#unless you’re a baby child you get a pass but come on

[autoneurotic]

it should be acceptable to beat the shit out of people insane style for coughing without covering their mouth

[sebnameyourcar]

wait would you u want to explain the context of multi 21?

MULTI-21: A HISTORY LESSON

MODERN ASSUMPTIONS:

it has been over a decade since the 2013 malaysian grand prix. as the years have gone on, people have forgotten, or smoothed out, the minutiae of it.

when people talk about multi-21 nowadays, it tends to fall under three headings:

• evil supervillain seb was addicted to winning and didn’t care about his team. selfish emotionless robot. got booed for a year and deserved it

• cunty brat seb was a disobedient child and refused to listen to his team and faced no consequences ever because he was red bulls special little boytoy

• poor mark webber was betrayed by his team as he had been for five years. the win was his and seb stole it

but of course, nothing is ever so simple

BACKGROUND

by 2013, sebastian and mark had been teammates for 5 years, and part of the extended red bull “family” for 7.

when they became teammates in 2009, mark was the older, more experienced head. seb was the young wunderkind who already had a race win under his belt, more than mark had.

(ironically, mark won his first race in germany in 2009. seb wouldn’t win his home GP until 2013. seb has since called mark’s 2009 german gp win as one of the most impressive drives he’s ever seen.)

anyway. let’s go back in time. it’s japan. it’s 2007. and it is raining. it’s lap 45, under the safety car after alonso crashed out. the rain is TORRENTIAL, and mark (red bull) is running in 2nd. he’s so sick that he’s vomiting in his helmet. seb (toro rosso baby. 20 years old) was 3rd. hamilton was leading, and braked quite dangerously. seb was caught out by this, and crashed into the back of mark. both of them had been running in the podium places, and both had to retire. mark called seb a kid without experience fucking it up. seb cried in his garage. this is the first time they crash. mark later referred to it as the first time they made love on track because he’s a freak

fast forward to turkey 2010. they are teammates now, and have been for over a year. fuji 2007 had largely been forgotten. water under the bridge. they are fighting for the championship against ferrari and mclaren. mark got pole, but around lap 40 seb had caught up to him as mark had to save fuel. they “merged towards each other” (generous). mark didn’t give seb enough space, seb was too over-eager. people will have different opinions. unless you’re helmut marko, who will always back seb, since seb is a product of the red bull academy whereas mark wasn’t. mark went on to finish on the podium, seb had to retire. seb was PISSED! (sexy). this is seen as the start of the “rivalry” by many.

britain 2010. aka the mark-webber-slams-water-on-desk moment. seb was given the new front wing from marks car for qualifying because he was a better qualifier because his had broken in fp3. he would ultimately get a puncture in the race, whilst webber with the old wing came first, and graced us with the “not bad for a no.2 driver” radio message.

so, where are we by summer 2010 and spring 2011? fuji was no one’s fault really, turkey was six of one half a dozen of the other, but mark felt the team favoured seb. britain made that feeling CONCRETE in marks mind. then seb won the title in 2010 after not leading until the final race of the season. in the press conference before abu dhabi 2010, seb kept getting asked if he’d let mark past it if would win mark the championship, and he kept evading the answer. see, mark had been ahead in the championship, but he qualified 7th while seb got pole and won. so, come 2011, webber was convinced the team favoured seb. however, seb was by far and away the better driver.

so. britain 2011. an underrated moment of the vettel webber rivalry. mark qualified on pole, with seb p2. seb quickly took the lead in the race. later on in the race after some botched pit stops and drama, mark was close to seb. red bull told mark NOT to pass seb.

mark ignored this team order. he tried to pass his teammate, but ultimately failed to do so. it’s often forgetting in vettel/webber rivalry lore that mark was the first of them to ignore a direct team order. the difference was he just wasn’t able to make the overtake. here are two interesting quotes from just after the race:

and now. brazil 2012. another forgotten multi-21 backstory. it was the last race of the season, and seb was fighting for his third straight championship, only alonso could possibly beat him. mark qualified 3rd, seb 4th, and alonso 8th. seb had a rocky start to the race, which resulted in him being hit from the back & spun around. he pulled off the mother of all recovery drives to win the championship. alls well that ends well right? wrong. horner admitted a few years ago that seb felt that mark was to blame for the rocky start by forcing seb into the wall. horner even went as far as to say that this lack of teamwork was directly in sebs mind when malaysia 2013 came around. that that was seb’s revenge.

conspiracy theorists will say that mark forced seb towards the wall because he wanted his mate alonso to win the championship over his teammate. definitely possible but not confirmed.

so. here we are. malaysia 2013. it’s been 5 years of crashes, ignored team orders (mark), favouritism (seb) and finally an almost championship-ruining shove towards a wall.

seb qualified on pole, mark 5th. but mark took the lead after the first round of pitstops. around lap 46, seb was gaining on mark, who was on old hard tyres. team orders came through for seb not to fight mark. multi 21 literally means that car no 2 should stay in position ahead of car no 1. just as mark ignored team orders in britain 2011, seb ignored them here. the only difference was seb actually got past. mark was furious (“yep that’s good teamwork!”) seb, a bad liar, was hilarious (“i was really scared… all of a sudden he was moving… i had to…”) horner was regretting most of his life choices (“this is silly seb come on.”)

seb won the race. the most awkward of all cool down rooms ensued (“multi 21 seb. yeah? multi 21”) seb chugged an entire bottle of water. poor lewis hamilton just trying to disappear into thin air. underrated moment is you can see a clip of seb trying to explain something to mark and neither of them are having a good time. on the podium interviews after mark said “seb will have protection from the team as always” - harkening back to his long-felt belief that the team favoured seb, yet ignoring his own history of ignoring team orders, and ignoring brazil 2012.

seb would later apologise.

…

three days later seb would rescind that apology.

(“i was racing i was faster i passed him i won.”)

at this stage, seb had been the dominant driver for four years running and some crowds had grown annoyed at him, so used this as an excuse to boo him at basically every race for the summer swing of the season. seb spoke at the end of 2013 about how hard this was for him, and how he was thankful for the support of his family and girlfriend during the hard times. it’s important to remember that seb was only in his mid 20s when all this booing and controversy was happening. it’s a lot to shoulder, especially when you’re only doing what you’ve always done, what you’re being paid to do: winning.

mark would retire at the end of the 2013 season, though apparently he had already made up his mind before malaysia.

seb would stay at red bull for one more year before moving to ferrari.

when asked in 2022, seb said he wouldn’t change what he did in malaysia 2013. and in my opinion, he’s right.

unlike the mclaren clusterfuck of hungary 24, there was YEARS of history between vettel and webber before multi-21. grudges, crashes, hurts, pride, friendship, rivalry, championships lost and won. this was the cumulation of their entire careers to date, all of their mistakes and their motivations for better or for worse.

basically, it was never so simple as “seb ignored team orders because he was an arrogant brat” or “poor mark the team never liked him” it’s… well it’s all of the above. cheers for reading. fuck me i went on a bit

[sun-snatcher]

Your take of Círdan being an old man who enjoys pestering people is my absolute fave bc yeah if I was the oldest elf alive I'd be a little shit half the time too for funzies

( credits to the lovely @peregrintook for this beautiful gifset ! )

✵ — WATER-DAMAGED!

summ.  Elrond arrives at Círdan’s workshop. He finds his heart instead. or:  The Herald and the Artisan fall in love. pairing.  elrond peredhel / f!reader  w.count.  1.2k (a lil baby!) a/n.  set in s2e1, friends-to-lovers kinda , fluff galore , mutual pining , Círdan being a thirdwheel (but highkey enjoying it because he’s a little shit like that)

       YOU’RE QUICK TO attempt to bundle Elrond up like a child when he’d arrived. 

Frantic, almost, at the sight of Lindon’s renowned Herald— drenched to the bone, head-to-toe, and dripping river water from his mess of curls, leaving puddles and a wet track wherever he went on the stone of the workshop.

“He’s not here yet,” is what you’d said, when he’d urged you for Master Círdan. The shipwright had gone off to appraise proper timber for the frames of the vessels prepared for Valinor, now that High King Gil-Galad has decreed preparations to set sail. 

“But he should return by nightfall, latest. So will you please sit down, Elr—”

“I cannot,” he overrides, wholly unconvincing through the chatter of his teeth. “You’ll be at risk if I stay.”

You blink. “…From who?”

“I—”

In the distance, a horse whinnies. 

Elrond tenses instantly.

“…Are you— hiding?” you realise, as he springs to his feet to make headway for the sidedoors. “Elrond, wait!”

“Thank you, truly, for your kindness, but I cannot allow the King’s Guard—”

“That was just Silef,” you say incredulously, muscling the door back shut and stubbornly standing in his way. “My mare, remember? From the stables just uphill?” 

A pause. 

He listens with pricked ears: gates of a stable door squeaking; hooves clopping from paddock ground onto pasture grass; the sound of grain and feed being chewed on, after a moment's pass. A notable absence of marching Elven armour and feet stamping its way downhill towards him. 

Just Silef. You’re right. He’d been paranoid. 

“Á quildessë, Elrond,” comes your quiet voice, gentler now as you chase to meet his anxious gaze. “I will make sure no one comes into this workshop, unless it’s Master Círdan himself,” you assure, resting your hands on his forearms. “Just please, sit down. You’re shaking.” 

…He is. He hadn’t even realised. 

It might have been adrenaline, or the bite of the cold from wind and water— but he’s trembling, nonetheless, like a leaf. 

“I��m sorry,” he says, much, much later, when you’d stoked the coals of the workshop hearth to life, and set him upon a wooden seat beside it.

From the open foyer of the atelier, the sea-reflected hues of the setting sun does little to hide the tentative worry in your features. Your voice is as gentle as the lap of tidewater. “There’s nothing to apologise for.”

“I shouldn’t have… barged in.” 

I shouldn’t have involved you in the first place, and put you at risk for treason for harboring a dissenter.

The firelight paints your face in soft, flickering licks of ochre as you tenderly dry off the dampness in his hair, the water trickling down his face. “You were afraid,” you reason generously.

(You don’t tell him that he looks adorably… pitiful. With eyes like that of a kicked puppy, almost. Even worse that he looks half-drowned.)

Elrond doesn’t argue. You’ve always been a kind friend to him. So, so kind. Ever-ready and steadfast to extend an olive branch, impervious to tactlessness, or even offence, from the sheer tenacity of your patience. Elrond has always admired you for it. Elrond has always—

Liked you. Cared. Loved.

(Too much to allow himself to let you get caught in this tangle he’s been forced into.)

He lays a hand over yours, and you pause mid-wipe of a droplet down his lined jaw. His eyes are shut briefly, as if falling into the comfort of your touch— candid indulgence. It makes your heart stutter.

That you’re allowed a quiet moment to admire him this close, so much so you can see the rings of sundering blue in his eyes; or to touch him this affectionately, so much so you could feel the very change of temperature on his skin— 

You think you’ve been blessed with a handsome vision by the Valar themselves.

“You must be curious,” he says, voice a low murmur. His palm swallows yours entirely. His fingers are warm by now. (You shouldn’t notice such details— but you do. You’re an artisan, after all. Or perhaps hopeless romantic is a better suited term?) “But this is beyond even me.”

He slides your hand down, much to your dismay, and uncurls the pouch he’s been clutching onto since he arrived. Now that it’s infront of you, there’s a pull to it you can’t quite understand.

You reach, almost too keenly— 

—but you close his fingers around it instead.

If Elrond had shown any surprise, you didn’t notice. 

“Must be why you’ve sought out Master Círdan,” you muse, looking up at him. “If it’s beyond you, it’s most certainly beyond me, a mere shipwright’s apprentice.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Elrond adds quickly, realising how he must have come across. 

“I know,” you laugh, before he can take off into a tangent. (It’s bright and musical to Elrond’s ears— thinks if he could drown in its sound, he would have done so willingly.) “You forget I know you.”

Not entirely, he doesn’t say. You don’t know how much my heart sings to be near you. How much your presence— or the very thought of you, even— have always brought comfort to me. 

You don’t know how much I’ve been resisting the urge to kiss you since you first sat me down by the fire.

He feels a little smile coming, the kind he couldn’t help, that would light his whole face whenever he cast his gaze on you. “You do, don’t you?” he whispers, voice sinking into something almost— nostalgic, at the sudden unravelling of old memories shared with you throughout the age.

“Well, when it comes to Kingdom politicians…” you shrug teasingly. “As much as I’m allowed to be privy to.”

He barely laughs, too busy looking at you with rapt, reverent attention. It curls a timidness in your heart. “You are allowed all of me. Always.”

Something takes wing in your chest. Butterflies, maybe. Doves taking flight in your ribcage. 

As are you, to me.

At least, that's what you would’ve said, had your ears not caught the distant clop of hooves headed downwind towards the river edge. “Master Círdan is here,” you say instead, diverted. You recognise the huff of his steed anywhere.

You watch Elrond perk up and tune into the approach: the rustle of saddle and stirrups, the shuffle of robes and footsteps. When the doors squeak open and shut, the Kingdom’s shipwright finds the Kingdom’s herald standing in the heart of his own workshop.

“Elrond,” he says, by way of greeting. There’s naught a hint of surprise in his voice— Círdan had felt a call louder than the sea long before he’d arrived, and now he can understand it’s carried in the herald’s charge. “Have you come to seek a certain apprentice of mine?” he asks, regardless.

It’s playful. Knowing.

“He seeks you, Master Círdan,” you answer politely, rounding from the corner where you’d grabbed your spare pelerine cloak to pass to Elrond. “Here, to keep warm.”

“Thank you.”

You bow your head to them both. “I shall be at the lighthouse just across.”

Your fingertips brush against Elrond’s hand as you leave. It tarries; merely a millisecond— enough, however, for Círdan’s keen eyes to catch— before he watches you depart through the sidedoors to give them the privacy they needed. 

Elrond's hand flexes reflexively. Longingly.

A beat passes.

“…Are you sure it is still me you seek?” Círdan muses, brows shot to his hairline.

The tips of Elrond’s ears burn. 

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Okaay we’ve talked about Daryl with his daughter but lets talk about your pregnancy for a second..

I can imagine Daryl coming back late in the night, so tired and sore from a long day of work. You had only found out a few hours prior, and seeing the physical ache in his body you knew he could use some hopefully very good news.

“Hi there hunterman” You whispered, sliding his crossbow off his shoulders as he kicked his muddy boots off.

Daryl dropped his head down onto your shoulder, sighing heavily. “Hi”

A moment a silence passed, you simply combing your fingers through Daryl’s hair before gently guiding him to raise his head, eyes meeting yours.

“I have something to tell you” Daryl raised a brow, hands settling st your waist. “Not dyin’ are ya?” You giggled, shaking your head

Reaching for your back pocket, you pulled the test out and handed it to him, watching as he took it between his fingers with a confused gaze, which quickly turned into excitement.

