#then clean out the garage stuff and see if i can find any of my old magic trick props

[lemon-wedges]

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Look, This is gonna be one of those things that sounds bad until you read the whole story. Please don't read the title and go to 'yta' without reading.

AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

Look, My brother ISNT trans. He likes to wear kilts and sew, Which is what kind of started all of this. My brother is NOT trans, He loves being a boy (trust me, I can hear him enjoying being a boy in his room all the time. Theres no way he'd wanna chop it off(I mean this as a joke I don't actually know how the surgery works), He's told me multiple times that being told by others what he likes is 'feminine' and 'girly' upsets him because he's proud of being a boy and doesn't like being called a girl. Its not because he hates girls or thinks less of them, He just does not like being called the wrong gender which I'm sure you want to be called the correct gender too.)

Anyways lets begin. I (16F) am my little brothers (15M) best friend, Basically. We grew up together and do everything together, Including sewing. I liked it when I was younger, And eventually convinced him to try it as well. He loved it, And we love just sitting together and making random crap we usually end up selling at our yearly garage sale. (Our mom makes us sell all our unneeded crap every year, But we aren't complaining when we make like $100 for it, Mom and dad even help us figure out what we actually wanna keep (we sometimes see old things and go 'Oh I could never get rid of this' and then throw it away))

Sorry for the rambling, But you'll see why some of this is important to know.

Basically, We were getting our shit together for the garage sale, And invited over a mutual friend of ours, Who I'll call uhhh Ley (16F). Shes kind of obsessed with the LGBTQ and loves to help people 'realize' they're gay or trans or non-binary. By this I mean she'll literally bully people she 'knows' is gay or trans by always telling them they are and spreading rumors about them saying they are. The way she 'knows' these things are from gut feelings. I thought maybe she needed friends who would be honest with her and tell her gently that it needed to stop. She stopped being so bad with it and we even convinced her to admit to the rumors she started being fake. We've known her for around 3 years now, And she's stopped doing it as aggressively for 2 of those years. She still makes jabs and 'jokes' saying things like "Oh thats so girly, Are you sure you're not trans?" and "Oh thats such a boy thing to do, Are you a lesbian?", Both quotes she's said to me and my brother less than a week ago. I am straight and cis, So is my brother. We have nothing against the lgbt, We just aren't apart of it. We support the lgbtq as much as possible (with my part time job I like to donate some of my paycheck towards point of pride so people who need the surgeries or binders can get them), And are very open about supporting them.

While we were cleaning out my brothers room and finding stuff to throw into the 'sell' box (we like to do precleaning before our parents help us, It makes everything faster and less work on the people trying to help), And Ley found my brothers kilt. She did a long exaggerated gasp, Looking at my brother.

"So, How long have you been trans? Why didn't you tell me?? I knew it the whole time!"

My brother tried to explain that it was a kilt for men, And he wasn't trans, But she kept interrupting him saying crap like 'you don't have to lie I know now' and 'Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew ever since you started to sew'. The last straw for me was when she continued not listening to him and started to ask about how he was gonna come out as school. I yelled at her to get out, That neither of us were gay, Neither of us are trans, And neither of us are apart of any of the lgbtq. We are allies and nothing more. She tried to argue that he had a 'skirt' which OBVIOUSLY meant he was trans, I basically screamed at her that she was a stupid know it all who made everyone who wasn't apart of the lgbtq's life hell because she made sure everyone knew them as someone they arent (I know, I shouldn't of brought up 2 years in the past) and that I was tired of her trying to force everyone to be in the LGBTQ when its just not realistic. Not everyone is gay or trans, Some people are cis and straight. She started crying and left, We haven't spoken in a few days but I think I'm justified. I'm tired of living my life being told I'm something I'm not, I'm tired of seeing it happen to my brother too.

My brother later thanked me for standing up for him, Telling me it made him really upset when she said those things. To cheer him up we watched his favorite movies and I made him his favorite dinner (mom and dad both work day jobs so we both make lunch and dinner)

And for those who are gonna say that allies are apart of the LGBTQ I strongly believe the A is for aro/ace. Being an ally isn't a gender or sexuality

(unless people identify using ally/allyself of course or whatever it is, I'm not quite sure how neos work or whatever but I love to see how creative people get with it and am happy it gives people who don't identify with any of the normalized(? Idk the correct term but yknow the man woman and nb) genders a chance to be who they actually are)

Extra info on why I think I could be the asshole: I feel like we might've been able to explain it if we got her to shut up for a minute, But she kept talking over us. I feel like I went too far by insulting her, And I feel like I might be TA because she's also autistic (so is my brother though, And I have ADHD).

Why I think I'm NTA: My brother is really quiet and doesn't really defend himself often. He doesn't really know how to stand up for himself and is 'easy' to talk over (soft spoken, Quiet talking voice and nonconfrontational) which is why I believe I had to step in in his place, And I don't believe I did anything wrong defending my brother and making her stop calling him what hes not.

Anyways. AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

To see later: PINK PANTHER

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[garoujo]

HELP ME OUT — SANO SHINICHIRO

you’d grown used to your boyfriend getting himself caught up in stuff, good thing you’re there to help.

♱ warnings — f!reader, stuckage, exhibitionism, shinichiro gets himself stuck while he’s working at the shop, creampies. ꒰ word count : 3k ! ꒱

♱ note — hewo ! welcome 2 my first post of kinktober yay . i hope you guys enjoy this & the rest of the stuff i have planned <3

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shin : you comin’ down to the shop t’day, baby? need y’re help <3

you always were, you don’t know if it was how hot you thought your boyfriend shinichiro looked working on bikes that had you accepting his invitation everytime, or if it was just your desire to see your boyfriend at any opportunity you could.

but you could never say no.

you’d told him about how sexy you thought he was as he worked, his hair mused and hands slick with oil, gaze heavy and drowsy despite the way it softened when it met yours.

you can still remember the way the confession had made shinichiro swell with pride at the time, grinning all bright and proud and the sight of him like that made your own heart warm because he was really was cute, and all yours.

the bike shop is quiet when you arrive, wearing one of the pretty little skirts that always make your boyfriend’s cheeks dust a little pink — the kind that distracted him from his work and turned his attention to you instead, but maybe that’s what you wanted today.

you let your gaze drift from the parts that lay across the walls, tv in the corner playing some bike commercial that garners your attention for a few moments as you let yourself sway on your heels. there was a certain comfort that came with the store itself, it was clean but rugged and had a certain air to it that was very much like shinichiro that made you feel at home.

you’re only snapped from your daydream by a clash of something metal through the back followed by a spit curse, one that you’ve heard too many times from your boyfriends lips and the sound makes a giggle sound from your own before you follow the source.

but he’s not in his usual spot beside the bike he’s been tinkering with for the last few days, and you frown with a huff before you call for him. “shin? where are you?” you call, pausing at the silence that seems to linger before his voice sounds from deeper into the garage and you turn on your heel.

“shit. ‘m in here, baby.”

you want to laugh when you finally find shinichiro, his body is shuffled under the tiny entryway underneath a suspended truck — his overalls tied around his waist as he lays on his back, oversized shirt pooling on the ground beneath him before you’re leaning down to peek underneath.

“shin?” you grin as you let yourself drop to your knees, and you watch the way your boyfriend features seem to soften at the sight of you when he turns. “hey.. y’look real pretty, angel.” he drawls, his compliment drawn out and slow, sounding unbothered despite the way he’s sweating and covered in oil.

ofcourse he still looks absolutely perfect and attractive.

you watch his eyes flick down to the way you’re bent over to look at him, tiny little skirt bunching around your waist before he quickly turns his head away, clearing his throat with a lazy grin and trying not to think about the view he could have from behind you.

“what’re you doing? you work on trucks now?” you trail off as you watch shinichiro’s gloved fingers work with his tools, propping your chin up against your palm and the bewildered look in your eyes makes him laugh when he glances back at you again.

“nah, he’s a friend of gramps so said i’d take a look. dunno, figured it can’t be too different from a bike.” you pout at him, and it only makes his grin grow. “it’s a real pain t’ crawl outta here when i need my stuff though, baby. can y’hand me my tools when i need ‘em?”

once again, shinichiro does a bad job of glancing over the swell of your thighs in your skirt and you try hard to ignore the simmer of something warm you feel twist in your stomach — knowing you always have his undivided attention everytime you walk into a room.

“is that what you needed help with? you’re so lazy, unless.. sano shinichiro are you stuck right now?” you tease, eyes narrowing at the way your boyfriend suddenly seems to avoid your gaze. “pfff, nah.” he is, you can tell by the way he’s not looking you in the eye but you decide to save him the embarrassment. “just needed an excuse t’ see my baby, ‘s all.”

you did always like when he let you help out, and he knows that. rolling your eyes, you make your body move to stand up straight before you’re skipping over to sit on the floor where his legs rest. “well, what do you need shin?” you sigh with a hum as you watch his pretty abdomen twitch and twist with every movement he makes underneath the truck.

“gimme a sec, baby. jus’ gotta—fuck, don’t think that’s meant’a look like that.” his words are followed by a very alarming grinding sound and a long, drawn out sigh from your boyfriend that makes you giggle. “quit laughin’ at me, can still hear from under here y’know.” the way his words are spoken through a pout only making you laugh even louder.

but by the time shinichiro eventually calls for you to hand him a tool you’re already bored and needy, it feels weird to spend this much time with your boyfriend without his hands on you — or atleast being able to feel his touch given how touchy he was.

“shin~ im bored, when will you be done?” you groan— you hate how childish you sound but you’re still tossing and turning as you try to get comfortable — fiddling around with the metal tools that you’ve organised neatly infront of you too many times to count.

“nearly there, baby. can y’hand me my wrench.” shinichiro asks with good nature, but he’s been telling you he’s nearly there for almost an hour and you’re feeling too touchstarved to hide your frustration now. his voice is rougher with drowsiness, he’s probably tired too but you can’t deny the way it makes your thighs rub together with need.

you feel his hand smooth along your skin when you let the silence linger with a pout on your lips, but then you get an idea when you take another slow glance over the lower half of his figure that’s not concealed under the truck.

this is a desperate situation, you’re absolutely bored and you don’t think you can stand another second of it.

“can feel y’ poutin’ at me, come on don’t be like that — promise, ‘m almost done.” he hums with another affectionate squeeze to your thighs, and your eyes almost roll back in delight at the smooth touch before you decide to put your new plan into action.

with a deep breath, you let the pinpricks of arousal burst along your thighs when you pick up his tool — deliberately leaning onto shinichiro when you reach underneath the truck to hand it to him despite his outstretched hand that’s waiting.

you let your palm rest and curl along his thigh, a little too high up for it to be just coincidence and you feel his muscles twitch under your touch when you press harder, grazing it higher when you hear him exhale shakily from his place underneath the truck.

you know you’ve already gotten to him when you still feel the weight of the tool in your other hand, the image of shinichiro’s eyes fluttering closed as he bites back a moan making you squeeze your fingertips into his skin before you watch the first throb of his cock bounce behind his sweats.

“shit, watch y’re hands, baby. y’re gonna make me fuckin’ hard.” he sighs, taking the wrench from your fingertips a little too quickly as he lets the touch linger a little longer when you exhale.

“sorry shin..” you feign innocence, releasing your grip on his thigh to let your hand trace featherlight touches higher along his bulge, making his abdomen tense when it jolts. “just thought you must be sore under there.”

“fuck—what’s gotten’ i-into ya.” shinichiro grits, you can hear that he’s biting hard on his lower lip to stifle a groan when you let your fingertips dance just short of his cock, he’s half hard and basically begging for you to help him out. “what do you mean, shin? i’m helping.”

your fingers graze teasingly along the base of his bulge and you hear him groan softly at the soft pressure of the touch, hips jolting to chase more of the intoxicating friction before he’s hissing behind clenched teeth.

“this ain’t fair, baby. fuck, can’t fuckin’ feel ya from here.” shinichiro’s muffled whimper makes you feel too warm under your clothes suddenly, and the next sinful, lingering squeeze of your fingers around him makes desire twist thick in your stomach when you feel him thicken and throb against your palm.

you can basically already imagine the look on his face, the flush on his cheeks and the pinch of his brows, the way his forearm is probably resting over his blown, heavy eyes. you can tell that he’s panting softly with the rise and fall of his abdomen, lower lip most likely sucked between his teeth.

you’ve barely touched him, but you know shinichiro’s already a mess.

“y’re a real tease. y’know that, angel?” his words catch at the end when you deliberately tighten your fingers around his bulge, giving it a rough stroke against your palm before you pull your hand away entirely, earning a long whine from your boyfriend who’s still stuck underneath the truck.

