#this morning my mom asked me if i would start laundry when i got home and that there was one basket of clothes ready for me

[evandarya]

Prompt fill from the Discord server. This one is courtesy of @tourettesdog

Prompt where Danny keeps showing up like a stray cat at various hero's houses. He just comes and goes and they never know when he'll show up next. He's just this like pseudo-adopted child who will come over for dinner, crash on the couch, and he's gone by morning. No amount of research will tell them who he is past the limited information he's given them

The various heroes are unaware that his stray cat range wanders so far until someone mentions him at a JL meeting and all hell breaks loose.

There's eventually an intervention

Stray Cat Danny

Clark had just got home when he noticed the heartbeat on the fire escape two floors above him. As far as he knew, that apartment was empty, so it couldn't be the residents going out for a smoke. It was weird, very strange, and not his business.

He tried to leave it alone, but the heartbeat stayed on the fire escape for a few hours. Every now and again Clark would hear whoever it was shift, but other than that they stayed quiet. Again, weird, but not his business.

Until it started to snow right when Clark was about to start dinner.

He was just going to make sure whoever it was had somewhere warm to stay. Maybe direct them to a shelter. Clark opened the window and looked up, there was a dark bundle, worryingly still, on the fire escape.

"Excuse me?" Clark called. The bundle shifted but whoever it is didn't respond. Clark grumbled and made his way up to them, squatting down a few feet away.

"Are you alright?"

The bundle shifted, revealing one blue eye and a tuft of back hair.

"''m fine" a young male voice answered. The blue eye closed.

"You know it's going to snow tonight. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in a shelter than on a fire escape."

"They're full." The boy answered. "All both of them."

Only two shelters for all of Metropolis? That can't be right. Clark looked up to the sky, the snow was starting to come down and he could swear it had gotten colder since he'd been out here. He couldn't leave the kid out here to freeze.

"How about you stay the night at my place? My couch is pretty comfortable, and I'm making beef stew for dinner, Ma's recipe." He let a bit of his Kansas accent show through. Hoping the country accent would put the boy more at ease. He was watching him now with both eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Did your Ma ever teach you about stranger danger?" The kid asked.

"Not exactly. She taught me to help people out if they need it. Did your Ma teach you stranger danger?"

"No," the boy said, "my mom taught me to put a full-grown man on the ground if I needed to."

That surprised Clark into laughing. "Well, you won't need to with me. What do you say you come inside?"

The boy watched him for another second before shivering violently and glaring at the sky.

"Yeah, alright. Just one night."

"I'm Clark, by the way," Clark said as he closed the window behind the kid.

"Danny." The kid said. He was rooted to the spot just a few steps into the apartment, eyes scanning the room.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny." Clark held out his hand to shake, but Danny didn't take it. After an awkward second Clark cleared his throat. "Uh. The stew is going to be a little while. You're welcome to the laundry and shower if you need it." Danny was pretty clean, but there was visible dirt on his face and clothes. "I might have some clothes my nephew forgot that you're welcome to." Dick was bigger than Danny for sure, but he was closer to Danny's size than Clark was.

Danny gave him a long look, before shrugging off his backpack. "Sure. Might as well."

Clark left to go get the clothes while Danny loaded some of his clothes and blankets in the washer. Once he presented the tee shirt and sweatpants Danny disappeared into the bathroom. When he reappeared he was scrubbed clean, his cheeks rosy either from the hot water or scrubbing.

Danny was even smaller than Clark was expecting. He was downright scrawny. Dick's shirt hung off Danny's shoulders, and Clark could clearly see his collarbones. This kid was not getting nearly enough to eat. Well, he was going to tonight if Clark had anything to say about it.

"The stew should be ready in about half an hour. Feel free to make yourself at home." Clark said. He expected Danny to sit on the couch and watch TV, but instead, Danny found his home office. it wasn't more than a desk with his work laptop on it and some of Clark's better pieces and awards framed and tacked to the wall above it.

"You're Clark Kent, the reporter?" Danny asked, eyes switching between the wall and Clark.

"That's me," Clark said. "You know my work?"

"I read your piece on metahuman and alien rights last year. It was good."

"Thanks. I really liked working on that piece."

"Did you always want to be a writer?"

"uh. No. When I was a kid I wanted to be an astronaut." Clark said, stirring the stew. Danny snorted. "What's funny?"

"Nothing," Danny said, taking a seat at the little kitchen table. "I wanted to be an astronaut, too."

"Yeah? You still could." Clark said.

"Nah. It's hard to be an astronaut without a high school diploma. What made you change to writing?"

"I went through a few different career paths before I landed on journalism."

"Do you like it?"

"I do. I like uncovering the truths people try to hide." Clark said. "You'd make a decent journalist, I'd think. Half of it is just asking the right questions."

Clark served up the stew into two bowls and brought them over to the table with some rolls and butter. "I don't have much in the way of drinks, is water okay?"

"Water would be great, thanks."

They ate in relative silence, Danny was too focused on his food to ask more questions. After they ate Danny nodded off on the couch almost as soon as he sat down. Clark couldn't bring himself to wake him up, so he just covered him with a blanket from the linen closet and headed to his own room.

Maybe in the morning he could make Danny pancakes or waffles and get him some new gloves and a jacket. The question was what to do after that? He didn't want to drop Danny off at a shelter, and taking him to the police would only destroy whatever trust he had gained with the boy. At the same time, he only had a one-bedroom apartment. He couldn't keep Danny here. Clark sighed. He'd have to talk to Danny in the morning and see what he wanted to do.

When Clark woke up he was greeted by the silence of the apartment and it took him a few minutes to figure out why that was wrong. There should be another heartbeat. Fearing the worst, Clark rushed into the living room to find it empty.

The blanket and clothes Danny had used had been neatly folded and placed on the back of the couch, along with a handwritten thank you note.

How did Danny leave without him hearing? Moreover, how'd he leave with the doors and windows still locked?

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 7

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Jake shows up when he doesn’t have to and it just makes you want him more.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, ass play, oral (both m & f receiving), femdom kind of?, p in v, idk probably more. Lmk if I missed anything.

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“Look who I found wandering around like a lost puppy,” Bradley says as he enters your office with his lunch on Monday. “Said he was on his way here?”

Jake comes in behind him, looking a little worse for wear.

“Yeah,” you reply, “We talked about it on Saturday, he’s got a little bit of a medical phobia so we’re gonna try having lunch in the medical center and see if it helps.”

“Makes sense,” Bradley nods, buying the ruse. “That’s why you kept putting your physical off, eh?”

“Yeah,” Jake replies, picking at his food.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Bradley tells him, trying to put him at ease, “Can’t say much when I’m terrified of clowns,” he turns to you. “What time is Drew’s game on Wednesday?”

“6,” you pull out your phone to double-check.

“I should be able to make it then. Wanna come?” He asks Jake.

Jake looks at you, not wanting to overstep.

“Drew would love it,” you say honestly, giving him the okay.

“Sure,” he smiles, “I’ll be there.”

“Hey, did you sign him up for that camp yet?” Bradley asks, “he’s been talking about it nonstop and asked me to remind you.”

“Yes, last night. It’s a 2-week sleep-away camp,” you explain to Jake. “I was a little hesitant; he’s only 8 and it’s right after school lets out so I won’t get to spend much time with before he has to leave but I decided to let him go. I never got to do fun stuff like that when I was a kid.”

Jake nods. “Some of my favorite memories were made at summer camp.”

“Agreed,” Bradley says. “Plus you’ll have 2 weeks to all to yourself. Maybe you’ll finally get laid.”

Jake’s trying not to smile as you choke on the water you were sipping. “Jesus Roo.”

He shrugs. “What? Maybe you’d sleep better after getting dicked down.”

“Please stop,” you mutter, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m just saying,” he continues. “Maybe Jake here could help you out?”

It’s Jake’s turn to choke.

“Just because you’re a manwhore doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be,” you tease as you throw a crouton at him.

“I’m not-hang on I’ve gotta take this, it’s Cyclone,” Bradley says, answering his phone as he steps out in the hallway.

Jake gives you a knowing smile as you shake your head at Bradley’s antics.

“…be right there,” Bradley says as he returns a moment later only to grab his lunch and turn back to the door. “Gotta go, he wants to talk to me quick before our hop this afternoon. See ya guys.”

“Bye,” the two of you reply but he’s already gone.

“So what’d you do yesterday?” You ask.

“Not much, just caught up on some laundry. You?”

Missed you. Thought about you all day.

“Cleaned, caught up on some laundry too, and played baseball with Drew and Ron,” you reply.

“You play baseball too?” He asks. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

You smile. “I played a lot of sports growing up,” your smile fades as you continue. “Anything to avoid going home.”

“Understandable,” his foot nudges yours under the desk; comforting you. “Drew’s lucky to have such a cool mom.”

“He thinks so too. For now at least,” you laugh.

The rest of the lunch passes quickly and soon Sophie’s in the door frame letting you know your afternoon is starting.

“We have lunch meetings the next few days, but I’ll see you at Drew’s game,” he says as he stands.

“Sounds good. I won’t tell him just in case something comes up and you can’t make it,” you say, giving him an out if he wants it.

“I’ll be there,” he says softly, looking towards the door before giving you a quick kiss. “See ya.”

“Bye,” you smile as butterflies take flight in your stomach.

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Another package of Reese’s peanut butter cups sits on your desk the following morning, and the next. Knowing now that he avoids the medical unit like the plague, makes his early morning chocolate deliveries even more special.

You’ve texted back and forth a few times but there are lulls in responses from both of you due to busy schedules. So by the time you’re done with work Wednesday, you’re anxious to see him again.

Your phone buzzes as you sit on the bleachers beside Tina and Ron who brought Drew early for warm-ups.

Jake: Our last hop ran late but we’re on our way.

Reese: Sounds good, I’ll save you guys a seat.

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Drew’s on deck when the Bronco pulls in and his face lights up like Christmas morning when he sees Bradley and Jake walking up.

“Look!” He mouths at you once he finds you in the stands, pointing in their direction.

You nod with a smile on your face, blinking back the unexpected tears that spring to your eyes.

Jake always looks good; but his damp hair, tight jeans, and showing up to your son’s little league game has you ready to jump his bones.

“Who’s that with Bradley?” Tina whispers. “He’s cute. Is he single?”

You laugh, happy that her eyes are on Jake so she doesn’t see the way you flush. “His name’s Jake, he’s in Bradley’s squadron. I think he’s single,” you lie.

“I’d hope so with the way he’s looking at you,” she murmurs, nudging you.

She’s always been observant. Too observant.

“He’s younger than me,” you tell her. “Only 30.”

“Yeah. That’d totally make you a cradle robber,” she replies sarcastically with a snort. “Looks like Drew’s already a fan,” she continues noticing the way he waves at him excitedly.

You smile as they approach and have to swallow a whimper when you catch a whiff of his cologne as he sits beside you.

“Hey,” his eyes flick to your lips, and leans in, almost like he’s about to kiss you but he stops himself. The cutest blush rises up his neck.

“Hey,” you reply, wishing he hadn’t stopped. “You’re just in time. Jake, these are my…Drew’s grandparents, Ron and Tina.”

“Nice to meet you,” he shakes each of their hands.

“Keep that elbow up, bud! You got this!” Bradley calls from Jake’s other side. Drew nods as he steps up to the plate, his right elbow up.

He swings at the first pitch, but it’s a miss. The next 3 are balls, and the following is straight down the middle but he realizes it a second too late, his head dropping forward in frustration.

“Shake it off,” Jake yells and Drew’s head pops up and he meets Jake’s eye. “Let ‘er rip it if it’s in there.”

Drew takes a deep breath and nods as he steps into the batter's box.

It’s another one right down the middle. He swings, making contact. You rise to your feet and the ball sails over the center fielder’s head.

“Run!” All of you yell as Drew stands there, stunned.

With that, he takes off. Rounding second base as the outfield recovers the ball. It’s thrown to third as he approaches that base but it’s overthrown.

“Go home!” You call, bouncing on your heels.

He slides in just as the catcher gets it and you can’t see anything from the cloud of dust.

But as the dust clears the ump calls “Safe!”

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Drew beams the rest of the game; playing better than ever from the confidence boost of his first home run.

Everyone goes with you for ice cream after and Tina gives you pointed looks all night that have you rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

Knowing you have her approval makes your heart feel lighter than it has in a long time.

You type a quick text to Jake while you wait for Drew to buckle in after.

Reese: Do you want to come over tonight? After Drew’s asleep?

Jake: Yes.

Jake: LMK when I’m okay to come over.

Reese: Will do.

“Do you think Dad saw it? My home run? Do you think he’s proud of me?” Drew asks as you pull into the driveway.

His words tug at your heartstrings. He usually brings up Andy when big events like this happen.

“I’m sure he saw it,” you reply truthfully, turning around to look at him. “and I know he’s proud of you.”

He nods and gives you a small smile before heading inside.

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“Can you be good and stay quiet for me?” You murmur later as you bring Jake’s lips to yours for a searing kiss as you reach back to lock the door of your bedroom.

“I’ll try,” he breathes as he rucks your shirt up and over your head. “Wanna be good for you.”

You shiver at his words while he unbuttons your shorts before pushing them down your legs, leaving you only in your pretty lace underwear and matching bra that you put on earlier.

“Pretty,” he murmurs as his fingers trail over your cleavage, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You smile and guide him backward toward your bed, stripping him naked before pushing him gently onto his back, pressing kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. He jolts when you flick your tongue over his nipple.

“This okay?” You ask, looking up at him. When he nods you do it again before giving it a gentle suck while running your fingers over the other.

You play with his chest for a while, seeing what he likes and what gives the biggest reactions; and like he admitted to you before, he likes a little pain.

“Like that?” You ask as you pull your mouth off the sensitive bud, fingers still pinching the other.

“Yessss,” he sucks a breath in through his teeth when you pinch harder; both of them now.

You kiss your way lower, wanting to pleasure him in other ways.

Precum is steadily leaking from the tip and he gasps when you pull it into your mouth with a satisfied hum. Giving him a few sloppy bobs to coat him fully with your saliva before going lower to mouth his sac, enjoying the way he shudders. You wet your fingers in your mouth and sit back up.

“Have you ever been touched back here?” You ask, fingers tracing just behind his drawn-up balls, waiting to hear what he says before going further.

“No,” he shakes his head. “Heard it can be good though.”

“Want me to?” You ask before sucking the head of his cock into your mouth again. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

He nods, head falling back on your pillow when you start sucking him off again. Once his hands slide into your hair you move your finger lower, tracing a wet fingertip over his tight ring of muscle. His fingers tighten in your hair and he tenses at the first touch eventually relaxing when you begin to circle.

“Fuck,” he rasps when you gently press; the broken sound making you clench. “That-ah…that’s good.”

“Mmm,” you hum around him, taking him a little deeper into your mouth, using your unoccupied hand to stroke what you can’t swallow.

“Ree-Reese,” he gasps, gently tugging on your hair to pull you off. “I’m gonna-can I cum?”

You nod, not letting him pull you off.

“I-where should…fuck!” He pants when you keep going, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

His eyes widen when he realizes your plan. One of his hands leaves your hair and you glance up to watch him pull one of your pillows over his face to muffle his wrecked groan as he cums.

You moan around him at the taste, swallowing each burst greedily, releasing him only when he begins to twitch with overstimulation.

Chest heaving, he tosses the pillow aside, eyes instantly catching on the movement of your thighs rubbing together.

He pulls you over him so fast your head spins; not taking the time to take off your underwear, he just licks you through the soaked lace as soon as your thighs straddle his face.

Your hands scrabble, finding your headboard as he pulls you down further onto his mouth, the grip on your thighs bruising as he eats you out.

When your thighs begin to shake, he slips his fingers inside you, curling them just how you like and that’s all it takes.

You nearly draw blood, biting your lip in an effort to stay quiet as you tremble through your release.