“No way”

“Yes way. We’re gonna have a little Dixon”

Daryl wrapped his arms tightly around you, smile resting on his face until it slowly disappear, a set of tears following suit. He sniffled softly, and you raised your hands up to wipe his falling tears. “It’s okay, big guy.”

“Wha’ if m’not a good dad?” He whispered, and you rolled your eyes at him. “I wouldn’t have picked you if I didn’t think you’d be a perfect dad” You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately as his arm circled your waist, a hand sliding up your shirt and caressing the skin.

When you start to go through hormone changes and start forming a bump, Daryl becomes super protective of you. Much so to the point that it annoys you but he doesn’t care, he’ll literally die before someone lays a finger on his woman.

He strictly forbids you from leaving the walls, telling everyone on watch duty to not let you out no matter how much you yell, which in fact, yelled at them a lot. He also refused to let you carry anything that looked just a hair too heavy.

“Nope. Nah. Give ‘ere girl.”

“I can carry it, Dixon”

“I’on care, give it ta me”

He’ll forcibly take the item out your hand, because simply how dare you have to even lift a finger with that baby inside you.

I also honestly feel like Daryl would be really scared to have sex during your pregnancy. Now if its pleasure that you want, Daryl has no probably eating you out till your eyes are rolling and his jaw is cramping.

“I dun’ wanna hurt tha baby”

“Hurt them how?”

“..With m’dick??”

I think about the scene from Big Mouth when Jay fucks his pillow and screams “My dick is right next to the baby’s head” That’s all i’m gonna say about that

Daryl makes sure to give you half of his food, and you don’t have a choice but to take it. (Unless the baby says otherwise) He purposely hunts extra food for that you can have more to eat, especially the further you get along.

By the time you’re about seven months and very undoubtedly pregnant, Daryl would murder anyone in cold blood if they even looked at you wrong.

Although you were crabby and yelled a lot, he was at your complete beck and call. Daryl could only loving stare at you when you complained over something, thinking about how gorgeous you were and how lucky he was that you were the mother of his child.

“Nothing fits right anymore! My shoes don’t even fit”

“Ya don’ need yer shoes if ya never leave”

“I never leave ‘cause you keep me locked here like a fucking prisoner”

“M’keepin my pretty girls safe”

Lots of his clothes have been sacrificed considering you’re literally busting out of yours, and something predatory washes over him seeing your belly prutrude through his shirts.

Birth is definitely hard and Daryl definitely passed out once or twice, but being the man he is he forced himself to pull through for you, and the scars from your nails dragging down his flesh will be a fond memory followed by the sweet sound of loud crying.

You know how much Daryl loves kids, and you’re exhausted from all the pushing, so it only makes sense that he gets first hold. You watch with a small smile as Siddiq guides Daryl to take his shirt off, watching the burly man nervously but eagerly (and carefully) take his newborn into his large hands.

In that moment, cradling his very own precious babygirl, it felt like you were the only three people on earth. Daryl couldn’t take his eyes off the wiggling bundle of life in his arms, rocking slowly in the chair as he burned the image of her tiny little face into his mind.

As you stared at him, you couldn’t help but think about how you really did pick the perfect dad. Daryl Dixon, a hard, strong, intimidating man fear by many, who was now sitting softly, gently and quietly with his daughter laying ontop his bare chest, a large hand keeping her secured. Already a major daddys girl.

The baby stage is easily Daryl’s favorite, and he definitely gets up in the middle of the night when she starts crying or fussing.

I don’t think he’d put her down for a second, like you just won’t see Daryl without her hooked around his arm. He doesn’t bring her into the garage during bike repairs until shes older, not wanting to let his baby inhale toxic bike fumes.

Dog is her protector. Most dogs understand what babies are and how vulnerable to the world they are, so Daryl definitely trains Dog to stay by her side when he can’t be. Instead of sleeping on the couch Dog now sleeps right outside her crib.

On the one occasion when a group a raiders had started searching houses, yours having been one of the first, one of the men made the mistake of opening her door, Dog jumping swiftly into protective mode and clamping his canines into the mans leg.

When it comes to breastfeeding, I can imagine the extra lengths Daryl would go. He makes sure you have enough food and nutrients to produce, and totally massages your boobs when you complain about the soreness.

When she’s big enough to start wearing clothes rather than onesies, Daryl definitely finds lots of super cute girly stuff for her because well only the best for his girls. He spoils her totally rotten.

Maybe not completely, but y’know. Her first words end up being an adorably butchered version of Daryl’s name, one that makes him wanna cry and scream cause his daughters first words were his own name.

“Baryl!”

“Ohh good jobs mommas baby! That’s daddys name!”

“She- said- she said- she just- she”

“It’s okay, Baryl we all heard it”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

[sitepathos]

What if Y/N was a dad before Bruce figured out he was gone? Like would he rush to see him and his grandchild? What if the child was like rose being able to control the mold and Y/N now has to deal with Bruce and his sons?

Ok, wow, was not expecting that! But, this ask was too good to pass up! But, let me do you one better: instead of baby Rose, you have an adopted daughter like Eveline, complete with the need for a family and everything! Have fun with that!

You first met Eveline when you stopped at a pit stop at night, craving a slushee, but you saw her, a ten year old girl in wet, torn up clothing and no shoes to protect her bloody and scratched up feet, on the side of the building, looking incredibly weak and filthy.

You immediately got out and started attending to her, asking where her parents were and trying to tend to her wounds.

“Mommy and Daddy said I had to wait in the woods,” she weakly says, coughing in between words. “They said it was a game.”

You immediately realize this wasn’t a game. They left her for dead in the middle of the woods, either to die from starvation or predation.

“ I waited for five days. Did I win?”

“You did, sweetie,” you responded, not wanting to upset her.

(She does not have long,” the Megamycete said as you tried in vain to keep her awake. (She has been without proper care for too long. But she can be saved. All you need to do is inject her with some mold. It will heal her.)

Part of you didn’t want to do that. That making her like you would be cruel without explaining it to her, but she was dying. And no kid should die that young.

So you do it, placing some mold in her body through one of her scratches, which immediately begins healing her.

When she opened her eyes, she latched onto you and refused to let go, apparently having imprinted on you like a bird.

Your first thought was to take her to the nearest authorities so they could take it from there and arrest her parents, but both she and the Megamycete disagreed whit that.

“No,” she cried while wrapping both arms around yours. “Don’t send me away! I promise to be a good girl!”

(We object to your proposal. Keeping the girl would be the most prudent course of action.)

“Alright, you can come with us.”

“Thank you! I promise to be the best girl ever, Daddy!”

The name rubbed you the wrong way. For fuck’s sake, you’re 18! You should be her older brother, not her “daddy.”

But Eveline wouldn’t call you anything else and after an hour of trying to argue with a 10 year old, you finally conceded defeat.

And that’s how you started your weird little “family,” complete with a sentient mushroom in your body and a moldy 10 year old girl as your “daughter.”

Over time, you learned that Eveline had an obsession with the idea of having a family. Apparently, all she wished was for her parents to be like the ones on cartoons, loving their daughter with all their heart, reading her bedtime stories, walking her to school, and baking cookies.

“But now I have you, Daddy! And you’ll be perfect than my old one!”

Not gonna lie, you teared up at her wish for a family. You know that feeling more than anyone. Maybe being a “Daddy” will be good for the both of you.

You just gotta get use to the looks you get when you say she’s your adoptive daughter.

Over the four years, you two became close, doing everything she thought happy families do, from baking cookies and playing games to reading bedtime stories and kissing her goodnight.

When she started showing her powers (mycokinesis, hallucination manipulation, shapeshifting, and superhuman strength, stamina, and durability), you made it clear that she’s never to use them unless in a life or death situation and helped train her to control them.

She took to her new life right away, excelling in school and showing interest in your hobbies, loving the nickname you gave her Eevee (after your favorite Pokémon).

Of course, her obsession with families never left her, always staying by your side and never straying far from home, even at the tender age of 14.

Of course you told her about your Momma, how you lost her, and were forced to live at Wayne Manor where you were treated horribly.

Hearing her Daddy, the nicest person she knows, be treated like that pissed her off. She wanted to go to Gotham and tear Batman and the others apart.

Of course, you couldn’t let that happen (no mater how much you thought of it).

“We’re here, now, Eevee. And they can’t get to us.

“Ok, but if they ever show up, I’ll rip them apart!”

Then, the night of the Gamer’s Gala happened, and oh boy, was it something to behold.

She had been looking forward to meeting Alfred after all the stories you told her (of course, you didn’t tell the poor butler because that’s something you don’t say over the phone), but when she saw Bitch Wayne (her nickname for Bruce) sit next to her, she screamed so loud that everyone in the hall heard her.

She immediately pounced on the man and screamed all sorts of insults and threat at him, leading to security having to pull her off the legendary millionaire.

She wanted to summon a mold tendril and squeeze his head off or create an hallucination so bad he’d claw his own eyes out, but she promised her Daddy she’d never use her powers unless it was life or death.

It was at the security room that Bruce learned that she, a 14 year old girl, was your daughter. Adoptive, sure, but still your daughter.

And oh boy, did that man have so many questions.

But that girl is your daughter, and therefore a part of his family (holy shit, he’s a grandfather!), so he tries to bring you both back to Gotham.

Now, at this point, I can see this going 2 ways.

One: Eveline remains loyal to you and fights side by side against the Bats.

Or two: Eveline falls victim to the Wayne’s manipulation, tempting the poor girl with a big family that would give her all the love she could ever want.

You’re her Daddy and she’ll always be grateful for what you did for her.

But, she still has an uncontrollable need for a family, complete with a Granddaddy, a Great Granddaddy, aunts, and uncles! And pets! And a huge house! With a huge yard!

So, she helps them bring you back to Wayne Manor, her powers combined with the Bats’ gadgets and skills bringing you down.

Of course, all of them are astounded when you both display your control over the mold, but they have you and her, so what doesn’t it matter?

“We’re a big, happy family, Daddy! Isn’t that great!”

[avalordream]

Part 2: Imagine you get isekaied in Our Life. Only thing is that you wake up as a child and remember everything. You can only save at this point but you can still access the save and load menu and see your previous runs.

Meanwhile your precious neighbor is slowly becoming self aware, getting deja vu with every passing second- as if this has all happened before...

A/N: This took way longer than I thought it would but I hope you enjoy!

Nothing was without consequence

Noelani knew something was off with MC…

For all she knew, something was wrong with her child and she didn’t know what to do

True, MC looked and acted mostly the same

But the look in their eyes…

No kid suddenly just looked so…lost 

They visibly looked hopeless and upset…

She didn’t know what to do..

Noelani went on numerous doctor’s visits with Pam but they all said the same thing- 

Her kid was just going through an episode or a mood shift and that it was completely normal. 

To every single one, they ran standard procedures and MC acted�� completely after the second or third. 

The first appointment they went to, MC was confused but they were honest about their answers. 

After that? Noelani had a feeling they either caught on or didn’t want to bother anyone - smart as that was for an eight year old

She saw through each front, painstakingly held up by the impression they set on that first initial appointment

It was fake. 

But you wouldn’t know that unless you spent 24 hours a day with the kid.

Noelani didn’t know what to do…

She already tried asking MC if they were ok but she wasn’t blind. 

She loved MC and Elizabeth fiercely - attuned to their little habits - and as was Pam.

So she knew as well as Pam that they tended to share some blunt wisdom / tell a few white lies / spin quite the tall tales.

Yet they giggled, saying “Ma! You’re so funny! But I’m ok! Really!” / pat her arm, thinking for a moment before saying “I’m ok Ma. I just… feel a lil’ different. That’s all.” / paused before wrapping their arms around her middle with a small nuzzle. “I’m… not feeling too good. But I’ll get better soon. Promise.”

The exact opposite than usual…

No matter how comforting they tried to be, MC’s words were oddly unsettling… 

It was so… out of character for them.

The doctors had assured both of them that kids tend to have some mood swings now and then and that it was completely normal. Perfect even.

Even so, she could see it affecting Elizabeth as well.

She would often come barrelling down to herself or Pam whenever MC would shut themselves in their room…

“Ma!! MC doesn’t want to play with me! They said they’re too tired!”

“Mooms!! MC said that they don’t want to play dolls with me and that dolls are for babies! We played dolls YESTERDAY!!”

“Mooom! MC’s not leaving their room! And-! And!! They said they don’t feel like playing with me and Shiloh at the park!”

More frustratingly, at least for a time, was when Pamela tried to console her, seemingly taking on the side of the doctors, insisting she relax

“Kids go through mood swings! It’s normal! Don’t worry ‘Lani!”

“The docs said they were ok, right? Then it’s settled!”

“Don’t fret, Noelani! The kid’ll go back to normal in no time!” 

Sometimes it felt like Pam was just saying those things to comfort her…as if she didn’t believe her.

In retrospect, she knew her wife meant well but in the moment? 

It felt like the world had pitted her favorite person against her.

It felt personal. 

For some time, it caused some friction between the pair.

Friction that didn’t go unnoticed by neither Elizabeth, nor MC. 

Elizabeth was more outspoken on her worry, although she acted like nothing was wrong on the outside.

MC…acted as if nothing was wrong but…she saw the worried glances and sneaky looks of concern from them when they thought nobody was looking

If she wasn’t…as…observant as she was…she would’ve assumed they were just acting aloof.

Slowly, she began to see herself against the world- beginning to question her very position

Why was not a single person helping her?

Didn’t they see how startlingly different her kid had become?

Even their college friends didn’t see a difference….

Surely, there was a reason everyone but her was noticing…

Was she really… overreacting?

Eventually, she stopped bringing it up altogether, although the underlying tension remained for some time.

“Noelaniiii! You still here with us?”

Her head jerked up as she registered the faces of college friends in front of her, unfocused for a moment as her vision cleared to check in the finer details.

“Ah- No, I apologize- What were we talking about?”

Their college friends were nearing the end of their trip and this was the last of many hangouts. At least for the time being. 

After this, it was time for their flight back home so Pam decided to hire a babysitter to watch the kids so they could come.

“Well, it’s alright. We just noticed the house in front has just been sold!”

“Oooh! That’s right! Apparently, it was previously owned by a family a state away! Their home away from home!”

“Aww! That must be nice!”, Noelani hummed, envying this mystery family for a moment. How nice would that be? If she could have a home away from home, she’d have one in Hawaii… The kids’ grandparents just moved back too… 

“Right?? I wonder who’s moving in though?”

“Ditto! Guess we’ll just have to see!”, Pam chuckled, smile bright as their friends gave their opinions on what the new neighbor would be like.

Recently, the couple had reached a truce.

Truthfully, they both wanted the best for their children.

Noelani agreed to try to not worry herself into stressing about them- if this was how she worried about them now, how was she going to live when they were teenagers?, Pam reasoned.

Meanwhile, Pam agreed to be a bit more mindful if any worries were brought up and not to be as dismissive.

