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hwaseonghwasworld · 5 months ago

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Double life Part 1: Vengeance

Summary: Her whole life she was split from her twin sister and was adopted a mafia boss who taught her how to fight at a very young age to protect her, he died when she was 16 and killed the whole group that killed him and also my boyfriend, what happened when she finally meets her twin sister?

Yeosang x Reader

Word count: 2.05k

Genre: High School au, Fluff, Angst, smut

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Violence, Mentions Of Suicide, Murder, Severe Torture, Mentions Of Bullying, Mentions Of Sexual Assault, Mentions Of Self Harm, Mentions Of Mental Health

Updates: Maybe Friday 7pm BST

Im So Y/n I’m 18 years old and I’m the leader of a mafia group my adoptive father used to own. My biological mom didn’t want me so now I’m the daughter of a highly dangerous mafia boss. I was split from my sister at birth since the woman didn’t want to deal with twins as a single mother so she gave me up. My boyfriend that was killed by the same group is the father of my baby that is now almost 2 years old. My son’s name is Minjun and I will always protect him no matter what.

I have people that check on my twin sister Mi-joo because I want her protected since she’s a very frail girl, I recently found out that our mother has been abusing her for every little thing she does, and she’s been getting bullied by four girls their names are So-min, Hajun Jiyun and Chae-yoon, they had beaten her tho the point where she was put in the hospital.

I was with her as she was passed out in the hospital bed “I told you guys to watch over her, by that I mean stop ANYONE that tried to hurt her!” I cross my legs and put my index finger and thumb in the bridge of my nose, I beckoned them to leave and that’s exactly what they do.

Mi-joo woke up and looked at me in shock seeing that I’m the exact copy of her except that I have short hair and I have long hair. “W-who are you….?” I look at her and held her hand “I’m your twin, and I’m here to help you get your revenge” “what do you mean?” I look at her determined to keep her safe “I’ve seen the videos of those girls bullying you and I know your mother also treats you badly so please let me do this for you” she nodded and my body guard bought me the school uniform and I was ready to go to the school tomorrow.

I took Mi-joo to my home and she saw my son with my secretary and smiled “who’s this cutie” she smiled and squished his cheek, “he’s your nephew” she looked at me shocked “you had a child?!” “Yeah it’s a long story, the father died…” “do you wanna talk about me” she looked at me with sympathy “not right now, because right now is for you to tell me who else has been hurting you” she sighed and nodded “the girls names are-“ “So-min, Jiyun, Hajun and Chae-yoon, I know… I found all their details and information, is there anyone else” she looked surprised and nodded “there’s this teacher. He keeps touching me and I keep trying to tell him that I’ll call the police but he won’t leave me alone and he gets aggressive.”

Hearing that made my blood boil, I wanted to kill that man and I wanted to do it painfully. “And then there’s mom as well” I look at her and held her shoulder “Mi-joo shii, don’t worry, I’ll make sure they all get what they deserve” Mi-joo nodded and smiled at me. The next day I got ready and made my way to the school.

Everyone looked at me and I gave them all a cold look, I didn’t come here to make friends so I didn’t care about being friendly, I walked into the classroom and looked at the desk that had Mi-joo’s name on it but it was written in pen and had horrible things on it. The 4 girls walked up to me and I immediately knew that So-min was the leader of those bitches.

“Do you like what we did? It’s a little get well soon present…. Just. For. You” she laughed and that laugh was the same one as the girl that was videoing my sister getting tortured. I grabbed her head and slammed it into my sisters desk, I watched as the three girls tried to get me off her but instead I kicked them away causing So-min to scream for me to stop. I look at her and pull her hair.

“You know what? Since you like laughing so much, why don’t you laugh for me!” I took my phone out and pinned her head on the desk, she was scared but I push it harder causing her to do as I say, she finally laughs and I video it, I let go of her and as I was walking to the back by the door to sit in that seat and as I was walking a male student walked in at the same time, we looked over at each other for a brief second but my eyes drifted away as soon as I sat down I airdropped the video to everyone in the class and everyone but the group of bullies were laughing.

The walked in and everyone stopped laughing “what’s so funny?” Everyone stayed silent making her introduce the guy I was looking at who is knew and his name is Kang Yeosang. The whole time in school I was following the rapist teacher, I found out that he had asthma, and seeing his schedule I found out that he’s usually alone during homeroom and lunch, after school I decided to meet with mother dearest.

I’ve never been inside of the house but I wouldn’t have never thought that she was the cause of Mi-Jo’s depression and that she was one of the reasons why Mi-joo was cutting herself. Knowing this made me angrier and angrier. As soon as I stepped into the house the toxic bitch slapped me. “Why haven’t you been at home and what did you do to your hair!!” I started fake crying and apologizing to see if she will have some sympathy for her own daughter but she just slapped me again making me laugh.

“What the fuck is wrong with you” she had said to me and I cross my arms, “you hurt my baby sister… now it’s your turn” she looked at me confused then she realized “Y/n….” the people in my group appeared behind her and knocked her out, they picked her up and tied her arms together behind her back and tied her leg to the leg of the chair. I decided to make her feel what Mi-joo felt, I slit her wrists and I wanted her to wake up so I pored freezing cold water over her head causing he to wake up and cream in pain, I held a lighter close to her face and put it down to her hand and burnt her finger tips.

“Why did you even have kids in the first place?” She looked at me and smirked “are you wandering why I put you up for adoption? It’s because i didn’t love you both, twins were too much to handle and I needed a child so they can help me clean up” I looked at her and sat down on the chair opposite to her “hmmm I should kill you right now” I looked down at the gun that I took out and started playing with it, her smirk turned into death as she begged me not to kill her and started going on about how she loved me and Mi-joo which made me laugh. “But that’s too easy and I don’t want you to give you the easy way out” I looked over at the guys “guys leave her here until I come back”

I drove home and as soon as I got there I saw my Minjun playing with my sister. As soon as he saw me he ran to my arms and I smile kissing his cheek. “What happened today?” I looked at her as I sat on the couch “I beat up those girls tortured our evil mother and now I’m thinking about slowly killing that teacher” she looked over at me “are you gonna kill our mother…?” “Do you want me to?” She shook her head and I nodded “okay but I’ll make sure she stays quiet” Mi-joo nods.

The day flew by quickly and I was getting ready to go to school, I kiss my sons cheek and hugged my sister telling her that I’m torture the girl and the teacher which she disagreed with but my mission and her sister is to help her and keep her safe. As soon as I got to the school I immediately went to go find the teacher. I had my knife with me and once I walked passed the teachers lounge he knew to follow me. Went into the classroom and I sat down on the table crossing my legs.

“Whats wrong Mi-joo? You’ve gotten better now, so we can carry on-“ I tilt my head and acted like Mi-joo “I don’t want to carry on….” I looked down and he walked to me and put his hand on my chin, “well it’s not your choice” I glared at him and punched his face making him groan in pain “see that’s what I like to hear, since you decided to hurt my sister I’ll gladly watch you suffer” he starts getting an asthma attack and I walked further away from him sitting on a different table “oh… right you need your inhaler?” I had the inhaler in my hand as I had gloves on, he was slowly walking to me and I put the inhaler next to me watching him collapse on the floor as he was slowly loosing air. I giggle as I watched as he was slowly looking his breath as he was getting closer and closer to the inhaler “come on, you can do it. Just. Keep. Crawling” I smirked as he lost all his breath and had died practically right besides me, I stood up and left the inhaler down on the floor breaking it.

As I was walking out Yeosang came in “is he dead?” I looked over at him acting like I was upset “y-yeah, he was getting aggressive so I punched him and fell on his inhaler… I guess he had an asthma attack-“ “I know who you are” I looked at him with a cold stare “I’m like you… Y/n” I sighed and approached him pulling my knife out and had it to his neck, he smirked grabbing my arm and slowly putting my arm down.

“This school is boring and I want to help you” I step closer to him “what do you mean” “you’re one of the most powerful mafias who inherited all the money and power from your adoptive father, who taught you how to fight and kill at a young age, and is only and this school for one thing…. Revenge. Am I right?” I glare at him “how do you know so much about me?” “I have my ways… anyway can I help you?” I look at him now wanting him to help cause I’m not doing it as a proper mission “it’s for my sister” “I know, so please can I help” I look at him unsure if I can let him join “I’ll think about it”

The bell had rang so I walked back to my seat, I watched as everyone ran out after someone had said that teacher is dead in a classroom which people wanted to see the scene sing the police were on there way. “Y/n you have to leave” “why?” He held my had and was trying to get me out of the school “the police are on there way, there gonna think you did it” I looked at him and he genuinely looked worried so I reassured him that I didn’t physically kill him”

“He had an asthma attack” “then how would you explain the bruise on his nose?” I sighed and sat in my seat “he tried to threaten me and hurt me so I punched him so I could run away, he fell onto his inhaler and he had an asthma attack and died, see and anyway if they think they got me, I have connections on the police force” I said this to him with a straight face and just tickets my head and smiled.

“Y/n….” I turn around seeing someone that I thought I’d never see again.

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hamliet · 8 months ago

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Random ask, Hamliet. Can I ask how can your dog and cat not fighting each other? So I had a cat for 3 years, named Gojo (yes, I know it's cringe). And last month my sister who lived with me, got a puppy and want to keep him, she named him Sukuna just to spite me.... And they kept fighting each other. Do you mind if I ask for your advice, please?

HAHAHA I love their names! And it is not cringe! Well, aside from the fact that with their names you were kind of asking for it... (I'm kidding).

So. I think I lucked out to a degree? They have very similar extroverted personalities. That said, I do have some advice for you, so read on!

I've had Alyosha almost four years now, and he's a very friendly puppy who loves humans, dogs, and cats we see on the street. When we visit family who have cats (numerous cats) he would always want to snuggle with them, but only one allowed him. So I knew he liked them before I looked for a cat.

Smokey I got from a shelter, and he was actually being fostered at a home with dogs. He was noted to be good with dogs, but not with other cats, amusingly enough. So I thought it'd be a good fit, and I think it took them all of four days (two of which Smokey spent trying to die on me in the hospital, because he was a very sick kitty; like I got him and the next day had to bring him to the ER) for them to curl up next to each other.

Smokey, dying on me but still wanting to speak to the manager:

Smokey did hiss the first time he saw Yosh, but he kind of immediately took to me and so started taking to Alyosha soon after that. And Alyosha loves him; they frequently cuddle, and Alyosha refuses to eat his treaties unless Smokey is next to him and also receiving treaties.

Their first cuddle four days after I got him and 3 hours after I took Smokey home from the hospital; try to discern where one fluff ends and the other begins:

Awaiting treaties (and Smokey mimicking Yosh):

Also, Smokey is now larger than Alyosha by a fair amount. I accidentally adopted a panther I think -__- wish me luck, he's only eleven months and still growing...

(why is Smokey so large)

They do fight sometimes, though. It's kind of a sibling relationship. But it's never been like, a violent fight--more like annoying each other and then they slap each other a few times and storm off to me like MOM GUESS WHAT HE DID.

And then other times they team up on me. Like when I gave Alyosha a bath and Smokey sat on the counter watching and hissing... at ME. He then jumped onto the edge of the bathtub and touched noses with the dog like... I'm sorry Mom's such a bitch.

So, it depends on the size difference between Sukuna and Gojo. Is Sukuna a large dog? If that's the case, I would try to keep them from fighting. But if he is not, or even if he is a small puppy now, I would watch them when they fight. Are they actually trying to hurt each other? Or are they just being bratty? If the latter, let them fight; if the former, intervene.

I would also try to use their love for you. Namely, with the dog, since he's young. If the dog sees his beloved human loving the cat, then since he's so young he might not be jealous and might transfer that love to the cat. I think that's partially what happened with Smokey when he was a (younger) kitten--oh, she loves dog, she loves me, dog must also love me. I also think it might make sense when giving treats or something to have your sister start with Sukuna and you start with Gojo, just so that they both know that you prioritize them (to prevent jealousy, I always start with Alyosha since he was here first; I call it birth order rights, jk).

Good luck! And if anyone else has advice, please share!

Leaving you with a photo of the two of them from yesterday evening:

#ask hamliet #cats and dogs #the doggo #the kitter

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alaydabug2 · 7 months ago

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@sparklenarniawizard

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Twenty-six

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

"Where's your parents?" Keefe asked, plopping on the edge of the bed next to Sophie.

"Visiting Jolie," she murmured. "She would have been twenty today."

"Oh...," he whispered. "How are they holding up?"

"They're taking it a bit harder this year. I asked if they wanted me to come, and they said it'd be best if I stayed home this time."

She scooted over on the bed to make room for him. He slid his legs under the covers next to her.

"That makes sense." He reached over to grab one of the extra books on the nightstand. "How are you doing with it?"

She shrugged. "I'm ok. I never even got a chance to meet her before she died."

"Yeah, but... is it ever hard knowing you could've had a sister."

"I do have a sister," she insisted. "I just think think of her has my guardian angel."

Keefe smiled. "I like that." He let her snuggle into his arms before asking, "How did they end up adopting you, anyway."

"They had actually ended up signing up for fostering before Jolie died. So when they got a call that I needed somewhere to go, they didn't have the heart to turn me down. I stayed with them for a few months, and they ended up fully adopting me."

"Do you know anything about your biological parents?"

"I know my bio mother gave me up because my bio father had died before giving birth. Other than that, I don't."

The two of them sat with each other reading. Sophie moved her head out of the crook of his neck to say, "What exactly... are we, right now?" Cause we're not just friends anymore, but we've... never established anything."

"Well... I wouldn't mind being together," he eventually spoke. "What do you want?"