Before you come all the way down, there’s a rip of fabric and his tongue is on you again.

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You don’t know how much time passes (or how many orgasms occur) when he finally helps you off his face.

A glance shows you he’s hard again. Reaching into your bedside drawer you pull out a condom and slide it on him before straddling his hips reverse cow-girl style and sinking down. His hands come around to grip your hips as you begin to ride him.

Just as you’re about to wipe the excess condom lube on your thigh, an idea comes to mind and your slick fingers slide behind his sac again. He bends his knees, welcoming your touch.

Your motions remain the same as earlier as you ride him slowly; circling and pressing, not wanting to push him too far. But when he thrusts up at the same time as you sink down, your lubed finger slips and breaches him.

“Are you-“ you start to ask.

“Fuckkkkk,” he rasps, tilting his hips up in a silent plea for more.

You press further, clenching at the strangled moan that’s ripped from his throat and the way his hips jerk when you find his prostate.

Knowing he’s not going to last long, your free hand finds your clit as you continue to ride him, rubbing fast circles to his slow presses.

“I-oh God,” he sounds wrecked; barely coherent as he tries to tell you he’s close.

“Cum for me,” you murmur as you press more insistently, toeing the edge of your release already.

You fall off the edge when he pulses around your finger, filling the condom with a guttural groan.

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A/N: I think I blacked out when writing the smut.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

New to Mother's Day – Joe Keery

I woke up to my son, Charlie, screaming from his nursery. Tears filled my own eyes as I got out of bed at 2 in the morning and went to his aide. I've been married to Joe Keery for two years. Six months ago, we had a son. One month ago, Joe left to guest star in a TV show. And every day since he left, I have felt like a complete failure.

I went to Charlie's nursery and grabbed him out of his crib. I sat on the rocking chair and began to feed him. When he was finished, I rocked him back to sleep and gently put him in his crib. I went back to my room and collapsed into bed. It felt like I had only slept ten minutes before my alarm went off again. When I looked at the clock, it read 6 am.

Joe was coming home and I wanted to get some of my usual cleaning done. In between taking care of Charlie, I did the laundry, vacuumed, swept and mopped, did the dishes, and cleaned the bathroom. Charlie was taking his afternoon nap and I had finally finished the chores.

I walked in and checked on Charlie. I let out a sigh of relief when he was still sleeping soundly. I went back to the family room, sat on the couch, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the peace and quiet. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

I woke up to someone gently moving some hair off my cheek. My eyes fluttered open before finally focusing on my husband.

"Joe!" I gasped. He laughed as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. He caught us and stopped us before we could fall.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too."

Without letting go of me, Joe stood up. I giggled when he lifted me up and spun me around. He put me back down, leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips started moving in sync. We broke apart when Charlie started to cry.

"Your son knows you're home," I chuckled. Joe gave me another quick kiss before heading toward Charlie's nursery. When I got there, Joe was holding our son, slightly swaying back and forth.

"Were you good for your Mommy?" Joe asked sweetly.

"As good as he can be," I shrugged. He looked up at me and sent me a small smile before turning his focus back to our son.

"What should we do for Mommy tomorrow, buddy?" He asked him. "We gotta show her how much we love her on Mother's Day."

My heart sank into my stomach. I completely forgot tomorrow was Mother's Day. I used to love the holiday. My siblings and I always spoiled our Mom on Mother's Day.

This year, it was different. This year, I was a Mother. And I was failing. Joe and Charlie would be doing sweet things for me tomorrow, all while I felt like I didn't deserve it.

"You don't need to do anything," I brushed off.

"What?" Joe chuckled. "Of course, we're going to do something. It's Mother's Day."

"I know," I said, clearing my throat. "But you just got back in town. You're tired and I am too. We should spend the day, at home, hanging out with Charlie. We don't need to do anything."

Joe walked over with Charlie in his arms. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to them.

"We are going to celebrate Mother's Day, gorgeous," Joe whispered. "You have been a mother for a little over six months and we both love you. We are going to celebrate that."

"And I'm saying that we don't have to," I whispered.

"Y/N," he said as he studied me. "What's going on, baby girl?"

"Nothing," I said a little too quickly. "I'm just. . . It's been a long month with you gone. I missed you. Charlie missed you. I want to spend the weekend focusing on you being home. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Of course not," he sighed. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my waist. "Y/N, you would tell me if something was wrong, right?"

"Yes," I smiled, trying to lighten the tension. "You know me, Joe. I tell you everything."

I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek. I booped Charlie's nose, making him giggle, and headed to the kitchen to make dinner but not before I heard Joe whisper something.

"There is definitely something you're not telling me."

* * * * *

Later that night, after we had put Charlie to sleep, Joe and I opened a bottle of wine. We spent the night talking about the project he just finished. When we finished the bottle, Joe took me upstairs. We made love that night like we usually do when he returns home. Joe fell asleep after we finished, but I couldn't. I stayed up most of the night, going over the last six months. I fell asleep, overthinking every decision I've made since I became a Mother.

"Happy Mother's Day!"

I jumped up, a smile forming when I saw Joe carrying Charlie into our room. He leaned over and kissed me before handing me our son.

"Thank you," I chuckled.

"Come downstairs," Joe jumped eagerly. "Charlie and I made you breakfast. Then we're going to get you a coffee, take you on a shopping spree, and then to lunch. After that, we're gonna do a little more shopping before taking you to a salon."

"There's a salon open on Mother's Day?"

"Yep," he laughed as he grabbed Charlie. I got out of bed and listened as he continued to plan out our day. "They have a Mother's Day Special. Which you are getting! Full mani-pedi and a blowout. . . Whatever that is."

"It's for hair," I chuckled.

"Well, you're getting it," he smirked. "Then you, me, and Charlie are going to go out to your favorite restaurant for dinner."

"Italianos?"

"Of course," he said in a teasing tone. "After dinner, we're gonna take a walk to that ice cream parlor at the park. Then we're gonna come home and put Charlie to bed together."

"And then?" I asked when he paused. I laughed when he covered our son's ears.

"Then I'm gonna put you to bed," he winked. "Again."

My heart sank into my stomach. The happiness I felt suddenly went away as my thoughts went back to last night. Joe sensed my change. He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"We really don't have to do all that."

"But. . ."

"I'd be just as happy staying in and hanging with my boys."

Before he could object, I kissed his cheek and took Charlie. As I went downstairs, Joe grabbed his phone.

Joe's POV

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom," I greeted. "Happy Mother's Day."

"Thanks, sweetheart," she chuckled. "What do you have planned for Y/N?"

"Lots," I tried to laugh.

"What's wrong?" Mom instantly asked.

"I don't know," I confessed. "Y/N's been. . . Weird."

"What do you mean?"

"She keeps saying that she doesn't want to celebrate Mother's Day," I sighed. "She says she's fine, but I don't think she is, Mom."

"It's been six months since Charlie was born, right?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. I furrowed my eyebrows when Mom hummed. "What?"

"It's completely normal for Y/N to be feeling like this," she said simply.

"It is?"

"Look, Joe," she sighed, "being a parent is hard. You know that. It's even more difficult when you're alone."

"But she's. . ."

"Sweetheart," she cut me off, "I know she isn't alone alone, but she will occasionally be alone. You're going to be out of town every once in a while and she will have to take care of Charlie on her own. It's part of your and her life. She knew that when you first started dating. She knew that when you got married. She knew that when she got pregnant."

"But what do I do?" I sighed. "Mom, she looks. . . She's so. . . I don't know."

"You tell her she's an amazing mother," my mother said softly. "All you have to do is be there for her and remind her that she is a wonderful mother and she is doing the best that she can. No one is perfect."

* * * * *

We went through the day just like I told Y/N this morning. There were moments when Y/N was smiling and laughing, but every once in a while, she'd lose it. She'd get in her head and shut down for a few minutes.

I tried my best to catch it whenever she had one of those moments. As soon as I noticed she was in her head, I'd do something to pull her out. After we put Charlie to bed, I pulled Y/N into our bedroom. When we got to the door, I kissed her. She moaned as I picked her up and carried her to our bed.

"Wait," she gasped when I laid us down. "Sorry, baby. But. . . I need to use the restroom first."

"Of course," I said, leaning down and kissing her before getting off of her. I sat on the bed and waited as she went to the bathroom. Eventually, I noticed it was taking her longer than normal. After a brief moment of panic, I jumped up and went to the bathroom.

I peeked into the bathroom and sighed when I saw Y/N standing in just her underwear, overanalyzing her body. My heart sank when I saw her put her hands on her stomach and tears filled her eyes.

"There you are," I said, trying to sound light-hearted. I ran over to her and gently grabbed her hands, pulling her close to me. "What's wrong, darling?"

"Why do you love me?" She said, her sob starting.

"What?"

"I'm so ugly," she sobbed. "I'm fat. I'm disgusting. I'm horrible."

"Whoa," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around her and let her sob into my shirt. I reached up and started running my fingers through her hair. "You are beautiful, Y/N. Every part of you is beautiful."

"I'm a horrible mother!" She sobbed louder. I tightened my arms around her and gently shushed her.

"What are you talking about?" I teased lightly.

"I feel like I never know what he needs," she continued. "And whatever I do, it's not enough. I can never tell if he's happy or hungry or needs attention. I don't know what I'm doing."

"You are a wonderful mother, Y/N. Charlie loves you." I pulled out of our hug and caught a stream of tears with my thumb. "You are an amazing mother," I repeated. "I know it's been overwhelming and I'm sorry I haven't been here. But you are an incredible mom."

"Nothing I do is ever good enough," Y/N whispered.

"That's not true," he said instantly. "You are an amazing mother. You are an amazing wife. You are an amazing woman, Y/N. Everything, and I mean everything, you do is enough. Being a new parent is overwhelming. I get overwhelmed."

"You do?" She stuttered.

I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, my hang lingering. "Of course, gorgeous," I softened my voice. "The last month, I have felt like a complete failure of a father. I felt like I abandoned you and Charlie. See? We both have moments like that. The important thing to do is to come together and lift each other up."

Y/N stood on her toes and kissed me. I let out a small moan as I kissed her back. When we broke the kiss, I leaned my forehead against hers.

"I love you so much, Y/N," I whispered. "You are an incredible woman and an even better mother. You are the only person I want to mother and help me raise my children."

"I love you too, Joe."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying tomy dad he doesn't knows how to use the damn washing machine?

🎣 So I can find it later

Me (transmasc, 25) live with my parents. This is something they suggested me after I had a breakup with someone abusive, before someone jumps at my neck for living with them, immediately voting that I am the asshole. No they don't respect either my name or my pronouns, that's how bad the relationship was. I also pay a fixed amount per month that's about half of my salary+do more complex house chores. This was a while ago when mom had just given birth.

My dad is pretty big at fishing, and gets his fishing clothes pretty dirty. Fishy smell, dirt, grass, dirty water, you know the drill. Fishes a shitton of fishes and sell it for some extra money. I think it's important to mention his salary isn't bad, it's actually about 7 times the minimum wage here, he just spends in a lot of stuff he doesn't needs like getting a lot of toys for the younger sibling, a lot of fishing material he doesn't uses, paying for bills he made back when he exchanged our house for a farm and then got absolutely ridden in debt from farm expenses because he thought everything would be perfect like in those farm movies. And then had to exchange the farm again in a worse house and still pay back some money, getting pets he can't pay for the expenses like about 15-20 native birds (that are illegal btw) and canaries that cost some real money because they eat specialized food and fresh fruit+medicine. I think it's also important to mention that when I was younger my mom and him fought at least one time per month about his fishing habits that were like, leave on Friday and coke back either sunday night or monday morning. Now they're much more tamer usually capping off at one day, but still are frequent, like at least one time per week.

Now to the real deal: mom always washes his clothes, but in this specific time I was doing laundry because she just was cut open with a C-section to have the twins because of an emergency with the babies .Twins weren't home yet but it was not like she could do anything, so I was doing laundry, organizing my siblings chores (15F, 13M, 4F), taking care of the younger one, unfortunately overwhelmed from being the mom. And dad just leaves to fishing every weekend like it's no biggie and leaves their children to just fend for themselves I guess if I wasn't here. So I am making food, making chores and all of that, real mama chores including dealing with the very moody 4yo that isn't happy dad isn't home and mom can't get out of the bed and cried from about anything that mildly inconveniences her.

Then he comes home from fishing and tuck his dirty clothes god knows where, and one week later finds it again and starts bitching about how no one washed his fishing outfit and I, very tired, very overwhelmed and very stressed, say to him "why, don't you know how to use the damn washing machine?" And he gets like, really offended and says he won't even answer me do he won't offend me, and in my tired state I just answer that all he needs to do is to throw it there with soap and turn it on, he could do that and he gets more mad and storms off to fish (again yes, leaving my mom with basically a recovering surgery with the kids.)

Another detail is that a year before he did the same thing but mom had left for some christian stuff for two weeks, and when I asked him if he could load the washing machine so I could finish fixing lunch, he told me he didn't know how to use it and I taught him. He's 45. It's one of those washing machines with literally everything written on them on how to use.

I also should clarify that he's not mentally disabled or physically disabled, if the fishing trips weren't enough clue for his overall wellness. Mom acted as I should bend to his will and just washes the clothes because it's not worth fighting. My 15yo sister is with me because he makes her clean the sink he uses to clean the fishes every time he fishes. Mom is mad at both of us because we're tearing this family apart and we should just accept dad as he is and do what he says.

Tldr: AITA for asking my dad if he doesn't knows how to do the laundry even after I taught him to do so?

What are these acronyms?

[i-like-turkey]

I announced on Twitter that I was taking a step back from social media and fandom to deal with a personal matter. That’s still true. I just need to barf some feelings into the universe. I’m putting them under a cut. This is NOT an easy read and I’m NOT holding back details. Don’t feel compelled or obligated to share my pain. TW: Pet death & grief.

I said goodbye to my little girl on Thursday. She’s been my world since I took her home at the end of July 2012. It was both sudden and not sudden. So I’m in shock, but I’m also not really surprised. There were signs that something bad was looming and I had this gut feeling as early as January that this wasn’t gonna be a good year for us.

This likely all started a long time ago. I took her to the vet in August of 2022 right before we moved east. The vet told me that her heart didn’t sound 100%, but it wasn’t something that needed immediate intervention. She had a little murmur that could indicate heart disease and if it got worse, then I’d need to get her to a specialist to take pictures and then we’d likely get her on some medicine to deal with whatever the problem was.

So I heeded the advice to take a wait and see approach. My baby was acting fine. She made it across the country well. She had energy and life. Not quite her puppy energy, but she was 10, so that was normal. I took her to the vet again this last August and I heard the same thing. She has a murmur. It’s not quite bad enough to get images. If it gets worse, we’ll refer you to a specialist. Ok. Great.

We keep living our life. She still has energy. Lunging at cars and barking at other dogs and trying to get endless pets from all of the strangers we’d encounter while walking in our neighborhood and riding our building’s elevators. I can’t tell y’all how many people would ask how old she was and be surprised when I told them 11.

So we get to January and she’s coughing a bit more than she usually does. Background: for the last few years of her life, she’d occasionally have coughing fits when she got super excited about something or barked too hard at a car. Worrying. But something I’d disclosed to all of the vets we’d seen and they didn’t seem perturbed by it. But now the coughing was every few days instead of a couple times a month or three days of coughing followed by months without a single damn cough.

It got really bad mid January. I took her into the vet. The same one who’d listened to her heart in August. He listened again. Nothing out of the ordinary. She didn’t have fluid in her lungs. Her energy was fine. He sent me home with antibiotics and a cough suppressant and told me to come back if she didn’t improve after a few days of treatment. She improved. Not right away. There were scary times where her breathing was all labored, but after a few days of the meds, she was doing better, and by the end she seemed fine.

