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[damn-stark]

Chapter 16 Intertwined, sewn together

Final chapter of Tragedy at the Miller’s

A/N- We’re on the last chapter!! 😩 I am moving forward past episode 7 using GAME CONTENT SO BEWARE!!

Warning- Fluff, ANGST, swearing, talks of weapons, death and blood, MAJOR SPOILERS for season 2 AND GAME, Remember this is a rewrite not an AU, so the major stuff that happens in the show will happen here :)

Pairing- Joel Miller x daughter!reader (platonic of course :), OC x Fem!reader

Episode- I am using content from the game

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*14 YEARS AGO*

Here you are, covered in blood, and sitting in the living room of your childhood home with your head hanging low and your knees pressed to your chest.

You then see him walking in so you sit upright, expecting to get in trouble for running off on your own and being found in a room littered with clickers you killed. You meet your uncle's glowering gaze and wait for him to unleash his anger with sharp words, but it’s your 16th birthday, you’re in your childhood home, and you’re looking at him with this…look…so tender and so dull, and so close to breaking that he can't muster of a single sharp word.

Instead, he looks for the sun but finds you looking at him like you would look at your dad when the world was sane; like he is life itself, and in doing so, at that moment, he knows that you’re more intertwined than he thought.

He never let himself admit it. You were never his. You were always Joel’s most precious possession, but now, as you look at him like he’s life itself, you are his. He is a father and you are his daughter, and he knows that what you need is not sharp words, but comfort.

“You came,” you say in a broken whisper and watch him sit beside you.

“Of course,” he retorts right away.

“I’m worth,” your voice breaks and you look down at a picture of you, Sarah, and your dad. “I’m worth something aren’t I?” You ask and once again look at him with the same look as before.

“‘Course,” your uncle quickly reassures you. “You are worth…more than…life,” he trails off in a whisper that you barely hear, but you catch it nonetheless and nod in comprehension.

“I’m…good, aren’t I? I was good wasn’t I? I-I tried. I really did.”

“What do you mean?” He probes.

You wipe your tears away and explain the reasoning behind your questions. “Why did he leave? Why didn’t he come with us? With me?”

Your uncle lets out a deep breath and puts his head back against the couch, but keeps his eyes on you. “I don’t know,” he says. “Sarah’s death. All this…it changed him.”

You nod slowly and press the picture against your chest. “I’ll show him,” you say confidently with tears running down your cheeks. “I’ll show him I don’t need him to survive. I’ll live long. I’ll live a long and good life. Even through all this.”

Your uncle smiles at you with admiration as you look back at the picture with sparks of determination twinkling in your eyes that let him see it.

Maybe because this new dream is all he wants for you, but he sees your future here and there, that long and good life. And he will do anything to make sure you’ll have it.

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*NOW. SEATTLE*

“Sunny,” Tommy whispers as he sees you laying limply on the ground with blood spilling out from your wound, leading him to think the worst, but hoping he’s not right. Thus, he calls out in another whisper.

“Baby…” he trails off and keeps watching you, hoping you’ll move, but you remain flat on the ground.

“Stop hiding!” Abby sneers, breaking him from his stupor and reminding him where he is, so he looks up and catches Abby pointing her gun at the edge of the desk where Ellie is hiding again thanks to you. She then quickly hits the trigger, but carves a hole on the edge of the dark, closing in on Ellie, but not hitting her, so she starts moving away from him in search of Ellie.

However, this time before she can shoot again, with a shot of adrenaline caused by rage as he looks at the woman who’s brought him nothing but misery, Tommy forces himself on his feet even if his ribs burn, and catches Abby off guard by grabbing her gun and trying to yank it away.

Albeit Abby grips onto the gun with a vice-like grip and accidentally shoots at the air a couple of times as she challenges Tommy for full control of her gun.

Ellie catches the power struggle so she quickly slips away to the auditorium whilst the young bald boy that came with Abby interferes.

“Let her go!” The boy exclaims, and before Tommy knows it, an arrow goes through his thigh, making him yelp and falter, and letting Abby swing her body around to throw Tommy three hard and sharp punches across his face and one on his throat.

Overcome with pain and the inability to catch a breath, Tommy lets go of the gun and falls on his knees, letting Abby and the bald boy chase after Ellie, leaving behind Tommy, Jesse’s lifeless body, and you.

And as much Tommy did care for Jesse, the young man doesn’t even cross his mind, he wants to go after Ellie to help her, but with the arrow pierced in his leg, and his ribs broken or bruised, he’s left invalid. He’s actually succumbed to the thought that he’s going to die, so there’s nothing he can do for Ellie as much as he wants to. You on the other hand.

Once he’s able to catch his breath again, even through his writhing pain, he musters the strength to clutch the ground and drag his body toward you ready to accept death.

However, once he manages to reach you, he realizes that your chest is not still, it’s rising and falling. You’re alive. The bullet just grazed you, leaving your face pampered in blood and you in such a terrifying death-like state, but you’re alive.

You’re alive.

“Oh thank god,” Tommy cries as he lets his forehead fall on yours as he’s overcome with relief.

There have been many close calls. Many times where he feared for your life, but no moment was more terrifying and real than this moment because, for a few minutes, he thought you were really dead. He had already felt the world come crumbling down and accepted death if that’s what fate wanted from him, but your heart is beating, and you’re breathing, so his world is whole again and he forsakes death as he finds meaning in the world again.

If only he could heal you, but he’s still writhing in pain and invalid. He can’t do anything but lay helplessly beside you and wait.

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*1 YEAR LATER. JACKSON HOLE, WYOMING*

“There. Just there. Put the flowers there.”

Theo rests the flowers next to the mug filled with hot plain black coffee, and just over a patch of dirt where the grass is thinner than the rest because not long ago you buried your dad's watch where it belongs. With him.

“Me,” Theo pats his chest and then points to the hot mug of coffee, making you chuckle.

“Here’s your juice,” you let him know and grab the cup off the ground to pass it over to him.

“Why don’t you tell Grandpa what we’re going to have for breakfast today, hm?” You suggest, making the little boy purse his lips and tap his chin as he thinks for a moment before he blurts.

“Pancakes!” Theo exclaims. “Juice!”

You smile and Apollo lies on his side. “Is that all? How about scrambled eggs? Or fruit?”

Theo grabs his juice and takes a long drink before he leans toward his dad. “No. Juice.”

Apollo scoffs with amusement. “Well then, but don't reach for my fruit when you want some. You stick with your juice.”

Theo clinks his dad's cup of juice and then lets his cup go to grab Apollo’s since he had only taken a sip and Theo's cup wasn’t as full anymore.

“Oh wow,” Apollo mumbles as you giggle. “What about your mama, are you gonna let her have some or are you gonna drink it all yourself.”

Theo exhales deeply before he pushes himself up and approaches you to offer you some. “Juice?”

You grin at your son and take his cup. “Oh well if you’re offerin’.” You say and finish his drink, making his eyes widen and his jaw slowly drop.

“No!” He whines and falls to the ground. “No!”

You sigh and cup his cheek, making him peek over at you and pout.

“Sorry.” You tease with a smile. “Your sibling was thirsty. They told me to drink all of your juice! They said, "Drink all of Teddy’s juice!” You mock in a faux baby voice before you pull your hand away to then surprise him by tickling his tummy.

Theo loses all of his anger and giggles at the action. When you pull your hand away he then crawls to you to try and tickle you, but all he does is wipe his fingers on your belly.

Not like it matters though because you still laugh for him. Which only makes him laugh harder until he hears your stomach growl and stops with horror as he thinks that it’s the five-month-old baby in your belly.

“Oh no. It wants you next.” You tease and quickly throw your arms around him to pull him toward you to press multiple kisses on his cheek to make him believe you’re going to eat him and make him fall into a fit of laughter.

When you pull away and he slowly comes to a stop you interject. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Grandpa and tell him you’ll come back soon?”

Theo turns towards your dad's tombstone and waves. “Bye, Pa!”

You smile and press a tender kiss on his cheek before you let him go to approach your dad's tombstone and pour the coffee out from his mug on the same spot on the ground as always. You then stay crouched in front of the tombstone and whisper. “Bye, Daddy I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You then kiss the top of your fingers and press it on the surface of his tombstone before you get up and join Apollo and Theo by the horses.

“Why don’t you invite your dad over for breakfast?” You tell Apollo as you ascend your horse. “We’re gonna pass by anyway on our way home.”

“Oh, yeah,” Apollo says with a faint smile. “That’d be nice. You might as well invite your uncle and his family over then. We always tend to make more pancakes than we need anyway. I think it’ll be nice. Spontaneous, but nice.”

You nod in agreement. “It’s still early too,” you add. “So I think we should catch them before they eat. Good idea, my love.”

He grins cheekily and shrugs. “Why, thanks babe. It came to me. Just now. Thanks to you actually, so, great idea.”

You flash him a smirk. “Thanks.”

You both share one more smile before you then move on and return to the safety of the town, crossing with no trouble, just gaining more hunger.

You’ll have to invite everyone quickly so you can go home and start breakfast as soon as possible. This new baby has made you eat more and think you'll starve if you're not eating often. You didn't have this problem when you were expecting Theo, the experience with him was different, kinder in a sense, so you try to quickly put the horses away.

When you eventually make it outside you expect to meet up with Apollo and Theo waiting for you, but instead, you’re welcomed with a surprising visitor.

“Ellie!” You exclaim, grabbing her attention before you run over to her with a beaming grin and searching eyes.

Albeit you don’t spot who you’re looking for so your smile falters. “Where’s Dina and the baby?” You ask, making Ellie hesitate to answer, so you look back at her and see that her gaze is lost on the blind eye and the curved scar on the left side of your face that the bullet graze left last year in Seattle. A parting gift if you may.

Ellie always seems to get lost on the scars on your face. Every time without a fault you catch her glancing at them when she visits. At first, it would annoy you mostly because you hated the curved scar and the fact that you couldn’t see out of one eye, but after a while. When you at last got used to your scars, you realized that Ellie only stared out of guilt.

She should realise though that she didn’t force you to try and defend her. You choose to do it, so there’s nothing she should be guilty about. You’ve tried to make her understand multiple times already, but doesn’t seem to get it.

“Ellie,” you press and snap her out of her stupor. “Did Dina and JJ come? Where are they?”

Ellie draws out a small breath before she points towards the gate. “They stayed home…it’s just me,” she says and averts her eyes right away. “I just ran into Apollo and Teddy. Apollo said to tell you that you could head home and get started on breakfast. He’ll take care of the other things.”

You hum and nod in comprehension. “Okay, great, I'm starving. I’m assuming you’re coming over then? We’re makin’ pancakes.”

Ellie nods faintly as she only spares you a glance before she starts following you as you lead the way home, wondering why she came alone when she always travels in a group with Dina and her son, JJ. They’ve been inseparable since Dina had the baby. Wherever one is the other one is not far behind, like a shadow. Which is why it’s odd that Ellie came alone especially since she and Dina live outside of Jackson now. They’re more prone to traveling to town together.

“How come you’re here alone?” You can’t help but wonder, making Ellie finally glance at you for longer than a second.

“Why? Am I not enough for you anymore?”

You scoff. “You are, but it's just odd to see you without Dina and the baby now.”

Ellie laughs breathlessly as if strained and offers you a response. “Dina…didn’t feel like coming. That’s all, so you’re stuck with just me.”

You nudge her. “Well, I don’t mind.”

Ellie offers you a faint smile which also looks strained, so rather than feeling relieved that your curiosity was answered, you’re left more curious and worried.

“How’s JJ?” You ask with a smile.

“Good,” she says and nods. “Yeah, he’s good. Only getting bigger.”

“Good. That’s how it should be.”

You look at her with a smile and a need to share about your own growing bundle of joy, but you hold back on it for now in hopes she’ll be in better spirits later on.

Until then you make it home without much conversation. Ellie makes it hard with her look of doom and gloom. It makes you wonder if she and Dina got into a fight.

What other reason would have her here with such a long frown on her face and a completely distant look that makes her look like she’s miles away rather than next to you.

You almost don’t ask if something's up. You want to let her bring it up because you know she will, but you can’t help it. You get home and while you’re starting breakfast it’s too quiet and tense. You have to probe.

“Okay, what’s up? What’s wrong with you? Why are you here?”

Ellie looks offended. “Do I have to have a reason to come visit alone?”

You shake your head and point the spatula at her. “No, but ever since I saw you I've noticed you carrying this face that’s telling me something’s wrong, so speak before people get here.”

Ellie holds your gaze for a moment before she sighs as she realizes you have her cornered. There’s no more avoiding the subject. Thus she takes just a couple of seconds to herself to exhale deeply and fiddle with her fingers before she parts her lips to speak what’s gnawing at her. “I found Abby.”

You scoff in disbelief and look at her as if she’s joking. “What?” You quip with a smile.

Ellie nods stiffly. “For a couple of months now I've been secretly looking for Abby and finally after months, I know where she is. She’s in California.”

Your amusement completely disappears and you look at her with a deadpanned face, making Ellie that more nervous.

“No, that’s impossible. It could be anyone,” you argue, but Ellie quickly shakes her head and finally there’s a spirit in her that’s been missing since you came across her.

“But it’s not. It’s Abby. She was traveling with a skinny boy with scars on his face. It’s her. She’s in California and I mapped it out. Everything is already planned and packed. If we leave today we can catch up to her in a couple of weeks. It’ll just be us and Tommy.”

“No,” you mutter, but she doesn’t catch your response.

“We could get there even quicker and catch her completely off guard and it’s not like she has a city to hide in. She’s vulnerable. This is our chance—”

“I said no,” you sneer, making her cut off her excited rambling as she hears the tone of your voice.

“What?” She quips as she looks at you confused. “What do you mean no? She escaped last time—”

“No, we barely escaped with our lives last year,” you blurt and turn the stove off in a fury to put all your attention on her. “I lost my ability to see out of one eye. My uncle struggles to walk, Dina got shot in the shoulder and almost got her throat sliced, and you almost died on multiple occasions while Jesse wasn’t so lucky. So no Ellie.”

She shakes her head in disbelief while also looking at you like you offended her. “So it’s that simple huh? Let a year pass by and you forget what she did to your dad?! To Jesse?!”

You shake your head. “No you don’t get to bring up Jesse because this is not who it’s about and you know that, so leave him out of it. This is about you not being able to let revenge go. Let it go, Ellie. You killed Nora, Owen, and Mel. You said you could let Abby go, so please,” you say softer now as you’re begging her. “Please let this go. You’re alive. You have a family. Enjoy your life. Please, you deserve it.”

“And Joel deserved to live just like Abby deserves to die. I won’t get to enjoy my life until I see her dead. If you don’t care, I do and we will do this without you.” She spats, expecting you to be in distress, but you hold her gaze with tears welling in your eyes and determination burning within.

“No.” You spat and shake your head. “You will do this alone. My uncle will not be going with you. He is not risking his life and neither am I, and I assume that’s why Dina is not here either.” You say and swallow thickly as she bats her eyes in disbelief.

“I went to Seattle to help you,” you continue. “I will not go after you to California and I mean that, so don’t be expectin’ anyone to surprise you. If you do this. You do this alone.”

Tears well in Ellie’s eyes and she backs up and nods slowly comprehension. Your heart tears in two, but you mean every word and not only because you’re pregnant, but because you are choosing to be selfish. You’re moving on and you don’t want to die.

“I’m not stopping you,” you add with a quiver in your voice. “If you want to leave, leave, but just tell me this. Is that what he would want?”

Ellie swallows thickly and stands still for a moment before she nods stiffly. “It’s what he deserves…don’t worry though. I don’t need you. I didn’t have you before. I can do just fine without you now.”

Tears slip out of your eyes and you whisper. “There will always be a place in my house for you, so after your revenge has come to an end and you make your way back home…I’ll be here.”