"I wouldn't mind it either. I'd just have to ask my parents if we'd be allowed to." She fiddled with her fingers. "What about you? What will your parents say about it."

He snorted. "Cute that you think they could care less about my love life."

Sophie's face fell. "Oh. Alright then."

They went back to reading their books for the time being. After a few hours of reading and talking later, there was silent shuffling in the kitchen. Her parents were home.

"Hey, Keefe," Sophie murmured. "I don't mean to kick you out or anything, but it might be best if you head home for today."

Keefe nodded. "I understand."

They walked out to the living room. Grady and Edaline were putting their things away. They waved the two kid and went to the couch.

Sophie said goodbye to Keefe, then went to join her parents. Grady strangled her in a hug. There was a little sniffle. "We love you, kiddo."

"I love you too," she whispered back.

A few more sniffles and a sob from Edaline. They held onto her like a lifeline for an hour or two. When it was time to make dinner, she joined her mom in the kitchen.

As they sat down to eat, Sophie had to ask, "Am I... allowed to date?"

Grady seemed surprised with the question. Edaline had a soft grin hidden on her face.

"Umm," he pondered. "I don't know. You're still pretty young."

Edaline elbowed him. "Well, don't you think it depends on who it is, dear."

"I suppose," he admitted. "Are you just curious, or is there someone particular?"

Sophie looked down at her plate and nodded."

Grady raised his eyebrows. "Oh. Well. Who is it? Do we know him?"

Sophie nodded again. She picked at her food. "It's Keefe."

Edaline let slip a little giggle. Grady turned to her. "Do you know something I don't?"

Edaline shoved another piece of food in her mouth. "I didn't say anything." To Sophie, she said, "For the record, I am perfectly fine with it."

Grady lowered his voice to a hush. "I don't know, Eda. They're in eighth grade."

"Didn't you just say it depends on who it is?" She asked. "They've known each other forever."

"I know. That's the issue. I don't want her to get her heart broken."

"Honey." She reached up to cup his face. "It's Keefe. Do you really think he'd hurt her?"

He sighed in defeat. "I guess not." He turned back to his daughter. "I... suppose that it's ok."

Sophie smiled. "Thank you."

"Of course. Just... be responsible, ok? "

"We will," she promised.

After dinner, when she was in bed, she texted Keefe.

'My parents said it's ok!'

'Great! Now, I can officially say, will you be my girlfriend?"

Sophie couldn't help giggling.

'Yes. Yes, I will.'

'Alright, Foster, goodnight. See you at school tomorrow.'

'Goodnight'

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc sophie foster #kotlc keefe sencen #sokeefe #fanfic #broken heart/Broken mind

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alwayzraven · 2 years ago

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Kardeşlerim 85

Ayla was about to tell Asiye and Omer about the video when Akif whispered to her: "I know that Berk is not your son".

Ayla was shocked and said she's going to get some air, Akif went with her outside. She tried to act like she didn't know what he was talking about but this didn't work on Akif. Ayla kept on saying:”Berk is MY son”. Berk came because he was worried but his mom told him that Akif will drive her home.

Ayla and Akif went somewhere else to talk. Ayla asked him how he knew about this and Akif told her that he found some documents related to Berk in a box at a bank. So the box had a birth certificate of Berk (Berk’s birthday is 22.03.2003 so he should be 20 now but he is still somehow 18 in the kardeslerim universe? make it make sense pls), two health reports of his parents as well as the contact number of the woman who arranged the transaction. So basically this woman sold babies. Akif asked his detective friend about the woman and he told him that she went to prison for that but she’s out now. Akif went to meet her and asked her about Resul, she said she remembers him. She told him that Resul got the baby (Berk) from her and Berk had a twin sister.

Akif asked Ayla if Berk knows that he has a sister and Ayla said that Berk doesn’t know anything. Resul kept the contact details of Berk’s family and health reports of Berk’s family in case Berk got sick and needed something like a bone marrow transplant or a donor or anything like that in the future. Ayla said that she couldn’t get pregnant. They met a midwife at the hospital, she told them that she had a solution for them. She introduced them to a guy whose wife just gave birth to twins. The family was poor so they told Resul and Ayla “we’ll give you the baby in exchange for some money” so the money wasn’t Resul and Ayla’s idea. Resul always wanted a son so Ayla couldn’t take Berk’s sister. The midwife assured Ayla and Resul that Berk’s family won’t know their names, who they are and where they live. Ayla begged Akif not to tell Berk bc it would traumatize him and he won’t forgive her. Akif asked her to give him the phone, he was going to throw the phone in the water but Ayla asked him to delete the video and give her back the phone bc it has Berk’s pictures with his dad. Akif deleted the video and told her that if he sees this video somewhere else, he will know that she’s to blame for that.

Berk came home and found Ayla sitting in the dark.

Berk:”Mom, why are you sitting in the dark?”

Ayla:”Berk, you’re here, son?”

Berk:”I am here. Why are you sitting in the dark? Or are you still not feeling well”

Ayla:”No, I am okay son, I am okay, don’t worry. I missed you, that’s it”

Berk:”You missed me? I am here, my beautiful mom. Is your stomach not upset but you are a bit upset maybe?”

Ayla:”Yes, a bit. There is no specific reason, this happens to me from time to time.”

Berk:”Are you sure there is no specific reason?”

Ayla:”I am sure son, I am sure”

Berk:”Okay then. By the way nobody thanked you in the middle of that mess but everyone was happy with your gift. It was a nice gesture to our squad”

Ayla:”good, I am glad they liked it. I will get it as soon as possible son, don’t worry”

Ayla:”Berk, I love you so much. Do you love me too?”

Berk:”what kind of question is that mom? Of course I love you so much too. You are my one and only mom. the prettiest of them all. How can I not love you. Come here”

And then he kissed her and hugged her

Ayla:”My dear son, you are everything to me”

Ayla:”btw I fixed your dad’s phone”

Berk:”Thank you mom.”

Berk: “My beautiful mom, the prettiest of them all. Of course, I love you so much. Don’t ask me silly questions like this again, okay?”

Sengul was at Nebehat’s house organizing her clothes. She wanted to try one of her suits but then Akif and Nebehat came home. Sengul hid in the closet and heard them talk about how Berk is not Ayla’s son and what Resul and Ayla did to get him. However, she misunderstood part of the story. She thought Berk’s mom did not know that her baby was sold and she wasn’t involved in the whole thing. Akif left the contact details and documents he found in the box in the room so Sengul took pictures and decided to go look for Berk’s mom. She went to her house and met Berk’s sister, Elif. Then her mom came and Sengul told her that she needed to talk to her about something important. Sengul told her that she knows her son. Sengul asked her if they told her that her son died when he was born and Berk’s mom said yes that’s what they told her (she was lying ofc). Sengul showed her Ayla’s picture with Berk and told her that his parents are rich. Berk’s mom said that she wants to meet him.

Sengul took her to Ayla’s house. Ayla was shocked to see her. Ayla asked Sengul what she was doing with this woman, Ayla told Berk’s mom that they agreed not to see each other. Berk’s mom said that she missed her son. Sengul was surprised to hear that because she told her that she didn’t know that her son was alive. She basically tricked Sengul. Ayla told Sengul that Berk’s mom knew what her husband did. Her husband is in prison btw. Ayla told her that she might’ve given birth to Berk but she was the one who raised him, he is her son. Ayla asked her to leave. Berk’s mom refused to leave and asked for 5 millions but Ayla told her that she won’t give her any money. While they were arguing, Berk came and started knocking on the door, he forgot his keys. Ayla and Sengul panicked and Berk’s mom said that she’s going to tell him everything. Ayla tried to stop her and hit her on the head. I don’t think she’s dead, I hope she’s not dead because I don’t want Ayla to go to prison.

We had shock after shock in this episode. I did not expect Berk’s story to be this sad. He is going to be devastated when he finds out. Also, Resul is such an asshole for not taking Berk’s sister too. It seemed that Ayla wanted to take her but Resul was against it. Also, I don’t care what anyone says, Ayla is Berk’s mom. She loves him so much, he is her everything.

I don’t know if the truth will come out this season or in the next one. I am curious if Aybike will know about this before Berk since Sengul and Ayla are partners in crime now.

I think Elif will be jealous of Berk bc he was raised by rich parents. She seems like a troublemaker and I think she might not like Berk at first but eventually, their relationship will improve.

#kardeşlerim #kardeslerim #ayber #recap

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vacantgodling · 2 years ago

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15 Tags 15 Mutuals

thanks so much for tagging me @forthesanityofstorytellers! i guess i'm supposed to answer this as an oc so i'll choose hue rvynwell! aka my silly silly werewolf that is causing problems for himself on purpose.

i'll leave this as an open tag tbh, tell me about y'alls ocs :3

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not that I'm aware of, to be honest with you, I'm not even sure where my mother got my name from. She said that it meant heart or spirit, or something like that, but most people just assume its in relation to the color.

I can't really blame them, but it gets annoying after awhile.

2. When was the last time you cried?

... I don't want to answer that question.

(as an aside, hue's been crying A Lot lately but he doesn't want to admit to that loloL)

3. Do you have kids?

I have two beautiful daughters, Esther and Ozandra-though we just call her Ozzy, she prefers it. I think Ozandra is a lovely name since... I name her after my mother. When Esther's mother, Abigail, found out that she had another witch child, she actually gave Jihan and I the honors of naming her and since my mother recently passed... I thought...

Well, anyway. Ozandra is 13 and Esther is 16. They're getting so big! Time really does fly and I haven't regretted a single moment of taking them in.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Not often, actually. I've been told I'm a little too straightforward.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Usually how they carry themselves. I'm a wolf, its all about body language for me. Not in the... sizing people up kind of way, I don't have a complex or anything like that. But just seeing if they seem confident, or shy, or nervous... Things like that.

6. What's your eye colour?

A brown-yellow sort of color. In my humanoid form my eyes are brown. In my wolf form, very stereotypically, they're yellow. However, I learned recently that that's actually a recessive trait in wolves; meaning that having yellow eyes is pretty rare. Which is great, but still makes me feel horribly ordinary.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't handle horror movies well truth be told. However, I don't like unearned happy endings.

8. Any special interests?

Most people wouldn't expect it of me but I'm actually quite into science and biology especially. I actually work at a lab. I don't know why people are shocked by it but I assume its because of a preconceived notion they have about wolves.

9. Where were you born?

My mother wanted to have a natural birth for all of her kids, so she went back home to her ancestral den to give birth to me and my other siblings. One of my sister's is currently carrying on that tradition, but my other sisters have just decided to go to the hospital.

10. What are your hobbies?

Competitive games or sports (I really enjoy bowling and paintball), sleeping, reading books (though mainly about science, I usually can't sit through much else), stargazing, and I've taken up yoga recently because Esther didn't want to do it by herself.

11. Do you have any pets?

It feels a little... redundant.

12. What sports do you play / have played?

In highschool I gave many sports a try, but I think I enjoyed Ultimate Frisbee for every reason you could possibly expect. Aside from that, rugby was great to get out aggression.

13. How tall are you?

Around 6'5", last I checked.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Biology.

15. Dream Job

To be honest I'd love to own my own private research lab and make money off of my research papers. Going into offices, having meetings and deadlines, etc is a drag.

#s: supernatural dads

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happilestangi · 1 month ago

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True Story: So when I was 15 my sister brought home some short eerie blonde dude that when we met he shook my hand super hard and hurt it, and she said this guy (who she was dating) can be my “music mentor” I didn’t know what to think but I found out he was in a band and was a voiceover artist so I believed it. We started this “mentorship” and I met a publicist through him at his premier who came over one day bringing a director which is the same one that literally created my siblings fake lives into the so-called “success” they have now, but really they’re just empty shells, wicked human beings posing as normal people. Anyway, back to the story, and Fast forward over a year later having our “mentorship” but really after all his brainwashing, manipulation, and threats against me telling anybody how he was taking advantage of me, a 15 year old child, sexually, and he was a fully grown 29 year old (no he didn’t help me in music one bit), and when i finally cut myself out of his life and came back home, immediately I was sent away by my mom to a mental hospital and treatment center for getting in a fight with her because she was trying to force me into Scientology.

The only reason I wasn’t in the treatment center until I was 18 was because some producer I met one time said he would take care of me and produce my music in Hungary, but all he did was sit around and let his step kids steal my stuff from the laundry and my room. I was then pawned off onto my moms psychotic gay friend Paul, lived with him in his house until I couldn’t take it anymore after less than a year, so then I was living out of my vehicle until I found a cheap apartment my mom agreed to pay rent. I ended up being trapped there for six years asking my mom to please let me live with her or go anywhere else as I was surrounded by drug addicts and party people being loud next door all day and night, I couldn’t focus or do anything there let alone put myself together enough to get a job as everybody around me was preying on me constantly alone in that apartment.

All of this, as one would imagine, only made me angry and didn’t help but only hindered my progress as a human being, my mom was also dying from cancer for the majority of the time I was stuck in that apartment in the most ghetto neighborhood in the heart of Hollywood, refusing to let me live with her and help her, which would’ve helped me. She actually chose to let some of my friends live with her instead and take care of her, which I know I would’ve done a far better job at. My siblings were always nonexistent during any misfortune in the family and nowhere to be found when I needed help, wasn’t there for my mom when she was dying but only to profit by receiving checks for thousands to help her at hospitals, and when I ever luckily was allowed over or got ahold of my mom on the phone she would guilt-trip me for paying my rent and gas, yet gave me no way out. She once told me that if she never birthed me she would’ve had more kids, which was mad to say because she and my dad divorced six months after I was born, so it was their fault not mine.