And then we get to last Sunday and I hear a cough and that wasn’t good. And then Monday she’s coughing a bit more and I’m getting nervous. I talk to my parents and we agree to not do anything yet because illnesses can linger and her energy was fine. My mom came over that night and we were standing by the laundry closet doors and my pup pulled a toy out of her toy basket and was just running all over the living room with it. She was shaking her head and growling and having an absolute blast flinging that thing everywhere for the entire lengthy time my mom and I were chatting. She didn’t look sick. She looked like a puppy with lots of gray hair.

Then my mom leaves and we sit on the couch and she rolls over for belly rubs and immediately has to roll back over to cough. Then she cuddles up to me and we sit there and watch TV and I pet her and then I take her out and we go through our nighttime routine. She seemed fine.

Tuesday was a good day. She had energy. We played a bit with one of her favorite toys. We had some good cuddles. I only heard a few coughs.

Wednesday morning she seemed ok energy wise. She coughed when she rolled over for belly rubs right after I got home from my morning walk (solo cause it’s long & hilly. She also got one every morning). I didn’t notice anything abnormal during the day. Then we go out for our evening walk and she’s sluggish. That also wasn’t abnormal cause her energy had been fading for the last few years. Sometimes she’d race through our walks. Sometimes she liked to take a leisurely pace. I never worried cause if a car zoomed past she’d lunge and bark and if she saw a dog, she’d lose her mind. But we passed a couple dogs that night and nothing. That had me on edge. But then we get inside and I put on her favorite TV show, Person of Interest, and she was barking up a storm at Bear and seemed fine. I take that as a positive sign and relax a little.

I make dinner. We go to the couch for nightly cuddles. She rolls over for belly rubs. Starts coughing immediately. I pet her through it. Then she cuddles into my side and coughs a couple more times as we sit there. I put her to bed at her usual bedtime. I hear her coughing a few times as I’m struggling to fall asleep. Then I wake up Thursday and she’s in bad shape. I don’t wanna describe it cause it’s too fucking tough to type and traumatic. But I get us scheduled with the nearby vet asap* and I keep an eye on my girl and her scary symptoms. The symptoms subside a bit. Then my mom comes over to help keep me calm as we wait for our appointment time. My baby perks up when she hears my mom knock. She runs from the couch to the door. She’s wagging her tail and barking and jumping on my mom. She goes and chugs half her bowl of water. We sit there with her for over an hour petting her as we talk. She’s breathing ok. Her tail is between her legs, so that’s a sign something isn’t right. But she’s getting all the love from us and seemed happy.

Then we leave. She pees and poops on the way (I didn’t take her out first thing that morning cause part of the scary badness that I’m skipping is that she peed inside). The vet comes in and listens to her. I show a video I took of her that morning. The vet’s reaction said it all. She snapped into action. Took my baby out of the room for x-rays. As that was happening we were going over pricing options with a tech and then shit kinda really hit the fan cause the x-rays were bad. No specialty review necessary. She had fluid around her heart. So we start talking about transporting her to a specialist. They bring my girl back in. The tech just kinda drops the leash and steps away as soon as my girl is through the door. She starts racing directly to me and she collapses. My mom runs for help. They take her away again. The vet ends up doing the procedure she would have sent us elsewhere to do. Basically draining the fluid. It’s blood. They get her stable and hooked up on oxygen and give me the option of trying to get her to the animal hospital for further intervention. But the vet was clear that she’d probably die on the way and it was VERY clear at that point that she wasn’t gonna get better from this. It was a heart tumor. Something had ruptured and started bleeding. There was no fix. So I made the call to let her go. We got my dad and my brother on the line and told them to get their asses over to us. We stood there petting my baby as we waited. Then we said goodbye.

*In hindsight I maybe should have gotten her in the car and driven her to an emergency hospital. But the closest one ISN’T close. And that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. She hated the car enough that she would pant during two minute drives. 40 minutes (assuming relatively light rush hour traffic which is probably a bad assumption so more like 60 min) of that while she was already in breathing distress might have killed her. But assuming we made it, they could have intervened and maybe bought her a day or two. But this wasn’t something she was gonna get better from. That extra time would have been full of pain. So I made the right call. She got more loves from me and my mom at home and got to pass peacefully nearby while she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.

So I’m devastated and completely out of my mind at the moment. I don’t know what’s up or down. I’m keeping myself occupied between sobbing fits by going through all the pictures I’ve taken over the years. It’s a pain in the ass because my storage habits are terrible and my screenshotting habits are worse so I have hundreds of thousands of images scattered everywhere and now I have to dig through them to find my girl.

Here are some painful lessons I’ve learned from this:

Don’t store 77k images in a single folder on an external hard drive. You won’t be able to copy them all over to the iCloud at a single time unless you have a fuckton of available disk space on your Mac. And trying to scroll through the images will push your computer dangerously close to the limits (I really need a new machine 😬)

Don’t rely too heavily on Snapchat to takes pics. It’s fun in the moment, but 5-6 years later you’re gonna cringe & regret that all your cute dogs pics from that era are plastered over with weird graphics. A Happy Mother’s Day pic with my dog on the couch behind me, hearts all above us, and a damn Wookie filter plastered over my face? jfc 🤦🏼‍♀️

Do give yourself a refresher on how Snapchat works lest you go through and favorite a bunch of memories, see a pop up flash about them getting added to a story, and then have a full on panic attack in front of your parents about how you might have accidentally shared semi-naked pics of yourself with the few people that still follow you 😅 (Yes, I’ve been been known to take and share some risqué pics. Yes, I wanted to download them before deleting them. I might be grieving, but I can still see a pic of my 2018 back muscles and think “Damn!” 🫣🤣)

Don’t be so lax and sloppy about your picture storage habits that you’re forced to keyword search your text messages for pictures cause it’s a good way to find out just how many women you’ve texted dog pics to throughout the years 🥴 She was a great wing woman, but she also loved to clam jam me cause she thought she was the one who should be getting kisses when I’d sit on my couch with a woman 😂

Do find a balance between taking pictures of every damn thing and living in the moment. I stopped taking lots of pics since my east coast move cause I wanted to get away from my compulsive snapping. Now I regret not taking at least one daily shot of her sleeping on the couch.

Do have other people take pictures of you and your dog. So far I’ve only found two different occasions on which someone else took a picture of me and my baby together. All other pics of us are terrible selfies or feature just my hand/arm/legs. I have memories of all those moments that I spent with her, but it hurts to not have a father away perspective on them. Part of this is my fault for living thousands of miles from my family, being fairly closed off to human connections aside from shallow hookups and activity buddies, and viewing my home as a sacred domain accessible to people only if there wasn’t another option for where we could hang out.

Thank you anyone who has made it this far. Please go hug your pets and tell them that you love them. If you would like to leave me a note, that’s very welcome. I don’t have the energy to engage, so it’s unlikely I will respond until the day my energy returns. Idk when that will be. Right now I’m still in the sobbing hysterically as I process my new reality phase. I need to get through that before I’ll be ready to start communicating normally. I’m hopeful that I’ll only need a week or two in this phase. But who knows. Grief is hard to predict. All I can do now is stay patient and work through it.

[silver-hwaberry]

TEN: missing you

Warnings: Handjob, oral (m receiving), suggestive language, swearing, very very mild hair pulling

Word count: 7.1K

Taglist: @kiwibaekie @fudgeflyssworld @kodzukein @elk-1998 @khjcoo

The guys were a week into their promotions. I had barely seen them, as their days started very early and ended late at night. They were doing music shows every day, offline fansigns and online fancalls, interviews. There were a couple of days I went with them to the music shows and got to be there when they got some wins, too. I felt so proud of them watching their names being called out. On the days they had online fancalls I was working to help with any translations, but overall each of them did well speaking to their English-speaking fans.

When they would come home, it was dinner, then bed for them. Yunho was stealing kisses when we had little moments alone, which I was not objecting to. Wooyoung had no issues with PDA in front of the others and I was getting used to it as well. It no longer felt alien to kiss Wooyoung in the kitchen, be taken into the hall by Yunho for a cheeky kiss away from the others and then to have Seonghwa kiss me minutes later. Yeosang was slowly becoming less shy with me as well, and one morning he initiated a back hug as I was waiting for the kettle to boil. Seonghwa had spent a night in my room after he fell asleep on my bed while we were talking. I didn’t have the heart to wake him up, as I could see how exhausted he was.

I hadn’t got to spend any time with the others though because of the heavy schedules. I knew that once promotions were over, I would get to see them more. Maybe it was selfish of me but I was missing them.

The days that I wasn’t with them, I was working on my bedroom and settling into the apartment. Some furniture for my room was delivered and despite the guys telling me they would build them for me, I got stuck in and did them myself. I may not be DIY savvy, but my dad taught me how to build at least a flat pack! ‘No daughter of mine will be unable to build a bookcase with step-by-step instructions!’ he said the day he taught me. It was a fun day though, and I was glad he showed me as I could now easily assemble my furniture and those of my friends for years now.

My bedroom was slowly coming together, and it was feeling like home. Today my new bed had arrived and the guys who delivered it took away the old bed. So I had spent most of the day building it. As I lay out the fresh bedding on top of it, I feel happy. I take a step back to look at it and smile. I slowly turn around to look at the room. Fairy lights hanging from the walls, photos of my family and my friends dotted around the room, my style showing in it.

I go into the laundry room to check the time left on the washing machine. It is nearly finished so I pull out the clothes airers and set them up in the back part of the lounge so they were out of the way. I hang up the damp clothes when the machine finishes, then flop onto the sofa. 

I take a deep breath and look around the lounge. I have done my room, cleaned the apartment which to be honest wasn’t even untidy or dirty to begin with because of Seonghwas daily cleaning routine, and washed the guy’s clothes that were in their wash baskets. Admittedly, I had to video call my mom to ask her how to work the washing machine as it was very modern and I was used to the basic ‘put your clothes in, laundry powder, fabric conditioner, close door and press on button’ machines. 

I switch on the TV and log into my Netflix profile San had created for me. I spend the rest of the day lying on the sofa watching tv until I hear the door lock chime and the guys coming in. Hongjoong had texted me earlier to say they were bringing home pizzas for dinner so not to cook anything.

“Hey Luna!” San says as he comes into the lounge

“Sannie!!” I smile, jumping off the couch to hug him

“Oh, someone’s in a good mood!” He chuckles, his arms hold on to me tightly

“Hey! I am always in a good mood!” I pout playfully.

“I cannot deny that, my little sunshine.” He replies. 

“Are you free tonight?” I ask, looking up at him.

“If it isn’t a schedule, then I am always free!” he grins back at me

“Well, you are usually playing games with the others on your nights off.” I say.

“Is someone jealous?” He teases, leaning down to look at me in the eyes. “Would someone rather I play with them instead?” a lopsided grin appears on his face

“Depends on what you would want to play.” I counter determined to not let his flirting cause me to blush 

“With you and only you.” He says as his hands move down to my hips, pulling them subtly into his and my tummy flips.

I know I am fighting a losing battle with him now, especially with that smirk of his and he now knows it too, as I feel heat spread across my cheeks. I cannot out flirt him.

“You are so cute when you get flustered.” He chuckles lightly, his hand touching my warm cheek. “Would you like to spend time together tonight?” his voice is softer and no longer teasing

“Only if you want to. It is cool if you don’t.” I say.

I hate the fact I am sounding and feeling like a little schoolgirl talking to her crush. I am not normally this shy or unsure of things. I already know they like me. They wouldn’t have asked me to move in or be with them if they didn’t. Plus they keep telling me too. However, with certain members, I feel somewhat uncertain about myself. I am incredibly aware that each of them is different and feels comfortable at a different pace. I find I am second guessing myself more than I usually do, as I am trying very hard not to rush any of them or have them feel like I am favouring other members or ignoring them. 

“Of course I do Luna.” his hand on my cheek gently tilts my head upwards so I look up at him. “What would you like to do?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe we could watch the 2nd episode of The Sound of Magic?” I say.

“Absolutely! We will do that.” He smiles at me before pulling me back into his body again.

“We could watch it in my room? I have my new TV set up and it will be quieter in there, too.” I say nervously.

Although we had a few cuddle sessions here and there, I wasn’t sure if we were at the cuddling in a bedroom stage yet.

“Sounds good to me, sunshine.” He replies, “Hungry?”

“Yeah! I could eat an entire pizza.” I say as I detach myself from him 

“Then an entire pizza you shall have.” He laughs as he takes my hand into his, his thumb affectionately rubs my skin.

He leads me into the kitchen. The guys were already sorting out the pizza boxes on the island counter. It feels comforting having them back home, knowing they were in an environment they could fully relax in. A place with no cameras watching their every move, staff telling them where they need to be, what to do or even what to say. Moreso, a place they are not working. As soon as Wooyoung sees me he drops what he was doing and rushes over to kiss me, pushing past Hongjoong to get to me.

“Rude!” Hongjoong mumbles as Jongho chuckles

“Missed you.” Wooyoung whispers as our lips part

“Missed you too.” I respond with a quick peek at his lips before San pulls me to a seat at the kitchen island

“How was your day Luna?” Seonghwa asks me before kissing my cheek

“Good! I finally got my room all sorted out.” I answer.

“Is there anything left that you need for your bedroom?” Yunho asks

“Just a chair for my desk. I know the type and style I want, but I can’t find one I like.” I reply as Wooyoung sits beside me. I feel his hand squeeze my thigh and smile at me. I smile back and lean over to give him another peck on his pouty lips. I knew he wanted more, but I like to tease him, the same way he teases me.

“Let me know what you want, style, colours, any photos and I will see what I can do.” Hongjoong says.

“That would be great, thank you.” I smile at him as he nods in reply.

“Did you wash clothes?” Yeosang asks. “It smells like laundry day in here.”

“Yeah, I hope you dont mind that I washed some of your clothes. I noticed the washing baskets in the halls were getting full.” I reply. “I will do more tomorrow.”

“You don’t need to wash our clothes. We don’t expect you to do these things, you know.” Seonghwa says.

“I know, but I had an entire day free while you guys have been working all day and night this past week. I already told you I will help around the house.” I say as everyone sits down around the island counter to eat. “I honestly dont mind. It is actually nice having a washing machine at home too and not have to drag a giant bag down to the launderette. Plus, it means you guys can fully relax tomorrow on your day off.”

“Well, thank you for doing the laundry for us. We all appreciate it.” Mingi says from beside me.

“Speaking of tomorrow’s day off, what are your plans for it?” I ask, sliding a slice of cheese pizza onto my plate.

“Sleep!” Wooyoung says instantly

“Play games.” San and Yunho say at the same time.

“I am going to meet up with Maddox in the studio tomorrow.” Hongjoong says.

“I was thinking of going to my studio in the morning.” Mingi hums.

“Gym.” Yeosang simply says

“Do you have any plans?” Seonghwa asks, his hand on my lower back.

“I am meeting up with my Uncle Jihoon in the morning. We are going to walk up to Namsan Tower.” I reply.

“That sounds good. Do you do that often?” Jongho asks.

“We try to. I got little time off in my old job, so it wasn’t a regular thing, but we go to walking trails whenever we can.” I reply. “It is our uncle and niece time.”

I notice Hongjoongs eyes linger on me and he smiles softly before continuing to eat. He knows my uncle helped me during a rough period and got me into exercising. The walking trails were something we did together, just the two of us. It gives us the opportunity to catch up with one another and talk. It is something I enjoy doing with him.

When we are finished eating, we all tidy up. I ignore the pleas for me to go relax and help to clean up. There weren’t many dishes to be done, so it didn’t take long, especially with 9 people. Most of the guys go up to their rooms to get changed and do their own thing for the rest of the night.

“I am going to have a quick shower. I won’t be long.” San says to me 

“Take your time. I will be in my room, so just come in when you are ready.” I reply.

“I am looking forward to having you all to myself tonight.” He whispers before he kisses my forehead and leaves as I watch him go out of sight 

So am I. I have been wanting to spend time alone with him for a while now. His forehead kisses were sweet, but I wanted proper kisses now.

