#i cant believe we're so close to the finish line

[dragonagelesbian]

Episode 11 of IFYLITA

I don't have any deep feelings or analysis this week. I've had a terrible week. I'm exhausted. I'm questioning my future (or lack thereof). I miss my girlfriend, who I haven't seen in over a month. This episode makes me miss her like a limb.

This episode was so sweet...it was so gentle. It knew we were all fragile, and it held our hands through the pain. Like Jom, it smiled while saying goodbye. Only one more episode left, really. One last time with Jom and Yai.

I cried the entirety of the last 15 minutes of the episode, even though I'd read the novel and knew it was coming. It's so bittersweet; having to leave just after the dust has settled. Having to say goodbye when you've barely started to live.

But this episode highlighted just how much Jom, Yai and everyone else has grown. Jom caused ripples, he changed lives. He made friends and those friends changed lives. They changed his life. These are not props to his story, they are his story. His community. His friends. His lover. His allies. Even FK has become someone who lovingly waves goodbye. Even Prik tears up when watching him dance with the man he loves.

I've been following IFYLITA on air since the first episode. Just like Yai, I'm not ready to say goodbye. I'm not ready to leave 1928, to leave Ming, to leave Maey, to leave even Hope! But sometimes you must leave. And you have no choice. But what a beautiful time it was.

The music when Jom was drawing, and the final letter broke me. They love each other so selflessly. They want nothing but the other's happiness. They have created love where there was tension and unfairness. They deserve better.

But this is what they got. This is what they have. And, truly, we are all so beautifully lucky to get to fall in love, even for a little while.

I'm not ready for next week. I'm crying right now.

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way: Chapter 8

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, and both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

I wanna add we're really heavy on the birth/pregnancy, forced birth, choking, domestic violence, threats of hanging and murder. Can't say I didn't warning yuh (unless i missed a warning of course. then please let me know so i cant edit ASAP) Like this is a rough chapter, a lot of violence to a pregnant woman. but I wanna say right now...

The baby will not be harmed in anyway. Baby will be born healthy, and live and have a good life in both the main ending and alt ending.

5k words (sorry not sorry lol)

Also to clarify a few things I guess i didn't make clear enough in previous chapters!

Joel only 'guessed' that Tommy and LO slept together. He had suspicions but thought he could trust Tommy and his 'girlfriend'. When LO rushed to stop Joel from hurting Tommy, that was his 'evidence'. Joel was beating Tommy because he found out about Maria.

Joel only heard part of the conversation between Zach and Little One. Nick said way back in chapter 3 the wall are thinner than she thinks. He didn't know Lorenzo had any part of it, and because LO didn't rat him out, he never will.

Thats my bad for not being clear!

Can you catch the Superstore homage? (aka i rewatched two episodes just to take it line for line lol)

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Month 3

No one warned you about morning sickness. 

You knew fuck all about sex before you came to Joel’s, just a thing or two from your friend back at the ranch and how to get a man off with your mouth or hands, but pregnancy and birth was next to nothing. You didn’t even know how pregnancy happened really, other than a penis in a vagina until you asked Tommy early on if you were going to get pregnant. After a very uncomfortable talk for both of you, Tommy explained that Joel told him he pulls out, so you should be good… Lorenzo said you can still get pregnant that way, but thinking back to the night Joel almost killed Tommy and you… Joel finished inside… the timing added up. 

Pregnancy and birth were entirely unknown to you, and you wished someone would just give you a heads up. Joel had a daughter and no doubt had been through at least once pregnancy, and Lorenzo had mentioned 4 of his 6 older sisters got pregnant before leaving the house… something about no sex education, men too old for them, and their religion not believing in birth control or abortion… but you didn’t know what half those words meant, and after Lorenzo mercilessly made fun of you for days about not knowing Joel’s song for you was actually a very famous song, you didn’t dare ask him about the words, or anything with pregnancy. You didn’t want to ask Joel either, not wanting to give away how terrified you were, not wanting him to think you didn’t want to… But you did! You did want this baby, you reminded yourself again and again and again, because Joel was good to you, Joel took care of you, Joel would care for this baby too. You’d be bound to him, and he’d never get tired of you this way, and he wouldn’t hurt the mother of his child, right?

The birth was something you tried not to think about.

So here you were, puking your gut out before you even had breakfast and Joel held your hair back.

“Shhh, shhhhhhh” he coo’d and you heaved, yellow bile and acid coming up from inside you since the little food in your stomach from dinner had been thrown up 5 minuets ago.

With a final spit into the toilet, you sink back and Joel wipes your mouth for you. “I think that’s it.” You mutter, and Joel carries you into your shared bedroom, laying you down with the care of an infant before kissing your forehead. 

“Don’t worry about breakfast, little one. I don’t need anything this morning.” He says before kissing your cheek. But you were worrying about breakfast, because you wanted it… but the only way you’d be getting food is if you made it. Tommy wasn’t here to care for you anymore. “I’ll be gone until the evening, what's for dinner?”

The thought of cooking, the thought of raw meats and the strong smells of spices made you want to vomit again. “I dunno…”

“I think a few of them chickens is ready to be butchered, you ever made chicken parmesan? We got that cheese I brought back yesterday, you could make something like that.”

You groan a bit, exhausted and tired despite being only 3 months in. You didn’t sleep at all last night, nightmares of the past and the future plaguing you. He knew that you didn’t sleep, you had told him… “Joel I can’t, the butchering, I feel so-”

“I’ll make Lorenzo do it.” He promises. “Chicken parmesan it is then?” He decided for you. What he didn’t understand is it wasn’t just butchering a few chickens. To make chicken parm you need chicken breasts, not the rest of it. You didn’t waste meat, so Lorenzo kills (you could do it on a normal day, but not with your heightened smell) then you pluck, clean, Lorenzo butchers, then you have to separate the different parts and put them into hygienic storage and take them to the freezer locker, then thoroughly clean yourself, all the tools and surfaces (and Lorenzo) to prevent illness. It would take hours. But Joel didn’t see that, he only ever saw the food at the end of his day.

“Okay” You agree reluctantly, and he begins kissing your neck and groping you, no doubt wanting a quicky before a long day of unspeakable violence. “Joel, please, I don’t feel good.” You beg him not to, but you learned in the past that this never got far.

His morning breath wasn’t helping anything as he tugged down your shorts. “I’ll be quick.”

You knew what that meant. Joel slid into you with no prep, no lubrication, and it burned. The steady rocking was the last thing you needed right now, and with his head buried in your neck, you covered your mouth as the nausea took over. You threw up, but like everything the last several months, you just swallowed it down again to deal with when Joel was gone. When he came inside (wasn’t he worried about you getting pregnant again?) you quickly pull up your pants and run to the bathroom, pushing past Lorenzo no doubt on his way to babysitting duties with you. 

As he watched you run past and heard the sounds of throwing up, Lorenzo caught Joel’s arm as he brushed past. “Peppermint or ginger. Find it, whatever form it's in. Oils, drops, whatever. If you can find the leaves or the root we can make it into a tea. Just find it, it’ll help her nausea.”

Month 4

“Okay Lorenzo, I got a question for you, and you can’t make fun of me.” You say as you cook, the swell of your belly beginning to show now.

“No guarantees.” He says, sitting his drink. How did he find so much alcohol?

“Fine. Okay… when Joel and I have sex-”

He visibly cringed. “Since when do we talk about our sex lives?” 

“Renzo.”

“Fine, go on. But remember I’m not exactly an expert on female anatomy.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay. Well I told you he always pulls out right? Um… ever since I told him im pregnant… he doesn’t.”

Lorenzo waits for you to continue, but you don’t. You think that’s it. “What the problem?”

You continue to avoid looking at him, stirring the soup. “Well.. what if I get pregnant again?”

He stares at you like he’s trying to make sense of your question before the recognition sets in. “OH!” But before he explains what he means… his face shifts… theres something sad in there, a hint of pain in his eyes you only saw once, the face he had as he looked at you in disgust while Joel carried you from the bedroom to the bath while you were covered head to toe in spit and cum and period blood… was it pity? “Jesus kid… No one really taught you anything, did they?”

“C’mon, just tell me.”

Scrubbing his face, he sighed. “No, you can’t get pregnant while your already pregnant.”

Oh. “Wait… really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Ah. Okay then.”

There was a long, long silence before he spoke again. “If you got any other question about, like… pregnancy and birth… I can try and answer.”

Joel had been trying to find a doctor, a midwife, something for you… but it was slim pickings in Wyoming. 

Five minuets later, you were squealing, covering your ears, but laughing. “Ew! What the hell is a mucus plug! You know what, I don’t wanna-”

“IT’S A PLUG FULL OF MUCUS IN YOUR VAGINA WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?!?!” He yells loud enough to get past your attempt at blocking your ears. 

“NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH!!! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” But you still could.

“Honestly in the last month or two all kinds of weird things are gonna come out of you including but not limited to a very slimey and weird looking baby.”

You gasp, feigning indignance. “How dare you insult my unborn child!”

“It ain’t personal, sweetheart. All babies look ugly as fuck as newborns. Now, let’s get back to the gritty details.”

With a squeal, you try to run away. “No! I know enough!” But you’re laughing. It felt like you were messing around with Zach back in your childhood home. 

“My sister Elaina lost like 4 teeth.”

“AAAHHHHH!”

Month 5

Joel had finally found a midwife of sorts. Well, technically, Jack did, as it was his cousin. Maura had been a nurse in the birthing wing a short time before everything went to shit and had been helping women deliver babies ever since. Initially, she told Jack to keep his mouth shut. She hated Joel and didn’t want a thing to do with him, but when no one else showed up and you were in your 5th month, she relented, purely for the sake of the innocent kidnapped girl. 

“Put the fucking gun away, Joel.” She said as she entered your room, grabbing the barrel in Joel’s hands and pointing it to the floor. “Point that shit at me again and I’m not helping your child bride.” She stared him down, head tilted up only slightly to reach his eyes. If she was intimidated by Joel, she wouldn’t

Joel glared at her, but he didn’t have many options. “If you hurt her-”

“From what I hear, you’re doing enough of that yourself. Now, you stand up against the wall and watch if you want to, but don’t interfere, and do not try to intimidate me, understood?”

You watched in awe as she stood her ground… It had been months before you had done anything of the sort against Joel, only standing up to him when Tommy’s life was in danger. Joel gave a curt nod and she turn to approach where you lay, sat up against some pillows.