Easy to say but...she was glad they were talking again, smile brighter as she felt Pam's fingers intertwine with her own.

Their voices drifted in and out of Noelani’s ears as she sipped on her lemonade with a giggle of her own.

Life ebbs and flows like the sea…That’s the beautiful thing about it…

It changes just a little everyday. 

The best we can do, Lani thought to herself, is adapt and go with the flow.

Only time will tell...

And just like that… summer started.

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A/N.2: And just like that, we're finally starting this properly! Just letting ya'll know now, I am in college and thus, future updates might be delayed! I don't have a set schedule to write and stuff and I tend to do it when motivation hits. I liked trying to see what Noelani's thought process would be in this scenario and by GOD- It was HARD. But! I did my best! Aaaand, I don't think it turned out too bad! Again, I hope you enjoyed! :D

[tmwcs]

H I S M A R K : H E E D A M

WARNINGS: FLUFF, SMUT (UNPROTECTED), ORAL (MALE REC.), REFERENCE TO NONCON SMUT, MENTIONS OF FORCED BREEDING, SEX SLAVERY (HISTORICAL), DUBCON, MYTHOLOGY, ANCIENT HISTORY, SYMBOLISM, MARKINGS, YANDERE LOVE, OBSESSION, POSSESSIVE, FANTASY, MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, PARANOIA, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, FORCED LOVE, ISOLATION, AND CURSING. NOT PROOREAD (YET).

THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER ‘CHILD OF THE SEA’ DRABBLE. ALL PART IF THE MERMAIDS TALE SERIES ON MASTERLIST.

This Drabble had me feeling something that is surreal I swear. Probably my favorite Drabble yet.

THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL.

For days, weeks, and months, you’ve questioned your sanity. It was the same routine; waking up in an unknown territory, wondering if you’ll ever get to experience freedom again. You’ve tried to calm yourself, but a factor prohibits you from gaining rest. It has been so long since you were able to roam the streets on your own, to visit the bakery that you loved so much, and to sip coffee while viewing the window of your high-rise apartment. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do the things you enjoyed in life, you just had to enjoy it…with him.

Over a year, this man had broken you down, restricted you of using your own senses, and prohibited in exercising your own way of thinking. No. Everything was about him. He made it that way to reflect his own spirit, since for him, everything was about you. You were all he sees, eats, hear, and breathes. It caused his insanity in which formed that insatiable love for you. He wanted you to rely on him, to think of only him, and to love him the way he does you. It’s…sickening. The worst part…was that you were actually starting to succumb to your weak heart.

The other day he made a great effort to impregnate you…the image plagues your mind, no matter what you’re looking at. You’ve tried to erase it completely, yet the view of his exposed throat, his thick neck in full display as he shoves and rests his length deep inside your womb, pumping out each string of release. His hands gripped your hips, slowly sliding up to your waist while he rests in between your legs, and his head remained flung back. His poignant Adams Apple bobs up and down delicately as he restlessly murmurs…’Uh-Uh-huh.”

He tells you that you should be grateful. For the rumors of his ancestors and their harsh breeding methods with Sirens were merely just to produce sons. At least with him, he did it out of love and passion. He tells you of how the sirens would eventually weakened to the desires of an Adams touch, and eventually grew to love their captors…which he predicted would become the end result for you.

‘It’s only a matter of time’ he says.

If only what he said wouldn’t hold any truth, yet as each passing day rotates in and out, you’re slowly coming to realize that he spoke the truth. It may not be out of your own willingness to return that love, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was the end goal, despite it being a result of Stockholm Syndrome. Regardless of his abusive method in claiming you, that love he displayed…it was getting to you.

‘It’s only a matter of time, baby. You will love me…you will, Siren.’

Sirens…a creature only read in mythology books, or poems and mentioning’s by philosophers. Who could ever believe that there was more truth to their existence?

A Siren cannot feel the physical touch, sensation, or feeling of anything. Not even pain at a high scale. Should anyone cut off your limb, or carve out an eye, you wouldn’t feel it. You wouldn’t scream. You wouldn’t even shed a single tear. No matter how many injuries your body would display, you’ll never feel the blister of the injury….unless it was done by an Adam.

The only person that can make you feel things. He knew that…he knew that too well. From the moment he sensed your expression and witnessed it at the party, he knew that something was amiss. He could feel it.

The Clan of Adam is what they are called, singularly referred to as ‘Adam’s’ named after the first man. The bloodline stemmed from the sons sired by Alexander the Great, that much you both knew. At least up until the moment he found the memento remnants of his late grandfather…who met a tortuous end by his grandsons hand.

“Huh…look what I found baby.” He holds the large book in both hands. It was ancient, laced by a gold chained binding, with thin wooden slats, polished to perfection with the inscription carved in the finest font. Elegant and edged with Hellenic images, charts, and astronomical symbols, you could tell that the contents contained knowledge that was unreal…stuff people read out of a fairy tale.

He pulls you back by tenderly holding your waist, sitting you on his lap as he sets the book before you. Resting it on your thighs, he passionately roams his palms up and down your ribcage, taking deep inhales as he whiffs in your scent, burying his nose at the back of your neck. “Mmm, fuck I love you.”

Your eyes begin to form tears…again. Yet each time you calmly sobbed, they became less and less watery. The feeling of touch, while initially had disgusted you, has now become the very thing you embraced. It was something you craved…and only he could give it to you.

“Read it baby.” He sighs out as he takes in another whiff. His hands lower their grip to your hips; his thumbs pressing in right above your derrière, beside your tailbone.

You arch your back as you winced your eyes. Your mind kept telling you to be strong and resist…but your heart told you the opposite. He pulls you in, smoothing your rear to grind and settle right on his bulge. “You’re sooooooo perfect…perfect for me.” He drags a deep tone as he flings his head back, lightly bucking his hips upwards. The sensation formed a familiar knot, a tightness that expanded until it snaps, releasing the flow of intense orgasm and pleasure. “P-please…please don’t—“

You gently spoke your words, moaning them out as you plead. You wanted it and didn’t want it. He reached up and around, turning your head to the side to face him, eloping you in a beautifully tender kiss. He grinds, and you move. He bucks, and you press in. Your bodies became a perfectly tuned rhythm of pleasure…and love.

“H-Heeseung…” you moan in between the small pecks. He lightly groans into your mouth, admitting a long and harsh lick up from your bottom lip to the top. “Aw fuck…yeah baby? You like that?” He doesn’t give you room to answer before re-sealing your mouth into a rather messier kiss. The twisting and twirling of tongue and the stroking of canines has completely melted you, and he could feel it on his crotch.

His hands migrate up and around, unionizing on your tummy. They slowly mesh downward and apply pressure as they rub on the flat canvas above your clit. It didn’t take long for him to find his way under your dress, his hands were so gifted in knowing the in and outs of feminine-styled seams. He hooks your panties and shove them to the side, and God..the way he could move his hands alone was enough to get you heated and moist. So wet.

Not once did he release your mouth. The flaring of your nostrils indicates the struggle for breath, yet the latching proved that it was all worth the struggle. Your lips quiver as your thighs shake; his fingers gently rubbing small circles right at the tip, surfacing a toil of piercing desire that raged within you like the fires of Hell. You moan some more in his mouth, hating how you were loving the way he explored inside you. That damn tongue of his…he was so experienced, being a former playboy, but now a committed husband who only had eyes, a heart, and soul, just for you.

“Oh Heeseung…mmmm! Oh please-“

“Fuck yeah baby. Never felt someone as good as you.”

His heart pelted against his chest, you could feel it underneath in between your shoulder blades as yours felt as if it would explode from within. He played around with your womanhood until he firmly gripped your waist, thumbs pressing against your back as his fingers dig into your torso. He lifts you just a tad, before slamming you down against his clothed groin. He continues to buck up while bouncing you in a momentum that was out of this world. You gasped out a series of yelps, all in sync with his motions. “Pl-please!!! Please..!”

“Please what? WHAT?” He whispers as he buries his nose and lips into your ear. “Fucking tell me what you want. Let me hear it.”

You reach up and gently palm the back of his neck, struggling to move smoothly as the quaking aches of pleasure and desire took over your body. “Ugh…please…please give it to me…”

You can’t believe you just said that…

He smirks. “Oh yeah baby…don’t worry, I’m going to.” He reaches beneath you to unzip his trousers when a sudden knock causes you both to pause.

His growl told you of anger and frustration as he bites down and grits a groan. His hands emerge up and grip your waist, slightly shifting you forward.

You whine out, begging for him to keep going. You cup his chin as you continued to melt against his chest, grabbing onto his free hand and resting it on your pelvis. “Please…please…Heeseung.”

What he wouldn’t give to satisfy you right now. Times like this, he truly sympathizes for you, and wanted nothing more than to give you everything you asked for. He gently takes your hand in his, causing you ti release his chin as he places a kiss on your forehead. “Shhh…I know baby. I know.”

He would have dismissed the person outside the door, instead, he mentally kicks himself in the ass. He was the one who summoned the curator to help translate the book after all.

“Hello, Mr. Lee. My name is Johnathan, I am the curator from the national library, we spoke on the phone. You stated you needed some assistance in translating some family artifacts?”

The young man was polite and well mannered, not at all losing composure, even after seeing you sitting on your husband’s lap, legs widespread. At least Heeseung reinstated the hem of your dress, layering it over the exposed parts. Maybe Johnathan was not at all familiar with the image of sexual desire, but it would otherwise seem quite obvious.

“I am sorry I’m late.” He states as he sets his briefcase on his lap, flipping the gold latches up.

“Not as sorry as I am right now…” Heeseung mutters against your ear, wincing as you admitted small and subtle waving motions at the hip, grinding against his groin. The pulse of desire hasn’t worn off inside you.

“What was that Sir?” Johnathan peeks up with a look of curiosity.

“N-nothing. What can you tell us about this?” Heeseung firmly wraps an arm around your waist as he leans forward, taking the book from your hand and passing it over. You whined as your body shifts forward from the leaned in motion. “Don’t worry…i’m never going to let you fall baby.” He whispers into your ear after taking notice of your hands gripping his thigh, halting the sliding of your rear on his lap. Meanwhile the curator remained completely oblivious as he closely admires the book. “Ah, the literature contains the ancient tongue that the Greeks used early on. It is most notably communicated by philosophers. Perhaps a well known philosopher drafted this.”

Johnathan examines each lettering and symbol, placing a magnifying device to study the engravings.

“Clan of Adam…interesting, I haven’t heard of them. Has your grandfather ever mentioned this clan to you before?” He speaks without lifting his head, keeping his eyes glued to the wooden frame.

“Maybe a couple times in reference to this heirloom.” Heeseung calmly fibs. If there was one thing you both agreed on, it was to keep your ancestries, and the knowledge of, a secret. Excluding the current lesson that was now being taught of course.

“Interesting. It says here that the clan were all male descendants of the first sons…sons of—“

“Alexander.” Heeseung calmly finishes as he pinches his grip, tightening his hold on your waist the moment he spoke out the name.

“Yes that’s correct. Alexander the Great, king of Macedonia.”

The curator continues to look over the slats, rotating the book as he studied the diagram of constellations and Greek symbols. “It says that the first sons of Alexander were hidden away in a monastery, many miles away from their kingdom. They were known as the first of the clan…says here they displayed inhuman abilities.”

Johnathan chuckles. “I see, this seems to be a book that contains speculation of fiction and fantasy. It talks about them battling mermaids—ah, sirens, as they are commonly referred in this book.”

Heeseung’s member twitches at the historical mentioning of your ancestors. You felt the snake-like feature of his size slithering and flickering under your thigh, causing you to gasp.

“This particular page goes into detail about the clans genealogy traits…saying that it derived from their grandfather.”

“Grandfather?” Heeseung raises a brow as he keeps his eye on the curator, yet shifts his mouth to place a kiss against your cheek upon hearing a small whine escape your lips.

“Yes sir…it says here that the late King of Macedonia and his wife, Olympias, was bedded by Zeus. This was recorded in private to a monk residing in the kingdom, and journaled after the king passed. Alexander took over the throne and was exposed to the secret of his origin, by his mother.”

The curator chuckles in disbelief. “Well that would explain why the clan could take down mermaids.” He laughs as he jests, little does he know that everything he had just relayed was whole-heartedly true.

Your eyes widen as he unveiled the truth behind the clans whereabouts. Descendants of Zeus? No wonder they held such tremendous power and combative abilities. They were commonly known as Spartans of the Sea.

Heeseung, being a former SWAT captain, eluded those traits. You’ve witnessed his training sessions he maintained simply for fun. The way he moved, the way he maneuvered in water, and his stamina…it was Godly.

Zeus…Zeus was the true father of Alexander…

“And the sirens were all daughters of —“

“Poseidon…” you calmly interject. Heeseung faintly smirks as he admires your side profile. “Yes ma’am, that’s correct. Have you both read this book?” The curator asks earnestly, subtly surprised by your perfect translation and knowledge of what was inscribed in the book.

“We looked it over prior to your arrival.” Heeseung states.

“Wow…so you both can read Ancient Greek?”

You both stayed silent as Johnathan’s innocent smile slowly fades. A moment of awkwardness fills the room. “Well…anyhow…there was a war between humanity and the sirens, and the godly descendants produced by Zeus engaged, becoming a formidable opponent to the sirens. In fact, it says here that the clan nearly wiped out the entire ocean of them, causing them to go nearly extinct.”

Heeseung taps against your thigh, vaguely whispering for you to stand just for a moment as he thanks the curator for his time.

“I’m sorry to tell you this book hardly exposes factual knowledge regarding your family, however, you’ll be pleased to know that it is a genuine artifact that is priceless. Should you ever care to get an appraisal, please do not hesitate to call us.”

“Without hesitation. Thanks.” Heeseung places the book to the side as he sees the young man out.

You sat by the window.

Descendants of Zeus…and Poseidon…you, and Heeseung.

He cups your cheek, gently forcing you to face him. “That pretty head of yours thinking about the history lesson we just got?” He smirks as he kneels down before you, reaching up as he strokes your hair. “All that talk about Gods and our lineage got me thinking baby…”

You gave an inquiring expression. “About what?” You calmly issue as he pulls you in for a kiss, never divulging an answer. “You’ll see.”

…………….

“Welcome to Brewery’s Coffee, what can I get for you?”

“Tall chocolate cream latte, and a venti Americano.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the name for the order?”

“Heeseung.”

The barista labels the cups. Handing the receipt, she admires the devastatingly handsome stranger as he walks to a table. Something catches her eye as she ogles his neckline. A small mark, looked to be of a tattoo, printed nicely and centered on the back of his neck. It was symbolic in nature, though she had absolutely no idea of what it entailed. “Do you see that?” She whispers to a fellow co-worker. They both admire the mark, when the latter recognized the main structure of the symbol.

“Oh! That’s the symbol for Pisces. The symbol represents commitment, and togetherness for eternity. I’m a Pisces myself, but I don’t know what that small symbol to the right of it is supposed to be.”