“h-hey.. what’re ya—“ he grunts when he feels your fingertips graze against his abdomen, tucking under where he’s tied his overalls around his waist before you’re pulling the knot undone and pulling down his sweats after, just enough to have his cock springing out to slap against his stomach.

finally seeing shinichiro’s cock makes your mouth water before you’re hooking your thigh over both of his — letting yourself straddle his lap while you let the fabric of your skirt bunch around your waist.

“i want you, shin.” you gasp, and you watch his abdomen twist with a shock of pleasure when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving it a few languid pumps before he’s groaning and meeting every twist of your wrist with an eager hump.

“yeah? shit—you know i can never say no t’ my baby.” his words are low, wound so tight with anticipation despite the way he still wishes he could see you right now.

shinichiro can imagine how pretty you’d look lifting your hips to pull your panties to the side, his lips parting to grind out a groan when he feels your thighs shuffle up to straddle his waist followed by the first swipe of his cock through your folds.

he really should be embarrassed, he’s stuck underneath a truck in the back of his bike shop, while his pretty little girlfriend humps and rubs her slick cunt all over his cock. if waka or benkei were to see him like this they’d bully him about it for the rest of his life.

but then you’re catching your clit against the head of shinichiro’s cock and the pretty little whisper that drips from your lips makes his mind blank, and suddenly he couldn’t care less if the fucking world were to walk in right now because all he can think about is the way your cunt feels when you finally sink yourself down on his cock.

“holy shit, bet y’look r-real fuckin’ pretty right now.” god—he knows you are.

he can hear the way you moan and twitch at the thick spread of him, his body twisting to look between your bodies — the peek of your cunt just visible above his cock, and shinichiro swears he’s in heaven.

he can see just above his own hips, but that’s enough for him to see the peek of your puffy folds spread for him, that’s all he needs to be hypnotised by you. he lets his head fall back against the concrete just as he watches your hips finally press flush against his, taking your time to adjust to the stretch as his cock throbs inside of you.

“you’d be able to see if you didn’t get yourself stuck, dummy.” you tease followed by the first real bounce of your body against his, raising your hips until only the top of shinichiro’s cock is resting inside of your cunt before you’re sinking back down onto him.

“y-yeah, yeah.. lecture me later, baby. mmmm, fuck—y’re pussy f-feels too good right now.” your mind feels cloudy with the low rumble of his voice, and shinichiro’s feels hazy with how good you’re fucking him. your boredom completely melting out of your body now that you’ve gotten what you wanted most, your boyfriends body rocking seamlessly along your own.

the muscles in shinichiro’s toned body shake beneath you when he grinds his hips up to meet yours, deliberately rolling his pelvis upwards to graze along your puffy clit. the head of his cock slides along every one of the swollen spots inside of you, and he’s really wishing he could swallow those pretty sounds you’re making for him right now.

but his cock feels like it sparks something along the nerves in your body, letting your fingers graze between your thighs to roll your clit in sticky circles as the other takes a slow, handful of your breast through your shirt. you try to imagine your fingers as his, letting yourself indulge in the warmth that he always seemed to make burst along your thighs.

“can feel y’ squeezin’ around me, princess. hnnn, y’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum.” shinichiro grunts, and you’re surprised at the way he still seems to keep a pace given his current position. everytime he grinds his cock into your slick cunt it feels like it reaches even deeper.

your pace stutters as he pushes against something sensitive inside of you, your body grinding closer—needier into his and he feels like he can barely breathe with how consumed by you he feels.

“well you were taking too long, shin.” another languid roll of your hips and another needy squeeze of your cunt across his cock makes him moan loudly, choking on your name as his own fingertips twist in his hair and fuck—he wishes it were your hands instead.

but shinichiro only fucks into you more even more eagerly, one of his palms reaching to squeeze around the flesh of your thigh as he listens to the way you cry for him. another sweet groan kicks it’s way from his chest followed by another needy coax of your walls and he swears you must be trying to milk him.

his body almost curls in on itself in bliss with the way you’re bouncing on his lap, every push of your cunt feels like it makes his vision white and he wishes he could pull you closer to bury his sounds in the crook of your neck instead of the back of his forearm.

“aint complainin’ bout it now, baby. got what y’ wanted di’nt ya?” you hear him grumble, words buried into the back of his elbow as he almost bites down on the skin. he can feel tears prick at his lashes, can imagine the way you’re rubbing so desperately at your puffy clit — probably in time with the way you’re squeezing around him and it’s driving him insane.

maybe it’s the lack of some of his senses that only makes his pleasure burn more intense along his nerves, his carnal need to look at you—touch you as you fuck yourself dumb on his cock.. but knowing he can’t makes his cock throb with another silky squeeze of your cunt around him.

“fuck, angel. ‘m gonna cum.. mmmm, feels too fuckin’ good—shiiit.” shinichiro’s breathing hitches as he curses, eyes screwed shut as his hips twitch and stutter beneath you before he’s cumming thick and warm inside of you.

every bounce of your hips makes his lungs quake and it only takes a few more flicks of your clit underneath your fingers before you’re following him off the edge, the warmth he fills you with helping dig your orgasm out of you.

the back shop is filled with both of your mixed moans, small whimpers of eachothers names that break off into something weaker as your pleasure rocks through you, every connection of your hips growing wetter, louder than the last.

your movements finally come to a halt when your thighs burn and a mixture of both your orgasms is smeared along your thighs and shinichiro’s pelvis, watching your boyfriend twitch when you finally release him from the milking compressions of your cunt with a long sigh.

“holy shit.” he huffs, breathing heavy as he tries to catch his breath and hisses when he reaches down to try and tuck his cock back into his sweats. you let yourself roll off of his lap to relax, hearing a few spat curses to your side as your boyfriend struggles to duck out from underneath the truck, but you still find it in yourself to laugh when you finally see the first peek of his face a few minutes later.

he’s flushed to his chest, dark mop of messy hair stuck around the sweat that gathers across his hairline and his eyes are a little wet, probably from desire as his hooded, drowsy gaze sends you a fond look and he’s finally pulling you against him.

“the hell was that all about, baby? would’ve finished sooner if y’just told me you were horny.” shinichiro hums, pressing wet kisses along your cheeks and lips that makes you grin when they tickle your skin. but when his arms hook around your waist, it’s almost too easy to melt against his chest despite the mess he’s covered in.

“you were taking too long.. but you fixed it, right?” you hum, turning to blink up at him from where he’s got you pressed against his chest.

“nah, might’a made it worse.. i dunno. ain’t my fault i got a bit distracted.” shinichiro laughs before he’s leaning down to press his lips against yours with a fond hum.

“not that i’m complainin’ bout it, angel.”

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LOVE - Chapter 2

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Janelle smiled as she turned her body to the side so she could see her growing bump. Six months  had passed since she found out she was pregnant and Josh’s family was ecstatic, they couldn’t wait to meet the newest addition to the family. 

Her family on the other hand… they could care less. Her brother congratulated her but they haven’t returned any of her calls or text messages. She hasn’t talked to her dad in years since she found out he had a drug problem and didn't want to stay clean. Ever since her mother left her dad went on a downward spiral.  She tried not to think about how she didn’t really have a family, she didn’t want to be sad. Today was supposed to be a good day. Her, Josh and Xavier were going to see the baby through ultrasound and find out the gender.  

“Janelle! You ready?” Josh called out for her.  She hurriedly washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom. 

“Yeah, sorry.” He smiled and walked over to her to kiss her on the cheek. 

“You good. We just excited.” He said, nodding over to Xavier who was bouncing on his toes. She laughed and followed them out to the garage. 

“You ready to see your brother or sister?” Janelle asked Xavier as she strapped him into his booster seat. He nodded with a wide grin on his face. 

“Yeah I can’t wait! I hope it's a boy!”  Janelle smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead before getting into the passenger seat. 

She placed a hand on her growing bump and looked out the window. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t stop thinking about her family. 

“Alright mom you can lay down right here and pull your shirt up to just under your bra and dad you and baby boy can sit right here.” The sonographer said. Janelle and Josh nodded. “This stuff is super cold so I apologize in advance.” 

Janelle sucked in a breath as the sonographer placed the gel on her stomach, Josh grabbed her hand, his eyes focused on the screen. He never got the chance to do this when Xavier’s mom was pregnant. She didn’t tell him about Xavier until after he was born. 

The tech moved the machine around before turning to them and smiling. “There’s your son or daughter.”  Janelle felt her eyes water as she gripped Josh’s hand tighter. 

“Look Josh.” She said in awe as they watched the screen.” 

“Would you like to know the gender?” She asked and Janelle looked over at Josh who nodded his head. “Alright,” She said. “Congratulations, you’re having a boy.” Xavier and Josh let out a cheer making Janelle and the sonographer laugh.  Xavier got off of his dad’s lap and walked over to Janelle, placing his hand on her stomach. 

“You’re gonna be a great big brother.” The sonographer said with a smile on her face and Xavier nodded. 

“The bestest.” 

Janelle stared at her stomach in the mirror as she got ready for bed. She placed her hands on her lower stomach. “I promise I’m gonna be the best mommy ever.” She whispered looking down at her belly.  Even after spending the day with Josh and Xavier and seeing her baby she still was feeling down about her family. 

She kept wondering how her and her moms relationship would have been if she never walked out on them. She angrily wiped her tears away. This was supposed to be a happy moment in her life but all she could think about was her piece of shit family. 

She walked out of the bathroom and let out a chuckle when she saw Josh, staring at the ultrasound pictures. “Can you believe we really having a baby?” He asked. She got under the covers and leaned her head on his shoulder. 

“It seems so surreal to be honest.” She said, placing her hand on her belly. Josh set the ultrasound picture down and placed his hand over hers.  

“I love you” He said to Janelle kissing her on her lips before scooting down and pressing a kiss to her stomach. “And I love you too.” 

It was now the weekend and time for their gender reveal party.  Janelle walked into the backyard and let out a gasp. Josh had gone all out for this party. He had hired an event planner and a decorator. Josh walked over to her. 

“Is it too much?” He asked, watching as she looked around their backyard. She shook her head. 

“No,  this is amazing.” 

“I was scared I did too much. You know I never got to do any of this with Xavier.”  Janelle had to stop herself from crying, what Xavier’s mom had put Josh through was terrible. He didn’t even know that Xavier existed until he was almost 1. 

“Oh my god!” Trinity said as she and Jon walked into the backyard. “This is bomb as fuck.” She said, giving Janelle a hug. “Girl you look amazing.” 

“Thank you. Josh planned everything.” Janelle said laughing when Josh gave himself a pat on the back. 

“Look at you all glowing and shit.” Jon said as he gave Janelle a hug. “I hope y'all having twins.” She slapped him on his chest. 

“Don’t wish that on me.” She said pushing him when he started laughing. They stood there talking some more until more guests started to arrive. 

Janelle smiled softly as she looked around the backyard at everyone who came to celebrate their baby. It was still bittersweet since it was still all of Josh’s family, her aunt came and dropped off a gift but she didn’t stay.  

Josh watched her from a distance, even though he was far away from her, he could still see the sadness in her face. He sighed and pulled his phone and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the text message. He snuck out of the side of the yard and met Janelle’s father and the sidewalk as he was getting out of his uber. 

“Thank you for coming.” Josh said as he grabbed the luggage out of the trunk. 

“Thank you for getting in contact with me. I would have hated to miss this moment.”  After seeing how sad Janelle looked the other day when they were going ofer the guest list Josh immediately knew it was because none of her family had RSVP’d. He knew that Janelle and her father and brothers had a rocky relationship but he knew that she wanted him to be there so Josh hired a private investigator to find Janelle’s dad. 

“She’s gonna be happy that you’re here.” Josh led him through the yard and towards Janelle. She was talking with one of his aunts when he cleared his throat making her turn around.  Janelle’s eyes widened when she saw her dad next to Josh. 

“Hey baby girl.” He said, pulling her into a hug. The second she was in his arms she broke down. Josh watched them with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. He knew that all Janelle wanted was her dad to be present for his grandchild. Josh walked away from them to give them some privacy. 

When Janelle and her dad pulled apart, he wiped the tears from her eyes. “I’m sorry Nelly. I’m gonna do better.”  She was so overcome with emotion she couldn't say anything so she just pulled him into a tight hug.

After introducing her dad to everyone it was time for them to reveal the gender of their baby.

“It's time to find out the gender!” Josh said over the microphone. All of the guests started to surround the pool where the fireworks would go off. Josh and Janelle stood in front of the “Oh Baby” sign and Xavier stood in front of them. 

“Thank you for getting my dad here.” She whispered to him. 