“So cute!” I hear Seonghwa comment from behind me.

“What is?” I ask, turning around to look at him.

“That look you gave San as he left.” He smirks. “Little stars in your eyes.”

“Shut up! I did not have little stars in my eyes!” I reply, hitting his arm playfully.

“You so did.” He chuckles. “It is cute, though. The way you two are with one another is sweet.” the teasing in his voice is gone. “It is like watching young love bloom in slow motion.”

“Are you still OK with all this?” I ask, mainly to check in with how he is.

“Of course I am, darling. I enjoy seeing you happy, but I also really like seeing the other members be happy with you. Are you still doing ok?” He asks

“I am. I am still getting used to everyone’s different levels of affection and their levels of comfort with me, too. As you know, I am a very cuddly person. I would cuddle 24/7 if I could. I am trying to find a balance of not forcing myself onto someone who isn’t ready, but also making sure no one feels ignored or left out.” I reply.

“None of us feel that way. So don’t worry.” he says.

“Oh, I have been meaning to tell you that my mom told my dad about us. I meant to tell you after our date, but we were rather preoccupied.” A small laugh escapes me as I remember that night.

“Understandable that you forgot, given what we were doing to one another afterwards.” He smirks as his hands grab my hips and pull me into him. “So what did your dad say about me?” his voice falters ever so slightly, his dialect showing a little and I can tell he is nervous

“Just that he wants to meet you next month when they visit, but basically he approves.” I reply, my hands drifting up to his shoulders. “He wants to give you the ‘dad talk’ though.” 

“Oh god.” Seonghwa groans

“Don’t worry. He will put on his army face. He will look scary, but trust me when I say that he is not scary. Not one bit. He has never approved of any boyfriend in the past, so you have major plus points already.” I smile, one of my hands cupping his cheek as I go up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips.

“Army face sounds very scary, though.” He replies.

“I won’t lie. It is fucking terrifying when he puts it on.” I laugh lightly. “But that face does not last for long. He is a kind and gentle man. He is just protective of his family. Once he meets you, he will see that you are amazing, sweet, funny, kind and a gentleman, that you take care of me and he will like you. Trust me, Hwa.”

Seonghwa smiles down at me before scooping me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he places a series of kisses on my face, as I can only laugh. 

“I trust you darling.” he says. “Now go get ready to watch your show with San.”

He places me back on the ground, but I keep a hold of him in my arms, resting the side of my head in the crook of his neck. It has been a while since we were this close to one another and I have missed him. I have missed all of them. More than I realised.

Seonghwa smiles down at me before kissing me tenderly and I feel his hands caress my neck. I have missed this closeness with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He whispers 

“See you tomorrow.” I reply.

He leaves to go get changed and I am alone in the kitchen now. I get some snacks I had bought earlier hoping San would be up for watching tv with me, including some mint choc chip ice cream that I knew he liked too.

“Oh Mingi, I need to ask you a question!” I say as I see him walk past the kitchen.

“What is it princess?” he smiles

“What do you want for your birthday?” I ask. 

“I don’t need anything from you.” He replies. 

“If you think I am not buying you a present, then you are very mistaken!” I laugh.

“Well, there is something I would like.” He says. 

“Oh, tell me!” I smile at him.

“I would like it if you were to come to The Show.” he says. “Unless you already have plans.” He adds quickly 

“I have plans.” I say.

“That is alright.” he smiles but I see it is slightly forced. 

“Sorry Mingi.” I say, reaching up to stroke his face.

“Honesty Luna, don’t apologise. It was too short a notice for you, anyway.” He says, placing his hand over mine.

“It is just it’s my boyfriend’s birthday and I plan to spend as much of the day with him as I can. Completely spoiling him.” I smile at him.

“It is ok, you dont need to expl…. huh?” He looks confused before his eyes pop open widely as he realises what I said. “Luna!!” He laughs as I go onto my tiptoes to hug him properly. “You had me for a second.”

“It is my first time getting to celebrate your birthday, so of course I want to spend time with you. I know you will be busy with work, so I won’t bother you too much.” I say as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“You could never bother me. Any time I get to spend in your presence makes me happy, even if you are with the others. I like just being in the same space as you.” He says 

“Oh Mingi.” My voice is soft, and I can feel a small lump in my throat at his words. “You don’t feel like I ignore you, do you?”

“What? Of course not. There are so many of us and only one of you. I understand you want to spend time with the other guys.” He says, looking down at me.

“I want to spend time with you too, though.” I hold him tightly. 

“I know you do, and we will.” His voice is low and comforting. “When the time is right.”

“I am sorry. I will make more of an effort.” I say.

“Hey, look at me.” He whispers tilting my head up. “Just keep being yourself with us. No apologies and no effort required. Ok?!”

“Ok.” I nod, laughing lightly as he bends his knees so his face is level with my own. “How about dinner tomorrow night? You and I, my treat!” 

“You don’t have to...” He begins

“I WANT to, for your birthday.” I say, my hands reaching out to touch his face since it was actually within reaching distance for a change.

“OK. I would love to have dinner with you.” He smiles. “Now give me another hug before I go to the gym. I need some of your Luna energy.” His arms tightly wrapping around my waist.

“Luna energy?” I ask as a loud laugh escapes me, and my arms automatically go around his neck.

“Luna energy!” he laughs too, lifting me off the ground as he straightens up. “You always seem to have a never ending supply of energy, always on the go and moving around. I need to steal some of it tonight to get me through this gym session I have been putting off all week.”

This is the closest we’ve been physically and our first proper hug. We have had no time together since that day in his studio where we held hands and nothing else has progressed since then either. So it feels nice to be hugging him so closely. I am unsure what to do with my legs. Should I hook them around his waist or keep them dangling? As if he reads my mind, I feel his hands move to my thighs, pulling them up and around him.

“It is bad if I think you don’t need the gym?” I say. “You are already pure muscle.”

“How do you think I got this way?” he laughs

“True.” I giggle. “Well, anytime you need any energy, I am here. Luna hugs available 24/7.”

“You may regret saying that.” he says

“Never!” I reply, smiling at him before resting my head on his neck. “I missed you today.” I find myself saying quietly 

“I missed you too.” His voice is soft with arms securely around me, making me feel safe in his arms and I can’t help but smile to hear him say he has missed me too.

We stay like this for a few more minutes before mumbling he needs to go to the gym before his motivation disappears. Once I am safely back on the ground, Mingi bids me a good night and leaves the apartment. I go back into the kitchen to get the snacks and head to my bedroom. I give the room a quick spruce up, switch on the fairy lights, put on a wax melt and set up the snacks and drinks on my bed.  

“Your room is amazing!” San says as he comes in. “It looks so different from how it did before!” 

“What did it look like when Hongjoong was in it?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“It had these really awful green walls. Like vomit green.” He says with a disgusted face as I laugh. 

“I feel bad Hongjoong gave up his bedroom for me.”

“Don’t. He barely even slept in it. He was always either at the studio or he would fall asleep on the sofa if he came home. So it is nice to see someone actually using this room.” He replies. “Is this your sisters?” He picks up a photo frame from my desk and looks at it.

“Yeah. That is Soojin and Hyejin.” I answer, pointing at them 

“They are so cute!!” He smiles

“They really are. Very cute, but very cheeky, though.” I reply.

“So basically like Wooyoung then?” he laughs

“Pretty much.” I giggle. “They get away with it too. Like Wooyoung!”

“Who is this little one?” He asks, pointing at another photo.

“Yours truly!” I say, putting my hands up to frame my face and put on my best aegyo face.

“No way!! I thought that was one of your sisters!” He gasps. “It’s like triplets!” he holds both photo frames together to compare 

“My mom always says that.” I reply.

“I see your strawberry addiction started from a young age!”

“Ah yes!” I laugh. “There was a point I ate strawberries with every meal and would cry if I couldn’t.”

“And you finally grew out of that stage just last week!” he teases

“Hey!! That is mean!” I pout, pretending to be upset as he laughs, pulling me in for a hug.

“I am sorry, sunshine! You love your strawberries, though, and it is adorable!” His hands moving to my lower back.

“Soojin is obsessed with strawberries, too. My dad said she is a mini-me.” I say.

“You must miss your family.” His voice is soft.

“I do, but we message each other every day, talk as much as we can, and they visit a lot, too. During covid I didn’t see them for 2 years, that was difficult but I was thankful for video calls.” I say.

“My family is only an hour’s flight away, but I miss them like crazy most days.” He says. “You were really young when you moved here as well.” 

“Moving is second nature to me. I did struggle at first, being apart from my mom, and the twins weren’t even 2 years old when I moved too. So I missed a lot of their younger years.”

“It seems like you have a good bond, though. I heard you on the phone with them last night.” I must look weird at him as he quickly adds, “Oh, I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was in the lounge and your bedroom door was open. I could hear you all laughing.” His face is flushing slightly.

“It is ok.” I smile gently at him to let him know I am not annoyed. “I think for living thousands of miles apart, we are close. We just talk often and as many video calls as we can, too. They send me messages on their iPads every day. It is nice. I love when I get them.” I say as he replaces the frames where they were.

“It is good you are so close.” he smiles. “Plus, their British accents are so cute!”

“Just wait until you meet them! They are even cuter!” I giggle.

“You would want me to meet them?” He sounds surprised.

“I mean, only if you wanted to. Obviously, you aren’t obligated to meet anyone from my family.” It comes out in a jumble of words, but it doesn’t seem to faze him as he continues to smile at me.

“I would love to meet your family.” He says. My eyes widen a little as this and I can only stare at him. “I know your parents think Seonghwa is your boyfriend so obviously if I were to meet them it wouldn’t be in that capacity and I am ok with that.” 

“Would you like to meet them in a boyfriend capacity?” I hear myself ask him. It wasn’t a question that was on my mind before, so it just pops out.

“I mean...” His hand scratches the back of his head as his eyes dart around the room. “I am ok with just being a friend.”

He leans forwards and just as he is about to kiss me, he quickly diverts his lips to my forehead. His words ‘just being a friend’ echo in my head and it makes me suddenly second guess my relationship with him.

“Lets watch the show. I don’t want the ice cream to melt.” I say, trying to change the conversation and get those words out of my head before I start to overthink and doubt myself even more.

“Then we will start with the ice cream.” he says as we sit on my bed

I set up the show as he opens the tub of ice cream and we settled into the pillows behind us that were resting on the headboard. There is a clear gap between us, because I am unsure now. San digs his spoon into the ice cream before putting it to my mouth. 

“The cutest person in the room gets the first taste.” He smiles as I swallow it.

“Then shouldn’t you be feeding it to yourself?” I say as he moves closer to me.

“No one is as cute as you.” he replies, his finger taps the tip of my nose

I feel a small flutter inside my stomach at the way he is looking at me right now. How the fairy lights behind us are making his brown eyes sparkle. I force myself to look away and back at the tv as the opening song begins.

“I want to go to that amusement park! It looks amazing all lit up like that!” I say.

“I will take you somewhere like that one day.” San says, feeding me more ice cream.

We continue to watch as we eat the ice cream and all the snacks and by the time the episode has finished, so has all the food and we are sitting even closer to one another. During the episode, I felt his hands move my legs on top of his. His hands hold on to them, delicately moving his hands up and down every so often.

“That was a great episode.” San says, “Do you believe in magic?” he imitates the magician

“Annara sumanara!” I reply as we both laugh.

His hand moves higher up my leg as we look at one another. There is a bit of a silence between us as we smile at one another.

“Well... it is getting late.” he says, looking into my eyes. “I should let you get to sleep. You need a full rest for your walk tomorrow morning.” 

“You can stay here tonight. If… if you want to.” I say nervously 

I really don’t want our time together to end and I feel 100% comfortable with him being here with me. However, I don’t want to rush him.

“I do.” he replies quickly. “I just need to go brush my teeth.”

“Cool.” I smile, relief flooding me

“I’ll be quick, I promise.” He smiles back at me.

As San leaves my room, I clear off the bed, brush my teeth, switch off most of the fairy lights, only leaving the ones behind my bed as I like to sleep with them on. I pull back the covers and get into bed just as I hear a knock at the door as San slowly comes in. I can feel a small bubble of nerves inside me as he gets into my bed. San pulls the covers over us as we lay side by side, facing one another.

“Your bed is so comfortable.” He chuckles, burrowing down into it.

“It is!” I reply as he pulls me into his arms.

“Is this ok?” he asks

“More than ok.” I smile. “You are very cuddly.”

“So are you, sunshine.” He says as I feel his hands press against my back.

“I like when you call me that.” I sigh happily, nuzzling into his neck. “Why ‘sunshine’ though?”

“Because you are like a ray of sunshine to me. It is cheesy, I know, and I never meant for it to be a nickname for you. The first time it just slipped out and when you didn’t seem weirded out by it the second time I said it, it just became natural to say it to you.” he replies.

“It isn’t cheesy at all. I really like it.” I say. “This is nice.” I add, moving my leg to rest on top of his.

“It is.” he replies, kissing my forehead 

“I can switch off the fairy lights if they are bothering you.”

“Don’t. They are nice.” He replies. “It makes you look even more beautiful than you already are.” 

“San…” I sigh softly 

“I know, I know you don’t like compliments, but I cannot not say what I am thinking. Especially for you.” He replies, his hand stroking my face.

We look at one another for a few moments as his hand moves to my neck. My eyes fall to his lips briefly and back to his eyes. The soft glow of the lights above our heads highlighting his stunning features and his brown eyes.

I gasp lightly as his head moves, his lips pressing against mine for a few seconds. He pulls back to look at me, his eyes searching mine. As if he is looking for any signs of hesitation or rejection from me.

“Was that ok?” He asks softly 

“Yes.” I nod and move forward to kiss him again.

The kiss slowly grows into something more. His earlier words disappearing with every movement of his lips against mine. A heat rising between us, I throw caution to the wind and move my hand down his body to his lower stomach. I hesitate for a second until I feel his hips roll and I slip my hand underneath the material of his pyjama bottoms. Unintentionally, it also goes under his boxer shorts too, but I go with it. 

I want to gauge his reaction before I touch him, so I move my hand to his hip and squeeze it. His kisses become more needy at this action. His hands grip onto my waist harder, causing my hand to move further down. My fingers brush along the base of his cock, his hips roll against me again.

“You are such a tease.” He moans 

“Sorry, I am not trying to be.” I say as he kisses down my jaw.

“We can slow down if you feel we are going too fast.” he says, pulling his lips away from my skin

“I don’t want to slow down San.” I reply, taking my hand out his boxers but keeping it on his waistline so there is still a physical connection between us. “You’ve worked so hard this past week and I’ve seen how exhausted you have been every night. How far you have pushed yourself physically with each performance. I have watched your fancams, and you looked like you were going to pass out at one point. I was so scared watching it.”

“I was fine, don’t worry!” He smiles at me

“I worry about all of you, but especially seeing how you have pushed yourself.” I place a kiss on his lips, resting my forehead against his. “I just want to make you feel good tonight, though. I also don’t want to rush you either, if you aren’t ready for this part.”

“Luna, look at how fucking hard I am. I am more than ready, but only if you are as well.” He says.

I don’t need to look to know, as I can feel it pressed against my thigh. I decide to be honest with him about what I want tonight. “I want it to be about only you tonight, not me.” I slide my hand back into his boxer shorts 

“You don’t want me to… touch you?” He asks, his head dropping back into the pillow as my fingers wrap around the base of his cock 

“I do San. You have no idea how much I would love for you to touch me.” I giggle, kissing his exposed neck. “But another night, because tonight I want it to be all about you.”

“I’ve never had a woman say that to me before. It is usually the other way around. They want me to make them feel good. It is what I can do for them.” He replies and I can see even from the glow of the fairy lights he is blushing. “I don’t want you to think I am selfish in bed, though, because I am not.” I let my fingers grasp around him slightly firmer, causing his eyes to close and a small hiss to escape him. “Oh, fuck.” He gasps.