Heeseung takes a seat across from you, admiring how you sat patiently while he ordered the drinks. Not like you didn’t really have a choice, although now it seems he did manage to tame the shrew. You found yourself accepting the concept of belonging to him, especially after reading the history of his lineage.

Taking your hand in his, he rubs the back of your palm with his thumb. “You didn’t feel a thing, did you?”

You shook your head. “Me neither.”

Of course he wouldn’t. He’s too damn strong, some needle punctures would hardly faze him. You reach up and delicately smooth the tips over the back of your neck, yet couldn’t even feel your own phalanges as you attempted to search for it. He chuckles before reaching across the table. “Here.”

He takes your fingers and places it on a certain spot behind your neck. “Right there baby.”

You still couldn’t feel anything, other than the brush of his knuckles as he guides you to the matching mark. The sign of Pisces, with the respective symbols of the Gods that fathered both your ancestries. His, with Zeus, and yours with Poseidon.

Combined and side by side, it would form the Union of love…the love that he inherited for you…the love that you were forced to adapt to.

It was entirely his idea, of course. You recalled how he vividly told you of the theory in Zeus transforming Aphrodite and Eros into fish, paired together so that they may escape from the clutches of Typhon, the monstrous being. You laid on your stomach as the artist took his time to delicately outline the unique features of the custom symbolic nature of love and commitment.

After coffee, he brings you back home where he had every sense of focus to finish what was started earlier.

“Come here.” He gently calls to you as he flips two fingers up and flickers them, signaling for you to respond to his calling. His voice was tamed and gentle. So very calm and sensual.

You kneel before him as he took his seat, holding onto your hand. You lean forward in between his manspreading legs, guided by the subtle grip of your chin. He lures you directly to his bulge. “My woman…my life…my everything.”

You knew what he wanted, and you would never admit it aloud, but you wanted it too. The pains of yearning never left, it remained lodged deep inside your womb even after the curator left.

You unzip his trousers. It didn’t take long for him to whip out his cock, waving it in front of your face as if he was teasing you with it. Like quenching thirst, you caught the very tip of it with your parted lips, immediately swallowing as many inches as possible—and there were many. The man was gifted, such was expected as the descendant of a mighty God.

He groans out, holding the base of his shaft for you, while encouraging you to keep going. He collects your strands, and grips it in unison. Holding up your poneytail, there, in full view was the beautiful tattoo…his other half. Resting in the same spot as his, it nearly glows. He watches and maintains sight of it as you continue to bob for his girth.

“Thatta girl…keep going darling…get it while you can, I’m about to conquer you.”

You swipe your head up and down, motioning it with a sensual passion that could only be found in a love like this. One that was filled with so many contradictions, yet hold so much history. And with that history, came progression and transcendence. It was both frustrating and peaceful. Forceful, and yet consensual. It was…it was…

“Fuck! Get over here.”

“H-Heeseung!” You gasped outright as he used his god-like strength and lifts you up. He stands tall and straight, leaving you suspended in air against his chest as he grips your thighs, forcing you to straddle his groin. You hug his neck, embracing it against your breasts as you remain higher up while he cradles your rear, stabilizing his hold. Slowly…slowly, the moment you breached for all day, he finally inserts his stiffed muscle in between your slit. “Oh my God..!” You breathe out as he breaks you, inch by inch. The feeling was so different from the other day. This was different. The painful yearning that pounded your womb from within, sending tingles up your spine, and released a rushing flow of blood through your veins. All you could think about was being touched, being fucked, and being kissed over and over again, and he was the only one who could give it. The key to your release.

“Ah! P-please! Oh god please don’t stop!”

The very second he sat you against the hilt of his pelvic floor, he began thrusting at a phenomenal pace. God, was he perfect. He was so good, you just couldn’t contain yourself as it slipped…

“B-babe! Baby please!”

He pauses for just a second as he smirks against your neck. Did he just hear you call him ‘baby’?

He continues to grin as he slowly pumps up into you.

Realizing just what you had done, you found it useless to make excuses or to continue to fight it. Finally, after all that he’s done to trap and torment you mentally, he finally had you…all of you. You wave the white flag and surrendered. If it wasn’t in the endearing pet name that you sputtered out, it was in the tightening of your embrace as you pulled him close, thighs shaking and your derrière jiggling from the quivering jolts of pleasure…so good, it hurt like Hell.

“Say it again.” He snarls against your skin as he licks the underside of your chin. You shook your head, wincing your eyes as you refused initially, but he had his ways to make you give in.

One, two, three…no, four. Five! God…maybe it was twenty times, or more, he held you firmly and smacks his cock inside. It was brutally pleasing as he thrusts upwards, splattering the juices of his labor—and yours, everywhere. The offensive sound of his cock squeezing, squelching, and sliding in and out as his balls smack against your skin while he went in fast and hard, causing you to scream. Your mind blows away as you absorb his rhythm. “Ah! Fuck! Baby!”

There, he got what he wanted, and did he ever love it. He could hear you call him that, over and over again. And he did.

The undercarriage of your buttocks were painted with white, thick splatters of creamy and sticky fluids. The constant and solid tempo of his thrusts acted as a beater, stirring the semi-clear residue and turning it into a thicker consistency. A product of the love you both shared.

You scream out his name, gasping for air as the soft spot inside you releases, all thanks to the constant punching of his tip, and the pounding of his thick and lengthy cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, the overstimulation makes you beg for him to tone it down but he doesn’t.

“TAKE IT!!!” He yells out against your skin as he holds and squeezes your cheeks together, creating a bubbling image of skin and muscle as your derrière becomes abused by the harsh grip.

Shooting everything he’s got inside, he holds you steady, burying deep. Pelvis to pelvis, hilt to hilt, you feel the pressure of his grip holding you down against his groin. A few minutes of his cock pulsating, pumping, and pushing, he finally loosens his grip. You slide down, legs still grasping his waist as he embraces your waistline, tumbling back. Bringing you down with him, he lays next to you on the silky bedding.

You both lay, admiring each others glistening skin. The beads of sweat dripping down your foreheads, the heat exhausting from your breaths, and the panting and heaving of your chests.

He pushes the wet strands away from your brow, leaning in and kissing you so passionately, he would have done his deity ancestor proud.

“…I love you.” You mutter out, nearly shamelessly and defeatedly.

He smirks as he gulps down a subtle swallow, already knowing, just waiting for you to say it. “I know.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact, instead, you look away as he caresses your cheek, not minding the shyness you were displaying. “I could never be anything in life without you…daughter of the seven seas…you got me all to yourself. I live only for you.”

And with that, concluded this night, but birthed many more. This was only the beginning, what new life exists for you both? Now that you have each other…

And so the war between the Adams and Sirens came to an end, resulting in generations that mirrored the forbidden love between the two descendants. Mixing the bloodlines of Poseidon and Zeus, the clan formatted the ultimate beings, part God and part mortal. Despite the many rumors of the hostility the two parties initially held against each other, let it be known that no matter the history…no matter the bloodshed…by the prime example of sea maidens and sons of Alexander the Great, love conquers all.

@hoonieshoney and @sweeheehees 😏 they not cry or explode. Because I certainly almost did both when imagining heedam….BRO JUST TOPPED THE LIST.

[lqveharrington]

Favorite Surprise | A.W.

summary: You and Lana surprise Aaron when you come home from a doctor’s appointment.

pairing: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!reader

includes: fluff, pregnancy hormones, kissing

a/n: i love my blonde husband 🤍

When you were pregnant with Lana, you never felt the need to throw up in the mornings. You always felt light headed and tired, but you never felt the need to empty your stomach. You always thought throwing up was something that a mother had to go through when pregnant, but your case proved otherwise. When you and Aaron were worried about the situation, you went to the girls about it. They assured you that all was well with you and your child and that sometimes women don’t feel the need to throw up in the mornings. You and Aaron thought it was because you hated throwing up in general, so your mind automatically would never do it unless absolutely necessary.

However, you were thoroughly surprised when you threw up this morning the second you woke up. Aaron was shocked to say the least. He immediately came to your side and held back your hair while rubbing your back as you emptied the contents of your stomach in the toilet.

“Love, what did you eat last night?” He pushed your hair out of your face. His eyebrows were pushed together and his eyes were darting across your face. “Do you remember?”

You shake slowly, feeling a headache approaching. You grab on of his hands and squeeze it, feeling for the pulse. “I ate the same things you and Lana did.”

Aaron sighed and kisses your temple delicately, “Maybe it’s just a stomach bug, love.” He thumbed your hand softly as you flush the toilet. “You’re okay, it’s okay…” He helped you stand, grasping at your hands when you stumbled. “Do you want medicine?”

“Yes, please.” You lean against the sink, needing to rinse your mouth of the horrid taste.

As he left the bathroom — albeit checking you once more before leaving — you let your thoughts consume your mind.

It felt so horrible to throw up in the morning, and you were so glad your daughter didn’t have that effect on you when you still carried her. And your headache that throbbed your frontal lobe just made you more nauseous, but there wasn’t anything you could if it truly was a stomach bug. You would just have to let it pass.

Over the next few days, your nausea wasn’t relenting. You threw up more and more each day. Your mind was reeling at the constant battle of getting up every morning just to throw up. Fortunately, Aaron had been gracious enough to take care of business whilst you stayed home from work, trying to get better from whatever was causing your morning sickness.

You would out that the sickness would only last for the mornings and you would be fine the rest of the day. That meant, you were still able to make sure Lana got to school and back. But the mornings would completely tarnish your mood for the day.

For instance, today you were helping Lana with her breakfast when you ran to the bathroom to throw up. Of course — like the sweet angel she was — she brought you a cup of water to help soothe your throat. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew if she saw you in a distressed state that she had to help.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” She sat on the tiled floor beside you, rubbing your hand in confusion and slight distress. “You’re throwing up a lot now.”

You give her a weak smile and run your fingers through your hair, flushing the toilet. “I’m not sure, baby. I think I have to go to your Aunt’s workplace to check it out.”

“Are you sick?” Lana touched your cheek, something she gained from you and Warner when checking her temperature.

The look in your eyes softened at her action, “Maybe.” You squeeze her hand in reassurance. “But right now, you need to get to school, little miss.”

Like always, you drove Lana to school and pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek before waving her off, smiling as her blonde curls bounced with each step. You sighed softly and drove home. You called the girls on the way home and scheduled an appointment after you picked Lana up from school. They told you that your sickness was definitely not something to worry about.

When she hung up, you called Aaron and informed him of your appointment, allowing him to know that you were going to finally understand what was happening.

“Aaron?” You ask softly as the ringing stops, making you look down at your phone.

You heard shuffling coming from his side before he responded. “Yes, love?” He shifted around some more before speaking again. “Is something wrong?”

You put the car in park and sit idly in the leather seat, massaging your stomach carefully. “I made an appointment with one of the girls. I’m heading to their place after I pick Lana up from school today.” You rub your forehead again, “I’m tired of not knowing what’s happening to me.”

It gets quiet between you two before you pick up Aaron’s voice again, noticing the hesitation underlying the question. “You don’t think you’re pregnant, right? I mean, the girls said morning sickness is usually paired with pregnancy.”

The moment he mentions pregnancy, you think about your symptoms. Sure, you had similar symptoms when you were pregnant with Lana, but you didn’t think throwing up would ever be part of it because of your daughter. You spin your engagement and wedding rings, thinking about the possibility. You wouldn’t be mad at the idea. In fact, you would be elated yet heavily surprised.

“I… I don’t want to rule it out, I should say.” You murmur and move to get out of the car. You rub your stomach subconsciously at the thought. “I’ll let you know what happens.”

You and Lana patiently sat on the examination table, waiting for one of the girl’s to enter. She was telling you all about her day in preschool as you ran your fingers through Lana’s blond hair. She was in the middle of telling you what happened during recess when Sara walked in. Well, her godmother.

“Aunt Sara!” Lana giggled and hugged her aunt’s legs in excitement. She tugged on Sara’s white coat, bringing her closer to you. “Will you help mommy feel better?”

Sara looked down at her goddaughter and rubbed her cheek, “Of course. I’ll do anything to help your mommy.”

You mouthed sorry to her at Lana’s unexpected behavior before smiling. “Sorry for the rushed appointment. I just need to know what’s going on with me right now.”

“No need to apologize.” She helped Lana up onto the table and squeezed your arm in comfort. “Sonya said that if our powers don’t work, it might be something different. We have to run a few tests to be sure.”

Although you trusted Sara with all your heart, you were nervous. What if they were dealing with something new and couldn’t heal you? What if the tests say something horrid? What if—

“Have you tried testing to see if you’re pregnant yet?” Sara tapped her pen on the clipboard, reading your symptoms. “Morning sickness is common with pregnancy.”

You shake your head as you look over at Lana who was reading a book far advanced for someone her age. “Aaron thought the same thing… I thought that it couldn’t be because I didn’t throw up when I was with Lana.”

Sara felt your forehead slightly for any odd temperatures, “It’s always a possibility.” She glanced at your daughter before looking back at you with a newfound interest. “Why don’t you take a test here? We’ll run it for you before we try any other testing incase you may be pregnant.”

You flush red, “Uhm…” You watch as she moves to grab a cup and hands it to you. Looking around, you point down to the cup. “Do I just…?”

“Yup.” She gave you a humorous smile. “This could’ve been avoided if you took a test at home, love.”

Lana whipped her head up at the nickname as you moved to head to the bathroom. “Aunt Sara! You can’t call mommy love! Only daddy is allowed to call her that.” She glared at her godmother, making you stifle a laugh as Sara looked at her with wide eyes.

Sara raised her hands slowly and played into Lana’s thoughts, “Sorry, I won’t do it again!”

Your smile softens as you think about your life with Lana and Aaron. You thought it was impossible to love one person so much. But then Lana came into your life and you found it impossible to share your infinite love with the both of them. Truly, your heart was so full when it came to those two. From the second you met Aaron and the second you met your child, you were too far gone to see how madly in love you were with them and how you hold do anything to protect them.

When you returned with the cup, it seemed as if Lana made up with Sara as she spoke about her school day animatedly. You handed Sara the cup carefully and sat next to Lana, letting her climb into your lap.

Sara capped the cup before grabbing her clipboard and smiling at the both of you. “I’ll be back shortly.” She gave you one reassuring smile before leaving.

You ran your fingers through Lana’s blonde hair for a minute before she spoke up, curious to why you handed her godmother a cup of something.

“What is she gonna do with the cup, mommy?” Lana looked up at you with her bright green eyes, playing with your rings.

“She’s going to test if mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.” You respond softly and kiss her cheek. You watch as her mind processes the information.

“Really?” Her eyes shined brightly before confusion took over. “Wait, how would a baby get into your tummy?”

“Well we don’t know if—“

Sara rushed in the room with a smile on her face, handing you a paper. You took the paper gently and read its contents, eyes widening as Lana gave you another curious stare.

“You’re pregnant!”