Ellie scoffs and shoves past you to stomp over to her backpack by the entrance. You follow her to the door and tell her one last thing. “I love you, Ellie. Remember that.”

Ellie doesn’t stop, she puts on her backpack and storms away, leaving you stranded at the entrance of your house with tears streaming down your face and a broken heart.

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*LATER*

“Okay, he also suggested Orpheus,” Apollo shares as he has his ear pressed against your belly. “He was supposedly a legendary musician and poet who could charm both humans and animals with his music.”

You scoff softly and shake your head. “I am not naming my son Orpheus. It’s too complicated. They’ll laugh at him.”

“Yeah, okay then what about Phoebus? Which means bright or pure and it's a name used to refer to the god Apollo.”

You smile faintly and nod. “That’s a lot better,” you whisper in such a breathless way that it catches Apollo’s attention and makes him change the subject.

“I’m sure Ellie will make it.”

You nod. “That’s what I’m hoping for, but I just don’t get why she had to leave. I should be asking why she can’t move on, but I know grief just like I know how it feels like to be abandoned…And even so, seeing her leave hurt just as much as it did when my dad left…” you trail off and Apollo sits up and looks at you with a tender and apologetic look.

“You tried,” Apollo offers consolation. “That’s the best thing you could do. You can’t help her if she doesn’t want to be helped,” he says and cups your cheek to caress your face before he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“She’ll come back. He did,” he assures you, making you smile and nod in comprehension before you touch your belly and add to the grim conversation.

“I’ll have to tell my uncle about Ellie leaving. He’ll probably be upset, but what can he do? He’ll get himself killed with his injured leg slowing him down.”

Apollo nods. “He’ll have to understand this is something Ellie has to do alone,” he says which gets you quite annoyed, but he���s also right.

Nevertheless, a knock raps on the door and Apollo is quick to go answer it, leaving you to be consumed by thoughts of Ellie. There’s no last-minute debate about going, you’re just worried about her life.

Are you doomed to repeat the past and now worry about her just like you worried about your dad?

It seems so…

Alas, you don’t get to worry for too long because the sight of your uncle Tommy trailing behind Dina with her son JJ, surprises you.

“Dina?” You ask with a faint smile as you get off the couch. “Uncle Tommy?”

Said man offers you a strained smile and Dina gives you a tightlipped smile before she approaches you to greet you with a brief embrace before she grabs your arm and grins as she pulls back to look down at your belly hidden behind your baggy sweater.

“How far along?” She asks with a small glint in her eyes.

“5 months,” you let her know. “We were gonna tell ya, I swear. We were just waitin’ for it to reach five months.”

Dina chuckles. “You’re good. I should’ve noticed.”

You shrug. “You’re a busy mom. Maybe next time.” You say and wink at her before you take her baby from her arms to greet him too.

“Hello, little cowboy. You’re gettin’ so big, and lookin’ so much like your dad,” you tell the baby who has no idea what you’re saying. He just enjoys being carried.

“Tea? Cookies?” Apollo offers your guests as they remain standing up. “A seat? I’m sorry we don’t have anything ready.”

“It’s okay,” Dina assures him. “I don’t want anything.”

Your uncle nods after her and adds on. “Yeah, I’m okay too. I'm sorry we dropped in on ya at night. I just needed to come and tell yall somethin’.”

“And I was just visiting him so we came together,” Dina continues after your uncle, letting you immediately assume what this is about.

“Okay,” you roll out and take a seat with JJ in your arms. “Sit then. Please.”

Apollo returns to his spot next to you while both of your guests take a seat across from you, bringing a thick tension into the room. One that neither of them dares to break right away, so you cross that threshold with your assumption.

“Is this about Ellie?”

Dina drops her gaze and your uncle Tommy looks at you slightly surprised.

“She came before breakfast,” you share and make your uncle confused. “Is this what this is about?”

Dina nods and her voice breaks. “Yes. She left at dawn.”

You sigh deeply and your uncle interjects. “She came and you didn’t tell me?” He directs at you, making you rebuttal swiftly.

“Yes. I didn't tell you because you would've just done something stupid and you can't afford doing something stupid. Not with your leg being the way it is.”

Your uncle is caught by surprise, but he can’t deny that you're right so he just nods stiffly as he takes that jab.

“Besides, I didn't want you to go,” you say bluntly. “I couldn't stop her, but I could stop you.”

Your uncle holds your gaze with soft disbelief and you continue trying to explain the reason behind your secrecy.

“We almost lost our lives last time. I don’t want to go through that again and risk losing you. It’s selfish but I’ve lost too much. Besides, Benji and Maria don’t deserve that either. If Ellie wants to take this trip…she has to do it alone. We can’t help her anymore.”

Your uncle draws out a deep breath and adds quietly, “But he would still fight for her. We have to do the same.”

Your breathing staggers but you don’t hesitate. “No. Not this time. Not us. Not anymore. This is her fight. Not ours.”

Your uncle gulps but doesn’t say anything in return. He doesn’t get up abruptly. He just sits there thinking, so you move on and part your lips to offer Dina some consolation and advice, but she interjects first.

“I get that you don’t want to risk your lives for Abby. I don’t either, but you have to try and get her back,” she commands. “She’ll listen to you. Please go get her back,” Dina pleads with her eyes glossy and her fierce command faltering.

“You’re pregnant,” she adds. “But he can go. He has to.”

You swallow thickly and you unshamefully shake your head. “I’m sorry, Dina, but no. My uncle has a hard time walkin’ and I only have one working eye. We went after her to Seattle, but this is one of those trips that we have to be selfish about, remember?”

Dina looks at you and your uncle distraught and in disbelief and as much as she wants to forget what you told her last year. Those words have stuck to her and it’s what kept her from going with Ellie. It’s what keeps her from fighting back.

“I know how you must feel,” you offer her words of comfort. “And I just want to say you did nothing wrong. She still loves you, I know that, and I know that it’s not easy knowing she left, but we can’t help them if they don’t want to be helped. We have to let time mend her broken heart. She’ll find herself again.”

Your uncle nods in agreement and pats her arm as she starts to cry.

“Why don’t you and JJ stay,” Apollo offers the crying girl. “It’s already dark and it’ll do you good to be surrounded by people instead of being all alone so far away.”

With the hope that you’d offer just that, Dina accepts your husband's offer. “Okay,” she mutters. “Thank you.”

You offer her a faint and pitiful smile before you catch your uncle standing from his chair.

“Ima head home now, okay? Goodnight Dina. Goodnight Apollo.” He offers them his goodbye, making you hand the baby to Apollo to be able to see your uncle out.

“I am sorry for not telling you that she came,” you tell him as you walk with him to the door. “And making that decision for you, but we both know when it’s not something is not worth our lives. I gave her a choice and she made it. We have to wait now for her to come back.”

Your uncle keeps his head down before he confesses to you. “Maria and Benji said that the next time I left, it had to be with them and as much as I want my son to be exposed to the world, you suffered so much on the road. I want him to know better…besides, had she come to me, I wouldn't have wanted you to go either.”

You scoff and quip. “What a pair huh?”

You stop by the door and before he opens it he looks back. “She’ll be okay. He was, and everything she knows about survivin’ comes from him, so be assured that she will make it back.”

You look at him feeling reassured and nod in comprehension as if his words were a guarantee.

“You and little Jolene have a good night now,” he says sweetly as he leans in to caress your belly and then press a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight Uncle Tommy,” you say back and give his cheek a little peck before you caress his cheek and then pull away.

Your uncle proceeds to open the front door and before he walks out, he adds some last words of comfort. “She’ll be okay. She’s a survivor.”

You draw in a deep breath and nod along. “Yeah. She is,” You agree and watch him walk out before you close the door behind him and stay by the door to whisper to yourself about the same matter.

“She’s a survivor,” you repeat to yourself and leave it at that. There’s no changing your mind. There’s no crying and asking yourself why.

You won’t ever stop worrying, but you have faith she’ll survive just like your dad did, so you make your peace with that faith.

——

*15 YEARS LATER*

Life is beautiful. There are dark times, hard losses, and horror, but if you had given in to your darkest desires and ended your life 16 years ago, you wouldn’t be where you are.

As terrifying as the cordyceps get as they mutate year after year, and little by little, life and the human race are stronger than that. If you had ended your life you wouldn’t live to see Jackson Hole get rid of its walls and trade with settlements nearby, other cities, and even states as you’ve only gained more knowledge on how to kill the infected and gained more control over them instead of living in fear under their reign.

You also definitely wouldn’t have gotten to build your family more beautiful than it was those years ago.

Had someone asked you how you saw your life, you wouldn’t have pictured the life you’re living now because you didn’t picture a thing besides your dad’s embrace and your sister's presence and your need to be amongst them, but now that you’re living your life, you can’t help but count your blessings when you remember those dark times. Every single one of them that you were gifted over the long years of your life.

You know your dad would have loved every aspect of your life and that’s what keeps you trying to make it much more beautiful.

“Okay ready…slow and easy,” you coo before you display a neat trick on horseback. “Just like that. Now you try.”

There, under the evening sun, your 15-year-old daughter graces you with a beaming grin that can warm anyone like a thousand suns.

Your uncle Tommy says whereas your smile can brighten someone's day or an entire dark room, your daughter's smile can warm anyone’s heart, and it couldn’t be more true.

“Like that?” Your daughter asks for reassurance after she attempted to mirror your actions.

“A little sloppy but you got the hang of it,” you praise her as you lean back on your horse. “That’s why…”

“We practice,” she continues for you, making you nod slowly in agreement.

“Well, I will say you’re a much better teacher than Daddy is,” she says, making you smirk smugly.

“Oh, I know.” You giggle. “Poor soul tries his best, but that’s why he’s not the one teachin’ anything.”

Your daughter giggles. “He's good at leading a town, but not teaching. I mean he speaks in technical terms. And I just—None of us get it.” She says and laughs, making you laugh along with her.

“I saw the picture examples,” you bring up, making her laugh harder. “They were very good pictures.”

“I think the best thing is when he does the sound effects,” she adds.

“Yes! Yes!” You exclaim and clap. “He’s like you just gotta ‘fwosh!’ So I gotta give him props for being funny.”

Your daughter smiles brighter and just as she turns away her smile slowly falls and her eyes squint on something behind you.

You peer over your shoulder and in a cloud of dust comes the man you’re talking about as if you summoned him.

“Oh no, he musta heard,” your daughter says and turns her horse to try and stop laughing while you turn to face Apollo with your hand over your eyes to watch him get closer until he finally reaches you and your daughter.

“Hey,” you greet happily.

“Hey,” he says back with a cheeky smile that hides something, but before you can probe about what it is or why he came to you, his attention drifts to your daughter.

“Why are you laughing over there?” He queries, making you smirk down at your reins before you look back at him and brush it off for her.

“We were just gossiping about girl stuff.”

Apollo seems skeptical but he lets it go, letting you press him next. “What brought you over here? Where’s Teddy?”

Apollo sighs and smiles softly at his hands before he meets your gaze. “Tommy is here,” he says, causing a smile to slowly tug on your face.

“Really? Why didn’t he come then? We’re still not done here.”

“He’s brought a visitor,” Apollo continues to share, piquing your curiosity.

“Oh?” You mouth and try to get an answer from Apollo, but you can’t figure out anything out from his smile alone. You just see how incredibly sexy he looks in the evening sun.

Maybe you’re just biased but he’s only gotten sexier the older he gets. He knows that and you’re always proud to tell him.

“Who is it?” Your daughter probes for you, but Apollo doesn’t even give his daughter a hint. He just points back toward the direction your house is in.

“We have to go back to see.” He teases, making you scoff.

“Alright, I’ll bite,” you say and tighten your grip around your reins. “Let’s go then.”

Before Apollo can turn his horse to follow you back home, he addresses his daughter. “Why don’t you finish bringing the animals in? Catch up after.”

“Really?” She asks with enthusiasm as she’s given a taste of independence.

Apollo nods. “You have your gun?” He asks her and she immediately nods so he adds on. “Is it loaded?”

“Yes, Daddy it is,” she assures him quickly so he can hurry and leave with you.

“Remember—”

“Yeah,” she cuts him off. “Leave the animals and go back home if I see anything, but I’ll be fine. We haven’t been alerted of any sightings.”

Apollo scoffs with a small smile decorating his lips. “Alright, alright.”

“Here,” you interject now and take your walkie off your belt loop to throw it at her, making her catch it.

“Just in case,” you add, making her nod rapidly.

After that, with that last piece of reassurance, Apollo finally moves out of his spot and has his horse turn to face the way home.

“And tell Theo not to come! I can do it on my own!” Your daughter lets you both know, making Apollo offer her a comprehensive thumbs up before you head home.

About halfway into your trip back home though, you begin to tease your husband. “Is this just an excuse to steal me away?”

Apollo glances at you and smirks. “I wish it was the case,” he says. “But no. Not this time. Besides, Teddy has also chastised me for leaving him all the work to pursue you.”

You chuckle. “Ah yes, he’s strict. I think he takes after Maria. I get to work with the easier of the two. She’s a lot more flexible and turns a blind eye.”

“We’ll have to trade partners then,” Apollo jokes, making you giggle before you fall back to thinking about what he’s keeping from you.

“So who is it?” You ask. “Is it…Benji? It’s been a while since we’ve seen him.”

Apollo shakes his head and stays being cheeky. “Nope, just wait.”

“Pft. Boo.” You quip and don’t bother wasting your breath asking him to give his surprise away because he won’t break. He likes the rush of seeing you surprised and telling you would only ruin it, or so he says.

Either way, you get nothing from him so you ride on completely clueless and curious. You have half the mind to race him there but you’re also nervous to know so you just keep at a steady pace since he doesn’t seem to be in a rush.

Maybe it’s Dina?

It wouldn’t be much of a surprise considering you see her and JJ often, but it would be nice.

Maybe it’s a present for you?! You’d like that.

Or maybe…well who the fuck knows.

All you do know is that the closer you get home, the more nervous you get. To the point your whole body is tense and you feel like throwing up. When you reach home you grip onto your reins so hard your nails begin to dig into your palms and your heart beats so fast your ribs hurt.

You almost try to leave to rejoin your daughter, but you stay on track and eventually round the corner, seeing her there on your driveway on top of a horse.

You can’t believe it. Your eyes must be deceiving you.

It must be a hallucination…

But it’s not, it’s really her. It’s Ellie.

It’s been so long that you don’t know whether to run up to her or gawk.

She…looks older. Her hair is longer of course. She dons light wrinkles, of course, but it doesn’t make her look old at all.

She also didn’t get taller of course, and she’s still petite.

“Surprise,” Apollo breaks you from your stupor, making you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before you look at him with a slow-building grin.

“It's Ellie,” he finally reveals teasingly and you just giggle nervously before you look back at Ellie and get off your horse to continue staring. One, because she’s getting off her own horse, and two, because you can’t believe it.

You’ve dreamt of seeing her so many times, but you always pictured the same girl you saw 15 years ago. You clung onto that last image that when you look at her now, 15 years feels like you’ve lived a century without her. It’s like when you saw your dad again after years. You can’t…process what you’re seeing, or who you’re seeing, you just know that you run up to her and grab her shoulders to study her from up close.

Even then, you still can't believe it.

“Hey,” she says in a voice that almost sounds the same, but after 15 years, her voice also gives away her age.

“It's me,” you whisper and continue to share your name, making her scoff in amusement before she nods.

“Yeah, I know,” she says and you laugh nervously again before you can’t help yourself and throw your arms around for an embrace.

“Ellie,” you whisper softly. “It's been so long,” you trail off and can’t help but cry softly before you look over at your aged uncle and catch the tender and loving smile on his face that makes him look like he just achieved a lifelong dream.