One night I got into an argument with the racist black next door neighbor who had 7+ people living with her somehow because I had enough of her keeping me up all night playing her TV right where I sleep and we ended up getting into an altercation on my doorstep, they called the cops and lied that I came at them on their doorstep when she came at me with her two friends backing her up. So yeah I was arrested and not them, and that wasn’t enough because Her and her friends went out of their way to frame me in court, all having different stories but oddly still making everybody believe them, my mom hired an attorney that sat on the case, didn’t fight for me and didn’t get necessary evidence like pictures of my broken window because they kicked it when I closed my door on them and locked it, I was lucky to be charged with only resist arrest and threats because of the superior job (to the paid attorney) my public defender did in the end.

Of course I was bullied endlessly by all the gross women in prison, until I made it to the honor dorm and finally got some peace and some friends. Can’t even tell you how many times I switched rooms and “bunkies” because I ended up with one abusive jealous bitch after the next. When I got out three months earlier because I completed all the programs offered and never got a write-up, I was given an apartment to live in by my siblings, they made a verbal agreement with me that I would work for them and let them keep my third of the rental income to live there. And this was a very expensive apartment, especially just for one person, I never found another one nor did they ever help me find another one but just enslaved me instead and never communicated anything about what was going on with my moms estate and if they ever did it was to justify them not giving me a penny of my distribution when it was their fiduciary duty… i even paid out of the life insurance benefit a loan to my sister of $7k and helped upkeep the properties fot $40k. Not to mention they were actively trying to get me thrown back in jail lying to my parole agent and trying to get my friends to as well!

I basically fell into another trap and was held there by the hands of my own flesh and blood, just like before I was stuck in that apartment for six years, having to deal with the crazy tenants my sister brought in who were all alcoholics drug addicts and party people keeping me up all night and distracting me all day, I was unable to focus on my own life and was working without pay… this lasted for YEARS (2018 to 2023) until they decided to evict me out of nowhere, lying that I wasn’t paying rent when we had that agreement, and since I hired some random guy who wasn’t an attorney but lied and defrauded me and I then lost my case.

My sister threatened to sell the property she was supposed to give me unless I signed a settlement agreement (that made it so that’s all I received even if it’s not an equal third like my mom wanted in her will), and which made no sense at all because she had to give me the money regardless (minus her “trustee fee” which she still requested again after already taking it) and I hired a real attorney when one of the properties were going into default because of the giant loans they took out while they were keeping me as their slave. This lawyer took a percentage of my distribution that ended up being an extortionate amount, which he took in full without my knowledge or approval when he cashed the check also without my approval and knowledge… and we have been going through court to no avail for two years, him doing basically next to nothing to help this end faster… even when my (malevolent) siblings finally agreed to a mediation after 8 fucking years of me requesting, he forgot the substantial evidence that I paid thousands for, which was an account of the money I paid to upkeep the properties. He’s fired obviously!

Honestly I could write a novel about how much suffering I have endured at the hands of my own family, reckoning myself to Britney Spears, but I am the antithesis of her. I wish I had the time and energy. Every single person that I was supposed to trust with my life actually ruined my life with every chance they got. It’s amazing I’ve been able to even end up remotely “safe” with an illegal immigrant I met randomly at a cafe because I got evicted so suddenly and didn’t have the time to get another place. This guy has been the only person in my entire life who’s ever been consistent, but he’s also an asshole who takes advantage of me. Barely a friend and definitely not a partner at all, but at least he’s “there if I need somebody” = his own words.

I’ve been raped at least once by every guy I’ve been in a situationship with and I’ve been almost killed. I wish I was never born in that family and/or given up for adoption before they ruined my childhood, young and adult life, and they still have their evil clutches gripping at the last morsels of life force and vitality that they can drain out of me while I’m still stuck here. I know nobody ever asks if I’m ok or how I’m doing and just judges me but I felt like giving at least a summary as to why I’ve been venting poetry and trying to get any kind of attention from my friends online, but of course to no avail. I even met with one of the stalker “friends” I once had and they admitted they were reading everything but responding to nothing. As expected, Nothing ever worked out for me in the new Babylon, I’ve always been treated like a doormat and outcasted by the very people who go out of their way to take my favor and trust in the first place. Like why? Just leave me BE

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briamichellewrites · 2 years ago

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Mike looked into body dysmorphia, a disorder where a person’s view of their body is distorted. A person could work out excessively, cover themselves in clothing, get cosmetic surgeries, wear makeup, or diet to remove perceived or imagined flaws in their appearance. He wasn’t a mental health expert, but he would advocate for her to get an evaluation. Bruce mentioned he would also do research. He thanked him for the update. Though he hoped it meant Brie would receive treatment, he wasn’t holding his breath.

He and Patti consulted Tom Hanks and his wife, Rita. Their son, Chester was also going through a serious drug addiction. It started when he was sixteen. He had gone to multiple rehabs but was yet to remain sober. They were heartbroken to learn that Brie was going through the same thing. It seemingly started after she gave birth to her twins. They also told them about her divorce.

It was civil. She was going to sign away her rights to Mike and his boyfriend. That was the last update they had about that. She had gone to Paris to look for a vacation home. When she came home, that was when things started. She overdosed on cocaine and was in the hospital for twenty-four hours. Because of the divorce, she was living at a hotel but they kicked her out after her overdose and she had been homeless since. Mike and his boyfriend were afraid she was going to try to take her life.

“She was diagnosed with postpartum bipolar disorder, which could be causing this. We have no idea what the hell is going on.”

“Why are they getting divorced”, Tom asked for clarification.

“Because she is going to sign custody over to Mike because of mental health issues. To do that, they have to legally divorce. He and his boyfriend are going to share custody with the biological father.”

“That kind of makes sense. Boyfriend?”

“Yeah, he came out as gay. They were involved in an open marriage, which she fully supported because she wanted him to be happy.”

They met his boyfriend. He was the kind of guy who was perfect for him. Very respectful and he treated Brie like a younger sister. They had nothing but wonderful things to say about him.

brielikethecheese: Another twenty-four hours in the hospital because the police found me passed out in a public bathroom. The only reason why I’m on this app is that I feel like I’m screaming into the void. All that comes back are the thoughts in my head. I’m not worth anything. Not even love. I’m ugly and nobody understands. I’m just going through a manic episode and will be better in a few days. Fuck that. Why get mental health treatment if nobody fucking cares? How fucked up do I have to be considered worth listening to or taken seriously? I’m so fucking tired.

Mike tried. He and Brie felt like she wasn’t being listened to by the hospital’s mental health staff. It was beyond frustrating. He was so scared that one day he would find out she was dead. The twins were back home with him and Phoenix after staying with his parents. They had gotten over their colds and were feeling better. When his mother dropped them off, they gave them big smiles.

Dada! He and Phoenix were thrilled to have them home with them. It was the distraction they needed. The twins were learning how to sit up by themselves, though they were still a little wobbly. Before they knew it, they would be crawling all over the house and putting whatever they could grab into their mouths. That meant being very careful about watching them. No, Lily. Don’t put that in your mouth, Lila. Their little girls were growing and it was exciting to watch their milestones.

Brie was desperate for something to eat, so after the appointment, Mike brought her into the studio. They had a break room with some free food. He let her pick what she wanted. She got a couple of oranges, a banana, and a Gatorade from the vending machine. He handed her a bag of chips. Thanks. She was starving and had limited places that would allow her into their establishments, so any food was appreciated.

The band was waiting patiently for him. They had started practicing but they needed his vocals. When they came in, she pulled the garbage over to a chair before sitting down. They were in shock at her appearance. She had lost weight, her hair was a mess and she looked like she hadn’t showered in days. They watched as she peeled the orange and started eating it without acknowledging their presence. Mike read their minds and nodded. Phoenix patted his shoulder before he took over with Brad.

She was sober but was wanting to go out and find something to get her high. Her body had gone through withdrawal from heroin while in the hospital. Chester watched her and it broke his heart. He knew what she was going through and he wished he could take it away from her. But, he couldn’t.

The media found out about her latest hospitalization and shared it on the news. She wanted to go to Paris to escape the media attention. But she would need a visa to stay for over ninety days. Three months wasn’t enough time. After eating and cleaning up, she went out with her bottle of Gatorade. Where was she going? She didn’t know. Her body had to move around because she was anxious and restless. She was craving heroin but didn’t know where to get it.

During the next break, Rob, Chester, and Phoenix went to go look for her. They found her gone. Brie? They looked all over, even in the women’s bathroom. No. She had left. Chester mentioned going back to make sure she hadn’t gone through their stuff and taken anything. That was a good idea.

“Did you find her”, Brad asked.

“No. We should all check our stuff to make sure she didn’t take anything”, Phoenix said.

They checked their wallets but it didn’t look suspicious. No, she hadn’t taken anything. She seemed dazed like she wasn’t really there. They all noticed how she didn’t even acknowledge them when she came in. Chester went through his stuff because he couldn’t find his antidepressant medication. That was what she had taken. It wasn’t about money, but getting high.

When they were done rehearsing for the day, they went out to their vehicles. They noticed a figure wrapped in blankets lying on top of a flattened cardboard box next to the dumpster. When they got closer, it was obvious it was her. To make sure she was still alive, Rob bent down and shook her. She groaned before sitting up. Why was everyone waking her up? He apologized and said they just wanted to make sure she was still alive.

Chester asked for his medication back. She didn’t have any medication. They pulled the blankets off of her until they found the bottle of medication next to her. She was lucky he wasn’t going to call the police on her for stealing. Phoenix and Brad grabbed her arms and forced her up. They then followed them back into the studio. She protested the entire way.

Inside, Rob put his hands on her shoulders and told her he didn’t care if she hated him or not. He was bringing her to rehab. She didn’t need rehab. Yes, she did. She was stealing from them. Fuck you! She fucking hated him because he was just trying to get rid of her. Then, they could forget about her. She struggled until she got out of his grasp. After stumbling, she tripped on her feet and fell. Thankfully, she didn’t hurt herself.

They helped her up. Leave me alone and let me sleep! She could sleep in rehab. I’m not going to fucking rehab! Mike realized that the thing she was afraid of most was being abandoned by them. He went over and hugged her tightly. We are not leaving you. They just wanted her to get better because they loved her. It wasn’t about forgetting about her. She started crying.

“It doesn’t fucking matter. They kill people in rehab. People fucking die. Then, they burn their bodies to get rid of the evidence. The people turn up missing and everyone thinks they ran away but they really are just buried somewhere. They have huge furnaces, like huge pizza ovens. They give them with medication and then they overdose. That’s how they get money. Insurance pays them to kill addicts to keep them off the streets.”

That made absolutely zero sense. She wasn’t thinking rationally. The saddest part was she believed it was all true. It wasn’t true and they had no idea where she came up with that idea. They could waste their breath by convincing her of the truth but it wasn’t worth it. What could they do? They were helpless. That meant they had to let her go.

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harlowsbby · 2 years ago

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My baby boy

This is a little headcannon of all the moments the reader got emotional when Phoenix and Venus did simple things and Urban always being kinda annoyed. 😭💗. Thank you @moody4world for the idea 💗

Phoenix’s first birthday

You were an emotional wreck today and you had every right to be it was Phoenix’s first birthday, you’ve been up since three am getting all of the decorations together and ready and making sure everyone that was invited was still coming.

“Urban! Have you seen the knife for the cake I can’t find it anywhere?!” You huffed and searched through all of the cabinets and the dishwasher you were starting to get frustrated.

“Baby, the knife is literally in your hand you need to calm down the party is going great and Phoenix is having a wonderful time, look at him.” Urban placed his hands on your hips and brought you into him before pointing to where Phoenix was.

You smiled seeing him running across the backyard with a toy sword in his hands chasing around Jack and Ace before “stabbing” them both. Phoenix erupted into a fit of giggles as Jack fell dramatically onto the floor.

“He is having fun isn’t he.”

“He is baby stop stressing out so much and come enjoy the party.” After awhile of playing with everyone it was time to cut the cake.

Urban and You stood behind Phoenix as he sat on the chair.

“Okay is everyone ready to sing happy birthday?” Neelam asked and pulled out her phone, she was meant to be recording Phoenix but she smirked and had the camera on you she knew any minute know you’d be a crying mess.

“Ready and go..”

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” Everyone sang and you weren’t sure what it was maybe it was reality kicking in that your sweet baby boy was officially one and growing up. You just immediately started crying.

“What baby what’s wrong?”

“He’s just growing up so fast and I can’t take it.” You cried into Urban’s chest and everyone coo’d but laughed at you at the same time, everyone but Urban. He loved you he did but you tended to be overly sensitive.

“Please God if she’s going to be like this till Phoenix is 18, help us now.” He mumbled and rubbed your back while Phoenix began to dig into the cake with his hands.

Phoenix and Venus meeting

Having Phoenix meet Venus was something you couldn’t wait to do, when you arrived back to the hospital you were exhausted and just wanted to sleep but not before Phoenix got to meet his sister.

“Phoenix we’re back home buddy.”

“With my baby sister?!” He yelled from the top of the stairs Urban laughed and set down Venus’s baby carrier on the floor before taking her out.

She squirmed and cried a bit but eventually settled in Urban’s arms.

Phoenix peeked around the corner and watched Urban coo at Venus.

“Phoenix come say hi to your baby sister.” You told him, he walked over to you slowly his dinosaur blanket dragging behind him.

“What’s her name?”

“Her name is Venus.” Urban crouched a bit so Phoenix could look at his sister better. He smiled wide as Venus looked up at him.

“Hi Venus, I’m your big brother Phoenix and I promise to always love you and protect you forever and ever.” That line right there is what sent you over the edge you instantly started crying which caught the attention of Urban and Phoenix.

