is…everything alright?” Yami started to ask Dark Magician Girl, but she looked back to him and nodded with a soft smile.

“Y-yes forgive me I just thought I saw…never mind!” Dark Magician Girl then continued; She told them that someone was trying to destroy the balance of their two worlds, the dark sun had appeared in their world and swallowed most of her people, now only she and very small number of monsters remained.

Around them the duel monsters who where left had appeared, they were all upset and looked like they'd been fighting for their lives. As Yugi watched them his heart was breaking just seeing how scared they all looked, they'd lost so much and it was truly upsetting to see. Yugi looked down unsure of what to do, Yami looked at his partner he didn't need to speak to understand what was going on Yugi's head.

“Is there away to save this world and ours?” Yugi looked up to Dark Magician Girl hoping she had the solution and that they could help.

And she did; she floated up towards one of the crystal dragon statues Yugi and Yami following her as she stopped just in front of the dragons eye, There was a sword sticking out of it almost like the sword in the stone. Dark Magician Girl had gone on to explain that these three statues were in fact the protectors of the duel monsters world, in ancient times but had used up all their power in their last battle and were put to sleep. There names are unknown and no one knows how long they've been there sleeping but a legend about them was all that exists. When both their worlds face annihilation only a true duelist can heal the dragons wounds and release their power once more.

“And I believe you can heal the dragon's wounds and release their power to save us all!” Dark Magician Girl looked to both her masters.

Yugi and Yami looked to each with a nod then they both placed a hand on the sword and started to pull, it felt very much stuck at first but they both were determined to remove the sword! Finally in a flash of light shot out pushing both boys back as the sword finally came lose and fell towards the ground. They could hear the cracking of glass as the massive statue started to shatter it's crystal shell, the teal green scales of the giant dragon glimmered as the beast had fully awakened.

Yugi and Yami both looked up at the dragon; for some reason they both knew the dragon's name so they said it a load. “Nameless Dragon, your name is…Timeaus!”

Once they spoke it's name it let out a powerful roar that echo all though out the great halls; Yugi and Yami again could feel the great power this dragon held the power to awaken the dormant powers of all duel monsters, this was the power of the Eye of Timeaus. Holding out their hands they both faced the great dragon allowing it's power to enter them, so they could hopefully use it to fight this great evil. A flash of blinding white light enveloped everything around them.

Yugi soon awoke in his bed in his body again he had control over himself once more. His eyes were soon a light with the shine of some kind of rainbow light in his room. Was it morning already? He sat up wondering what this strange light was, he turned to his window and looked up at the sky. No this wasn't the sun…

Meanwhile outside everyone who also was awakened by the strange rainbow light in the sky had come out to see what was happening. Yugi too had gotten dressed with his duel disk in hand this time, and came outside to join his grandfather who was still in his pyjamas looking up at the events as well. He pointed out that the duel monsters that were running a muck around the city seemed to be drawn toward this aurora in the sky. Yugi knew something was happening and he needed to check it out, he made his way down the street heading towards the center of the city.

[bethsullivan94]

Beth's Diary #1: Before The Storm

Hello and this is Beth's diary "hashtag one". I'm currently working as a guitar technician in Portland, Oregon. I constantly feel like I'm at the wrong place driving on the wrong lane of my dreams, you see, my whole family is from LA and everybody knows I wanted to become a profissional writer since high-school. I have skills for writting any kinds of stuff. From poetry to song lyrics, from short stories to novels. I even started a project for a Netflix tv-show with the help of a senior/war veteran about his life in the army. It was actually a comedy full of good fortune. I'm excellent on starting new projects but horrible to conclude them. And well, here I am now, brought by destiny, to LA! After a full night of work and partying. It's raining like crazy and I love it. It helps refreshing my memory and mind. It's alot going on concerning my internal battles. I'm near my youngest sister's home and I catch myself in a crossroad: You see, it's been a long time since I've been trying to prove myself and value to my family, the world and I. But when I say family, I only mean my youngest sister. My parents are separated and they're nuts. Dad was an alcoholic and mom is a drug addict. Even though me and Ellie tried SO hard to get a better life, forced into some part-time job becoming a full-time career - so to speak - there are just too many scars of life that holds us down somehow. Ellie might be the youngest, but she still the strongest. Always has the right answers to everything. Perhaps she got the turn around she deserved when she had her 3rd child, Kassie. Oh sweet Kassie, that cute little blondie angel she is. I miss her so much. I like to give her the best influence I can give her. My heart was beating differently to the rythm of the drums, few minutes ago at the live show. My life just took an unexpected turn tonight as I discovered I'm pregnant. This revelation sent me shockwaves to all my senses, including my burning eyes.

I'm completely unsure of how to navigate this chapter of my life and here's a toast to the worst case scenario, coz I'm doing this alone as I don't know exactly who or where the father is.

That's it. I'm gonna need Ellie's help to figure this one out. Again. I'm calling an uber L.A.X. to get there. *Beth leaves the pub and gets in the car while getting all wet by the heavy rain. Beth decides to make a quick stop at a shop to buy Kassie a gift and her father too. For Kassie, a nice bracelet for badass rock chicks only. As for Kassie's father, a toilet shape coffee mug with a saying ''Lazy man's beer mug". She laughed so hard when she spotted that one. Back in the uber driver's car, she can't help but feel a twinge of envy towards Ellie. Watching her youngest sister effortlessly juggle the responsibilities of motherhood while maintaining a stability and a sense of grace left Beth feeling weak and lonely.*

Beth swallowed her pride mixed with crying and sobbing and leaned on her faith of her sister's support. "Thanks for the ride!" I said, before getting off of the car. The heavy rain was the least of my problems at that moment. I didn't feel myself uncomfortable about the thousands of drops of water more than the life growing inside of me by each second that passed. I look up to the sky and I see the building she lives in. So tall and painted in red. Kind of gave me the creeps when coincidentally a thunder struck the sky. "Come on Beth, look alive" - said that to myself as I ring the door bell. I hear she yelling at the kids who were supposed to open the door for her. As she approaches the door, I take a step back. There's Ellie looking to the other corner of the coridoor, confused. I do a sneaky move and go near her while she's on her back to me. She slightly turns: "BOO!"

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Roger’s face felt hot as he dropped the nail clippers into the sink, angry tears rolling down his cheeks, almost like his body was disobeying him. It clattered loudly, not near loud enough to express how pissed he was. He wanted to pick them up and slam them down into the sink again, and again, and again until something snapped or shattered or broke. 

It seemed, ever since he had come home from the hospital, that’s all he was capable of. Slamming doors, breaking coffee mugs. No one had asked him how to fix their laptop since before his arm was amputated, no one was calling to talk to him about connecting a TV or just talk about anything normal instead of how are you feeling? I’m going to use kiddy gloves around you because I don’t know how to talk to you about this. 

No one addressed it when he snapped again and sent a fork flying across the table, or when he threw another goddamn bouquet of flowers because why does everything think I want fucking flowers. 

Stark white bandages covered his nub of a left arm, mocking him in the mirror. He could tell, looking at his naked torso, how much of his left side had atrophied. It was glaringly obvious that the two sides were unmatched, unwhole, like someone had tried to trace him on the other side and didn’t get it quite right. 

The damaged side was the source of his rage, limiting every fucking thing he did. It was like pressing into a bruise over and over again, being reminded how much it hurt. Just trying to get dressed in the morning, or make himself food, or take a leak, he fumbled and had to try again until he awkwardly succeeded. It was maddening.

He just wanted to trim his fingernails, overgrown white nails snagging on fabric everytime he tried to lay down for the night or change clothes. It felt unclean, like dirt was gathering under them. 

Roger reached up to scrub away tears as he heard doors opening outside of the bedroom, no doubt Riley coming to see what the slamming was. On reflection, he just let his hand drop. It was Riley, she didn’t care. She had walked in on him crying or smashing shit, and simply grabbed a broom or asked if he wanted a beer. 

The door cracked open, and he heard her talking before even fully looking at her face. “Ay, liquor store run, you want a six pack or do you wanna get properly fucked up tonight? I’m drinking.” Only Riley would ask a guy who is still on antibiotics and pain medications if he wanted to drink.