A gentle smile was on her face, but it was clear she was here for business. Still, her confidence and certainty put you at ease.

“My name’s Maura, I’ll be helping deliver this baby.” She was beautiful, with long black hair and a light smattering of freckles on her face, but got straight to the point. It was clear she knew what she was doing, asking you questions you hadn’t even thought of yet and examining you. When she was done, she stood up, looking at you, not Joel. “It seems despite the circumstances-”

Joel tried to interrupt. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean”

But Maura ignored him, keeping your attention with her bright brown eyes. “Despite the circumstances, everything appears to be progressing naturally, theres no cause for concern as of right now. But you need to keep things low stress.” It was then she turned to glare at Joel, to emphasize her point.

Maura said she’d be staying near-by and Joel was paying her a hefty price for her services. When you’d go into labor, Joel was to send a man on horse to fetch her, preferably Jack, but she warned she would armed, and she’d be there shortly.

That night, Joel held you close as you discussed baby names. 

“How about Loretta? Like that singer you liked?”

Joel hums, none commital. “I always liked Dorothy, we could call her Dolly as a nickname. I know you like Dolly Parton” Joel had been teaching you about old country music, and you certainly had a few favorites. Not knowing many women in general, your pool of girl names was not strong so you drew from singers he’d mentioned. 

You scrunch up your nose a bit at that. “I like Dolly, I don’t like Dorothy.”

“It was my grandmas name, I’d really like to name our daughter after her.” His voice had that tone to it, the one that left little room to argue, but you tried to push past Dorothy.

“Maybe June? Like June Carter?” You knew how particle he was to Johnny Cash, but also... that was the name of the only friend you had before Tommy.

“That’s beautiful, little one, June it is.” He smiles into your skin, and you think you’ve won, when he says. “Dorothy June.” 

He had already decided, and there was no real option to argue or change his mind. You’d just call her Dolly, then.

You had one thing you really, really wanted for boy name, and you desperately hoped you could get it, but you couldn’t tell him why. You didn’t want any more kids so this was your only shot. You hadn’t even wanted this one, but as your stomach swelled with life, motherly love came with it and you decided you’d make the best of the situation. The child inside you was your number one priority. “Okay, boys? I really like Caleab… It’s my favorite boy name…” You didn’t have to tell him that was Zach’s middle name.

“I like it, bebita.” 

You got what you wanted. You knew Joel was hoping for a girl, so you figured he was less particular on the boy name. 

“Got any ideas for the middle name?” You ask him.

“Nothing in mind, really. I’m open…” He kisses your neck.  “Anything you want?”

You keep quiet. The name you wanted… he’d never go for.

Joel pulled you closer, nuzzling his face against you as he whispered. “Ah. I see.” You freeze. Tommy hadn’t been so much as alluded to since he barely made it out alive and you thought for sure Joel would have a fit, and you began to prepare yourself to feel a hand wrapped around your throat… But he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed into your locks as he settled down for bed. “Caleb Thomas”

Month 6 

Lorenzo was getting on your fucking nerves today, and you were about to fling the frying pan, bubbling grease and all, at his face. 

“Will you shut up?”

“No, I’m not going to shut up because you are being fucking stupid!” Instead of his usual spot sitting at the kitchen table, he’s standing, arms crossed, in the doorway as you tried to get diner done. “I told you the first day, you are a dumb. Bitch.” he was drunk, three sheets to the wind and absolutely no filter.

“You have no fucking idea what I am! I am trying to fucking survive, Lorenzo, I am trying to keep myself and this baby-”

“You are playing housewife to a serial murder and a rapist!” He yells at you, clearly frustrated. “You are rewarding all the bad things he’s ever done you just give positive reinforcement-”

“Don’t fucking blame me! I’m not reinforcing the bad, I’m reinforcing the good!” You storm over to him, glaring Lorenzo down. “You have no fucking idea how bad things were! I used to dream about killing myself, about dying, about Joel finally snapping and doing it! I am doing the best in the conditions I have!”

“You could have left! You could have left with Zach and gone off with him for fucks sake!”

With a burst of anger you didn’t know was even in you anymore, you shove him, hard, causing the drunk to fall over. “You wanna know what he did last time I tried to run? He caught me within 10 minuets, dragged me back and chained me to this table-” You point at the table that you and Joel sit at most evenings now for diner. “And raped me in front of everyone, Lorenzo! Then he branded me and left me to be gang raped by all your little buddies here! And no one could stop him, not even Tommy! All Tommy could do is stand by and watch, and unchain me after Joel left before anyone could do anything more!”

Lorenzo was not deterred. “That’s my fucking point!”

“If I leave and he catches me, I am dead!”

Scoffing, Lorenzo rolls his eyes from where he’s slumped against the floor. “Yeah, that’s why”

Unsure how much more you can take from him, you motion him to continue.

“You just don’t wanna admit you fell in love with your rapist.”

That was enough. You begin to walk away from him, but he follows after you. 

“What about when you give birth, huh? What kind of father is he going to be? Are you going to stand by while he beats your kids?”

“SHUT UP!” You scream, still walking away. 

“And what if you have a daughter? You just gonna let him molest her like your dad-”

You wipe around so fast you don’t even have time to blink. “No, Joel isn’t like that.” 

Lorenzo laughs at you, cruel and loud. “You are 20 years younger than him, he raped you! You really think he’s above-”

“YES! He will not hurt her like that!”

“And if you have a son? Do you really wanna raise a man like Joel? The kind of man who beats and rapes innocent girls?”

Tears prickle at your eyes now, a terrible tightness in your chest bubbling with stomach bile. “N-no, that’s not gonna happen, I won’t let-”

“Oh, because you’ve had so much choice the last year, havn’t you. Sooooo much control.”

“I won’t.” You shake your head vigorously. “I won’t let anything happen to my baby, Joel won’t hurt them.”

“So, say he doesn't. You really gonna raise a kid here? Half the men here would’ve raped you, given the chance! You really think your child is safe here?”

You can’t argue with him when he’s right. But he doesn’t get it. Joel is good now, Joel protects you, Joel will protect the baby… Joel is gentle now… soft, kind… he thinks of you, he sings you songs… he plays music for you, he’ll be a good dad… You’ll be okay…

You shut down, going into autopilot. You don’t look at Lorenzo as you walk back to the kitchen to finish frying the chicken. Joel would be home soon.

Month 7

“JACK! GET MAURA!” Joel shouts as you groan on the bed, the tight contractions hurting.

“Joel, it hurts!” You call for him, and in a flash Joel is at your bedside, letting you squeeze his hand. 

“I know, little one, I know…” He pets your hair, having flashbacks to Sarah’s birth…. He wanted another girl so bad, but god, he just wanted a healthy baby and for his girl to make it out alive. Birth was dangerous in modern medicine, nonetheless a post-apocalyptic shitstorm. 

Lorenzo stood in the doorway, biting his nails. “You’re not due for another 8 weeks!”

Grunting through the pain, you let a rare bout of sarcasm slip. “Oh yeah, that’s right, never mind.”

“Could be false labor, you know? That’s called Braxton-Hicks contractions?” Lorenzo looked more nervous than you.

Joel ignored him. “It’s gonna be okay, Maura’s on her way and I think even out here 32 weeks is gonna be okay.” Joel wasn’t entirely sure about his own words. 32 weeks meant a premature baby, and pre-mature usually meant NICU… but there was no NICU to go to… if the babies lungs were under developed or anything like that, there were no options. 

Lorenzo was chewing through his nails enough to draw blood. “Or maybe it’s Braxton-Hicks”

At that, Joel finally acknowledges Lorenzo. “Okay, we get it, you know the term Braxton-Hicks, we’re all very impressed.”

“AHHHHHHH” You yell, wishing to get there was something for the pain.

Lorenzo wouldn’t shut up. “Okay, contractions are getting longer, that means your in active labor?”

“Her water hasn’t broke yet!” 

“Is she dilated?”

“Does it look like her pants are off to you?”

“Well check!”

“I don’t know how to tell! Weren’t you bragging last month you helped your sister give birth in a Walmart?”

“That doesn’t mean I know how to check if she’s dilated!”

“You know more than me!”

“I’m not sticking my fucking face between legs!”

“Oh, because you’re gay you’re suddenly scared of vagina’s?”

“What are you talking about?”

“So you’d rather let her just die?”

“DIE? Joel she’s not gonna die because I’m not looking at her fucking cu-”

“GUYS” you shout, causing both to turn and look at you. “The contractions stopped.”

There’s a moment of silence before Lorenzo speaks. “Oh. Huh. That’s uhhh… Braxton-Hicks I guess. False labor.”

As Joel kissed you that night, sex was the last thing you wanted, but you knew there was no point in fighting it.

Joel sucked on your throat, already bruised with dark marks from the night before, now sore and aching with new licks and bites, his hands roaming to expanse of skin presented before him. Gripping, feeling, pinching, tugging, some things felt good, some hurt, but that didn’t matter. He’d get you off, he always did, at night anyway, but you knew sometimes he just liked to feel you, feel what he owned.  The pain is mine. Your cries are mine, your cunt is mine. And if you bleed? Your blood is mine.

Your belly round and swollen with child, he could not hardly keep his hand off it, every time his hand traveled to explore, it quickly found itself returning to its home, never wanting to miss a kick. He slithered down, nestling his face between your legs and devouring your pussy the way he did your neck, the way he did every piece of you, body and soul and until there was nothing left but this subservient version of you, weak and obedient to his hands. He lapped you up, skilled tongue exploring through your folds only pausing to nibble at the soft skin of your thighs or kiss the round stomach above him. He felt extra possessive today, a desperate, anxious way about him as he devoured you so hungrily you wondered if he intended to eat you, swallow you whole to keep you with him forever; a communion, and you were the eucharist, a matrimony of cannibalism. 

You wanted to tug at his hair, you wanted to entangle yourself in him but your belly was in the way, so you simply laid back and enjoyed as he tongue fucked you, prodding at your entrance, his hands on the globe where your child waits to be born.

“Fuck, Joel, need you, need to cum, please.”

You beg for him, plead, and he devours. Joel knows you love when his perfect, plus lips such at your mound and your clit with long fingers fingering into you, and you yelp when they curl up and hit that spot inside you. “Keep moaning, little one, let me hear you.”

You obliged. Sometimes you wondered how sick everyone in the house was of hearing you, but they weren’t the ones you needed to please; pleasing Joel kept you alive.