“I never would. It is me wanting to do this. Will you let me?” I kiss his neck again, my hand moving to the tip of his cock and rolling over the top. I can already feel some precum leaking, so I swipe my thumb over his head, causing a sharp intake a breath from San.

“I will not say no to that offer...” he grins before moaning once more at my hand movements “…but I also don’t think I will be able to keep my hands off you.”

“I won’t object if you want to feel me up.” I say, pushing him onto his back. “But tonight is about you.” 

I position myself over him, my knees on either side of his thighs, as I lean down to kiss him. His hands immediately grab onto my ass. The kiss is heated from the start as his tongue enters my mouth. I take my hand out of his boxers and manoeuvre myself so I can pull at his pyjama bottoms and boxers. San lifts his hips and helps to fully remove them, sliding them down his legs using his feet as my hands pull off his t-shirt. I can’t help but place kisses over his chest as I stroke him, his body reacting instantly.

“That feel good?” I ask him sitting upright, resting on his thighs.

“Y-Yes.” San whines

I set a steady pace with my hand, pumping his cock as he lies underneath me, panting quietly, the odd curse falling from his lips. I focus my eyes on his face, watching every expression he is making as I try to learn what he likes and what he doesn’t. His hands that were gripping onto my thighs moving under my sleep shirt, making their way to my breasts. 

I lean down once more, so my lips are ghosting his. He lifts his head to connect them, but I pull back just far enough so they are still close but not touching. His eyebrows furrow and he pouts at me at the lack of contact.

“S-sunshine…. please…” his little whines are beautiful to me

“What does my Sannie want?” 

“K-kiss me.” 

There is something about hearing him beg me that turns me on and gives me a boost of confidence, too. I have never been this assertive so quickly. I tilt my head to give San what he wants. His kisses are needy and addictive, too. I have to force myself to pull away from him and remind myself what I wanted. “Baby… can I use my mouth on you?” 

This question causes his entire body to react, his finger tips dig into my thighs as he nods frantically. Without stopping my strokes, I move off him and settle down on the bed. My mouth is literally watering looking at his cock in my small hand. I collect some of the saliva, letting it drip out of my mouth and over his tip.

“So fucking hot!” San moans, his eyes fixated on me

I give him a wink and a smirk before I lick a strip from the underside of his cock until I am at the tip, putting it in my mouth.

“Oh shit… your mouth.. fuck..” he pants louder as my tongue swirls around his tip. 

I already know I can’t take him fully in my mouth as it has been too long since I last did this but I am determined to make him feel good and have him come. What I can’t fit in my mouth, I stroke with my hand.

“Oh fuck.. not going to last long.” He pants as I continue to move my hand on him and suck on his tip. With my free hand I softly play with his balls and it is like flipping a switch.

“Luna, gonna come.” 

I take my mouth off him. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Can I?” He asks and I don’t answer. I can tell from his desperate eyes looking at me and whimpers that he does. 

I continue my actions, hollowing my cheeks as much as I can, taking a bit more of him inside my mouth and his hand suddenly grasps onto my head, his fingers wrapping around my hair. He isn’t being rough, but it turns me on, especially when his hips thrust towards me. I begin to suck harder and within seconds his body twitches, deep groans coming from him and I feel the hot liquid shoot into my mouth. A little more powerful than I was expecting, causing me to gag slightly as I pull back from him, swallow quickly so I didn’t spit it out as I cough. More cum pours out of his slit, leaking down his cock. Without thinking, I lean down and clean it with my tongue. He tastes amazing.

“Holy shit… that was… fuck!” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Come here.” His hands reach for my face, pulling me up to kiss him. His tongue mixing with mine, his throat making beautiful little moans.

“Was that ok?” I ask. Now that it is over, I am suddenly feeling really self-conscious. Was I too much? Did I go too far? It usually takes a while to get that demanding in bed.

“That was the best head I’ve ever had.” He places little kisses on my lips.

“It wasn’t even a proper blowjob.” Surprised at his response, especially since I couldn’t take him fully into my mouth.

“Well, if that wasn’t a proper one, then you will need to give me a warning before you give a proper one, because that was so fucking hot. I have never come that hard… ever.” He smirks at me. “Were you ok though? You were coughing. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No.” I smile at him. “You weren’t. I just was a little shocked. It went straight to the back of my throat and I gagged a little. More from surprise, though.” My hands stroke his sweaty hair. “It has been a while since I’ve done that with someone and I couldn’t really take you fully in.” I confess. “I will be able to soon, though.”

“You don’t need to force yourself to do something you aren’t ready for” The way he is looking at me right now is different. His eyes are filled with affection. “ You were amazing, honestly.” 

“I’ll be back in a second. Stay here.” I kiss him before rolling out of bed and going into my bathroom.

As I wet a washcloth with warm water, I can still taste him on my lips. I’ve never tasted something so nice before. It was hard to describe how he tasted. All I knew was I liked it and that I would want more. I rinse out the excess water from the washcloth, grab a towel and go back into my bedroom to see San hasn’t moved. He is still sprawled on my bed, but his eyes are now heavy. Trying not to disturb him too much, I clean him up as he looks up at me. 

“It should be me taking care of you.” His voice is low, I can hear how tired he is.

“Another night you can.” I smile down at him as I lift his discarded bottoms from the floor.

He takes them from my hand before I take things back to the bathroom, rinsing the washcloth and putting it in the laundry basket along with the towel. I rinse my mouth with some mouthwash before leaving the bathroom. 

From the glow of the fairy lights, I can see San has put his boxers on, his eyes closed, and arm outstretched on my side of the bed as if he made room for me. I crawl into the space beside him to find he is asleep already. I kiss his cheek, whispering ‘good night’ even though I know he can’t hear me and cuddle into his bare chest. The warmth of his body and his steady breaths lull me into a sound sleep with only the sounds of muffled footsteps upstairs in the background.

[jordie-gvf]

boom babies, josh

fluffy josh fic ahead loves! i loved writing this one ngl!

word count : 1.4k+

warnings : not any i can think of except pregnancy and childbirth

reblogs are appreciated! constructive criticism is appreciated!

Before Josh went to the studio this morning, you had been complaining about back pain. Josh had told you this morning that he would have stayed home to make sure you were okay. You shoved him off to the studio and called Jita to come over to hang out with you all day.

Josh always says, “my baby making queen should not be doing housework”, but what he did not know wouldn't hurt him. You washed the dishes, cleaned the counters, mopped the floor, and vacuumed. Jita was telling you to stop, that it was too strenuous on the babies.

You were doing laundry when you started getting more back pain. When you put Josh's socks into the washer, you felt an extremely sharp pain in your abdomen. Jita had come to you and asked, “Y/N. What's wrong?” You felt something trickle down your legs. No, it's not supposed to happen yet. “Jita. My water just broke. It's not supposed to happen now.” You started to cry out, it's not supposed to happen now. 

Jita loaded everything in the car and came back into the house and walked you out to the car. You looked at her and told her, “call Josh and tell him. Please call him.” She looked at you and said, “I called him three times already. Him and Jake wont answer. We have to get you to the hospital.”

When you got to the hospital, you were checked in and put on the labor and delivery floor. They checked for dilation and you were 3 centimeters. The obstetrician asked you when your water broke. You told her, around an hour ago, she looked at you and said, “Your water broke an hour ago, and you're already 3 centimeters dilated? Girl, what were you doing?” she laughed and told you everything would be alright. 

You started to call Josh, telling him on a voicemail to pick up the damn phone, that his bundles of joy were coming. Your mom and sister showed up in your room. Jita drove to the studio to go tell Josh what was happening.

Josh's POV:

The boys and I were recording a new song. We took a break and I went to get some tea for my throat. I saw Y/N’s car show up in the parking lot. I saw Jita running out of the car. She ran up to me and told me, “Y/N’s in labor! You need to go now!” I looked at her and said, “But she's only 37 weeks? She can't go into labor this early.” Jita looked at me and said, “if you don't hurry, she is going to deliver your children without you. GO!” I ran out to the studio parking lot.

Y/N’s POV:

You had your sister's hand as the Obstetrician walked in and told you someone was here to see you. Josh had walked in, out of breath and red. He looked at you and said, “What the hell were you doing that caused your water to break?” You looked at him and said, “housework.” He looked at you with a stern look on his face. “Ladybug, you know you can't do that.” 

You had been tired of the peanut shaped yoga ball in between your legs. Josh convinced you it would “dilate you further.” The doctor came in to check dilation. You were 10 centimeters dilated. It was baby time. 

Josh had gotten behind you in the bed to hold your legs while you pushed. “Alright Y/N. Are you ready to be a mommy?” ,the doctor asked you. You nodded your head and Josh kissed your head, “You can do this mama.” 

You were pushing for two hours. First was your son, Sage Kelly Kiszka. Then, your daughter, Gardenia James Kiszka. You looked at your babies and smiled. Sage had fallen asleep on Josh's chest. “Look at him, he sleeps like you.” you told Josh. He looked over at Gardenia, who was asleep on your chest, he said, “Look at my little girl. She opened her eyes when I held her, she's already a daddy's girl. When can we bring them home?” You looked at him and told him, “I don't know if we are going to be bringing them home today. They have to do tests.” He frowned and held Sage closer to him. One of your amazing nurses came in and said, “Dad, it's time for skin to skin with the babies.” He looked so excited to hold his children so close to him. He took off his shirt and the nurse told him how to position his arms. She put Gardenia in his arms first and she opened her eyes and looked at him. He looked at his daughter and said, “You have your mama's eyes.” She then handed over Sage and he curled up closer to Josh. He looked at you and said, “We made babies.” and smiled

It had been two weeks since you had given birth. You still weren't completely healed, but you were getting there. It was time for the Kiszka-Wagner family to meet your babies. Jake and Jita had already seen them, considering Jake was his twin brother and Jita was your best friend. Sam was a little butthurt that his older brother got to meet his niece and nephew first, but he eventually got over it. 

Sam, Danny, and Ronnie had arrived at you and Josh's home, carrying a huge bag of stuff. You opened the door and Ronnie looked at you and said, “You do not look like you had two babies.” You laughed and welcomed them in with open arms. You looked at the bag in Sam's hand and asked, “What's that for?” He looked at you and said, “Two words Y/N. Sage and Gardenia.” You looked at him and smiled. Danny walked in last and gave you the biggest hug. “Looking good Mama.” and winked. Josh came up to you two and said, “Trying to steal my girl, Wagner?” and laughed, giving Danny a hug.

Next to arrive was Karen, Kelly, Lori, Dan, and Josie. The whole family was there. Your family had already met them. Kelly was unaware of what Sage’s middle name was and Josh was going to tell him today. Jake had Sage in his arms as he was sleeping and Karen had Gardenia. Lori, Dan, andJosie walked over to you and Josh and gave you both big hugs. You were so grateful for your second family, you loved them and they loved you.

Karen came over and said, “They both look so much like how Josh looked when he was born. All that hair and the eyes.” Karen had always asked you and Josh when you were having kids. You told her you were pregnant on her birthday, over lunch. She found out you were having twins on her own. 

Everyone had brought gifts for them, you were so overwhelmed with joy. Josh had whispered to you that he was ready to tell his dad the news. Josh had stood up and told everyone that he had something to announce. He grabbed them and said, “This is Gardenia James Kiszka.” He handed Gardenia to you and then brought Sage over to his father. “And this is Sage Kelly Kiskza.” His father looked up at him with delight. Karen started to get teary eyed. She got up and hugged Josh and came over to you and said, “Thank you. This could never top anything. He will cherish this moment, this is his greatest gift.” You looked at her and smiled. Gardenia had started to move around in your arms and you knew it was time for her lunch. You told Josh you would be in the nursery, giving him time with him and his family. You walked up to Kelly and frowned, “Sadly, it's lunch time for these two. I'll bring him back after they're done.” He smiled at you and said, “Can I burp him after? It's been so long since I've done this, it would be nice to do it again.” You smiled and said, “Of course you can.”

You were in the neutrally decorated nursery with the curtains closed, it was so nice and cozy for you and your babies. You looked down at your beautiful baby girl and thought, just like her dad, always on the tit. You laughed as Josh walked in and said, “Jake wants to know if he can hold Gardenia, he's the last one. He wanted everyone to be able to hold them before he could.” You told him, “Of course he can.” Josh came over to you and looked down at his babies. He said, “You know, Sage is going to hold it over her head that he's older. I did that with Jake.” You responded with, “I expected nothing less.” and kissed him.

You were truly exhilarated to have a growing family.

[pbandjesse]

Today is labor day! And it feels thematically appropriate to finally. Finally. Tell Tumblr the secret I have been holding from the Internet for a month. I am 11 weeks pregnant! And today we finally got to tell my family. So I can also finally tell all of you. It has been incredibly hard to write my posts since July 31st when I first found out. And there are other versions of my posts I had written. So I will have to go back and edit those back. It wasn't all of the days but there is a good handful from the beginning of August!! It has been so hard to not say anything! It's why I've been so sick!

I was so nervous to tell my parents. How would they react?? Would i get the emotional excitement I hoped for?? It's basically all I wanted to talk about yesterday. And thankfully when I got home last night I was able to shower and settle and I was able to sleep pretty well, despite the nerves.

I had brought two flower arrangements home from the wedding. One for me and one for my parents. I was smart and dumped the water from the vases but would fill them up for the overnight. And in the morning they still looked great.

I woke up at 8. With the plan for us to leave at 830. James was making crepes and they looked so cute in their Uganda soccer kit. And I really love my denim dress. I felt good. I was nervous but I didn't feel sick. And I really hoped I could keep that going. Ride that wave as long as I could.

Right before we left I noticed one of my frogs was dead. Covered in snails. And I was so sad. So I think I have no frogs anymore. And it just bums me out so bad. I am just going to have to completely start my tank over. I can't get the snails to stop. It's ruined my tanks environment and it just sucks so bad. James would handle getting my baby frog out and buried. I was just really sad. But I tried to not let it ruin my day. We had a big thing to do.

I went out to the car to move stuff around so there would be room for us to bring our laundry with us to my parents. And soon we were on the road.

I brought a pillow and that made me more comfortable. I never fell asleep but I enjoyed resting and we listened to a podcast and it was not a bad drive at all. We wouldn't have to deal with any traffic and we got to my parents at 1030.

We didn't discuss between, me and James, how we were going to tell them. We had packed a little gift bag, with the ultra sound from my last appointment (remember when I went to see that 'specialist'?) and James picked a fig from the tree to bring with us. I packed it like a gift. And when we got to the house we put the flowers and the gift bag in the kitchen table and just didn't mention it. I would have to decide on the right time.

The dogs didn't bark when we came in. It was like they were so excited they were basically honking??? Mom would come out and was very surprised. But I was so happy to see her.

Dad was still getting ready for the day. So I would have to wait.

We would chill in the living room. And talked about life and just catching up. It was hard to redirect the conversation when Mom would talk about me feeling sick, but also when she brought up our planned Scotland trip. The problem being my expected due date is two weeks before the trip. So I was pretty sure we were going to have to reschedule that. Which makes me a little sad but I knew she would understand.

I went to bother Dad and tell him to hurry up and join us. And soon he would. But I wouldn't tell them yet still.

Around 1130 mom asked if we wanted to order pizza. I had had my two crepes in the car but I absolutely wanted pizza now. I love the pizza place near them. So we would order pizza and James got a cheese steak and mom got a quesadilla.

While we waited for the food to be delivered, mom brought up Scotland again. And I decided it was the right time. I honestly wish I got it on video because she had such an amazing reaction. I told James to get the gift bag and mom was like. Why do I get a gift?? And I'm like well it's kind of a thing for both of you.