“I know you’ve been wanting to get back in contact with him so I had to do that for you.” She smiled at him and placed a kiss on his lip. “I love you.” He said once they broke apart. 

“Enough kissing! I’m tryna see if imma have a niece or nephew!” Jon yelled out. Janelle rolled her eyes while Josh flipped him off much to their moms dismay 

“Fine, let's start the countdown.” 

“5..4..3..2..1” Everyone chanted. Janelle jumped when the fireworks started to go off. Everyone started to cheer when the smoke turned blue.  Josh’s mom ran over and hugged all three of them. 

“I’m so happy for y’all. I love y’all so much.” 

“We love you too mom.” Josh said, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

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for @fiprobably’s prompt: Non-AU: Sam and Bucky going shopping for groceries. Except Sam is away and on video call with Bucky, who is the one actually doing the shopping. Them arguing back and forth because why can't Bucky just find that specific orange juice brand Sam likes and how can Sam want to get snacks that high in calories they're supposed to be snacks not protein bars and Bucky is so goddamn insistent on the canned peaches and Sam isn't having any of it there is literally fresh peaches over there—

Bucky doesn’t like grocery shopping. He hates it, actually. He would rather do the laundry, or the dishes. He loves doing work in the backyard, or cleaning up the garage. Anything but the groceries.

That’s why it was mostly Sam’s job. Sam doesn’t mind it, Bucky is certain he actually likes it. He writes down a list and plays his shopping playlist—because Sam has a playlist for everything—and he pauses his music to make small talk with everyone and gets a lot of free samples and freshly baked goods for it.

But Sam has been running a fever since he came back from his latest mission a few days ago, and despite the fact that he keeps saying he’s fine and he can do it, he actually can’t stay awake for more than a few hours at a time, and even going to the bathroom is an effort, so leaving the house is out of question.

Bucky can’t really hold off grocery shopping any longer. The fridge is starting to look kind of sad, and the pantry is running low on everything, and if Sam was to actually leave the bed and check the kitchen he would side-eye Bucky to hell, because Bucky, you’re a Wilson now and no Wilson household should look like that.

So, after he gives Sam his pills and checks his temperature one last time, Bucky puts his best pair of sweatpants, Sam’s old sweatshirt and his bravest face on, and makes the short drive to the grocery store.

It’s a random Wednesday morning, so the parking lot isn’t full. Bucky grabs a cart and pulls out the list. He’s barely inside the store when his phone starts vibrating. He pulls it out of his pocket, frowning with worry when he sees it’s Sam video-calling him.

“Everything’s okay?”

Sam’s face is half buried in the pillow, his one visible eye barely open, and when he says, “I’m making sure you’re getting the right stuff,” his voice is croaked and small.

Bucky snorts even as his heart twists fondly.

Sam makes a small noise of protest. “You always get the wrong orange juice.”

“It happened once.”

“And it was awful.”

“They were out of the brand you like, and it was years ago, can you let it go?”

“It’s burned into my brain.”

Bucky lowers the phone as he bites back a smile. “Jesus, fine.”

So, that’s how it goes. Sam supervises as Bucky goes from one aisle to another, arguing about every single item Bucky chooses, because no, Bucky, that’s the worst kind of beans and get the whole wheat spaghetti instead and wait, I can’t see, go back. No, that's too far. Go back a little. A bit down. Y’know what? Just take a picture and send it to me.

Bucky can’t stop smiling.

“Don’t forget the snacks,” Sam says, yawning. Alpine moews in the background. “Bring Alpine some snacks too.”

“She already has a lot of snacks.”

Sam lifts his head a little off the pillow and turns it away from the camera to what Bucky assumes is Alpine napping on Bucky’s side of the bed. “Daddy says no snacks for you, baby.”

Bucky sputters. “I didn’t say— fine!”

Sam smiles, burying his face back into the fluffy pillow. “That’s what I thought.”

Bucky shakes his head, but he can’t stop smiling, because Sam’s eyes are drooping and he’s fighting it. “Go take your nap, I’m almost done anyway.”

Sam stubbornly opens his eyes wider. “No.”

“I only have the snacks and cat litter left, there’s no way I’m gonna mess that up.”

“But—“

“Sam.”

“Fine,” Sam says. “Love you.”

Bucky’s smile grows. “Love you, too.”

“Salt and vinegar chips.”

“I know, Sam.”

“Just making sure.”

“I’m hanging up.”

He hears Sam laughing just as the call cuts off.

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[fbfh]

hii! could I request headcanons for leo and a reader (gender neutral or female, whatever u prefer) with chronic fatigue? there's barely any fics with cfs rep and he's my comfort character so i thought i'd ask T-T. i adore your writing and it's great to see that the hoo fandom is still alive. thank you sm!!

oh man oh boy I love this one anon. my dearest darlingest anoniest anon. one song that always makes me think of how it feels to be in a relationship with Leo is acolyte by slaughter beach dog. Leo can always tell when your fatigue is getting bad, sometimes before you can. There's this sort of soft way he looks at you when he knows you just need to rest a little. Whatever your needs are, Leo will always be sure to meet them. If you need to lay down and sleep or rest for a while, he'll make sure you're in optimum napping conditions. Need some cuddles? he's already spooning you. Need to be alone? no problem, he's gonna work on some of his prototypes in the garage for a while, just text or call if you need anything. forehead kiss. longing warm gaze.

"I love you, estrella."

punctuated by another kiss, ofc. he always has ibuprofen or other pain killers for when you start to feel achy, and he's better at helping you keep track of your meds than your pill tracker app. Leo's love language is "I invented this for you to make your life easier", like the guy who invented rubber gloves. Leo loves you to the point of invention. he's joked for years that he's going to build you a Jetsons house, so everything is perfectly automated. all you need to do is sit in a chair while you glide down an assembly line and everything will be done for you. sometimes you text him and tell him you're having a jane jetson day. he always comes right over with snacks and tea and anything else you might need. he'll cuddle you for a while, help you out with some housework, do a little meal prep for you. he never, ever makes you feel bad or even neutral about having chronic fatigue. if it ever gets you down, he'll be right there with hugs and kisses and the sweetest, softest, most encouraging words. he tells you how he would hold up the sky for you or crawl out of hell, so helping with laudry and dishes when you're having a bad day is really no problem at all for him. he's happy to do it, happy to know your needs are met, happy to be the one to meet them. if you get any other symptoms like headaches or sore throats, he'll get every home remedy under the sun from his mom and you'll try them out until he finds what will work for you. Leo slowly makes good on his joking promise to make you a jetsons house, and you soon find your place filled with inventions here and there from Leo, little things to make your life easier. and they work. it takes so much stress out of your life knowing that your dish washer can now rinse, wash, dry, and put away your dishes, that your fridge organizes itself and prints out lists of what you're running low on - it can even send them to your phone to automatically order them. you have a roomba that Leo turned into the monster truck of roombas. not only does it vaccuum, but it also sweeps, mops, picks up your floor, can get you stuff from other rooms, and folds laundry. it's also a dehumidifier. you named him mr. butlertron. and Leo loves every motherfucking moment of it. even if all you can do is sit or lay down in the same room as him while he cleans or cooks or works on his projects, it always makes it so much better because you're there. you're there with him, so everything is good. perfect.

[sirfrogsworth]

Looking Forward

If I trust my brother... and he did my dad's will properly... and set up my trust correctly... then I should be able to stay in the house for roughly 2 years.

If I trust my brother.

Then I can either sell the house and use that money for a small apartment or try to find a roommate situation to help me stay in the house a little longer. The nice thing about paying the mortgage is I can get most of that money back if I ever do sell the house. It's almost like a savings account with all my stuff inside.

Let's just hope the property value doesn't plummet for some reason. Though it has been around the same amount for many years.

I like living in my house. It's what I've known for 30 years. But being alone in the house is going to be a hard adjustment. After two years (or sooner) I may want to move near Katrina or Delling so I am closer to a support system. I wish we could all live next door to each other. Or live on a farm/ranch situation. And instead of chickens it is just a bunch of free range corgis.

I tried convincing Katrina to build a pool house, but she has a small backyard and no pool. HOWEVER... Apparently Florida has a lot of "mother-in-law suites." I had no idea that had a name, but I could be Katrina's mother-in-law. I have the skill set to guilt trip, make passive-aggressive comments, and judge how she raises her future kids. (And any other outdated stereotypes I've learned from 80s comedians.)

But I also like the idea of having a roommate. I could accommodate a single person or a small family. And I'd love to have an animal of some kind around. We have a huge fenced-in area left over from Otis.

I think I could offer someone a pretty sweet living situation. I have a full basement apartment that I reside in and so the entire upstairs is available for people to live in. I could charge cheaper rent than a cheap apartment in exchange for helping with chores that I struggle to do.

There is plenty of furniture and appliances ready to use. Full laundry room. I've got a really nice home theater in the living room so they can watch movies in style. I also have a few hundred TV series and several thousand movies on Plex. They get a full kitchen and bathroom to themselves. Plenty of garage space and a long driveway to park vehicles. They can have up to 5 rooms to do whatever in. They could do 3 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a small den area. My mom liked the den because she could watch her Judge Judy shows while my dad watched JAG in the living room.

If they don't have a family, they could convert 2 of the bedrooms into office space or craft rooms or S&M dungeons. They can decorate any way they'd like. But they have to keep the sex swing clean so I can use it. Not for sex--I just enjoy centripetal forces. And they'll have great privacy as I will be in the downstairs apartment. They'd only see me if I exit the house or if they invite me to dinner or movie night.

All they would have to pay is whatever I can't cover. I'd estimate in the $600-$800 range once the trust fund runs out. Plus the chores like cleaning and yard duty. That's a good deal, right?

The only downside is the house is in a deteriorating neighborhood. Businesses are closing and people are moving away. Our street is pretty isolated so there isn't much danger or crime. But we are adjacent to a dangerous neighborhood and the schools aren't great. That said, while there isn't much around here, in St. Louis you are always ~25 minutes from anything you need. The highway is literally down the street so driving to anywhere is fairly hassle free.

Also, I'd be happy to lend out the car for transport to a job. I'll only need it to get groceries every few weeks. They'd have to get added to my insurance and help with gas and maintenance.

Soooo... yeah, I think I have a lot to offer with my house.

They do have to be okay with my big subwoofer rattling things. The sound doesn't really travel through the floor, but the vibrations can. I can tone it down if they are sleeping though.

Oh! We also have a huge workshop on the property too. It could be used for working on cars or woodworking or an art space. It has electricity, lighting, heating and is perfect for anything that requires getting dirty. If that makes sense.

One idea I have been considering is seeking out an unhoused queer individual who was kicked out or is struggling to afford a decent place. If their parents don't want them, maybe I could provide a safe place. Things are so scary for LGBTQ+ folks right now. Especially in Missouri. St. Louis is a pretty blue city, but Missouri is a blood red state. If I could do something small for someone like that, I would be happy to help. Could be mutually beneficial.

So those are all of my thoughts and ideas as of now.

Again, if I trust my brother, I should have a decent amount of time to figure things out.

If things go sideways, I might be screwed.

So far he seems to be doing all the things he should be doing to get me sorted.

I'm going to choose to trust him.

With my life.

Oof.

[survivalist-anon]

Log 10: Pizza and the Balance of life

It had been a few good minutes since the whole ordeal. It's calm now, silent even.

Me and Fjord were just sitting in the kitchen, he was watching me intensively. Probably wondering if I was ok. He was left behind by Sten and Toke so that he could continue his duty.

I wonder if he felt that he had failed on the first day.

"Lass, i-", I gently put my hand on his arm resting on the table.

"shhh...no it's ok.", I let out a releaved sign. "So....are you hungry?", he lifted his head. "I have a few frozen foods for a quick meal. The meat is going to take a long while to defrost anyway....so you want pizza?".

I swear he was more animal than man. Anticipating the menu for the evening.

"Yes. I want some....what is it?", first chickens and now pizza. This must have been an age of discovery for him.

"It's a flat bread with tomato sauce and cheese, you can put a bunch of toppings on it, you can't go wrong with it.", I get up to see if we had any boxes. Considering his size, I was going to have to make more than one. "I have cheese, a meat lovers, and pineapple and ham...and if you're not too impressed about the cheese one, I have some canned fish and some olives if you want those instead". I take out the cheese and meat lover's box.

He sat there gleefully, "Yes."

"yes to both?", I ask.

"Yes.", he responded, still unspecifying.

He was definitely hungry. "I'll get the canned stuff then, if you want to, you can relax a little and take the armor off. It must be exhausting wearing it all day".

"Oh that would be appreciated lass, but would it be ok with you if I could...well, let's just say I don't think you'd be wanting to smell several months worth of blood, filth and sweat under this suit.", he gave an embarrassed smile.