“I need you inside me, please” Nudging him with your leg as you cry for his cock. “Joel, I gotta have you inside me, I need to cum on your cock, please? Please, Joel-”

A wet, sloppy sound as he detached from you, and his eyes looked just as hungry as he acted while he crawled up. “You beg so pretty, little one, such a pretty little cock whore.”

But you didn’t have time for his talking, you needed him inside you, now; the hormones of the pregnancy had a mind of their own. You take a chance and push him down, watching Joel smile as you straddle his waist. “God, I just- just need you.”

“The take me, little one, take me” 

You cry out as you sink down onto him, feeling your cunt split on him. “Fuuuck!” Sobbing, you take him fully and begin to fuck yourself on him.

“Just like that, pretty girl, fuck, taking me so well, gonna have you all stretched out to have this baby, huh? Gonna give me a child, little girl? A baby of our own? Fuck, fuck you look so pretty like this, swollen with my child, stretching your stomach as I stretch your cunt, fucking perfect, my perfect wife.”

Wife.

Wife.

Wife?!

You knew Joel was delusional… but fuck, Lorenzo was right… you were playing house wife. Joel thought of you as his wife… 

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, again, and again, keep you constantly knocked up, make our happy little family, you and me and a dozen little kids running around, FUCK, our family, our family.”

You continued the pace, you couldn’t falter, you couldn’t slow down, you couldn’t hesitate; you couldn’t give any sort of reason for him to think you didn’t want this…

But it suddenly struck you

You were trapped. Joel trapped you with a baby, knowing you’d need him to protect it, knowing you’d never leave your child… and now he was going to keep you pregnant. You could never leave with 5,6,7 kids, it would be impossible. 

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock little one, just little that…” Joel reached out to touch you, roughly manhandling your tits that were swollen and engorged.

You begin to cry, but that wouldn’t give away anything for Joel; he fucking loved that shit.

One hand on your breast, one on your clit. “Cry on my cock, baby girl, cry when you cum.”

You did, you sobbed as you came, your body betraying the horrors you felt at his hands.

Month 8

“Hey Joel? Can I talk to you about something?”

You had to do it. You had to. And it had to be now. You two had fucked less than half an hour ago and he was currently eating your food, humming contently. He was always lovey-dovey after sex, and was always much happier after food… The pair didn’t line up often, so now was your chance. 

“What’s on your mind, little one? Nervous about being a mother? You’ll be a great mom; I just know it.” He smiled at you with puppy dog eyes, looking up from his plate, and you couldn’t help smiling back, not when he showered you with compliments.

“Well… you’ve said before you wanted lots of kids… but we… well this little baby was an accident.”

“A miracle, not an accident.” Joel corrected you. You didn’t see how conceiving a child the night he was threatening to blow your brains onto a wall for sleeping with his brother if you didn’t shoot said-baby’s uncle was a miracle… but you digress

“Right. Well… we never really talked about more kids… and although I’m over the moon about this baby, I did initially not want to have it.” Joel’s face began to darken, but you powered through. “Maybe we could see how we feel about one kid after a few years before thinking about-”

Joel slammed down his silverware. “What are you trying to say.”

But you freeze. This was a bad idea, you needed to placate immediately, you needed to calm him down. “N-nothing, Joel, just thinking out loud.”

He stood up, a deadly, blank stare on his face, so far removed from the adoration as he bestowed kisses on your ever-growing belly. Joel walked around the table, standing behind you and placing firm hands on your shaking shoulders, leaning into your ear. 

“You say’n you don’t want my kids? Don’t wanna be their mama? You don’t wanna be my wife?”

“No, no that’s not-” But you don’t get a chance to finish, his hand is wrapped around your throat and insane strength pulling you up and out of the chair, the wooden furniture toppled to the side in a loud clatter. He slams the back of your head against the drywall, you’re toes barely touch the ground; struggling to breath, you claw at his hand, but he doesn’t even blink.

The panic begins to set it.

“YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE! YOU DO NOT GET TO MAKE CHOICES!” He screams, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as a few men hesitantly gather, like vultures waiting on the next piece of deadmeat. You couldn’t see who, but it didn’t matter. Even the good ones couldn’t intervene.

Joel’s face was suddenly right in front of yours. “Everything you have, any freedom, any luxuries, any power you think you have is because I have given it to you.” Black spots appeared, your vision blurring, sinking into the unknown and god, did it feel sweet. Was it finally over? “I bought you, I own you, you have no rights! You are nothing! You are nothing but a toy for me to play with, a breeding bitch and you should be so lucky to sit at my table!”

He let go, but as you gasped for breath, Joel yanked at your hair and patched you across the room, not letting go of his grasp on you as you flung into the counter. What he didn’t know, what he could never understand was how the handle of the draw rammed into the brand on your side. Suddenly, all sense, all rational went out the window, and you were violently thrust back to last year as he burned his initials into your skin. The flashbacks were triggered, and the result was nothing short of hysteria. You cry out for the only person who would step in.

“TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMYYYY” You scream, the fact Tommy was miles away didn’t matter, nor did the fact this would only anger Joel more. This didn’t matter; you wanted him, no one but him, and all sense was knocked out of you.

Joel pulls you up by your hair and slaps you hard enough that you taste blood and screams at you to not say Tommy’s name, but you can’t stop, you scream and scream and scream for him to come save you and your baby, the precious little life inside you that has never done anything wrong. 

You fight and claw and panic, hysterics drowning out the one or two voices telling Joel to stop; who they belonged to, you couldn’t say. 

Joel stopped listening, and the voices grow louder as Joel drags you, kicking and screaming, outside; rope and a chair in his hand, your hair in the other, and Joel walked with long strides to a tree outside.

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YEEEEEEESSSSHHHHHHHHHHH Cliiiiiff hanger, hanging from a cliiiiiiffff thats why he's caaaaallled, Cliff Hangers!

Who else used to watch Inbetween The Lions? Anyway.

Who wanna guess what happens!

Only two chapters left!

For the sake of credit, if you didn't find the superstore reference or dont watch the show, most of the dialogue between Joel and Lorenzo and LO was between Amy and Jonah from two birth related episodes of superstore

Also, Maura is named after my dear dear friend @maura-honey who although is not generally a fanfiction girlie, made a tumblr so she could read, like and reblog this series and always sends me such lovely messages <3

Reblogs are the best way to spread and support, but comments mean the world. I know not everyone likes to share dark content on their blog, but even a kind anon is such support!

for those who voted you dont like or hate or Lorenzo, I hope that doesn't mean you hate him as n he's a bad character. I got a comment on AO3 that said "i cant tell if i like lorenzo or not, but i like him in the story" which makes sense! His victim blaming is really fucking shitty.

no poll today, sorry!

MoonBanana said they think LO copes by lying to herself until she beleives it, what do y'all think? is she as delusional as joel?

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[stiltonbasket]

is everyone ready

[bluezeri]

pt. 2.5 of the anakin swtor au

1 | 2 | 2.5

im gonna be honest i do not remember the canon timeline at all so im gonna skip to the second battle of odessan w vaylin, and early in the battle he manages to face her, alone.

he talks to her, but he quickly see just talking will not work. so he summons his inner obi-wan kenobi, and completely breaks her down. he uses everything he knows about her childhood, what senya and arcann have told him, what he gather based on her crazed ranting and anger, and he breaks down every last bit of her until theres nothing left, only a crying young woman on the forest floor. she still lashes out when he tries to come near, but it is not out of anger. he anger is gone and has left her axhausted more than anything. all thats left is fear, fear of whats to come, fear of her fathers wrath, and her mothers kindness. so he sits with her. she surenders he troops, the battle is over. he continues to sit with her.

later when they finally move, senya will see her daughter walking alongside anakin and she will cry. she approaches but is too afraid to move further. vaylin does nothing and is quickly led to the medbay to check injuries. the alliance is horribly confused.

anakin skywalker just managed to turn empress vaylin to their side.

vaylin does trust anyone except her brother, and even that is one a thin line. but she manages. anakin helps.

the emperor is still a problem. but they defeat him again because his entire family hates him.

anakin does take the throne. it doesnt feel right.

im probably still fucking up the timing of when everything happens but whatever

hes betrayed by theron. he desnt know how to feel, he just becomes a bit of a mess. the force is telling him this isnt right, something bigger is happening. he tries to tell lana at some point, but her look of pity is enough to make him close his mouth. when theron reaches out again, hes... hesitant, to say the least. he doesnt fully believe theron betrayed him but... he looked at him with such hatred in his eyes. what if he does hate anakin?

he doesnt, as he soon found out. the man he loved more than anything in the galaxy, fake betrayed him for a chance to stop the order of zildrog, without telling him. he understood it, sure, but that stop the anger from rising in him. he quickly releases it into the force, and sets his face to show no emotion he can feel theron guilt triple as soon as he does it, but he cant help but think he deserves it, just a little.

and theron goes and gets himself shishkebabed. what the fuck. ther isnt time for anger, hes already carrying theron back to the shuttle before lana can get a word in.

theron is healed eventually, and he proposes. anakin had already let go of his anger and forgave theron, and he accepts. their wedding is small, only a few people are there. but he really couldnt be happier.

of course, the war between the empire and republic is still going on, but he has a feeling it wont end anytime soon. over the next few years, the alliance slowly withdraws itself from the conflict. and eventually, it will be forgotten about completely.

he has not finished fighting, there is another war to finish. he tells his friend, his family this and they understand. they do not look sad however, because they will be going with him. anakin protests, its not their war. theyve done enough for the galaxy. but theron grbas his hands "do you really think we're gonna abandon you after all this? you cant rid of us that easy Ani" and if anakin cries a little bit, no one sys anything.

he doesnt need to be able to time travel for this one. with the help of dr. oggurobb, theyve developed statis pods that will last at least a few millennia.

3500 years later, a holocron in the jedi temple finally open and cathes the attention of the temple librarian, Jocasta nu, and requests a jedi by the name of obi-wan kenobi.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Ocean Eyes - Part 1

Summary: Your past with Chris catches up with you.

A/N: Can’t say more than that or it gives stuff away! 😂 Taglist is open, if 

you want to be added let me know 💕

After a long day working at the local coffee shop the last thing i wanted to do was go to a club! But it was Sadie's leaving party so i had to make an appearance or id never hear the end of it.