She brought out the framed ultrasound first. And she literally stopped mid sentence and goes. No??? You're fucking joking?? Jesse??!! You're joking?? And I go right into explaining, this is why I've been sick. And she ran over to me to give me a hug. And dad is like ??? What is happening, Sharon stop cursing!!! And mom hasn't shown him the frame yet and he wasn't getting it. But we finally hand it to him and he gets it and he go no!! Omg!! And they were both so excited. She claims she didn't cry but I saw the teary eyes. She was so excited. Dad was so excited.

Then I explained the fig. And dad goes. Wow. My grandchild, as he holds it up. And then I explain the whole story. When we were on the cruise I was nauseous. Jess's parents kept saying I was pregnant. I didn't want to take a test until August 1st, despite missing two persons. But when I got off the cruise and was still nauseous I spoke to the camp nurse and she convinced me to take a pregnancy test on July 31. And that evening I did and it was immediate. "PREGNANT". And then I told James. And we high fived. And then the next day we told Charlotte because she was leaving for Spain. On August 2nd I made an appointment for an obgyn but I let them know I had been sick but also I was spotting and they said I needed to go to the ER. So I had to tell Alexi and Heather and Elizabeth because I had to leave camp.

And when I got the the er I got fluids and they confirmed the pregnancy but I also got an ultrasound. Based on my last missed period they thought I might be 10 weeks but I was actually more like 6/7. And I got to see it early. It didn't look like much but I got to see it! And I drew a pictuee of it to show James later.

And then in the ten days between the ER and the OB-GYN appointment I lost 10lbs from being sick. And the midwife was so nice and James got to see them and they still didn't look like much but we got to see their heartbeat. And now I have my next appointment tomorrow. And I'm so nervous because anything and everything can go wrong. And I can't see them because my belly isn't see through so I just have to believe they are growing safely. And I really hope we get to see them tomorrow but I don't actually know if we will because I don't know how often you get ultrasounds. I want to see them every time though, only seems fair.

But they were just so excited. And when the door bell rang with our friends it took everything in mon not to just tell the pizza man that her daughter was pregnant. But it was the main point of conversation for the rest of the day.

Lunch was great. I actually ate 4 pieces of pizza! And I would actually feel pretty well through around 230. We would talk about the research and reading we have done to get ready. The book I'm reading. Things we have learned. Mom told us about her experiences and James finished the laundry between topics. It was just so nice. It was so nice to be able to talk about everything. About the scary things. About me accidently ripping my boobie skin off with kinesiology tape. About how I have had all my eggs since I was a baby inside of Mom. So this baby has always been with us, our whole lives. And it makes me just a little emotional to think about.

And like I am still scared. It could not be growing. It could not be growing correctly

It could be missing organs, or a skull. It could be perfect and then die at the end. Or it can be totally fine and I can come home with a new little person. That looks like me and James. The person I love so much.

And I just have to believe that no matter what happens I will be okay, and it will all work out how it's supposed to. Just how I have always believed.

And James got to talk about their excitement too. They are a little more focused on my health. They are just so worried about me being so sick. But they are also such an amazing support. And I love them so much.

I started feeling not amazing. And we had one more stop at Xavier and Kaitlyn's house. So at 3 we would give hugs all around. Mom and me had gone down to the basement and she gave me a nice new basket and a bunch of pencils for camp. And we got all of that in the car. And said goodbye. It was exciting that we got to give them something to be excited about. I love them so very much.

We left there and headed to our friends. They are about 40 minutes from my parents. And it was really nice to see them. They are expecting as well, and she's only a few weeks behind me! How crazy!! We talked about our different experiences. She said her mom was barely sick and that's been her experience so far, while my mom was sick the whole time and that's my experience too. Rough. But I enjoyed hanging out. They brought us a few little Pokemon things from Japan. And we just talked and caught up and spent an hour and a half there. It was fun.

But I was losing steam. So it was time to go. We said goodbye and headed not. See them soon!!

We would stop at Wawa on the way home. We got drinks and snacks. I got a small hoagie. And it did help me feel a little better. But the drive home would be a bit tough on us

Not much traffic, but our cord wasn't charging right. My phone would get down to 2%. And people were driving terrible. James couldn't stop sneezing. And the sun was so strong and directly in our faces. We couldn't block it no matter what we tried. So it was not a super fun trip back. But we were fine. And we would finally get home at 7.

We got everything inside. And I was just like. I gotta go lay down. James would put our clothes away. And we would just enjoy hanging out and doing our own thing in our bedroom. James worked on writing. I watched videos and scrolled. It was calm.

Eventually I took a bath. I have so many blasters on my feet from last night so the I put in the water hurt but I am sure it helped. And now we are in bed. And I am so ready to sleep. There was so much emotionally charged moments today. Like in the best way but man. I am exhausted.

And tomorrow we get to go to the OB-GYN again. This time we get to meet Dr Hoffman. Of Hoffman and associates! Which is the name of the practice. I get to have appointments with all the drs and midwives so we get to know everyone. I think it's smart. But also a little nerve wracking. You never in now what they are going to tell you. I just hope it's all good news you know?

But now it's time to sleep. I hope you all sleep great. I love you all so much. I will start editing the redacted posts and when I finish that (probably Thursday) I will make a post with the dates of the changes posts! If you want to go back and read them.

Goodnight everyone. Have fun tomorrow!!

[kitweewoos]

Kinda craving a rhodestead fanfic where Will is obsessed with ✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️. Well... not OBSESSED. Just want a possibly autistic Will that likes his rocks.

✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️...

✨️r𝚘c𝚔s✨️

Byeeee

Connor didn't know what to expect when he started dating Will Halstead. The man had been an enigma since they met, hot and cold, leaning in and pulling away. It was insane, but somehow, so alluring that Connor wanted more. So when he stepped into Will's apartment after a date one night, he wasn't sure what to prepare for. At work, he was clean and neat, his locker always in order, his scrubs never out of place. That either meant Will at home was a complete slob with dishes piled up in his sink and laundry left in the middle of the room, or that neatness followed him home and he kept everything straight and clean. It was a nice mix, though, with a coffee mug on the counter from the morning waiting to get washed with the rest of the day's dishes, but his bookshelves were organized and attractive to look at. The thing that caught Connor's eye was the shelf devoid of books, and replaced with neatly displayed rocks.

"You secretly a geologist in your spare time?" he asked, unable to help himself.

"What? Oh! No, I'm just -" he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "I've collected them ever since I was young. It was a thing my mom and I did when I was upset, I guess, and couldn't look at anyone. I'd focus on the rocks, and would identify all of them, and what information I could get from where they came from and how they were formed. I've always wanted to be a doctor, you know, but this - this is how I handle everything hard in life, by categorizing and sorting my collection. Is that weird?"

"No, it's not weird. It's cute, actually. I'm glad you have a coping technique that your mom taught you, that it helps. We can find some rocks to keep at my place if you want."

"Really?"

"Really. Anything to help you, okay? I want to make you as comfortable as possible in a new space."

"You're really good with my autism."

"It's not just about your autism. It's about you. I'd do anything to make you feel like you belong here, autism or no. So, you, and your rocks, all of it, that's what I care about."

Will smiled and kicked his feet a little.

"Can I show you?"

"Yeah!" Connor said with a bounce in his voice he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. "Yeah! Absolutely, show me what you got, Halstead."

[ao3]

[thx-sunsxts-addrxss]

Only Idiots Catch Colds In Summer ~ aruden

It was literally 9 in the morning. On a summer day. And Aru Shah was awake.

I know I know. Who died, right?

Well, for one. She was 19 and a college student, so she unfortunately turned into an early bird. And two, something you guys never would have guessed.

Aiden Acharya, the man of health, is sick!

"What did you do?" Aru spoke into the phone. "You know, only idiots catch colds in summer"

"Maybe it's better since I caught a fever instead"

"Do you need me to come or what?" Aru asked, already getting up and changing. She wasn't about to take no for an answer.

"You're not gonna accept a no"

"Yep. I'm coming. Is your mom home or no?"

"No. She won't be home for another 5 days. Wait, you know that"

"Just testing your memory" Aru's mom and his mom had gone on a trip to LA because 'memories'? Whatever that meant. 

They cut the call and Aru walked over to his house. She texted, 'im coming in ok' and walked in with the spare key.

As usual, the homely smell of spice and fresh laundry welcomed her into the house.

She ran up the stairs and knocked softly on his door. "Could I come in?"

"Come..cough..in" He replied. She opened the door and walked in. The trash can was near his bed and was filled halfway with tissues.

Aru pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. "Are you fine?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" Aiden snarked, pausing to cough. "I'm not bedridden or anything, with a pile of tissues next to me"

Aru fixed him with a 'seriously?' look. "I guess I'll leave then, Mr. Perfectly Fine"

"No wait" Aiden laugh-coughed as she turned around. He pulled her back.

"And I thought I was the sarcastic one" Aru rolled her eyes. "Someone came to your house to take care of you, and this is what you say?"

"I'm sorry. No, I'm not fine"

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Aru smirked and walked away. "Suck it up, buttercup"

"Wait no, you wouldn't do this" Aiden called from behind her. "Sha-hhhhhhh"

"Where's your kettle? I'll get hot water" 

Aiden sighed in relief. And then he thought for a moment. "Dont kill me. I don't remember"

"How don't you remember?" She cried out.

"My mind is like, really foggy right now" He responded, clutching his head.

"Is it in the kitchen?"

"Yeah"

Aru walked downstairs. She looked around, but no sign of a kettle.

She called Malini. "Hello?"

"Aru? What's wrong?"

"Sorry to interrupt your vacation" She started. "Could I know where your kettle is? Your son is sick"

"In the summer? What did he do now? Or is it the change in seasons?"

"Probably"

"Well, unfortunately darling, I took the kettle with me" Malini spoke regretfully into the phone.

"Oh. Alright."

"What you can do however, is make some chamomile tea. I have some chamomile flowers for that in the fridge. Instead of using the kettle, you can-"

"Um, I'm really sorry. Could you give me one second? Then repeat?"

"Of course, dear."

Aru took out the packets. "Okay. Instead of the kettle...?"

"Take a double boiler, fill it halfway with water. Drop chamomile flowers, perfectly dry, into the water. Let it infuse for 3 minutes. Then strain it, and that's it"

"Okay, got it. Thank you so much!" Aru thanked and cut the call.

She made the tea and heard footsteps behind her. Now the logical part of her brain knew it was probably Aiden. Or some serial killer that broke into the house.

Say, did she lock the door after coming in?

Anyway, the many years of Otherworldly training made the rest of her mind overrule the logic. She turned around, hot spoon in hand (from the steaming hot tea) and pointed at the culprit.

Yeah, so, surprise surprise , the logical part of her brain was correct.

In the Aiden part, not the serial killer part. (Thankfully)

He threw up his hands, and said, "If you ask me to be silent, that's not gonna be possible because I'm literally coughing every 3 seconds"

"Sorry" She lowered the spoon. "Anyway, thank your mom when she gets back. She answered the call, literally taught a terrible cook of a 19 year old girl how to make chamomile tea and was patient about it on vacay. Literally" 

She gestured to the cup. "Take that. Do whatever"

Aiden grinned at the cup. "You? Making something? Without the house burning down?"

"Sir" Aru looked him dead in the eyes. "I have no idea if your fever is making you act up and be all sarcastic with me lately but I will not be having that. I literally woke up at 9 in the morning to take care of you, you sick piece of shit"

Aiden smiled at her. Her eyebrows scrunched up. "What?"

"Sorry. I'm so in love with you right now"

She covered up her face with her hand and turned away. "I. I just. Absolutely disgusting. No thanks"

"Oh come on. It's just affection"

"You know what effect that has on me"

Aru could practically see him smirking as he said, "The affection or me?"

Aru promptly turned and walked away, Vajra's electricity moving up and down her arm. Aiden laughed and called, "Don't make me pull you back, I'll get you sick too"

She still walked into the living room and sat on a chair. 

"You sit there" She pointed to a chair far away from her. "Mini would kill me if I got sick from you"

"Truth" He responded, drinking the tea.

After drinking the tea, just like a child, Aiden Acharya went up to his room and passed out on his bed.

"What a baby" Aru smiled and shook her head after checking up on him. She got up to leave before her hand, only two of her fingers, were grabbed. She turned back to see him clutching those two fingers, still asleep.

"You really are a child huh" She said softly, careful not to wake him up. He moved his head slightly, and squeezed the fingers a bit tighter, before moving his hand up a bit to fully grasp hers.

Aru's heart had almost melted at the sight. Keyword, almost. But it definitely melted when he pulled her hand down and had hugged it. 

She sat down and accidentally fell asleep on his bedside drawer.

And yes, 3 days later, Aru Shah, the woman of health from a few days ago, was bedridden, unable to lift a finger.

"Only idiots catch colds in the summer, huh" Aiden handed her some hot water.

"Shut. Up" Aru groaned. "I fucking healed you, dammit"

"Language"

"No"

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 50 - Telling HR (The H Stands for Hilary)

Oh. Word spreads fast, I guess. They should probably tell Xander's family before they hear it from someone else.

You know these two love their shower woohoo!

Well, apparently Ophelia takes her phone into the shower with her, because Becca calls her with a very urgent question. Of course she tells her to say yes!

Talk about multitasking!

Newly discovered neat freak Xander helps Ophelia out with laundry.

Xander: Why do you have your initials on all your clothes labels? What are you, ten? Ophelia: I used to do my laundry at a laundromat and I didn't want to accidentally take someone else's panties home. Sue me!

Ophelia: Now that things are official, we should probably tell Hilary and Hector, right?

Xander: Definitely.

Ophelia: It's going to be weird to look my boss in the eye and tell her I'm dating her brother.

Hilary is managing the restaurant while their parents are away but she can make time for her baby brother.

Hilary: Alexander, what a surprise! You don’t have a shift today. And Ophelia, hello.

Xander: Hey, Hil. Can we talk?

Hilary: Sure. Is it work-related?

Xander: Sort of.

Ophelia can’t help but feel awkward. This is not only her boss, but her boyfriend’s sister. She doesn’t know how to say it.

Ophelia: Xander and I have started seeing each other. Romantically. Like, as a couple. That date.

Xander: Smooth, babe.

Hilary takes a second and nods.

Hilary: I see. Thank you for letting me know. Obviously Hector and I don’t discourage workplace relationships, as it’d be a bit hypocritical. I trust you both to keep things professional.

Ophelia: Of course. Thank you.

Hilary: Okay, that was my reaction as your boss. Now, Xander, as your sister, let me just say I’m thrilled for you two. I’m happy you found someone good for you. Come here.

It’s kind of weird getting a hug from your boss, but Hilary actually gives great hugs.

Xander: You don’t seem that surprised.

Hilary: That’s because I’m not, Alexander, I was just trying to be polite.

Xander: So you knew?

Hilary: I figured you were seeing someone, since our parents say you’ve been spending the night elsewhere half the time.

Ophelia: Oh. But you didn’t know it was me?

Hilary: Not until I was helping Mom with housework the other day. I was doing Xander’s laundry and found a thong with the initials OL on the tag mixed in. Doesn’t take a detective to crack that case.

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher.

Hilary: Don’t be embarrassed, dear. I was young and in love once too. But now that it’s out in the open…

She turns to her brother.

Hilary: Alexander Amir, stealing a woman’s underwear? You were raised better than that!

Xander: I didn’t! I must have grabbed it by accident!

Hilary: I'll choose to believe that. Oh, Ophelia, we were going to go to the Spice Festival this Friday with Hector and the kids. Would you like to join us?

Ophelia: That sounds fun but I don't want to intrude on family time.

Hilary: Oh, nonsense. We'd love to have you.

Ophelia: Thank you, I'd love to go!

Xander: I know you met the kids already but I can't wait to reintroduce you as my girlfriend. Jace has been asking me since he was a toddler why I'm single. According to him grown-ups are all supposed to be married.

I think Hilary ships it.

Hilary has to go tell the chef to actually cook and not just stand outside on the sidewalk, so she leaves the lovebirds alone.