"Oh! Ok then, hold on let me see if I have some towels for you.", I place the pizzas to defrost a little. I head to an extra storage space near the hall and find one large towel. "Hmm, hope this one is big enough...", I grab another one in case if he needed another. I head to the shower to see if there was enough soap.

Turns out, the shower was smaller than he was. "ah oh. Fjord, ugh, the shower is a bit small....it's an old shower too...", I shout to him.

I can see him peaking over the doorway, ".....oh.... wouldn't happen to have a lake or a pond nearby? That's what me and the others have been doin this whole time.".

I turn around and double check if he really was too big. Yep. "ok...ugh....I don't want you to take a cold hose shower outside. I mean, it would kind of suck.".

He thought about it for a little, "hmmm actually I don't think I would mind it at all, is it radioactive water?".

Well that's something I wasn't expecting to hear, "ah...no...it's well water. It's relatively clean? It's just cold and smells like leaves."

"Ah than perfect!", he contently answered.

"One second, let me find a bucket for you to collect the water and a bar of soap too.", I grab a fresh bar of soap for him and head off to the lower garage.

One of the best factors of my cabin was it was a little bigger than a normal log cabin. It's a two story house with a ground level living space and a basement level floor with a 'boat garage' of sorts. Grandpa's first wife was the daughter of an accomplished architect, so the cabin is more than a comfortable size for me.

The garage for some reason was bigger than the second floor, going down there to find a bucket, sparked an idea. "Fjord! The outdoor spigot is near the garage! You can take a bath down here!".

He went out to the deck and headed to a semi-hidden garage down the hillside. He gently knocked on the garage door for me to open it. As the the door opened, I was brooming the dusty floor. The boat in question is long gone, leaving a space for anyone to use. I moved some boxes to other side of the garage so nothing gets wet, placed an old mat for him to stand on. I felt bad having to hash out old things for him to use, at least this is giving me a good reason to get some extra supplies tomorrow.

"Ok, I know it's a little last second, but I was able to make space for you near the door so you can clean yourself up. I'll get the hose an-", as I turned around, he had taken off the metal parts of his armor.

The rest was a rubber-like wet suit and his whole, muscular body.

"It's fine, lass. This more than I can do with.", he was ready to zip the back down.

This whole time I thought the armor was contributing to his mass, I was wrong. The armor was essentially a carapace.

"oh m-*ahem* well, one second I'll turn the spigot on.", I awkwardly pass by him. Oh no the smell came back....this time....it was driving insane.

Fjord could tell something was going on, "Lass are you ok?". It was a bit pointless to hide it if these guys had their senses are notched up to 11 than I am just going to pretend I don't know what he's talking about.

"Oh yes I'm fine.", my face felt hot, I must have been blushing, "oh here's some soap and I'll call you when the food is ready.", I quickly trot to the spigot, "ready!?".

"Ready lass!", he shouted from the garage. The hose goes off and who's knows what was going on by that point.

I head up back to the kitchen near the deck. "Oooooooooh my god. I need help.", I prepared the pizzas to heat up, it should take a few minutes.

A few minutes pass and get everything ready. I brought out bier too in case if wanted a can of two.

"well, I'll go see if he's done.", I was just then I could hear that the water shut off, he must have found the spigot. "Fjord! Dinners ready!", I head towards to the stairs leading to the garage, "Fjord?", I knock softly. "Hey big guy, pizzas are ready."

I didn't hear him answer or anything. It was then I noticed the floor as a little wet, he must have gotten back into the house?

"Lass! Do remember where I put those ol' clothes?", he called from what sounded like the bathroom.

I opened the garage, the water shut off and saw that he wasn't there. Closing the garage, I head up stairs. "I think you left them in the living roo-", the second I set both feet on the hardwood floor, bumped into his wet, hairy chest.

"oh wh-", I was looking up towards his face. Either he was clueless or he knew actually what he was doing.

"Oh hello, sorry about that.", you couldn't make this stuff up, he was innocently apologizing for this situation.

"ugh..ugh", he was firm, his musk now had added lavender into the mix, his body hair was practically the same color as the now partly wet mane on his head and was stuck and underlining every curvature of his muscles.

"Ugh...", I tried to concentrate back to my previous train of thought. "...Ah the clothes! Yes the clothes, your clothes *cough* let's go find them!". Wow I sucked at hiding it.

He knew it too.

"Hehe, ok lass, lead the way.", he followed behind with heavy footsteps.

I quickly sped walked to the living room, the bag was laying on the couch. "Ugh Fjord just um, stand there please.", I was embarrassed by the crack in my voice. I shuffle through the bag and find clothes from several decades ago. However, I was lucky enough to find a pair of large boxers and an old triple large shirt. "Here put these on.", hopefully they fit.

As I pass the clothes to him, I could see even my largest towel was struggling to cover everything. It looked like a short skirt had ripped up his thigh.

"ah thanks lass.", he left to another corner to put the clothes on.

All I could do is cup my hands to face, hiding my embarrassment. "Oh.....", I set the clothes out to breath after what likely was decades in storage. They had a musty smell, sort of a mixture of mothballs and old detergent. From what I can see, most of the clothes look like they were either old blue collar work clothes for construction or mining, business formal and a set of under clothes to last a week or so before having to throw them in the wash.

Fjord comes from the corner, "let's eat than?", he was watched me unfold probably the most aesthetically interesting piece here is a leather aviator jacket with a wool collar. "Hm, not bad....".

As I put it down, I was surprised to see that the clothes actually fitted him rather well. "Oh good, I was worried if they were too tight.", if it were for his extra fuzz, he would have been indistinguishable from a normal over muscular guy. "Ugh yes, let's go I bet you're hungry."

"always am in a way, lass.", I almost lost it at his wink.

After enjoying our pizza and random items dinner. We get back to conversation and I decided to lay a few ground rules.

"ok, hopefully, Sten and Toke will come back within the week, so in the meantime. We need to be low profile. No threatening to kill people, just relax and play it safe, and stick close to me ok?", these rules were mostly for him to behave himself when he was in public.

"alright, no threats, not lollygagging....stay close.", he took a bite out of what I could assume was a sandwich made of a meat lover's pizza and canned sardines. With a bit of a mouthful, "so. Who else is on dat little list the chaplain gave you?".

Taking the paper out of my pocket, "well, Mr and Mrs Bellcaller, my boss James and nurse Amila are on this list. However, I have no idea what are the other names though.", I put the paper down and search up one of the names, "Holten Wade".

As for Fjord, he opens one of the biers and chugs the whole in just a few gulps. I'm not certain why but I was impressed about that.

"Hmm, oh, interesting.", I could see he does live within the area, he own an auto shop near Mr. And Mrs Bellcaller's corner store. The other names were "Francis Pubert Mary" and "Vincent Arnold", none of these names were searchable as businesses, in social media or anything. "Hmm... hopefully these two aren't dead.

Cracking another can, Fjord chugs the whole again.

"ugh, that's quite a bit of alcohol there.", I wasn't sure how he would react with two cans of fruit rattler bier.

He licks his lips, "actually, this is nothing it's closer to water than a drink. I'm use to more heavy stuff. Mjord, and occasionally a cocktail of Rotgut and something else. It's a shame me and the others haven't found a plant equal to some of the plants back home to even make Mjord. It's tasty though.".

"Mjord? Sounds pretty good.", the drink sounded oddly similar sounded to mead, I was wondering if it was close to it.

"oh you wouldn't be able to enjoying lass, it's toxic to mortals, the fumes themselves would do you in. Fermented grain, roots and plants of Fenris are one of the most potent things any Astartes can have. It's the best and finest drink."

A toxic concoction of fermented 'grain, roots and plants', unbelievable. "Ugh....is ...there are reason why you guys drink, from what I understand, is closer to a liquid chemical?".

He finished off the last of the pizza, "well ye see lass, we have an implanted organ that helps us Astartes process poisons and other nasty things. However, it gave one unfortunate side effect. Permanent Sobriety."

Considering the harsh realites of his world, sobriety is closer to punishment one can ask for. "Oh...hmm I can see why that could be a problem.", it wasn't but for anyone living a hard life, i can understand why someone would employ the vices of alcohol.

"so, the great ancestors on Fenris had created a miracle ale, to provide a solution to everyone's problems.", he gave just gave this half lidded look, I can tell he was being humorous about it.

The more he talked about his world, the more the dark implications started to buzz around my mind. "....life must be terribly difficult for you guys.". I felt genuine pity for him and pretty anyone who had to live in such a world where you need to drink toxic chemicals to stay drunk.

His grin shrunk a bit, "well...it's not all that bad lass, I have plenty of battle brothers to share victories with, a chance to make the emperor's dreams of helping humanity a reality and so much more. In fact, probably one day if any of the Astartes comeback, I bet this planet will put on the top priority list for protection....at least I think there's such a thing....".

There are benefits to being as lost as me when hearing all of this....for starters, Fjord probably is thinking more expensively about his life in perspective to mine, I have bills, a family that misses me a lot right now and what little hope I have in having anything better than what I currently have to aspire to.

"....sounds nice to have a... government....that is willing to preserve something....my work literally consistents of convincing lobbyists to not remove our funding every few months so poachers and game hunters don't slaughter our wildlife to oblivion.", I was being rather whiney about this but it's something for him to chew on.

He looks at me with a confused glance, "what? Really? What's makes the wildlife here that unimportant?".

"...it's more for everyone's sake really.... everything is interconnected in this complex, beautiful web of life, death, existence...and whole slew of things. For instance, do you want to know what makes a keystone species important?", casually as one would ask.

"hmm...ok...what is a keystone species?", he asks as one should do.

"well....", I get a notepad and pen from one of the drawers, "there is the circle of life, we have not a caste system but a natural chain of predation, that is naturally designed to continue life.", I draw a wolf, then a deer, rabbit and a fox underneath, underneath those animals I draw their preferred 'prey' so to speak. "You see, like a keystone, that holds everything together from falling apart, it is an essential part of the ecosystem. If all the wolves go extinct, then the deer over populate, then get sick, die and could spread disease. But much like removing the wolves, if you remove the deer, than the wolves....will after prey they shouldn't go to.", I than draw a sheep, "this.... represents human intervention...."

Fjord's at this point more impressed at the drawing rather then the explanation, "....is that a cloud with a face?".

"it's a sheep, anyway, the sheep represents the farm, wolf eats the sheep, the farmer gets mad, assumes wolves are evil for ruining their farm...they tell others...then others spread their ignorance and...well...it can lead to destruction...then everyone who doesn't like this fight and called "tree huggers" because idiot from the medieval ages and whatever~.", I was so tired at this point I may as well lost my point.

He looked at the notepad, "....hmmm. You have a strange...yet.... commendable job.", he glanced at the wolf doodle I made, "...hmm.".

I huff a little from the existential dread I've just imposed on myself. Here's me worrying about wolves, then there Fjord....who probably relates more to a war veteran.

"I'm sorry for boring you.", I play around with an empty can.

"No no. You are not boring me....not at all.", he than just crosses his arms, lays on the table to look below my eye level.

A smile inches a little from, "ready for bed? We have a bunch to do tomorrow."

He straightens up, stretches his arms up. "Oh yes. I say a goodnight's sleep is needed.".

After putting everything in the kitchen away, prepping for tomorrow morning. I find a place for him to sleep for the night. I look into grandpa's room and well, oddly enough his bed is smaller then the couch. "Hmm...where would you like to sleep?", I ask him.

Fjord looks around the room full of old belongings from Grandpa, "hmmm....the bed is a wee bit small."

"well, my bed is the same size actually. The coach is the closest thing to a bigger bed then both. I don't want you sleeping on the floor either.", I look up and he's just towering over me in the doorway.

"hmm....I guess I will be taking the couch.", he decides.

After I move the clothes off to the table, we both prepare for the night.

"Goodnight Fjord, sleep well."

"Goodnight lass.".

Lights out until tomorrow.

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I had to wait until Lorey went to sleep. After all, when has an angel of the emperor needed sleep? I head out and see the moon out, still puzzled how I even got here to begin with.

It was like a feverish nightmare, only to be interrupted by peace.....I was not sure if I disliked it.

The fists at the fort looked a lot healthier than their brothers back home.

The chaplain was nothing but a caged dog, bored with treats, wanting to let that instinct to kill out. To be let loose into battle.

Yet....my brothers and I have been enjoying this wild place. Big enough for all of us. Wild, free ...sure it's a wee bit warmer than we like ....but this planet has polar caps....I'm sure we will find something close....

What if we can not go back?...... would it really be such a problem?.....from what I see....chaos hasn't even tainted this world. It is a paradise world....but it's untainted....and the lass .....