It had actually been a really fun night, my first night out in what felt like years and after a few drinks i let myself enjoy it. I even had a couple of guys offer to buy me a drink! Just after midnight i caught a taxi home and left the younger girls to carry on with their partying..... how they did it i don't know! Most of them had had far too much to drink already and no intention of stopping any time soon. God i miss the days where i could do that!

When i finally got home i dropped my bag and my jacket next to the front door, went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and headed up to bed. I managed to throw on an oversized t-shirt before crashing face first into bed, the make up removal would have to wait til the morning i was too exhausted to care.

I woke up to my cell phone blaring loudly in my ear, i patted around for it keeping my eyes closed already feeling the hangover! I mumbled a 'hello' then heard the soft chuckle of my mom.

"Had a good night did you?"

"Mmm it was okay, i'm so not used to drinking anymore Ma. How do people do this every weekend?" I moaned as i slowly opened one eye then the other.

"I remember when you'd be out every weekend, you even ended up in Vegas that one weekend...."

"I remember believe me!" I said as i finally sat up grabbing the bottle of water from the bedside cabinet draining half of it.

"I was just wondering what time you were coming over?.... you said 10am but its almost lunch time"

"What??!! are you serious?.... shit. Okay let me go get a cup of coffee and take a quick shower and i'll be there"

"Okay sweetheart, no rush"

"Everything's okay?"

"Yeah yeah all good. I'll see you soon"

"Okay, bye mom".

I had just finished my coffee and was heading upstairs for a shower when the doorbell rang. I was going to ignore it but then whoever it was started knocking.

"Jesus.... give me a second" i muttered marching to the front door, i opened the door just a crack hiding behind the door due to my lack of pants! When i looked through the gap i gasped.... the last person i ever expected to see was stood on my doorstep.

"Chris...."

"Hey" he smiled nervously "sorry for just showing up like this but i didn't have your number. I tried calling the one i had for you but it was out of service"

"Yeah i had to change it a few years back..... wh...what are you doing here Chris?"

"Can we talk inside?.... i don't really wanna do this through a crack in your door" he laughed a little but it was more of a nervous laugh.

"Erm, sure can you give me a couple minutes to go put some pants on?... i was just about to get in the shower"

"Sure"

I nodded and closed the door before quickly rushing upstairs and grabbing my jean shorts from the chair where i had discarded them yesterday. I was just about to leave my room when i passed the mirror and caught a glimpse of my reflection "fuck!" I quickly grabbed a makeup remover wipe and cleaned my face of smudged mascara and run a brush through my hair.... it was no good,  the hair could not be saved! I quickly tied it up in a messy bun not minding the loose bits that fell out, it would have to do!

The living room was a mess so i closed the door leaving just the kitchen visible. Then i rushed over to let Chris in before he thought id run off and forgotten about him. He followed me through to the kitchen and took a seat at the table while i made us both a coffee.

"How you been? Its been a while since ive seen you" he asked softly.

"I guess it has been.... erm i'm good" i shrugged casually keeping my attention on the mugs as i made the coffee.

"Im glad. Seemed like you disappeared off the face of the planet, you just left. No one heard from you...."

"It was for the best, fresh start and all that"

"Im sorry for how we... how i left things"

I shrugged shaking my head

"you really don't have to apologise Chris, you made a choice...."

"A stupid choice..... i was young and very stupid...."

"Whats done is done, theres no point rehashing it... its been almost 7 years i'm over it" i scoffed picking up the mugs and joining him at the table.

"You are?"

"Of course!"

"Thats great" he nodded avoiding eye contact.

"Okay so spill it.... i don't mean to sound rude but i've got somewhere i need to be soon and i'm already running late....."

"Still cant handle your drink huh?" He finally looked at me smirking.

"Apparently not.... how'd you know?"

"Ive seen you hungover enough to know the signs, the hair and the face full of smudged makeup...."

"you saw that huh?"

"Yeah" he chuckled looking me over.

"So....."

"Right... i um....i need you to sign this" He said reaching inside his jacket and pulling out some papers.

"Sign what?..... what could you possibly need me to sign?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he pushed the papers across the table to me. I leaned forward to get a better look and the first thing my eyes landed on... "Petition For Divorce".

I felt my heart start to race as i looked up at Chris..... "what is this? I signed these 7 years ago Chris!"

"I know. I never filed them"

"What?! you mean we're still married?!"

"Yeah"

"Why? You told me you'd take care of it all...."

"And i was gonna, but i couldn't bring myself to do it"

"Jesus christ Chris!"

"Im sorry Y/N" he started to say but I shook my head as i got up to get a pen, when i sat back down and signed them without hesitation Chris made this noise, like i had offended him by signing the divorce papers without an argument.

"What?"

"Nothing, its just you signed them pretty quickly...."

"Chris, i signed these 7 years ago when i loved you.. why wouldn't i sign them again? There's no reason not to..... what we had has been over for years"

"I just thought maybe somewhere down the line we'd work things out"

"I didn't. Any thoughts of us working out ended when you broke up with me because your career was taking off and you liked the attention from all the girls"

"I was an idiot i know, i was just a kid...."

"Bullshit! If you were old enough to get married....you were old enough to know what you were doing".

He looked down shaking his head again, he actually looked ashamed of how he had acted. Maybe he had grown up.

My phone started ringing and i saw my mom's name flashing on the front.

"Hey mom..... oh god, yeah okay.... i'll be there in like 15 minutes i promise" i hung up after saying goodbye to her.

"Im sorry, but i've got to go. You got what you wanted" i shrugged pointing at the papers on the table, he folded them neatly and tucked them back inside his jacket.

"Thank you"

"Can i ask you something?"

"Anything"

"Why now? You didn't bother for 7 years"

"Ive been seeing someone..... its getting kinda serious now...."

"Right, i get it. Your ready for a new wife...." i shook my head suddenly feeling very sad about my past life with Chris "i didn't even get the chance to be your wife.... not really. That ain't worth shit" i pointed towards his jacket where i knew the papers were.

"Its not like that Y/N i swear, i just.... i want the option to be there if the time comes"

"Well i hope it works out better for you this time. Look i have to go......"

"Right okay, sorry. I'll get out of your way" he got up quickly and followed me through the kitchen and to the front door.

"It was good to see you, make sure you file those this time" i said as he walked towards his car.

"You got it, it was great seeing you too" he smiled before getting in his car and driving off.

"Hey Ma!" I called walking into my mom's house.

"Your late" she called from the sofa, i made my way to her and dropped down next to her.

"I know im sorry, you'll never guess who just turned up at my house??!"

"Who?"

"He who shall not be named!" I said quietly, my mom's eyes widened as she gasped "you mean...."

"Yep!" I nodded "turns out we've been married the last 7 years! He never filed.... he came by to ask me to sign them again"

"That boy has some nerve showing up here...."

"Yep"

"Did you sign them?"

"Of course i did"

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, just like that" i shrugged "like i told him, i already thought it was done and over with, i haven't seen him in 7 years.... why wouldn't i sign them"

"Sweetheart....." my mom started to say something but was interrupted by the excited yell of 'MOM!" right before a small body crashed into mine.

"Hey buddy" i laughed hugging my baby close "have you been behaving for nana?"

"Yep, i'm always good" he rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around me "i missed you mom"

"I saw you yesterday baby" i chuckled running my hand through his brown hair before kissing the top of his head.

"I still missed you"

"Awww ain't you cute! I missed you too".

"Hey! I thought you liked staying with me? We had so much fun" my mom said trying to act offended but smiled when Mason started laughing.

"We had fun Nana, but i missed my mom" he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and i felt my heart swell with love for my baby boy.... well he wasn't a baby anymore, it was hard to believe he'd be turning 6 in a few days.... how time flies.

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[dinolikes]

IMPOSTER- PART TWO

summery ❤︎ Nobody has any quirks and are stuck on a ship like among us

pairings ❤︎ Imposter!Dabi x Reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character death

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you sobbed into dabi's chest as hawks and ingeniumu covered thirteens body with a sheet, everyone looking over, some with tears, and some with just a blank look, like they were still processing it.

it was silent for a long time before ingeniumu cleared his throat and looked up, everyone seeing the ghost of tears in his eyes, "we have to call h-headquarters," his voice cracked but he stood tall, he would make a great captain one day, even with his pushover attitude.

you were crowded in the cafeteria, a computer resting on the table with headquarters on the line.

"im sorry to say this but you have an imposter."

you shook your head, you refused to believe it, how could these people, your FRIENDS, who you've lived with for a year, how could they be imposters?

though you shouldnt be surprised, the league has been gaining members, rarely any ship didnt have at least ONE imposter, some even having as much as three, you just thought you guys were the exception.

"twice, hawks, you searched thirteens body correct?" a voice came through the screen.

"yes sir," hawks quietly muttered.

"was everything in place?"

"he didnt have the vent key."

the vent key, really easy to pass through, was originally made for people to quickly go from room to rooms, but after the rise of imposters who started using it to sneak up on people, only one person was allowed to use it per day.

the voice cursed, "very well." a sigh could be heard, "well you know the drill," you did, you just didnt like it, "if you suspect someone, send them out and let them die," you gulped.

you didnt know if you could do that, even knowing that someone here murdered thirteen, you learned to care for each of them, even weirdo itchy snatch tomura. you didnt know if you could just send them into space to suffocate. even the thought made you sick.

"until then, we'll need you to finish your tasks fast, we'll have you home by the end of the day, which means the imposter will probably try to kill faster today. watch out." with that a beep was heard, signaling that you were disconnected.

a grim silence filled the room.

hawks finally spoke up, "which one of you assholes did it?"

dabi glared at the taller man, "fuck you dude, how do we know you didnt do it?"

hawks took a step closer, "bold accusations from someone who seems to hate everyone!"

"why would I kill one of the only people I actually like in this shithole?"

"because he had the vent key dumbass!"

"hey!" twice yelled.

hawks glowered at him, "oh yeah, how could we forget twice here? you found the body right? meaning you were the last one to see him? why DID you decide to check on him huh?"

"why would I come to you guys then?!"

"i dunno, to throw off suspicion maybe?"

you finally snapped "stop it!" everyone's heads shot towards you, "thirteen is dead," you choked out, "and I know thay we're all upset but we just have to finish today's tasks and then we're back home, okay?"

everyone stared, until deku started nodding, "y-yeah! just today's tasks left! then we'll go home and catch the imposter and we'll be fine!"