“Mommy what’s wrong? Are you okay mommy?” Urban sigh and rolled his eyes playfully here you go again.

“Baby why are you crying.. this time?” You punched his shoulder slightly before patting your lap for Phoenix to sit on.

“I just love you all so much I don’t know what I would do without my babies.”

“Probably cry some more.” Urban mumbled but you heard him loud and clear.

“Kiss my ass Wyatt I gave birth to not one but two of your kids so if I wanna cry ima cry.” You defended yourself and Urban tossed his arm up in defense making Phoenix laugh and roll his eyes at the two of you.

Phoenix graduating preschool

“Phoenix Wyatt.” Phoenix’s teacher said from across the stage everyone cheered as Phoenix walked across the stage to accept his little paper that congratulated him on graduating preschool.

“That’s my boy!” Urban yelled, Jack and Neelam held two boxes of tissues with them just incase you started crying.

“Wow I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet Y/N.” Jack teased.

“Me either baby, usually you’d be a crying mess by now I’m proud you’re working on it.”

“I don’t want to be that parent that cries over the silliest and dumbest things I’m proud Phoenix graduated preschool but that’s nothing to cry about.

“Wow someone is changing.” You rolled your eyes and focused on Phoenix’s teacher Ms. Honey.

“Before we wrap everything up we do have one more award to give out, this award will be given to one student. This student has a special place in my heart he’s always been such a big help in my classroom this year, he’s always checking on his classmates and making sure they understand the school work given to them, at times I have to remind him that he isn’t the teacher.” Everyone laughed at her comment.

“This award is the honorable student of the year and I’m giving this award to none other then Phoenix Elliot Wyatt.” Ms. Honey spoke into the microphone.

“What? He won another award. My baby just won the most honorable student of the year award.” You tried your best to hold back your tears but hearing Phoenix won the most honorable student of the year away had you in tears.

“Oh no not again.” Urban said and took the tissues from Neelam and Jack and handed you some.

“Baby why are you crying this time? I swear every single thing he does you’re gonna cry and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

“He’s just such a sweet boy he’s my sweet baby boy.” You cried and hiccuped, which earned you a few odd glances from parents in the room.

“We did good baby stop worrying and crying so much.. or I’m getting a divorce.”

“I wish you would I’ll rip that beard off your face so fa-.”

“Okay you know we still are very much in this school let’s not fight in front of all of these nice and lovely people.” Jack smiled as some of the parents gave you all odd looks.

Maybe you were a bit sensitive at times when it came to Phoenix or Venus but you were a mother and that’s what mothers do. You were thankful for your little family and wouldn’t want it any other way.

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jtargaryen18 · 2 years ago

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Why Your Vote Matters (aka Where I've Been Lately)

Hi there. I'm back today. We got back Thursday but I needed to recover for a day before I tried to get back to something like my normal life. Needless to say, I missed you all. 💕

So, before I launch into this story, two things. First, my family and I are all okay. Second, yeah, I'm going to get a little political here and I try to keep such to a minimum. But I wouldn't do this without a compelling reason.

Trigger warnings for miscarriage, stillbirth, pregnancy, illness, and reproductive health care.

Not far into October, a friend of mine from college invited us out to visit her in California. Like me, she has two little girls. She and I haven't seen each other since we started families so it has been a little while. We got back in touch a few months ago on social media and often talked about how we needed to get together. My Chemical Romance, our favorite band, was playing out there and she got us tickets.

My husband stayed home but I took the girls, yes I made them do school each day lol, and we went out to stay with my friend and her family. Her girls are lovely, her husband is a really great guy.

I should probably mention that she was expecting her third child, a boy. Her due date was right after Thanksgiving. She was just starting her eighth month when we got there. She looked amazing and everything was going well. She suffered a miscarriage last year, she explained, and with this pregnancy, she was terrified of that happening again. She didn't even tell her friends she was expecting until it became obvious.

This pregnancy wasn't planned. But she wanted 3 or 4 children and when they found out everything was going well and it was a boy, they were thrilled. They had a room set up, all his things ready. Their girls, who are a little younger than mine, are small but they were excited. All four girls were like long-lost sisters from the start. It was fun to watch them.

The night of the concert came. My friend didn't want to take a risk in going. Understandable. I went with a friend of hers named Brie (also an MCR fan) and she watched my girls. It was a really good night.

The day before we originally planned to leave, I got my girls going on school (we homeschool). Her girls had gone to school and her husband went to work. She seemed worried. When I asked what was wrong, she said the baby was still and that concerned her. We talked about it and I finally convinced her to call her doctor's office to get her in that day. She was worried about overreacting. I told her that her peace of mind was important too.

The rest of that day was a nightmare. The ultrasound revealed that her son had died. What happened was incredibly rare. Even if they had been doing an ultrasound the exact moment when things went wrong, there was little chance they could have saved him. Her husband raced to the hospital. I went with my girls to get theirs from school and took them home. Her labor was induced and after 11 hours, she gave birth to her son. And he was a little smaller but perfect in every way. His heart just wasn't beating.

I stayed on to help with the girls. My friend's parents are gone and her mother-in-law lives in New Zealand so she couldn't get there right away. I was glad to help. I've experienced some things at the shelter but this was so much more personal. The loss was intense. Her girls aren't 5 yet. How to explain to them (and mine) what happened. It was hard to watch this couple go through loss and grief and have to face every aspect of that. There was a funeral. There was that happy room in bright yellow waiting for a child that wasn't coming.

The funeral was the Friday before Halloween. I took all our girls to a Halloween trail in their town that weekend. I helped where I could. I decided we'd stay on a few days until her MIL could get there.

But my friend had a fever almost as soon as she got home from the hospital. She didn't look well. Yes, she'd been through hell. But one morning, I was making breakfast for the kids and she came into the kitchen. There was a sick smell coming from her. And I had to tell her that. I asked her if I could check her temperature. It was high. She didn't want to go, but I loaded her and the kids into the car (her husband had gone in to work for just a couple of hours) and took her to the ER. There was something left in her womb. They put her under to clear out this debris (they said it wasn't placenta) which had caused sepsis. It was serious. She was back in the hospital and we almost lost her.

Her husband and I took shifts with one of us staying with her, and the other staying with our kids until we knew she'd make it. I thanked the nurse when we brought her home three days ago for all her help. She told me that she was just grateful my friend was in California.

Her MIL got there Wednesday and we came home. But that nurse's words stayed with me. If my friend lived somewhere else, would she be dead? Would she have been denied the care she needed to save her life after the devastating loss of her son? Would her son's loss be blamed on her? Would she have been arrested? What would happen to that family either way? Either that husband and two little girls lose a wife and mother or legal issues would haunt their lives on the heels of one of the worst things that can happen to a mother.

Tuesday the 8th is election day here in the U.S. And I'm just asking as a mother, for my friend, and our daughters, that you think carefully when you vote. While I understand the ideology of those who say they want to protect the unborn, I get that, there are so many other situations where access to medical care is vital to the life of the mother. Access to reproductive care is vital to families with kids already here, and to the economy.

What happened to my friend can happen to any of us. And this is a woman who wanted her son. She loved him with all her heart. I can't even bring myself to think about what might have happened to them if they lived in a place where reproductive health care is denied or where a bounty could have been placed on her head so someone could get $10k by saying she deliberately caused that loss.

Please vote to protect women and their rights to their own bodies. Please vote to save the lives of mothers, to save families.

Thank you so much for letting me share this with you.

#Vote on the 8th #Vote to Protect Women #Vote to protect families

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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The Conversation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 7661 (Don’t come at me - you guys asked for it)

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Fluff, Feelings, I Dunno What Else, This One’s Pretty Chill, Except The Ending, But You’ll See When You Get There

A/N: Here it is! I was hesitant about posting it because that means we’re getting closer to the end and I’m such a nostalgic bitch! I’m definitely gonna cry next week when the last episode comes out! Anyways, I’ve got a few things to talk about:

I think this is one of the most important chapters I’ve written and I’m excited to see your reactions to it. It is longer, but you guys asked for that, so you got it! Also, I’m loving the Asks, Comments, and Reblogs. I try to respond to all of them. I have work in a little bit, so I won’t be able to until after, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Ask me anything; about my series, the show, any of the movies, personal stuff, I really don’t care. If you’re not comfortable, that’s totally fine! Every like means so much to me!

I know it’s not the end yet - we’ve got one more episode and a list of One Shots to get through - but there’s a definite feeling of this series coming to an end, and I just want to thank you all for the support and love you’ve been giving it! I’ve really enjoyed writing these characters and this story! It’s very, very special to me and I’m glad I’ve been able to share it with you lovely people!

On that note, be kind to yourselves and others! Thank you again for reading! Excuse any mistakes - this isn’t beta’d! Enjoy and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT! (Sorry for the gifs I just love them so much and he’s so pretty and this part is technically two parts so...you get four!)

“Louisiana.” Bucky hummed, looking around the airport.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not gonna find anything interesting about Louisiana in here, doofus. Let’s call an Uber.”

“An Ooper? What the hell is an Ooper?”

You giggled, shaking your head and grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the luggage carousel. “Uber. It’s like…a taxi service. But there’s an app on your phone to get a driver instead of waiting for one on the street.”

“Oh.” He blinked, tilting his head. “That’s…helpful.”

You laughed again, stopping in front of Carousel 3, where your flight from New York was assigned. You went back to New York to grab a bag with clean clothes and other necessities, along with taking a real shower for once. It was nice to be back in the States, as much as you loved traveling. It’d been a crazy few weeks and you were ready to just relax.

“Do you think there were any problems with Sammy’s present?”

Bucky shook his head. “Nah. Especially considering they know who we are.”

You snickered at his slight grumble. They had had…problems at the other two airports - first the one in Sokovia then JFK in New York - considering Bucky’s entire arm was metal. It’d taken a full hour before they actually let you go, and by that time they had to give you a new plane because yours had left.

“Seriously. Who else has a fucking metal arm and has 1917 listed as their birth year on their Driver’s License?” You giggled again. That was also true. They thought he was messing with them. It wasn’t until you stepped in a few minutes after they asked Bucky to step to the side, seeing Bucky get frustrated, that they realized Bucky wasn’t pulling their legs.

“Well, we’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

He nodded in agreement, watching for your bags, his hand finding yours when he realized how many people there were. “Do you know where he lives? I didn’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He invited me over once. I declined, but I saved the address.”

“He…invited you over?” Bucky frowned.

You gave him a look. “I’m sure he invited you, too. You just never checked his texts.”

He licked his lips, tilting his head. “Yeah, no, I know, but I mean…why didn’t you go? Weren’t you two just talking about how you wanted to meet his nephews the other day?”

“Yeah, but I had gotten a tip on Wanda at the time and I didn’t want to miss the chance that she was there. He told me it was fine. I still felt really bad. I could tell he was a bit disappointed. I think it was one of the boys’ birthdays. Or something. I don’t remember. Is that bad? Yeah, probably. I really should remember. Maybe I should keep track of birthdays on my calendar or something.”

“Doll.” You looked up to find him giving you a magnificent smile, teeth and all. “You’re rambling.”

“Oh. Am I? Sorry. I didn’t realize.”

He shook his head quickly, squeezing your hand. “Don’t apologize. It’s cute. I’m just not used to you talking so much. You kinda did on the phone sometimes.”

You shrugged, pushing down the heat crawling up your neck at his words. “I rambled a lot to Steve.”

“Oh.”

His face fell, making you scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, nudging him slightly to grin at him. “It’s nice to have someone to ramble to again, though.” There was that smile again. You were stopped from saying anything more when you noticed some kids pointing and chattering excitedly at a gleaming silver box coming around the corner on the conveyor belt. “There it is.”

He looked over his shoulder, dropping your hand and stepping over to grab it, lifting it effortlessly. You didn’t know what was in it or how heavy it was, but you were sure it felt like a feather to him.

“Alright. Got our bag, sweetheart?” You lifted up the duffle in answer and he jerked his head towards the doors. “Let’s get outta here, then. Call that Booper or whatever.”

“U-B-E-R! Ub-er!” You threw your hands up, following him as he started walking towards the exit. “What’s so hard about it?!”

He just gave you a little smirk over his shoulder.

***************

Bucky kept asking the Uber driver questions about his job. The guy was super nice and patient the whole time, a thick southern accent lacing his answers. Southern hospitality was no joke and apparently had no limit as Bucky asked about his experiences, listening intently and telling him his own stories of taxi drivers in NYC.

When you got to Sam’s sister’s house, Bucky, being Bucky, tipped the driver half of what you paid for the ride, thanking him for his time and energy, before getting out.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” You teased him as you stepped up the porch stairs and knocked on the door.

He rolled his eyes, a tint of pink dusting across his cheeks. “He was nice.”

You hummed at his defense, the smile never leaving your features. After a moment, Bucky raised his fist to knock again. “Jesus Christ! Don’t fucking knock their door down!” You grabbed his wrist and lowered it.

“Sorry. I forget sometimes.” Bucky informed you absentmindedly, tilting his head to peek in the window. “I don’t think anyone’s home.”

“They’re probably at the docks, then.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “The docks?”

You nodded, gesturing for him to follow you. “Yeah. They have a boat, remember? He talked about it last week.”

“Oh right. The one he’s trying to convince his sister not to sell.”

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I’m pretty sure it’s that way. I don’t know how far, but we can call the Uber back-”

Bucky scrunched up his face and shook his head. “Nah. I don’t wanna bother him again. We can walk.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “It’s literally his job to drive people around.”

“Well, yeah, but what if he’s got other people to drive?”

You lifted his metal knuckles to your lips. “Trust me, Buck, I’m sure he’d rather drive you than anyone else.”