Xander: Well, that went better than I thought.

Ophelia: Yeah, we really lucked out.

Xander: Looks like the hard part's over.

Ophelia: Yep. So now that we don't have to stress… Haha, you got in trouble, Alexander Amir!

Xander laughs as she blows a raspberry at him.

Xander: I don't want to hear it, Ophelia Marie! You probably snuck that thong into my stuff!

Ophelia: When do you think I can meet your parents?

Xander: I called them this morning and told them because I didn't want to wait, but we can probably have dinner with them the day after they get home. They're going to love you, I just know it.

[batz-surveys]

11.

How many bedrooms does your home have? One. What kind of phone do you have? I have a Samsung Galaxy S8, haha. It's old but it still works pretty good, so I won't be upgrading anytime soon. Have you ever been assaulted? Unfortunately, yes.

What was the last thing that made you feel fortunate? Reading that last question and realizing how lucky and fortunate I am that I got away from my last relationship in one piece, because some women aren't as lucky. It wasn't until I was in my relationship with my now husband, that I realized how badly I was treated and controlled, and was blind to all of it.

Can you hear a lot of traffic noise from your house? Sometimes. We mostly hear the restaurant that's down the road.

Are there any good Thai restaurants where you live? I haven't had Thai in such a long time. The one that I used to go to, before going vegetarian went out of business, so I'm not sure. I don't eat Thai food because I know they use fish sauce in a lot of their recipes and I don't like asking for them to make it special just because I don't eat animals. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? I have. What was the last red thing you ate? Salsa. Do you know anyone in a relationship with someone who’s old enough to be their parent? No. Have you ever found something really interesting at an antique store? We used to have this place called Attic Mall, and it was like, a bunch of little shops in one big warehouse, and I used to love browsing each shop. I'm sure I found loads of interesting stuff over that time period. What brand of laundry detergent do you use? We use Kirkland brand laundry pods. Have you ever driven a Mini Cooper? No. Who was your last voicemail from? It's been so long since I've gotten a voicemail, because I voiced to my family to not leave one unless it's an emergency, haha. But it was probably my mom. Do you have any Italian heritage? I don't think so. Did your longest relationship make it past the 5 year mark? Yes, we've been together for fourteen years, married for four of those this Halloween. (: What time do you usually eat dinner? Around 630pm, sometimes 7pm if I'm cooking. I don't get off of work until six in the evening. Would you ever want a career in the performing arts? I think it would be cool, but I also think I'm too shy and have too much anxiety to be a performer of any kind. I can't even do karaoke with my family without feeling anxious and protesting against it. Do you know any narcissists? I'm starting to think I do. What has been your favorite job you’ve ever had? When I was a nanny, it was really great, but specifically this one girl - I nicknamed her Green Bean - that I cared for. She was such a sweet baby, and as she grew up, she was just so smart and well behaved. Her family was amazing, too. I still keep in contact with all of them. I've never cared for a kid that made that much of an impact on me since. When was the last time you had a power outage from a storm? This past Friday morning, actually. Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? Yes, but not to the extent where law enforcement needed to be involved. Do you ever Skype/Facetime your friends and family? Sometimes my mom will want to use the Google equivalent of those platforms to have a conversation. I can't remember the name of it. Anyway, that's once in a blue moon that we do.   What did you think of the last movie you saw in theaters? The last movie I saw in theaters was the newest Exorcist movie, and I thought it was pretty scary and it was worth seeing. Did you ever set up a lemonade stand when you were a kid? Nah, I never did that. When was the last time you spoke to someone in a different language? Hahaha, a long time ago, when I was in high school and took French, and had an oral exam where I had to only speak French.

[kmoplq]

My Mother’s Café

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x GN!Reader

Synopsis: All of 141 is on leave and you thought you’d relax at your local and favorite café with the nice lady working there. Little did you know McTavish would take her place.

Notes: This was the most random idea ive ever had and the fastest ive ever went up with an idea like that 💀💀

WC:596

Twice a year, unless of injury, all of 141 gets to go on leave. This was 1 out of 2 of those weeks. You laid in bed, wondering what you should do on your time off.

Normally, you’d sleep or only go out for groceries since no one else besides Laswell, from the task force was in America. You didn’t want to disturb her and her wife’s time asking to go out somewhere.

You decided to at least get up and take a shower. After you got home last night, you just striped and went straight to your bed.

While getting undressed, you remembered the café that you’d always visit on your time off. That’s when you decided to go there instead of sleeping the break away.

You got out the shower, dried off, and went to your closet. Since you hadn’t been home for a while, it never crossed your mind to do the laundry. You looked up to the tiny amount of clothes on the white plastic hangers to pick out.

You thought about going to the gym later, so you just threw on your compression shirt and some shorts. You grabbed your keys and phone and headed out the door.

As you pulled up to the café, you noticed the usual long line. The place had very few people come around, reason being why you loved it so much. You turned off your car and walked in.

What you didn’t expect to see is Soap panicking behind the counter with a red apron on and hair threw back into a mohawk ponytail with a scrunchie.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sight almost making you belly laugh in the blaring café. You didn’t realize that you were next in line until you heard Soap clear his throat.

“Hello and welcome to Scottish delights how can i help you today?”

You finally looked up to him. Getting a good glimpse of him made your face warm. His scar down his eye shining in the early morning, almost afternoon.

“I didn’t know you worked another job, McTavish?”

“I don’t. Im here on my mama’s behalf.” “Your mom?” “Yeah, shes out sick. The flu.”

You had to do some mental mathematics in your head to calculate what he meant.

“Like.. Your mom is an employee??”

“No dimwit, she owns the place.”

You had to blink at him for a split second, but your small dick sized brain finally caught on.

“O-“ “Listen hurry up and order and i’ll explain more after my shift, I get off at 6.”

You ordered your usual and waited at a table patiently. You thought about the woman, finally noticing the smile so similar to Soap’s, the body language, the eyes, and most definitely the accent.

You can tell he got most of his traits from her too.

“number 65 with a black tea, 3 sugar cubes, and one cranachan.”

You heard Soap yell, he almost sounded like he was on the field.

Seeing peoples heads and faces turn startled was funny. You got up from your seat and walked over ti the counter.

“Hm, maybe I should meet your mother more personally?”

“Don’t sweat it, she doesn’t like dimwits like you.” “Really? Because every time i’d come here, she seems very fond of me.”

He started turning pink and shoved the bag and cup towards me.

“Just get the hell out and i’ll see you at your place later.” “Ok, seems like a date though. See you later!!”

You took your order and headed out the café towards your car.

IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING BUT UH HERE U GO SS MY APOLOGY 😞😞 (might be a part 2??)

[eriquin]

Cat's in the Cradle, part 8

Steve and Robin drive Dustin home, and get roped into further babysitting.

(master post)

Dustin didn’t complain about Robin getting shotgun on the way home. He thought about doing so for a minute, but then decided that bringing it up would mean talking and he wasn’t feeling up to it. The day had been a mess. High point: the Byers and El were back in town. Low point: trying to explain to Eddie’s uncle that he wasn’t coming back. He knew that giving Mr. Munson the necklace back was the right thing to do, but he also wished that he still had it. Looking at it had helped ease the lump in his throat, and now there was nothing. Maybe pulling his Hellfire shirt out of the laundry would make a difference.

They were nearly back to his house. Robin was fiddling with the radio, trying to find some music instead of a news station reporting on the tragedy that was Hawkins, Indiana. “Steve,” Dustin said. It was quieter than he usually was, and he wasn’t sure if they’d hear him over the radio static, but Robin glanced over her shoulder and quickly shut it off. 

Steve met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, bud?” he asked. “What’s up? We’re almost there.” 

“You really went back?” Dustin asked. Steve had mentioned it in passing this morning. He and Robin had gone back to the trailer park the day before, after the doctors had sewn Steve up and released him from the hospital. Dustin’s mom had taken him straight home, and that really was for the best because he couldn’t do any heavy lifting while his ankle was messed up. 

Robin answered instead of Steve. “Yeah, we did,” she said. She turned around in her seat to look at him. “The army was already there, Dustin. We couldn’t get through.” 

Dustin stared at his hands in his lap. “And the other gates? You tried those?”

“The army was everywhere,” she said. “We tried to go back and find him, Dustin. We just. We couldn’t.” 

“Yeah. I get it,” Dustin mumbled. He felt his voice getting thick again. “I gave his uncle his necklace today. Told him what happened, kind of. That he’s not coming back.” 

Steve still hadn’t said anything. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and turned into Dustin’s driveway. “We’re here,” he said very quietly. “Looks like your mom is home. Do you want us to come in with you?” 

Dustin nodded. “Could you? I... I know I need to explain something to her because if she keeps going on about him being a murderer, I’m going to commit an actual murder.” he said. It made Steve wince and Robin chuckle a little bit. “I just don’t know what to say. I don’t know if she’ll listen to me.” 

Mom was already at the front door, waving for them to come in. She looked a little frantic. “Yeah, okay,” Steve said. “I can talk to her. I’ll figure something out.” 

They got into the living room and kicked their shoes off. Mom gave Dustin a quick once-over, brushing back his hair and asking how his leg was doing. He put up with it, but shot Steve a glance that he hoped conveyed his frustration with being babied. She shooed him off to the bathroom to get washed up for dinner. He hovered just around the corner for a minute as she went to talk to Steve and Robin. This was something she was doing now; giving Steve a rundown of things that she didn’t think Dustin was old enough to hear about. 

“I hate to ask this of you on such short notice, Steve,” she said. “The hospital just called and they need another x-ray tech tonight. You know, when I told them I had experience from my army days, I didn’t think they’d take me up on it, but apparently they’re terribly short handed.”

“What do you need, Mrs. H?” Steve asked. 

“Do you think you could stay with Dustin tonight? Robin too, of course. If she wants. It’s just, I don’t want to leave him alone.” 

“Yeah, of course,” Steve said. “What do you think, Robin?”

“I should probably call my folks and let them know,” she said. “Your phone is working, right?”

Dustin sighed and started limping towards the bathroom to wash his face. If Mom was going to leave right away, Steve wasn’t going to try to talk to her about anything. He could face down an evil psychic madman but would wimp out before having a conversation with his mom. 

But when he came back out of the bathroom, Robin was in the kitchen pulling a casserole out of the oven and Steve and Mom were talking quietly in the living room. “What’s going on?” he asked Robin.

“Your mom is going to help at the hospital, so Steve and I are going to hang out here until she gets back.”

“No, I heard that part,” Dustin said. “I mean, what’s she still doing here?” He braced himself against the kitchen counter and limped towards the living room. After the day he’d had, his ankle was really starting to bother him. 

They were keeping their voices low enough that he couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Steve was doing most of the talking. Mom’s mouth was turned down into a frown but she nodded along. He caught the words 'falsely accused’ and ‘like a brother’ from Steve, though, and he had to turn around and cover his face. 

“He’s actually talking to her,” Dustin said. “I didn’t think he would.” 

Robin started getting the plates out from the cupboard. “Hey, he said he would. He’s... Look, we’re not all going through the same thing right now, but we’re all going through stuff. Steve’s trying to help, but he doesn’t know how. You get that, don’t you?” 

Dustin hobbled over to the dining room table and sat down. “I just... He doesn’t talk about it. Why doesn’t he talk about it?” 

Robin got a sad look on her face and shrugged. “I can’t answer that,” she said. “Just, give him some time.” 

Mom came bustling into the dining room, pulling her coat on. “Dusty, they called me in to volunteer at the hospital,” she said.

“I know, I heard,” he said.

“Steve and Robin are going to stay here for dinner and stay with you until I get back.”

“I know, I heard.” 

She put her hand on the side of his face and gave him a pained look. “I... I know we need to talk. We’ll talk more tomorrow, all right?” She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “And thank you for remembering to feed Tews this morning. I plum forgot.” 

Dustin frowned at this and wiped at his forehead, sure she’d left a lipstick print there. After she’d left, Robin brought him a plate of taco casserole along with her own. Steve served himself some. They sat down at the table next to him and started to eat. Robin said something about being glad it wasn’t peanut butter and jelly, while Steve just poked at it silently. Dustin turned around to look at Tews’ food dish. It still had half a can of food in it. The cat herself was curled up on the living room couch, sleeping. 

He turned back to look at Steve and Robin. Robin swallowed her bite of food and glanced up at him. “What’s up, dude?” she asked. 

“I didn’t feed Tews this morning,” Dustin said. 

Steve and Robin looked at each other, then back at Tews’ dish and drew the same conclusion as he had. “Are you sure?” Robin asked. “Like, could you just be forgetting that you did?” 

“No,” Dustin said. He pulled himself to his feet and limped over to the kitchen counter. “I definitely did not feed her. I would remember leaning over that far, with the way my leg’s acting up. Someone’s been here.” 

“Wait,” Steve said. He got up and walked around Dustin to the back door, checking that it was still locked. “You think someone broke in here and fed your cat?” 

Dustin rolled his eyes at him. “You know how she gets when she’s missed a meal,” he said. “If they were in here, like, bugging the house or something? They probably had to feed her to get her to leave them alone.” 

“You think anyone is bothering to bug our houses with what’s going on outside?” Robin asked. “I don’t know.”

“Or something else? Maybe boobytrap it? I don’t know,” Dustin said.

Steve pulled the bitchy face he made when he didn’t like to admit Dustin was right. He got over it fast and went into the living room to grab an umbrella from the stand. “Right,” he said, hefting it in his hands like a weapon. “Let’s check the house over for anything missing.” He gestured for Dustin and Robin to follow him.

Steve went first into each room, turning on all the lights and poking behind boxes. When they got to Dustin’s room, he stepped into the middle of it and pointed at the window over the bed. “You leave that open?” he asked. 

“Nope,” Dustin said. He went over to his desk as Steve climbed up to close it. “And someone’s been into the stuff on my desk. I told you!” He grabbed his drafting compass and pointed it at Steve for emphasis. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said. “I heard you.” He slid the closet door open and poked around at chest height, looking for anyone hiding behind Dustin’s hanging clothes. Finding no one, he turned around and shrugged. 

“Okay,” Robin said from the hallway. “So I don’t think Claudia would be super happy with you poking around in her room. Do you want me to check that one?”

“No! I’ll go first. I’m not going to touch anything, Robin,” Steve said, taking big strides to get ahead of her. 

Dustin started to follow them, but as he tried to shut his door, Tews slipped into his room. The three of them running around must have woken her up. He made a gentle hissing noise to call her back, and followed her when that didn’t work. 

She was climbing onto his desk chair and chirping with her little attention-seeking sounds. But there was also a banging noise as his hanging closet doors hit each other, and he looked just in time to see a hand at the bottom of the door, trying to steady it. He yelped and hit his fist against the door, slamming it into the person behind it. 

“Who’s in there?” Dustin yelled. He hit the door again and heard scrambling and high-pitched screech from behind it. Steve and Robin were running back from down the hall. 

The person in his closet scrambled to their feet and tried to dodge the door as Dustin shoved it again. They were yelling something, but Dustin grabbed their arm and pulled them into the light. It was some kid with a bandana around his neck. Dustin pinned him to the wall next to his closet. 

The kid was about the same height as him but a lot skinnier. He was small enough that he must have hidden in the back when Steve checked. Dustin held him in place with his arm against his chest and brought the point of his compass up to his neck, just above the bandana. “You’ve got ten seconds to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my room,” he said, hoping he sounded intimidating. 

“Jesus, Dustin,” Steve said from behind him. “It’s just some little kid.” But he didn’t pull Dustin back. 

“And the whole town was hunting down the Hellfire club two days ago, so my point stands.” Dustin pressed the sharp compass point harder against the kid’s chin in emphasis. 

The kid started to laugh a little hysterically. “Henderson. Wait. Wait a second. Come on.” He tried to push Dustin off, but couldn’t. 