"what makes you so sure we'll catch him once we get home idiot?"

deku stared up confusingly at kaachan, "dont we have cameras?"

ingeniumu looked at his friend "obviously deku but whatre you getting at?"

"our cameras have memory sticks," shoto spoke up quietly, "when they're connected into one of headquarters machines, you can access all of what it caught,"

deku nodded rapidly, "exactly!"

your eyes lit up, "deku your a genius!" you grabbed his head and gave him a big smooch on the forehead, leaving him a red and stuttering mess.

dabi tsk'ed, "c'mere,' he grabbed you hand and pulled you towards him, wrapping you hands around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his jealous nature.

"fine. we finish our task but if another person is found dead we're booting someone off." with that, hawks stormed off.

you tried not to go too harsh on him, you knew hawks looked up to thirteen, and beneath that cocky demeanor, he really was soft.

knowing that though, you couldnt help but feel some fear and resentment.

fear because you didnt think you could kill off one of your own and resentment because you knew hawks would make you do exactly that.

"we should have a plan," ingeniumu speaks up, "4 groups of two who continue on and do their tasks, and I think twice should be on security, just incase the imposter attacks again," everyone nods.

"i'll go with wonder," dabi states, already grabbing your hand,

"dont you think you'll get distracted with...other things?" tomura smirks, dabi clenching your hand in his.

"fuck. off."

"oo feisty~"

dabi glares, "yknow you dont really seem to care much that thirteens dead!"

tomura's eyes flash a dangerous color and he leans forward.

"the FUCK did you just say?"

"you heard me you fucking incel,"

"stop!" ingeniumu yells, "tomura is right, you guys do get quite distracted, wonder is with hawks, dabi your with shoto. ill go with tomura and that leaves deku and kaachan, with twice on security. let's go!"

dabi grumbles but goes with his brother as you lightly kiss him on the cheek and go with hawks.

you cant help but think about how amazing that kid is gonna be when hes older as a captain of his own ship.

you and hawks head off, both of you checking your list and stopping by rooms, the other waiting as they finish their task and repeating, until hawks sighed.

"how are you dating that asshole?"

you laugh, "hes not too bad once he likes you,"

"and what? he just doesn't like me?"

"exactly."

"what if he didnt like thirteen?" your smile drops instantly.

"hawks..."

"I'm just saying!"

"well STOP saying! I know dabi and he wouldnt betray me like that, so whatever accusations you have against MY boyfriend, I dont wanna here it," you scowl as you check your notebook, and started heading forward, "c'mon. I have to do wires in electrical."

hawks stayed quiet through the walk, as you stormed forward, wanting to get as much away from him as possible without ACTUALLY losing him. if you were being honest you were scared of going off alone.

as you walked in electrical you instantly went towards the wires, not noticing hawks standing in the doorway,

"wonder?"

"yes hawks?" you snap.

"I just saw someone vent." you pause and turn around.

"where and who?!"

"I dont know! I just saw the vent close when we walked in here and since Thirteen had the key before he died, that means that only the imposter can vent!"

"fuck! why would they vent though?!"

hawks paused. "maybe they killed someone again."

tears filled your eyes as you started searching the dark room, almost tripping over something, you only briefly looked up but you choked back a sob.

it was a foot.

"hawks!"

he came running towards you from behind the wall and saw the foot, gulping as he turned on the flashlight.

there say ingeniumu, with his throat slashed.

you couldnt hold back the cry that left your throat as hawks pulled you in for a hug, mostly to hide his own tears.

"what's going on in here?" you heard dabi's voice and you lifted you head to see him and shoto.

he looked mad but when hawks gestured with his flashlight towards the body, the brief flash letting both of the boys see, dabi understood.

"c'mere baby," he grabbed you quickly and held you tight as you sobbed into his chest, dabi looked up at his brother, "shoto can you call a meeting?" he asked softly. you assumed shoto nodded because there were no other words spoken.

there you all sat again, in cafeteria.

you were sniffling as dabi played with your hair, you holding shoto close as he leaned into you, still in shock of seeing his friend's lifeless corpse like that.

deku stood tall and didnt bother to hide the tears streaming down his face and even kaachan was caught sniffling a bit.

twice sat quietly in the corner, with his elbows on his knees.

hawks though, was red in the face from anger. and the victim of his anger was none other than tomura.

"you were teamed up with him fuckface!"

tomura simply shrugged, "I got bored and wanted to check on twice, see if he was alive,"

"well he is! but your partner fucking isnt!" hawks jammed his finger against the other mans chest, "and I think YOURE the cause!"

tomura raised his eyebrows, "I was with twice, right twice?" he did a 180 to stare hard at twice who looked up slightly and slowly nodded. that seemed to please tomura though as he turned back around, "see?"

"that doesnt mean shit! you were supposed to be with him!"

"but I wasnt."

"but you WERE! that's why the kid is dead!"

"I say we vote." shoto's voice was muffled by your neck and dabi's chest, where he was currently crammed in, but it was still intelligible.

you raise your head and wipe a few stray tears, "I think that's smart sho,"

you all nod and murmur in agreement.

"fine then. let's vote." hawks glares at tomura one last time, "who says skip?"

tomura, twice and shoto raise their hands.

"i dont think theres enough evidence." shoto explains and you nod, quietly telling him that theres nothing wrong with his belief.

hawks has a slight triumph look on his face, "who says that tomura is a fucking psychopath who likes to murder children!"

"murder a child. thirteen is practically twice my age" tomura corrects, "and besides I didn't do it."

hawks rolls his eyes, "whatever, everyone just vote."

you, dabi, hawks, deku and kaachan raise your hand, making you guys the winner.

"perfect." hawks drags tomura over to the ejecting room, usually used for heavier garbage that didnt fit in the disposal.

as you all surrounding the glass wall that separated you and tomura you cried a bit more.

sure you hated this dude but you still KNEW him!

"anything left to say sicko?" hawks glared at the smiling tomura.

"maybe you arent as much of a bird brain as I thought hawks. good job, you win," he does a slight bow like this was a performance before hawks pulls the lever, tomura's body flying out before hawks closed it again.

"he admitted to it." deku stated simply.

"yeah."

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[nokiawrites]

Don't move

SUMMARY: On the run from a man who claims you as his. But that's not your biggest problem. Your 7 months pregnant with the wrong man's baby. What will Dabi do when he finds out that the baby he's been told was his for the past couple of months isn't his. But instead the man he works with. How will he react when he realizes shigaraki has put a life long claim on you. Seems like you get the short end of the stick.

'ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ.' ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ. ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴍᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ.

ᴍʏ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ. "ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ. ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ."

ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ. ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ʜᴀʀꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏᴡ

ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪᴛ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀ ʜᴀʟᴛ. ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ.

ɪᴛꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪʟʜᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ.

50ꜰᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ɪ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. 'ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?'

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ɪ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴘɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ. ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴡʜᴏᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ, ɪꜱ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴜʟʟ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ.

ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ.ɪ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʟᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀʟᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ.

'ɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ɪᴍ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.' ɪᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ. ɪ ʟᴀᴜɴᴄʜ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪ, ᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ.

ɪ ꜱɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ᴀ ᴀʀᴍ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜɪʀᴛ. ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ.

ɪ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ. ɪ ꜱᴄᴏᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪɴ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟʟ.

ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ. ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ. ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ɪ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ.

ɪᴍ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱ ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ 'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ?' ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜꜱ. "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴀɴ."

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ.

I Gasped, waking up from my nightmare. Its the same dream as always. I'm being chased. I never see their face.

But I just know even when I wake up they're coming for me, but this time it won't be a dream. I look around my dark room.

Small bits of lights from the bright city light outside of the window gets in. I drag myself to sit up on my bad. Grabbing my phone, 3:05am.

I yawn looking around. I'm still feeling anxious. I feel a kick. And then another. Welp, guess we're up. " Are you hungry munchkins? Because im hungry too."

You slowly easy your way up and beg walking to your kitchen. Before you can even make it you feel pressure on you bladder.

'Ok bathroom first i guess.' You make pit stop. You sit on the toilet staring at your huge baby bump. Such and innocent creature yet the creation of a horrible mistake.

If only I could go back in time. This would be Dabi's baby. I wouldn't be hiding from my deranged baby daddy.

The glint in Tomura's eyes when he came inside me. I should have know that fucker would do some shit like that.

"How will you tell Dabi that your a dirty slut who let me impregnate her?" The thing is, I haven't. I was to scared to tell him. How could I possibly look Dabi in his eyes and say that this baby is shigaraki's.

If only I hadn't accepted that drink. I would have been able to fight him off. Scream for dabi. Anything. Would Dabi even believe me if I told him that I was drugged?

He knew Shigaraki longer. Hell he even considered him some what of a 'friend'. Of course he wouldn't.

So I ran. Leaving everything and everyone and hoping on the first flight to the U.S. and its been 3 months since then.

Now 7 months pregnant and getting closer and closer to your due date each day. Staying alert is getting harder and harder.

I finish using the bathroom and I waddle to the kitchen. Somethings off everything is too quiet. Even tiny stopped bouncing around in there.

I looked around my small kitchen for anything out of place. Then I walked out to my front door. All the locks were still intact.

Then I saw it. An open window that I had previously closed. I felt as if my whole world was once again. I was too heavy pregnant for a hand to hand combat fight.

Think over all of my options, to pregnant to run, Cant yell for help, and quirk would bring unwanted attention. Shit. Im stuck between a rock and a hard place, and totally unarmed.

You quietly shuffled to your way back to your room. Extremely alert. You rush into your bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

Rushing around the room beginning to snatch clothes out of your closet and throwing it into a random bag you found.

You throw on some tights and a sweater, snatching your phone up you call the only person you know who would have your back. You dail the number with no second thought.

Pacing and waiting for them to answer. 'Pick up, Pick up.' You bit your nails. 'If they dont answer what am I going to do?'

*click*

"Hello?"

They answered you let go of the breath you held "Keigo I think he found me. He's here I don't know what to do." Rambling on and on.

"OK (y/n) calm down, what do you mean he's here? Tell me what happened." His honey glazed voice calming you down. Breathing out and starting over.

"He's here he followed me back to the U.S, My kitchen window was wide open." He laughed on the other side of the line. "Are you sure your not paranoid? And I mean let's be honest they have no idea where you are, your safe hun."

You can her the smirk on his face. Oh how you wanted to smack him. Hawks begins to ramble on and on. You tone him out as you stand there and rub your round stomach.