Against his own volition, that made him laugh. It seemed silly, out of place, and so absolutely Riley that it made him laugh. 

He had to admit to himself, when Riley had offered to move in with him, he hadn’t expected her to actually be of any use. He always thought of her as the girl you called for a party, not exactly the first person you call for babysitting duties. Somehow, she had been good for him. When he felt like his sanity was starting to slip, she just slotted into his life so perfectly as a crutch. 

“What, ran out of peppermint schnapps?” He said wetly, trying to take a jab at her. “Yeah, in highschool, when I puked them all over my mom’s white couch.” She picked up on the joke. “I was thinking fireball, graduate from highschool to college.”

“Ew.” He sniffed loudly, thankful that she didn’t comment on his crying. 

“Hey, Riley…” He gave pause. He didn’t like this at all, asking for help. Logically, he had to, that was the only way he was going to trim his nails without accidentally cutting himself or just failing miserably at the task. 

She didn’t ask. She didn’t run to his side or encourage him to ask her. That’s why she worked so well living in his house. 

“Can you cut my nails?” “Sure thing.” Her joking tone dropped, but it didn’t ruin anything. The silence felt normal between them. 

White nail bits went flying from under the metal tool as she clipped them, carelessly left to collect alongside the bits of hair and dust on the ground. Roger’s face burned as she got close to him, stretching out his fingers. From embarrassment? He wasn't exactly sure. 

When she finished his pinky, he dropped his hand away. “Hang on.” She interrupted, to his confusion. Riley started to dig through his drawers until she found a nail file that Roger didn't even know he had. 

The sound and feeling of the file gave him the creeps, his skin crawling as she wore down the jagged edges left from cutting his nails. 

“I know.” She said, like she was reading his mind, her brow furrowed in concentration. “I hate it too.” 

But she was done quickly. 

He pressed his thumb nail against his index finger pad, finding the nail length was plenty short enough. Relief spread through him as he checked every nail, rounded and short. He felt cleaner, somehow, even though he still probably needed to wash his hand. 

“So, beer or fireball?” She interrupted his thoughts, the same perfectly flawed Riley as ever. 

[lyokotyper95]

Late Night Snack

Aelita carefully walks down a brown wooden staircase. She grips the brown stair rail tightly as she puts little pressure on her feet. As she makes it to the bottom, she looks into the darkened room ahead of her. Sighing, she walks slowly towards the room and turns on the light

She stares at the grey cobble center table. Four brown chairs are on each side of the table. There is also a sink and a white refrigerator. Aelita walks over to the refrigerator. As she extends her hand towards the door handle, she hears some footsteps approaching. She gasps as she turns. A blond-haired woman is smiling at her

“I-I’m sorry! I was feeling hungry and I, um…”

The woman walked over to Aelita and held her shoulders

“How about I make us a nice late-night snack?”

Aelita’s eyes widened

“Are you sure? I already feel so burdensome after all you’ve done today”

The woman placed her hand on Aelita’s cheek. Aelita blushed

“Any friend of Jeremy’s is never a burden. How about you help me with the baking?”

“Baking?”

The woman nodded

“Jeremy mentioned to me that your favorite desert was hot cocoa and sugar cookies. He said it was something your mom used to make as a desert”

“He mentioned that?”

“Yes. I think tonight would be a good night to make that. But is that something you’d like to eat?”

Aelita smiled

“Yes. I would like that very much”

Jeremy’s mom smiled

“Then let’s get started”

The two got various supplies and ingredients. White and brown sugar, eggs, flour, baking soda, a chunk of chocolate, cornstarch, whole milk, nutmeg, cinnamon, and vanilla extract. All was laid out on the counter. This was along with some bowls, whisks, and spoons.

“Thank you for helping me, Aelita”

“Of course! Its only appropriate. And it also reminds me when my mom would bake for us”

“Your mother sounded like a wonderful woman”

“She was. And she was a great baker”

“I’m sure she’d be proud if she could see you baking”

Aelita gasped

“I don’t know. I’m not that great at baking. Or cooking for that matter”

“Don’t you worry. I’ll teach you”

“Thank you. I’ll try not to make a mess”

“And if you do, that’s ok. We learn best from our mistakes”

The two smiled at one another and got to baking

Despite some broken eggs, some of the dry batter being sprinkled out the bowl, and the hot cocoa overflowing, the two managed to make the desert. Jeremy’s mom placed the cookies in two separate places and put them on the table. She then filled two mugs with the thick hot cocoa and gave one to Aelita

“Thank you”

Jeremy’s mom ruffled Aelita’s hair. The two sat next to one another

“Go ahead”

Aelita picked up the sugar cookie

“I would dunk them in the hot cocoa as a kid and eat it like that”

“I’ve never thought of that”

The two dunked the cookies into the hot cocoa and munched on them. Their cheeks turned rosy

“This is so delicious!” said Aelita

“It truly is. I’m glad you enjoy it”

“I do. I appreciate you doing this Ms. Belpois”

“You can call me Marian”

“Ah. Well, thank you Marian”

“You’re welcome sweetheart”

The two continue to eat and chat, giggling and smiling throughout. Once finished, they washed up

“I really enjoyed this meal. Jeremy and I haven’t done things like this since he was younger”

“Really? With how you cook I figured he’d eat like this often”

Marian laughed

“He’s too glued to his computer screen! But I am glad he’s passionate in something. He even seems a lot happier as of late”

“I see. I wonder why?”

Marian placed her hands on her hips and smirked

“What?”

“He’s happy because of you!”

“Huh? No way! I mean, he does seem in better spirits but that’s probably for other reasons”

“You and Jeremy have a special bond. He hasn’t ever had a friend as close as what you two have. I am so thankful”

Marain embraced Aelita. Aelita hugged Marian back. Marian kneeled down and kissed Aelita on the cheek

“I am so glad to have you as a part of our family”

Aelita smiled widely. The two said their good nights and parted ways. Aelita walked up back to her spare room. Once in bed she closes her eyes and smiles

“Thank you Marian, for being so kind…”

She dozes off to bed

[battymommastuff]

My Way of Life

Batmom x Batfam

Prompt: He always believed that he could take better care of Batmom than Bruce could. He knew that he could...

TW: This is a darker fic! Use of stalkers and obessisve behavior!

"How long has it been?"

"Going on three days now."

Jason rested his hand on his mouth while the other was crossed over his body. You'd been missing for three days now. Bruce knew it was a bad idea to let you stay so late at the Wayne Enterprises, but you reassured him that you would be okay. Now you were missing. No one wanted to think of the worst case scenario. If you were dead, then all of Gotham would burn. Bruce was hellbent on it. He always made a vow to never kill, but for you? He would kill them all if they killed you. It was a scarier side of him, “How’s Bruce holding up?” Jason asked as he looked towards the grandfather clock. Behind it was the entrance to the Batcave where the Dark Knight was currently searching for you.

“Not good. Alfred is forcing him to eat, he’ll go on a killing spree if something happens to Mom.” Stephanie said as she clutched her mug worriedly. Inside was nothing, but water. It was your favorite mug to drink from, and it was providing a sense of comfort for her while you were gone. “We’ve searched everywhere Jason. It’s like she’s vanished from Gotham. Dick even has the Titans searching. Damian isn’t taking this well either.” She said while shaking her head, “Tim’s flying in from Paris later today. He’s joining the growing search party.” She mumbled trying to find some humor in this stressful situation. Stephanie was right, Damian wasn’t taking this well. Out of all of the members of the ever growing BatFamily, Damian was the one who spent the most time with you besides Bruce. Considering that he was still too young to live on his own, he was always with you.

“The spawn blames himself for this, doesn't he?” Jason asked and Stephanie nodded. Damian always boasted that he could protect you better than any other member of the family…besides Alfred. Since you’ve been missing, he’s been blaming himself for it. How could he have let this happen? He should have stayed with you instead of going on patrol. In his mind, this was a failure, and he wouldn’t show mercy to anyone who had anything to do with this. Even if they had to pull him off, Damian wasn’t going to show mercy this time. “Well, I gave Bruce the footage from the Iceberg Lounge…wasn’t easy to get. I’ll patrol around there tonight to see if I can find anything. Penguin isn’t above kidnapping her to get what he wants…whatever he wants.” He mumbled then said his goodbyes. Jason walked to his car that he’d gotten recently and got in. As he turned it on, the radio began to play and he smiled softly.