“How do you know me? I don’t know you.” Dustin glared at him. There was something vaguely familiar about him, like he was the younger brother of someone from school. Could have been one of the assholes on the basketball team, out for revenge.

“Well, this brings me back,” Robin said dryly. 

“Right?” the kid said. He was definitely shaking. “Maybe next time Harrington can hold something sharp up to Dustin’s throat while I try to talk him out of it, huh? Complete the trifecta?” 

All the air seemed to leave Dustin’s lungs at once as he put it together. “Eddie?” he squeaked, letting his hands drop to his sides. “How did you... You’re not... What?” 

Robin pulled Dustin back another couple of steps, behind her and Steve. Steve looked frozen. They were both staring at the kid. He did look exactly like Eddie must have at that age, and he kept his back to the wall and his hands down at his sides like he was trying not to spook them anymore than he already had. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said. “Would it be in poor taste to make a joke about leaving Henderson speechless for once?” 

“Joking about being our dead friend is already pretty tasteless,” Robin said. “Who are you, really, and how did you know about the... The knife thing?” 

“It was a broken beer bottle,” Eddie said. “And why would I joke about this? Why would I pretend to be a baby version of Eddie Munson?”

“Why are you a baby version of Eddie Munson?” Robin asked. She stepped up, towering over Eddie, and poked him in the chest. “If you’re for real, how did that happen, huh?”

“Was it the bats?” Steve asked quietly. Dustin glanced over at him. There was something scarily unsteady about his voice. One of his hands wrapped around his middle, where they’d sewn up the worst of his own bites. “Dustin said the bats got you. Did that do it?”

Dustin scoffed. “What, like they infected him with Upside Down baby-rabies? Don’t be stupid, Steve.” 

“This whole thing is stupid!” Steve snapped. “Max is in a coma and Vecna lived through fire and shotguns and everything and the town in shambles and it’s snowing ash like in the Upside Down. I just—” He took a deep breath and a step backwards. “If the monster bat bites start making people age backwards, I want to know right now, okay?” 

“It wasn’t the bats,” Eddie said. He was leaning over to look past Robin at Steve. “They don’t give you Merlin-sickness, Harrington. I promise.” 

“How do you know?” Robin said, poking him again. He straightened up. “You better start explaining yourself real quick, Eddie Munson. If that even is your real name.” 

“Jesus H. Christ, Buckley,” Eddie said. “Why are you the one threatening me? You’re so bad at it.” 

“I can kick your ass, Munson.”

“Any of you could! Look at me! Erica could, right now.”

“Erica could’ve kicked your ass before,” Dustin said. 

Eddie grinned a little. “That’s probably true,” he said. “She’s kind of scary. Is she okay? Is... Wayne said Max was in the hospital—”

“You saw your uncle?” Steve asked. “Wait, and he saw you? Like this? What the fuck, dude.”

“We’re getting distracted!” Dustin yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “This could all be a trick. How do we even know that’s really Eddie?” 

Eddie ducked around Robin and took a step towards Dustin. “Come on, Henderson, you know me,” he said, reaching out for him. 

Dustin flailed, smacking him away, and started yelling. “I know I watched my friend die! He bled out in my arms and now there’s some weird child version of him in my room.” He shoved Eddie towards the door. “This could all be something Vecna’s doing to us.”

“No! I’m real, I swear!” Eddie yelled back. “I can prove it. Ask me anything!” He stumbled backwards over a stray book and whirled his arms as he tried to keep from falling over. Robin yelped and put her hands up in surprise. 

Steve stood in the middle of the group, trying to control the situation. He put his arm around Dustin to hold him back. Dustin pushed against it and pointed at Eddie. “You knowing what Eddie knew doesn’t prove anything. Vecna’s psychic. He could’ve just ripped the memories out of Eddie’s head before he died and now he’s feeding them to us through you. You could be some kind of psychic illusion or something.” 

Eddie threw his hands up. “Then what the fuck am I supposed to do? I swear, I’m me!” 

“Of course you’d say that.” Dustin shook his head and pushed Steve’s arm away. “We have to... We have to take him prisoner until we can get in touch with Eleven.” Eddie looked startled by this and glanced towards the door.

“Jesus, Dustin,” Steve said, sounding exhausted. “Listen to yourself. Why would Vecna do that? How would he do that?”

It was Robin who spoke up. “Evil wizard, remember?” She lunged and grabbed Eddie, twisting his arm behind his back. “Okay, I got him. Now what?”

Eddie yelped and tried to twist away from her. She spun him around a couple of times until they both fell down. She landed on top of him, though, and managed to pin him to the floor. He continued to struggle.

“We’ve got to tie him up until we figure out what to do with him,” Dustin said. He hobbled over to his desk. “I think I have some cables or something in here. We can tie him to the chair.”

Robin looked startled. “What? Wait a second. Tie him to a chair? I don’t know—” 

Steve was already shaking his head. “We are not tying him up—” 

There was a screech from Robin as she jumped back, and Eddie was up again. As he scrambled out the bedroom door, Dustin yelled and gestured for them to follow.

“Damn it,” Steve said, taking off after Eddie. 

Robin held her arm. “He bit me!” she whined.

“Of course he did!” Dustin said. “This is a disaster.”

“Just, call someone to help,” Robin said, pointing at the radio on his desk. “Me and Steve will handle Mini-Munson.” 

[harlowtales]

Reader x Jack have a fight that has reader thinking they are making a mistake getting married ⚠️drama/smut/sweet❤️

You and Jack were doing better than ever. Ayesha hadn’t been a problem for a long time. You were busy making preparations for the wedding to happen in a few months. You got busy tending to every detail down to the fonts for the invitations. The guest list was small considering who Jack was. A lot of family and High School friends topped the list. Your family was small, and the celebrity roster was pretty amazing. Drake, Bryson, Tyler Herro, Pete Davidson, Druski, and others had already confirmed they were coming.

Then there was the engagement party. That was a whole other thing….

“Tell me why da fuk you’re inviting your ex?” Jack fumed one morning as you both were brushing your teeth.

“Because you invited like 6 of yours” you said spitting out a froth of toothpaste and smiling at him. “Keep at it and I’ll invite 2 more.”

“Don’t get fucking cheeky with me.” Jack said frowning “You know we’re all just friends.” He said following you into the bedroom.

“So am I fucking my ex?” You challenged looking up at him.

“No…but….” Jack stuttered

“But what?” You waited for him to say something

“So let’s make a rule. No exes at the engagement party or the wedding.” Jack decided

“Yeah ok.” You said rolling your eyes and walking into the girl’s room to put away laundry. Jack loved that you were a hands on mom. It was kind of turning him on a bit watching you with your hair tied with sweatpants on bending and putting clothes in the drawers but he was happily choosing violence at the moment. This was the regular part of his life he craved. You gave him that. Making the girl’s lunches, picking them up from preschool. You were the apple of his eye.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Jack said getting in your face now.

“You know what Jackman?” You stopped now and faced him. “I want you to want to not invite a whole fleet of women I don’t get along with. Not uninviting them so I don’t invite my ex. You’re being childish.”

“Childish?” Jack repeated angrily “Childish!” He said again as if trying to make sense of the accusation.

“Childish.” You affirmed carrying an empty basket to the laundry room.

“Fuck this I’m going to the basement.” He said, which was where he tended to go when he was stressed out.

“Yeah start shit and run away.” You said in no mood

“Ok. You know why I invited them?” He asked you

“Cuz you’re such a loyal little boy who can’t say no to your day ones.” You said mockingly “Did any of your day ones push out those big heads like yours?” You asked him looking out at the girls running around in the yard with the nanny. “It’s so disrespectful on so many levels. It almost made me…” You stopped, not wanting to hurt him.

“Say it.” He said glaring at you with his arms folded

“Nothing.” You said sitting down in the laundry room and looking out the window at the girls. Sometimes you weren’t happy and Jack knew that. The long weeks away from home and girls everywhere all over him all the time. Jack really loved his fans and you didn’t want to look jealous when you were the envy of the world.

“Maybe we’re making a mistake.” You said wringing your hands.

Jack was silent. He wasn’t quite expecting you to say that. He knew things weren’t perfect but he thought what he had with you was rock solid. So much so he thought inviting the old crew wouldn’t be such an issue. He would never knowingly disrespect you, but he didn’t ask you how you felt about seeing all the girls that made things so hard in the beginning.

He slammed the door to the laundry room and left you there. For the first time in a long time you felt totally alone. Even dinner was quiet. You said not a word to him and just talked to the kids. He brooded looking at his plate and periodically making nice with everyone but you could tell it was taking an effort from him. He looked depressed, and for the first time you didn’t really care. You weren’t going to compete with those girls anymore.

Washing up after you put the girls to bed he wandered into the kitchen. You pretended he wasn’t there and kept washing. Suddenly you felt his arms around your waist and he engulfed you in a warm embrace, nestling his face into your neck. You reached back and played with his hair while the tap was still running. You were struck by his emotions and didn’t say anything. The two of you just stood there in silence.

He turned off the running water and hoisted you up on the kitchen counter and started kissing you while feeling up your dress. He pushed aside your underwear and began feeling for some evidence that you wanted him. That you needed him, because he needed you desperately. The idea that you thought about throwing it all away sometimes scared him. You straddled him with your legs and held his head close to your chest, to your heart.

Let’s go upstairs” he whispered passionately

PART 2

The minute you got into the room Jack closed the door and motioned for you to be quiet. If the kids woke up make up sex wasn’t happening. He went into the bathroom and started drawing a bath for both of you. He added bubbles and got it nice and hot the way you like it. When it was just right he peeled his tank top off, then underwear, then sweatpants. Each item tossed to the side. He was in all his glory now looking at you to undress. You slipped out of your sundress and panties and started kissing and caressing his chest as he towered over you. Your tongues locked and you sucked his bottom lip. A sign you wanted him badly. He dimmed the lights and lit some candles around the tub.

“Alexa play Jodeci” Jack said and “Forever my lady” came on. You put your hair up getting ready to step into the tub. Jack dipped under the water and came up with his long curls hanging wet. He kissed on your neck as he pulled you into the perfect place leaning on his chest as steam rose up from the huge soaker tub he had custom made for his 6”3 frame. He wrapped his legs around you and started sponging you down. As he squeezed water from the sponge it cascaded down your breasts. You put your head back in submission to his will. He took some passionfruit scented body wash and massaged your breasts and body with the lovely aroma filling the air with the steam.

You felt him rising into you back. He moved you away a little for you to turn around. You went down under the water and took him into your mouth. He put his head back and moaned as quietly as he could, but it was difficult to hold in his pleasure and his desire for you. He never wanted to fight with you to the point where you ignored him like that again. That hurt him more than you screaming and yelling. He knew you had to be deeply hurt to pretend he didn’t exist because he knew he was your whole world.

When you came up soaking wet and looking sexy, he couldn’t hold anything in anymore. He bent you over the side of the tub and entered you ramming from behind then drawing you close to his chest skin to skin clutching your breasts and continuing to thrust as you both became enveloped in heat. You moaned in sweet agony as he covered your mouth and drove harder. Your screams went into the palms of his hands.

“We are one.” He said in your ear in a low raspy growl, grinding into you deeper.

“Uughhh!!” You managed to say muffled by his hand still ensuring only he heard your cries. He sat back into the tub taking you down with him.

You sat onto his hard cock and rode him backwards going up and down on him fast. Steam continued to fill the room as the two of you created a whirlwind in the water. “I’m cumming Jack…..” You said faintly as he wrapped his muscular arms around you while you released all the tension you were feeling. He felt you squeeze around him and knew you had reached heights of ecstasy.

He sat you up and out of the tub on the edge and entered you with his tongue sucking your clit aggressively. You held his head in agony and breathed “Jack. I….I can’t….please”

He put you onto his shoulders with you straddling his face, continuing to eat you with no mercy as he you slid off his shoulders facing him now. He looked into your soul through your eyes as he often did. You couldn’t read the storm you saw in his eyes. He was so intense holding you in his gaze. He put his forehead to yours and your breathing became one breath.

“Promise me we’ll never be like that again” he said in between breaths.

“I promise” you nodded eagerly on the verge of tears

“I can’t do any of this without you. I WONT do any of this without you.” He insisted “Everything I do is for us.”

You settled back onto him gathering yourself after that swirl of desire in the tub. He helped you relax and enjoy the calm of the water, the calm of him.

[psicostyles]

Loving me takes patience

PART FOUR

Hello everyone, i know no one cares buttttt...here is the fourth part nobody asked fo but its here anyway! its shorter than usual but yeah, the dark days has come.

Hope you like :D

read the previous ones: part one, part two, part three

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After last week, Harry and Rebecca went out almost every day for lunch. They always talked about everything and nothing at the same time. Harry was always talking about Cassie. Rebecca could see the sparkle in his eyes, he was in love with his daughter. It was apparent he was a good father. Rebecca always asked about Cassie.

Harry liked to show her Cassie's drawings she did at kindergarten, talked about their play dates, and how he loved a "to-do list" so he could organize himself and how busy his schedule was. Rebecca was kind of amazed. Harry on the other hand was afraid of pushing too hard on his dad's side to the point where Rebecca could not get interested in him because of his lifestyle. Oh, if he only knew what was going on in her head, just in a few days, Harry somehow set a hurricane of emotions on her.

On Monday after work, Harry called his mom when he needed her the most. Cassie was with her mom spending the week, so he did not have anyone he could talk to - he wasn't the type of ''Oh I've so many friends" guy. So Harry dialled his mom's number and on the third ring, he said "Mom, there's this woman at work, we are friends and she is so...pretty mom! She is funny and smart, like so smart! But I'm so afraid of getting close to someone, you know? But...Cassie is the first and only priority in my life, I can't start thinking about being with someone, besides I don't even know if that's what I want and also, I don't even know if she has a partner, you know? I'm so afraid of being with someone who will leave me again, I can't allow anyone to hurt Cassie and me. I'm just so confused. Call me when you hear this, okay? I love you, mom" As we can see, the call went straight to voicemail. Harry decided it would be better to go to sleep.

The next day Harry woke up at his usual time, took a shower, had breakfast, and went to his Saturday morning run. His earphones were blasting in his ears. Believe me, Heavy Metal Rock wasn't his thing, but it seemed like he needed the beat to relieve the tension he didn't even know he was holding up. With every step as faster as the other, he ran and ran.

When he got home, he had another shower to clean all the sweat covering his body. Cassie is still over at her mom's. Harry took the opportunity to have a day to himself and his delayed duties. He cleaned the house, did the laundry, folded their clothes, and made a delicious lunch. In the afternoon, he called Cassie to see her pretty little face and have a little chat. Cassie was doing fine and playing by the pool the whole week since it was summer season and the weather was pretty steamy.

Harry was relaxing on the couch when his phone rang with a new message

"Hey, are you free tonight? "

It was Rebecca's name on the screen.

"Hello, yes I'm. Why?"

"Karaoke night uh! R u in?"

Harry smiled immediately typing

"Sure. Text me the address"

Rebecca replied that he was parking in front of a Korean bar full of people coming in and out in thirty minutes. Harry got in and spotted Rebecca with a few people. When their eyes met, Rebecca yelled his name so he followed his path to her. Rebecca introduced him to her friends; they got along very well.

Rebecca's best friend named Cristina started to chat with him, as a best friend role, she told him all the embarrassing moments they had together. After all the confraternization, karaoke time was finally beginning. 

They booked a booth just for them to enjoy. Rebecca felt comfortable around them, I dare to say.  All of them were half drunk by now. It's been two hours since Rebecca got there, also dare to say, she was far from being sober. A little tipsy maybe or half drunk, half sober. Well, we can't tell. Harry ran his eyes into the room looking at everyone, especially Rebecca. The way she hides her face when she laughs,  how she moves her hands while talking and mostly how pretty she looks under the colourful lights in the room. 

It hit him right in the stomach, he already knew of course, but either way...hit hard. Harry was falling in love.

Fast. 

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