You begin to sit on your bed to get off of your swollen feet. You hear a crickle. 'What the hell was that?' You switch the phone with the rambling man to you other ear.

You lean over and snatch whatever was under you butt. Paper? You unfold the unknown paper in your hands

"𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

You stared at the paper hands beginning to shake. The phone slipped from in between you head and shoulder.

"Hello? Hello? (Y/n) whats going on?"

You can here the urgency of his from the phone on the floor. Snatching up the phone "I need you to fly me out, tonight."

Shivering in fear. "I'll pay for you, pack your shit and call an Uber." "Ok I'll call you when I get to the airport."

Hanging up and slipping on your slides. Snatching your bag of clothes and hospital bag you sat on your bed, getting an Uber and waiting. This is gonna be a hell of a couple of hours.

Preview

Standing there in my hoodie and mask. Watching you get off the plane. Smiling to myself thinking. 'I knew you would come back (y/n), I knew you wouldn't actually leave me." I pushed my mask back up and began walking with a rest of the surrounding people, blending in. 'No worries though, I will get you."

[gvf-imagines]

Part 1

(Josh/Danny/Jake/Sam x reader)

Warnings: alcohol use, self harm scars

word count:  3252

Thanks to @callmekane for beta reading this fic!

A/N: I’m excited about what this story will bring! This is going to be a very smut filled fan fiction series where the reader has a very sexual and open relationship with all of the boys! I know some people won’t like it I’m sure but all criticism is welcome! Please leave comments and let me know what you think and of course if you have an idea for the story I’m totally open to hearing your thoughts! I hope you enjoy it my friends ❣️

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You smiled as you ran off stage, the fans were still screaming and kept screaming until the next band took the stage. The air was electric, so many people, all here to enjoy the great communicator that is music. You closed your eyes to take it all in, to just listen and feel. You couldn't believe you were here, playing in front of this many people. This year you shared the stage with another up and coming band by the name of Greta Van Fleet. You hadn't heard of them before recently and they were actually really good. They had so much soul and passion in their music, it was true, raw talent. 

You watched from the side stage as they played their eclectic set. The singer, Josh, really got the crowd going. He had so much energy and was really fun to watch. His voice was incredible, unbelievable even. He had this raspy, elegant twang in his voice, that truly matched perfectly with the music his band was producing. The drummer, Danny (if you remembered correctly), had such a powerful and classic Drumming style. It was full of life and emotion , just like you, he put his all into his performance. He was focused and truly the heart of the music. There was a guitarist and a Bassist, unlike your band which only consisted of you and your best friend. You, the drummer and your friend the singer and guitarist. The bassist, Sam,  had a very cool way about him, his body moved with the music in a way that seemed beyond his control. The guitarist, Jake , was stunning, his hands danced along his guitar so expertly, you could tell he truly enjoyed his time with his instrument. 

When they finished their set, the crowd erupted in a wave of applause and cheers, like bright yellow and orange fireworks booming through the air, you watched with your minds eye, in awe as they exploded and cracked in the sky. The Boys bowed and waved before walking off stage panting and sweating.

“Nice job!, excellent show” you comment smiling. Danny returned the smile with a grateful nod. 

“Aw thank you, I'm sorry I don't think we had a chance to meet before the show, I’m Dan-” he began.

“You're Danny, Sam , Jake , and Josh” you said, pointing to each of them and smiling. They all returned the smile, there was positive energy just radiating from them, you could feel it like a blanket of warmth resting over you. 

“My name is (y/n), it's so nice to meet you guys!” you chime happily. The lead singer, Josh smiles at and you think you catch a small wink as well, making your heart skip a beat. Perhaps you were seeing things. God he's handsome, his sparkling brown eyes, he had more structure in his jawline than you had in your entire life His chestnut hair was gorgeous and curly, his whole look just attracted you to no end. 

Fuck. 

“Hey your performance was super amazing too, your voice is absolutely incredible” Sam complimented, his voice popped all the bubbly thoughts of josh that foamed in your head. Thank goodness. “Yeah! You did an excellent job (y/n). Its one thing to be a good singer when you have three other band members to help you sound good, but you were out there all alone, just your voice and you still blew that crowd away” Danny added. You were blushing for sure now. 

“Yeah your voice is crazy good, we're honored to play alongside you” Jake chimed. 

“Oh wow you guys are gonna make me cry” you chuckle “thank you so much, that means a lot coming from someone with your talent” you reply. Sam waves his hand incredulously as if you were hyping them up and making them out to be better than they really were.. You weren't. They are  awe inspiring musicians.

“Water?” a stagehand offered walking over with a cooler. 

“Oh thank fucking Christ” Josh rendered making a bee line for the cooler. You chuckled, and now that you thought of it your throat was extremely dry from singing as well. Jake nicely offered you the bottle he grabbed with a smile. A true gentleman. 

“Thank you!” you offer as you grab the bottle from him. You practically ripped the cap off and chugged the whole bottle. It was delicious and cold and ran over your tongue and down your throat with a refreshingly cold bite. 

The five of you stand there and re hydrate for a minute before Sam speaks “we should go grab a drink!” he suggests with a slight raise of his perfect eyebrows. The guys look at you in waiting. 

“You wanna join us?” Josh asks, flashing a pearly white smile. You look around at them for a mere second before responding. 

“Sure! Yeah that sounds fun” 

“Right on, I think I saw a bar down the street we can go to” Jake claims as you all head to the doors behind the dressing rooms. 

Rain began to expel from the dark clouds above you as you all headed down the road. Cold air kisses your skin causing you to shiver slightly, you only had on black leather pants and a pink floral pattern blouse that you tied up a bit to expose part of your stomach. It was late, must have been almost midnight by now, the air was heavy with moisture and you could smell the rain soaked cement under your feet. 

“Are you cold?” Josh questions as he walks beside you, he startled you a bit. You smiled and looked at your arms, they were dotted with goosebumps. 

“Yeah kinda” you reply sheepishly. Josh instantly takes off the jean jacket he was wearing and handed it to you. Jake and the others were a few feet behind the two of you carrying on a conversation about the show. You reached out and accepted the jacket, Josh's gaze nonchalantly floated down your arm, his face fell when he noticed the deep scars that peppered across your skin near your wrists. You notice him looking at them before he brings his gaze back up to meet yours. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you quickly put the jacket on. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to stare” he says softly, looking down at the wet street. You knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't judging you. His look was filled with concern, not judgement.

“It's alright, people stare all the time” you responded 

“It doesn't bother me so much anymore, i'm used to it.” you added. Josh nods, a sad look still lingers on his gentle face. His jacket was warm, his scent filled your nose, it was comfortable and soothing, much like the rain that fell from the sky. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was thinking about something, he had that  thousand yard stare stuck in his eyes. You hadn't known Josh for long but it's not hard to tell when someone is enthralled in thought.

“How long have you been singing?” you ask, trying to pull him from whatever trance he was in. 

“A long time, most of my life really” he answers with a smile. Talking about his music clearly made him happy. He in turn asked you the same question. You laugh before responding. 

“Honestly I've only been singing for a few years….drumming is my real talent and I've been doing that for most of my life, coming up on 18 years” you explain. Josh’s expression shifted from a smile to a look of surprise.

“Wow that’s awesome , are you self taught?” he asks again. You nodded “my dad taught me a few things here and there more when I first started out but, mostly I've taught myself” you said. Josh chuckled with a nod.

“That is really cool” he replied, you could tell by the tone and instance of his voice that he was genuinely impressed. 

“Oo careful on the compliments you've never heard me play before, just because I've been playing for a long time doesn't mean i’m any good” you joke, Josh laughs, shakes his head and nudges your shoulder. 

“Well have to get you behind Danny's kit some time” he implores. Hearing him say that made you happy, it meant he wanted to see you again. 

“You guys did really good tonight, I cant believe I've never heard of you guys before really. It wasn't until my manager told me who I'd be playing with at the festival that I started looking into you guys.” you admit. 

“Thanks you did an excellent job too, i really loved that first song you sang, ‘salt is my sugar’ I really resonated with that one, truly felt it, there's a lot of emotion in your lyrics.

“This is it,” Sam announces opening the front door and holding it for everyone to walk in. the smell of smoke and dark liquor hang heavy in the air. An ACDC song played over the speakers. It wasn't very busy, there was an older man sitting at the bar, a couple younger people playing pool and a few others scattered in booths. It was a total dive bar, a hole in the wall, which was just your style. You all sat at the bar on squeaky worn out bar stools. 

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, perching himself up with his arms rested on the bar as a washrag sat, oh so typically, on his shoulder as he awaited your response. Jake looked at Josh with a raised brow giving him that ‘get a load of this guy’ look. 

“I'll have a beer,” Danny ordered. 

“Me as well please” Jake adds.

“Southern comfort and seven up for me please” you order next. 

“Hmm I'll have a long island iced tea” Sam says. You look at him holding back a chuckle Huh didn't take him for a long island iced tea kinda guy but to each their own. The bartender looked to josh. 

“Salty dog please” he requests.

“Put your IDs on the counter” the bartender instructs as he turns around to collect everyone's drinks. The five of you did as you were told and laid out your IDs. 

“So where are you guys headed now that the festival is over?” you asked playing with a stained, old coaster that sat in front of you. 

“We’re going back to Michigan for some well deserved time off” Josh responds. 

“For a little while anyways” he adds with a smile. 

“Hey I live in silver city!” you reply happily , silver city was a small town in Michigan closer to the upper peninsula. 

“Small world” you added. What are the chances the two of you lived within a few hours of each other and never met until the both of you played a festival in Los Angeles. 

You turn your attention to the combination of alcoholic drinks that the bartender set in front of you. Everyone reached for theirs offering quick cheers before taking a drink. The carbonation of the seven up burned against your throat before the alcohol sent the warming sensation through your chest and stomach. 

“Ah yum” you said, wincing from the sharpness of the alcohol. Jake laughed as he watched you.

“Not very convincing,” Sam says smiling. You laugh and take another drink. You watch Josh stir his drink lightly with the small straw it came with, he notices you looking. 

“Ever had a salty dog before?” he asks, hoping you say no. 

You simply shake your head in reply. He slides his drink closer to you. 

“We can share if you want, it's really good?” he offers. You look at the pink drink in front of you. 

“What's in it?” you ask. 

“It's just gin and grapefruit juice with a little salt around the rim,” he says. 