Well....she's most definitely starting to rub off on me....I wonder if ....she feels the same.

End of log 10

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets

[threegoblinart]

Hey Tumblr I need your help! My city has a bi yearly city wide cleanup week where you can you know put stuff on the curb clean out your garage. Lots of people including me use it as a time to go around see what kind of free stuff we can get. My friends and family all know that I treat this basically as like my own personal shopping holiday it's amazing I get so much good stuff.

This year I found these three original lithographs being thrown out they're definitely originals they're definitely old. I can make out two of the titles one is strange birds the other is midnight Moon that one seems to be the third out of 25 there are no other markings on the other two except for a signature which appears to say John Spencer. I haven't been able to find anything about this guy so far.

I live in the Midwest of the United States if that helps but if there are any art history buffs who would love to help me solve a little bit of a mystery that would be amazing.

I'm definitely keeping these I'm going to get them properly reframed and matted with archival quality materials they're absolutely amazing and I can't believe my luck but I'd love to find out a little bit more about them.

[col0rlord]

Here again

Five Hargreeves x reader

Power: shapeshifter

Not really any warnings.

Thank you for anyone who read this. I’m not that good at writing, sometimes I am

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I hit the ground really hard and groaned. I saw I was in an ally way and it was night time. I saw a flash and tried to focus my eyes after that. I stood up and ran to the side of the road and look for anyone really

“Oh honey where are your parents?” I heard a woman’s voice say.

I turned to look were is was from and I saw a younger woman, maybe about late 20’s. She had cat eye glasses with a chain that wrapped around from the back to the other side.

“What year is it, and and where am i?” I asked as I walked over to me and she grabbed my by my biceps. she looked me up and down with wide eyes.

“It’s 1961 in Houston, Texas. Here let me take you home honey.”she started pulling me to walk with her. I was so in shock I just went along with it.

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I learned that her name was Cindy Russell and she was a high school teacher. She told me she was going to put an add in the paper to see if anyone was going to get you. After that she told me to take a shower and she would talk to me after that.

When I came out she was sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette and reading the news paper. After she saw me she put her cigarette out and asked me to follow her.

“Honey, we are going to put this add in the paper and if no one says anything in a week. I think I’m going to keep you here. We need to enroll you into school though. We will do that tomorrow. I’ve got clothes from my nieces and she looks about your size. For now just get some rest.” After that she walked out of the bedroom. It was a nice bedroom for the time. Was orange themed.

I started looking around to room and figure out what was going on and what day it was. I needed to find the others. I was flipping through anything I could find in the room. Not one thing about anyone. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it read 11:37 pm.

It was no hope. I cleaned up everything and went into bed. I turned off the light next to me and that’s when reality hit. I was alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

No one answered for a week. You could have guessed. I’m now enrolled into school. We got some clothes that fit me. They really looked cute. I have met some new friends and I learned they live down the road from me.

After school we walk home together and laugh about whatever happened.

“Y/N, I heard that Steve was going to ask you out for Prom are you wanting to go? Stacy asked holding her books to her stomach.

I looked at the ground and smiled. I don’t really know if I want this our not. What about Five. I haven’t heard anything about him, or anyone matter of fact.

“I guess I am.” I smiled at her.

I walked up to the front door and waved her goodbye. I locked the door and sighed.

“Cindy I’m home!” I yelled but didn’t hear anything back. I walked into the kitchen and saw a note with some money.

I walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. Cindy comes home early because she doesn’t have classes the last two blocks.

Dear Y/N,

There was a last minute meeting at the school. I have no idea when I will be back so I left some money for dinner and you can go buy something for yourself. My old bike in in the garage I called Larry to fix for you. Have fun!

Cindy.

Nice. I know where I’m going. The diner downtown. I walked into the garage and grabbed the bike. I had to money in a bag placed in the basket in the front and opened the door.

When I pulled up to the diner I saw a bunch of people yelling and throwing things. I wanted to know what was going on. I saw some people throwing food and stuff at the colored people sitting at the counter. I made my way through to see what was happening a little better. Wait… wait is that…..

“Allison?” I said next to her and she turned to look at me. Her eyes widen and I could tell she really want to hug me but she couldn’t.

“Meet me at Odessa at 8” she told me as she looked forward. I nodded my head and went to a different Diner around here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After I ate and looked around I headed home to see if Cindy was there yet.

“Cindy I’m back! How was the meeting?” I asked as I walked into the house.

I didn’t hear anything. That’s weird. I never heard of a meeting going till 7. I turned into my cat form and left the house for the night.

I was walking along the sidewalk when I heard footsteps right next to me.

I looked up and saw Klaus talking to who I think was Ben. He looked down and saw me and picked me up.

“Y/N, how have you been. Have you been living like this cat the whole time?” He asked holding me up.

I turned back and then he was holding like a baby.

“No Klaus, I haven’t.” I said annoyed that he was still holding me.

“You look good, like a real 60’s babe. Wait till Five sees you dresses like this. Thats beside the point, where- where are you headed?” He said putting me down.

I dusted myself off and looked back at him.

“To see Allison. What have you been doing all this time? When did you get here?” I asked him.

He put his hand to his head and groaned.

“Well now I’m running from the cult I made. I got here in like… when did we get here? I asked the air next to him.

“1960 is when we got here.” I nodded. “Got here about 1961. I live with a teacher and am about to be asked out for prom.” After I said the word Prom Klaus went crazy.

“FIVE IS GOING TO FILP SHIT Y/N!!!” He yelled. The second he said Five my eyes widened.

“You saw five!?” I asked.

After that we both heard a bell ring and saw Allison step out of her store. I grabbed his hand and dragged him inside.

Once we were inside I hugged Allison and looked around at everyone else in the room. I coughed and looked at that ground.

“Everyone this is my brother and sister Klaus and Y/N” Allison said to them.

I smiled and waved.

“We need to find the others. And figure out what is happening and how to fix it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After talking for a while I looked at the time and saw that it was 11:30.

“I got to get home, I have school tomorrow and Cindy will worry. See you all around.” I said then walked out and turned to a cat and ran home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up to start another day in school. Stacy said today was the day. Steve is going to ask me. I wanted to look good when he did it so I put on a orange flower button up and a yellow pencil skirt. I put on some of the makeup Cindy had and was off to school.

“You look nice today. Are you excited for Steve to ask you?” She said as we walked through the doors and to our lockers.

“Why wouldn’t I be excited isn’t he like the most popular guy in school. I hope this isn’t some Carrie moment.” I said pull out some books I need.

She looked at me like I was crazy. “You’ll get it in like 20 years. I told her as I closed my locker and walked to class.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was lunch time and I was walking to my table with Stacy and Linda and we passed Steve’s table with all his friends. After we sat down I smiled at them and started eating.

After a while of talking and eating we saw Steve stand on the table.

“Can I please have everyone’s attention please!” He yelled with his hands cupping his mouth.

“I would like Y/N Y/L/N to come over here please.” I stood up and walked over to him very slowly not trying to look too excited.

“Will you go to prom with me?” He asked as he had his hand out. I took it and he pulled me up on the table.

Everyone clapped. Some girls rolled there eyes. His friends yelled and High fived him.

After that we all went to our next class and I waved Steve goodbye and walked with Stacy as we both jumped in joy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was the end of the day and we all were going home. I saw Steve outside leaning against a tree waiting for me. I told Stacy to wait and I walked over to Steve.

“What color are we going with babe?” I asked Miss. Russell for the house phone so we can talk more later.” He put his arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug.

I waved goodbye and started walked with Stacy.

As we walked I saw a car parked in front for my house and looked at Stacy.

“Go through the back door. Stay safe girl” then she walked away. I opened the gate to our backyard and walked inside.

I walked to my room and put my stuff down.

“Long time no see. Who was that boy you were talking to at school today?” I heard a familiar voice say behind me.

I turned around and saw Five leaning against the door frame. My eyes widened.

“Five I’m so happy you are back!” I yelled as I ran into his arms.

“You didn’t answer my question love, who was that.” 

I looked up at him and smiled.

“He just wanted to know the answers for the homework. He is weird like that. I’m just glad you are here now.”

[solarpunkani]

Hi! For a project in mz school were doingf an activity where we make a utopia. i wanted mine to be inspired by your blog and stuff like accessibility, solar engery, things like that. any things you could give me for ideas?

I cannot emphasize enough how absolutely honored I am that you're looking to my blog for inspiration on this project! I hope I can be helpful!

If you want a fantastic wellspring of cool imagery and inspiration, check out the @solarpunkaestheticweek blog! It was an event held over the summer, and a lot of people participated and did art for it! Like this one that I really love! There's also lots of talk about fashion, architecture, and general aesthetic inspiration too! The queue is also continually running with other cool stuff the other mods and I find! We've also got a pinterest board you can rifle through for more inspo! IDK when this project is due, but we're planning to host another event for the Winter Solstice, which should bring out another burst of cool stuff to be inspired by!

Other cool things that could be fun for a utopia... I go on a bit of a ramble below!

The Dear Alice animation is a great source of inspiration, honestly! The imagery in this video are vivid!

Community fridges, little free pantries, little free libraries, and the like are also super fun for a utopia! Here's a pinterest board I made while I was working on my solarpowered fridge concept project this summer!

You could always go for fun shaped and fun-colored solar panels! I've seen talk of solar panels made to look like terra cotta roof tiles, and of colorful solar glass, so either one of these could be cool to draw inspiration from! The imagery of a stained glass window but its all solar voltaic is... prominent, in my head. While I was rifling through my blog, I found another post about more people doing this (or at least something similar)!

I've been in love with this concept art of fish-shaped wind turbines for the longest while! Clean energy can be clean and fun!

Regarding accessibility--I won't claim its something I know a lot about, but I did go on a bit of a ramble about it at the behest of another asker once. Long and the short of it, I'd definitely encourage looking into talks about walkable cities and accessible cities, see what some other bloggers who are More Knowledgeable Than Me have to say about it! Here's another post I've reblogged about accessibility and solarpunk!

It could be fun to imagine how current structures in cities could be reused in a more solarpunk society! I did this a bit earlier with big parking garages, and the replies and reblogs also have some interesting ideas too!

I guess if you were to ask me what I'd like to see in an imagining of a solarpunk future/more utopian kind of vibe... I'd imagine tight-knit communities, clean energy, expansive transit systems and bike accessibility, large paths for traveling by foot, lots of gardens and greenhouses, big sunny windows, bright colors in buildings and fashion, lots of reuse of clothing and visible mending and the like, personalization, and Good Vibes. There's probably a lot more detail and specifics one would need to go to when it comes to making one, but when I think of Solarpunk those tend to be some of the first things that come to mind.

Aaaand here's a few solarpunk blogs I tend to look to for inspiration, if that's helpful to you at all!

I hope this helps! If anyone else happens across this post and wants to chime in, feel free!

[wonderwomanfantasy]

under the stars together (part three)

part one/ part two/ part three/ part four/ part five/ part six/ part seven/ part eight/ part nine/ part ten(smut)/ part eleven& epilogue.(smut)

werewolf!OC x Fem!Reader

warnings: Daddy issues AND Mommy issues, mentions of illness and surgery, acts of violence, mentions of blood & gore, smut, werewolf smut,

word count: 1,600 (about)

summary: the sun is hot on your face as you ride into the unknown. home is to your back and you don't know what the future holds. Just how you like it. You've run here all on your own, and there's nothing tying you down, It would be so easy to pick up and start running again. It's freeing, It's terrifying. You could run, but you're choosing to stay.

“Jesus Christ did a bomb go off in here?” you snapped whirling on Cole, for his part looked appropriately embarrassed. 

“Look the paperwork isn’t exactly my thing-” It looked like the only time someone came into the office was to throw papers onto the floor. The rest of the Garage was so clean and organized you weren’t prepared for the disaster zone that was the one office that was home to all of the paperwork needed to run a mechanics shop. 

“How do you find anything in this mess?” you demanded, you had half a mind to grab his shirt and shake him. 

“I don’t know just dig around a little,”

“This is insane- I can’t get this clean in one day,”

“You have three months, remember?”

“That might not be long enough either.” Cole looked like a kicked puppy, you were frustrated, but his shameful look softened you up a little bit.

“Give me a few hours, I’ll get started on what I can, and then after I have lunch you can show me around the workshop a little,” you decided. 

“Right, I’ll leave you to it,” he said and left you to deal with his disaster. 

You weren’t exactly good with paperwork either but you were confident that you would have never let it get this bad. When Cole had told you that all of the bills and contracts were still paper, you’d half-heartedly hoped to get Gus’s switched over to a digital system, but now you were too overwhelmed to even think about that. 