You nod softly, hand going to your stomach in joy. “Oh my god…” You look up at Sara before looking back at your daughter. “Oh my god, I’m pregnant.”

Lana squirmed in your lap, not liking that she didn’t understand what was happening. “So… There’s a baby in your tummy?”

You nod again and kiss her cheek over and over again. “That’s exactly what being pregnant means, sweet angel.”

The second you parked the car and unlocked the manor’s doors, Lana came running into the halls, her voice echoing through the gigantic space. “Daddy, we’re home!” She giggled as she held a crème envelope in her arms, looking back to see you walking behind her. “Daddy?”

Aaron responds from his office down the hall, eyes darting across the many papers surrounding his desk. “I’m in here, angel!” His eyes snap up as he hears Lana burst through his office doors, practically bouncing off the walls with how much energy she had. “Did you have too much sugar?” He teased as she smiled up at him, leaning back in his chair. “Why are you so hyper?”

“Because mommy—“

You cover her mouth and shush her. You stifle another laugh at her muffled protests, rounding around the desk to press a loving kiss to Aaron’s lips. He smiled into the kiss and chased after your lips when you parted.

Snapping out of his daze, he raised a brow in your direction. “What was that for?”

“The kiss or this?” You gesture to your daughter licking your hand in silent protest for being shushed.

He shrugged as he took your other hand and guided you to sit on the desk in front of him. “Both.”

You blow him an air kiss and sit on the desk, releasing Lana from your hand and wiping it on your sweater. “I’ll let Lana tell you since she was about to spoil the surprise we had for you.”

The young girl immediately climbed into her father’s lap, holding a pretty envelope in front of his face. “This is from Aunt Sara!” Lana looked back at you and giggled, making you shush her again.

Aaron gives you a curious glance before opening the envelope. When he pulled a paper out, he was slightly confused before flipping it over. It was a sonogram. At first he thought it was an old one of Lana when she was still in you before he glanced at the date in the corner and the small dot in the middle of the picture.

Lana looks back at you again as she saw her father’s reaction change. You nod and Lana grins widely, “Surprise!”

You meet Aaron’s eyes as he looks up at you, tears in his own eyes as you say softly, “Surprise!”

Aaron smiles back at you and holds Lana steady in his arms. He moves to stand in between your legs and bends to meet you in a mind searing kiss, making you squeal in surprise. He separates and rests his forehead on yours, “You’re pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant.” You cup his cheek as he kisses you again and again. You hum and continue, “And I definitely think it’s a boy because of how many times I’ve thrown up.”

He chuckles and continues peppering your mouth in kisses, “Oh god, you’re pregnant.” He shuts his eyes softly before opening them again, giving you more kisses. “I couldn’t love you more

Lana pouts as she doesn’t receive attention from either parents. She taps her father’s cheek, snapping him out of his small spell. “Daddy.”

“Yes, baby?” He parts from your lips and adjusts his daughter in his arms, putting her in between the both of you.

She smiles again when she realizes she has both yours and Aaron’s attention. “Did you like the surprise we had for you?”

“My favorite surprise ever.” He kissed her cheeks as she laughs. “I’m so happy. I’m so happy for mommy. And I’m so happy for you, Lana. You’ll be a big sister.”

“I am happy. I am very happy.” She nods as she processes his words before touching your belly softly. “And I think the baby will be happy too.”

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[lykaios2]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

I wake up in the night alot and struggle to get back to sleep unless rock myself like a damn baby.

So what about a one shot where reader is napping on rise donnie lap while he works and they wake up and get restless trying to get back to sleep so he rocks his chair back and forth so help them!

your idea has been heard

I decided to keep this one short, I didn't think it needed a super long story

anyway here you go! hope you enjoy

Like a Mother to a Child

rise donnie x reader

cw: sweet adorableness

word count: 826

It was another peaceful night in the lab. There was very little noise, which was a true rarity in the Hamato household. Everyone was doing their own thing, except for you and Donnie. Donnie enjoyed it when the lair was quiet, and he said enjoyed it even more when you were there with him. There were a lot of reasons he enjoyed your company, but it was mainly so he had someone to talk to who he knew would actually listen.

You were in his lab, laying on the floor while he rambled on about his newest invention. It was a sort of win-win situation for you two, he got to tell you all about his work, and you got to relax and listen to him talk. Even though you didn’t always understand what he was talking about, you thought it was cute the way he would talk and talk about his passions without a care in the world.

“…and so when you connect the transformer here, it runs the power to here, which allows the computer to…”

“Interesting. yawns Man, I’m kinda tired. It’s so quiet, I’m starting to fall asleep.”

“Oh? Why don’t you lay somewhere else? The floor can’t be comfortable.”

“Yeah, it’s not so fun when you’re trying to sleep. Would you mind…if I sat on your lap while you worked? It would help me sleep.” He chuckled.

“Sure, darling. Come here.”

You got up from the floor and stretched before walking over to his chair and settling yourself comfortably in his lap. He smiled and kissed your forehead before returning to his work. He continued to talk, but softer now that he knew you were trying to sleep. Almost in a whisper, but not quite. As you started to fall asleep in his lap, you snuggled close to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. Every minute you sat there, you came closer to sleep. Donnie’s quiet voice, the noises he made while he worked, and even the soft and gentle rhythm of his heartbeat all came together to create this perfectly calm and relaxing environment. Before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep slumber. Donnie only figured this out himself when he tried to talk to you, but didn’t receive an answer. He only smiled again and kept working.

He worked long into the night, trying his best not to wake you up. You slept peacefully, never letting go of him. Everything was going well, until he dropped something big on the floor. The noise woke you up, much to Donnie’s dismay.

“…hm? What…what was that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry my love, I dropped something on the floor. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“…mmm, s’kay. I’m jus’ gon’ go back to sleep…”

“Of course, good night.”

You snuggled up to Donnie again, expecting to fall back asleep quickly. You were tired, so you started to get a little frustrated when 20 minutes passed by and you still hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You tried blocking out noises. You tried humming to yourself. You tried different positions, trying to get comfortable. But nothing was working.

“You okay, y/n? You’re a little restless.”

“Yeah, I just…can’t seem to fall asleep again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That was my fault, I didn’t mean to.”

“No no, it’s okay. You don’t need to blame yourself.”

“Well, it’s still my fault, and I feel a little bad. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Uhm…I don’t know. I don’t really have anything to help me fall asleep.”

“Hmm. Oh, there is one thing that used to help me fall asleep. We could try that.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Here, get up for a second if you can.”

You got up from his lap, and he moved in his chair. He beckoned you back, this time holding you like a mother holds a small child. When you sat down, he started to rock his chair back and forth.

“What am I, a four year old?”

“Hey, be quiet. You can’t fall asleep if you’re talking, dum-dum.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up.”

He continued to rock back and forth in his chair, slowly, back and forth. You were laying your head on his chest, so he was able to watch as your eyelids slowly started to shut.

“Hmm, this is nice.”

“See, it’s not so terrible. Is it helping at all?”

“Mhm…I think I might be able to fall asleep again. Just…hold me…and keep rocking…”

“Heh, okay love. Just for you.”

Donnie continued to rock his chair, and hold you close to him. Your eyes eventually shut all the way. It was so comfortable, you could just…fall asleep right there…

“y/n? y/n? Ah, I suppose you’ve fallen asleep by now. Well then, good night. Again.”

He gave you one more kiss on your forehead before laying back and falling asleep himself, with you in his arms.

[fe-fictions]

Okay I stg I've sent this last year and that tumblr is eating my prompts but can I have Jakob fretting over his newly pregnant wife? 💜 Like he's worried to death but she's assuring him she's fine and not to worry as she goes through the normal pregnancy symptoms.

(I'm alive!! I'm on vacation this week so I swore to myself I'd get some good writing in...especially since I can't tire myself out drawing with my tablet being at home LOL - enjoy some pure Jakob fluff!!)

Jakob was always a worrier. When it came to his wife, it was perhaps impossibly more true. After all, he was your loyal butler first, then your retainer, and then…somehow, inexplicably, he became your husband.

But now he’d really done it. You were pregnant with his child. Jakob had been rotating between feelings of joy and panic throughout the last three months.

Now that you were entering your second trimester, it only seemed to increase.

“Are you absolutely certain that this is supposed to happen??” He asked from the end of the bed, fluffing the pillow that your feet hovered just over, patiently. “Because I am beginning to suspect that this swelling is far from the normal amount!”

You just shook your head and smiled, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows deepen by the second.

“Yes, my love, I am positive. I am a trained cleric, after all. As soon as we got married I made sure to review all the medical journals regarding pregnancy that the Outrealm has to offer…since I had a feeling you’d be a little on edge.”

“I am not ‘on edge’, I am simply concerned for the health of my wife and child. I do not think it is out of the range of normal behavior, given the circumstances.”

“It wouldn’t be, if you worried a normal amount.” You corrected him, which earned a rather pouty frown from your beloved.

“Please, milady, I am worried exactly the amount that I should be. Perhaps you are the one who is not worried enough.” He gingerly lowered your feet to the bed, holding your ankles as though they were made of glass. 

“Because I know that getting some swelling during my pregnancy is perfectly normal. My body is changing to accommodate the little butler I’m growing.”

“Little what?” He glanced at you again, a tinge of color on his cheeks. “You’re surely not referring to our baby as a ‘little butler’, are you?”

“I mean, I’m sure he’ll take after his father.” You shrugged, sharp little canines protruding from your smile. “Do you think he won’t be good enough to earn the honorable title of butler, as you did?”

“First of all, where is this ‘he’ nonsense coming from? It’s far too early to know the sex of the child.”

“I just have a feeling.”

“Right. Of course. A feeling.” He clicked his tongue, “And secondly, our child could not be a butler at any point in his life as he will be the son of a princess and a newly appointed duke; it would be untoward of him to take the position of a commoner.”

“You’ve only been a duke since we’re married, though. I don’t mind the thought of him growing up more humbly.”

“I think you’re simply exhausted and you’re rambling.” He sighed, “Unless you’re seriously considering just abdicating the throne and living a humble life in the countryside. I think you’d be far too restless for such a thing.”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe once all this excitement is over, we ought to retire from the bustle of the noble world. I can’t imagine it’d be any more intriguing than living peacefully in the countryside. If the drama and ‘excitement’ comes from politics and gossip, I’d rather not bother.”

“I understand what you mean. It has never been of particular interest to me, either.” Jakob said as he prepared a fresh brew of peppermint tea. “But it is far too early to think about such things. Besides, I’m sure your siblings will need your guidance once this whole Valla business is taken care of.”

“Maybe so…” You hummed as you rested your hand on your growing bump, leaning back into your pillows. 

Jakob finished the tea for you in no time at all, passing a cup and saucer over to you.

“But I would not wish to simply dismiss your desires. If you want to retire after this is all over and live peacefully, I would be delighted to follow. Just as I have since you first saved me.”

“Oh, Jakob. You’re always ready with the right things to say, aren’t you?” You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit beside you on the bed. “I suppose you’re right, though. Let’s worry about one thing at a time; which at this point, I believe is debating exactly how healthy you think I am.”

“Which is not as healthy as you could be; we can always improve your physical state while you’re carrying the baby! And we’ll start with this tea; it’ll ease the swelling quicker, and prevent nausea should you feel uneasy while you’re resting.”

“Thank you, my dearest worrywart.” You giggled behind the cup, hiding your ever-mischievous grin when he glared at you.

“If you do not cease this teasing, I will not stay and dote on you a moment longer.”

“Oh, come now.” You reached for his hand again, squeezing it gently. “Itis only because I find your endless worrying adorable; I cannot help but tease those I love. Surely you know this by now!”

“It does not mean I must be here to suffer it.” He huffed, but lowered his head just the same, touching his forehead to yours. “Unless you are prepared to face the consequences, of course.”

“Perhaps I am,” You challenged, bumping your nose against his. “Bring it on.”

“Very well,” He kissed you then, surprisingly deep and loving in spite of the annoance glimmering in his eyes. 

He brought his hands up to hold your face, nearly spilling the tea you barely clung to in your lap.

“Jakob, wait the tea-”

“The consequences, my love.” He reminded you breathlessly, moving to hift over you in bed.

“Darling, I dont think you’ll want to ‘punish me’ in tea covered bedding, let alone atempt to wash the stains out of it later.”

“...Hm. No, you make a good point. Give me that, please.” He took the cup from you, all but tossing it onto the bedside table before he captured you in his embrace once more.

He was so grateful that he could hold you in his loving embrace despite your being pregnant. The fact that said intimacy was actively encouraged during it was even more delightful for the butler.

While he worried about potentially straining you or harming you in some way, you would always work quickly to dispel his fears.

Which would usually be followed by an urgent makeout session much like this one.

And of course, neither one of you were complaining.

[imagineanime2022]

Kids

Kalluto Zoldyck X Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 630

Requested: Anon

Request: Hii, if you write for Kalluto, could you make an angst to fluff scenario with reader who's a sort of mother figure to him? Like maybe kalluto had a nightmare or he's just really frustrated about something and the reader comforts him?♡ that poor baby doesn't get enough attention or love :((( thanks❤️

Kalluto had been with the Phantom Troupe for a little while now, that was where he met you, the kindest person that he had ever met, you were gentle with everyone that you met and encouraged everyone. Kalluto found himself growing close to you, he’d find himself standing behind your legs and looking to you when he did something noteworthy and you would always have some kind of praise ready for him.

You noticed that Kalluto was very independent for his age, more grown up and detached then most and it wasn’t because of his occupation as an assassin. You noticed that he seemed to have given up on the idea of even being noticed which in all honesty confused you because his ability and his skill deserved all the praise in the world especially at his age.

It had been at least a couple of months, you had all been unbothered after the incident with the Chimera Ants but after all that Kalluto seemed a little standoffish then before, you had given him some time usually he’d come to you if he had a question but this time it was almost like the problem was with you.

This was the 2nd night of him keeping his distance so when it came time to eat you walked over to him with his food and sat next to him. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, passing him to food that you had brought over. “Nothing.” He answered, it almost seemed like a habit, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing, seems like something is bothering you.” You informed him as you leaned back in your seat. “You know you can tell me if something is wrong, I won’t tell anyone, I might even be able to help.” “I just don’t understand.” He muttered. “Don’t understand what?” You asked. “Why do I like it here more?” He answered. Your eyes widened not because of what he had said but the meaning behind it, you glanced around the abandoned building that the group had claimed as their own while you thought about your answer. “More than home?” You asked, he nodded almost as if he couldn’t say it out loud. “What’s different?” “Different?” He asked. “I guess I matter here.” “You don’t matter at home?” You asked. “Mum and Dad are more focused on my older brother.” He answered. “Killua left a while ago, they haven’t been able to get him to come home, no matter how hard they try.” “So no one is really paying much attention to you?” You asked. “Not really.” He answered, the way that he spoke he was vulnerable. This was the first time that you had heard him sound like a child, sound is age. You reached over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “It will never be wrong to want someone to see you.” You informed him “as long as you are here, you will have my full attention.” He seemed to relax into your side as you pat his head softly. “I’m sure that no ones ever told you this either but you are way better at everything that you do, than anyone else at your age. I promise you that you’ll show everyone and I’ll be there every step of the way, if you want me there.” You said. “You promise?” He asked. “I promise.” You nodded. “And the rest of them will look after like you’re their own, unless you give them reason not to.” “Thank you.” He said softly and you winked. “Nothing to thank me for.” You leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his forehead “now eat up we’ve got work to do tomorrow.”