Jason couldn’t help but smile more as he made his way to his apartment. The most greatest thing in this life was waiting there for him.

Gotta have you near all the time, with your dreams wrapped up in mine...

Gotta be a part of your soul and your heart all the time...

Jason looked up at his window once he made it to his apartment, and saw it was trying to be opened. His smile turned to a frown and he quickly made his way up to his apartment. He silently opened the door and walked in. Thanks to his training, he was as silent as a mouse. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked the person trying to open the previously boarded up window. The person didn’t say anything, and just froze. “Are you trying to escape? Ma, how could you?” He whispered before shaking his head and walking towards you. You clutched the hammer in your hands while keeping your back towards him. The hammer was going to be used in an attempt to try and get free. Once he got close enough, you turned and swung your arm. He was too fast. Jason pried the tool from your hand before he started pulling you back towards “Your Room”. You began kicking and screaming for him to let you go. 

Nothing in the world that I do means a thing without you...

I'm just half alive in my struggle to survive without you...

You are my way of life, the only way I know, you are my way of life...

I'll never let you go...

Once he got you in there, Jason tossed you onto your bed and shackled you towards the headboard, “All I wanted you to do was stay put! I even let you out of your room Ma! Why can’t you listen?” He asked, ignoring the pleading that came from the woman who raised him for the few years that he was living in Wayne Manor. “I saved you! From him. Bruce doesn’t understand you…he can’t care for you! I can.” He whispered before he started tucking her into the bed.

“Jason, please let me go…we can go home and talk this through.” You plead while trying to get away from him. Jason looked visibly annoyed, and pinned you down to the bed while grabbing the blankets. “Please let me go.” You whispered feeling utterly terrified. Your second oldest…kidnapped you. You thought he’d shown up to take you home, but as soon as you got close, he sedated you and then you woke up chained to a bed in his guest bedroom. He walked in as if it was a normal day, and tried feeding you, even bathing you. All the while, he was talking about how disappointed he was in Bruce for not caring for you. It took you a while to process what was going on, but when you did…you started trying to escape. The tracker in your arm? Disabled. The comms hidden in your earring? Gone. Every way that you could possibly be tracked was gone. You had completely vanished from the face of the planet.

But Jason wasn’t smart enough.  He didn’t think to make sure that Barbara couldn’t recover the deleted footage from the cameras surrounding the Wayne Enterprise Building. They saw it all, they saw you being sedated, and taken away. Now they were all coming for you. Jason couldn’t stand a chance. Even Selina offered to help get you back. Despite your rocky past with her, she’s grown to like you and even see you as a friend. It was as if Jason knew they were coming. Call it a sixth sense, but he just knew. When the windows were shattered and every member besides Barbara made their way into the apartment, they were met with you being held against Jason with a gun to your head, “Make a move, and I’ll kill her. You’re not taking her from me!” He growled as he looked at everyone carefully. He knew that he couldn’t fight them…it was impossible to win. Even if he did, one of them would get away with you.

Never let you out of my sight, be it day, be it night...

You belong to me, that's the way it will, be wrong or right...

“Let her go Jason, don’t make us have to fight you.” Tim pleaded as he stepped forward. Jason flinched and pressed the gun more to your skull. He was watching every movement carefully. He wasn’t going to let anyone get the jump on him. “You don’t love her like I do Bruce! You make her cry! You don’t take care of her! I do! I love her!” He yelled and you whimpered softly. You just wanted your husband to take you away from all of this. You wanted your son to get help, and stop this madness. “Isn’t that right Ma, just me and you. After everything Bruce puts you through…he doesn’t deserve you.” He said and looked at you. You nodded quickly in agreement afraid of what he would do if you didn’t.

I don't need the crowds at my door, the applause from the floor...

All I need is you and the love we once knew, nothing more...

You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life...

I'll never let you go because I love you so...

He didn’t take into account the cat stealthy making her way towards him. Once she got close enough, Selina kicked Jason’s legs out from under him, and grabbed you before he could take you down with him. Jason’s gun fired and hit the roof. Bruce quickly took you from Selina and hid you behind his back where Damian, and Cass kept a firm grip on you.

Now Jason was sitting in his own cell at Arkham Asylum. That same smile on his face as he listened to the song playing on the radio while looking out of the window at the Gotham sky. He whistled along softly while swinging his leg back and forth.

You are my way of life, the only way I know, make me your way of life...

Don't ever go...

[comfortbucky]

Hey! If requests are still open I was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic where reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up? 💗💗

HELL YEAH!!!

REQUESTS!!! ARE!!! OPEN!!!

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pairing: bodyguard!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack

tags: grumpy!bucky, bodyguard!bucky, fluffy bucky!!!

A/N: okay i have never written bodyguard!bucky before but i just thought it would be such a sweet concept to see him being soft🥺

sorry if the ending is kind of bad😭 i didn’t know how to quite wrap it all up, but i hope u enjoy!!!!!!!! <3 i had so much fun writing about bodyguard!bucky!!!!!

word count: 2.9k

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Y/N groaned as her phone alarm went off and hit snooze for the fifth time. She reached her hand out, head facing away and resting on her pillow, fumbling for her phone to turn off the incessant sound. Before she could shut it off, the noise stopped. Y/N turned her head slightly to see a large, dark figure in the corner of her eye. She turned her head fully to see her bodyguard with a frown on his face as he shut her alarm off.

“Your alarm, it’s annoying,” Bucky grumbled. “You should get up anyways, busy schedule today.” He walked out of the room before she could respond. Super soldier hearing was no joke if he was able to hear her alarm from his bedroom down the hall. Y/N sighed as her face planted into the pillow.

She was not looking forward to the events planned out for the day. During the day, there was a slew of interviews she had, back to back, and at night, a gala she was being forced to attend by her father.

Being the daughter of a wealthy tech tycoon had its perks for sure, but Y/N did not consider all of the press she did as a part of them. She never liked being in the spotlight but was forced to be, a birthright she had. Growing up with her dad, she’d developed a fascination for tinkering with computers, game consoles, and everything in-between. She spent a lot, practically all of her free time, with her dad when her mom had passed away. Her dad ended up throwing himself into his life’s work and she worked with him closely in the beginning, but slowly started to drift apart from him as she started to make a name for herself.

Earlier that week, her dad had sent her a text, informing her that a big announcement would be made at the gala. Big parties and large crowds weren’t really her thing, but it seemed like she didn’t have the option to avoid this one.

She got ready for the day, walking down to her kitchen to see her bodyguard, Bucky, sitting at the table, reading a book. As soon as he heard her come down the steps, he stood up and put his book away.

“C’mon, we’re already running late,” he mumbled, making his way to the door. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, grabbing a granola bar as she briskly followed behind him.

When her dad became a big name in the world of tech, the last thing Y/N thought she needed was a bodyguard, but her dad felt otherwise. It took one, very close call, of her almost getting mugged for her dad to immediately assign a personal bodyguard for her. She insisted that it was unnecessary, seeing that she was a fully grown adult, but her dad refused, as he was the one paying for Bucky’s salary.

Bucky had always been rather closed off since the beginning, and not much had changed since he was first assigned to her a little over a year ago. He kept their relationship very professional, only speaking when necessary and leaving the room whenever he wasn’t needed. She had tried to get him to open up more, learn about his past, but he always shut her questions down by either ignoring her or changing the topic to discussing something work-related. He was an enigma to her, which only left her wanting to solve the mystery that was James Bucky Barnes but couldn’t seem to crack the code.

Her first two interviews went smoothly, exactly what she was used to. A couple of questions about her current projects at work, some about her dad sprinkled in, and what she had planned for the future. It was a format she was used to and had come to appreciate, not exactly enjoying being the center of attention. During her last interview, however, she was caught off guard by one of the last questions she was asked.

“I know this might be an awkward question to ask, but I just have to! The people want to know: do you think your dad’s ever going to return to the dating pool?”