“I’m sorry,” she says back as she stands in your embrace with her hands at her sides.

It’s only when you start to pull away that she hugs you back and keeps you against her for a while longer.

Nothing is said between each other this time. You just bask in the moment and let your minds comprehend that the image you had of each other has changed.

To Ellie, you’ve aged gracefully. She’s seen people the same age as you and they look ten years older than they are because of the environment you live in, but you don’t seem to have been touched by any of it. You look good. Happy and full of life with the only painful reminder of a hard life being the light scar below your cloudy blind eye. A wound that stayed with you permanently because of her.

Albeit unlike 15 years ago, this time she can finally look at it without guilt or shame. That's why Ellie looks you in the eyes when you pull back and offers you the same, awkward small smile.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you break the silence, making her breath hitch.

You then raise your hands but have your hands hover over her cheeks as you study her from up close. “You’re old you old fuck,” you tease and finally make a grin spread on her lips.

“Right back at you, and you, Apollo,” she jabs at your husband, making him gasp and touch his chest with disbelief.

You giggle and then glance at your Theo and immediately grow ecstatic. “Ellie!” You exclaim and go over to Theo to grab his arm and pull him toward Ellie. “You remember Teddy don’t you?”

Ellie nods with a smile. “Yeah, Tommy introduced us while we were waiting for you.”

You grin and proudly pat your son's shoulders. “You say hi?”

Theo scoffs. “‘Course.”

“Good. She used to take care of you when you were a baby,” you remind him, making Ellie interject with a sly smile.

“Tommy covered all that and Teddy already laid it on me. Just like Maria did,” she shares making you pass your son a scolding look.

“It’s okay,” Ellie defends him. “I deserved it and he was not as harsh as Maria was.”

You sigh and smack him gently. “Still. He shouldn’t have done it.”

Theo raises his hands and offers Ellie a cheeky smile. “Sorry. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” she says and studies Theo for a moment before she looks over at Apollo and smiles wider. “He looks like you. You just have Miller eyes,” she directs back at your son.

“Observant,” he quips and flashes her a warmer smile and becomes nicer. “You’re staying, right? I have some things I need to finish, but I’ll you see later?”

Ellie looks to you and you answer for her. “She’s stayin’ so go on and finish your chores.”

Theo gives Ellie one last smile before he turns away and wraps his arm around your uncle. “Come on old man. Help me with what I’m doing.”

Both men leave and Apollo lingers behind to address Ellie. “It’s nice seeing you, Ellie. You’ve been missed,” he says with a smile before he looks at you. “I’ll let you have a moment to yourselves. Hollar if you need anything. I’ll be inside.”

“Okay, thank you darlin’,” you say and wave at him, earning a wave back and a small air kiss before he walks off and leaves you and Ellie truly alone.

“It’s nice to see you and Apollo are still together,” Ellie says, making you turn to face her again. “I had no doubt about it, but it’s still nice seeing you working together just as before.”

“Well,” you add. “We’ve had our obstacles but yeah, we’re still going strong. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.”

Ellie nods in comprehension so you probe. “You, do you have a partner?”

“Yeah…I do,” she shares, piquing your interest. “We have not gone as long as you and Apollo, but yeah she’s special. She stayed in town to let me have a moment with you.”

“Good,” you tell her proudly. “I’m glad. I was worried that you wouldn’t find someone else after Dina.”

Ellie’s eyebrows furrow and she sighs deeply before she parts her lips. “Well it was hard for a while, but it was not just because of her. For a while, I thought it was, but it was actually just me. My trauma.”

You hum and immediately query with concern. “But you’re happy now?”

Ellie holds your gaze and nods without hesitation. “I am. With time I learned how to be happy again. I wasn’t before. I-I realized that. I was faking so much, but after…after all of it, with time, I,” she pauses and takes a deep breath. “I hurt less and less until the pain was a memory and I could look back at my time with Joel and smile.” She says with tears welled in her eyes.

You nod in comprehension and close the gap again to grab her shoulder with a faint smile. “That’s all I wanted for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t see it. I’m sorry we couldn’t heal together.”

“You tried,” she assures you. “But I was too far gone that I couldn’t truly accept it.”

You look deep into her eyes and laugh softly. “Well look at you, sounding all wise.”

Ellie rolls her eyes but can’t help her smirk. “Yeah well, it’s been 15 years.”

You agree with a click of your tongue before you step back and point at your house. “Wanna head inside? I’ll give you a tour and maybe then you can show me if you still have those guitar skills of yours. I have a nice fire pit in the back. It’s really pretty at this time of day.”

“Yeah.” Ellie nods as she puts her hands on her hips just like she would before. “Sure.”

You smile teasingly before you lead the way inside, showing her every room on the first floor and telling her when you moved, and memories you recall of when you were restoring your house with your family. Eventually, you make it upstairs and she sees the pictures that were at your dad's house all those years ago hanging from your wall now accompanying new ones.

One picture in particular catches her eye because she sees your daughter. The same one Tommy had told her about on the rare occasions they talked.

“You have…a daughter?” Ellie asks as you lead her to the last room just down the hall.

“Yeah,” you let her know with a proud smile. “She’s fifteen. She should be home soon, we were roundin’ up the animals when you got here so she stayed to finish the job. She was eager to do it alone.”

“I remember fifteen," she muses. “I would beg Joel to let me go out on patrol or at least let me go shooting by myself.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, my dad was overly protective. It was a recipe for disaster. That’s why I trust my kids to be able to handle all that. We can’t change our world and I'd doom them if I shielded them.”

Ellie hums. “That's why I turned to you and Tommy to rebel. It’s good your kids don’t have to do that.”

“Tell me about it,” you throw over your shoulder before you open the door to the last room and welcome her to a room that holds the stuff that she left behind in the farmhouse that she once shared with Dina and JJ. And it's all like she remembers it, albeit none of her stuff is old and crumbling. They show signs that they’ve been preserved. Every single thing.

“I meant it,” you mutter as you linger by the door as Ellie makes her way into the warm and bright room—“you’ll always have a place in my house. I love you.”

Ellie stops by the guitar your dad hand-made for her 15th birthday and strums the strings with her fingers, noticing that it’s in perfect tune.

“I guess that answers why this shit is all here,” she mutters as she remains in front of the guitar.

You make your way in and stop when your shadow is cast over her. “I’m sorry I let fifteen years pass. At first, I was hurt that you left. I have my pride and you wounded it by reminding me about the pain I felt when my dad left.”

Ellie hears your shaky words and stands up to face you with her face already expressing shame.

“Because it did hurt,” you confess. “Seeing you leave, but I should have reached out after it passed. Instead, I let you have too much time just like I did with my dad hoping that would please you. I’m sorry.”

Ellie swallows thickly and slowly grabs your hand to assure you. “I’m sorry too. I was too stubborn and ashamed to come back.”

You shake your head and probe. “Ashamed? Why? You didn’t do anything.”

“No I did,” she argues. “I let Abby go. For a long time, I was ashamed to face you knowing I let her go. I left everything behind to go kill her, but I let her go and I couldn’t face anyone knowing that.”

You wrap your hand around hers and offer her a sweet smile. “You did the right thing. Do you know that now?”

Ellie nods, making you smile softly before you continue about something else. “I think we could go on and on about all the things we’re sorry for, so I just want you to know that I want you to still be part of my family. I still love you just as much as I did fifteen years ago.”

Ellie drops her gaze and sniffles before she faces you with her eyes gleaming with tears. “I would like that,” her voice quivers. “I…love you too.”

You smile at her again and then give her a quick embrace before you go and pick up her guitar to hand it to her. “Show me how good you’ve gotten.”

Ellie grabs the guitar and follows you out of the room, but when you reach your guitar in your second living room she speaks up about what she’s been hiding from you. “I can’t play.”

“What?” You retort and look back, catching her showing off her hand that’s missing two fingers. “Oh,” you gasp. “Well with that attitude you’ll sour the mood. Do you know how to play with the other hand?”

She shakes her head so you quip. “Well, there’s your solution.”

Ellie scoffs with a teasing smile and holds the guitar close to her. She’s about to say something else, but then someone comes into the house and approaches the second living room. Expecting Apollo to walk in, Ellie is surprised when she sees your daughter walking in.

“Mama,” your daughter announces her presence, making you beam at her before you rush to her side to grab her shoulders in the same way you grabbed Theo.

“Ellie, this is my daughter, Jolene. Jo-jo, this is Ellie,” you introduce them, making Jolene immediately greet Ellie with a sweet smile as she also extends her hand.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Ellie shakes Jolene’s hand and smiles at her with slight awe. “You,” she interjects and pauses as if her breath was stolen. “You look just like him.”

Jolene smiles brightly at you before she offers that same smile to Ellie.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie tells your daughter as she stands back. “You just really reminded me of him. Your grandpa.”

“I wish I could’ve met him,” Jolene says. “Everyone speaks so highly of him.”

“Trust me, he would’ve loved to meet you too. He did not mess about Teddy. He would’ve loved you just as much,” Ellie muses as if trying to summon him here.

“That’s good to hear.”

Ellie hums in response and then offers Jolene her guitar. “Do you play?”

Jolene shakes her head. “No, I’m not good at it, you see. Teddy is the musician. Not me. My Mama plays though. She’s good. I like to hear her play.”

“Me too,” Ellie says with a smile whilst Jolene turns to face you with a grin.

“Will you play Mama? I’m done with chores and Daddy says he doesn’t need help in the kitchen.”

“Oh, darlin’ I'm way ahead of you. Come on,” you urge and grab this guitar before you lead the group outside around the fire pit that’s in the middle of your well-cared-for yard decorated by all different kinds of flowers. All of which are precious to you. You make that known before you light the fire pit and start to play.

And just like you said, the backyard is beautiful in the evening as the sun is setting over the horizon, and the fireflies dance along the yard looking like little stars have fallen from the sky to enjoy your music.

Eventually, your son joins you around the fire, and with him comes Maria, and Ellie’s partner after Tommy and Teddy went to pick them up in town.

“Has your ‘Mama’,” Ellie mocks what the kids call you. “Told you who you’re named after?” Ellie asks Theo, making said boy roll his eyes and grumbles.

“Yes. It’s embarrassing.”

Ellie snorts and chuckles while Maria jumps in your defense. “I think it’s cute.”

“Who is he named after?” Ellie's partner asks.

“A character from the book Little Women,” you share proudly. “It’s my favorite book so I named him after a male character from it.”

“Ah. That is cute,” she backs you up which only makes you smile wider.

“Dinners ready!” Apollo announces as he and your uncle finish putting things down on a long table they placed outside. “Come eat!”

Everyone around the fire pit gets up to head to the long table and as Ellie starts to walk away, your daughter Jolene falls by her side.

“You’re staying for dinner right?” She asks her, making Ellie glance at her and be taken back a little by her similarities to your dad.

“Yeah, I am. You and your brother asked the same thing, you know?”

“Well, yeah, we’ve been wanting to meet you,” Jolene tells her sweetly before she catches up to said brother to sit beside him around the table.

“You told the kids about me?” Ellie asks you, so you take your turn to smile sweetly at her.

“‘Course. Almost every day. Just like how I talk to them about Sarah and my dad.”

You smile at her one more time before you part ways to sit at the end of the table next to Apollo and your kids while Ellie takes a seat at the side of the table with her partner, and your uncle and Maria sit on the other end, filling all the chairs that had been put around the table.

There are some people missing from the table. A couple of them won’t ever make it, but you know that one day you will be able to sit with them again.

As for now though, you’re not deprived of a thing. You smile and laugh with your Uncle, Maria, and your kids, Theo and Jolene. You share flirty and affectionate looks with your husband Apollo, and share and listen to stories that Ellie tells or that you and her share, making the moment a happy one. A memorable one, and a dream that you’ve finally got to make true.

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A/N- I'm sorry it had come to an end, but there was no point in waiting. With that said, thank you, thank you for all the love you give this story and have given it. Thank you to those who came back and those who started following it this year! I truly appreciate every single one of you. Thank you <3

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[beryllineart]

You ever have one of those things that you are usually good at, but there's this one specific part you aren't and that really grates on your nerves? I guess one common example would be being good at drawing humans but having trouble with the hands. Something like that, but more personal and specific.

I have had a lot of those things that I just can't get right no matter how hard I try, but I want to talk specifically about anthropomorphizing mice. It took me months to learn how to draw mice in a way where walking both on two legs and on four seemed natural. I watched The Rescuers and the Rats of Nimh so many times, pausing so I could sketch the mice in different poses. I looked up pictures of real mice and studied their skeletal structures. It took long enough that I started to consider this specific aspect of art my personal nemesis.

Until one day it clicked, and I found a way to anthropomorphize mice that actually looked like a mouse, not a human with a mouse head (I'm looking at you, Great Mouse Detective). Then drawing comics became my nemesis (specifically the panels, I suck at sequential visual storytelling) until one day that clicked too.

And this is my very roundabout way of saying my current nemesis is celtic/medieval sounding music, and if I ever post a piece of music that goes in that category that means I have won a war.

[000-dotz]

&team nsfw thoughts (based on birth chart observations) mdni.

headcanons | wc:

(!) please keep in mind that these are all assumptions made from a combination of research and my own personal knowledge of astrology! these are just general thoughts from their placements, but i may go more in depth in the future <3

kei ˚.♩ ᵎ

› kei has a knack for paying attention to every single thing during sex; every twitch of your body, every face you make, every sound that escapes your lips. he watches you like a hawk, silently taking in what makes you tick, where you’re the most sensitive, what you like and don’t like. he’s very intuitive and can sense what you need before you even know it yourself

› speaking of sounds, he loves when you’re loud in bed. he’ll quietly encourage you to let all of those sounds out, moving your hand away from your mouth so you can be a little bit louder for him. smiles at you when he angles himself just right and you whimper, reaching to hold onto any part of him you can reach

› kei is a giver. he lives to cater to your needs and take care of you. if you want to ride his face, he’s already laying down, reaching to position your thighs around his head. if you need him to be rough, he has no qualms with manhandling you, wrapping a hand around your throat as he slams into you from behind, whispering the dirtiest words in your ear. and if you want something soft and passionate, he’ll fuck you in missionary, chest to chest, his lips locked onto yours as he moans in between breaths, showering you in praise and love <3

› he takes the pretties nudes ever. always gets the lighting perfect with the best angle of his body. the pictures cut off right above his lips, shiny with his own saliva, his skin softly illuminated by a warm lamp, his hard cock resting on his stomach <3

› amazing with aftercare, like he will never halfass it. he wants to make you feel like the most important person in the world. lights a candle, runs a bath for you both and delicately helps you wash up, pressing kisses to your shoulders and neck. he’ll make sure you eat afterward too, so he’ll cook you something while you sit on the counter and watch him (and he’ll definitely end up between your legs to kiss you again because you just look so pretty) <3 and then he’ll hold you tight in his arms in bed with your legs tangled together under the sheets, humming you to sleep

› he would be into mutual masturbation and quickies!

fuma ˚. ♯ ᵎ

› fuma is very doting in bed. he consistantly checks in on you, placing his hand on your cheek to kiss you and whisper "feels good?" <3 smiles down at you when you struggle to find words, laces his fingers with yours, and fucks you even harder

› he gets really turned on by anything that involves your voice; when you whisper things in his ear, tease him, flirt with him, and phone sex. he loves being able to tell that you're touching yourself by how breathy your voice sounds and he'll touch himself to your voice as well, talking you through your orgasm before spilling into his own hand

› your mouth is his favorite body part on you. when your lips are stretched around his dick, his precum smeared across them... likes when you messily kiss him afterward before trailing the kisses down his neck <3 he's entranced when you put on chapstick or lipgloss in the mirror and you'll have to reapply it 100 times a day because he always kisses it off of you. he also has a tendency to watch your mouth while you talk

› getting you all shy and flustered turns him on so much. loves showering you in compliments until you can't meet his eyes, hiding your face behind your hands. he'll be eating you out and then mumble "you taste amazing" just to see you squirm

› he's always down to try out new things with you, and he encourages you to tell him about things you're interested in. he has no problem passing over control if you want to be more dominant one night, or if you want to be tied up and overstimmed until you're crying. he's pretty open, but you have to tell him what you want first!