“Let’s just, get everything in one pile,” you said to yourself, setting to work on uncovering the floor, the desk, and the half-submerged filing cabinet. 

You found you liked working at Gus’s garage, it was rewarding to clean up that mess of the office and it felt good to work with your hands. It was exhausting, but you were pleased with yourself. 

“What are your plans for this weekend?” Cole asked as the two of you were leaving, this too was routine, you sat on the seat, patiently waiting for him to realize you for the day. 

“I have to swing by the hardware store, pick up a few things, the storm damn near took off our gutters, I need to tack it back up to the roof and get new hangers, I’ll probably need a new ladder, stuff like that,” you explained, Cole nodded thoughtfully.

“You need any help with that? I have a ladder you can borrow,” Cole offered, you thought about it for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt to have another set of hands, and Cole was a handy guy, he probably could help out a lot. 

“No thanks, besides it’s not like you want to spend your day off on my roof,” you waved away his concern. 

“Right so what's the plan then? Buy a Ladder and drag it home on your bike?”

“My mother has a car,” 

“You mean her mini cooper? you can’t fit a ladder in there either, I’m telling you let me help you,” he shot back. You pushed your tongue into your cheek and thought, If had been anyone else that bluff would have worked, of course, the only mechanic in town would know your mother's car off the top of his head. 

“Fine,” you relented, Cole beamed at you, and you glared back

“I’ll see you bright and early, Saturday,” he said,

“I’ll make sure there's breakfast on the table for you,” you snapped, Cole sensed his time with you today was done, and let go of the bike. Your mother was of course thrilled that you had made a friend, even if it was Cole Allman, you didn’t know where the rumor started that Cole was mean he’d been nothing but kind to you. Sure he was short with customers and didn’t suffer fools, but he was still a hell of a lot nicer than you would have been. 

You thought over her words, “I’m so proud baby, first you got a job and now you’re making friends, you’re starting to settle in.” settle in, Is that what you were doing? The thought brought a lump to your throat, you wanted to run. You thought about it, packing your bag and taking off in the night. Maybe you’d go west this time. The far side of Texas may be as far as New Mexico. You thought about it and thought you could do it. It wouldn’t hurt, well not you at least.

Not trapped, you decided. You were not trapped, you just had a few threads tying you down. Connections that could be cut when you decided to leave. The urge to run had not subsided, so you went out into the twilight breathing in the fresh air and believing that a walk around the block was just as good, you weren’t looking where you were going and you tripped. There was a bald spot in the yard and the soft earth was an enormous paw print. 

Cole, the son of a bitch, was halfway done rehanging the gutter before you were even up on the roof. He grinned when he saw you and laughed when he saw your glare. The bastard had brought his tools too.

“Morning Spitfire,” he cooed, slipping another hanger in pace. 

“I agreed to borrow your ladder, not to your help,” you snapped.

“Figured you could use a hand that's all,” he said.

“Bullshit, if you wanted to help you would have shown up on time instead you showed up an hour early and just started working yourself,” you accused. Cole smiled guiltily but didn’t seem apologetic,

“I’m not some damsel in distress, I know what I’m doing, I don’t need your help, I didn’t ask for it so if you think you can lord this favor over me-” Cole cut you off mid-rant, a good thing too you were starting to yell and it would be just your luck to get the neighbors looking. 

“Who said anything about lording this over you? Can’t I just do something nice out of the goodness of my heart?” he asked. 

“No. You can’t.”

“Fine, then consider this help a reward,”

“A reward? For what?” 

“Reward is the wrong word maybe, it’s a signing bonus,” he said with a grin and you considered pushing him off the roof. 

“Wouldn’t I have gotten my signing bonus weeks ago when I agreed to work with you?” you protested. Cole rolled his eyes

“Then it’s insurance, I’ll do this for you and you promise to keep working just as hard as you have been,” he offered. You thought about it, as you chewed the inside of your cheek, thinking. You really should be nicer to the only person in town who’d given you a shot.

“Fine,” you spat.

“You don’t sound happy about it,” 

“I’m not,” even if you weren’t happy about accepting his help, you finished before noon and were off the roof before the heat became unbearable. Your mother had made enough food for three so Cole had to stay for lunch. 

“You’re an amazing cook, Nicole, it’s been too long since I had something you made,” he teased, your mother giggled like a school girl, preening under his praise, she was shameless. 

“Oh stop I just threw together something last minute, it’s nothing,” she waved her hand away at him, and he grabbed it, clasping her hand with two of his own, the comparison made his hands seem larger. This action surprised you. Cole touched your mother so easily, but in the weeks you’d known him, you couldn’t remember any time he’d touched you, now that you thought about it he would go out of his way to avoid it. 

You were helping him lower an engine block and your hands were in the wrong place, they were going to get crushed, it would have been easier to just move your hands but instead, he’d taken time to tell you where exactly to put them. You’d assumed that he just wasn’t touchy, but he was getting downright handsy with your mom. It made you feel… how did it make you feel? Jealous? No. protective. 

“Get,” you snapped, swatting at him with a dish towel, “go flirt with someone else’s mom,”

“I’m not flirting,” he said, taken aback, 

“Sure looks like it from here,” you grumbled. If he had touched you like that, grabbing your hand in his own, what would you have done then? You got a weird feeling thinking about it, you wanted to run again.

“Thank you again for all your help,” your mother said as you tried to usher him out of the house. 

“I told you no problem- oh hey, while I was up there I couldn’t help but notice you were missing a couple of shingles missing, would you want help with that project too?” he asked. You interjected before your mom could accept his help. 

“I’ll gladly take your ladder, but If I ever wake up to you on my roof again without permission there will be consequences,” you threatened, it had the opposite effect, he seemed thrilled instead of scared. 

“What kind of consequences? I need to know if it’s worth the risk.” you thought about it for a moment. 

“I'll trash the file room again,” you decided.

“No,” he gasped, his reaction was dramatic but you could see there was real fear in his eyes

“Yes, and then I’ll quit so you have to clean it all by yourself,” you continued. 

“Fine fine, I’ll behave, just let me know when you want the ladder and I’ll bring it,” he assured you and you couldn’t help but match his good humor, his mood was infectious.  

“Thank you, Cole, now go enjoy your weekend, I’ll see you Monday,” you said. 

“See you Monday,” he agreed.

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Twenty-Nine

2023

7:30 PM

After the decision was made that we would stay for the night Ellie begged Joel to take her to look around after she ran back inside. "Take her to check all Bill's traps. Make sure they're still intact and while you do that I'll find something to make us for dinner." He sighed and looked at Ellie before looking at me, "we should pack the truck up," he said. Ellie rolled her eyes, head leaning back as she let out a groan. "We can do that after! Come on, let's go!" She grabbed his wrist and pulled him out the door.

I stood there for a little while looking into the dining room. The table was covered in dust just like everything else along with their last meal. I took a deep breath and got to work clearing it off. Frank hated having the house a mess. Of course the dust would just come back but it doesn't hurt to clean everything up before we leave. Maybe I can convince Joel to help cover the furniture in sheets. Who knows maybe we could come back here one day.

After I had everything cleaned up I dug around and found something to make for dinner. It wasn't too hard, Bill was always prepared. Hell, the man was a prepper before all this shit even happened. He had a plan already thought up and then when shit went down he put that plan into action. He was smart for isolating himself from people and not going with the military when they came here. I could not see Bill in the QZ zone.

After Joel and Ellie came back she ran up to me slightly out of breath and talked a mile a minute about Bill's insane traps. I could hear Joel's heavy sigh and his boots walking closer to where we were in the kitchen. "Thought I told you to stay with me." Ellie rolled her eyes, waving him off, and continued on her excited rant about how Bill was a crazy old man. "You're right! He was just like Joel! Maybe a little more paranoid but holy shit!"

After we ate dinner Ellie wanted to go outside again. "It's getting dark," I told her. "Please please please!" I held a hand up to stop her, "Fine. But…we aren't going too far!" The sun was almost completely gone now. "So, you and Joel made up?" I looked over at Ellie and shrugged. "Kind of, I guess. I mean there is still a lot to talk about. Not everything can be fixed overnight."

"What did he do that made you leave?" I stopped walking and turned to her. "Look, Joel…Joel is very protective of those he cares about. And with me and him being…in a relationship I became his biggest weakness. And that meant he was over protective of me. We had a fight and things were said. And instead of sticking around to talk it out after we both cooled down, I ran."

"What kinds of things?" She asked. I took a breath and we continued walking. "Hurtful things. Things that take time to get over."

When we got back to the house Joel was in the garage that sat beside the house. He was packing the truck up with anything we would need. Food, clothes, camping stuff like sleeping bags and a portable stove. "We should be getting to bed. I want to leave at dawn." Ellie groaned, "that's so early!" She stalked across the yard, grumbling about how Joel was a grumpy old man.

"You've been a real help in reminding me why I never had kids!" I called after her. She put her thumbs up in the air, turning to walk backwards. "Glad I could be helpful!" She gave me a sarcastic smile, flipped me off and slammed the door. "Okay," I whispered, sighing and shaking my head.

"I thought you used to always want kids." I turned my head to look at Joel, who avoided any and all eye contact. "Yeah, back when the world wasn't overrun by some parasite that makes people raging lunatics. Back when I was still young and still held onto those silly little dreams even in a world like this. But those dreams faded and reality set in."

I looked down to see him clenching his fists then looked up to his jaw, which was also clenched. I raised an eyebrow, "you have something to say? Or maybe ask?" He didn't say anything for a few minutes and I began to think he never was. "You…uh…did you…were you seeing someone?" My eyebrows shot up at Joel stumbling over his words and trying not to let his anger get the best of him.

"Are you asking if I fucked other men in the ten years we were together?" His jaw ticked as his dark eyes bored into my soul. "What if I did? You going to go find each and everyone of them and kill them?" He took slow, heavy steps towards me. "That depends." He was standing in front of me now and all I could do was smirk.

"No, Joel. There hasn't been anyone else. If I need that kind of release I just did it myself. Even though it was never good enough. You ruined me for anyone else. Nobody would have been good enough. I would have never been happy." I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. "Now, let's go to bed. We gotta get up at dawn!"

5:00 AM

"She isn't going to like you waking her up." Joel ignored me and walked to the room that Ellie had stayed in last night. I didn't get much sleep last night. All I could think about was that Bill and Frank's corpses were right down the hall. Joel fell asleep pretty quickly with how exhausted he was but he never fell into a deep sleep.

He hasn't fallen into a deep sleep since before Cordyceps. He used to have to be yelled at and have his bedroom door pounded on just for him to wake up to hear his alarm go off. Now, he sleeps but it's a light sleep. Every time I moved his eyes would crack open and then he finally pulled me into him until I eventually fell asleep. That was only four hours ago.

The sun wasn't even up yet, it was still dark. We still had an hour until dawn, but Joel wanted to get out of here and on the road. While he went to wake Ellie I headed downstairs and grabbed something that we could quickly eat. "What the fuck! It's still dark out!" Ellie yelled. "Get your ass up!" I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and Joel appeared in the dining room. "I'm done with her!" He stormed out the door, slamming it as he went.

Once Ellie and I ate we headed out to the truck where Joel was giving everything a once over. We had a couple cans of gas in the bed of the truck with everything else so we would be good for a while. As soon as Ellie got in the truck she started opening and closing compartments, pulling down the visor and looking around. "Move it," Joel told her, thumb hitching over his shoulder to the back seat.

She clambered into the back seat and started looking around. Joel got in the driver's seat, and I climbed into the passenger seat. "It's like a rocketship!" Joel sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. "Never been in a car?" I asked, and she shook her head. Joel turned the keys in the ignition and started the truck, pulled out of the garage, pulled up to the gate, and I got out to open it. Once he pulled through, I made sure the fate was closed before climbing back in the truck, and we started our journey.

[abbatoirablaze]

Tig's Daughter, Chapter 2

Word Count:  2.1k

Alex’s POV

"Is it bad that I sort of remember this place?" 

Dad smiled at me as I got out of the car. He ran to my side and grabbed my backpack, "dad I only have one bag. I can get it."

"That's bullshit that your mother threw away all of your stuff when you were at work," he growled, "I'll have the prospect or Gemma take you shopping. You're gonna need clothes for school when it starts up next month."

"School?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "don't tell me you thought I was gonna let you off scott free when it came to that."

"You didn't graduate," I began, "hell neither did Fawn."

"Yeah," he sighed, "but you are going to go to school. And you are going to graduate. I want you to have a better life than I have."

"Your life doesn't look so bad."

"Tig, thank god your back," a younger guy said, running up to him, "Clay's telling me there's a beamer that's coming in."