Y/N choked on her saliva. She knew her dad was an attractive man, seeing posts on social media of people fawning over him. Although she found it to be very weird and uncomfortable, she just brushed it all aside, not wanting to think about it as it only led to her thinking about the loss of her mom, a sore spot for her.

Y/N cleared her throat and forced out a chuckle. “I think that’s a question only he can answer, I don’t always know what’s going on in that crazy head of his.”

The interviewer laughed and proceeded to transition into the next segment. Y/N quickly thanked the interviewer and left, Bucky swiftly following behind. He had a feeling that something was off, as Y/N would typically stay behind to chat with the interviewer, crew members, even the service staff, whenever she finished an interview. It was always something he admired about her, how down to earth she remained, despite all of the privileges she had. She went out of her way to thank everyone on set, no matter how small their role might seem. He always told the drivers to pull the car up a little later than originally planned, just so she would have the extra time to talk.

Y/N pushed the doors open, only to find an empty street. She turned around and gave Bucky a curious look.

“Sorry, the driver just texted me,” he said, as he sent a text to the driver, telling him to come now. “He’s running late.”

Y/N nodded and leaned against the wall, looking down to fiddle with her hands. Bucky leaned against the opposite wall, facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You okay?”

Y/N looked up at Bucky to find a gentle look in his eyes, slightly taken aback at the sight. She always found herself drawn to his piercing blue eyes, but they usually had a colder glint to them. This was a look she’d never seen before.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied, averting her gaze down as she felt her cheeks flush at the sight of Bucky’s soft gaze.

The car arrived, cutting off Bucky’s train of thought as he was thinking of what to say to her. For a moment he debated on continuing the conversation in the car but figured she already had a long night ahead of her and didn’t want to push any further.

After a quick pit stop back to Y/N’s place, allowing her to change into an evening gown, the car headed to the venue of the gala. Bucky got out of the car before her, walking around to the other side to open her door. Before she stepped out, Y/N took a deep breath in and exhaled, plastering a fake smile on her face as a surge of flashing lights from cameras greeted her. Bucky watched, seeing her seamlessly transform from Y/N, the girl who needed to set a million alarms before actually waking up, to Y/N, tech extraordinaire, one of the most powerful people in the tech world.

Once they were inside the venue, Bucky stuck to his usual routine. Scope out the exits, look for any potential threats, and make sure Y/N was in his eyesight. Bucky kept close by but also kept his distance. He wanted to make sure that he gave her enough space whenever they were out, knowing that having him around was her dad’s idea and that she wasn’t too fond of having security detail in the first place. So he did everything he could to make himself blend in with the crowd, allowing her to roam freely, only following her when she moved out of his line of vision.

Y/N walked around, not knowing a single soul but making polite small talk with the rest of the guests. She became accustomed to knowing how to act at these types of events over the span of her adult life. Food, drinks, more food, home. Crowds made her uneasy, but she always felt calmer when she saw Bucky in her peripheral vision. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but over the last year, he had become a constant source of relief at these public events. Just knowing that he was there if she felt uncomfortable, unsafe, or wanted to leave early made her public outings much more bearable.

“Hey, sweetie! I’m so glad you made it.” Y/N turned around at the sound of her dad’s voice and smiled, moving in to hug him.

“Yeah well, you said you had a big announcement, so I figured I’d stop by,” she joked, eliciting a chuckle from her dad as they pulled away from each other.

“I’m about to make it now,” he started, placing his hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “And I was wondering if you could join me on stage for it? I know that’s not your thing, but it would mean so much to me, Y/N.”

While she absolutely hated the idea of having to stand in front of thousands of people, she reluctantly nodded. Y/N and her dad had slowly grown apart the past several years, only talking a couple times a month to catch up. With both of their busy schedules, they always seemed to miss each other. Despite their growing apart, she would do anything for her dad, especially if it meant so much to him.

Bucky slowly followed behind, as Y/N and her dad walked up to the stage. Y/N glanced behind her to give a slight smile to Bucky, to which he nodded back. He stood backstage, watching them from behind the curtains.

“Hi everyone, thanks so much for coming out tonight,” Y/N’s dad spoke into the mic. She was standing beside him, hands clasped in front of her, trying to look calm and not totally anxious.

“Since the success of my brand, people have said that I am a man who has everything. And I definitely have a lot to be thankful for, my company, my friends, and most importantly, my daughter.” Her dad extended a hand out to point to Y/N and the crowd cheered. Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. Despite his brooding attitude, he had come to grow fond of Y/N, being able to see her for who she truly was. She was smart, witty, and had a heart of gold.

“The only thing I’ve been missing,” her dad looks down at the ground for a second, before looking back out at the crowd. “Is someone to share it all with.” Y/N’s smile faltered and felt her stomach drop. She couldn’t fully register the words coming out of her dad’s mouth.

“After Sarah, my wife had passed, I didn’t think I would be able to love again. Until I met Alyssa.” Y/N was frozen in place upon hearing her dad’s confession. She’d never heard of anyone named Alyssa during any of their catch-up calls and now he was saying he loved her? Y/N quickly turned as a woman walked out on stage. The woman walked over to her dad and he wrapped one of his arms around her waist before speaking.

“Now I feel complete, now I have everything.” He pulled Y/N to him and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, smiling for the cameras ahead. There were a lot of strategies Y/N had devised over the years to deal with potential unexpected and uncomfortable situations in a composed manner to avoid having a PR nightmare.

She didn’t have one for this.

Tearing herself from her dad’s hold, she ran off stage, heading towards the exit that led to the outside. Y/N took in the fresh air, trying to stop her hyperventilating. It wasn’t working. Her chest felt tight as she began gasping for air, struggling to take in oxygen.

She was having a panic attack. It was nothing she hadn’t experienced before, but it had been so long since she’d had one. The last time she remembered, was at her mom’s funeral.

Her mom. Her dad. Alyssa.

Her thoughts were pushed aside as her vision blurred, her eyes swelling up with tears. Y/N felt like she had no control over her body and shut her eyes, allowing the panic to consume her.

Then, a firm, but gentle, warm feeling in her hands.

Y/N blinked her eyes open to reveal Bucky, standing in front of her. She looked down and saw that it was his hands in hers, holding them tight.

“Can you breathe for me, honey?”

His voice came out in a soft whisper, accompanied by the warmest and welcoming smile. She shook her head, unable to control her quick and rapid breaths. Bucky squeezed her hands a little tighter, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the back of her hand.

“Yes you can, just breathe with me, okay?”

He started to breathe in and out slowly and eventually, she was able to follow his lead, deciding to focus on his eyes. There was that look from before the ride to the gala, the gentle look in his eyes. She’d always felt that his blue eyes reminded her of stormy seas, but now, now they made her think of the calmness of the ocean in the early morning, waves crashing softly on the shores.

As she regained her composure, she realized she’d been staring into Bucky’s eyes for, probably, far too long. Bucky felt her tight grip on his hands loosen and reluctantly let go of her hands. He immediately missed the softness of her hands and how small they were in comparison to his much larger, calloused, hands.

“T- Thank you,” she stuttered out, her gaze locked on the ground, as she placed her hands to her sides.

“It’s no problem. I get them too,” he replied. She looked up at him as he clarified. “Panic attacks. PTSD from serving overseas.”

Y/N face drops, her stomach churning at the thought that Bucky had ever experienced panic like she had. She returned her gaze to the ground as a silence washed over them.

“He didn’t tell me about her,” she spoke in a quiet voice. “Never brought her up once. But I guess she must be pretty special for him to do all of this.”

Bucky stood a couple steps in front of her, seeing teardrops fall from her face. She lifted her head up to wipe away her tears, her hands shaking from anxiety. Y/N placed her hands on her face and started to sob.

She was slightly hurt by the idea of her dad loving any other woman than her mom but knew that he’d have to move on eventually. What hurt her the most was the fact that he didn’t tell her, not until they were on stage, standing before a crowd of people. It was too much for her to handle and she reached her breaking point.