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[ellies-mullet]

Give the Girl a Gun

Desc: Joel gives his little girl a lesson in shooting a gun.

Warnings: Mentions of gun use, literal gun use, mentions of loss and death

Notes: This is absolute SHITTT but I wanted to put out something. This is part of my dad!Joel series so yayyy a new addition to the story. I wrote this months ago and it's kind of a quick read but... enjoy nonethess.

New Joel x Reader fic coming this week though *wink.*

There was a particular day where Joel was sitting on his worn in sofa

It was an unusually sweltering and humid day and the cheap AC unit in Joel's apartment had been out since last week

Although he had sent in a request to get it fixed, no one had been sent just yet

He was majorly pissed about this

Joel was so worried about you overheating in your sleep

He would have nightmares of him finding your little body stiff in the morning

The mere thought of another loss, especially you, made Joel’s chest tighten by the second

So for now, Joel had made sure to keep towels soaked with cold water on hand to place on you while you slept

He would even place them in the shitty freezer he had to make sure they stayed cold(Tess had actually come up with this one)

As much as Joel worried about whether or not he was a good father, it was clear he was the best you could have had

Despite the fact that Joel was clearly a good and caring father, he tried his best not to baby you too much

He didn’t use babytalk, he spoke to you with “regular” words in his regular voice

He was a no bullshit dad

There was no point in shielding you from the dangers in the world when those dangers wouldn’t take two seconds to shoot or bite you

To Joel, if you were going to survive this world, you couldn’t be a “normal” child and you couldn’t have a normal childhood

He couldn’t raise you like he had raised Sarah.

There was only so much cold towels could fix

Before you were even born, Joel was already planning on teaching you how to protect yourself

While it pained him to think about, he knew that he wouldn't be able to protect you forever

Whether that be because he was bit or of natural causes, he simply wouldn’t always be there

And as he watched you play with your toys on the floor in front of him, giggling and rambling to yourself, he assured himself that he would be doing the right thing by teaching you how to protect yourself

Just in case.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

“Alright now… first thing you gotta know is to never put your finger on the trigger unless you’re gonna take the shot.”

Your little arms held up Joel’s own revolver, eyes trained on the three glass bottles placed a little more than ten feet away

As Joel gave you directions on how to handle the gun, your big, sweet eyes would glance up at him, looking for assurance and validation

Joel wiped the sweat off his brow before asking you to line up the gun with the bottle in the middle

You nervously did as you were instructed, your heart beating quickly

Joel placed his hand on your back gently to calm you down

“This is just practice, honey. No need to be perfect.”

“I’m right here. Don’t be afraid of the gun.”

You missed three times

But eventually, you hit the bottle

Joel felt a sense of pride watching you as you took your finger off the trigger and lowered the gun

You spoke excitedly and with giddy, so proud of yourself for hitting the bottle

Joel had you shoot a few more times and you shot with more and more accuracy

Onlookers that passed the alley where you were practicing looked on with dismay 

Someone as young as you probably shouldn’t be holding a gun

Joel could understand

As much as he felt pride looking down at you holding his revolver, he couldn’t help but feel a piece of his soul break away

His baby

His child

His daughter

You were growing up too quickly

Quicker than you should’ve

But Joel would rather be safe than sorry.

[loliflwrs]

Teen reader when they realize Valeria's real job-

"Wait- Somos los malos?"

Valeria Garza Realization HCS

sorry!! enjoyyy😘

you’re Valerias adopted child

she was still serving in the military when she found you, you were only a little baby

her baby

meaning she protects you and hides you from anything

like you’re living in a cardboard box sheltered from everything

years passed she’s already in the head position of the cartel and your kept in your room unless she says otherwise

your only allowed in the kitchen, private living room area, and your room so it gets lonely

with a bright idea you decide to escape, she always keeps the door locked so you get one of the credit cards she gave you to budge it open rich

as you walk around you find men with huge weapons and rectangular packages

you decide to go back to your room and ask her about it later

when Valeria comes up to wish you goodnight you break it to her

shes angry you left but looks a little relieved too

she tells you whats actually going on and honestly you get really upset

she understands but she reassures you that your safe

“You’ll get used to it, cariño.”

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Turtles Chat

Buck: EDS! HEY HEY EDS!

Bobby: Buck, this is the group chat

Buck: I know but he’s not answering me in our chat or my phone calls and Chris’ phone is off

Hen: maybe because it’s 8:45am after 3 nights of 7-7 shifts

Buck: but the turtles!

Bobby: turtles?

Buck: yes, the turtles! 🐢

Hen: Bobby, why’re you humoring him?

Buck: because Bobby knows how excited Christopher is to see the baby turtles at the aquarium! We have to get there at 10am when tickets go on sale

Hen: ever hear of buying things online?

Buck: you can’t! And they need to come with me cause the turtle exhibit opens at 10:15

Buck: will you guys please call and text Eddie too???

Chim: No

Buck: if you’re nice I’ll bring my niece too 😇

Chim: Eddie, wake up so Uncle Buck can bring your son and my daughter to see the turtles

Hen: what if my kids or Bobby’s kids wanted to go???

Buck: it’s family day

Chim: yeah Hen duh it’s family day 🤪

Hen: if Eddie is family we’re all family

Bobby: I tried calling Eddie, he didn’t answer me either

Buck: see! I told you, he sleeps like the dead, like me if you will 💀

Bobby: stop joking about being dead Buck

Buck: what’s the point of living if I can’t joke about dying

Chim: maybe Denny should call Chris on the Xbox, he’ll answer for his video game friends

Hen: don’t bring my child into this

Buck: yes! Please Hen! Have Denny go and see if Chris is on, it’s Saturday morning and his dad is asleep, he’s definitely taking advantage of that

Chim: I texted Denny, said he’s playing games with Chris

Buck: Hen! Hen! Henrietta my favorite, please go talk to Chris and have him wake up his dad, promise him pancakes

Chim: Denny says he won’t tell Chris unless he also gets to see the turtles

Bobby: but it’s family day for Eddie, Buck, and Chris

Chim: Denny says he also wants pancakes and for his mom to be Buck’s slave for a day

Buck: HEN HEN I NEED YOU, PLEASE HEN, THE BABY TURTLES 🐢

Hen: Calm down Turtle boy, Chim didn’t text Denny, Denny is asleep in his bed like I’d like to be

Buck: … this is about THE TURTLES. we need to actually talk to one of them

Bobby: why don’t you just go over there?

Buck: if I drive there and back it will take too long, they need to meet me at the aquarium

Buck: I’ve checked Instagram, there’s already a line for tickets, the turtles are a BIG DEAL

Hen: fine, I’ll call Eddie

Buck: HENRIETTA WILSON YOU ARE THE BEST

Hen: dammit he’s not answering his home phone either, has anyone ever heard his answering machine

Chim: hahahaha yes, last time I left a message on that thing I had to click five different buttons, it’s set up like an office phone, different extensions for him, Chris, and Buck

Buck: home phone?

Hen: you didn’t know Eddie has a landline?

Chim: yes Buck, back in the Stone Age we had wired phones

Bobby: but you’re an option on the answering machine?

Chim: CODEPENDENT

Hen: I need the telephone gods to smile down on me as I make this next phone call and let Eddie wake up, I need to sleep

Bobby: if he hasn’t woken up by now I don’t think there’s a chance

Buck: Bobby! don’t say that, we need to see the turtles!!!

Ravi: why don’t you check location sharing? Maybe he’s not home and his phone is still on silent from being on shift

Buck: great idea! See guys, this is being helpful

Hen: you think mr hates technology has location sharing on?

Ravi: you think he’d know how to turn that default setting off?

Chim: we’ve all been calling him and being helpful, I take offense turtle boy

Buck: Ravi, you’re the best!

Hen: oh thank god, you found Eddie?

*15 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck did you reach Eddie?

*10 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck, it’s almost 10am, and you are the reason I could not sleep, did you guys get in line for the damn turtle tickets?

*20 minutes pass*

Hen: after all that I didn’t even get to know if you saw the turtles?!

Eddie: (image of Buck, Chris and Jee with baby turtles)

Buck: 🐢🐢🐢

Bobby: have a fun family day!

Hen: Eddie, why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone???

Eddie: I left it in Buck’s jeep when he dropped me off after our shift

Hen: I have no words

Buck: 😇 🐢

For @professionalprocrastinator22 and the fun real life phone tag her family played about turtles that inspired this. And for @gravelyhalversobbing and her love of turtles.

[brunette-barbie4562]

Uncharted (Duff McKagan X OC fic)

Summary: Unsure of her next steps in life, Carreen Joy "CJ" Thompson finds herself taking a job working under the Guns N' Roses bassist Duff McKagan during the Not in the Lifetime... Tour. She faces the fast-paced and foreign world of rock n' roll, touring, and groupies, as well as blossoming taboo feelings for her boss.

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Trigger warnings: Sex, mentions of drug use, mentions of child abuse/neglect

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11

March 2018

Mindy’s House / Redding, California

CJ woke up abruptly, eyes wide open and scanning her bedroom. It was Saturday morning, the clock read 8:12 A.M. She turned to see Jess lying next to her, facing away and still asleep. It had been the soundest sleep CJ had had in a long time. She always slept better with someone next to her. While she felt well rested, the abruptness in which she had awoken was odd. She was always slow to wake, unless she had had a nightmare. She slowly sat up and quickly realized what had brought her out of sleep. There was a familiar but strong and unpleasant odor permeating the room. She started to gag and got up to find the source of the smell. She pulled open her bedroom door, the stench hitting her twice as hard.

She pulled her shirt up over her nose and quickly walked to the kitchen, the sound of sizzling increasing. Michelle stood facing the stove, cooking something in a pan. She heard CJ walk in and turned to her, spatula in hand.

“Morning,” said Michelle, “Want some bacon?” She moved aside to reveal several strips of bacon cooking on the pan. CJ had never minded bacon; she’d typically eat it if it was being made but she didn’t go out of her way to have it. The smell had never affected her in the way that it was in that moment. She wanted to ask Michelle to stop cooking it and open all the windows.

“I’m good,” she said, backing away into the hallway. When she returned to her bedroom, she quickly began to open all the windows. As she was doing so, Jess sat up in the bed.

“Is that bacon?” asked Jess, picking up on the scent still wafting in from the kitchen.

“It is,” said CJ, “And the smell is killing me.”

“Baby doesn’t like bacon?”

“Apparently not,” said CJ, standing by the window to get fresh air.

“Well, get dressed and we’ll head to the diner for breakfast.” There was a small cozy diner five minutes away from Mindy’s house that she and Jess frequented back in their college days.  

They got dressed to go and twenty minutes later, they were walking into the small diner. The smell of freshly brewing coffee and cinnamon rolls cleansed CJ of any leftover discomfort from the bacon scent that had nauseated her that morning. They slid into a booth in the back corner of the room.

“I won’t order anything with bacon,” said Jess with a small smile, picking up the menu. After they had ordered, CJ shrugged her jacket off in the booth and settled in.

“So, when are you gonna start your house or apartment hunt?” asked Jess. They had never finished their conversation last night before they had passed out.

“As soon as I can,” said CJ. “I figured I’d start searching around online for places up for rent. I only have so much time before it’ll become obvious,” She lightly touched her stomach. “I’ve also thought about going back to school, but I don’t think it’ll be realistic for awhile now. I can’t enroll in the fall with a newborn and there aren’t any schools around here with the program I’d need.”

“I’d say you could come stay with me,” said Jess, “There’s probably a school in Portland that has what you’re looking for. But I’m still in that little one bedroom.” CJ paused thoughtfully, thinking about her potential options.

“I have a nest egg I was gonna use for school, but I’ll need it for the baby and living expenses. If I get a place around here and stay for a year or two and continue to work, I can save up a bit more for a move and school expenses. But I’d still have to find a job that paid enough to cover daycare and living costs wherever I ended up.” said CJ. “I think I’m gonna get a second job now at night and save up faster.”

“Just don’t overdo it,” said Jess.

“I could do waitressing again, like I did in college. Tips were always great,” she said, her mind drifting to all of the restaurants with ‘help wanted’ signs in the windows of downtown Redding.

“I still think you should go after him for support, make him give you one of his houses,” said Jess. CJ zoned out as she sipped on her water, thinking back several months ago to when she and Duff stayed at his condo in Hawaii.

“I really don’t know how to pick a good one can I?” she said with a small laugh, thinking of her short but shitty list of past relationships.

“We all make mistakes,” said Jess. “Don’t punish yourself.”

“The terrible part is I still miss him, even if I don’t want to.”

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May 2017

Four Seasons Hotel Ritz Lisbon

CJ looked over the small chalkboard menu of gelato that stood leaned up against the large cart, knowing that she was already going to pick chocolate. She stood behind Tate, who was placing his own order. She took her wallet out of her pocket, pulling out a few Euros to pay with.

“It’s on me,” said Tate, pulling out his own wallet. CJ awkwardly shoved her wallet back in her pocket and took her cup of chocolate gelato from the attendant. Tate looked around, in search of the others.

“Let’s go sit and wait,” said Tate, gesturing to a small park across the street. They took a seat on one of the benches. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm with a slight breeze.

“So, tell me more about yourself,” said Tate, watching her dig into her cup of gelato. “Where are you from?” She looked up at him, suddenly self-conscious about being watched by him while she ate. She was momentarily mesmerized by his bright blue eyes before speaking up.

“Redding, California,” said CJ, “What about you?”

“Pheonix, Arizona originally,” said Tate, “Then my family moved to Pittsburgh when I was a teenager, and I moved back west as an adult to LA. I’ve been living in LA for years,” said Tate.

“Hey, I spent some time in Pennsylvania as a kid,” said CJ.

“Where at?” She paused, feeling like she had overshared.

“I actually don’t remember, somewhere in the mountains,” she said. Her time in Pennsylvania had been brief, but painful. She had not met very many people there and largely had no positive connections. The majority of people that she did meet were random adults that came to the house to buy drugs. She stayed out of their way, always anticipating that they’d have poor intentions. However, there had been a couple of adults that had taken pity on her and tried to help.