› fuma can be very lighthearted in bed so don't be afraid to laugh or take breaks to just talk and catch your breath. things rarely ever get too serious (unless you want it to be!)

nicholas ˚. 𝄫 ᵎ

› nicho has really intense stamina. he likes to go for multiple rounds, make you cum multiple times, and he would spend the entire day in bed with you if he could. you just turn him on so easily, he can keep going as long as you are there

› boob guy, no matter the size. likes to kiss and mark you around your chest, pinch and suck your nipples. he'll might just put his head under your shirt and just mouth at your boobs to relax sometimes. he loves positions where your chest is eye level with him <3

› on the topic of positions, he also loves any position where he can see your face. he's huge on eye contact and that emotional intensity during sex, so he loves to watch your face and fuck you while kissing you as you moan into his mouth. he also likes to bury his head in your neck and mark you up or just rest his lips against your skin

› nicho is a switch, but in either position, he needs to feel needed and wrapped in your love. if he's subbing, he likes when you shower him with praise and compliment his body. if he's domming, he likes to take care of you, giving you all of his attention and care. says things like "my baby", "so pretty", "you're doing so good for me", "just a little more, okay?"

› he lets out a lot of his emotions during sex, so if he's particularly stressed or pent up, he can be pretty rough during sex. slapping your ass, tangling his hand in your hair, pressing your body into the mattress as he fucks you hard and deep. he'd also be really loud, unable to control the sounds leaving his lips because he's so lost in the feeling

› also!!! he likes make up sex, edging, and dacryphilia <3

euijoo ˚. ♫ ᵎ

› he has such a thing for tummies <3 he likes to kiss and mark up your stomach, place his hand over your stomach when he's fucking you, or nuzzle his face into your stomach when his head rests in your lap

› cockwarming with juju is so relaxing, and it's his favorite thing to do when you have some alone time. just feeling your warmth around him as he holds you in his lap, surrounded by your scent. he could fall asleep nestled inside of you if you let him.

› sub-leaning switch juju! nothing gets him more riled up than you telling him what to do, guiding him, praising him for how well he pleases you... loves when you talk him through his orgasms or shut up him by grabbing his chin to slam your lips together

› morning sex!!! juju is a fan of anything romantic, especially because it takes him a while to really let his guard down around his partner. it's something about how he's so pliant in the morning, and how you treat him so gently as you whisper into his ear. he cums so fast while he's half-asleep, his moans quiet and soft as he holds on to you <3

› most of the time, he turns to sex to destress, so he really lets his walls down around you. he may be a little high-strung during the day, but as soon as he's in bed with you, he lets everything go. he can get a little mentally floaty, completely lost in the feeling of you riding him and only incoherent words will leave his lips... his brain turns off during sex becuse he knows that after he takes care of everyone else all day, you're there to take care of him

› he secretly (not-so-secretly) wants to try out sex toys with you, giving and reciving. vibrators, dildos, cock rings, and stuff like that

yuma ˚. ø ᵎ

› yuma is a dom-leaning switch, but when he's subbing, he's such a brat. he's all hard on the outside, but soft on the inside so he'll say things that he knows will rile you up because it's fun to him, but as soon as you push him up against the wall with your leg between his, he turns obedient as ever

› the quickest way to turn him on is to worship his body. usually, he hates receiving too many compliments because he never knows how to respond, but when you're licking his nipples and kissing the beauty marks on his waist as you tell him how pretty he is... he's a goner

› his favorite passtime is making out with you. he likes to have you underneath him with his body between your spread legs, his mouth heavy and hot on yours. nips at your bottom lip and slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, swallowing up all of your moans. you can feel how hard he is when he's pressed up against your core, subtly grinding down against you as his arms cage you in <3

› he has a thing for positions where you're doing the work. loves when you ride him, or if he's fucking you from behind, he'll tell you to work for it, watching you through a daze as you fuck yourself on his cock

› likes to choke you and be choked. he finds you so cute when he wraps his hand around your neck to pull you in for a kiss... he smiles against your lips when you whimper, your hand reaching up to grab onto his arm... and he loves it even more when you wrap your hand around his neck while you ride him, his entire body completely at your mercy, your fingers hot against his skin

› can cum in his pants from you kissing his neck alone. his moans get really breathy and high when you palm his through his pants as you lick and bite at his neck <3

jo ˚. ♪ ᵎ

› loyal sub. he will do anything you tell him to as soon as you tell him to. his only goal is to make you happy and he glows when you tell him that you're proud of him. loves head pats, being rewarded with kisses, and praise praise praise!

› jo has so much sex appeal, but he's not aware of it at all. he could wear a tight fitting shirt one day and would be confused (and incredibly turned on) when you say you want to fuck him in it </3

› being the center of your attention is everything to him. he gets so squirmy when you compliment his looks, licking the base of his cock as you hold eye contact, running your nails over his thighs... he likes feeling swallowed up by your gaze because even though he's so big, you manage to make him feel so small

› his hands shake a lot when he feels too good, so he likes when you move his hands from your waist to interlace your fingers, squeezing them reassuringly before guiding them to your boobs. he watches you in awe when you're on top, completely enamoured with how well you take his cock <3

› jo loves being in between your legs. likes to just mindlessly eat you out, humming against your folds when you tug at his hair. kisses and sucks on your clit untilyour legs are shaking and his chin is dripping with your release <3 his face and ears get so flushed too, especially when you wrap your legs around his head and make it harder for him to breathe

› he'll cum so fast if you drag your nails down his back. he's super sensitive around his spine, especially the base of his spin and his neck, so feeling the dull pain of your nails digging into his skin there is enough to push him over the edge <3

harua ˚. ♮ ᵎ

› with harua, foreplay is essential. making out while his hands explore every part of your body, moaning into your mouth when your fingers brush over his neck and waist... he gets so turned on by the fact that you are touching him everywhere except where he needs you most, and he'll subtly try to rut against your thigh when he gets too needy

› harua loves, loves, loves your legs. he kind of loses it when you wear shorts or skirts! places his hand on your thigh and brushes his fingers over your skin mindlessly if you're sitting next to him... loves trailing kisses down your legs, nipping at your inner thigh before kissing you over your panties before innocently smiling up at you <3

› harua can get a little jealous at times, so he gets really turned on when you claim him and show him off. introducing him to everyone as your boyfriend, your baby, just yours... he'll drop to his knees as soon as you tell him to

› when harua is close, he has no filter at all. compliments and repeated words tumble out of his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as he says he's close and that you feel so good... definitely one to suddenly confess his love for you as he cums

› he needs a deep, emotional connection with his partner in order to be intimate with them, and with that comes clingy harua. he needs to have a hand on you during sex at all times, whether it be with his arms wrapped around you, a hand on your waist or the nape of your neck... he just needs you close to him

› if he's feeling overwhelmed, he cries easily during sex. especially when you're handling him so lovingly, praising him, telling him how much you love him as you stroke his cock <3 he can't hold back his tears because he just loves you so much

taki ˚. ♬ᵎ

› taki loves to be the one to take your clothes off. he wants to kneel down to take off your shoes before kissing up your legs, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. he likes to worship your body, slowly lifting up your shirt as he kisses each span of revealed skin <3

› he's very experimental and he'll try anything you want at least once. he's not really scared of anything if it involves pleasing you. if you want him to wear a collar, he'll happily sit in between your legs as you clip it on him. or if you want to use a vibrator on him until he's shaking, he'll cum as many times as you want

› taki has a lot of versitality when it comes to sex. he can be really enthusiatic sometimes, fucking your mouth with his tongue as he pounds into you, his hands feverishingly traveling all over your body... and then he has these moments where he just wants to spoon fuck you from behind, wrapping you up in his arms as he softly kisses the shell of your ear <3

› he can get pretty possessive and has a tendency to bite. a lot. you'll pull down the collar of your shirt the next day and see your chest covered in marks. he has to physically hold himself back from marking you up everywhere </3 he just can't help himself

› dry humping! he likes when you're both still fully clothed, rutting against each other desperately. sneaks a hand up your shirt to hold on to your waist as you move your hips against him... and he always ends up cumming in his pants so quickly. but he likes overstimulation and will let you use him to get yourself off too

› he's very verbal in bed, so lots of dirty talk and cursing. half the time, he doesn't even realize how loud he is, and you have to shove your fingers in his mouth or kiss him to shut him up <3

reblogs + feedback are greatly appreciated! ☆

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[electrosuite]

where no one would see us

warnings: swearing, fingering, oral sex, descriptive sex, rough sex

word count: 2k

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"What the hell are you doing here?" Peter asked, trying to keep his voice down the best he could. He dragged you back into the alleyway he was hiding in, getting you both out of view.

"I knew you were doing this shit again, Pete. You promised you were done. Stalking escaped convicts, for what? To see if they're putting the city in danger?"

"Yes!" You tilted your head in frustration. "Baby, it's my job."

"No, your job is to take pictures for the newspaper. That's it! You don't even have your camera on you."

"I have my phone."

"Which is in your pocket."

"What do you want me to say? Huh?"

"I want you to admit that you broke your promise and are doing the Spider-Man shit again."

"Hey, baby, don't disrespect the suit." You just stared at him, clenching your jaw. "I know I promised you I was done, but if I can do something to help catch bad guys, you can't expect me not to do it."

"Yes! I can! You promised me. You're this close to getting yourself killed, and I can't just stand by and let you do it. And you're doing this right before our dinner reservations. I put on a nice, sexy dress for you, you're in a suit! If you needed to were you gonna just ditch me at that restaurant?"

"Please calm down and lower your voice. You're gonna get us caught."

"Oh, I'm gonna get us caught? Says the guy stalking a criminal in plain clothes. I might as well just walk up to him and tell you who you are myself."

Within a split second, his hand was clamped tightly over your mouth and he had you pushed up against the wall.

"Peter!" you exclaimed, your voice barely audible past his hand.

"Baby, please just be quiet for one second."

From a distance, you could hear two male voices talking. "I heard his voice from over here."

"You sure it was him?" This voice came from the man Peter was following.

"Oh yeah. I'm sure."

"Shit," Peter said, scooping you up and swinging the two of you through the alley and a few buildings down. You landed in a different alleyway, this one with a brick wall blocking the other men's path to you. "You almost got us killed, Y/N."

"Wouldn't be the first time, would it?" There were a few seconds of silence between you two. "Look, Pete, I'm not upset about you being Spider-Man."

"Oh, could've fooled me."

"I'm upset because you lied to me." He sighed. "I don't want to lose you. And I don't like being lied to. And I really don't like the idea of you not showing up for dinner because you're fighting someone."

He nodded. "I know. I shouldn't have told you I was done, and I shouldn't be doing this before our plans. I just wanted you to feel better about all of it."

"I know. And, I mean, it doesn't matter how hot I think you are in that skin-tight suit." Your voice had changed, your tone sultry and low. He looked up at you, squinting a bit. "Or how good you look webbing up those bad guys."

"Is that so?" He slowly stepped toward you. You walked backwards at the same pace, eventually bumping into the wall.

"Mhm. Or how good your arms and your thighs look in the suit, too." He was only inches away from your face, his eyes darting from yours to your lips. "It's so private here."

"It is, isn't it?" He placed his palms flat against your sides, his mouth latching onto your throat and leaving gentle yet firm kissing to your skin.

"Mhm. You could do anything you want to me and no one would hear. No one would see us."

"What do you want?" he whispered. "Tell me."

"I want you to pin me up against this wall and fuck me so hard I can't walk home."

Within a second, he was on his knees, pushing your dress and underwear out of the way. He immediately attached his tongue to your clit, and you whimpered shakily. You lifted your left leg and propped it in his shoulder, giving him more access to you.

Goddamn, he was good at this. And he knew just how to overstimulate you. Two fingers entered you, and you were already so wet they went in with ease.

The sounds echoing in the alleyway were unholy and disgusting, your moans mixing with them to create the sound that Peter loved so, so much.

Normally the two of you would be as quiet as possible so as to not wake up his aunt May or your parents. It, admittedly, wasn't very sexy. But the times you guys would fuck while home alone, he was sure his neighbors hated your guys' guts.

Your hands pulling his hair and your thighs shaking was how he knew you were getting close. And as you began thrusting your hips to grind on his face, he knew you were teetering over the edge.

Fucks left your mouth like breaths and he had to hold you up to keep you from falling over. But he didn't stop once your high ended. In fact, he kept going until you had another orgasm, and then another.

"Peter, please, just fuck me already," you begged after your third.

He shot to his feet, quickly spinning you around and pressing your chest into the wall.

"I don't have a condom with me," he whispered as his lips attacked your shoulders.

"Good."

He almost growled at this, the thought of fucking you raw making him almost feral. He pulled your dress back up above your ass, moving your underwear back out of the way, and reaching in front of you to begin fingering you.

You were so sensitive at this point that you couldn't stop your hips from bucking backwards into his crotch, feeling how hard he was.

"Goddamn, you are dripping," he whispered. And it was true. It was like a leaky faucet, your thick juices covering your thighs and running down your legs.

You wanted to lean back against his chest but he had you pinned to the wall, keeping you perfectly still and submissive.

"Peter, please, just fuck me."

He clicked his tongue three times. "No rushing, baby. You have to be patient."

By the time your fourth orgasm washed over you, you were screaming, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Such a tease," you breathed.

He was fully holding you up at this point, your legs too weak to support yourself.

You heard him undo his belt and then his pants, the anticipation making you take a shaky breath.

Feeling his dick glide up and down your pussy lips, soaking himself in your wetness and sliding across your unbearably sensitive clit drove you insane.

But the feeling of him effortlessly sliding into you, stretching you out and filling you to the brim and then some, it almost made you collapse.

He didn't start slow this time. He immediately picked up speed, slamming into you at a speed he normally reserved for rougher sex like this. He was like a fucking machine, knowing exactly what spots to hit to make you turn to puddy in his arms.

His right hand reached up to grip your neck and pull your back against his chest, then took you a step forward so your stomach was flush with the wall. He kept your head pinned back against his shoulder so he could kiss your neck and cover your skin with hickeys.

He pulled your arms behind your body, crossing them and gripping your forearms where they overlapped. Every time he slammed into you, your body hit the wall. It took the air out of your lungs, and that combined with his hand firmly around your neck made it so it was difficult to breathe. But it turned you on to unimaginable levels.

This is the type of rough sex you loved. Being completely at his mercy and being completely controlled by him. Not even being able to reach back and touch him, almost as if you were tied up, made you antsy. You needed to be able to grip him in some way, and he knew this. Taking that away from you only established his dominance and gave him control.

The sounds of his skin slapping against yours and echoing around on the concrete walls of the alley was much louder than he meant for them to be, but he was so distracted that he barely heard it.

He moaned and groaned in your ear as he drilled you, your cries of pleasure only pushing him to go faster and harder. You squeezed him so tightly, making it a slight challenge with every thrust. But he was so strong that he barely noticed, only able to focus on fulfilling your request to make it hard for you to walk home.

Peter was the only person you'd ever had sex with that could make you cum during just penetrative sex. At first you thought it was because you were already sensitive from him eating you out, but the first time you guys had sex where he didn't go down on you he still got you there just by fucking you. And typically you only had two or three orgasms during sex.

But you were approaching your fifth one in just a few minutes, and you honestly weren't sure you could handle it.

"P-Peter, fuck, I don't know if I can take another."