Bucky’s heart dropped at the sight. He cautiously stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Something his PTSD had taught him was how pressure from a hug could help relax the nervous system and calm him down. He held her firmly in his arms until he felt her breathing slow. She looked up at him, remaining in his embrace, her eyes glassy from crying, nose red and sniffly. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat and immediately pushed the thought away.

“You wanna leave, honey?”

She nodded in response, staying in his arms for just a second longer before pulling away. Y/N longed for his warm touch, feeling like a child who had their security blanket taken away. It didn’t help that it was also cold outside, sending a chill down her spine.

Bucky noticed and shrugged his suit jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She beamed a smile at him and he smiled back.

The pair walked around the outside of the venue to find the car when they ran into a mob of paparazzi, shouting questions at Y/N about her sudden exit. Like a reflex, she grabbed hold of Bucky’s hand and he gave her a comforting squeeze as he cleared a path towards the car.

Bucky and Y/N were sat next to each other in the car, which was not the typical seating arrangement they usually had, usually sitting on opposite ends of the car. But Y/N hadn’t let go of his hand, not quite ready to separate herself from his warmth. Bucky had absolutely no problem with that, mindlessly rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. She felt safe. She always felt safe with Bucky around.

Y/N felt her eyelids become heavy, struggling to keep them open. She was exhausted from her long day, and her panic attack had taken most of her energy away.

Bucky felt a weight on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see Y/N’s head resting there. He felt a warmth rush to his cheeks and smiled, resting his head on top of hers.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. “You always make me feel so safe.”

Bucky felt a surge of tenderness rush through him. That was all he ever wanted to do. He wanted to keep her safe. He kissed her forehead, causing her to snuggle closer to him.

“Of course, honey. I’m here, always.”

[gojosoath]

Wilted Grace — Nanami/Gojo Fic

MINORS DON’T INTERACT! // 18+ ONLY!

pairing: nanami kento x gojo satoru x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns) x poly relationship

genre: romance x angst x smut x polyamory x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au, nanami and gojo are just normal dudes living in a normal world, lol)

warnings: SA x smut x a bit of an age gap (everyone is a consenting adult fyi) x explicit language

Summary: (AU) The story follows Y/N, Nanami and Gojo in a polyamorous relationship; the three of them navigating the new dynamic relationship for the first time in their lives. The three of them begin exploring aspects both emotionally and sexually, finding themselves on a complex journey of facing their inner demons and also healing themselves.

DO NOT REPOST/COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE ELSE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©gojosoath  

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a/n: I overthought this chapter way too much. No matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to be 100% satisfied with it. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy it. Feedback is deeply appreciated! :) 

Part 2: Reservation for Two (wc: 2.4k) 

Nanami had practically spit out his coffee when he saw you already suggested the two of you meet up in person. He wasn’t sure if this is usually how fast dating app messages go. He reminded himself, then again, the whole point of dating apps was about getting together in person and getting to know each other. He couldn’t pinpoint why exactly he was freaking out about setting up a date with you when he’s been on blind dates that were set up by his sister, mom, and even Gojo. Nanami always went to those blind dates feeling like he needed to get them over with, he always left them with a weight off his shoulders. 

Nanami set his coffee mug down, he already opened up your message and felt he needed to respond now instead of later. He didn’t want to leave you on read and think he wasn’t interested anymore. What was the difference? Getting to know someone through a screen or in person. He preferred to meet someone in person and responding to your message would be to go down that path. Nanami braces himself and types out a response to you;

Nanami: Thank you for sharing your hobbies. Sure, we can set aside a time and day to have dinner together. When are your free times?

┅

1 week later

“Do you think you two will end up fucking tonight?”

You gave your roommate a wide eye look, “Chloe, we need to make sure I don’t get kidnapped first. One step at a time.”

Chloe is applying their liner in the mirror, pausing to take a look at the process so far, “Okay, but if he doesn’t kidnap you, do you think you two will have sex or no?”

You finished putting in your earrings, “I don’t know!” You exclaimed, moving over to your bed and shoving last-minute items into your bag like your chapstick, wallet, and a pocket-sized mirror. “I usually like to take things slow and let stuff happen naturally, you know?”

Chloe turns around in her seat to look at you, “The pictures you showed me of him, he was so fucking hot.” 

You couldn’t hold back the smile appearing on your lips, “He is very hot, yes. But, you never know, he could be a misogynistic, narcissistic psychopath.” 

Chloe comes over to your side and hands you one of their perfume bottles, “We’ll find out tonight, then.” 

┅

Nanami decided on a plain gray tie to go with his black button-up shirt. He opens up the drawer in his walk-in closet and chooses his favorite wristwatch, one he had last year as a birthday gift from his mom. He had his blonde hair gelled and combed in his usual business attire, and he decided at the last minute to go without his glasses and put his contacts in. He was always slightly conscious of the way he looked without his glasses as his dark circles were much more noticeable without them. 

Nanami had made a reservation for the two of you at a restaurant that was a ten-minute drive from his place. You told him during the planning of your guys’ messages that you’d be able to make it to the restaurant on your own. Nanami appreciated your already assertive and clear communication, telling him your available times to meet up with dinner that fit your class schedule and that you’ve already got the transportation covered to go back to your place.

Nanami double-checked everything, his outfit, hair, cologne. He’s used to having the jitters before dates, but this one seemed amped up. He knew the reason being that you two met through a dating app and the eight-year age gap. Plus, it’s been four years since he was in a long-term relationship, and that was with Julia. He couldn’t help but feel he was getting too old for dating, for meeting new people. After most of his dates the past years that never went anything beyond a first date, he couldn’t help but drown himself into his office work. He’d always stay overtime at the office, head stuffed between paperwork and multiple computer screens, overloading on caffeine. He wanted to keep himself busy, it’s why he would usually fall asleep while reading something on his tablet or a book in bed. 

Nanami slipped his wallet into the pocket of his blazer and grabbed his car keys. He didn’t realize he had forgotten his phone back in his room until he had made it to the elevator. As he walked back to his room, he said to himself, “Get yourself together, Nanami.”

┅

Nanami arrived at the restaurant early. He did this intentionally, as his nervousness put pressure on him to not mess this first date up. He arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes earlier than the original set date time you two had decided on. He told the greeter that he had a reservation for two and he was guided to his table. The restaurant had cozy fairy lights that went around the ceilings, and tall plants placed in the corner of the room. The tables were covered with a white cloth and in the middle were several fake candles and vines. Nanami wasn’t much of a drinker, to begin with, he only drank when it was at employee dinners when the boss was present. And even then, he’d only take a few sips and call it day. The waiter offered Nanami wine but Nanami kindly refused as you were still not of age to legally be drinking. 

A few minutes after the planned date time and you arrived at the restaurant. Nanami was looking at the menu but not reading anything. It wasn’t until Nanami heard the waiter by him that he realized you had arrived. Nanami immediately stood up and greeted you with a small bow of his head. 

“Good evening, Y/N,” He lowered his gaze. 

You extended your arm out to him and Nanami took it, giving you a gentle handshake, “Hi, Nanami. So glad to see you,” You gave him a confident, pretty smile and sat down in your seat. 

The first thought that came to Nanami’s head seeing you for the first time in person was; She’s much more beautiful in person. He thought you looked stunning in your simple dress that came down to your shins. The dress had spaghetti straps and was a deep purple, it hugged your figure in all the right places. Nanami wanted to hide his face behind the menu when another thought crept into his mind; She’s got nice tits.

Nanami shoved the thought to the side, and cleared his throat, “You can look through the menu and see what you want. Take your time.”

You set your chin in your hands and continued to give him a pretty smile, “I already know what I want. I have a habit of looking at the menu before eating somewhere.” 

Nanami gives you a small nod, “Sounds wonderful. I’ve eaten here before, I usually stick with the same thing.”

“So,” You gushed, “I’ll be honest with you, you’re very handsome, Nanami.”

Nanami looked like he had just seen you transform into an angel, “Oh, uh…thank you, Y/N. I apologize…” he slightly tugs at his tie, “I wasn’t expecting that comment, but I appreciate it.” Nanami flips through the menu and then adds sheepishly, “You’re very pretty yourself, Y/N.”