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The summer of 1997 was coming to a close. It was evident that school was back in. As CJ sat on a fallen tree behind her house, she watched a big yellow school bus drive by, going around the bend of the road and disappearing into the trees as it rode on. She hopped down and began to follow the thin path through the bushes that she had blazed over the time she had been living there. A chill blew through the forest, making her shiver in her thin T-shirt and shorts. She didn’t want summer to end. She wanted it to be warm all of the time, so that her bedroom would never get cold. Sometimes at night, she’d sneak downstairs and sit in front of her mother’s space heater that she kept running in her and Stephen’s bedroom.

The trail came to an end and opened up to a large creek, where she often spent her time wading barefoot or looking at the small creatures that populated the water and the surrounding flora. She looked back, her house far behind her now, no longer visible through the trees. She occasionally thought about running away. She could run all the way back to her aunt’s house in California. But it seemed like a daunting journey. She needed a car to get there and an adult to drive. It would have to be a good adult, someone who wouldn’t hurt her. And in her short life experience, those were uncommon.

CJ turned back to face the creek, waiting for her friend to emerge from the trees. A friend. Her new and only friend. A few weeks ago, CJ had come across a boy her age, playing in her creek. It shocked her into silence. She hadn’t seen or spoken to another child in a long time. Not only due to a lack of schooling, but because their house was so isolated, sitting on the side of a mountain, alongside a two-lane road in the middle of the forest. She had almost forgotten what her own voice sounded like. The boy had tried to speak to her, but she had run away.

The second time they met, she was already sitting at the creek, sticking her feet in the cool water. She didn’t run and she let him speak. His name was Dylan, he was also 8 years old, and he lived in the neighborhood on the other side of the woods. She didn’t talk back, but he had sat with her, collecting rocks from the creek-bed. After several days of this silence, with only Dylan telling her about his family, their recent move from New York, and his excitement about being in a new school, CJ finally spoke up. They became fast friends. Once Dylan had to go back to school, she had to wait for him to be back in the afternoon. They’d play for an hour before he had to go back home to start homework.

A rustling in the bushes announced Dylan’s presence as he walked out of the trees.

“Hey,” she said, “How was school?”

“It was great!” said Dylan, “We had our first gym class!” CJ was always eager to ask Dylan about school, living vicariously through him. He contrasted her in how clean he looked and his clothing was intact and washed. His skin was unblemished, whereas bruises covered hers. But he didn’t seem to care about her condition.

CJ felt secretive about Dylan, worried her mother or Stephen would catch her speaking to someone. Her mother was always so paranoid about outsiders, putting curtains in every window, afraid someone could see inside or smell the ammonia and figure out what was taking place in the basement.

CJ and Dylan did their usual afternoon activities, collecting rocks, climbing trees, attempting to build a stick fort. CJ felt disappointment set in as she realized it was almost time for Dylan to leave.

“Do you want to come eat? You can come see my house.” CJ perked up at the mention of food.

“Yes!” she said eagerly.

CJ followed him back through the woods, into unfamiliar territory, beyond where she had explored. The landscape was foreign to her, and she stayed close to Dylan, not wanting to get lost in the thick growth. Suddenly, they were out of the trees. A large three-story house with a big back deck stood before her across the manicured, green lawn. The yard had a couple of play sets and was full of toys, luxuries she had seen, but rarely been able to indulge in.

“Come on!” said Dylan, running towards the house. They climbed the stairs of the back deck and Dylan pulled open the back sliding door. They walked into a large living room area with a cathedral ceiling. There were a range of comfy looking brown leather couches sitting in front of a big television. Like the yard, there were toys laying around, culminating in one corner that appeared to be the primary designated play area. CJ was in awe at how pristine and clean everything was. The wood floors were washed and shiny. A carpet that covered part of the living room was vacuumed and vibrant with color. Several pictures hung on the wall of a happy, smiling family, Dylan with his two parents and a younger sibling. The house was an open concept, with the living room attached to the kitchen. CJ was so captivated that she didn’t see the women standing in the kitchen when they had walked in. She stood at the counter, knife in hand, in the middle of chopping vegetables up on a cutting board.

“Hey Dyl, who’s this?” She smiled warmly at CJ, but the shock was evident in her eyes. She felt the woman scan her, taking in her unwashed and battered appearance and her small skeletal frame. CJ was also looking the woman up and down. She was shorter with blonde bob-cut hair, dressed in a long-sleeved blue dress. She exuded warmth and nurturance.

“This is my new friend I told you about,” said Dylan.

“Oh, CJ! Dylan has talked about you,” she said, placing her knife down. “Would you two like a snack?”

“Ya, thanks mom!” Dylan walked over to a small child-sized table set up against the end of the island in the kitchen. CJ stood still, feeling like she was in a parallel universe. Dylan’s mother opened a cabinet and pulled out a box of goldfish crackers. She placed two strips of paper towels down, one in front of Dylan and one by the empty chair across the table. She approached CJ, a smile still on her face.

“You can come sit sweetheart, have as much as you want, it’s ok.” CJ nodded and quietly walked over to the table. There was a pile of goldfish waiting for her on her paper towel. She slowly sat down and picked one up, putting it slowly into her mouth. The salty taste was so satisfying. She held it in her mouth for a moment, savoring it before chewing and swallowing. Her hunger was awoken, and she suddenly could not get enough, quickly stuffing as many crackers as possible into her mouth.

“Do you want something more?” asked Dylan’s mother, watching her with concern. CJ nodded as she finished off the last of her crackers. Soon, Dylan’s mother was placing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. She ate this just as enthusiastically as she had the crackers.

Dylan’s mother came and sat at the table with them, looking somewhat comical in a too small children’s chair. CJ watched her as she continued to tear off pieces of her sandwich.

“So, CJ how old are you? You look like you and Dylan are the same age.” CJ paused from eating. Instead of vocalizing, she held up her hands with eight fingers.

“8-years-old! You and Dylan are the same age, but I don’t think you are in the same class. Do you go to school?” CJ shook her head, having gone back to stuffing her face.

“Where do you live?” CJ finally spoke up.

“That way,” she said, pointing in the direction of the woods.

“Who lives with you?”

“My mom,” said CJ. Her sandwich was gone, and she could feel and hear her stomach crying out for more. Dylan’s mother picked up on it.

“I’ll make you some more sandwiches to take with you, I just have to make a phone call,” she said, getting up from the chair. She walked through the kitchen and disappeared into a different room.

“Do you want to see my toys?” asked Dylan. CJ nodded and they got up from the table. She had never seen so many toys in one place and sat in awe, watching him begin to play. Dylan’s mother spent a long time in the room she had gone off to. CJ could hear her muffled voice from behind the door and thought she sounded upset. She began to become anxious that it was her presence that was upsetting. But when she came back out, she was still smiling and made CJ another sandwich. When it was time to go, CJ could see hesitation and anxiety in the woman’s eyes.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” she said. CJ wanted to tell her the same. She wondered if her mother would even notice her absence. She never usually did, but CJ had never stayed out past dark. With a grocery bag of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in hand, she made her way back through the woods, the setting sun casting long rays of lights across the brown ground. She had told Dylan and his mother that she’d be back to play, unaware that she would not be allowed out of the house again.

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“Hey, you alright?” She heard Tate’s voice call out to her. Her mind had drifted away for a moment, back to Pennsylvania.

“Ya, sorry,” said CJ. She took another bite of her gelato, re-focusing and shifting the conversation to the present. “I live with my aunt in Redding. I graduated from California State in Sacramento a few years ago with a psychology degree. I’d like to go back to graduate school someday. Maybe after this and I’ve saved up some money.” Tate watched her for a moment longer.

“You got a boyfriend?” CJ was surprised by his forwardness and let out a laugh.

“No,” she said, “I’ve really just been focusing on myself since I graduated.” They made eye contact as he smiled at her, making her heart flutter. She looked away again to finish up the last of her gelato. Tate’s phone lit up in his hand and he opened it.  

“Vanessa said to head over to the restaurant for lunch and she and other others will meet us there.”

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The walk from the hotel was short but had felt long as CJ tried to quell her social anxiety about being around Vanessa, who had seemed unpleasant towards her from the moment they had met.

CJ took a seat next to Tate, hoping his close presence would make her more comfortable. Vanessa arrived ten minutes later, three other crew members in tow, one other woman and two men. Vanessa slid into the seat next to CJ while the others took seats across from her and Tate.

“CJ, you already know Vanessa, “said Tate, “This is Rachel, Seth, and Justin.”

“You’re Duff’s new assistant,” said Rachel, exchanging a quick glance with Vanessa. “I heard he brought on someone new.”

“Ya,” she said, trying to keep her nervousness from leaking into her tone.

“We’ll have to spend more time together,” said Rachel, exchanging another micro-glance with Vanessa. “There aren’t many other women employed on the team, we have to stick together.” CJ smiled and nodded in response, feeling somewhat relieved at Rachel’s words.

The waiter came to the table to take drink orders and CJ busied herself looking at the menu. She figured she’d order something light for lunch and get back to the hotel by the late afternoon to get things in order for the show the next day. As she was scanning the entrees she heard Rachel speak up to the group.

“So, what’s the tea,” she said, “what do you all got?”

“Jesus it’s a week in,” said Tate, “You guys are already starting?”

“Like you don’t enjoy it,” said Vanessa. Tate rolled his eyes. Rachel suddenly turned to CJ.

“You must really have all the info already, don’t you? Being a personal assistant and all.” She felt put on the spot.

“Info?”

“You know, gossip, about the big three.”

“The big three?”

“Axl, Slash, and Duff,” said Rachel. CJ realized they wanted her to give them dirt on the band members.

“I don’t know much,” said CJ. “Is there a lot to talk about usually?” They all began to laugh at her.

“Oh, there’s always something,” said Tate. “They may be sober and older but shit still goes on.”

“Don’t scare her,” laughed Vanessa, “You’ll shatter her image of Duff.”

“Over the last break I met somebody who used to hang around Sunset back in the day,” said Rachel. “She was a stripper and went to his house in the hills a few times, before he was married.”

“Before he was married the first, second, or third time?” asked Tate.

“After his first, before his second,” said Rachel. CJ had had no idea he had been married more than once. “She told me about how the parties would turn into wild, naked chaos by the end of the night. She ended up in his bed a few times with four or five other women. Fucking crazy. She spoke highly of him.” Rachel turned to Vanessa and continued, “But you know all about that don’t you?” Vanessa scoffed in an exaggerated and playful manner.

“I have no idea what you mean,” said Vanessa. CJ was trying to process everything that was being said, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

“God, his last wife was bangin’,” said Tate. “Why did they split? Does anyone know?”

“’Cause of me,” said Vanessa in a loud and haughty tone, sitting up straighter and puffing herself up. Tate let out a loud laugh.

“You didn’t even know him then,” he said.

“I’m just kidding,” she waved him off “But he would’ve.” CJ just barely caught her last statement, as it was spoken in a lower tone. Suddenly, Vanessa turned towards her and said, “What do you think of him CJ?” Everyone turned to look at her.

“I uhhh…” she trailed off.

“You’re so quiet, isn’t she so quiet?” said Vanessa with a giggle. CJ’s face reddened in response to feeling pressured and she could feel Vanessa’s waiting gaze burning into her.

“He’s a nice boss,” she said.

“Awww you’re so cute,” said Vanessa condescendingly. “I think it’s so nice of Axl to just give you this summer job. It’ll be a cool little summer experience for you to tell your friends about back home.” Now CJ was certain Vanessa was being a bitch. It was also apparent that the circumstances of her being hired had spread around. She looked to Tate for some back up, hoping he would come to her aid. But he wasn’t paying attention, chatting off to the side with another crew member.

As the group continued to wait for food to be brought to the table, the conversation shifted towards Axl and his extracurricular activities during the tour. But CJ had lost focus, her mind still on Duff’s rumored escapades and her conversation with Vanessa.

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CJ had lost her appetite and only nibbled at her lunch. Afterwards, the others insisted on doing some shopping. She wanted to say no but let herself be dragged along the sidewalk with the group. Her mind was still in another place when she realized Tate and the other two male crew members had wandered into a men’s clothing store, leaving her behind with Rachel and Vanessa. CJ walked behind them as they chatted.

“Ooooo, in there!” said Rachel, pointing out a store. It was a lingerie store, the windows displaying several mannequins dressed in beautiful glittering sets. The two women went inside, leaving her standing just inside the doorway of the store. She had no reason to buy any lingerie, and she didn’t have the money for it. Her first paycheck was about to hit her bank account, and she would be saving most of it rather than spending. She could justify using her work credit card for clothing, but not for underwear.

Keeping herself busy, she half-heartedly thumbed through a clearance rack that sat by the entrance. She couldn’t tune Vanessa and Rachel out as they loudly shopped further inside. She looked up to see Vanessa holding a lacy corset to her body for Rachel to see.

“Do you think he’d like this?” asked Vanessa. CJ didn’t wait to hear Rachel’s response and turned away. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.

“CJ?” She turned to see Duff standing out on the sidewalk.

“Oh hey,” she said. “I didn’t know you would be out and about.”

“I met Mark for lunch,” he said. He looked beyond her and in the store. “Are you here alone?”

“No,” said CJ, “I got invited to come out by Tate and some of the others.”

“Tate?”

“Ya, one of the crew guys.”

“Tate brought you to this store?”

“No,” she said, “He went off with some of the others. I’m here with Vanessa and Rachel.” She noticed that Duff had been walking in the direction of the hotel. “Are you headed back?”

“Ya,” he said.

“I’ll come back with you,” she said, relieved to have an exit.

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Duff sat on the couch, watching CJ pack his things up for the show, her back turned to him. They were quiet, but his thoughts were loud as he contemplated how he was going to approach CJ about the Tweet he’d been made aware of earlier that day. Maybe she wouldn’t see it. She wasn’t on Twitter except to post on his account and it hadn’t been shared around much. Yet.

“Your friend, Vanessa, I don’t think she likes me,” said CJ.

“If she’s bothering you-” started Duff, feeling his anger spike.

“No, I can handle it,” said CJ, “It’s fine. I just wasn’t sure until today whether or not I was imagining things. But now I’m certain she doesn’t like me.”

“What’d she say?” he asked.

“It was more obvious passive aggressiveness than what she said,” said CJ.

“If you want me to say something-,” said Duff.

“No, don’t, she’ll think I went crying to you or something,” said CJ. She appeared to hesitate for a moment. “And if you two are involved I don’t want to cause any issues for you.”

“We aren’t,” said Duff, “is that what she said?”

“She insinuated something,” said CJ, with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s fucking crazy,” said Duff tensely, rubbing his face in frustration.

“Sorry,” said CJ, “It’s really none of my business.”

“You’re fine,” he said, “It’s probably good that I know what crew members are saying about me.” CJ had turned away to zip up the last bag. “It’s also good I learn some names,” said Duff. “I didn’t know Tate’s name was until today, and I’m usually pretty familiar with the crew.” He looked for her reaction. She paused what she was doing, and he could see her face slightly redden.