“Thank you?”

Swinging your now linked hands, you gave a firm nod, letting him know it was, in fact, a compliment. “You are so very welcome.”

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it was, and you ended up on Bucky’s back after he kept complaining about how you “shouldn’t be walking this long” and you were “injured” and you “needed rest’”. You’re not sure how a shoulder wound affected your ability to walk, but you relented and let him carry you the rest of the way to stop his whining.

“You forget, you did pull your thigh.”

“That was, like, three weeks ago! Yeesh!”

You finally got to the docks, which were bustling with people. Bucky set you down and raised an eyebrow which you shrugged in reply to, before heading over to where you spotted Sam with a few other older men.

“How do we get it off the truck?” You heard Sam ask, pointing to a large boat engine part in the bed of a beaten up truck. Scoffing as Bucky lifted it up without breaking a sweat, you leaned against the truck. Bucky grunted and set it down, looking at Sam.

“You’re welcome.” What a punk. “Just dropping this off.” Bucky lifted the case and set it where the engine was previously, Sam coming to stand on the opposite side of the truck as you. “You can sign for it and I’ll go.” You snorted, shaking your head, making Bucky shove your shoulder - the uninjured one - playfully. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

Sam looked at you curiously. You shrugged and shook your head. “Don’t look at me, Sammy. He wouldn’t tell me what it is. He’s all hushy hushy about it until you say so.”

Before Sam could reply, there was a squeak and hissing over at the boat where steam was coming from a few pipes.

“Sam!” You knew that was Sarah from pictures Sam showed you. You stayed up by the truck, pulling yourself onto the bed while Sam tried fixing the pipe, Bucky butting in to show him how to do it properly.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

You saw Bucky lift up said metallic limb. “Well…I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m-I’m right handed.” Letting out a laugh, Bucky turned around and scowled teasingly at you. “And what’re you laughing at?!”

“Nothing!”

“Well then get your ass over here!”

You rolled your eyes, hopping down from the truck as Bucky asked if Sam wanted help with the boat. You leaned against a wooden post, grinning when Sam looked at you.

“I don’t have any plans.”

Sam gave a small smile, jerking his head back. “Yeah.”

You jumped down onto the boat to follow him, looking over your shoulder and stopping with an amused eyebrow raised as Bucky introduced himself to Sarah. “I’m Bucky.”

“Ah…Sarah.”

“Sarah.” Bucky repeated her name, before walking towards you, a grin still on his lips.

“Careful, Barnes. That playboy Steve warned me about is coming out.” You nudged him with a smirk, ignoring the feeling of your stomach dropping.

He rolled his eyes, kissing your head as he passed you and Sam to go where Sam was gesturing. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’re still my doll.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, falling into step besides you and lowering his voice. “Conversation?”

“Hasn’t happened.” You informed him through clenched teeth as he groaned.

Sam gave you a list of chores that needed to be done to clean up the boat, giving you a quick tour and letting you know where all the tools needed where. You set to work immediately.

Sanding down, replacing old parts, cleaning, polishing and painting over the things that didn’t need replacing. They didn’t let you do any heavy lifting because of your stupid shoulder, but you were still able to help.

Sam had turned on some music for you to listen to, so you danced around the boat while cleaning. Turning your head when you felt a pair of eyes on you, you smiled when Bucky snapped his head back down to the wood he was sanding down.

“Gonna dance, Barnes?”

He looked back over, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m good watching you.”

Rolling your eyes, you got back to work, continuing to bop to the music, fully aware that he was watching you now.

A little while later, you were repainting the edges of the boat orange, when you looked over and noticed Bucky playing around with a paint scraper…sitting right on the edge that you had just finished repainting a few minutes ago.

“Buck!”

He looked over, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your mischievous grin. Shaking your head, you waved dismissively. “Never mind!”

He gave you a confused sort of pout, before shrugging and continuing to fidget with the tool. It wasn’t until later when he got up to help Sam tear the metal plating off the edge that it came to light with Sam chuckling and raising an eyebrow.

“Sit in something there, Barnes?”

“What?”

Bucky craned his neck back, eyes widening when he saw the orange paint on his ass, contrasting with his jeans. You let out a cackle and he whipped towards you, pointing at you accusingly, although the small uptick of his lips let you know he wasn’t really mad.

“Y/N!”

“No, no, no!” You laughed, sprinting across the deck, shrieking when he grabbed your waist and spun you around. You gasped when he grabbed a paint brush and painted an orange stripe right down the front of your shirt. “James!”

“Justice, sweetheart.” He breathed in your ear with a chuckle.

You shook your head, wiggling out of his hold. “This is a nice shirt!”

“You should’ve thought about that before.” He smirked, crossing his arms. Your eyes caught sight of Sam behind him, who raised an eyebrow and the bucket of paint he was holding. You nodded with a little giggle, making Bucky’s eyes narrow. “What’s so funny over there, do - holy shit!

You guffawed as orange paint dripped down his head, Sam standing innocently behind him with the now empty bucket behind his back. “Samuel!”

“Oops?”

“I’m gonna kill you!”

“Try me old man!”

“Fuck!

“Doll!”

“Oh my God!”

Paint, orange and white since those were the only cans they had out, flew across the deck, paint brushes being used like fencing swords.

You found out too late that wet paint was a little bit slippery and you slid on a huge puddle, sending you, not onto the ground below, but over the side of the edge into the water.

“Doll!”

“Cher, you good?!”

The three of you looked at each other, stunned for a moment, before bursting into fits of laughter and you nodded. “I’m good!”

The boys helped you get back up onto the dock, Sarah appearing with towels she conjured up out of thin air. “Let’s get you into dry clothes. Do you have-?”

“We’ve got some. We got a bag.” You told her with a grin, facing the guys. “You two should clean up some, too. Sammy, you’ve got a little something right there.” You pointed to your cheek, his own having a giant white splotch from his temple to his jaw. “And Buck?” You sniggered, gesturing to the whole of him. “You’ve got a lotta something right there.”

“Ha. Ha.” He looked down. His top was practically tiger print, drenched in orange with white here and there, and his ass still orange as well. His hair, which had been plastered to his forehead, was starting to dry now, and it only made you laugh some more thinking about what a pain it’d be to get it out. For him, at least.

“God. Can’t even have a relaxing day on the boat with you two.” Sam jested once you finished up and joined him and Bucky, who had just finished dumping out some water buckets. Bucky had changed his shirt and it looked like they tried wiping their faces, but Sam still had small lines of white down his face. “How ‘bout a couple of drinks? Surely you can’t ruin that too.”

“Ruin?” You gasped in mock offence. “Sammy! I just made the day more…interesting.”

Sam chuckled, ruffling Bucky’s hair, which still had orange streaks in it. “Let’s go get some beers.”

************

You chatted for a bit, mainly you and Sam with you asking how Sarah and the boys were while Bucky with your legs in his lap, just listening to you two and sipping at his bottle. You had his hand in your own lap, wiping it down with a rag due to the paint that got on it.

“You’re lucky this is vibranium, you know.” You commented off handedly. “If it was your other one, it’d definitely get stained.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Bucky shot back with a teasing grin.

“Sammy’s.”

Sam spluttered. “Wh-what?! You started it!” You laughed, shaking your head.

Falling into a comfortable silence with just the water and birds chirping as your soundtrack, you downed the rest of your drink, which Bucky took as finished. “Well,” you moved your legs to let him stand up. He leaned forwards to clink his bottle against Sam’s and you stood up and stretched. “Gotta catch our flight tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night.” Sam gave you a look to which you rolled your eyes at as Bucky set down his bottle and grabbed his jacket. “Crash, you know?”

“So you’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“Well I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“Just stay here.” You laughed as Sam babbled on about how nice the people were here, grabbing the jacket Bucky handed to you. It was getting a bit chilly from the breeze on the water and the sun going down. Plus, that water was cold.

“But don’t flirt with my sister.”

You cackled at Bucky’s face, that turned serious, his head shaking. “No.”

“‘Cause if you do I’ll have Carlos cut you up and feed you to the fish.”

“Can’t hold back the dog, Wilson. It’s been stuck in a kennel too long.”

Bucky turned to you, grabbing your jaw and squishing your cheeks together. “You know what? You need to shush. You’ve been snippy all day.”

You just smiled as innocently as you could with your lips being held by his metal fingers. “You’re too fun to mess with.”

He pecked your nose. “As long as I’m the only one you’re messing with. I’ll be right back.” He let you go and spun around, maneuvering around the boat in a way only a trained assassin could do.

“Oh my God, please! Please just put me out of my fucking misery! You’re killing me, cher.”

“What?” You gaped at him.

“Don’t act innocent!” Sam huffed, giving you a pointed look. “If I have to watch you two make googly eyes at you one more fucking day with neither of you doing anything about it-”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, Sammy-”

“Don’t ‘come on, Sammy’ me! And don’t come at me with that ‘he doesn’t like me back’ bullshit. If you think for a second that boy wouldn’t follow you to the depths of the fucking ocean, you’re blind as a bat, woman.”

You shrugged, pushing up the sleeves of Bucky’s too big jacket. “It just…hasn’t come up.”

He deadpanned, shaking his head and standing up. “That’s it. I’m done. You two are driving me insane. I’m gonna lock you in a room until you have the conversation that needs to be had the next time either of you does something stupid.”

“Yikes. That’s gonna be quick.” At his look, your smile dropped and you nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll…I’ll bring it up later.”

“Tomorrow or nothing.”

“Sam-”

Sam tilted his head, brow creasing. “Is it still Steve? Is that what this is still about? Because he’s gone, and he’s been gone and you need to get over it-”

“No. It’s not…” You sighed. “It clicked the other day. When we were hanging out. Steve left and, yeah, I might always love him, but Bucky…God…I love Bucky, Sam.”

The man grinned proudly. “I’m glad to finally hear you admit it. So what’s the problem?”

“It’s still complicated, right? I mean…he’s his best friend and I’ve never dealt with stuff like this before and-”

Sam’s smile dropped and he groaned again. “Imma head out. I can’t take this. Dumbass and dumberass. I swear to God.” You sniggered a bit as he grumbled, walking towards the ramp to climb off the boat, just as Bucky reappeared.

“Hey-”

“Nope! Not right now, Barnes! I can’t handle it! I can’t!”

Bucky gave you a weird look. “What’d you do?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

“Well, c’mon, doll. Sarah said she’s gonna make gumbo for us, whatever that is.” He held out his hand as you walked over.

“You’re such a city boy.” You teased lightly, taking his hand and letting him help you pull you onto the dock. You shoved the sleeves of his jackets up again since they slipped from the first time. “Let’s go get some dinner. I’m starving.”

******************

“We have the couch and a mattress we can pull out, I just have to make Sam get it from the attic-”

“That’s alright. The couch is fine.” Bucky waved dismissively while you nodded in agreement.

Sarah raised an eyebrow at you two. “For both of you?”

You blinked, exchanging a look with Bucky, before shrugging and turning back to her. “Yeah.”

“Don’t fight it, Sarah.” Sam peeked out from the hall. “They’ve got a weird relationship.” You stuck your tongue out at the man while Bucky rolled his eyes, dropping your duffle bag by the couch. “How mature, Y/N.” Sam mimicked your action.

“Uhm…okay. Let me set up the couch for you then.”

Once everything was set up, you and Bucky thanking her for dinner - delicious and you’d never seen Bucky smile so much, the boys having kept him highly entertained throughout the meal - and for letting you crash, Sam and Sarah headed to their rooms, the boys already having been tucked in for the night.

“Are you gonna sleep on the floor?” You asked quietly, sitting down on the couch and doing the things for your night routine you didn’t already do in the bathroom.

“I think I’ll be okay.” He sat besides you. “I’ve been doing fine the past week or so.”

You smiled at him. “That’s good. Alright.” You stood up and stretched. “Let me just make sure everything’s in the bag and ready-”

You yelped when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest, shifting down to lay against the couch’s arm. “Do it in the morning.” He yawned, looking up at you tiredly. “I wanna go to sleep.”

“Then go to sleep, Buck. I’ll be right back.” He shook his head, his hold tightening as he sunk deeper into the couch.

“No. I fall asleep better with you.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned, settling down with your legs between his, your chin resting on his sternum so you could still look at him. He beamed, but you could see the exhaustion settling in, and he grabbed the blanket Sarah left over the back of the couch and draped it across your back, over both of your legs, before his arms crossed snugly under the covers at the small of your back.

“Dinner was nice tonight. I haven’t had a meal cooked like that in ages.” You hummed.

He nodded in agreement. “I think that’s the first time I’ve sat around a table with a family since the 40′s.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah...kinda makes me wish I had my own.”

“Your own what?”

“Family.”

You bit your lip, shyly avoiding his gaze. “You’re my family, Buck.”

A light kiss was pressed to your forehead, his fingers bringing your gaze back to his. “There’s no one else I’d rather have.” The room lapsed into silence again, the clock ticking on the wall, the low sound of crickets outside.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly as you studied them. They always held so much emotion in them, especially in contrast to when you first met him as Soldat. They matched the water you fell in, and you wouldn’t mind falling over and over into them.

“Yeah, well, you’re just really pretty inside and out, so I think you’ve got me beat, doll.” He whispered back.

“You know who else is pretty? Sarah.”

He nodded with a hum. “That’s true. But I meant what I said. You’ll always be my doll.”

“So you’re not gonna ask her out?”

He gave you a weird look as you traced his sharp jawline absentmindedly. “Nah, sweetheart. It’s just…some harmless flirting. Except on Sam’s part.”

You gave a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah…he’s gonna strangle you. It is nice to see you like that, though. Flirty. Relaxed. Happy.”