You didn’t seem shy from his compliment at all, “Whatever you want to know about me, just ask,” you lean back in your chair, not breaking eye contact with him. The waiter arrives and asks if you two are ready to order, the two of you do so. Once the waiter leaves, you’re the one to resume the conversation. “How long have you worked in an office setting?”

“Since I’ve graduated college, I majored in business and marketing.”

You raise your eyebrows, “I get the feeling you’ve got too much personality to work in an office setting.”

Nanami was thrown off guard by your comment, “How so?”

You lightly shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, you just give me the feeling that you chose the easiest career choice. Is there anyone out there that actually enjoys business?”

This earned an unexpected, small laugh from Nanami, he couldn’t help it, you were right. There’s no way anyone would enjoy such a corrupted and depressing subject. The business was all about selfishly bringing as much profit to the company you worked at as possible; no matter how dirty the process is to get there. 

“What about you?” Nanami asks, “What are you majoring in?”

“Graphic designing,” You said, “I know there’s a heavy business to graphic designing, but I enjoy the freedom of expression you’re able to do digitally. Well, when you’re able to have the freedom of expression.”

Nanami nods his head and then says, “I feel that we should address our age gap.”

“I agree.”

Nanami begins, “I’ve never been with anyone as young as you. The youngest I’ve been with someone was only by a year.”

“You’re my first.”

“What?” He asked, blinking. 

“You’re my first date, ever.”

“I thought you said you’ve had experience with dating apps.”

“I’ve been on dating apps,” You clarified, “but it never went anything beyond messaging. Didn’t seem to go further than that. I wasn’t allowed to date in my household.”

Nanami is panicking on the inside by what you just revealed to him; this was your first ever date?! He had to make sure it was a good date, no, a perfect date. But why would you choose someone this much older to be your first date? For your first date, you were pretty damned charismatic and seemed relaxed. Nanami remembers his first date that was when he was a sophomore in high school and he was a nervous wreck. No, Nanami felt terrified, if this was your first date, it shouldn’t be with someone like him, it should be someone in one of your classes. Someone you meet at a frat party or someone your friend sets up with.

“Are you sure you want someone like me to be your first date?” Nanami finds himself asking you.

You think for a moment, “Hmm,” You set both of your elbows onto the table, “I mean, I’m already here, might as well see how it goes.”

Nanami feels like the room is getting smaller, feeling appalled with himself that he even went through with this. Why did he even decide to get on a dating app in the first place? He suddenly wanted to get up and leave, pretending this never happened. He had never swiped on your profile when you came on his feed or messaged you back. Before Nanami can open his mouth to suggest the both of you head on home, you’re inquiring more about him.

“You said you like to bake, you like sweets?”

Nanami nodded his head, “Yes, I do.”

“What kind?”

“Cupcakes, pies, brownies…those are several I can think of off the top of my head.”

“Do you like living in the city?”

“I do, do you?”

“I love it, I want to do more exploring. I’m not from here.”

“Where are you from?” 

“About several hours from the city.” 

“What made you want to come to the city?”

“The beautiful city, I can’t do small towns like the one I’ve lived throughout my whole life. They’re boring and feel suffocating. Do you do a lot of exploring?”

Nanami shrugs his shoulders, “I mostly work.”

“Work? But don’t you get weekends off?”

“I do.”

“What do you do then?”

“Clean, cook, sometimes I’ll go for walks.”

“You and I should explore the city, get you out there more.”

Nanami feels his stomach flutter lightly, he cannot pinpoint why. You don’t look away from him, from the looks of it, you don’t seem nervous at all. He thinks back to what Gojo said, asking him if you were into older men. 

“Are you attracted to…older guys?”

You take a sip from your drink, “No, I never imagined myself swiping on someone your age. To be honest…” You set your drink down and for the first time in the night, you seemed flustered, “I was hesitant on going through with this date.”

“I don’t take any offense,” Nanami reassures you, “I was very nervous, myself.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Well, it’s good to hear that we’re both being cautious with this. Don’t worry, I’m not looking for a daddy or anything like that with this.” 

Nanami looks down to hide his smile, “Noted.” 

The rest of the date goes smoothly, the two of you eat your food and talk about other things that come naturally. Nanami likes that you’re talkative and that you ask a lot of questions. When it comes to paying for the meal, Nanami insists on paying for both of you, but you don’t accept it. In the end, the two of you end up splitting the bill. When it’s time to say goodbye, the two of you are outside of the restaurant. You have your coat on which you pull to wrap around yourself and Nanami can’t help but find this cute.

“It was a pleasure finally meeting you, Y/N.”

You smile at him, “You too, Nanami. I had a really good time, thank you for giving me such a sweet first date.”

Nanami feels his cheeks become warm at your comment, “Thank you for a good dinner and date as well.”

You tilt your head to the side, “I’ll message you, okay?” 

Nanami nods his head, “Let me know when you get back to your place safely.”

You bite your bottom lip and look away as you ask him, “Can we hug?”

Nanami is surprised by your question, he responds with, “Yes, if you want to.”

“I do,” You stay in your place and realize just how stiff Nanami is. So you’re the first one to spread your arms and he finally steps towards you and wraps his arms around you. His arms get wrapped around your shoulders, your head coming up to his chest. Your arms are linked around his torso, and you’re engulfed in his cologne and scent. He smells fucking amazing, for a split moment, you think you’re seeing stars. The hug is brief but still cute. You notice the way Nanami seemed nervous hugging you whereas you gave his torso a light squeeze before the two of you stepped back. 

“Talk to you later!” You call out to him as you make your way to the parking lot where Chloe is parked in their car waiting for you.

Nanami waves at you and sheepishly goes to where his car is parked as well and when he finally gets into his car, he covers his face with his hands hoping you didn’t notice the way his cheeks had become a flushed pink. 

[chil2de]

ohoho, i dare you to write something soft for toji. we know he's all about that good pussy and kinky sex, but i genuinely believe that he gets softer and more vulnerable for his partner and only them <333 because listen, he's been through some shit, someone give him some cuddles and some love

it’s canon that toji softened up when he met megumi’s mother and lost his shit when she died so... i live for this with my entire being <3 omfgggg i really have a lot to say about this i could write like three different parts to this because i KNOW that toji can be the biggest softie (this also offsets the top tier filth i’m about to write for toji/megumi so-)

the format is kinda strange on this one, it’s too long to be headcanons but too short for oneshots.. it’s just.. some of my collective thoughts about a slice of what the fushiguro family could’ve been like :) enjoy! lmk if you’re interested to see more / different scenarios

-

the epitome of happiness came in a bundle of blankets with the radiance of a thousand suns and steel blue eyes to boot.

“lemme see him.” toji extended his hands.

after a moments consideration, toji could only stare down at the being with a dumbfounded expression. his eyebrows screwed, scarred lips upturning as he stifled a snort.

“he’s kinda ugly, no?”

“toji!” you guffawed, ogling him with wide eyes and an ‘o’ for a mouth,

“you can’t just say that about our newborn son!”

perhaps that’s when it occurred to him.

our son.

he wasn’t alone anymore.

“megumi.” toji blurted rather abruptly, peering down at the newborn he cradled in his arms.

“we’ll name him megumi.”

toji could hear the little pitter patter of footsteps, no matter how silent megumi thought he was. even in the dead of the night, he wasn’t used to this quiet and peace.

your quiet and gentle snoring sang into his ears, instantly calming him down. his shoulders slumped, muscles relaxing and he reminded himself to take a breath.

through one screwed eye, toji pried his eyelid open when the footsteps ceased to exist just outside your shared bedroom.

he let out a small sigh, lightly smiling to himself in the dark as he carefully clambered out of bed. you stirred, letting out a gentle groan when his weight disappeared from the mattress.

toji curled his hand around the handle, carefully opening it.

“hey.” he whispered softly, crouching down to his three year old’s eye level.

“can’t sleep, buddy?” toji murmured, reaching his fingertips out to soothingly ruffle megumi’s cowlicked hair. megumi shook his head, pouting. one of his small hands trailed a stuffed toy of a white wolf behind him.

“come on. i’ll read you a story, yeah?”

“n-no.. i want to be in the big bed, with mommy.”