“He’s nice,” she said quietly with a small smile. He resisted the urge to ask her more about Tate and what else had been said at lunch. He had to try to keep some standard of professionalism with her. He flicked on the television, scanning through the channels mindlessly to occupy himself. He turned to a Spanish news channel and paused, seeing a picture of himself, Axl, Slash, Izzy, and Steven from the 1980’s. He didn’t understand what the reporter was saying in Spanish, but it was obvious she was speaking about their show tomorrow night.

“Oh! Look at you guys!” said CJ, “You were little babies!” She came and sat next to him on the couch, cracking open a soda.

“I think I’m only 23 or 24 in that picture,” said Duff, trying to search his memory to recall roughly when they had done that particular photoshoot.

“Where are the other two?”

“Hm?”

“The other two guys in the picture?”

“Oh,” he said, “Izzy and Steven.”

“They didn’t want to join you guys on tour?” asked CJ.

“Izzy prefers a quieter life,” said Duff, “We offered him a spot, but he didn’t want to re-join.” His mind went to Steven, and he cringed a little bit. He had always felt somewhat sorry for Steven, as he had never been able to pull himself completely out of the hole. Duff had heard Steven still struggled with sobriety. That, his back injury, and the messiness of the court case that had taken place had stopped Axl from extending him an invitation back into the band. Duff had felt badly about it, but it was for the best. They couldn’t have the toxicity of drugs, drama, fighting, and flakiness that had almost killed all five of them thirty years ago. It had been an atmosphere that had brought Duff to the very edge. If they brought Steven back in, Axl was sure things would fall apart again. Duff was solid in his sobriety and the key to maintaining it was to keep himself mentally and physically healthy and surrounding himself with those who stuck to that same system.

“Steven is not well enough to tour. Axl didn’t extend an invitation to him,” said Duff.

“Drugs?” said CJ.

“I think so,” said Duff somberly. “It fucking sucks.” There was a moment of silence. Duff reflected sadly on his friend’s battle with drugs. Sometimes he felt that maybe he could’ve helped Steven more. But he had been battling his own addiction at the time.

“I’m sorry,” said CJ, with a frown. “It’s a terrible disease. I’ve seen it.” She tensed up a bit, clenching her jaw before speaking in a low tone. “My mom, she was an addict. I know what it does. My aunt tried to help her for a long time.” He had not heard her mention her mother before. But he figured there had to be a reason why Mindy had been granted custody of her.

“You can only do so much,” said Duff, “They have to want it themselves.” He was almost certain that Mindy had talked about her problematic sister in his presence in the past. But it was so long ago, and he had been so gripped by drugs and alcohol himself that he couldn’t remember. There was a lot that was missing from his memory. However, he did remember the way that he and Mindy had met.

“I know she doesn’t like me, but your aunt is a wonderful person,” said Duff, with a smile. “She did like me, at first, even if my first impression wasn’t great.”

“What?” smirked CJ, “What did you do?”

“I- uh….” Duff could not bring himself to explain to CJ that he had first met Mindy with his pants down around his ankles.  

-

August 1985

Sunset Boulevard x N Gardner St

It was an evening in July of 1985. Mindy moved quickly down the sidewalk of Sunset, a flimsy umbrella doing little to shield her from the downpouring rain. Her shit box car had refused to start, and she had decided to walk, only for the rain to start halfway through her walk. She wasn’t 100% certain where she was going. Axl had told her he and his band’s new place was at the corner of Sunset and North Gardner, at the end of a diagonal alleyway.

She finally reached the corner and took a right turn down what she hoped was the correct alley. It was long and stretched behind a big building full of different restaurants and stores, dimly illuminated only by the few streetlights in the parking lot of the Guitar Center next door. She looked down, quickly dodging around puddles. It opened into a small, fenced parking lot. There was a building in the back corner with a few storage units. All of the tall rolling garage doors were shut except for the one closest to her on the end. Despite the rain, a small crowd of people had gathered around. Some stood under an old, faded beach umbrella just outside the door that was propped up inside a large wooden cable reel that looked like it was about to rot apart.

As Mindy walked closer, she could see inside, where it was lit and dry, but also full of people. Old amps and instruments sat up against the walls on the left side of the room. There was also a wood loft towards the back of the room that stood about 6 feet high. Underneath the loft she could see Slash sitting on an old box. He looked relaxed and was hidden by his curtain of hair, playing an acoustic guitar in his lap. Mindy had met most of the band. She had known Izzy since meeting Axl and had been introduced to Slash last week after the band’s show at the Troubadour. She did not get to meet Axl’s drummer, Steven, as he had been pre-occupied with a hoard of groupies at the time. And then there was Duff. Mindy had technically met Duff. But not in the way she had wanted to. She had been horrified when she walked into one of the back rooms to grab her bag after the show and found the tall bassist bending a naked blonde over a table, fucking her hard, his pants down around his ankles.

The girl had not even noticed Mindy come in, her eyes shut, and her face contorted with gratification, letting out loud sounds of pleasure as the bassist pounded into her. Duff had heard the door open and briefly turned back to see Mindy standing there. His boyish face shone with sweat, framed by his tousled and wild bleached blonde locks. He had quickly turned back to the girl, uncaring about Mindy’s presence. She had quickly grabbed her bag and left.

Mindy could see Duff sitting up in the loft, being pawed on by two girls. Neither of which were the one she had walked in on him with. Now standing in the doorway of the storage unit, Mindy had a better look at the set up. It was a tiny place. In addition to the loft, the instruments, and the equipment, there were a few old pieces of furniture. A large coffee table covered with bottles and ash trays, two worn and mismatched couches, and a few folding chairs. There was a gross brown carpet that covered most of the floor. The loft held a small folding table and a nest of bedding. It was an absolute hovel. She hadn’t expected much when Axl told her he’d rented a small space for the band to stay and rehearse in, but this was deplorable. She didn’t even see a bathroom anywhere. The majority of the people there were women, girls she vaguely recognized from the strip clubs or bars along the strip.

“Mindy!” She heard Axl call out and he appeared from the tightly packed crowd inside, wearing nothing but basketball shorts, a lit cigarette in hand.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Glad you could make it,” he said, “Welcome to our new place.” She walked inside, closing her umbrella.

“It’s definitely something,” said Mindy with a laugh. Axl had already poured her a drink in a solo cup. She took it gratefully and sipped, tasting jack and coke.

“Izzy and Steven left to go get some more drinks,” said Axl. Slash spotted her from his spot on the box and nodded at her in acknowledgement, still focused on his guitar. Since Mindy had come inside, Duff had scooted to the edge of the loft, swinging his long legs over the side, looking down at the crowd.

“Hey Duff!” Axl called out to him, beckoning him down. Duff hopped down and walked over. “This is my friend Mindy I was telling you about. You didn’t get to meet her at the last show.”

“Oh, we met,” said Duff, smirking.

“Ya and I’ve been trying to scrub your white ass from my memory ever since,” said Mindy. Axl looked at her, confused.

“She found me and-” he paused thoughtfully. “I think it was Natalia, busy in the backroom.” Axl understood immediately and began laughing. Mindy couldn’t help but crack a smile. Duff took a long swig of his beer before holding out his hand.

“It’s nice to actually meet you,” he said. She shook his hand firmly.

“Likewise,” she said.

“Mindy is a real one,” said Axl, “I met her at a bar last year. She’s got a mean right hook. Took some fucking asshole to the ground after he tried to fuck with me.”

“I broke my hand in the process,” said Mindy, grinning as she thought back on the night she had met Axl. “But anything for this guy.” Duff looked back and forth between the two of them curiously, his green eyes narrowed, with a smile still on his face.

“So, are you two…?” he began. Mindy knew what he was trying to ask.

“I don’t swing that way,” she said with a laugh. Duff’s eyes widened in understanding.

“Be careful, she’ll steal your girl out from under you by the end of the night,” smirked Axl. “I’ve seen it happen more than once.”

That comment prompted Mindy to scan the room, checking out the women that had gathered there. It was never very hard to find hook-ups and she was certainly not looking for anything serious. Homophobia was much rarer in L.A. It was nothing compared to what she had dealt with back home in Salt Lake City. Things were a lot easier here. She wasn’t always hiding her identity. She had kept herself largely closed off throughout high school. Nobody, including her parents, had been aware of her sexual orientation until after she had graduated and moved out. Her mother had been accepting, but it had taken her father a few months to come around. Now things were good between them

Moving to L.A. had been a world opener for Mindy. Especially since finding Axl. They had each other’s backs, and he was perhaps the most loyal friend she had ever had. Axl was an intense person in everything he did, including friendships. She was thrilled that things seemed to be coming together with his band. He deserved it. Despite the living situation, he had found a group of bandmates that he harmonized with. Hearing them play live together had solidified how much of a perfect storm the five of them were together.

“If you guys ever need a break from here for a few days, my apartment door is open.” She looked over at Duff. “Any of you, seriously. I want you guys to succeed.” Mindy knew that within the four walls of the dingy little storage unit, something special had been captured. They would be big. They were once in a lifetime. She could feel it.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie/Keeley prompt: Jamie starts to feel weird and gets checked out. Turns out he’s got the carrier gene and is pregnant by Roy. He’s shocked but pleased. Kids just haven’t been brought up between him, Roy and Keeley. Later on at dinner Jamie casually brings up the topic hoping to surprise his lovers. He’s left heartbroken when both Roy and Keeley vehemently deny wanting any kids. Jamie doesn’t know what to do. Terrified, he asks Rebecca for a leave of absence and then disappears, leaving only a note explaining the situation. Roy and Keeley are devastated and desperate to get both Jamie and their baby back. Several agonizing weeks pass by until Roy and Keeley get a call from Georgie who can't stand to see her boy so alone and unhappy. She tells them Jamie's hiding in a little seaside village. Roy and Keeley rush to the village and find their beautiful but heartbroken Jamie. They convince him to come home and immediately seek out Dr. Sharon and the Richmond fam. They all come together to take care of Jamie and the newest edition to their Richmond Fam.

I’m not normally a Roy x Keeley x Jamie person but I’ll do my absolute best at them all together.

But once again. I’ve written and read worst things to be afraid of a little requested mpreg. I was in the Hannibal fandom for years, bring it on. . Again in this universe they can only have the kids by C-section thanks.

So tw. Mpreg.

Jamie found the cottage. The woman is lovely. Treats Jamie like a grandson, Jamie’s mom has been around a few times. She loves taking care of him. But hates watching him be so sad.

When he hears a car pull it it he drive he thinks nothing of it. Probably Marie checking on him and the cat she gifted him last week.

She said it would be good practice.

Jamie had to laugh. It hurts. Knowing that the baby will look like him and Roy. Christ.

There’s a knocking on the door. Jamie sighs and gets up. His right hip hurts today. Stupid baby. No not stupid. Incredible baby. Little baby girl. He’s thinking Lucy would be a good name. Lucy Tartt.

Lucy Kent.

Lucy Jones.

Fuck.

Jamie yanks the door open.

There standing on his small front porch is Roy and Keeley. “What the fuck.”

Keeley can’t tear her eyes away from where Jamie is showing. He’s only got a small bump not really noticeable unless you know what a carrier gene looks like in men. Or since he’s shirtless that’s also making it noticeable. Sue him. He was planning on a swim.

Roy coughs. He makes an aborted motion to hug Jamie. “You look good. Happy.”

Jamie thinks maybe the past four months have been a fever dream.

“Why are you here, leave.”

Keeley makes a hurt noise. “Jamie no baby please? Let us talk to you?”

Jamie laughs. “No hell no. You guys don’t want kids. I decided to remove myself from the situation. I’m keeping this kid.”

Roy winces. “You’re right we did say that. But things changed. We were wrong.”

Jamie laughs. Wrong answer. “No. You weren’t. You said what you said. Own it. Own it and think about the fact that this means permanently being in each others lives in some way. I refused to have my child have her parents in only glimpses of her life. If you guys don’t want her that’s fine. Then you’re out. Permanently.”

Roy reaches forward. “Her?”

Keeley has mascara running down her face. “A daughter?”

Jamie sighs. He wishes this had just been Marie checking on him. “Jesus Christ come in side I’m putting on a shirt.” He turns and walks away. They can make their choices.

-

They end up in the living room. Jamie is sitting in the leather chair he’s grown so fond of and Roy and Keeley are sharing the couch. His new cat is curled in his lap staring at them. He likes to think she’s threatening them.

Keeley catches sight of the ultrasound photo. “Oh fuck Jamie is that her?” Jamie smiles, he can’t help it. “Yep. All four months of her. Got that last week when I learned the gender.”

“I lied. I don’t know why. I was scared. But I want the kid with you Jamie. I want to help you do things. Watch the kid grow. Watch her grow. I wanna be there for all of it. Fuck I’m sorry if you ever thought otherwise.”

Jamie blinks at Roy. Shit. He’s serious.

He goes to speak when Keeley cuts him off. “I didn’t want kids because I assumed I’d have to have them. No way I’d do that. But kids themselves? God Jamie I want that with you two.”

Oh.

O h.

Fuck.

Jamie can feel the tears start. He doesn’t even mean to cry. Stupid baby hormones.

“You don’t hate me for having her?”

Keeley and Roy practically throw themselves off the couch towards Jamie. Roy makes it first and sits on the arm of the chair. “I love you for having her. Christ. A kid. Our kid. All of our kid.”

Keeley lands at his feet and wraps her arms around his left leg. “Love you for doing this. You’re so brave for being alone. I’m sorry we made you feel like you had to be alone.”

Jamie leans into Roy’s side. He reaches for Keeley’s hand. “It’s okay. I mean you’re going to have to explain all of this to Marie but it’s fine.”

Roy blinks down at him. “Marie?” Jamie grins and nods. “She’s a terrifying little French Lady. I think she adopted me.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh shit.”

“Also I’m naming her Lucy.”

Roy grins. He kisses Jamie. God it has been months since he kissed Jamie. “Love it.” Keeley crawls up onto the other arm of the chair. She leans down and kisses Jamie herself. “Lu for short.”

Jamie nods.

“We can go back to Richmond but I think Isaac and Dani might try to kill you guys. I uh. Told them everything. Colin too.”

Roy blinks. “Is that why they’ve refused to listen to me? They literally pretend I haven’t said anything.” Jamie nods. He taps his stomach. “Yep! They said they’d, and I’m quoting them here. ‘Rip out your organs like a good old fashion thriller movie.’ So maybe wait till I say it’s okay again.”

Keeley smiles at Jamie. “I’m glad they love you.”

Jamie smiles up at them. “Love you both. Even when you were stupid.”

Roy winces. “Yeah sorry. So sorry.” “Yeah Jamie. I’m really sorry.”

Jamie just shakes his head, “It’s fine. Just means I get to boss you both around for a while. Five months to be exact.”

Roy presses a kiss to Jamie’s hair. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Keeley nods. She kisses Jamie’s cheek. “Can’t wait to run to the store at 4am.”

Jamie smiles, he knows they’re going to have a lot to work on but hey. What family doesn’t have small issues. The important thing is that their kid will have love all around them.