"Fucking deal with it then, prospect," dad growled at him, "I'm off today. I brought my kid home."

"Your kid?"

"Yeah," he scoffed, "people have them sometimes. It's a result of fucking without a condom."

"DAD!"

"Sorry kiddo," he sighed, sparing me a glance. Then he turned to the prospect once more, "see, you got me swearing in front of my kid, half-sack. GO TO WORK!"

As he ran away, dad turned back to me, "who was that?"

"The prospect?" he asked, "name's half-sack."

"What's his real name?"

"Kip!"

"Well, I think you scared Kip," I said, pointing into the garage. He was asking another guy about something, and it looked like he was annoying him just as much, “poor guy looks scared half to death.”

"He's still getting his bearings," dad shrugged, "he's only been here a month and a half.  But he’s alright.  Veteran…served in Iraq.  We’re not scaring him, trust me."

"And you guys are already putting him to work in the garage?"

He shrugged, "not my call."

Then he turned around, and we were facing the clubhouse.

"Is this where we're staying?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "at least until I can find us a place. When your mom left me, she forced me to sell the house. It was in both of our names. Been living in the dorms ever since."

"Well, that's kind of depressing."

"Hey, we take what we can get," he shrugged, "I didn't have you...or your sisters...and that day when Missy died...I didn't have anything left."

I sighed, knowing that was all too true.

When mom walked out on dad, she'd pretty much taken any asset he'd had. Part of me always believed that if Missy hadn't been shot that day, she would have tried to take her too, just to spite my dad.

"So do you want the tour, kiddo?"

I nodded, "sure."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and led me into the clubhouse. It still looked as big as I'd remembered it. When we walked inside, I noticed a few women hanging around the bar or cleaning up. Dead ahead was a room with a big table.

Out walked two guys. A heavy-set guy with a full beard, and a taller, more brute looking man with white hair.

"Clay, Bobby, this is my kid."

Dad sounded almost proud when he said that, pushing me ahead of himself slightly.

The heavy-set man was first to come up. He wrapped me up in a hug, "Oh kiddo, you've grown so much since I last saw you. Tig, she's gotten so big.  How long has it been?  Ten, no, eleven years?"

"Do I know you?"

"Elvis," he smiled, holding himself out to me, “Bobby Elvis, babydoll.”

My eyes went wide.  I remembered him.  He was the man who would always act like he was Elvis Presley.

"Elvis!"

"That's right," he smiled, imitating Elvis. I laughed and hugged him again, "thank you. Thank you very much."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed, "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you!"

"It's fine doll," he laughed, "you were probably five or six the last time I saw you."

"OH MY GOD, ALEXIS!" a woman's voice yelled, "TIGGER IS THIS REALLY HER?"

I turned, but just quick enough that the woman in front of me didn't bowl me over. She wrapped me up in the tightest hug I'd ever felt. Closing my eyes, I relaxed into her scent.  It was one that I couldn’t forget.  I felt myself sliding into the comfort and familiarity of her. 

Gemma.

I smiled and held the woman who'd been like a real mother to me for the first six years of my life, "Gemma."

She let me go just long enough to bring a hand to her mouth, "oh baby, you've grown so much. You're such a beautiful young lady."

"I missed you, Gem."

She pulled me back into a second hug and she began to pet my hair, "oh baby, I'm never letting that evil woman tear you away from us again. Even if it means putting a bullet in her, myself."

"Feel free," I laughed, “I won’t stop you.”

She let go of me and I turned to the white-haired man. The president of the club.

"Clay."

"Alexis."

He tried to act like it was no big deal, and he held a hand out to me.

"Good to see you."

"Oh, who you kidding," he laughed, pulling me into a hug as well. My façade broke as the man who was my best friend as a kid practically lifted me off the ground, "it's been too long kiddo.  You’ve been far too far from home.”"

"I know."

"You're home now though," Gemma smiled once Clay had finally let me go, "and that's all that matters. Come on sweetie, let me show you to the dorms so you can put your stuff down. We'll send the prospect out to the car to get the rest of your stuff."

"Oh, I uh, only have a backpack." I said, gesturing to my dad, who was still holding it, "I don't have much.  My mom threw out most of my stuff when I was working a double at the diner."

"Well that just won't do," she frowned, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek, "you're seventeen sweetheart, you need to have options.  You’re a growing young lady."

"Just not too many options," dad said as Gemma grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the clubhouse, "GEMMA SHE'S ONLY SEVENTEEN!"

"Forget what your dad says," Gemma smiled as she used the keyless entry to her car, "we're going shopping and I'm spoiling the hell out of you baby." 

"I'm not seventeen."

"What?" dad asked, "yes you are. You're seventeen. You were born-"

"Dad...I'm eighteen."

"You know, I'm glad that bitch finally gave you back to your father."

"I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

"Dad says that mom couldn't have been all that bad," I shrugged, "but he doesn't know what it was like living with her. He wasn't there when she forgot my birthday. He wasn't there when I learned how to ride a bike because my downstairs neighbors taught me. Wasn't there when mom pulled me out of school-"

"Your mom pulled you out of school?"

"Last year," I nodded, "she tried forcing me to go down with the corner with her, but once I told a neighbor, she got me a job under the table at a diner down the street. I got myself a fake ID and everything and started working a second job she didn't know about. Stashed some money away so that I could disappear when I turned 18."

"Sweetie."

I looked up at Gemma, putting my phone in my lap. She genuinely looked shocked at what I was telling her.

"What?"

"Baby, that's not okay."

"I'm fine," I admitted, "Dad tried to keep in touch. I remember he would call, and mom wouldn't let him talk to me. She'd just scream about money...and he'd tried to visit a few times...but he always sent me a birthday gift.  I knew he didn’t forget about me, and it made things a little more…bearable."

She looked sad as she focused back on the road.  We didn't say another word until we pulled back into TM. When we got out, she ordered the prospect to get my bags.

She truly had bought me a lot, saying that dad would foot the bill later.  But part of me knew she wouldn't give dad the bill.  He looked like he was barely making it by as it was.

I mean, I know mom took everything from him, but it didn't seem like he ever stopped giving what he had left to me.  As I walked into the clubhouse yet again, I saw dad sitting at the bar talking to Clay.

I ran up and wrapped my arms around him.  He turned partially in his seat and smiled when he realized it was me.

"So we got the rest of the day together," he smiled, "been talking with the guys. They're gonna let us spend some time together. Only thing I got going on is church tomorrow evening."

"Church?" I laughed, "when did you become religious."

"It's what we call our little get togethers," Clay laughed, taking a swig of his beer, "We just have to get together and vote on some things."

"Oh," I laughed, "I was gonna say, dad was never religious."

"They're religious about their bikes," Gemma laughed, putting an arm around Clay. They greeted one another with a kiss, and she turned back to me, "did you wanna go back out with me? I have to run a few more errands so I can do dinner tomorrow night. You're coming to that, right?"

"Let Tiggy spend some time with his little girl," Clay laughed, wrapping an arm around Gemma and pulling her close, "who knows how long she'll still wanna spend time with her old man."

Just then a loud noise broke us from our conversation.

"What the hell was that?"

"Guys, you gotta see this!" Half sack said, running into the clubhouse, "something just exploded."

"WHAT?"

We all followed him outside.

It looked like it was a bit further out, but the noise was getting louder, and a second, even bigger explosion went off.

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my god."

I looked back to my dad, but he was already looking to Clay.

"That ours?"

"Shit," Clay hissed, nodding towards my dad, "call the boys. We've gotta get everyone here. NOW!"

Without another word, dad pulled out his cell phone and began dialling up numbers.

"What's going on, Gemma?"

"Looks like you're stuck with me, sweetheart," she sighed, "let's go back in and get you unpacked. Your dad's gonna be busy for quite a while."

"But wha-"

But I was cut off by a third explosion developing from the area.  She sighed as she turned me around and led me back into the clubhouse like this was some everyday occurrence.

"Is this normal?"

"Well not that, exactly," she sighed as we walked back towards the dorms, "but there's always something going on in this town."

"I'd expect an explosion in Oakland, but not here," I admitted, “That’s crazy.”

Gemma shrugged, opening a door at the end of the hall.  Walking in, I took note of what Gemma had already done to make it more acceptable for a teenage girl.

The bags were haphazardly dropped in the room by the dresser. On top of the dresser was a picture of me and dad with Missy. He was laying on a couch and Missy was laying on him, and a six-year-old me was snuggled up right alongside of her.

That was a few months before she died.

I think that was one of the last pictures dad had taken of us.  Sighing to myself, I walked up, touching the frame.

"Your dad had his copy in his wallet," she said softly, "I borrowed it to make a copy so that you would have it."

"Dad had this in his wallet?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "on the back it says 'my girls' and it was dated 1998."

"Yeah," I smiled, "that was back at the house before mom left dad. They never tell you that you're in the good old days, you know. That shit always slips by and you never know it."

"Tell me about it," she laughed, "I remember 1998 so well. Jax was turning 20. They let him prospect for the club. It felt like he was still my baby boy."

"I'm sure he still is, Gemma."

"He'll always be my baby boy," she shrugged, "but you're right, sweetheart. Things have definitely changed since then." 

Chapter 3

[kirihotto]

Decoration Distractions {RM X Reader 18+}

Christmas. A special time that comes around once a year, filled with magic stories and warmth. Since I started dating Namjoon two years ago, Christmas has been a regular celebration. With fall nearing its end and the frost nipping at our noses, Christmas wasn't far away. Decorating was one of my favorite things to get ‘festive.’ figured I would start getting things ready for decorations since the weekend was a day away. As well as we would be the ones hosting the party. The seven guys would host a party for themselves when they were new starting out. But when Namjoon and the band mates got big they hosted larger parties in the holiday spirit. Hundreds of idol groups and musicians were invited, sure they wouldn’t all come but it was still a lot of people. Which I was recently added into. Being his partner and all. Helping in any way I can with his busy schedule. 

      Earlier that day I had gone to get some Christmas supplies. Being sure to stray from anything peppermint and chocolate flavored. Ending up with some hot chocolate ingredients, cookies and candy canes for the tree. While grabbing a few new PLASTIC Christmas ornaments due to the accident last year. Then a few little things to add. Before decorating anything the house needed to be cleaned. Cleaning up the mess around the place, getting rid of fall decorations, laundry, dishes and all that. Finishing up, I cleaned up and changed. Before going into the storage to find the Christmas stuff, I slipped on a cozy white knit sweater, shorts since it was warm in the house and black knee highs. Sliding on bunny slippers with the box of fall themed things in hand, I wandered into the garage to get everything out before Namjoon would be home. Until he pulled up meeting me in front of the garage. 

“Hey! What are you up to?” He called from beside the previously slammed car door. Namjoons short sandy hair was pushed back and styled from work. Finished off with a white button up and black decently snug jeans. His long tan coat tossed over his arm, bartender style. A warm smile greeted you as you looked over the box in your hands. He started walking toward me, until I wobbled slightly trying to see him in all his beauty. “Woah hey hey hey! Let me help!” 

“Thanks. It’s heavier than I thought..” I whined ruffling my hair out of my face due to the wind. The cold hit me suddenly, my teeth almost chattering. “W-what are you doing home so early?”

“Early? Baby, It’s already seven. Head on inside before you freeze. I'll follow you in.” He chuckled slightly, pumping up the box higher in his grip. Wandering back inside quickly I held the door open for him. Setting the box down in the living room his dark eyes quickly wandered to the sparkly ornaments I just bought, eyes seeming not so dark anymore as he waddled over.“Wow! You picked well. Feeling festive huh?”

“Yeah. I wanted to have things done before you got home, but I guess I was shopping longer than expected.” walking into the living room to greet him properly. He grabbed my waist from behind and snuggled into me. Feeling his body heat the moment we made contact. His head resting on my shoulder. Trying to see this cuteness, but he hid behind me enough so I didn't see. “There's still more boxes I need to get.”

“No it’s ok I'll go grab them. I've got my shoes on still.”

“But you just came home from dance practice all day-”

“Nope! It’s fine. All the more reason for me to get them. I’ve got muscle.” He smiled, kissing me lightly on the cheek before wandering out the door with a little wave. While he was gathering the boxes from the garage I made us some hot coco and got out the cookies. “Here I think this is it?”

“One sec!” I called from the kitchen. Two cups of warm hot chocolate in white mugs with red sweaters. Meeting him in the living room with all the lids off the bins as he looked through everything, pushing back his sandy hair once more. “Here Namjoon! Be careful it's hot.”

“Oh! I thought I smelt something tasty.” He took the mug with a warm smile, making the room just a little bit brighter already. He turned back around to face the boxes. His voice now serious.“You are really in the mood this year huh?”