"Ooh, but you can, baby. I know you can."

You shook your head. "Too much."

He knew your safe word, and so did you. But you didn't want to say it. You wanted to be fucked out of your mind, to cum so many times you're out of it for hours. You wanted him to push you to your limit and see how much you could take.

"Nothing is too much for you, baby. I know it's not."

The second he pushed you over the edge, the hand on your neck went to your mouth, covering it tightly. You screamed into his hand, seeing stars and feeling him have to keep you on your feet. He didn't slow down to give you a break afterwards, in fact he somehow went even faster.

But this didn't last for long, as he could feel himself getting there too. His thrusts were becoming ever so slightly out of rhythm and his grip was tightening on you. And you noticed.

"Peter, please, cum inside me."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Fill me up, baby. Please."

He was so focused, so driven by your begging. Your ribs were slamming into the wall but you didn't care. The pain felt good. Him using you as nothing more than a fuck toy felt good. And the idea of him filling you with his warm cum was something you needed.

You squeezed down on him once more and he slammed so hard into you it hurt. With a long 'fuck' he emptied his balls into your pussy, the white substance dripping out of you, onto the ground and onto his pants.

He leaned against you for a moment, not moving either of you. You were both so dizzy and so tired that you just needed to catch your breath.

"Fuck," you whispered.

"Was that what you wanted?"

You nodded. "So good."

When he eventually let go of you, you leaned your back against the wall. You situated yourselves back to look relatively normal, aside from the sweat. He checked his watch and grimaced.

"I think we missed our reservation."

"Ah shit. By how long?"

"Ten minutes." You nodded. "Wanna just go home and shower?"

"Yeah, we need one."

He kissed you deeply and you both smiled at each other.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

"Let's get home before the cops show up, yeah? I think we were pretty loud."

"Yeah, please."

And with that, you were wrapped around his back as he swung you two back to his apartment.

[kaivenom]

One piece men first reaction to having a wet dream about you

Characters: Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Kid, Killer, Law

Warnings: NSFW, obviously

A/N: i am starting to think that i will put some of the future preferences with multiple parts, to give the One Piece Dilf a place too.

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Monkey D. Luffy

Is surprised, a lot. He was dreaming about meat and suddently it transformed in your body, naked.

The cream of cakes and the juices from the meat covering all your body in a revealing pose.

When he oppened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling trying to process why you were on his dream.

Then he realized how his stomach felt strange and his pants incredibly tight.

He knew that feeling wasn't from hunger, so he let his hand travel to his crotch and palm it thru the underwear.

It felt really good, he finally slided his hand on his underwear and started to pump slowly his cock.

All he could think about is your body and how good would that image look in front of him.

When he was on the edge of cumming, he realized that maybe it he should go talk to you.

A broken moan escaped his lips while he got up from the bed, with a painfully hard member.

He needed to know if you can help him.

Roronoa Zoro

He feels "horrified", he tents to avoid feelings, talks or being emotional involved with anyone.

So, when he dream about you sucking him off with a smile, he got into a really bad mood.

Everyone noticed but nobody could know why, he got especially tense when you were around.

The end point came on lunch, when he had to saw you eat a hot dog, his mind went crazy of reminiscing all the things from his dream.

He went fast to the crow's net and tried to workout all the feelings away.

He got hard, really hard, to the point he couldn't concentrate on nothing.

After a whole hour of changing exercizes furiously, he sat down, trembling, sweating and whimpering... but not from the workout.

With a dissapointed grunt he started to jerk off, at first crusing your name with irritation and at the end letting out breathless moans.

He cummed a lot, all over his body. His only thought while he was heading to the showers was not to bump into you.

Vinsmoke Sanji

His hand was on his pants even before he wakes up.

He moans, whimpers and sights with every touch he imagine you do to him.

The vision of your breasts bouncing while you ride him, unable to touch you because his hands are tied up, that drives him crazy.

He doesn't know if he is still asleep or he is already awake, but he cums undone with a really loud moan.

He is not very good at pretending or trying to be quiet.

Then he felt bad about dishonoring you, but felt sooo good to him.

His day went crazy from there, having some avoidant attachment we could say.

He changes between being your living servant and licking your feet to locking himself on the kitchen.

You didn't understand that, it was really weird, but in fact, he gets away to hide the boner you make him feel.

He usually controls his impulses but after that dream he can't keep his hands out of himself.

He really wanted to aproach you on the kitchen and eat you out there, but he can't .... and then he feels bad about imagine it again.

He has a huge conflict between his desires and his chivalry.

Trafalgar Law

He feels ... unproffesional, he is your captain and you are his subordinate, he can't dream about that.

He tries to stay away from you, not from guilt but from embarrasment, from seeing you and only picturing your body riding him while he presses his chest against yours.

Then as the day passed by he starts to get closer to you, not conscientiously but his body someone tried to have some contact.

A little brush on the dinning room, setting himself behind you to get something on a "higher" shelf.

He tries to find excuses to see you alone, trying to have the courage to make a move... saying it to you or kissing you but he couldn't do it.

That lead to unnecesary visits to his office, helping him with some "new" projects on the lab, giving him books, etc.

At the end you spent all the day making stupid walks around the submarine and you got so angry you yelled at him.

He won't admit this part, but you made him hard with your yells at him.

Eustass Kidd

He gets up, not surprised at all to dream about you, he knows exactly what you do to him.

But dreaming about taking you from the back, all in four, his hands on your ass pressing firmly, that caught him out off guard.

He went to take a shower and couldn't resist to jack off under the hot water.

And It works, he is not hard anymore... Until he saw you later on the deck.

He is a very direct person but also a very arrogant one.

That results in having him trying to sound like a fuck boy, making you desire him and show it, before he even tells you he wants to fuck you.

Showing of his muscles and attributes, being extra confident and dominant thinking that the kind of stuff you like.

Once he realized he doesn't need to be that extravagant and just sit there and whisper naughty things on your ears, he will win his prize.

Killer

His dream his very connected with feelings becuase you two were in missionary, you looking at him with heart eyes full of love and lust. (without his helmet)

Goes straight forward to tell you.

Very mature from him, and plus having the helmet he can hide his blush.

When you go to take breakfast, he tells you, sounding very relaxed. He is trying to hide the fact that he is still hard.

He went so fast to tell you that his member didn't catch the message yet.

He presses his body to the counter trying to hide it.

He doesn't want to scary you or make you uncomfortable, he just wants to talk things.

After that, he tries to make distance a little bit to give you time to think.

But he can't help but give small glances to your body, he can't help it... and the helmet helps to be discreet.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

“Will You Marry Me?"

How I imagine LADS Men would propose. This is part 2 of 2. I tried to do the sweet elegant writing, but that ain't me so here you go....

Xavier

Our lover boy Xavier is a literal prince. I feel as though he'd be very traditional with his proposal. The only unfortunate part is he can't ask for your fathers/family blessing because you know .... Anyway :)

He would definitely court you for a week even if you’ve already been together for over a year. The day of his proposal he would take you to a spot only he knows that has zero light pollution. Of course it’s deep in the forest.

MC: If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to kill me and hide my body Xavier: You have such creative thoughts MC: Seriously where are we going? Xavier: Somewhere special MC: So mysterious even after a year of dating

He’d bring you to a clearing that seemed like it was being lit up by a spotlight. It’s not though he chose to propose on a night with a full moon and clear skies so you could see how beautiful the stars are without all the city lights.

MC: It’s otherworldly Xavier: This was my favorite place to come when I needed clarity MC: Why didn’t you show me sooner? Xavier: I wanted to save it for a special day MC: oh what are you going to propose or something?

You’d be laughing and boom he pulls a ring out of his pocket shutting you right up.

MC: Oh shit! You’re really proposing Xavier: Yes im really proposing

His speech is so sweet it could give you cavities not only would he emphasize how much he loves you he’d let you know just how much he is solely yours. Even if you were to one day forget him and how much he loves you he would still always be yours and would do anything to keep you safe & most of all happy.

Xavier: My lady will you marry me? MC: I want nothing more

He might’ve been sweet and soft spoken during his proposal but that shy boy facade went out the window when you two got back home.

Sylus

It’s canon that Sylus gets nervous when he wants to ask you out. So just imagine how nervous he is getting ready to propose! He already constantly gifts you pretty gems and the gifts just keep increasing over the course of 3 months.

He second guesses himself thinking you may say no so he keeps putting it off but continues to shower you in gifts, quality time, full body massages, shopping sprees, dinner dates, lunch dates, you name it he’s doing it, you want it he got it. He’d be spoiling you so much you’d have to sit him down and ask him what’s going on. He would dismiss your concerns of course.

MC: Are you guys leaving for a while? Kieran: Why do you ask? MC: Sylus has been acting weird I feel like he’s about to disappear again Luke: That was one time and boss only did that because you asked him to leave you alone MC: I know but I’m worried now Luke: Relax miss hunter you’re overthinking

The twins would indeed gaslight you while Sylus worked up the nerve to propose. When he finally has the nerve to do it he goes all out. I’m talking he'd rent out the most exquisite restaurant money can buy. A whole staff at your beck and call. He'd wine and dine you with delicious food and expensive wine. By the time dessert comes you'd want answers.

MC: You're leaving me aren't you Sylus: Jumping to conclusions are we? MC: I'm serious Sylus you haven't been yourself lately you're worrying me Sylus: I guess this is the part where I explain myself

With two snaps of his fingers the twins would rush out; Kieran placing a giant box bouquet of red roses in your arms and Luke placing a crown on your head before rushing out leaving the two of you alone.

MC: What's this? and what am I a Princess? Sylus: You are and I'd love to change your title to Queen MC: Stop are you....

I don't picture Sylus giving a long winded speech. I feel like he would be the type to write it down so you could cherish his words forever.

Sylus: Will you marry me Miss Hunter? You can say no if- MC: Of course I'll marry you

Yet again I'm tackling this man as soon as he slips that ring on. Need to be in his arms immediately. Expeditiously.

Zayne & Rafayel here…

[archangeldyke-all]

Wait I was just thinking about this

What if jinx went out to run errands and took isha along with and and they come back looking VERY suspicious.

Untill you were about to interrogate them and they admit too finding a kitten on the street and taking it in. But you are not mad at them at all and you guys all collectively try to find a way to tell sevika. And when she finds out she doesn’t seem happy but she’s so freaking excited because she has a family now- something she had always dreamed for but didn’t think was achievable

-💌

i need fluff like this right now. like a million pounds of feathers.

(here's what i picture the cat looking like, btw hehe)

men and minors dni

you're in the kitchen chopping veggies for dinner, listening to the gentle jazz floating out of sevika's old office.

right now, sevika's in there rearranging furniture to turn her study into a room for jinx and isha. she's already got the bunk beds built (jinx claimed top) and now she's busy building some bookshelves and desks for the girls.

they've been living with the two of you for about a month now. and despite the fact that you and sev's sex lives have taken a massive blow, you've honestly never been happier.

the girls bring so much energy and laughter into your life. neither you or sevika ever wanted children of your own, but this feels... right. you're not their mothers and you never will be. but you are family now, and you wouldn't trade it for the fucking world.

sevika feels the same. she hasn't said it in so many words, but there's this look about her now-- she glows. she's stopped smoking because of isha's asthma. she's stopped drinking because vi's still freshly sober and comes around for dinner a few times a week. she's even started taking breaks with her prosthetic arm, letting herself walk around the house with just one arm-- a vulnerability she was never comfortable with before.

you throw your veggies on the pan, a nice sizzle sounding throughout the kitchen as you start to stir them around. the front door clicks open, and you wait for the sound of your girls thumping through the door like usual... but they don't. you turn the flame down, the sizzle lessening with it, and turn to listen closer.

jinx is whispering excitedly, and you can hear isha's excited half giggles as she listens. you grin. the girls are plotting something.

you turn the flame completely off, setting your spoon to the side and ripping off your apron, carefully tipetoeing across the kitchen to lean against the door.

"alright. sevika'll be easy to convince, all you gotta do is give her the puppy eyes... just like that, good job kiddo." jinx chuckles. isha gives a happy little chuckle, and jinx continues. "it's the missus i'm worried about. y'know what she says goes. if we don't convince her, sev'll be out too." jinx huffs.

you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing at jinx's surprisingly accurate description of you and sevika's relationship.

isha makes a questioning noise, signing something you can't see to jinx. jinx hums, contemplating isha's suggestion, before speaking again. "what, y'mean like cookin' 'em both dinner or something nice? butter 'em up before we show 'em?" jinx asks. "that could work... dunno where we'd hide it until then though..."

"hide what?" you ask, pushing out of the kitchen just in time to watch isha and jinx jump and scramble to cover something up.

"heya sweetcheeks!" jinx greets, shoving a bundle of fabric into isha's hands. isha gawks at her, then turns around to hide the fabric pile from you. you chuckle, and jinx casually pushes isha behind her back. "how mucha that did you overhear?"

you giggle and tug on jinx's bangs, making her scowl a bit. "don't let sev catch you callin' me 'sweetcheeks'. she'll get jealous. show me what you two found." you say.

jinx huffs and tugs isha back out from behind her.

isha blinks up at you with her best puppy eyes, and you chuckle, flicking the rim of her miner's cap. "those only work on sevika." you say.

isha huffs and rolls her eyes in a way that she must've learnt from jinx-- then she unwraps the bundle in her hands.

"mmmew." a tiny little voice pipes up.

you gasp, and isha stops unwrapping the bundle to look up at you. "please tell me you guys didn't bring home a fucking baby." you plea. raising isha is one thing-- she knows how to use the fucking toilet already. but a newborn?! you're not sure if you and sevika could handle that...

jinx bursts into laughter and pulls the last bit of fabric away, and you sigh in relief when a scraggely, partially hairless cat blinks up at you from isha's arms. "mmmow?" it meows. you chuckle.

"where the hell'd you find this thing?"

isha grins at your positive reaction, then starts signing with both her arms full of cat. you can't make out much, but you manage to catch 'dumpster'. that explains the smell, then.

"we're callin' her chicken. 'cause her little bald belly looks like boiled chicken." jinx says, smiling just as wide as isha is.

you snort a little, and chicken reaches one of her paws out of isha's hands, like she's reaching out for you.

jinx cackles. "chicken likes you!"

you huff and shake chicken's little paw. "so what. you expect us to let you have a cat now?" you ask.

you know you're going to say yes. you just need the girls to grovel a little more-- you can't let them know you're just as soft for 'em as sevika is, otherwise there'll be no authority in your house.

"oh c'mon! we'll put the litterbox in our room so it doesn't stink up the house! i'm already comin' up with a self cleaning litter box invention-- and she can just eat our scraps! she'll be good for pest control! you know the building's been having problems with cave rats lately..." jinx trails off, pulling chicken out of isha's arms and dangling the surprisingly relaxed cat in front of you. "please sweetcheeks? i'm such a cute kitty." jinx says in a silly little voice, shaking chicken a bit as she talks.

isha sticks her lower lip out in a pout and clasps her hands under her chin in a 'please' motion.

you hold your stern glare for as long as you can before sighing and rolling your eyes. both girls burst into cheers and giggles before you can even say anything.

"fine." you huff. isha darts forward to tackle your legs in a hug, and you stumble a bit before giggling and lifting the girl up into your arms, hugging her properly. jinx and chicken join you quickly after, chicken meowing in discomfort as she's squished in the family hug. "but you two gotta talk to sev. she doesn't like animals, y'know."

"like how she doesn't like me or like how she doesn't like broccoli?" jinx asks. you giggle.

"what're you all whispering about?" sevika asks.

this time, all three of you jump and turn around to guiltily face your wife.

"mrow." chicken greets from jinx's arms. sevika's eyes widen.