“a-and you too..”

toji cocked his eyebrows, features lighting up with delight. he felt like cackling outright, but decided against it.

“you wanna sleep with us tonight?” he combatted the mockery that would have laced his tone. he found it sweet, really.

“yea..”

toji stood up, extending his hand for megumi to hold onto. the small boy wrapped his hand around just one of toji’s fingers, for that’s all he could manage to grab.

“no pushing and shoving, okay? your mom’s been working hard. don’t want her to wake up on the floor.”

megumi giggled at your to-be misfortune, earning a chuckle from toji.

like father, like son.

you can see it clearly now, toji staring down at you with that cocky grin as he snorts whilst megumi attempts to hold in his laughter, refusing to meet your gaze.

toji closed the door shut behind him, leading megumi up to the bed. due to the sheer size of the bed, there would be no way on earth megumi would be able to get up onto the platform. to him, it probably resembled a mountain.

toji carefully grabbed his son by linking his hands underneath megumi’s arms. he gave him a moments warning before gingerly hoisting him up and plopping him down onto the mattress.

“why isn’t my bed so soft?”

“because you’re not old enough, megumi. we’ll get you a nicer one when you’re older.”

“come on. get comfy.”

toji pulled back the blankets enough for megumi to keep warm. because of the drastic size difference, the blankets went up to megumi’s chin. as for toji, they only went up to his waist. it was okay, though. a worthy sacrifice to make for his son.

he pulled megumi in for a kiss on his temples, giving megumi one more head ruffle as he sandwiched in between you and toji.

“goodnight, megumi. sweet dreams.”

funnily enough, it wasn’t just megumi who had the best sleep of his life that night.

-

the pan sizzled audibly, emitting low hisses as you spooned in ladles full of pancake batter.

“what’re you doing?” toji remarked from the doorway, glancing over at you as though it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world; especially based on smell alone.

“this? i’m making pancakes. why?” you creased your eyebrows, glancing over your shoulder at your husband who raised an eyebrow at you indecorously.

he only strode over, broad frame overwhelming yours in an instant as his back clicked into your torso.

“you’re making pancakes at 4pm?”

“you’re complaining?”

“no. go take a seat. i’ll do it.” he stole the spatula out of your nimble fingertips, shooing you away to the dining room.

within a few moments, toji served up a piping hot stack of pancakes at the table. he brought out an assortment of toppings suited to your tastes as well as some hot coffee and a bowl of fruit.

“you know, you make a good woman.” you chortled, taking a bite out of a strawberry.

“you saying i make a better wife than you do? i’m flattered.” he snorted, glancing up at you as he poured you some orange juice.

“oh? where’s megumi?” you inquired through a sip of your beverage, blinking at the empty space at the dining table. by then, he would have come dashing into the dining room for food.

well, perhaps not. he’d say he doesn’t want pancakes, then nonchalantly walk into the dining room before taking a seat and digging in.

“i’ll grab him.” toji stated, getting up to check in on megumi.

you hummed an acknowledgement, waiting for your son at least before properly digging into your food.

“said he’s not hungry.” toji returned promptly, clambering back into his seat.

“you feed him?”

“we had some leftover dog food, so i gave him some of that to eat as a snack.”

“toji!”

“of course i fed him.” toji sneered, scarred lips grinning at you over from the rim of his mug.

“so? tell me about your day.” he asked after a sip of his espresso, leaning his face into his right hand.

as you went on a tangent about some drama at work, toji could singlehandedly say that he didn’t understand over sixty percent of your story- there was one thing that he knew for sure.

that he was thankful this was the life he had chosen.

[pastelwitchling]

Michael tells Alex about the Dictator.

Michael was leaning forward on his knees, staring at the flames of the bonfire. He was slowly losing his mind, he knew it, but that didn’t make him pick up his phone and call Max for guidance or Isobel to apologize. He didn’t call Maria to ask if she was having any visions about his future, or Valenti to look him over for a burn mark he might’ve miraculously missed.

Mr. Jones had told him all he’d needed to know, and now the rest of the world felt muffled, like there was cotton in his ears. He didn’t want to talk to his siblings, he didn’t want his friends’ advice or insight. He didn’t think he could ever move away from this bonfire again, watching the flames taunt him. Because they knew they couldn’t hurt him, and that it was torturing him.

When a car drove up to the junkyard, Michael was flooded with memories of another late-night visitor. He looked up, traitorous hope climbing his throat before he could help it. When he saw Isobel behind the wheel, his heart sagged back to the bottom of his stomach, and he returned to staring at the fire.

It was frightening how, even after a year apart, just the thought of the airman cut through his haze like a knife.

Isobel stepped out of her car and stood across the bonfire, her arms crossed. She sighed. “I think you should talk to Alex.”

Michael’s eyes flickered upward. Isobel looked shaken, and the brotherly part of him wanted to be protective and concerned, but the bigger part couldn’t muster the will.

He offered a small, humorless smirk, the only kind he could manage, and held his still untouched beer bottle to his lips. “Pardon?”

Isobel wasn’t having it. She came to stand in front of Michael, blocking his view of the flames. “You’re not okay,” she said simply.

“Would you be?” he answered without looking at her, the cruelty evident in his tone.

“I don’t know why you’re listening to Jones of all people,” she tried. “You’re the one who said we shouldn’t –”

“Is,” Michael cut her off, shutting his eyes. “Not now, okay?”

Isobel said nothing for a moment, then huffed. She grabbed the chair nearest Michael, pulled it closer, and sat down, facing him. “You need to talk to Alex, Michael. You’ve . . . you’ve never listened to anybody like you listen to him, and he’s smart. He’ll tell you what I already know, and . . .” she shook her head. “Maybe you’ll believe him.”

Michael said nothing. He said nothing as Isobel sighed, kissed his temple, and told him she’d come by again in the morning. He said nothing as she got in her car with a final plea for him to go see Alex. He said nothing as she drove away.

He said nothing because he couldn’t admit that he’d been terrified of this beyond anything else. Facing Alex again, after everything he’d done. But he wanted it. He wanted to see Alex so badly, and though he knew it might only push him further over the edge until he felt nothing at all, he also knew he would be worse off not seeing Alex at all.

When Michael dared ask himself what he wanted, the answer was clear; he didn’t want to see or talk to anybody, but he could manage just enough strength to talk to Alex. Only to Alex.

On his way to Alex’s house, he thought of all the ways he could explain what he was doing there, where to begin in what he’d discovered. But it looked like Alex had somehow known he was coming because he didn’t give him the luxury of working out a script in his head. Instead, Michael found him in his front garden, kneeling in the mud and pulling at weeds. He had one hand on the dirt beside a few roses, as if careful not to accidentally hurt them.

Michael pulled his truck to a stop, watching the ends of Alex’s hair stick to his skin with sweat, the way his brows pinched in concentration, but his hands worked gently. A lump formed in Michael’s throat. He thought about the things he’d said to Alex almost two years ago, and the way he’d made him feel.

“I don’t think we’re good for each other, Alex.”

“I like Maria, okay?”

“I’m saying no.”

Michael shut his eyes tight. What right did he have to talk to Alex now? He clenched his jaw and swallowed thickly. He started to turn the steering wheel when Alex glanced up and their eyes caught through the windshield.

Alex straightened and raised a hand in startled greeting. Michael hesitated. He should’ve driven away, escaped as quickly as possible, but he hadn’t seen Alex in a year, and only barely glimpsed him at the bus stop when he’d come back before he quickly turned away, unable to stand the sight of him and Forrest together. And he missed him. He missed him like he didn’t think he could ever miss anybody.

Seeing him now had Michael itching to be closer, to touch. Before he could tell himself it was a bad idea, he parked his truck. Alex pushed himself to his feet as Michael stepped out.

“Hey –” Michael started and stopped as Alex breathlessly pulled him in for a one-armed hug.

“Hi,” Alex said and started to pull away, but Michael kept a hand on his back, keeping him close for a few more seconds. He turned his face into his hair, breathing him in. He was so warm and felt so good, his soft strands tickling Michael’s cheek.