“You make me happy, sweetheart.” He hummed, nosing your temple. “The road trip helped. I’m learning everything from you. Maybe not the flirting, but the carefree part.”

You blinked at him, finger stopping for a moment as you thought. “Oh…”

You felt his fingers dance up your spine, making you shiver slightly. “What I would give to know what’s goin’ on inside that pretty lil’ head’a yours, doll.”

“I just think it’s funny you’re learning how to be carefree from me…when I just started learning how to do it myself.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, your finger continuing its path down his jaw. “I think it started with the goats.”

“The goats?”

You nodded again, resting your cheek on his chest, watching your finger move up from his chin. Once you got to the end of his jaw, you lightly scratched his scruff. “In Wakanda. Our goats.” You weren’t looking at him, so you didn’t see the way he physically melted at your words, his eyes going soft, his lips turning up slightly.

“Our goats, huh?”

But your tired brain wasn’t really processing what he said, instead focusing on the features your finger was now tracing - over his lips, up his nose. “You’re pretty too, Buck. Did you know that? Inside and out.”

He craned his neck to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, cuddle bug.”

Nodding, you nuzzled into his chest, finger feeling over the bumps and indents on the dog tags resting near your head. You tried going to sleep, but you kept shifting, your mind not shutting off.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I’m trying to, you know, sleep.”

“Sorry.” You apologized meekly. “I just…I dunno. I can’t.”

“Are you comfortable?” He peeked open and eye to look at you questioningly. You nodded. “Is it too hot? We can take the blanket off. I know I’m a walking furnace-”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know why. I just can’t sleep.”

He licked his lips thoughtfully, before cradling your head and guiding you back down to his chest. “Lay down, sweetheart. Relax.” He stroked your hair, moving his head down to rub circles in your back muscles, pressing down harder when he felt knots.

You hummed, your eyes closing. “That feels good.”

“Shshsh. Just go to sleep.” His lips pressed against your head once more, lingering a bit longer than they usually do, as you felt yourself drift off. You cuddled his side, throwing a leg over his waist, before nodding off, only barely hearing his words. “Attagirl. There we are.”

******************

“Doll?” You felt a shift underneath you and groaned, your eyes barely cracking open. “Hey, sleepyhead…it’s okay. I’m just gonna slip out from under ya, alright? Gonna go help Sammy with somethin’.”

You raised an eyebrow, letting him move you against the cushions as he sat up on the edge of the couch. “Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He bent over and kissed your cheek. You stretched out your limbs, about to rub your eyes, when he stopped you, kissing the inside of your wrists. “No. Not you, doll. Go back to sleep.”

“Bu’...’m gonna help.” You slurred out, looking at him with confused, squinty eyes.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s okay. Rest. You can help when you wake up again. Okay?” You mumbled out an “okay”, bringing the covers up to your chin and snuggling deeper into the cushions. “There ya go, cuddle bug. Good girl.” There was another kiss, one to your temple this time, before you slipped back into unconsciousness.

******************

The next time you woke up was because of a clatter in the kitchen. You yawned and sat up, stretching, eyebrows furrowing when you realized Bucky wasn’t with you. It took you a moment to remember your conversation, which you half thought you dreamt.

“Boys!”

“Sorry!”

You chuckled at the shouts, rubbing your eyes. “I am so sorry!” Sarah apologized, looking over at you from the stove. Trying to make the boys breakfast before school. Do you want anything? Eggs? Cereal? Toast?”

“Uh, cereal’s fine.” You stretched out your back again, before throwing back the covers and standing up, a little shakily.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where Sam went, would you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I think him and Bucky went to fix something on the boat. I don’t for sure, though.”

Sarah groaned. “He probably went to fix the stupid water pump which doens’t need fixing. Dumbass.”

You chuckled, padding over into the kitchen. “Yeah. I just work with him. I can’t imagine growing up with him.”

“Trust me; some days you want to throw him in a box and send him out to sea. Bowls are in that cupboard.”

You snickered, moving over to grab a bowl from the cupboard she pointed to. “That’s how I feel with Bucky. Sam is less often, but when those two get together…it’s a full zoo.”

She laughed at that, nodding as she got out the milk and a few boxes of cereal for you to choose from, handing you a spoon. “That I believe.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You started pouring your cereal, watching in slight amusement as she got the boys ready for school. “Bus is here! Get out the door! Bye! Love you! Make sure you take those extra lunches to-!”

“Yeah, mom! We know! Love you too!”

You gave a slight smirk as she huffed, looking around the kitchen at the pans and dishes left out. “Kids, huh?”

She gave you a smile. “Yeah. They’re a handful, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. How about you? Any thoughts of kids?”

“Me?” Your eyes widened, nearly choking on your food. “Oh God no. Not right now, at least. I don’t even have a solid house right now. My life’s too off the walls for that.”

“And Bucky?”

You raised an eyebrow as she leaned on the counter. “Bucky? What about Bucky?”

“Does he want kids?”

“Uh…I dunno.” You shrugged, clearing your throat as you remembered your talk last night. “Kinda makes me wish I had my own.” You quickly pushed his words aside. “He hasn’t told me.”

“Wait, wait. You two…aren’t together then?”

You blinked, your eyes widening again. “Together? Me and Bucky? No…why? Did Sam say something?”

Her expression morphed into one of disbelief, crossing her arms. “Sam didn’t say anything. You guys did. Are you seriously expecting me to believe you aren’t together?”

“We’re not! I mean - he was flirting with you yesterday-”

“Right, okay. Honey, that’s flirting. And it’s harmless. The way he follows you like a puppy and you look at him like he hung the stars? That’s feelings. And that’s a lot more impactful than flirting.”

You frowned in contemplation. It was really that obvious? You were really that blind? This whole time? You knew Sam knew - but you just figured that’s because he’s been there since it started. And Sharon knew for the same reason. But Sarah? The woman you just met the day prior and had barely had a conversation with?

“It’s, uh…” You chewed on your cheek, swirling your cereal around. “It’s complicated.”

Sarah didn’t look impressed. “Do you like him?”

“I’m kinda in love with him-”

She shrugged, not letting you finish your bashful statement. “Then I don’t see what’s complicated about it.”

And that was that. She turned to clean up breakfast, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You thought it was more complicated than that. I mean…you were in love with your best friend. Who left you. With the guy you had feelings for who just so happened to be your best friend/crush’s best friend. And now you were completely in love with your best friend’s best friend, but your best friend still had a piece of your heart.

But…you loved Bucky. And he was here. And Steve was not. And when you put it that way…you guess it wasn’t so complicated after all.

******************

You snickered as you walked up behind Sarah, the woman berating the men for not leaving the water pump along like she asked.

“Hi, Sarah.”

Sam shot Bucky a warning look, who grinned, but you were surprised to see Sarah ignore him, sending you a knowing glance instead, before turning back to Sam. “I told you specifically that the water pump was not the problem, and yet, here you are.”

“Yep, Samuel.”

You chuckled, Bucky shooting you a wink. “Yeah, Samuel.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at you, turning to Sarah. “In our defense, you were supposed to be done long before you woke up.”

You nearly facepalmed at his “defensive” and you were trying so hard to hold back laughing as she told Sam off, sending them away.

“I don’t wanna hear a peep from you.” Sam pointed at you, but that only made your chortles come out, and you didn’t even bother hiding them. “She’s a very mean person.”

“It’s tough love.”

You giggled as they started arguing, slipping an arm around their waists, their arms instinctually coming up to your shoulders.

“Oh my God. A prowess?”

“Yes, Y/N. A prowess.”

“You know, maybe if you someone let me help-”

“Hey, woah! You were tired! I let you sleep! I was being nice!”

“Too late now. I’ll be lucky if Sarah lets me within a hundred feet of it!”

“She got you so good, Sammy!”

“I agree with Buck for once! You’re too snippy right now! And c’mon man! Stop flirting with my sister!”

“It’s my natural charm.”

“Charm? What charm?”

“Ouch, doll! That one hurt!”

****************

“Okay.” You stepped out of the bathroom, walking over to the couch and setting the bag down on it. “I’ve got everything packed. We’ve got a little over an hour until we need to head out which gives you two time to go set something up for Sammy and maybe even a bit or training before we leave.”

Bucky frowned. “You’re not gonna come out?”

“I will in a bit. I just got a phone call I need to take.”

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Government call?”

You gave a mocking smile. “Can you guess what they want to talk about? It’s okay. I’ll survive. It’s only a phone call, so I can always hang up. Pretend I didn’t have good service. I do it all the time.”

“I’m sure you do.” Sam chuckled. “In that case, I’m gonna go grab some stuff and get the shield.” As he walked out, he made sure to mouth at you behind Bucky’s back ‘conversation’ making you swallow thickly. You were planning on talking to Bucky anyways, and with Sam’s insistence…

“Okay, so, I was thinking when we get back-”

“Can I talk to you?”

Bucky stopped digging through the bag, blinking at you in surprise at your sudden burst. “Uh…well, we already are, so yes.” He chuckled, straightening and crossing his arms.

“I wanna have the conversation.”

He was left stunned, once again, his mouth opening and closing and his weight shifting form one foot to the other. “Like…that conversation? R-right now? Are you sure?”

You winced at her nervousness. “Sorry, sorry. I know it’s kinda…I just…I need to talk about it. Now.”

“Okay, okay. No, that’s fine. Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Bucky cleared his throat. “That’s all.”

“Okay…” You breathed with a small nod. You opened your mouth, but Bucky shook his head.

“I hafta say this first; I didn’t mean to hurt you by telling you about Steve. I-I dunno what I thought. That it’d give you closure or something. I dunno. But it hurt you and I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“Buck-”

“I was jealous. And guilty. And mad. And upset. I still am. Kinda. I guess. I dunno.” Bucky shook his head, running his hand through his hair and all you could do was gape at him as he started confessing to you. “Remember when we danced? In Madripoor? Doll…I don’t wanna dance ever again if it’s not with you. I fucking love you, Y/N. And not in the way we’ve said it before. I’m in love with you. I have been for-for a while now. I just - you were Steve’s. Steve loved you and you loved Steve and that was that and I was just the broken childhood best friend. But Steve left and he told me to take care of you and I didn’t know what to do with that, because you still love Steve. I think. I dunno. And I didn’t want to break what we have because you’re all I have left of him. You and that stupid shield. You’re my family. My home. I really meant it when I told you that. And that’s why I couldn’t tell you. Because it means too much for me to break what we have because I fell in love with my best friend’s girl. You know?”

He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to understand, but your brain was still trying to process what he was telling you.

“Oh God…” He groaned. “And now I just told you everything and you’re looking at me like that wasn’t what you wanted to hear and now I’m thinking this wasn’t the conversation you were thinking it was going to be-”

You were moving across the room before you could stop yourself, pulling him by the teal Henley you knew was comfortable having worn it to bed before when you visited him in New York, and slanting your lips over his.

His breathing hitched and he froze, and for a hot second you thought you made everything worse, but then he was kissing you back and his hands were on your hips and he was pulling you closer and it felt so fucking good you didn’t want to pull back for air.

“Shut up.” You muttered when you finally did pull back, your forehead against his, your eyes clenched shut. “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.” You pulled back to look up at him, chests heaving against each other, your eyes prickling. “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at opening up. I only ever was good at it with Steve but Bucky…I’ve been doing it with you. This whole time and I didn’t even realize it until the conversation in the car.”

He reached up to cup your cheeks, wiping away the relieved tears that were falling from the weight you were finally getting off your chest.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. How could I not be? After all that time in Wakanda? I was never Steve’s girl, Bucky. I wanted to be. Dammit, did I wanna be, but I wasn’t. Not really. And he’s gone. But you’re not. And I don’t know why it took me so long to see that. That you’re the one in front of me. You’re the one who held me when I needed it once he left. You’re the one that would listen to my rambles that I’m just realizing was most of our phone calls. You’re not just the broken childhood friend. Don’t ever think that. I don’t pick up the phone at five in the morning after searching for a friend until two for just anyone. Even Steve’s best friend. And I’m such an idiot because I’ve been pushing away my feelings all these years for Steve and then I let them out with you at the wrong time, because I love Steve, Bucky, but I’m not in love with him. Not since I fell in love with you. And I know it doesn’t make sense, but Steve was the first one I cared about and that’s just how I feel and I can try to explain, but-”

His lips crashed onto yours again and you could taste the salty tears that were pouring down your cheeks, but you didn’t care. He was holding you and he was kissing you and it was even more perfect than you thought it’d be.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but Jesus Christ, shuddup, doll.” He breathed. “Just tell me you love me. Tell me you love me just a fraction of how much I love you.”

You looked up into those ocean eyes, your own shining with earnest affection. “James Buchanan Barnes. I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.” He murmured against your lips, holding your head against his, still wiping away your tears. It felt like with each one that fell, you felt lighter and lighter. Like they were taking away every fear and anxiety you held within you for the past six months.

“Alright! I was thinking we could just set up in these trees out here - holy shit! Is it done? Did you do it? Did I miss it? Has the conversation been had?”

Bucky chuckled as you giggled. “He has the worst timing.” The last two words were loud enough so Sam could hear, although the man heard the whole sentence.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes!” Sam cheered. “Halle-fucking-lujah! Finally! I was that close to locking you two in the attic.”

You shook your head at Sam’s personal celebration, drowning the rest of his words out as you looked at Bucky, who swept his thumb over your cheek catching one last tear, before pecking your lips.

“I finally get to kiss where I really want to.” He spoke softly, kissing your lips again. “Are you mine, doll?”

“I thought you said I’d always be your doll.” You answered cheekily. He grinned, kissing you again, pulling you against him by the hips.