“Oh god that sounds horrible” you laugh.

“It's actually not that bad” Danny pipes up with a shrug.

“He made me try it a few weeks ago,” he adds. 

“Alright I'll take your word for it” you smile at Danny. You look back down at the drink. 

“I promise I didn't spike it” Josh chimes.  You laugh loudly, why would he even say that? 

“That's exactly what someone who spiked my drink would say” 

“But I guess I trust you guys” you add before taking a healthy sip of the beverage. 

“Hmm that's not bad!” conclude, it was much sweeter than you thought it would be, it kind of reminded you of orange juice and vodka. Josh nods with an I told you so sort of look on his face. 

“Here, try mine,” Sam says next, handing you his glass. 

“Alright you try mine too” you reply with a smile. Sam's slender fingers brush against yours as he grabs the drink from you , your eyes look to his and he winks. 

Oh god, I can't be attracted to two of them. Honestly, who were you kidding? You were insanely attracted to all of them, how were they ALL so cute and gorgeous? Not fair to the rest of man-kind. 

“Wow this one is super good!” you remark going in for another drink of the long island iced tea. 

“Yeah can you believe there's like 8 different alcohols in there? No tea at all” he laughs, you laughed with him. His laugh was sweet and light, like orange sparkling shards of glass dancing through the air. The five of you began talking about life and learning a lot about each other, ordering more drinks along the way. You could tell the mix of drinks was beginning to take effect on you, you felt warm and relaxed. You were standing next to Danny now, he towered over you, this man was truly a beast.the smell of his cologne wrapped around you. It was oaky and mossy with a hint of citrus, you couldn't help but feel an electrifying pull of attraction to him.

For fucks sake, you curse yourself.  

A few games of pool (which, it turns out Jake is like a God at pool) later you all found yourselves back at the bar carrying on more conversation, albeit more slurred now. It was much easier to open up to people when alcohol was involved. You rolled the sleeves of josh's jacked up, exposing your arms as the alcohol was making you extremely warm.

“What happened to you?” the bartender asks loudly. You and the guys all look at him with hints of confusion. 

“I got the worst concoction of my parents DNA possible” you joke , the boys laugh. Jake nudges your shoulder. 

“Shut up you're gorgeous” he says softly. You give him a quick smile. 

“No. Your arm. What happened to your arm.” the bartender says again, nodding to your scars. You hated when people asked that question, like they didn't know why you had those scars on your wrists. Very few things leave scars like that on skin. You looked around at the guys, josh looked pissed and the others looked saddened as this was the first time they had seen your scars, and they knew damn well what it was from, they weren’t as stupid as this bartender. The air of the bar had shifted, the mood went from fun loving to hostile very quickly. Fuck this guy.

“I got in a fight with a weed wacker” you retort sarcastically. The man rolls his eyes.

“What happened? Did your little boyfriend break up with you? Flunk a class? Your puppy ran away?” he was mocking you. You said nothing in return.

“You're just another one of those emotionally confused little girls, no reason to hate her life.” he continues. For some reason he was trying to upset you , and you had no idea why, you'd been nothing but pleasant to the man since the moment you entered the bar.

“First of all i'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning man? You're mad because you got all D’s in high school and now you're stuck serving losers like us in this shit hole, pretentious, sorry excuse of a bar? Go fuck yourself. I don’t hate my life.” you answer , anger pooling in your throat. 

“Hey man. Lay off.” Danny says with a look of warning. 

“Of course you don't hate your life” the man says ignoring Danny completely. 

“You just do it for attention, think if you slice yourself up maybe someone will feel bad for you huh? I've seen your kind before girl.” he speaks again. OK now this idiot was pissing you off. You never did it for attention, attention was the last thing you wanted, especially when it came to your scars, you wished you could erase them.

“Look, I've got three things to say to you,” you reply with an irritated sigh. You stood up from your stool and stepped closer to the man. 

“One” you say, holding up your pointer finger giving the illusion that you were going to list reasons of argument to him. Instead you ball your hand into a fist and punch the guy right in his fucking jaw with all your drunken might. To your surprise (and no doubt everyone else's) the bartender fell to the floor, you knocked him out.. Everyone was wide eyed and silent 

“Lets get outta here” Josh says, breaking the glistening silence in the bar, noticing everyone looking at the five of you. Jake grabbed a bottle of Jack before all of you ran out of the door. None of you could suppress your laughs as you took off down the street. Out of breath you all keeled over in a field of grass a few feet from the tour buses in a fit of laughter. You sat down on the wet grass and looked up at the clouds. Danny sat on your left and Sammy was on your right, Josh and Jake sat in front of you and you all formed a small little circle. 

“That felt good” you say softly, referring to punching that shit head of a bartender. Sam laughed.

“Yeah that was awesome, I can't believe you knocked him out” Jake chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. The air went silent again as you all sat with your own thoughts. Your face slowly lost emotion as thoughts of what the man said swirled around your mind. You tried not to let what people said to you about your scars get to you too much but it was hard sometimes. Danny noticed your expression and you felt his hand draw soft circles on your back.

“That guy was an idiot. He was just being an asshole” Josh said softly, you nodded, knowing he was right. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just really that sad but a tear fell down your face and your voice cracked as you spoke. 

“I just feel so alone sometimes” you wiped the tears away as quickly as they fell. You could feel all of them watching you with sympathetic eyes.

“Everyone's got their vice (y/n)” Danny said quietly, his hand still grazing your back. 

Josh rolls his shirt sleeve up and reveals dozens of little horizontal scars covering his shoulder. He grabs your hand and you look up at him to meet his gaze. He stroked your hand with his thumb and gave you a comforting, gentle look. 

“You're not alone”

[latetaektalk]

hiiii!!

oh no, are you feeling better now? I saw that you think you might have covid, hopefully that’s not that case! I had it a while back during April and it sucked so bad!!!! I’ve been good thankyou!! just working, binging tv (stranger things was so so good!!!) and trying to enjoy the sunny weather we’ve been having! I live near the beach so been trying to go as much as possible - saw the prettiest sunset the other day!! I’m trying to not buy anymore lego until I finish my Mandalorian set!! but i still do love it, I just keep forgetting to finish it! what have you been up to now that finals are out of the way?

oooof that’s a good one, it’s tough to listen to though 😭 to be fair, all the performances are so good!!! have you listened to the ATW the short film version? It’s so good, she does love releasing her remixes (though I’m still miffed she didn’t release the Grammy rock version of willow!)

I finally listened to HS3!!! I can’t believe I waited so long but it lived up to the hype!!! I think my favourite is daylight (my fave line is if I was a bluebird I would fly to ya!! how cute!!!) but late night talking, matilda, love of my life, as it was and grapejuice are all close (as if I haven’t listed the entire album lol). what are your favourites??

speak sooooon, 🦋.

hey bub !!

yes im feeling better now, but i did end up catching covid which led me to missing out on my graduation and the lorde concert i planned on going :( and god yeah, it did suck to have it!! the first two or so days i was so exhausted! hope neither of us ever catch it again!!

and ohh im glad youre enjoying your summer ☀️☀️ also rip i dont watch strangers things but im glad you liked it! i started the first season when it first came out but it just wasnt something for me 🤧wait you do!! thats so cool that you live close to the beach! i wish i did :(( not even because i like water, i dont, but just sitting by the beach/a body of water is just everything!! ah thats responsible!! im glad to hear youre still enjoying legos even tho you arent into it as much anymore !!

and well, a lot of my plans got cancelled because of covid rip but aside from that, i did see olivia rodrigo recently which was insane !! so that was really fun ✨ i also just got back from a trip to amsterdam and really had the time of my life there!! got to see some of van gogh's, monet's and rembrandt's work up close and in person, so that was insane!! also been reading!! currently in the process of finishing up ocean vuong's on earth we're briefly gorgeous and if u ever get around to it, you should read it!! its so good and well written!

yes of course i have!! i honestly think id listen to any version of all too well miss taylor drops LMAO the strings? freaking love em so much in that version!! also yeah, taylor really enjoys remixes!! honestly think she could have kept some locked away and just given us the grammy rock version of willow 🤧🤧 i just need it on spotify too!!

!!! i really think that hs3 is his best work yet!! every song is so good and oh my god i know!! daylight is so freaking cute! did u see the mv he released with james corden or whatever? its so freaking cute 💕💕 i think my favourite has to be love of my life!! still cant get over how he sings the opening!! but matilda, grapejuice and as it was along with daylight are some of my favourites as well!! im not even kidding, its funny how similar our taste in music is!!

yes speak soon !! hope youre doing great and lifes treating you well 💓💓

[thelocalshooter]

The Local Shooter Vs. MastodonRare

(LS) Good afternoon, appreciate you taking the time to answer some questions for us, who are you, where are you from and what do you do?

(MR) I'm MastodonRare, I'm a rapper & singer out of Glendale, Arizona

(LS) Being in the Arizona scene for many years now you have progressed so much, from your sound to even your presence in the scene. Recently you dropped a single called Coastin’ but have many other hit singles, how does your creative process work?

(MR) Honestly, it varies greatly. There's times where I'll have a hook or melody written and find a beat to put it on and there's times where I'll hear a beat and go where that beat takes me and let the creativity flow. Actually on Coastin' I had that main line written, but it had a different vibe; more like a PnB song, but when I heard the beat I sang the piece that I had, at a slower tempo and went from there.

(LS) You recently threw a show for your project “We Play 4 Blood” how was that whole experience? Being a headliner? Organizing? Etc.

(MR) Stressful at first man, it's not something I'd wanna do everyday, honestly so at some point I'll need a touring manager/promoter to do all that. But I did cherish the experience I gained. The show was a huge success thanks to everyone involved and the fans of course. I've been a headliner before, but this time was different, like everyone was there for us specifically and they were. I set the lineup and that went perfect, all in all, it was the best night of my career, by far.

(LS) I remember you being apart of betterEVERYDAY or mentioning something about that, is it still a thing? Was it a group? A label?

(MR) betterEVERYDAY is a collective actually & my personal motto. I'm ALWAYS looking to evolve & get better in some way or fashion at all times, so BETTEREVERYDAY just encompasses that idea. Even in my musical approach; all my musical styles vary so widely because when I make something, I look to master it and once I feel I've mastered it, I move on. When I made "Wounded" I was really rapping bars at speeds and hitting pockets in different crazy ways, i feel like that's one of my "Mastery" songs so I'll never do a song like that again, same with songs like "Doin My Thing", "Lucky Me" & "OMO" along with many others. If I feel like it's a style I mastered, in my own way, I move on from it.