When Alex finally stepped back, Michael saw that he looked tired, but was smiling, his cheeks dusted pink. “I was going to come see you tonight.”

“Y-You were?”

“Yeah,” Alex dusted the mud off the hem of his shirt, but Michael’s hand was still on his waist. “We haven’t talked since I got back. I missed you.”

Michael let his hand fall and allowed himself to stay close. Just for another few minutes, before Alex found out the truth about him and pushed him away in disgust.

He forced a chuckle. “I’m flattered, Private.”

As Alex searched Michael’s face, his eyes narrowed, and his smile slowly dimmed. “What’s wrong?”

Michael’s brows furrowed and he was about to shake his head, to say nothing was wrong, then Alex pursed his lips and said, “That bad, huh?”

He tried for another chuckle, but it got caught in his throat and sounded weak to his own ears. “Alex, I don’t –”

But Alex was already dusting the dirt off his hands. Michael briefly noted the strange new ring on his finger. At his confused look, Alex smiled, “I’ll put some coffee on.”

Ten minutes later found Michael in Alex’s living room, two steaming cups of coffee on the table in front of them. Michael sat on Alex’s couch, while Alex took the bench in front of his keyboard. He had changed into his sweats and an Air Force t-shirt, and Michael kept alternating between fear of what he would say, studying every freckle on Alex’s face and neck, and ogling his strong arms. He was always toned, but it was evident he’d spent the last year working out.

“You look good,” he thoughtlessly blurted.

“And you’re stalling,” Alex said, blushing.

“I’m not,” Michael truthfully said. “You look really good.”

“Guerin,” Alex leaned in. “What happened?”

Michael met Alex’s eyes and felt his own burn, the plagues of his mind coming at him at once with the genuine care in Alex’s eyes. He wondered how many minutes he would have before that kindness turned to cruel satisfaction.

“Karma,” he said. “I . . .” he looked down at his lap, his fingers playing. “I think I know who my dad is.”

Alex’s eyes widened slightly before his captain’s training kicked in, and he schooled his expression to one of indifference. “Okay. Who?”

Michael shook his head. He whispered, “A monster.”

At the confused furrow of Alex’s brows, Michael launched into the story of everything Jones had told them. He thought it’d be impossible to speak at all, but Alex held his gaze and it gave him a strength he didn’t think would last outside these walls.

By the time he was done, he was pacing the length of the living room, and Alex watched calmly from where he sat.

“This guy might’ve chased my mom and Louise off our planet in the first place,” Michael raged, his heart racing. “My mom – my mom, Alex – made Max in a lab so she could use him.” A rough chuckle escaped his lips. “And all the crap I gave you because of Jesse –”

“Guerin,” Alex said gently. “Sit down. Please.”

Michael clenched his fists, and sat down. He shook his head, staring at his cold cup of coffee. “What do I do now?”

Alex raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

Michael looked up at him. “Alex,” he reminded him, “my dad’s a villain.”

“So is mine,” Alex sighed, taking their mugs to the sink. “It happens.”

Michael stared, and stood to follow. “Do you not get –”

“I get that this is freaking you out,” Alex said simply, and turned to face him. He leaned against the sink. “I get that you’re angry.”

“Angry?” he scoffed. “I’m a monster’s son!”

Alex raised a cool brow. “So?”

“So my parents are supposed to be heroes!” he slammed his fist against the wall, and all the furniture jumped a good foot before falling back down.

Alex looked unaffected, but when he spoke, his voice was soft. “I know.”

“My mom used Max! My dad destroyed everything!”

“I know.”

“Fire,” he breathed, “fire doesn’t hurt me, Alex.” He shook his head. “It feels wrong.”

Alex took Michael’s face in his hands. “It’s not.”

Michael opened his mouth on a silent sentence, whatever he was going to say next lost as Alex brushed his cheek with his thumb.

“I . . .”

Alex gently pulled Michael in against him, hugging his shoulders. Against the crook of his neck, he whispered, “I’m sorry your family’s more human than you wanted them to be.”

Michael shuddered. He tried to push Alex away, to get angry, but in his embrace all he could feel was the desperate need to be closer. He ended up grabbing Alex’s hips, his fingers curled tightly in the material of his shirt.

“Why don’t you hate me?” he demanded. “Yell at me, laugh, tell me I deserve this!”

Alex held him tighter and shook his head.

“Why not?” he urged through grit teeth, his eyes burning. “I do deserve it, Alex. I made you feel like crap because of your dad. I . . . I left you alone –”

“Shh,” Alex said softly, raking a gentle hand through Michael’s curls.

“Hate me,” he begged. “Please, get mad at me.”

“Am I monster,” Alex asked, and Michael stilled, “because of my dad?”

Michael was already shaking his head. “You’re my hero, Alex,” he said without missing a beat. “But –”

“And you’re mine,” Alex whispered, his lips brushing the bare skin of Michael’s shoulder where his shirt was pulled back. It made it very hard for Michael to think.

He opened his mouth to argue, to say something, but before he realized his vision had gone blurry, big fat tears were falling down his cheeks and onto Alex’s shirt. Alex held him even tighter.

“We’ll figure it out,” Alex said lightly, as if this was no big deal. As if he had no doubt in his mind the kind of person Michael was, the hero he was. “Everything’s fine, Guerin. I promise everything’s fine.”

Michael’s hands slowly came up Alex’s back, his fingers clawing through his shirt and into his skin, holding him back even tighter.

“I missed you, Alex,” Michael breathed, and buried his face in the crook of Alex’s neck. “I missed you so much.”

Alex chuckled softly. “I’m flattered.”

[swhurtcomfort]

Sickfic Whumptober Day 2: Cough

Anakin was fighting with every iota of his being to stay angry.

After their embarrassingly public argument, Obi-Wan had slunk back onto the ship, showered, and gone straight to bed. He hadn’t come out of his cabin since, not even to get food from the mess.

Through their shared wall, Anakin could hear him coughing. Served him fucking right. If a stupid sore throat from the stupid voice changer was all he got, it would be too gentle a punishment.

Anakin sat on his bunk, curling and uncurling his fists.

If you gave one single crap about me, you wouldn’t have let me fucking bury you.

If you gave one single crap about Ahsoka, you wouldn’t have let her be the one to hold you while you pretended to die. You wouldn’t have left her to cry in my bed every night for a week.

Anakin had barely slept, ate, or spoke while he thought that Obi-Wan was gone. Gone like Qui-Gon, gone like Mom. There had been no words. There had been no tears either, after a while. He could only rub Ahsoka’s shoulders silently when she crawled under the covers late at night, for once allowing herself to be profoundly fourteen, young and scared and grieving. And for what? A stupid trick?

The coughing echoing from the other side of the wall was deeper and hoarser tonight than it had been last night. Anakin did not care. He would be angry about this until he keeled over himself.

Anakin curled and uncurled his fists again, breathing slowly. Obi-Wan had been checked out by the Temple Healers after the mission, so he was obviously fine. And he didn’t deserve any pity.

The coughs continued into the night, sounding more and more like the bark of a anooba seal. It was honestly becoming painful to listen to.

Anakin wasn’t going to soften up, but he needed the awful sound to stop. So he felt justified in wandering down to the mess and asking Buffer to dig some of the good tea out of the storage room. And he felt justified in adding a little honey to it for good measure.

He opened the door to the officer’s cabin without knocking. Obi-Wan was curled up in bed, visibly shaking and ghostly pale. Anakin still wasn’t used to seeing his face without his beard. He wished the ginger stubble growing in would hurry up.

Obi-Wan managed to stop coughing long enough to look up at Anakin. He looked truly miserable, and something more than just sore from having the voice changer removed.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

Obi-Wan didn’t even try to deny it. “It turns out, prisons are not the most sanitary places.”

Anakin held out the tea, and Obi-Wan looked shocked.

“Anakin, I—”

“I’m still really fucking mad at you.”

Obi-Wan cast his gaze downwards. “I know.”

“This doesn’t mean anything.”

“Okay.” Obi-Wan nodded in acceptance as he took the mug into his hands. “Thank you, Anakin.”

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from @dontfeeltoohot’s alternative prompt list! feel free to send me a character + prompt from either list if you want.