“Okay, okay! That’s enough! We get it! You’re in love, finally, but I don’t wanna see it anymore! Now will you come help me with this shit?”

Bucky left one more lingering kiss on your lips, before you pushed him away reluctantly. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded, moving over to help Sam carry the things he’d gathered.

You watched them put it all up from the window, gnawing on your cheek as you spun your phone in your hands. Coming to a decision, you tossed your phone in the duffle bag and walked out with it just as the boys finished.

“That was a quick phone call.” Sam raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. “Didn’t call them. If they really need me, they’ll find me.”

Bucky grinned as you set the bag down under a tree, pecking your lips when you got close enough for him to grab by the waist to hold you against him. You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully away and giggling as Sam let out a groan.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, Sammy.”

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Bucky knew he needed the tough love talk Sam was giving him. He needed to hear it. Because, deep down, he had known it all along, he just refused to believe it. He tried doing it. Making amends. He knew he wasn’t though. And of course he knew immediately who that one person would be.

“And hey.” Bucky looked at him. “Let me tell you what. Telling my girl all that you told her? That’s a good start. I’m proud of you. Both of you. You’re already happier. I can see it in your eyes.”

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he thought of the gorgeous woman he nearly let slip through his fingers. He looked over to the house, where she was inside somewhere getting ready after suddenly deciding she needed to shower before they left. “I was stupid.”

“Yeah you were. You both were. I’m so relieved it’s over.” Sam nudged him. “Treat her right, Buck. She deserves it.”

“I know…I just hope I can.”

Sam shook his head. “Uh-uh. Don’t do that. You were just starting to use that cyborg brain of yours! She chose you. And before you say anything,” Sam cut Bucky off from speaking as he opened his mouth to object. “She chose you before Steve left. It just took her dumbass this long to realize it.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah…okay…” Before he could say anything, the goddess herself stepped out, jogging over, looking absolutely amazing in her jeans and his t-shirt. “Good talk.”

Sam laughed at his quick ending of the conversation as she came up besides them. “Talking about me?” She asked cheekily, eyes shining. Bucky couldn’t help but take her under his arm, pecking her lips. Now that he could, he didn’t think he could stop. He was addicted to say the least.

Throwing Bucky a wink, Sam shrugged. “Just all the things that get on our nerves.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled her eyes. “We better get going.”

Bucky and Sam clapped hands. “You know Karli won’t quit.”

Bucky smiled. “Ah. You call us when you have a lead and we’ll be there.”

Y/N stepped forwards to give Sam a hug. “Anytime, Sammy.”

“Eh. Anytime between noon and midnight.” Bucky corrected. “Or noon and ten. Noon and five…you better just call at noon to be safe.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure.”

“Not necessarily as a team.” Bucky continued, grabbing the bag, getting Y/N back in her spot at his side under his arm.

“Nope!”

“We’re not that good.”

“Definitely not.”

“We’re professionals.”

“Definitely.”

“And, uh, we’re partners.”

Sam snapped, pointing at him. “Coworkers.”

“But we’re also a couple of guys with a couple mutual friends.”

“Ones now gone and you’re dating the other.”

“So we’re a couple of guys…with a badass to help out.”

“I can live with that.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh my God.” Y/N let out that laugh Bucky could never get enough of, shaking her head at the two of them. “You forgot dumbasses.”

Sam shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That’s your couple name.”

“Dumbasses?”

“Oh yeah.” The three of them came to a stop, Bucky and his girl - God he loved confirming it now - facing Sam. “Thanks for the help, guys. Meant a lot.”

Bucky patted his shoulder. “Of course.”

Y/N shot him a wink. “Until we meet again, Sammy.”

“Until then, cher.”

Bucky couldn’t stop his grin as she wrapped her arms around his waist, the two of them starting to walk to the main road where she already ordered an Uber. He looked down at her, kissing her lips for the nth time in the past hour.

“I wish I didn’t wait so long,” he told her seriously. “But I’d wait a thousands more centuries if it meant I get to call you mine.”

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re such a sap! But…” she moved up to kiss him and his heart stuttered. He knew he had a goofy grin on when she pulled back, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she laughed again. “I have to agree with you on that, Buckaroo.”

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likesomekindofcheese · 3 years ago

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their toddler daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

This sounds so cute! OF course!

It was painful, of course, it was painful. The first time was painful. God, you forgot the pain.

But once it was over, it was worth it. Worth the hours of labor to see the sweet little face.

"Congrats, miss, the girl's healthy!" the midwife said as she held the little bundle. Already you heard the baby crying with its new lungs as if saying "I'm here! I'm here!"

Breathing in deeply and out, you sighed. So many other women weren't as lucky as you.

Looking over, Joe was in the same headspace as you. His eyes went big at the side. Despite the medical mask over his face, you could tell he was smiling.

You were given the little baby. She smelled sweet and she calmed down right at your touch.

"Ah, mama's girl already!"

He smiled and embraced her. "She's beautiful...."

You were spoiled with gifts and flowers and cards. The nurses even treated you to a steak dinner and plenty of adult diapers to cope with the post-birth flow once you got home.

Only hours later, you heard a familiar voice. "Are you ready to meet your sister?"

To which your older daughter, with the refined thoughts a three-year-old could voice, replied "whee! whee! wheee!" accompanied by light, excited footsteps.

Inside walked Joseph's mother with flowers, holding hands with the little girl. She was happy as could be-all spiffed up in a pink shirt and overalls as her tiny tennis shoes lit up with her exciting steps.

"Hi there!" she chirruped.

Both of you leaped from where you were sitting, Joe put his hands over his mouth.

"Hey Mama!" Joseph greeted. They both hugged each other. "We thought my brother was looking after her and...your-your headache and such!"

"I'm doing fine- the headache's gone! Your siblings called me and asked them to take me...they wanted this girl to meet her sister!" Mrs. Mazzello explained.

Outside the sunshine warmed up your side of the bed. The baby was fed and you were happy to cuddle her. The warmth of the weather and of the new life in your arms was welcome.

"And how are you ladies doing? Both of you?" she asked.

"We're great. Labor wasn't too bad- well, you know, just bad enough as usual. And this one is healthy as a horse," you explained.

"Daddy! Mommy!" your little girl greeted. Joe picked her up and carried her.

"What's up, princess? Are you ready to meet your sister?"

Your daughter nodded. Then Joe walked closer to her. There was a chair next to your bed. Joe sat on it while holding your daughter up.

"Here she is!" you announced proudly.

The little girl leaned forward, smiling as she looked at the baby. She reached her grubby hands forward but Joe held her back a little.

"Be gentle! You gotta be gentle with Sissy!" he instructed.

She grinned.

"She's so cute! I love her!" the little girl said.

The baby curled up, even leaning closer to hear her voice. So young- not even a day old and already learning about the world around her and the family who loved her so much.

"Can you give her a kiss?" you asked.

Your daughter leaned forward and gave her a kiss.

"If she needs to sleep, can I sing your lullaby song!" she asked. Already she was ready to be the big sister and take on all the grown-up activities.

"Of course, you can!" you encouraged with a laugh.

"Daddy, do you think Nonno would like her? she asked.

Both of you froze. Nonno was what she was taught to call Joe's dad. The grandfather she would never know.

Joe blinked, caught off guard. Then he pulled his older girl in for a hug.

"He would adore her, just as much as I'm sure he loves you...and all of us."

As Joseph's mother gathered everyone around for a pic, you would notice later that the hug was tight and the smiles, though a little sad, were genuine.

All of a sudden there was a buzz from Joseph's phone. Reaching down to check it, he saw it was the band.

"Good thing she looks like her mom and not your ugly mug, mate- signed Ben" Joseph read, bursting everyone into much-needed laughter.

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xanadontit · 3 years ago

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If my mom got therapy she could easily pay for a therapist’s kitchen remodel

Family shitshow but from MY side just to switch things up. Keep it fresh!

Background: my mom found out in her 40s that she was adopted at birth. She stumbled upon her adoption paperwork and was in shock. My grandpa was long gone and my grandma was dealing with dementia. Extended family didn’t offer much help and even my uncle said “They left the house on Christmas Eve to run an errand and came back with you. They said ‘this is your baby sister, NAME’ and we never talked about it again.” My uncle was 12.

My mom found her birth mother via a PI and it turns out she was the product of an extramarital affair. Her bio mom was married with three kids and when she told her husband she was pregnant by another man (obvious because he was stationed abroad) he told her to “deal with it” or he’d divorce her and take their children. Since it was 1955 the options were throw herself down some stairs or adoption, and she asked her MIL for help. The MIL got her in touch with my grandparents (she and my grandma were cousins) and they agreed to adopt the baby with a few stipulations: 1) closed adoption 2) my grandparents would pay all medical expenses 3) none of them would speak of this again. The birth mother agreed, and a few months later my grandparents picked her up from the hospital. A couple years later my grandparents moved to the mainland. The birth mother stayed with her husband until his death a few years ago and they went on to have one more child.

Mom has been in touch with her birth mother over the years, but it didn’t really pick up until her husband died. Apparently he was still salty about the affair 60 years later, but confessed on his deathbed that he made his wife give up a baby. Mom has met two of her half siblings and is touch with all of them. Three are still in Hawaii and one is just a little over an hour from my mom in CA. They have been enthusiastic about getting to know my mom and seem nice enough.

My mom wasn’t having much luck with finding her birth father; her bio mom’s husband was listed on the birth certificate and her bio mom couldn’t remember the guy’s last name (girl, I get it) giving my mom basically nothing to go on. 23andme gave her tons of matches on her bio mom’s side, but she recently got a hit on Ancestry. Her bio dad died last year. Through some FB sleuthing she found some siblings and reached out. She’s been talking to a half brother for a few days now. No one had any idea about her existence and she seems almost...offended? When I asked her what the hell she expected the man to say she admitted she didn’t know. “I had an affair with a married woman and she gave up our baby for adoption. No idea if it was a boy or a girl or where they live. Have fun!” Like, come on, Mom.

We’ve been invited to the birth mother’s 90th birthday party this month and we’re going. My stepdad has finals and E opted to stay home and let us enjoy the mother-daughter trip (lol he just doesn’t want to deal with my mom and I totally respect that) so it’ll be the two of us. And yes, we both have mixed feelings about visiting Hawaii knowing the native population has been vocal about not bringing Covid to the islands but this woman is turning 90 and we’re not going to have a lot of chances. Plus as she said “Well, I’m inviting you and will give you a pass for being from the mainland.” Lol.

Obviously some nerves are kicking in and we’ve been talking about the visit and my mom mentioned that she has an old photo of her birth dad from his obituary and is planning to show that to her birth mom and tell her the man is dead. I have no idea why - other than causing drama and hurting feelings in the name of “telling it like it is” - she is planning to do this. What does this serve? Who does this help? Can I not be there when this happens so none of these people think I condone this?

It’s so on brand for my mom to be able to turn a trip to one of the most relaxing places on earth into something anxiety-inducing. I know she’s also relying on me to be her emotional support daughter and the fun, outgoing one as we meet 40+ relatives and if I don’t perform my duties to her liking it’ll be a whole thing. She did spring for first class tickets though so it won’t be all terrible!

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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Roommates – Part Ten

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 3,600

Warning: Angst, Pregnancy, Smut

Note: This plays in 2020.

It was still rainy and stormy outside, but you didn’t care. You needed the fresh air on your face more than anything else right now as you felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

You walked besides the shore until, eventually, you found a sheltered area besides one of the old seaside castles where you sat down to think.

There was certainly a lot of thinking to be done and, eventually, you reached the conclusion that, what you should do now, is support your friend just as he had supported you following your breakup with James. Your friendship lasted for 12 years so far and now wasn’t the time to end it, nor was there any reason to do so.

But where did it leave you and the fact that you did what you swore to yourself you would never do. You had been intimate with Cillian and that, in your mind, was wrong now that you knew what you knew about Laura.

But why was it wrong, you then went to ponder on? What made it wrong, you wondered? Cillian and Laura were no longer together and, as far as you knew, Cillian never mislead her into thinking that he wanted a serious relationship with her. You knew it was a common theme and argument between them and, at least from his point of view, there were no feelings involved. So why shouldn’t you be with him now?

Of course, you realised fairly quickly that the reason that you should stay away from Cillian was Laura. She is your friend too and she is still hurt and wants him back, no matter how futile her desires and attempts to be with him might be. But does this mean you should deny yourself? After all, it’s been 12 years which it took you to get this far. It’s not that you had ever contemplated to sleep with Cillian, but you certainly were drawn to him now and, therefore, would you be a bad friend if you continued to be intimate with him?

Eventually, you reached the conclusion that the answer to your question was probably yes. Both, you and Cillian, found yourselves in a moral dilemma and, whilst you both slipped once and let your desires for each other get the better of you, it couldn’t happen again. That, of course, was unless the moral compass of the situation changed which made you wonder how it got so far in the first place.

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When you arrived back home, you saw Cillian in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee and, whilst he acknowledged you, he was silent and waited for you to ask what you wanted to ask.

‘Why didn’t you tell me that Laura is pregnant?’ you eventually blurted out, causing Cillian to sigh heavily.

‘Because I promised her that I would not tell anyone until she had her first scan’ Cillian explained almost frustrated.

‘She hasn’t had a scan yet? Cillian, uhm, this is a lot to take in’ you observed and he nodded.

‘Not as far as I know’ Cillian then huffed out, causing you to walk over towards him and grab hold of both of his shoulders.

‘Listen Cillian, I don’t care what happened between you and I know said I would stay out of it, but she does need your support with this. You can’t just ignore the fact that you have a child on the way with her’ you said rather harshly, causing Cillian to break down in emotions.