"what the fuck is that?!"

isha steps forward. a cat. duh. she signs. you bite your lip to keep from laughing. jinx cackles. sevika flicks isha's cap.

"sevika, this is chicken, the newest member of our fucked up little family."

sevika blinks rapidly, and you watch in amusement as she tries to process the situation. "fuckin' ugly cat-- i don't--" suddenly, tears well up in sevika's eyes.

your stomach sinks, and you dart forward, reaching up to cup sevika's face. "what's wr--"

sevika cuts you off by collapsing against you, burying her face against your neck as she cries.

isha's big golden eyes stare up at the pair of you, shock on her face for a moment, before she just darts forward and hugs sevika's legs, nuzzling against her thigh.

jinx stands there awkwardly for a moment, chicken still in her hands. isha grunts and waves her hand for jinx to join you, and jinx sighs, rolling her eyes before moving chicken to one arm and half-heartedly wrapping her free arm around sevika's shoulders.

"fuck, fuck, sorry." sevika cries against you, sniffling and wiping her snot and tears on your shirt sleeve. you just rub her back as she collects herself. "sorry." she says again.

"'s okay." you whisper.

"...so does this mean chicken can't stay?" jinx asks. sevika lets out a shaky breath.

"why the fuck are you callin' that poor thing chicken?"

"'cause her belly looks like boiled chicken!" jinx says proudly, hauling chicken up into sevika's face. sevika just snorts.

"she's staying in your room. if i ever have to clean a single fucking cat turd, i'm puttin' it back out on the streets." sevika relents.

jinx and isha burst into squeals, both quickly darting forward to hug her, jinx even pressing a kiss to her cheek, before they dart off with chicken in tow to go check out their new bedroom set up.

you can hear the excited gasps as they enter their new place-- you haven't seen it yet but you're certain sevika went all out for her kids. you kiss her scalp, still holding her in the living room as jinx and isha start giving chicken the grand tour of their bedroom.

"you okay?" you ask.

sevika sighs and shakes her head. "these fucking kids are making me fucking soft." she groans miserably. you cackle.

"it's adorable, babe."

"it's-- it's fucking annoying! jinx called us a family and i just-- fuckin' burst into tears?! what the fuck?" she squawks. you laugh, kissing her tears up from her cheeks.

"they're happy tears, though, right?" you ask.

sevika huffs and nods. "who woulda thought i'd ever cry happy tears about being associated with jinx?" she asks.

you giggle and shrug. "i always had a feeling." you say.

sevika rolls her eyes, and then leans forward to kiss you.

[tinylilacbun]

Do you think you could write a fanfic about rafe coming home after a really hard day in particular of dealing and they didn’t get as many sales as usual and Berry and rafe were pissed off at each other so instead of coming home and being all sweet and clingy to age regression reader he yell’s at her for accidentally getting paint on the table well painting him a picture and he yells and screams at her and she runs and goes and hides, and he ends up finding her in the back of the closet and pulls her out and apologizes then he comfort her after yelling saying how he never meant to scare her:3🦈🎀

Painting and Yelling

Pairing: daddy!rafe x little!reader

Warnings: age regression, yelling, mentions of drugs/dealing, hurt/comfort, some cursing

Today has been exhausting for Rafe, not only didn't he make the promised sales but also came into a conflict with Barry because of it and now they're not talking with each other.

When Rafe called you to tell you that he's on his way back home you could hear that he's upset and exhausted, so the second he hung up you quickly gathered art supplies to draw him a picture to cheer him up.

Since you want this one to be special you decide on painting with acrylic paints instead of crayons. You are so focused on drawing the picture, using all the tips you can remember from those videos you watch on YouTube sometimes that you don't notice the paint you accidentally get on the table and the sleeves of your hoodie.

The sound of the front door opening and closing, indicating Rafe's arrival has you squirming on the chair with anticipation of his reaction to your picture that you have put a lot of effort in.

Rafe enters the living room, rubbing the back of his neck as he makes his way over to you. "Hey..."

"Hi daddy! Look what I made for you!" You smile at him, holding up the picture for him to see.

He doesn't look directly at what you were holding up but more at the mess you made on the table and yourself. "What is this?"

"A picture..." You frown at him, isn't it obvious? It's not the first time you gave him a drawing, so his reaction confuses you.

He breathes through his nose, pinching the bridge of it with his fingers. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the damn mess you made."

As you finally look at the table and take notice of the paint stains on it and on your sleeves. You start to try and explain yourself. "I just-"

"God I- I had a long fucking day and the last thing I wanted was to take care of shit like that. Can't you just once- just once, use the few brain cells you possess or is that too damn hard!" He suddenly interrupts you, his voice rising.

Before his brain can comprehend what he just did, seeing the way your eyes widen and fill with tears, your bottom lip quivering, he opens his mouth to apologize but you quickly get up and bolt out of the room and upstairs.

"Wait- baby!" He calls after you, his head dropping as he hears a door slam shut.

He runs a hand through his hair, cursing at himself for shouting at you when he promised himself that he would never let that happen and still couldn't keep his temper in check yet again.

Glancing at the picture on the table he felt even worse. He grabs it, a small smile on his face at the different shapes and messily drawn 'daddy' in the center of it.

Meanwhile you are hiding in his closet, picking at your lambs fur with tears rolling down your face constantly, trying not to sob out loud. His words hurt you deeply, even more so that it was directed at your little self.

You hear footsteps approaching the bedroom and push yourself more into the corner of the closet, pulling your knees to your chest as the bedroom door opens.

"Baby?" Rafe calls out again softly, not surprised he doesn't receive an answer but notices his closet door slightly ajar and walks over to open it.

He sees your sock-clad feet beneath his hanging clothes and crouches down, his heart breaks at the sight of you, your cheeks wet and avoiding to look at him.

"I know you probably don't want to have anything to do with me right now but...I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled at you and said those things. I'm sure you don't believe me but I didn't mean anything I said... you're- you're the smartest little someone could wish for and I'm so thankful for being allowed to even see this side of you." He starts reaching out to rest his hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing over your skin.

He waits a moment to see if you will reject his touch, when you don't he takes that as a sign to continue. "I really like the drawing you made..."

You lift your head when you hear the rustling of paper, seeing him admire the picture with a smile.

"It definitely deserves a special place on the wall." He says, straightening himself and walks over to the cork board that already has a few of your pictures pinned on it.

You slowly crawl halfway out the closet to watch him hang it up. He steps back to look at it again, a hand on his chin as in deep thought. "I think that's the best one you made so far."

"Really...?" You sniffle.

"Really." He confirms, stepping closer to you and holding his hand out. You hesitate for a moment before placing your hand in his, letting him help you up. He instantly pulls you into his arms, holding you in a tight embrace and kisses the top of your head. "I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to scare you or anything. Think you can forgive me?"

You think for a second, pulling your face from his chest. "Can I has ice cream?"

He chuckles, relieved that you seem to accept his apology. "Of course, baby. You can even eat on my bed and watch a movie, sounds good?"

"Two scoops and sprinkles." You look at him seriously and he sighs, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"Fine, but only if I get a kiss." He smiles at the way you quickly stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. "Another?"

"Daddy."

"Okay, shouldn't push my luck, I get it."

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[yandereunsolved]

✗ ❛ Yandere Five Hargreeves (S1) ❜ ✗

Clicking off the last light, you wish the department store a peaceful night. It was your best friend during the weekdays. The boisterous speech of irritated moms and angsty teenagers was replaced with pure silence. No exhausted cashiers or store emergencies due to shoplifters or disgruntled higher-ups.

It was almost daunting. Taking the last shift and closing as the manager made it seem like the world had ended. It was like you got a picture-perfect frame for the all-consuming feeling of being alone. You almost enjoyed it, if it weren't for the reminder that this was real life and tomorrow would be just as noisy as the last.

You take out your extra pair of keys and secure the right one as you walk towards the exit doors.

"Question?" A slightly high-pitched, younger male voice inquires.

You whip your head around to see the outline of a pubescent boy standing near some mannequins.

"Hey, kid. You can't be in here. It's past closing time. Take yourself and whatever other sneaky friends you have and go home." You state dismissively. You really don't want to have to call the cops again because of some moronic teens.

You are frozen for a moment as the kid appears right in front of you. It was like some weird magic trick.

"Damn it. You don't remember me. You haven't met me yet." The kid mutters to himself as he paces around you. "It's me, Five." He urges. "Question, remember. You have to remember me. You have to remember us."

"Hey, we need to get you—"

An unexplainable force pushes you onto the tiled floor. Before you are able to groan, the kid, Five, wraps his arms around you, and suddenly you are halfway across the department store. Not even given a second to process the commotion, you are tugged along by Five. Shots ring out, and you try to pull yourself out of his grasp.

"Wait!" You hiss. "What the hell is happening!?" You snap while crouching beneath the rack.

Five stares back at you incredulously. His expression spells out 'excuse me, dumbass?'

"Shit. We don't have time for this. We're partners, like in the future. Some bad shit happened, and we ended up together. Got that? All caught up? We have to go now."

He yanks you up and tries to do his weird teleporting thing again, but gets hit with some weird bullet. It causes him to seize and fall to his knees. You risk a glance up to see two armed people in masks heading straight towards the both of you. You can't breathe.

"W-What?" You squeak out in panic.

You drop to the ground near him as your breath quickens. The air around you smells so stale, like it's depriving you of oxygen instead of giving it to you. You clutch your chest in a futile attempt to calm yourself. One moment turns into two, and you hear nothing going on around you.

A sneak peek, and the intruders are frozen. You turn your gaze toward the floor and see that Five isn't moving an inch. There are no smells—putrid or refreshing. There seems to be no air, but your chest is still moving. There is nothing but this moment. 

"Completely alone. Frozen in time. I can freeze time!? What the fuck? This is like... I can do this?" You whisper-shout to yourself. Why are you whispering? You can shout as loud as you'd like. "Fuck yeah!"

Another bullet rings out.

Okay, perhaps yelling isn't okay in accordance with freezing time.

The same pair of arms drags you under the check-out counter. You take a moment to catch your breath and smile. Police sirens blare from somewhere outside. You hear the intruders scramble to retreat and escape.

"You haven't gotten any smarter." Five mumbles wistfully as he leans against your shoulder. "I've found you again. Question, my baby. Stay with me a while. Stay."

He finally has you again. Clever darling, thinking you can use your past to hide from him. He'll just have to start all over again. He can do that, and not even time can keep him away from you now.

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Album

Pairing: Clayton Keller x Fem!Reader Warnings: Suggestive discussions, talks of kinks/interests (very lightly) mostly just silly and fluffy. Summary: Clayton finds out you have a photo album on your phone of pictures and clips of him. Notes: Inspired by the ridiculous number of pictures of Clayton I have on my phone. Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :) Writing Masterlist

You're not really thinking when you say it, a passing comment after he shows you a picture he took with Schmaltz on the latest roadie. Just a quick 'adding that one to the folder', that gets an eyebrow raise and immediate curiosity from Clay.

It becomes a battle of wills. Your stubbornness not to show him the folder and his refusal to budge because he's simply too curious now to walk away from the conversation. In the end you're the one who folds; unlocking your phone and shoving it towards him already on the photo album that you keep your ridiculous number of photos and clips of Clay in...the folder you'd been adamant about never revealing to him because it was embarrassing.

The grin he has on his face says it all, wide, dimple on show as he swipes through photo after photo, clip after clip. You're groaning, sinking down against against the sofa cushions, a throw pillow pulled up to cover your face because you can't face the embarrassment.

"You really like me sweaty and bucketless, huh?" He flicks the screen over to the next picture of him on the bench. His hair is a mess, sweaty and sticking to his skin, chains out, the bucket is off, probably in his lap or handed off to someone to get adjusted. You have at least 10 pictures of him like that. All in a row, one after the other.

"Shut up..."

"It's cute, baby," It's cute how many pictures you have of him. It's cute how much you like him...he's had the nonchalant girls before. The one's that act cool, that don't make it clear how much they like you. You're not like that. You're a lover girl through and through, he can't doubt that you find him attractive or that you want him because it's all here in your phone for him to see, it's all written across your face, in your actions, in your words.

"It's embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing to find your boyfriend hot, baby."

"Yes, it is!"

He just shakes his head at you and keeps scrolling. Photos of him with his hair free and sweaty. Clips of him spitting on the ice. So many clips of him chewing on a mouthguard or yelling orders at people. A few pictures of him with his black eye or bloody from some accident on the ice or another.

"Why are there so many clips of me yelling at people, baby?" He stops on one, he's frowning at someone, maybe Maccelli, yelling something that looks suspiciously like 'get your shit together'...it's a little embarrassing for him. He knows he can be a little intense on the ice sometimes, still trying to find that balance between giving direction and order and being a dickhead.

"It's hot..." You mumble pulling the pillow down slightly, enough to look at him over the top of it. You're all wide eyed, shy, feeling self-conscious because all of his attention is on you and what you find attractive about him.

"It's hot?"

"I don't know..." You try to pull the pillow back up to cover your face, but Clay's hand is there, tugging it down to stop you from hiding completely from him again.

"No, no, you don't get to back out of that one, sweet girl. Why's it hot?" He's being soft with you, gentle voice, rumbly. The one that makes you want to squirm in place and kick your feet...it makes it a little easier, even if the eye contact has your face on fire. Intense blue eyes fixed on your features, eager to see you as you answer him.

"I...I like when you're in charge and all captainy..." You've always liked Clay in charge. It's what drew you to him in the first place. He led and you followed and he led well. You could shut your brain off around him, it was easy to do because you knew he'd make sure you were good.

The smile he gives you is a little evil, smirking with one half of his mouth, looking at you from under his lashes as he starts to lean over you as you shrink back feeling giddy in the pit of your stomach in a way that has you pursing your lips in an effort not to giggle.

"You want me to tell you want to do, baby?"

"Shut up." It's got no bite at all, your face is as hot as it can get and Clayton knows he's got you as you squirm in place. You're practically lying on the couch, Clayton leaning over you like he's about to kiss you. Instead he just laughs, pulling back just enough to show you the phone again.

A clip of him spitting on the ice, something you can't even begin to explain...it's just hot. In a way that you can't fathom. It might just be because it's Clay. The idea of anyone else doing that a turn off not a turn on.

"Okay, okay, but what about these ones? You want me to spit on you too?" He's being mean, he knows he is, as you hide your face behind your hands, groaning in embarrassment, cringing away from your own phone.

"Clayton..."

There's a pause where he stops laughing, dropping the phone to the side so he can reach for your hands, pulling them away from your face so he can look at you.

"You know you can tell me if you do, right? I wanna know what makes you tick, what gets you goin' for me." He means it too. God, all Clayton ever wants is to please you. He doesn't care what that entails...so if you want him to spit on you he'll do it. If you want him to chew you up like a mouthguard he's all in. If you want him to get beaten up on the ice every night just to have something extra purple to look at he'd do it. For you he'd do it.

You shove at his shoulder but it barely moves him, frowning up at him with a pout.

"I'm telling your mum that you're a menace."

"What are you going to say? That I talk dirty to you and it's wrong? Think my mom might a bit scarred if you do that, baby." He laughs because the idea of you telling his mom anything that goes on in your bedroom is laughable. You'd never do it, you can barely talk dirty to him let alone tell his mom what he's been up to. Even if you did, his mom would just tease you about it probably. It'd be worse for you in the long run.

You throw your head back with a groan, neck long, cheek pressed into the couch cushions. Pretty. Embarrassed, but pretty. You're always pretty, it makes him lose his train of thought for a moment. It takes Clay a second just to get back to what he was going to say.

"Just talk to me...you've kept these for a reason, so why? Why all the mouthguard pics?"

You mumble under your breath, inaudible, as if you think he'll let you off the hook if you don't speak loud enough. His fingers come up to brush your hair from your face, backs of them grazing your cheek gently, softly. A reminder that he's not going to judge you, that he loves you.