“W-what?” I stuttered. 

“Y know. The festive spirit?” He replied turning to face me, eyebrows furrowed, hot chocolate in hand. 

“Yeah! I’m excited to see the guys again! It’s been awhile.” chuckling awkwardly before speaking. Guess I misunderstood his tone. Namjoon and I set up the tree as we sipped our drinks. The silence filled with talk of work and drama throughout the day. The tree was all set up! Just needed the ornaments.

“Let’s play some Christmas music. It’s not exactly a great time to talk about drama huh?” Namjoon chuckled, dragging you toward him and the smart TV. The sweet scent of chocolate and the bitterness of the pine creating a tender feeling. One of those memories from scents alone. “ This isn't what I was expecting when I got home. Which song would you like first?”

“Hmm.. Yours..?” It took only a fake thought and giggle. Namjoon sighed in sarcasm and flicked through the custom christmas playlist we had obtained over the years. The Music began and so did the tree decorating. Snacking on cookies between grabbing ornaments to place delicately and orderly on the tree. Dancing hand in hand around the warm musical Christmas tree. Namjoon knows the words to all my favorite holiday tunes. Honestly his versions were better than any original. Laughs, giggles and singing is what was filling the silent house this evening. Not that it was ever silent in the house, but more noisy than usual. The tree was filled with the new colorful ornaments as other decor was fired everywhere. Now all that was missing was the star. “Namjoon, where's the star at?”

“H-here.” He called out after tripping over a strip of greenery on the floor with a weird noise. A sigh of relief after he met me at the tree. Reaching easily to the top of the tree and placing the star exactly where it was needed. As I Practically jumped over to the plug for the tree lights. Waiting for his signal/“Go ahead.”

“Wow.” The new ornaments looked much better with our display. Making my way over to Namjoon. His eyes lit up and a dimple filled smile was easily seen. We stood next to each other as a slow festive tune played behind us. Namjoon’s warm hand pulled me toward him from beside him, our hips touching. His view was focused on the tree as a warm smile lingered on his face. While I was looking at the warm light beside me. Finally his gaze shifted to me, his dark eyes locked with mine as he turned to face me. I called out his name as the innocents in his gaze faded.“Namjoon..?”

“Ah, the greenery right. We still have a few house decor things. Let's.. set those up?” He switched the conversation topic, letting go of me and toward the Greenery pieces. “Where do we put these? The stairs?”

“Yeah! We wrapped them around there last year. Oh the lights too!” I remembered slowly as the image came back to me. Namjoon made his way up the stairs as he wrapped them on the side rail. I fished out the tangled strings of lights. Testing to make sure they all worked, much not to my surprise some bulbs were out. None the less I dragged them toward Namjoon, as he fumbled with the decorations on the stairs. Setting up the staircase then it was on to the big arch way. Namjoon wouldn't let me do much with the ladder so I just made sure he didn't fall or tangle the greenery. With an empty plate of cookies and two empty stained cups from hot cocoa, we finished decorating. The lights staining my vision. “It looks amazing Namjoon!”

“Oh- It’s pretty much the same as last year.” He chuckled as he double checked the place. Just  then remembering the new thing I had gotten. “Doesn't mean I don't like it- where’d you go off to?”

“I forgot something!” Sliding my feet across the cool tiles to my denim bag signed with Hobis stage name, Ripping the zipper open to pull out the mistletoe. While Namjoon was shuffling through the mess from the decor I attempted to put up the mistletoe in the arch. Sure enough I couldn't reach. Seconds later warm hands caught my own, holding the mistletoe above me. Namjoon snaked around to face me as he held my hand. His eyes sharply focused on my next move. As I tried to break the silence. “Surprise..?”

“You know the rules right? Under the mistletoe..” Namjoon teased, smiling down to me smugly. He hung it up and his focus went right back to me. His big hands drew my waist closer to him as he leaned in. The shadow of his eyelashes were visible due to proximity. This teasing was something I couldn't get used to. He knew what power he had over me, honestly I didn't mind. My face flushed as thoughts raced through my mind of what he could possibly be getting at. Knowing any attempt of escape was useless. Namjoon dipping his finger to my chin made me look up to him. His dragon eyes stared deeply yet warmly into mine. “You’re so beautiful..”

(Spicy here mate)

Our lips finally met, breaking the tension. A lingering gentle kiss, as my heart began to flutter. Our eyes meet again as our breath intertwines in the small space between us. Namjoons eyes darted to my lips then back to greet my longful stare. His hands are still gripping my waist, tapping his forehead to mine, eyes closed.

“Fuck..” He growled under his breath. My heart jumped at just a single word. He pulled away and went in for another kiss. Since he had gotten home I knew something like this was bound to happen. Giving up I flung my arms over his built shoulders and clung to his back. Our bodies locking into each other as he pulled me as close to him as I could get. Playing with the back of his hair while his lips locked with mine. “I know this was supposed to be wholesome and fun but.. That outfit. Is umm. Nice.”

“W-what. Oh uhm.. Sorry?” I was taken aback at his sudden cuteness after his intense kisses. He chuckled at my reply.

“You might just be..” he breathed into my neck before sucking and licking purple and pink little marks. Leaving butterfly kisses along my neck and face. A prominent bulge was left against my stomach as Namjoon rested his head on the nape of my neck, warm breath trickling down my neck. My chest tightening at the feeling of warmth and tension arising. “Who knew one tradition would get so.. Intimate.. You better finish what you started…”

“We still have to clean up.” My hands moved down his chest in an attempt to push him away, even if I knew it was useless. He squeezed my hips slightly, making a small moan escape my lips. whining.“N-namjoon.”

“Yes baby..?~” He growled softly in response to my sudden sound. “Let’s go then.”

[slutforrick]

Chapter 2 (Unwritten Rules)

So far the Smith family seem like nice people, a bit dysfunctional, but nice nonetheless. So far you’ve learned that Beth is pretty much the head of the family. Jerry just kind of exists in the household. His kids don’t seem to fully respect him and neither does Rick. Beth and Jerry’s relationship seems to be on the rocks since they fight almost everyday over the most mundane things. You’ve learned to start bringing headphones to work if you want to clean in peace. Summer comes and goes. She doesn’t really interact with you much yet but what can you expect from a teenager who only cares about boys and popularity? Morty has been the one person who will actually give you the time of the day. He will start conversations like inviting you to join in activities like watching inter dimensional cable or just discussing the latest thing his crush Jessica did at school. It’s really adorable hearing a pre-teen boy gush about his high school crush. It makes you remember those days. Now the one family member you can’t seem to have a full conversation with is Rick. That man has more walls up than attack on titan. You understand that not everyone is going to be the most open and receptive to new people but my god he acts like you’ve betrayed him in the past or something. Anytime you’ve run into him you just get grunts or ‘hmm’ in return for any questions you may ask and that’s on a good day. Sometimes he’ll just straight up ignore you and walk away when you request for help in finding some kind of cleaning item. You’ve had to learn quickly to not let it get under your skin or it’ll hurt your feelings. It’s just how Rick is. You’ve managed to stay out of his way and especially out of his stuff for the past few weeks since you’ve started working for them. However, today that luck ran out. Turns out Rick has been in and out of the garage a lot lately working on some sort of experiment. The problem is that the experiment is starting to stink and that smell is starting to leak into the rest of the house. Beth has been really patient when it comes to her father and the countless things he does in the house. However she can’t stand it when the first thing she hears after a long day of work is Morty, Summer and Jerry complaining about how the smell is getting stronger everyday. So that’s where you step in. You’re about to face what you believe is the Goliath of a mess with a bottle of bleach and a sponge. You truly did not want to go into this man’s garage. He treats it like his sanctuary where he’s the king but it’s either to deal with a disgruntled Rick or upset the only people who offered to give you a job. Obviously you aren’t going to do the latter. First class ticket to Raging Rick Town here you come. You sigh as you slowly open the door to the garage. You squint expecting to be yelled at only to be met with eerie silence. You open them to see there’s no one in there. You let out a deep sigh. ‘Better to get to work’. You think to yourself as you walk around trying to find the source of the smell. It’s hard to tell since there’s just so much crap everywhere. There’s various items on the workbench, on the floor, on the shelves, and falling out of cabinets. You shake your head ‘A king should definitely take better care of his sanctuary’ You mumble to yourself still searching. You come across what looks like a decomposing specimen in a bottom cabinet. With a quick sniff you confirm it’s what the smell is. It nearly makes you want to puke bringing it that close to your face. ‘Jesus Christ what is it?’ You question yourself. ‘Matter of fact I don’t want to know.’ You quickly toss it into the nearest bin.

‘Well while I got the place to myself I should clean up a little bit’ You think looking around at the total disaster that is this garage. You try to organize the best you can with little knowledge of what anything is. The best you can do is straighten up items in the same area. You decided to throw away anything that gave off a foul smell as well. You’re not sure if you’ll regret that later or not. Regardless, the smell is creeping into the rest of the house and it’s unfair to the rest of the family if Rick doesn’t want to clean up his ‘experiments’ or whatever he’s doing in here. You manage to make good progress until you hear a noise you never want to hear. The sound of a portal. ‘Fuck..’ Is the only thought that your brain can come up with before Rick steps through well stumbles through. He seems to be a bit drunk. ‘Great we’ll mix alcohol with a temper tantrum’ You think as you make eye contact with the tall man.

“What the *burp* fuck are you doing in here!?” Rick questions stumbling towards you with a pretty angry look on his face. “D-does this look like some kind of playground for lowly w-workers?” You shake your head. “N-no there’s a smell in the house and B-Beth-“ You start but get cut off “I don’t give a flying fuck what Beth says! T-this is my domain. I don’t want some cheap maid touching my s-shit.” He grumbles looking around at the “damage”. “God you moved nearly *burp* everything!” He exclaims slamming his hands on the workbench knocking stuff onto the floor. You flinch as beakers and books fall loudly onto the ground. “I-i can tell you where I put everyth-“ “OUT!” You flinch again at how loud he can be. You hesitate then turn to the garage door. Before you leave you turn to look at Rick picking stuff up mumbling to himself. He turns to see you’re still there and glares in your direction. You whimper and quickly close the door. You shakily walk towards the dining room. You see Morty at the table eating some cereal. He sees your distressed face and his face turns to worry

“Y/N d-did something happen?” You nod slowly as a tear falls out “Come sit. What happened?” He says patting the chair next to him. “Your grandpa Rick can be a major dick..” You start out just looking down at your hands. Morty sighs, putting down his spoon. “Y-yeah he can be. Let me guess you t-tried to rid the house of the smell and it ended up being in his garage?” You nod yet again “Figures.” “I’ll talk to him at some point. He can treat us like that because we are family but you d-don’t deserve that.” You look up quickly. “No no you don’t have to do that! I don’t want to cause problems.” Morty chuckles softly and replies “Rick causes enough problems. What’s one more?” He shrugs going back to his cereal. You smile, feeling a bit better. You then hear a pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. You look up to see Beth and Jerry dressed in old timey clothes. “W-what is the occasion guys?” Morty asks. “We are going to a titanic interactive experience!” Jerry exclaims happily “Jerry has been looking forward to this for awhile.” Beth adds. “While we are out we expect the house to stay orderly. I’m sure you can help with that Y/N.” Beth smiles are you. You smile back

Rick comes into the living room seeming to be a bit more sober. You quickly look away to not make eye contact with him. “What’s going on?” He asks. “We’re heading out so I’m trusting you Rick to keep everything orderly.” Jerry says. “What do I hear about you guys leaving?!” Summer yells running down the stairs. “Yes I’m trusting you guys to have the place to yourselves. Not one thing out of place.” Jerry says in a threatening tone as they begin to walk out the door. “Or Morty can’t have adventures with Rick anymore.” Beth says. “W-what?!” Morty yells. “Not. One. Thing.” Jerry says again as they get into the car and being to pull away from the driveway. Before they even leave your view Summer has a giant smile on her face. “Well I’m having a party!” She says happily. “No you’re not Summer.” Rick interjects. “Because I’m having a party!” He says happily. It’s the first time you’ve seen a smile on his face. “G-guys you heard what mom said! If anything gets destroyed I can no longer go on adventures with Rick!’ Morty whines. “That sounds like a you problem.” Summer says pulling out her phone beginning to text people. “Rick!” Morty whines again. “Relax buddy. I-it’ll be fine. You got to relax s-sometimes.” Rick replies, patting Morty on his back and walking inside. Morty turns to you with such a pitiful look on his face. You can't help but feel sorry for him. “I can help clean.” You say trying to make him feel a bit better. He sighs and follows his sister and grandpa into the house. “Here we go” you say to yourself following them inside. To Be continued