(LS) How has the journey of music been for you? Your first official tape was back in 2016 and I know you have more track even before that? How has the last 5+ years of the grind been for you?

(MR) I learned early on to fall in love with the journey more than the destination so it's been a ride this whole time and I've enjoyed all of it; the ups & downs alike. They were times I got no plays, nobody listening to my music or caring about anything I did and it sucked cuz at that time I thought I was the greatest (I wasn't that good at all) and there have been times where I feel like I'm on top of the world; from fans DMing me saying that my song meant a lot to them to playing shows to engaged crowds and having people tell me personally that they think I can do amazing things. I still feel and am greatly overlooked, but I learned a while ago that that's something only I can fix & I feel like I'm on the perfect path to do so.

(LS) What the next move for Más? Any visuals? More shows? New project you working on?

(MR) I want to do a Coastin' visual so that'll probably be next. No projects this year man, I'm focusing on my singles, videos and everything else I can do musically this year until I have better standing from where I was when I dropped my last tape. I dont wanna do more than one tape at a time until I've reached a new level. Definitely more shows though.

(LS) Who are your go to creatives when you get stuck in a moment and can’t seem to get past your creative block? Do you ever get other close friends or artist to help when you’re stuck?

(MR) Not exactly, because I know you cant force creativity. A lot of artists think they're the ones making the art, like it's something they control, but in reality, we're more like vessels and the creativity comes when it's the time. I listen to beats all the time and I know my tastes, skills & all that, but I dont always write to them, some of them just warm me up to write to something else. Sometimes I'll write a few bars to a song, scrap it, keep the best bars & use them in another song. As for my contemporaries that inspire me my brother Turo taught me everything I know and need to know about hooks and I evolved through that knowledge. Starting off with such a rappity rap style, I tried to be too technical all the time & that doesnt make for good hooks at all, he would say just freestyle it, go with your gut. Hear the beat and say what comes to mind and that's the hook.

(LS) Do you believe Arizona is next up as far as being a big state where we have many artist coming out? Who do you think is up for grabs when it comes to claiming Arizona?

(MR) I definitely believe AZ's time is coming. As for some specific person claiming it, I dont think that's gonna happen or be the same as with some other states, just because there's SO many incredibly talented artists from here, I think it'll be something that boils over, like a lot of people make it out at similar times, instead just one artist putting the state on.

(LS) How does your whole creative process work? Do you need an official studio? Do you have your usual routine or what?

(MR) Whenever I wanna write or create a song, I have to be in my own space, so at home. If I make the song structure, but don't fill in all the words, there are cases where I can finish the actual lyrics on the go or in studio. I dont need a big fancy studio, I've recorded at big studios with all the bells & whistles and the final product was ass, but I record in a home studio in a bedroom set up for music and my quality is better than it has ever been and only getting better.

(LS) Thank you again for being apart of this great come up and hope to hear more from you soon anything you’d like to add for new and old fans? Any links or even anything we should be on the look out for as this year goes by?

(MR) My instagram/twitter handle is @mastodonrare. Link to my new song COASTIN https://fanlink.to/COASTIN And look out for much more music & videos from me going forward in 2020!

The Local a Shooter Vs. MastodonRare

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Baby Love - Part 8

A/N- Wow its been a minute since i’ve updated this one! 💕

"Are you okay?" I heard Chris ask as i sat in the car staring at the new scan printout we were given.

"Im great" i smiled brushing my finger over the image "its just.... you can actually see that its a baby now! Before it didn't really look like anything"

"Starting to feel more real now huh?"

"Definitely! You wanna FaceTime your mom? You know shes dying to find out if shes getting a new granddaughter or grandson"

"You don't mind? We can wait if you want, just keep it between us....."

"I don't mind" i shrugged "you choose babe, its your family"

"I love you" he smiled leaning over to kiss me "ok, lets do this".

Chris pulled his phone from his pocket and dialled his mom, it only rang twice before Lisa appeared on the screen.

"Hey you two" she said happily "so?? come on...tell me"

"Wow straight to the point huh?" Chris laughed "okay, okay. Its a....."

"WAIT!!! DONT YOU DARE SAY A WORD UNTIL IM THERE!!!" We suddenly heard Scott yell in the background making us all burst out laughing, we saw him run in through the door behind Lisa and then he was squeezing in next to his mom to see us on the screen.

"Okay go, I'm here!"

"Hey Scott" i smiled giving him a wave.

"Hey mama, your looking good!"

"Thank you"

"Okay come on! I cant wait any longer!" Lisa interrupted practically bouncing up and down in her seat.

"Its a girl!" Chris announced loudly and proudly.

"Oh sweetheart thats amazing! And everything looks okay?...."

"Yep everything is good, doc said everything is as it should be"

"Thats great, i know its a scary time going through your first pregnancy,  if you ever need to talk to anyone im here for you"

"Thank you Lisa that means alot"

"Im here for you too! I dont know anything about pregnancy but anything else im your guy!" Scott added making us all chuckle.

"I'll keep that in mind Scotty"

"Okay guys well I'm going to get these two home, we just wanted to tell you the news"

"Okay sweetheart, you both take care i love you".

The call ended after the 'I love yous' we're exchanged and Chris drove us home, 10 minutes after getting home i was fast asleep on the sofa cuddled up to Chris. I guess it was too much excitement for one day!

It was the day before the Premiere and i still didn't have anything to wear. So here i was trying on dresses with the help from none other than Scott Evans!

He had been on the phone with Chris last night when he heard i still hadn't got a dress and insisted he take me out to find something.

"I can't believe you've left it this late Y/N!" He was moaning from outside the changing room.

"I know im sorry! But what was the point of getting it weeks before hand when i know im probably not going to fit in the thing when it comes to actually wearing it"

"Okay fair point" he chuckled as i turned around getting a good look in the mirror before i showed him.

"Okay, i think this one is good, its comfortable and it kinda hides the bump with the ruffles..."

"Okay well show me!"

I opened the curtain and he looked wide eyed at me "wow"

"Is that a good wow or...."

"Definitely good, only it doesn't hide the bump as much as you think" 

"In a way i cant wait for it be public knowledge, i don't want to have to worry about what I'm wearing when i leave the house you know?" I shrugged turning back to face the mirror and running my hand over my growing baby bump "I'm not trying to hide the fact I'm pregnant its just the hate i know I'm gonna get. But then i guess if I'm with your brother i should just learn to deal with it. Its never gonna go away is it? There's always going to be someone putting me down about something"

"There will be, but lets face it their just jealous. And you wont ever need to meet these people.... don't even read what they say sweetheart. You are an amazing woman and you make my brother so happy its actually quite sickening"

"Thanks Scotty" i laughed shaking my head at him "so this dress?"

"That dress!".

All of Chris's family met round at our place before the premiere where family photo's were being taken. It was nice to have photo's that were just ours and not splashed online for everyone to see. After Lisa said she had enough we all headed out to the cars, I was a nervous wreck from the second the car started moving. My stomach was in knots and i felt like i was going to be sick any second, without knowing i moved my hand and placed it protectively over my growing bump. Suddenly Chris's hand took hold of my free hand that was gripping the leather seat.

"You okay sweetheart?"

"Im just freaking out" i replied shaking my head with a tight smile.

"You'll be fine, i'll be with you every step of the way.... well i'll probably have to step away to give some interviews but Scott will stick by you, you'll never be on your own"

"I'll be okay once I'm there its just the thought of it.... everyones gonna know about the baby"

"And i cant wait for the world to know how lucky i am" Chris beamed leaning forward and carefully kissing me so he didn't mess up my lipstick.

The car finally rolled to a stop and already the crowd outside was going wild.

"You ready?" Chris asked turning to me smiling.

"Are you?"

"Not gonna lie my anxiety is through the fucking roof right now... but yeah. Lets do this" he took a deep breath and threw open the car door getting out quick before he could change his mind. I watched him turn and give a quick wave at the waiting crowd before holding his hand out to me. I took his hand and held on tight as i got out the car, the camera flashes already going crazy all around us. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and lead me down the purple carpet keeping me close to his side, Scott followed close behind with his family keeping a close eye on us.

Once inside i felt myself start to relax a little knowing this part was just the cast interviews, i stepped off to the side with Scott to let Chris do his thing.

"You want some water?" Scott asked holding out a bottle of water "you need to stay hydrated"

"Thanks Scotty" i smiled accepting the water "i really wish this was alcohol right now" i said quietly to him making him laugh, i saw Chris looking over at me smiling.

"Pay attention!" I mouthed to him and pointed to the guy who was trying to talk to him and RDJ.

As soon as he had finished with that interview he made a be-line for me. His hands went straight for my hips pulling me closer to him.

"We're heading in now to watch the movie" he said pressing a quick kiss to my temple and taking my hand.

"So how many people have asked about us?"

"All of them, but funnily enough none have mentioned the baby"

"Huh, i thought they'd be all over that"

"Im sure someone will have said something by the end of the night".

The movie was amazing like always! I laughed and cried.... cried alot!! Damn hormones! Chris had kept everything to himself so i was still in shock after watching the movie. After the movie we all headed off for the after party, this is when i finally felt myself relax properly.

I was currently sat at a table with Scott while Chris did the rounds, i was starting to feel tired now, i wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed with Chris and Dodger.

"Hey sweetheart, you remember Sebastian right?" Chris smiled down at me with Sebastian Stan! Standing beside him. I felt my cheeks flush suddenly, Sebastian had been my celebrity crush for years!!

"Hey! How are you?" Sebastian smiled before leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"Hi, I'm good thank you. How are you?"

"Im great. Its nice to see everyone again"

"I can imagine"

"Can i get you something to drink?" Sebastian offered.

"No thank you, I'm not drinking tonight I'm good with water" i smiled .

"Wait.... are you....?" Sebastian looked down at my stomach then over at Chris with wide eyes, Chris smiled and nodded proudly.

"What?!! man thats great news! Congratulations you guys" Sebastian grabbed Chris patting him on the back.

"Im so happy for you guys!"

"Thank you Sebastian thats means a lot" i smiled "lets hope everyone else is as happy for us"

"Babe its gonna be fine"

"I hope your right about that Evans".

(Photo's are for the dress not face claim, i apologise for my bad manips! 😂)

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