‘What do you think I’ve been doing Y/N, eh?’ Cillian huffed out before one curse after another left his mouth.

‘She doesn’t fucking let me. I want to be part of the pregnancy and support her, not just financially but also emotionally. I want to be a father to this child but she just cuts me out. According to her, unless I get back together with her, I won’t be having any partake in this’ Cillian explained with a heavy heart as his eyes began to tear up.

‘Oh my god Cillian, I am sorry, I didn’t know’ you said surprised by Laura’s action before comforting him.

‘It’s alright. I didn’t tell you because I knew you wanted to stay out of it. I didn’t want to put you into this difficult position you are now in and I also knew that you had your own shit to deal with’ Cillian said, referring to your breakup with James.

‘Have you at least been able to communicate with her doctor? Or her? Anything at all?’ you then asked and Cillian shook his head.

‘No, nothing. I’ve been talking to her but she isn’t telling me much. She changes the topic and then goes on about all this shit that happened between us instead. I don’t even know how far along she is. I tried to get her in with a good obstetrician at Rotunda Hospital, but she hasn’t even made contact with the doctor nor is she registered at the maternity ward. I don’t fucking know what else to do and when I spoke to my lawyer about it, he told me that I can’t do anything until the child is born’ Cillian explained almost shattered.

‘Jesus Cillian…oh my god’ you said before asking him whether he knew about the pregnancy when he broke up with her and, as you had expected, he confirmed that he didn’t. But, little did you know that you just then and there opened up another can of worms.

‘She planned this Y/N, which makes it even more fucked up than it already is’ Cillian chuckled, unsure whether he should laugh or cry about the entire situation.

‘What do you mean she planned this?’ you asked curiously.

‘She had her implant removed without telling me, which is the real reason I ended it. I know she is your friend, but she’s fucking insane’ Cillian huffed out.

You were unsure what to make of Cillian’s comment and asked him to elaborate which is when he finally told you everything that you never wanted to know about their breakup.

According to Cillian, after the night him and Laura shared with Lindsay, which was something Laura organised, Laura became rather jealous and possessive.

Whilst there was no truth to it, Laura believed that Cillian was seeing Lindsay behind her back and that Lindsay was the reason he wouldn’t commit to her. The truth was that, according to Cillian, he never intended to commit to Laura because he simply didn’t think that this was what he wanted. At the time, his divorce with Danielle was going through settlement proceedings and committing to Laura was something that couldn’t do.

You recalled the arguments in the past and Laura pressuring Cillian to make a commitment which he outright told her he wasn’t willing to make.

‘Things had gone too far and she contacted my mother, introducing herself to her. She texted my sister and brother continuously, asking for my whereabouts when I was visiting Cork. She went through my phone checking for messages from other women. Things like that. It became relentless and she knew I was close to ending it. Little did I know that she had a plan in mind to make me stick around’ Cillian chuckled.

‘So, what made you think that she went off birth control behind your back? Did she actually admit to it?’ you then asked, causing Cillian to nod.

‘The bruise on her arm and the fact that the bulge from it under her skin was gone, gave it away. First, I didn’t think anything of it but when she did all this crazy stuff, I asked her about it and she admitted that she had, in fact, removed it. She wanted to make me stay by falling pregnant. How fucked up is that?’ Cillian then huffed out and you were shocked.

You didn’t expect that your friend Laura would ever do such a thing, going behind Cillian’s back to fall pregnant and make him commit.

Of course, after he’s been your friend for 12 years you believed him and he was quite obviously emotionally shattered by the situation.

‘So, when did you find out that she was pregnant?’ you wondered.

‘Two weeks later she texted me’ Cillian huffed out before continuing on. ‘She also texted Lindsay who then contacted me. After Laura had harassed her for weeks, she was obviously quite aware of the situation’ Cillian explained.

‘So, you decided to fuck her again? Not a smart move Murphy’ you laughed, causing Cillian to laugh as well.

‘Yeah, I think that was a mistake but I was in a pretty fucked up place at the time and Lindsay just stuck around and listened. I couldn’t really tell anyone else. Firstly, it’s fucking embarrassing and I still don’t know how I am going to explain this to any of my family. Secondly, I promised Laura and, despite of what happened between us, you know why I kept this promise right?’ Cillian said.

‘Yes, I do’ you responded, remembering the suffering Cillian’s ex-wife Danielle had to endure throughout 12 unsuccessful cycles of IVF and miscarriages, being the reason that her and Cillian never had any children together even after having been married for ten years.

With that in mind, you felt awful for your friend. You knew how much he wanted to have children for so many years and you realised that, despite his problems with Laura, he would probably be quite excited going through the pregnancy with her and be a father to his child if she would let him. He wanted to be involved and he wanted to be there for her, but he didn’t want to be with her.

‘Listen, I will talk to Laura, alright? I will try and convince her to let you be involved without forcing you to commit to her’ you suggested, holding onto Cillian’s hands.

‘You said that you won’t get involved in anything between Laura and me and I promised you to keep you out of it’ Cillian then said.

‘I know, but you’ve been my friend for 12 years and, after all the shit we have been through together, we will get through this too, right?’ you said with a warm smile.

‘Thank you. You are amazing you know that?’ Cillian said, finally smiling again.

‘I know’ you winked. ‘Despite, that’s just what friends do right? They help each other out’ you said with a warm smile before, without giving it another thought, giving Cillian a kiss.

Surprised, he gave into the kiss which was gentle and warm.

‘Is that what friends do too?’ he then chuckled when your lips drifted apart.

‘Only under the added benefit scheme introduced into solid friendships as part of this lockdown relief package’ you smirked before pressing your lips back onto his.

Your reservations had gone completely after talking to Cillian about what happened and, whilst you knew you that you were betraying your friend Laura, you found it difficult to sympathise with her at this very moment.

‘So, is this what you want then, despite everything that has happened?’ Cillian asked after you each caught a breath.

‘Yes, I think so. We both have needs and we trust each other, it just makes sense, right?’ you said in order to justify your decision and Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘Makes total sense’ Cillian laughed before continuing on. ‘I learned from my mistakes Y/N and I was very careful with Lindsay, but not so careful with you last night because, apart from my family, you are probably the person I trust the most in this world. You are most defiantly on the pill though, right?’ Cillian asked somewhat concerned.

‘Oh please, Cillian. Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t want to use you as a breeding bull’ you laughed, causing him to raise one of his eyebrows. ‘Yes, I am on the pill and never forgot a single one in over ten bloody years’ you then reassured him and, without any sort of warning, he crashed his lips back onto yours.

Your tongues met as he tangled one hand in the back of your hair, kissing you furiously.

‘I felt as though you held back last night’ you huffed out as your lips drifted apart. ‘Don’t hold back! Just fuck me!’ you then said, pulling him close again after he pulled his own t-shirt over his head while you removed yours.

‘I was just testing the waters Y/N’ he smirked before he pulled down your jeans eagerly while, at the same time, your hands went to his jeans and blessedly released his throbbing cock.

‘And I am not sure if I want you to see this side of me yet’ he then smirked, causing you to raise your eyebrows in return.

‘And what side is that Cillian?’ you giggled before whispering into his ear ‘show me your real kinky and filthy side.’

‘Soon, very soon’ Cillian then said before he kissed you again, hard and fast before both of you lost your jeans completely somewhere on the kitchen floor and Cillian lifted you up to sit on the kitchen table. He was much more forceful this time around and you quite enjoyed it.

Within one swift move, he unclasped your bra and thew it to the side before his hands rested on your breasts. You gasped as he shuffled down sufficiently to kiss each of them and close his mouth around a rigid pierced nipple. He pulled on it with his teeth and bit onto slightly, making you cry out.

At the same time, Cillian’s moved to in between your legs which were spread apart by his thighs as he was standing in front of you.

‘Fucking hell Y/N. What have you been thinking about, huh? You are fucking soaking’ he groaned as he observed that you were extremely wet already.

‘About you fucking me of course’ you giggled as Cillian brought his soaking wet fingers to your mouth.

‘Show me how fucking good you taste’ he instructed, making you taste yourself and you, of course, complied with his request and licked his fingers clean. But, when he watched you do this and felt your tongue piercing press against his fingers, he couldn't take it anymore.

‘Spread your legs wider’ he instructed as he pulled his hand away from your mouth and took hold of his rigid member, aiming it towards the dripping nirvana in front of him.

He knew he was rushing things, and as much as he wanted to take you, he couldn't if you weren’t ready. Your intense gaze held a mixture of the smirk and the desire.

‘Cillian, please shove your cock inside me already’ you then whined and, without a word, he plunged into you.

‘Jesus fucking Christ, you are so tight’ Cillian groaned while his eyes screwed shut as soon as your tight pussy had engulfed him, and he couldn't tell your groans apart from his own.

Good god, he felt amazing, so fucking amazing you couldn't move, completely paralysed with pleasure.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned eventually as he hovered over you, propped up against the table, his cock buried in your pussy and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You could vaguely hear voices from the TV in the other room over the sound of your shuttering breath, but it had no more meaning than anything else in the world that wasn't currently inside of you. And that was Cillian.

‘Who would have thought that we would ever fuck, eh’ Cillian observed as he thrusted in and out of you, slow at first and then with increased speed and force, Cillian began to slightly pinch your nipples. That broke your paralysis and you wiggled and moaned in pleasure, making him fuck you harder and deeper. Cillian’s mouth eventually found your neck and ear as he began to pivot in and out of you, relishing just how tight and wet you were.

‘Crazy I know…but also so damn good’ you moaned his name and he picked up his pace again. You swore under your breath and Cillian slid a hand in between your legs to rub your clit and play with your clitoral piercing the way he had watched you do it before.

‘Fuck, that’s it, Cillian’ you moaned and then, you came, whimpering and shuddering, as Cillian watched the ecstasy pass through the delicate features of your face. He continued stroking you gently as you rode out your climax and only stopped when you gripped his wrist with your hand.

‘Too sensitive’ you huffed out, causing Cillian to smirk and, only when you pressed your hands against Cillian’s chest, he reluctantly pulled out of you.

But he wasn’t done with you yet and, before you knew it, he pulled you off the table and spun you around.

Willingly, you leaned forward, your face pressing against the hard wood of the kitchen table while you spread your legs widely, allowing him better access to your wet mound.

It didn’t take him long to line himself up with your entrance and, as the lips of your wet pussy parted to receive the head of his cock, he could hear you moan over the drumming rain outside. You immediately pushed back against him, forcing him inside of you a little deeper.

‘That’s it, push back against my cock’ Cillian instructed as he loved seeing your figure arched with pleasure before him and his cock buried inside you. What on earth was he missing out on for twelve years, he wondered?

The first loud rumbles of the thunder outside drowned out the first fleshy slaps of his thighs against your ass as he started to pump himself in and out of the wet grip of your pussy. The feeling of pleasure on his cock was so exquisite that for a moment he could not contain the urge to pound you harder.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian fuck me’ you moaned as he thrust deeper and faster into you, enjoying the feel of you hungrily pressing against him.

‘You like being taken like this don’t you? Pinned down and fucked hard?’ Cillian groaned as your moans had become loud enough now to be heard over the storm raging outside.

‘Yes, oh god yes, Cillian, please don’t stop’ you screamed out as you could feel another orgasm building as he pumped away.

By this point, Cillian’s cock was also screaming for release and you crying out beneath him didn’t help his urge to cum.

‘Harder’ you cried out and Cillian began to piston into you with rapid sharp strokes. You dug your nails into the table to brace against the pounding as Cillian drilled you as hard as he could.

Just as he continued to thrust in and out of you, he reached one of his hands between your legs to massage your clit again. The hard slap of his body against your tight ass was loud and he felt the sweat prickling on his body. The scent of your sex was filling the kitchen and, before long, your moans turned to gasps and little sharp cries of pleasure and Cillian felt your body shudder against his as you came.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes fuck, yes’ you shouted out as your second orgasm washed over you and you indulged in the pleasure he gave you by calling out his name.

‘Jesus Y/N, fuck’ Cillian groaned as his balls tingled with his own building climax. Cillian pulled you back into him by the hips and thrust as deeply into your pussy as he could as the first waves of his orgasm broke.

The eruption was intense. The spasms of pleasure were joined with the satisfying feeling of spurts of his semen flooding deep into your body. He kept pumping, though now slowly, even after the pulsing in his crotch subsided.

You sighed your contentment. The feel of your pussy milking the last drops from his now hyper-sensitive cock was delightful torture and Cillian groaned almost in agony.

You giggled and lifted your body up and, as you did so, Cillian’s cock slipped free of the embrace of your pussy.

‘So fucking sexy, leaking all my cum from your pussy’ Cillian then observed as he ran one of his fingers through your mound again, collecting some of his semen before guiding it up to your mouth.

‘Hmm, I like the way you taste. Took me only 12 years to find out’ you grinned as you suggestively licked his cum from his fingers.

‘I didn’t ever think that this would actually happen, seeing my cock inside you’ Cillian chuckled.

‘Tell me about it’ you said before giving Cillian a quick kiss. ‘By the way, nice dirty talk, I like it’ you then smirked, being rather surprised by your friend’s dirty vocabulary.

‘You’ve heard nothing yet’ Cillian said as he was getting dressed again.

‘Coffee?’ you then asked before walking over towards the coffee machine completely naked, wiggling your butt on full display.

‘Uhm sure, thanks’ Cillian laughed before putting his briefs back on and sitting down at the table while he watched you still somewhat in disbelieve.

***

After you got on with your chores and tasks for the day, you decided to finally call Laura to have this difficult conversation with her.

But, she didn’t pick up any of your calls and, instead, sent you a text message.

‘Can’t talk right now’ was all it said.

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