"Can't hear you, sweet girl."

"I want you to bite me and mark me up like I'm that stupid mouthguard..." He's already laughing, head thrown back and it has you groaning, shoving at Clay's shoulders again, "shut up, it's embarrassing."

"It's cute." It's hot actually. His eyes already a little darker at the idea of marking you up like a personal painting, the idea that you'd let him even if you're acting all coy about it right now.

"It's embarrassing."

"What about the moustache pics?" The stupid moustache he tried to grow back in Arizona. Barely there, a laughable excuse for one especially when compared to Bainer and Schmaltzy.

"I don't know...thought you looked cute with it...even though its a pathetic attempt at facial hair." God, it was bad, you had it bad...because even that stupid moustache was cute. It made you want to kiss him. It made you want to kick your feet and squeal.

"Oh, you love me love me, huh?" He's back over you, hands on either side of your head, nose nuzzling against your own, invading your personal space because shit, you really do love him, huh? God, he loves it. He loves how openly you love him, even if you think it's embarrassing, even if you think he's going to run for the hills or laugh in your face.

"Shut up." You're mumbling, eyes looking away from his, off to the side, like he's not right up in your face right now, close enough that he might as well be kissing you.

"Well, I love you love you too."

The way he kisses you says it all really. Deep, passionate, loving like he wants to devour you because he does. God, you're it. You're everything. He loves that you keep photos and clips of him on your phone. He loves that you have an album just of him. That you screenshot pictures from the team insta and save pictures he sends you. That you love him so much that you keep that in your pocket every day.

What he doesn't tell you is that he has his own album too. Of you.

[vssail]

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Soo... you coming?

Yeah, yeah, I know what you want to answer me. "I don't like crowded places". You're lucky I'm a genius.

If we can't go to the cinema, we can celebrate Joe Wright's 2005 Pride and Prejudice aniversary at my place!

I got the movie on DVD. I know we could watch it directly on TV, but this way it feels more real, you know? With the 2005 vibe and everything. And I already bought like a lot, lot, LOT of popcorns. All flavors imaginable. So, you have to come now, unless you want me to die trying to eat all these popcorns by myself.

You better be at my door at seven, Todd.

(Please, come.)

(...)

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Re: Soo... you coming?

You're terrible. But sweet. Let's leave it at adorably terrible.

Give me five minutes to get there.

(You didn't have to do all that for me. But I appreciate it. Thank you.)

J

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: New recipe

Alfred revealed to me the recipe of the brownies that you loved so much. I'm cooking them right now. If you get here quickly, you could be the tester.

And again, thank you for the other night. I had a great time. We should do it again. Chicken run turns 25 this year, if you need inspiration for the next movie.

J

P.S. Don't. Make. Jokes. About. The. Apron.

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Re: New recipe

[jason todd on a ripped batman apron.jpg]

Muehehehe

(...)

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Delete the pictures.

You have 30 minutes to delete them. Don't ask me what will happen if you don't.

J

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Mission Accomplished

Okay, okay, I deleted them. The only thing left of those pic is the one I printed and framed. I have it in a safe, so no one will be able to see it (unless they know my birthday).

Tho I must warn you someone may have hacked my phone before I got to delete them. I think so because an unknown number sent me a paypal payment and told me to get more pictures. Creepy.

Don't worry, I won't take more pictures. I am the only one that deserves to see that side of you ;)

(...)

P.S. You up for movie night tomorrow?

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Re: Mission Accomplished

I'm taking the food, there are some brownies left. I can make something else if you want. Maybe I can cook dinner before we watch the movie? Alf handed me another recipe, I could try it with you.

I'm taking an apron. Black. No pictures.

J

From: Jason Todd

To: Tim Drake

Subject: You're dead

Prepare your last words.

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Re: Re: Mission Accomplished

Awesome! I really love it when you go full Gordon Ramsey, like really, your cooking skills never fail to surprise me. Sometimes I think about kidnapping you so you cook for me everyday, but I back off when I remember you hide guns in the toaster.

Oooh I searched through my dad's old DVD's collection and I have a full list of films that we HAVE TO watch! Not gonna lie, the options could be better - but I want to keep the DVD thing. It's like our thing <3

[top best films to watch with jay - millenial dad edition.pdf]

We could do a Final destination marathon. I think another one is coming out this year so the timing is perfect!

(I know, no crowded rooms. I'll just get it somehow, don't worry.)

See you tomorrow, Todd :)

(...)

From: Tim Drake

To: (...)

Subject: Calm your dog

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry for hacking your phone. I was curious about who was Jason talking to through e-mails in this day and age. The picture was there and I couldn't let it go, yk? Now, I would appreciate if you talked with him to calm him down. I'm afraid his threat may not be as light as I thought it was.

Please, be quick. I think I'm hearing things in my appartment.

T. D.

[sidemari]

Aftercare Headcanons

Characters included: Hwei, Jinx, Kayn, Viktor, Yone x GN!Reader

Author's notes: I hope you enjoy this and forgive me any mistakes! Let me know if you have any requests about this fandom.

Picture: https://br.pinterest.com/pin/8585055533861864/

Hwei

He can get clingy after sex, mainly because he feels extremely safe by your side.

He will usually make sure that everything is okay with you, if you felt respected and satisfied with the way he made you feel and especially if you are in need of something specific.

After sex, he will always treat you as if you were the most fragile and most lovable person in the world.

Compliments and declarations of love are his strong point. Hwei will murmur words of reassurance and express what he feels for you almost as if he were reciting poetry.

"Whenever I'm alone with you… You make me feel like I'm whole again." He kissed your lips slowly before climbing back on top of you, straddling your lap, and looking at you with eyes full of love and desire. "I can't get enough of you… Let me keep loving you."

"Touch me, yeah." You guided his hand to your chest. "Make me feel like I'm alive again."

Jinx

Usually Jinx will openly proclaim how essential you are for her to feel grounded in such a chaotic and cruel world.

Regardless of how hectic, overwhelming and overstimulating your sex was, she makes sure you know that just being by your side after such an intimate moment is just as good, if not infinitely better than loving you all night.

She will reassure you as she worships your body, compliments how beautiful you are and talks about how your expressions and bodily reactions are extremely precious to her.

"Remember when we first met as kids?" Her voice was a mere whisper.

"Yeah, I do. I'll always remember that day." You pulled her for a delicate kiss yet still trying to get as much as you could of her before parting for air.

"That night… You ran into my heart so carelessly, so abruptly… And…" You encouraged her to continue by caressing her cheek with affection. "And fuck… I'm glad I was wondering those streets at dawn for I met you and now I can't imagine a future where we don't belong together."

Kayn

It's not uncommon for you to feel overstimulated after having sex with Kayn. He's a passionate lover, his touches are almost desperate, his kisses are needy and fervent and he's not at all ashamed to admit that he loves to break you whenever the mood allows.

That said, the aftercare he usually provides you is to try to meet your needs as best he can.

He always cleans you with soft towels while you regain enough energy to get up and take a shower. He'll usually bring you water or some other drink of your choice or even something for you to eat, if that's what you want.

Some of the comments about the marks he's capable of leaving on your body are made to tease you, because he knows you get embarrassed. And if there's anything as good as having you under him, completely under his control, it's seeing the way you behave when you're embarrassed.

"You're mine." He whispered against your neck before returning to suck it, finishing the last mark of the night.

"Kayn… This is going to be hard to hide."

"That's the point." He fell beside you, pulling your body against his. "Do you want me to make you a hot chocolate in a little while?"

"You're trying to distract me from the fact that you marked me in every way possible today."

"Maybe, but… A hot chocolate would be nice right now, wouldn't it?" He kissed your shoulder before chuckling softly.

Viktor

Already posted this as an alone work, but wanted to add here as well.

He's the kind of guy who cares about your well-being before, during, and after you have sex.

It's not uncommon for him to stay with your body cuddled against his while your heavy breathing and overstimulation slowly fade away.

Cuddles, words of reassurance, slow and affectionate kisses, massages wherever you may be sore and a relaxing bath together after sex are essential for him to show you how absurdly perfect and important you are to him.

One of the greatest proofs of love that Viktor can show you is to sleep next to you (always after you, due to his protective instinct) and stay by your side all night, making sure to still be with you when you wake up, even if he has countless responsibilities and unfinished projects.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good morning, Vitya." His fingers stroked your hair as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

"Thank you for yesterday. You were absolutely perfect." A certain embarrassment took over you at the compliment, making you hide your face against his neck, inhaling that welcoming scent.

"Maybe I'll have to drag you out of your lab more often." You murmured.

Yone

He cares about you a lot, that's the essence of him as your partner. You always come first and even though you insist that he deserves to let himself be vulnerable and be taken care of by you, Yone prefers to provide you with everything you need before thinking about himself.

He carefully checks to see if he left any marks on you that might be sore later, apologizing as he gently kisses the marked spots.

Usually you stay silent after sex, just enjoying each other's company and warmth.

Every single time Yone caresses your hair until you relax enough to sleep and occasionally murmurs an "I love you" when he thinks you've already fallen asleep.

"I love you so much." He murmured against your hair.

"I love you so much too, Yone." You whispered back, snuggling even closer against his chest.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I want to enjoy this moment with you a little longer. It's been so long since…" Your voice voice went quiet.

"Yes, I know." His hand rested on your thigh, caressing it. "But I'm here now and I'll never leave your side again."

Other works of mine:

https://www.tumblr.com/sidemari/770889163155357696/love-hurts?source=share (Viktor x Fem!Reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/sidemari/770262867164512256/reunited?source=share (Viktor x Fem!Reader)

https://www.tumblr.com/sidemari/770344104203862016/hii-ur-smut-is-scrumptious-can-you-do-size?source=share (Jinx x Fem!Reader)

Songs I've been inspired by to write this work:

The Cure - Lovesong

Pearl Jam - Black

Dream, Ivory - Welcome and goodbye

The Neighborhood - A little death

[heartofbusan]

Jikook inspire so many people to believe in the kind of love songs are written about.

The kind of love found in books and movies and art.

Love is such a simple yet powerful emotion. Can it really be just a feeling? Sometimes, it's so powerful, it can barely be contained in one's body, thrumming to the surface, making your hair stand up, your cheeks blush, and your body to become like a magnet. The pull of the moon is strong between them.

They've been given a gift, really, and they share it with us. Keep it safe 🥹💜💛

-

I loved reading this thread. It's a compilation of people realizing...

Because you can't deny what's happening right in front of your salad.

What was your moment?

Mine was GCFT. I work in film, and I know how much time and effort goes into making any video, be it short or long. This was a labor fueled by love.

Any video is born from an idea, a spurt of inspiration that transforms into concrete steps and actions. Jungkook constructed the narrative by, first of all, bringing along the camera. Maybe even while planning the trip. He consciously turned his lens towards his subject, his muse, by placing said subject in a variation of wide shots, the 'Tokyo' of the title becomes the backdrop of the narrative: a young man, enjoying his freedom in Tokyo.

The close ups always get me. First, the Jimin we see glancing around his shoulder in the tunnel leading towards the plane. He's in 'disguise', hiding his appearance, hunched over a bit. Hiding, but unable to keep up appearances, he busts a funny move when he catches Jungkook looking at him. This is the beginning of his transition. The shedding of a layer.

Then, comes the silly faced Jimin, bathed in yellow light.

Here we see Jungkook's Jimin emerge.

Funny, yes, but more importantly, UNINHIBITED. Free. Guys, I'm crying again. Nobody puts GCFT in a corner because she needs to shine.

The golden light cast upon his face, and he emerged into his truest form.

😭😭😭😭

Almost at the end of gcft, we see the most beautiful of all the Jimin’s. He is free to laugh and be silly, free from control, his own, and others. And Jungkook is right there with him, catching him if he needs.

Also, Jungkook is immortalizing this moment. For Jimin to see: this is how I see you. This is how beautiful you are, to me too. Guys, really... I cannot. Drink water pls.

As I looked for stills I stumbled upon a THOROUGH analysis of GCF's videos that I sincerely recommend. Read it on this (hopefully) lazy Sunday. Thanks to @kanmom51 for reblogging it since OP deactivated 🤧

Wow. This started as a way to hype that first thread, and before I knew it, I spent an hour looking for pictures and stumbled upon that blog, and my lazy Sunday became a GCF rabbithole. 😃😃😃 I am normal, I swear.

Have a lovely day, my sweets, I admire all of you for supporting real love. For believing in romance, even if you haven't experienced it yourself, or if you lost it, or if you don't desire it at all. It's all good. Life is about growing into your truest form.

Jikook grew from separate branches, only to entagle with each other, and GCFT is proof.

[rwshfordgirl]

Can I request a fic where reader and Hector are uni roommates and she has a crush on him but she thinks he’s dating someone else cuz he keeps talking about a girl but turns out it’s his baby cousin and it’s angsty af but then fluffy af?

Thank u in advance and I really like your writing please keep feeding us mother 🛐

BABY COUSIN

all images were taken from pinterest.

a/n: I feel like I could have developed it more but I rewrote this fic twice lol but I have high expectations for the second part of it ;) thank you very much for the request and I'm happy to know that you like my work.

hope you like it!

Hector had just woken up from a nap when I saw him stopping in front of me at the kitchen counter. "Did you get much sleep?" He nodded and I smiled. "Hey, do you mind going to the grocery store for me today?" I glared at him before taking a sip of my juice "I don't mind, but did something happen?" He denied as he rubbed his eyes "I'm going to take my mother to see Lucia."

Lucia, a name I started hearing frequently four months ago. I remember well that when I moved into this apartment, on my first night he came home late and said he had just met her.

He visits her often, talks about her almost all the time, but I've never seen her. He's never shown me pictures of her and never brought her here.

It's strange because I feel jealous of him going out to someone I don't even know and it makes me a little upset knowing that Hector doesn't feel for me what I feel for him, but I can't force him to do or feel anything.

I already knew Fort before I came to live with him in the college accommodations, we were in the same year but in different classes at school and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'll never forget a mutual friend's birthday party we went to and while playing spin the bottle, I ended up giving him my first kiss.

But we were never close, not even after the kiss. And time passed, we changed schools and I only remembered the kiss we had shared. I didn't imagine that I would have a falling out with my old roommate and be forced to change accommodation at the beginning of the third semester. I also didn't imagine that boys and girls could live in the same apartment, much less that Hector goes to college here. And he seemed so happy to have me as a roommate.

And I found myself again at twelve years old, in love with Hector. He managed to improve what was already good, every day more beautiful, every day more thoughtful, more funny and more special. Lucia is lucky.

"Oh, is she okay?" I asked politely, trying to hide something strange I felt and didn't know what it was.

"Yes, but my mother really wants to see her and so do I, to be honest." He smiled at me. "Have a nice trip then." I said as I walked towards the kitchen exit "See you later."

I left the apartment with only one thought in mind. "I have to forget about Hector." even though it's impossible since I share an apartment with him. But I went to the market praying that someone as perfect as him would appear in my path.

But it was the return home that left me completely in shock, in the notification bar of my cell phone it appeared that there was a message from Hector, a photo. I opened it, maybe I was going to see Lucia for the first time.

I stopped in front of the building, bags on the floor and my mouth open. Lucia is a baby, Lucia is a beautiful baby. My God. Lucia is a baby. I laughed nervously while mentally cursing myself for being jealous of a baby.

I went home, left the groceries in the kitchen and laid down on the couch, still in disbelief that Lucia was a baby. I felt relieved even though I knew that I would probably not confess my feelings to Fort now. But I kept wondering if at some point she had already mentioned that she was a baby and I hadn't paid attention.

I laughed at myself while opening again the photo he had sent, in the caption "Lucia.❤️" and in the photo he was holding her on his lap while smiling at her. I think I would melt if I saw this in person.

The sound of the front door opening made me jump off the couch and put my phone aside. Hector approached me smiling. "Did you see the picture of me and Lucia?" he asked. "Yes, you two are very cute! But you didn't mention that she was a baby." I told him "My baby cousin." he replied "Your baby cousin?" Lucia continues to surprise me "Yes! She's four months old." I smiled "Hector, every time you talked about her I imagined a girl of our age." He laughed "But Lucia is such a cute baby, I want to meet her in person one day."

[crowsofdarkness]

a little part three to my Professor!Bucky word vomit below the cut. let's be honest, this is going to be a little word vomit series that will keep continuing.

your soft knocks sound heavy on the thick wood of Professor Barnes office door. you shift on your feet, waiting for his gruff "come in" to grant you entry. As soon as you step inside his office, you knew that you were irrevocably fucked.

Professor Barnes sat at his Mahagony desk with his hair now pulled back in a bun, his glasses slightly askew on his face, his pink and full lips caught between his teeth while he was grading papers. As soon as his bright eyes met yours, he motioned for the chair across from his desk.

"Feeling better?"

You gave a meek nod, slowly sitting in the chair. "Yes. Sorry for leaving the lecture."

He waved you off before pushing away from the desk to rise to his full height. Professor Barnes towered over you as he moved around the desk to stand in front of you. Your name sounded heavenly on his lips as he handed you a packet.

"No need to apologize. These are the lecture notes from today. Make sure to study because there will be a quiz next class."

All you could do was nod while stuffing the packet into your bag. How had he not made any mention of your night together in the bar bathroom? Was it not memorable for him? Because it was for you. All you could think about was the mind-bending orgasm he gave you with his tongue between your legs.

Said tongue was now wetting those pink full lips, making you squirm in your seat. There was a wetness in your panties and your cunt was practically begging for some kind of attention.

Soon. When you get back to your apartment.

"Anything else?" You asked, not daring to look at those bright eyes that seemed to have honed in on your own lips.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were kind of hurt he never said anything about your night together. Maybe you were easily forgettable. It bruised your ego so all you wanted to do was go home to hide away from him until next class.

He spoke your name again, sending a shockwave straight to your pussy, and felt a warm leather glove grip your chin to force you to look at him. Heat engulfed your entire body from his touch, and you could vaguely smell the leather as it lingered underneath your nose. Even after you met his gaze, he refused to let go.

"Do you want to know what I can't stop thinking about? Even when I should be teaching?"

It seemed as if he took your ability to speak with his grip so all you could do was shrug.

"Every time I look at you in class, all I can picture is how you looked down on your knees for me in the bar bathroom and how bad I want to see that sight again," his warm breath fanned over your lips as he bent close to you.

Your heart lurched into your throat, and once again, a shock of warmth shot straight through you now.

"Do you want that, Y/N? Hm?" Professor Barnes questioned, now grazing a thumb over my bottom lip.

You swallowed thickly, now finding your voice, albeit quietly. "W-we can't. You're my professor. We could get in trouble."

Something flashed in his eyes as a fox smile spread to his lips. "That's the excitement of it all. Don't you want to be a good girl for me?"

A mix between a whimper and a moan slipped between my lips only to be stuffed back inside by Professor Barnes' thumb. The taste of leather exploded inside of my mouth as I began sucking greedily on his thumb.

"Such a good girl. I can't wait to stuff my cock so far down your throat again you choke on it," he groaned, switching his thumb with two fingers. "You want that, don't you?"

You nodded eagerly while holding onto his wrist so he couldn't remove his hand.

"That's what I thought," he said, the sound of a zipper echoing in the small office.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Missing pieces

Bucky Barnes x Reader

After settling back into society, Bucky finds himself a new family.

Descriptions of night terrors forced upon Bucky. PTSD struggles. I'm uneducated about the mentioned medications and their effects. Not beta'd I finished this at 1am last night so I apologize for any missed typos.

After Wakanda Bucky had finally started to reinsert himself into society. With help from Sam, annoyingly frequent therapy sessions and his own amend-making he felt like he was doing well enough if he said so himself.

Getting rid of his long hair with help from Sarah took a huge weight off his shoulders as well. The long locks no longer shadowed his face and had him jump in panic at the sight of his own reflection.

He did still hide his arm from view, unsure how people would respond to it. Even though he himself didn't associate the new sleek black and gold arm with his past, he wasn't comfortable enough to have it on display.

Not even now, as he sat at the diningtable with with the woman he now dared to call his partner, or girlfriend, and her three judgemental teenage kids.

Triplets, he had learned. Two girls and a boy.

They all liked him now, all four people he shared the table with, and he felt welcome. Something he had only ever felt in Wakanda and eventually with Sam's family as well. It felt good.

It felt so good, he wanted to stay with her and stay happy forever. Because he did feel genuinely happy.

Until the nightmares came back.

Bucky had blamed them on a variety of things, none of them really making sense on second thought but he ignored those thoughts.

What he couldn't ignore was the clawing at the back of his eyes and the voice in his head trying to talk to him. He could never seem to make out the words.

He sat at the diningtable again, his phome laid out in front of him after having stayed in bed for so long he missed everyone leaving for work or school.

His phone sat ready for the call button to be pressed, Shuri's picture staring back at him as he smiled fondly at the memory for a second before the dread of having to admit to her that something was wrong with him took over once more.

With a deep, grounding breath he pressed call. The line rang as the timer counted the seconds until she answered.

"Barnes, friend, what can I do for you? It's been a while!" She knew Bucky wouldn't call just to see how she was doing. He wasn't that kind of person. Besides, if he did want to, he'd text.

It was best to just rip the bandaid off.

"Something's wrong with me." The line fell quiet for a moment before Shuri spoke up.

"Words, Bucky. I can't read your mind through the phone. Even Wakandan tech isn't that advanced." God, he loved her for always having some smart comment ready to lighten his anxiety.

"You said you freed me from him.. He's trying to talk to me, I keep hearing him in thr back of my mind. It feels like he's clawing at the back of my eyeballs but I can't figure out what he's saying. The nightmares are back, too. Always the same one.."

Shuri listened, giving an occasional hum to let Bucky know she was getting everything he shared.

Bucky told her about the Winter Soldier's tone, what was around him when he'd show up to maybe figure out a trigger. Bucky also shared about his nigntmare aa well as he could without talking himself into a panic attack. He shared how he felt like he was back in the Soldier's body, not his own but still entirely aware. The wires going into his prosthetic and the heavy shock collar that woke him up whenever his dream-self would disobey orders.

He shared how he was forced to watch something. A woman in labor, he never saw her face. She was restrained on a medical bed surrounded by doctors and equipment, straining as she was having her baby. Babies, sometimes. It differed, depening if his body behaved. Whenever he'd do as much as flinch or pull his chains too harsh he'd get shocked and woke up from the torment.

His voice trembled as he recalled the nightmares returning the second he fell asleep whenever he hadn't made it to a certsin part. It felt like his mind needed him to remember, for whatever reason it was.

Bucky was so lost in thought he hadn't even realized he had company.

"I can offer you some meds, for your head."

The sudden third voice coming from behind him almost sent him over the edge of the already impending panic attack.

"H.. how much did you hear?" Bucky sat half turned in the chair, staring wide eyed at Gabriel, your oldest son, who was holding out a strip of pills for the older man.

"Enough to know you will absolutely benefit from those." Gabe could see the lingering shock in Bucky's eyes and decided to not yet drop the other obvious thing in the room and instead keep on rambling to distract him.

"Trust me, these may kick in a bit slow, but at least they help you fall asleep with a quiet mind instead of your brain wondering if snails have feelings the second you lie down." He watched Bucky face scrunch in confusion. "They also make sure you wake up without the urge to stick a fork in the electrical outlet."

"You deal with all of that?" Bucky's initial worry had left the building at how Gabriel described his issues. Gabriel only shrugged, it was all normal for him.

"I can't just take anyone's meds whenever my head acts weird. Besides, I don't think our issues come from the same place." Bucky had turned back to sit in his chair properly while Gabriel rummaged around the kitchen, making coffe for them both, entirely unphazed by the very old man staying in his home.

It was Gabriel's casualness around Bucky's accidental identity reveal though a phonecall and shortsleeved shirt that he decided his own apartment could survive one more day without him in it.

The two spent the whole day talking. Bucky truthfully answered questions, and Gabriel shared the struggles of his family that he believed the older man could relate to.

Struggles like his sister Ava, who barely spoke and once threw a guy agross a room without breaking a sweat after bullying her for months. Or their youngest brother Michael who to everyone else seemed like the most normal of the bunch, a simple, easily bored guy, who was really the smartest of the bunch. No need for books after one quick read and in every advanced placement class the school had to offer. But all of that was came with the worst social life. No friends besides his siblings and the occasional stranger to chat about topics with online.

Gabriel kept some details to himself, in the end there were things not his place to share. Intel he had and kept hidden from his siblings because he was just too curious one day and dug too deep into the wrong end after one too many emotional breakdowns at his mother talking through her night terrors. It wasn't something they should be worrying about either.

Time passed and eventually the two were so deep into conversarion they barely registered the remainder of the household coming home, starting with the two siblings who darted to their rooms in an instant, followed by her.

Mom, girlfriend, who entered wordlessly and strolled into the livingroom expecting to find it empty but instead rounding the corner and seeing Gabriel, and "Bucky?"

Both turned to face her direction. Bucky turning to look over his left shoulder, arm casually slung over the backrest to get a better look at his girlfriend coming home. He was all sweet smiles excited to see her again, until he realized his mistake. The sheer panic in her eyes broke his heart as he quickly retracted his arm, trying to hide it behind the couch but the damage was already done and Gabriel was on his feet and on his way to support his mother.

Except she swatted his hand away without a second thought, backing up into the dining table and almost tripping on her own feet. "Why didn't you text me? Gabe?"

The wide eyed stare did nothing to hide her fear. Fear that faded into emptiness.

It was that same emptiness she fell into sometimes when she just got her new medication and forgot to take it in time.

'Falling back into memories.' was what the doctors had called it when they explained how people with PTSD would sometimes have episodes of reliving traumatic experiences inside their head. That was the clearest description they could give to a bunch of scared kids who had to watch their mom become this shell of a person out of nowhere.

"Gabe, talk to me. What's going on with her? Why does she disappear like that?" Bucky was on his feet, ready to lead her to the couch and sit her down but his moves were quickly shut down.

"Look, I think I know where she is right now, and it's a bad memory. I'll get her back, I used to be the one doing it all the time before until she finally got taking her medication into her routine. Just.. don't look her in the eyes. She's probably gonna be terrified of you."

"Sorry.." Gabriel quicky added before he set into his routine of getting his mother back like clockwork.

In the meantime two curious heads had shown up near the entryway, dead silent as they watched and observed. Neither knew why their mom went quiet after so long of doing fine. They knew to keep quiet so they watched as she slowly came back and started mumbling at their older brother.

Without looking in her direction Bucky focused on her words.

Soft pleas to make it stop, calling out for nurses, pain and tiredness until she went quiet again for a minute.

"Hey mom, what's for dinner?" Gabriel's voice called out not as loud as he usually would but still mimicing the simple tone of the daily annoying question of every teenager ever. The most normal everyday sentence that would always have her snap right back.

And she did, with a deep intake of breath she blinked rapidly and turned to face her son. "Oh! Eh.. Didn't I take food out of the freezer this morning?" She turned to face the kitchen and passed two curious faces in the process that immediately informed her of what had happened. With a sigh she turned back in her seat, catching something in the corner of her eye and settling once more on Bucky. This time without falling into a panic, but she still stiffened in her chair. While he wasn't looking at her, she still saw enough of him. His eyes, that were just a little too blue to be natural.

His hair. It was short and clean but it matched. And the arm. It was no longer silver and missing the red star but it was still there out in the open now instead of hidden under many layers of clothing.

He had succesfully hidden it from her for so long. Not sleeping in bed with her, never taking up the offers to shower.

"Soldier.."

That was Gabriel's que. He nodded over his siblings to come sit with their mom while he scurried off and came back with a blue file folder in his hands. He apologized as he handed it off, letting their mother see things she never knew about herself. Or, more about her children.

The stamps in the corner of the copied and reprinted documents sent a chill down her spine.

"Where did you get this? How, why?" With every word read more questions bubbled up, down to the second she had turned two, three pages over and slammed the whole thing shut. Papers dropped and scattered over the floor as she stared back at the man on her couch with--

Bucky couldn't make out the look on her face. She didn't speak either but at least she was still breathing evenly now.

"Here." A single piece of paper was held in front of Bucky's face. The only one needed to suddenly clear up a whole lot of confusion.

It wasn't that Gabriel knew from the second their mom brought Bucky home, he had no clue either. It wasn't until earlier this morning when he walked in on him and saw his arm that it all clicked and he suddenly understood why this guy was the one she was so sure about.

'I don't know what it is, really. It feels natural, you know? The other guys were all dating apps and forced evenings at the bar. With Bucky it was like a neon sign that screamed YES and he's so sweet he has to like me the same way, I won't believe any other explaination.'

Gabriel kept his eyes on Bucky who read every word on the page out loud with trembling hands and voice.

"Your head's all fucked because of me?" Bucky looked from Gabriel to Ava. "You have traces of my serum. Your strenght and anger issues are mine. And you," Michael crossed his arms, still partially hidden behind his sister. "I guess you got lucky getting the fast learning side effects."

Despite the bomb that was just dropped he smiled, not that his other half could see him. At least he now knew what the Soldier had tried to tell him. He knew the woman but the connection between him and Bucky was so weak these days he couldn't let him know, but it seemed his feelings were strong enough to go through.

Carefully he raised his head to look at the woman he prayed still considered them partners.

"I.. I swear I didn't know it was you they--" She didn't dare to finish her sentence.

"Neither did I. I'm missing a lot of memories. Turns out that, he," Bucky wiggled the fingers of his vibranium hand to make his point. "does remember you and tried to tell me."

Gabriel had by now plucked the paper from Bucky's hand and offered it to Ava and Michael, knowing it was easier for now to have them read it for themselves than to have either parent say the words out loud.

With news shared amd hunger on no one's minds the evening faded into night quietly. All kids retreated to their rooms as well as mom while Bucky opted for the couch. He had offered to leave but none of the kids let him. They all believed their mom just needed to sleep on the revelation and she'd be more open to talk in the morning.

Bucky woke up to the sound of her voice the next day. He listened to her calling in sick before waving off the kids leaving for school.

The second the door closed he sat up, carefully looking her way as she gave him the smallest wave of her hand while walking out of view into the kitchen. Against his better judgement Bucky moved and met her by the coffeemaker where, to his surprise, she was preparing two mugs.

"I'm happy, for them." were the first words that she shared with him. "They need a dad, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still head over heels for you. I needed a moment to think and last night I realized that I didn't care that I never got a choice. I love my kids and I--" She paused right on time to catch the words on her tounge before they slipped out.

She handed her his coffee, her fingers brushing his metal ones. "No I- I love my kids, and I love you, Bucky."

Bucky lowered his drink before he had a chance to take a sip. "Even after all of this?" He held up his prosthetic arm once again and watched her nod in agreement. Excited even, if he had to admit.

It all still felt weird to him. A family and people telling him they loved him in a way that wasn't how his friends said it.

"I love you too. And eh, so does he. He has for a while aparently. Turns out that's where the new nightmares came from." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, trying to hide his face behind the mug in his hand but failing miserably.

"So, you're moving in now, right?" She started all nonchalant. "And you're officially banned from sleeping on the couch."

He couldn't keep the awkward smile off his face that was now turning darker shades of red at each of her words.

Yeah, there was no way he was going back to his apartment anymore after he went and moved over his minimal amount of possessions.